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I awoke in total comfort. I was wrapped in a big soft white quilt and satin sheets. The smell of coffee was in the air. The room was the perfect temperature as I started to stretch out a bit and leave my little cocoon. I felt a wonderful soreness throughout my body. It was that good sore that athletes know so well. I hadn’t felt this way since high school after a soccer game. That was back in the day when I was a jock as well as a student. I thought to myself that I should play intramurals at school from now on. My days of all work no play were over.

I got up and stood next to the bed naked as the day I was born. I figured it was time to cross the hall and find my personals if I could. It was then that I noticed the sign on the mirror. It was a big round doily with red writing. I went over and read it. It said to call a phone number and had an arrow pointing down. I followed its path and there was a hotel phone on the table under the mirror.

I dialed the number and a man answered.

“Hello, Miss Katie. Are you ready to start your day?”

“Uh, yes. I think so.”

“Wonderful! My name is Donny and I will be your host this morning. There is a light breakfast assortment on the cart over by your door, so feel free to grab a light bite. Grab a shower if you like too and don’t fill up too much on food as we have a full-body massage ready for you in 20 minutes. We’ll have a full made-to-order breakfast ready for you after your massage.”

“Uh, great. Thank you, Donny.”

“Wonderful, Miss. I will be waiting for you right outside your room. Mr. Robert let me in when he left about an hour ago. See you soon.”

“Very, Good. Thank you, Donny”

I hung up and sat back on the bed. A big smile came over my face. This kind of treatment is something I might just get used to. I poured myself some coffee and grabbed a muffin. As I ate the muffin, I started to realize how starved I was. I then pounded some fruit and a croissant and stopped myself there. There was a nice soft robe in the bathroom and that gave me something to wear after my shower.

After a nice hot shower, I slipped on my robe and went out into the main room. Donny was there waiting. He was a really happy looking guy and he greeted me with a wide teethy smile. He had an accent that was vaguely island.

“Miss Katie! So nice to finally meet you. Bob told me to take care of you this morning. He is out on business for the next few hours and we have a great morning planned for you. Bob explained to me that you are not fond of wearing clothes, so please feel free to stay naked if you please. Your massage is right this way.”

I dropped my robe to the floor immediately and followed Donny nude. When he turned to open the door for me, he smiled at my nakedness and did a half bow to welcome me into the atrium.

“Miss Katie, I would like you to meet Eva, Jana and Lea. They are the best massage team in Boston. I will leave you now Miss Katie, but before I go, is there anything specific that you will require for breakfast or should I just have them send everything?”

“Thank you Donny. French toast would be great.”

“Extra fine choice, Miss Katie.”

The three ladies were waiting for me and as soon as Donny left the room, they whisked me up onto a massage table which was much more comfortable than the table I had spent so much time on the day before. My shower had warmed me up nicely, which was a good thing. The three ladies all worked oil into my skin and then started placing hot stones up and down my spine and in several other key spots. They massaged my feet as the stones allowed more heat to seep deep into my body. It felt wonderful and my soreness began to fade way.

After a little while, they removed the stones and they all worked my body. One lady did most of the deep tissue work and the other two worked very gently on my feet. This was like something out of Greek mythology movies. I felt like Andromeda. Of course, I had already sacrificed myself and it was awesome.

The massage took less than an hour, but it felt like a lot longer. The ladies were very tender but also did some very deep tissue work on me. It was fantastic. When it was over I felt totally refreshed and ready for what was going to be a long day of crazy sex.

The ladies left me on the table with a soft blanket covering me. Less than a minute later, Donny came in.

“The breakfast you ordered is ready, Miss Katie. Just follow me.”

He had my bag with him. He gave me my thong, sweatpants and shirt and told me we had to get moving after I ate. Bob had set up something very special for me and for this, I would need some clothing.

I told Donny to stay and have some breakfast with me. He said that was not necessary. I told him that I would really like the company. He grabbed a bagel and ate with me. When we finished, he got up to leave. I asked him to stay and watch me get dressed. I bent over and showed him my pussy and ass as I stepped into my little thong.

“Donny, will this be enough?”

“No, Miss. You’ll need escort bayan to get completely dressed. If it was up to me, a woman like you would be able to stay naked all the time. You are incredibly beautiful.”

“Thank you, Donny. Donny?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“I think that I’ll just wear the sweat pants and skip the underwear. What do you think?”

“I think you should do what you like, Miss.”

“Will it turn you on to know that I’m wearing nothing under my sweats? Be honest, Donny.”

“Miss Katie, I am turned on just being near you, but yes, I will be even more turned on knowing how little you have on.”

I then bent over and asked him if he could pull my thong off of me slowly and to tell me what he sees.”

He complied and he took his time.

“Miss Katie, I see your sweet little pussy and your beautiful ass. It looks good enough to eat.”

“Maybe later, Donny.”

I said that with a seductive lilt in my voice. I had a feeling that I was going to swallow some of his cum before our day was done.

There was a limo waiting for us right out front. I asked Donny where we were going.

“Bob has set up a shopping trip for you, Miss Katie. We’ll be gone several hours.”

With that he handed me an iphone and told me it was a gift from Bob. He then got into the car up front with the driver.

Huh.

It was already after 10am and I had thought I was going to get gangbanged all day. Shopping, while it sounded nice, didn’t sound as nice as playing with a room full of cocks.

I looked at the iphone. Cool. My phone sucked, so this was a welcome change. Then it rang.

“Hello?”

“Good morning my little slut.”

I lit up at the sound of my man’s voice.

“Hi, Master! Where are you? Your sexy little slut woke up all alone without your big cock.”

“I’m busy with a few things my dear. I never get a full day off in my line of work. You were a vision this morning wrapped all around me. Leaving you in that bed was the most unpleasant thing I’ve had to do in some time, but work will sometimes intercede. I had a few things that needed to be done and now I am going to do some things for you.”

“You’ve already done way too much, Master. Your hot cock is the only thing I need in this life.”

“You are a very good girl. I wish circumstances were a little different right now as I would love to spend the entire day and evening with you. Sadly, you won’t be seeing me again this weekend. I’m already checked out. The room we stayed in is now in your name until Tuesday and the tab is open, so have them send you anything you want and don’t you dare be shy. Feel free to hang out. Donny will see that you get to Monday and Tuesday classes.”

I was stunned. He was gone? This news hit me hard and I knew my response was important. I didn’t want to act like a spoiled brat and I didn’t want to lay my entire hand on the table either.

“Master, I just wish I had known this. I’m…”

He cut me off.

“Katie, you remember the things we said last night?”

“Every word, Master.”

“Good girl. I will be calling you on Thursday evening. I expect you to be available at 8pm. I will expect an answer at that time as to whether you want to continue our relationship. If you do, we will set up something special for next weekend and if not, I will dream of you forever.”

“Yes, Master. I will be available at 8pm.”

“Good girl. Katie, I want you to enjoy today and I want you to fulfill your promises to the guys. I want you to be their submissive cumslut for the day and I want you to submit to them completely as soon as you get back. Do whatever they desire. Make all their dirty fantasies into realities.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. But, Katie?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“When the sex stops, it stops. You are not to see any of these men next week nor are you to bang them when you wake up Monday morning. Keep your word to them. It’s a one-time thing. You will be sexless until Thursday at 8pm. No masturbating either. You must abstain from all sexual release. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. I knew you would. Now, as for your morning. You are on your way to Louis. It’s a great store and you will be taken around by James, who runs the store on weekends. He will help you put together some outfits at your discretion. Money is a complete non-factor. You remember Client

, Mr. White?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I bet you do. His next door neighbor owns Louis and he owes Mr. White a fortune in favors. Shop until you drop and go nuts. Seriously. Mr. White wanted me to thank you personally for the best night he’s ever had. He thinks you are an amazing lady and he’s ready to fly anywhere on a second’s notice to see you again. You captivated him. I’m sure my other friends will be sending you tokens of their devotion as well.”

“I don’t know what to say, Sir.”

“Say nothing. Men have been showering the objects of their desire with gifts since the beginning of time. What you did yesterday was istanbul escort incredible and they all want you to know it. You should accept their generosity and take it in the best way possible.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. All three of them would leave their Wives for you at the drop of a hat. These men have been around the track. They are evolved enough to realize how incredibly special you are. They’d feel like heels if they didn’t do something special for you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now Katie, I want you to feel not one scrap of guilt about today. This is your weekend of sexual awakening. There are seven men awaiting you. They are all re-loaded with fresh cum and they are going to give it all to you. Enjoy your orgy, slut.”

“Oh yes, Master. I will be their slave and I will love every second of it!”

“That’s my girl.”

“I’ll speak to you on Thursday. Enjoy your gangbang, my sweet slut.”

He hung up.

My gangbang was going to be smaller than expected, but the boys were all going to be recharged as they watched a lot yesterday after the older gentlemen arrived.

We were now pulling into the parking lot. There were only a few cars there. It was about 10:15 in the morning and the placed looked closed.

“Donny, I think we’re early.”

“Miss Katie, you are getting a private tour by the weekend manager. You’ll be all alone for at least a half an hour.”

“Wow.”

He was right. They dropped me off at the front door and James was waiting for me. He helped me out of the car and told Donny that he’d have me ready to go in an hour.

James brought me inside and we had two of his shopping consultants with us to carry whatever I bought and to help me make choices if I wanted any help.

They treated me like royalty. I walked out of there with six crazy expensive pairs of shoes and a pair of Zuriick boots. I also got a pair of really cool Zuriick sneakers that I never would have bought for myself.

I found a little Roland Mouret dress that I loved. It fit perfectly. I also found a really pretty Lyn Devon dress that also fit well and showed off my legs and arms. In all, I walked out with almost an entire wardrobe plus an invitation to come back again at my convenience.

Donny loaded all of my clothing into the car and we were off. Donny told me we had one more stop to make. A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of a lingerie shop called Agent Provocateur. Once again, I was waited on hand and foot by their personal shoppers, Zach and Marc. They fitted me with a few pairs of really sexy pajamas that were also super comfy, plus a handful barely there bras and panties. I picked out some really tiny thongs. They also gave me a super sexy stripper’s outfit in case I ever wanted to put on a show. It was basically a black negligee with garters and stockings and little pasties for my nipples. They told me that Bob had requested this outfit specifically.

That made me wet.

I was there for less than an hour and I enjoyed taking off my clothes over and over again as my personal shoppers watched. Bob must have told them that I was a total exhibitionist as they gave me two cute guys to work with and both were quite forward with me. I told both of them that I loved being watched and they made sure to help me out by making comments to each other about which parts of my body looked hot in each garment I tried on. I was slowly getting hot and bothered and my gangbang could not get here soon enough!

Both Marc and Zach gave me their cards and told me that Bob set up an account for me and that I can make another appointment with them at my leisure. I told them that I couldn’t wait.

They carried my purchases out to Donny, who loaded up the limo and we were off. I was now getting really hot down under. My slutty little pussy was ready for some big hard cock.

We were back to the hotel by noon. Manny told me that there was lunch and champagne waiting for me in my room and the boys would be ready for me at 1pm and that I was expected there at that time.

I asked Donny if he knew what I was going to be doing all afternoon. He said that he did.

I invited Donny to eat my lunch with me. He accepted. I stripped the second we entered my room. Lunch was all set up in the Dining room. As I was led through the threshold to the dining room, I told Donny that he could only join me only if he shed his clothes too.

A minute later, he walked in naked. His cock was already hard. I asked him to sit next to me and to keep eating no matter what I did. After he sat and began to eat, I went under the table and took his cock in my mouth. He had a very nice penis but it wasn’t going to be that hard to take all the way. I wanted to let him enjoy it for a minute or two before I showed him my deep skills. I could hear him moaning, but the table cloth prevented me from looking him in the eyes. I really sucked him hard and I worked the underside of his cock with my tongue, which he loved. After a few minutes, I crept up a few istanbul escort bayan inches and got up on my heels a little as I took all of his length. He was a few inches into my throat and I started working my muscles on his cock-head. He came in about ten seconds and I backed off just enough to taste all of it. Once I had swallowed all of his load, I cleaned him like a good slut. He just kept saying “yes” and moaning my name. It was really hot.

After cleaning him thoroughly, I came back up and gave him a kiss.

“Oh, Miss Katie, thank you so much for making me a part of your fantasy.”

“Donny, thank you for being so wonderful.”

We finished our meal and the bottle of Dom. I was going to get a quick shower and then go to my men. Donny informed me that he would pick me up at 8am to take me to my 9am class.

I got out of the shower with a few minutes to spare. I checked myself in the mirror. I looked pretty darn good in my birthday suit. I was ready.

I left my room naked and knocked on their door. I was waiting for about ten seconds as I got wet with anticipation. Alex answered the door with a big smile on his face.

“Hey Katie! Glad to see you. Are you ready to be our slut?”

“Oh yes. Where are we going to have fun first?”

“Right this way you little cumslut.”

“Yes, Master Alex.”

The degrading words began doing their usual magic. I just loved being called a slut, especially when it was said with a confident possessive tone.

Alex led me back into the room that I had spent most of the prior night in. The bed had been cleaned up and there were no longer chains and such. It looked perfectly normal. The table was also back to normal with a table cloth over it and fancy chairs all around.

The sex swing thingy was still there hanging from a hook that screwed into the ceiling. I knew what was about to happen and I was soaking wet.

The swing was not really a restraining device. It was more about getting me into easy position for the men to take my holes as they stood comfortably.

It basically turned me into a floating and easily positionable fuck-toy.

There were comfy velcro cuffs for my hands to keep them in place and stirrups for my feet. There were also supports for my mid-section and or ass depending on what position they wanted me in.

They lifted me up and helped me into the stirrups and then raised my whole body up into the air, with my legs spread wide and my sex parts on full display.

The boys were all naked and they surrounded me.

Charlie stepped in and started rubbing lubrication into my pussy and ass. It felt really good and he took his time and spent almost a minute on my clit, which got me close to an orgasm. Then Bobby spoke up.

“Katie, we are all going to fuck you now. We’ll be taking you in every hole and you will enjoy it. Understand slut?”

“Oh yes. Fuck me like the dirty whore that I am. Abuse me. All of my holes are here for you to fuck. You own me. I am your cumslut and you are all my Masters. I do what you say. I exist only to pleasure you.”

Chris stepped up and fed me his cock to blow. I told him to hold my head and to control me as my hands were not free and I was moving sort of unpredictably. Chris held my skull and started to fuck my face. Charlie’s hand left my ass and a second later, he was pushing his tool into my pussy. He and Chris rocked me back and forth between them and I was really enjoying it.

Chris was allowing his cock to go all the way into me and it kept bumping into the back of my throat. It was a little out of control, but I was on fire and I just kept my mouth as open as I could and hid my teeth. I tried to hang in there because I knew he wouldn’t hold out long. I was right. I felt his legs go limp right before he started blasting off in my mouth. He was half way in when his first spurt came out. I tasted everything and swallowed it all down. Once he was totally drained, I went right to work on cleaning his tool.

Alex stepped up and told Charlie to take Chris’ spot. Charlie came around and I told him to fuck my face just like Chris did. He was a little more methodical and I could time him entering my throat a little better than I could with Chris. Of all the guys, Charlie had the biggest tastiest loads. I remembered how much he pumped into me on Wednesday and I was really looking forward to swallowing all of his seed.

Alex slid into me and he was a bit bigger than Charlie or Chris. It felt nice and I knew the cocks only got bigger from here. They seemed to be going in order from smallest to biggest. Alex was grinding his pubic bone into my clit slowly but very firmly. He was good at it too. I knew I was going to cum. He kept grinding and grinding and I just sat there on the edge of a really nice climax. Charlie started increasing his pace with my face and I knew he was about to blow. I closed up my throat in time to catch his whole load in my mouth. I had to swallow a few times to avoid losing some. His sperm was hot and really thick. I swallowed everything as I felt Alex pulling out of me. Alex was already cumming before he even got to my mouth and he shot a rope across my face before I could get my lips around his head. I caught the last few spurts and it tasted great. My thirst for male seed was only getting bigger.

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Penny is leaving Jamaica in a couple of hours. Irina and I will miss her. She has been a lot of fun and excitement for the past couple of days. She also loves to fuck anytime or anywhere. It’s hard to believe that only three days ago she had only had sex with one man and never been topless before, let alone naked on a beach full of people. My cock is getting hard thinking about her blowjobs.

Penny and my wife, Irina, are both topless having breakfast with me on the beach. I can’t help but tell Penny how good her tanned tits look compared to the milk white color they were. Cupping her 38C tits in both hands and looking at them, she agrees. Irina and I shaved her little pussy last night. Now it is so soft and smooth. I enjoyed watching my cock going in and out of her bare pussy lips.

After we saw Penny off to the airport we decided to go to the nude island for the day. Both of us like it there. We can go naked all day and only couples are allowed on the island. Best of all, its never crowded. We were the only couple this morning going to the island. The boat driver said today was market day in Negril Beach and most of the guest went there today. On arrival we collected a cooler full of beer and some sandwiches and went to the far end of the island. I set up our sun beds, umbrella, table, put some music on, opened a Red Stripe and started reading my book.

I woke up hearing people talking. Looking towards the beach I saw Irina talking with a black guy and an Asian girl. Irina and the girl were lying half in and half out of the water chatting away while the guy was setting up their sun beds. The Asian girl was so small compared to Irina’s 5’8. She looked to be about 10 years old. Her tits had to be 30 or 32 max. I could see she had very dark small nipples. Her air was blue black and hung past her waist. The black guy was light colored for a black and looked athletic.

I dozed off again to be woken by Irina telling me it was time for a swim and some lunch. The Asian girl was with Irina and her name was Chris. Chris was born in Japan and now lived in Vancouver, Canada. She was 26 years old and a dentist. She still looks 10 years old. She looks so small beside Irina. She had some beautifully proportioned tits and a small little black pussy I would love to fuck. Chris said her husband’s name was Jim and was an attorney from London. He was out snorlking. My cock always thinks for itself when a strange naked girl is standing in front of it. When I stood up to go with them into the sea, my cock was pointing the way. Irina took hold of my cock, telling Chris not to pay any attention to her husband, he is escort mecidiyeköy always horny. I could tell that Irina liked Chris by the way they were carrying on. I liked Chris too.

Once in the water I woke up. Irina was in a very playful mood rubbing her tits against me and pulling on my cock. Jim came back from snorlking smiling and excited with the reef and its fish. We were standing around in the water and talked about snorlking, Europe and Jamaica. It was their fifth year anniversary and first holiday in three years.

Irina and Chris steered us towards the beach for some cold beers and sandwiches. Jim and I followed the girls towards our sun beds getting a great view of the girl’s asses. Irina has a great tight ass. I can always see her blond pussy hair below the cheeks of her ass. I turned to Jim to ask if he wanted a beer and could not believe my eyes. He had a huge black cock swinging between his legs that made Allen’s look normal. It was big around as my wrist and long as my arm. Now I knew why Irina was so happy and horny.

We sat on our sun beds having lunch and beers. Chris and Jim were setting across from us. They were a great couple and we enjoyed their company but Irina and I could not stop sneaking looks at Jim’s huge cock. His cock was hanging half way to the sand when he was sitting on the edge of the sun bed. His balls looked like softballs. I asked them if they go to nude beaches at home. Jim said no that they could not, due to their jobs and community opinions towards dentist and attorneys.

In fact, this is the first time he or Chris had ever been naked on a beach. They were being very natural about it. They had talked about going to a nude beach but never did partly due to the size of his cock. Jim said since he was a small boy everyone had always stared at his cock and made jokes. I had to ask him, “how big is your cock.” He laughed and said too big. It scared most women and they never went out with him but once. Till he met Chris. She loved him for his himself and his personality. OK, but how big is it? Chris smiled and said that sometimes it gets to 13 inches and that soft, like now, it was 8 inches. It was 6 inches around. I was looking at her sweet little pussy and could not believe Jim’s cock would fit in there. No way.

Chris took out some joints and asked us if we smoked. We told her not since we lived in Spain. After a couple of joints we were all silly. The beer was going down very good with the joints. Irina always sits with her legs folded under her, which gives a great unobstructed view of her pussy. Her pussy escort nişantaşı slit and clit sticking out is visible through her blond hair. Right now it was a wet slit and a hard clit. And Jim was looking at Irina’s pussy.

We were all getting very wasted on the joints. Jim’s cock was growing. I told him that pot has always made my cock hard as a rock for hours. He said his too. I was watching Jim’s cock in disbelief. It was lying beside his leg and it was almost to his knee. Irina was caressing her own tits and leaning closer to Jim to see his cock. Irina asked Chris how does she take that cock in her pussy. Chris said she could not take very much of it, only a couple of inches. It was too big around. Irina and Chris were stoned out of their minds. They were dancing and running around getting beers and rolling joints. Jim and I had hard cocks watching them and smoking more joints.

Irina had the joint and sat on the edge of the sun bed between Jim and Chris. She asked if anyone wanted a shotgun. She put the lit end of the joint into her mouth and leaned into Chris’s face and blew a long stream on smoke into her mouth. She then turned toward Jim and leaned towards him, her beautiful tanned 36C tits pressed into his arm and her little white hand on his thigh. She was touching his black cock with the back of her fingers. His cock jerked at her touch. She blew a long stream on smoke into Jim’s waiting mouth, their lips touching. Her fingers were slowly moving along his thigh and cock. Jim took the joint and gave Irina a shotgun. Her tits were swollen and her nipples were out a good inch. Chris got up to get some beers. She came back she sat beside me and said she was having a good time. She was very stoned and had her hand on my thigh inches from my throbbing cock. Irina was still next to Jim sharing the joint. I told Chris that Irina would love to hold Jim’s cock. She said that was OK with her.

Jim had always had fantasies of a white girl playing with his cock. Irina moved her hand onto Jim’s cock and it came to life in her hand. Irina got on her knees between Jim’s legs giggling like a little girl with a new puppy. She held his big black cock up and started stroking it from top to bottom. Her little white hand did not come close to going all the way around his huge cock. She put some sun oil on her hands and started giving it long slow strokes. Jim had one hand on her tits playing with Irina’s nipple. I was so excited watching Irina with a huge Black cock in her hands.

I knew she was going to suck Jim’s black cock and fuck him also. I had pre-cum flowing escort topkapı from my cock and it was all over my cock and Chris’s hand. I told Chris I was going to cum. She put my cock all the way into her mouth, stopping at the base. Her nose was touching my balls. No girl had ever taken my entire cock in her mouth. I started cuming like never before. Cum was running out of Chris’s mouth. She said she loves to suck cock but can’t suck Jim’s because it’s too big. Then she turned around and sat down on my cock taking all of it up her little pussy. We were both watching Irina.

Jim had watery pre-cum flowing out of his black cock and down onto his big balls. His black cock was covered and it was all over Irina’s hands. She started rubbing his cock all over her face and tits till they were wet, Irina loves to suck cock. She started kissing the end of his cock running her tong around the opening. This had Jim going crazy. She opened her mouth and took a couple inches of his big black cock in her mouth. Irina started cuming in spasms. She took a little more and a little more till she had about 6 inches of his cock in her mouth. Her mouth was stretched over his black cock. I started cuming again. Jim’s balls stared dancing and cum flowed out of Irina’s mouth in white streams down his black cock like a river.

She was using both hands to stroke his big cock up and down quickly, draining him dry. There was cum everywhere. Irina stood up and stood over Jim. She squatted down over him holding his huge black cock up to her pussy slit. The purple black tip disappeared inside of her blond pussy and she stopped, looking at Chris sitting on my cock, telling Chris it hurt so good. Irina pushed down and more of Jim’s cock disappeared. She stopped again to catch her breath. Chris was now fucking me with long slow strokes while watching Irina fuck her husband. She had a wonderful hot pussy. Irina pushed down again and 8 or 9 inches of his black cock was inside. Irina started cuming again. She took another inch and said no more. Chris and I were cuming again.

Irina started to fuck Jim with long slow strokes. Jim was saying “dam, dam she is fucking me” “fucking white girl is fucking me” “fuck my black cock” Jim had a white tit in each of his big black hands. Both of them started cuming. When they stopped Irina slowly rose up, there was a popping noise as Jim’s cock came out of her pussy. Jim’s cum was streaming out of Irina’s pussy. Jim’s black cock was covered in white cum. Chris and Irina went away giggling into the sea to cleanup. Jim said he had not been fucked like that in years.

We spent the remaining day together. I fucked Chris a couple of more times. She loves my 8 inches and had not been fucked in a long time. Irina played with and sucked Jim’s cock a few times making him cum. She did not fuck him again and did not want to. She said once was enough.

Jamaica has been fun every day. I was wondering about tomorrow…

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Cassie was blindfolded, stripped then dressed in a thin robe which she guessed was sheer. The slight draft of the room blew through the material, hardening her already aroused nipples and tingling her wetting lips. A collar was loosely wrapped around her neck, the click of the leach telling her it was time. “Ready my little slut?” whispered into her ear. She nodded with apprehension and the slight tug on the leash told her to walk forward. She heard the people talking in the room as she entered, how many she wasn’t sure. The talking softened to whispers and soft moans of approval. After several steps she was told to stop. The leash was unhooked, the tie of her robe loosened.

“Disrobe, slowly,” she was ordered. As she slowly and reluctantly pulled the robe open and down her body, she grazed her nipples, making her pussy jump and tingle. Instinctively, Cassie covered her pussy with her hand and She wasn’t sure who was present or whether there were only men or some females. She was horny enough to take only women if that were the case.

“Now everyone, you may touch first. No kissing, licking, spanking. And Cassie, you may not touch back…”

She stood there as ordered. The first hands grazed her ass cheeks causing her to jump and gasp. The hand cupped her left cheek, then softly rubbed, finishing with a hard squeeze. At the same time, a set of fingernails drug across her right cheek, sliding between her cheeks. One of the fingertips found her tight asshole, first tracing then prodding the puckered opening. She clinched in response, which only brought more caressing. Soon a pair of hands, probably female, cupped her breasts and gently squeezed. Thumb pads twirled her nipples around, before fingernails grazed from underneath. Another pair pinched her nipples, as the first hands kneaded her soft globes. The fingers running up her inner thighs that teasingly stop just short of her wet lips made her gasp. The hands on her ass soon delved deeper, until her puckered and very sensitive rosebud was caressed by a larger, manlier digit. She lost count of time as the hands continued to touch every inch of her body, never penetrating but still driving her close to orgasm. She even heard what side like people sucking her juices off their fingers and moaning in approval. Throughout, none of the hands felt familiar but she had no way of knowing if there were all strangers or friends that had never touched her that way. Cassie was torn between wanting only strangers and desiring a few friends touching her so intimately.

What she heard next made her pussy really tingle. The floor was opened for her to be spanked, by hand or other implement. Only her ass was to be spanked. Before it began, she was offered what seemed like a table to lean and brace herself on. As soon as she bent over slightly, vip escort the first hand cracked across her right cheek. Next, a smaller hand connected across the lower curve of her left cheek, almost cupping it. Some hands offered gentle caresses before and after the slap. In return, Cassie offered moans, lip licking and softly moanful requests for more. Suddenly her ass was molested by what felt like a narrow paddle or maybe a ruler. While slightly painful, it only made her pussy drip more. At some point, a finger ran up her inner thigh, collecting her juice. Soon the finger was in her mouth, the spanking resuming only after she sucked her own cream of the unknown finger. By the time it was over, her ass received hands, paddles, a flail and even a gentle whipping. She thanked the crowd in low, guttural tone while wiggling her reddened ass.

“I think it’s time for that naughty little mouth of hers to be put to use…” Cassie licked her lips, as she was ordered to her knees. Her ass was still tingling from the spanking, as her cheeks rested on her heels. As she heard the first person step in front of her, she was told she could use her hands, but only to help. She softly moaned, but gasped inside, as her hands wrapped around the first thick meaty cock. It wasn’t terribly long, but as she wrapped her lips around it, her jaw ached slightly.

Cassie groaned deeply as she sat on his lap, his thick shaft impaling her horny ass. As the base of his cock came to rest against her stretched sphincter, his hand grabbed her tits tightly. As she was bounced on the meaty pole, a womanly tongue began lapping her clit and labia. Soon three fingers began pounding her pussy in rhythm to the cock in her ass. Cassie’s moans grew louder as the anonymous cock pounded her ass hard and steady, while her tits and nipples were squeezed, pinched and tugged. The oral assault on her pussy only fueled the fire, as the tongue lashed at her clit and fingers opened her and stroked her inner walls. She then felt mouths attaching to her nipples and sucking harder, teeth clamping around her tender and aroused nipples. After what felt like an eternity, the cock in her ass began to pulse with the prelude to eruption. Her moans became hotter and anguished in the buildup, spurred on by mouth sucking her tits and her pussy being masterfully fingered and eaten. She imagined the unknown face covered in her juices. The grunt behind her warned, ever so briefly, of the hot load about to be released. Her own orgasm, both anally and vaginal, exploded with the cock in her ass. He continued to fuck her as spurt after spurt shot into her ass. Her pussy clamped hard around the fingers as he scream in deep pleasure. Finally, she was lifted off the flesh rod as her legs would not carry her. Her own juices trickled şirinevler escort down her legs, despite an anonymous tongue lapping it up. Her raw asshole pulsed, cum leaking down her legs to mingle with her girlcum.

She was then ordered to stand, her legs still slightly loose from the intense cum she just had. She cautiously followed as she was led to some form of bench or table. The cool leather pressed against her skin as cuffs were tightened around her ankles. A hand against her shoulders pushed her slowly down, her tits pressed firmly against the leather. Her hands were fastened as her ankles were. Her head was left free, as she quickly found out why. Again, a hand smacked against her bare ass, making her cheeks and pussy quiver. A warm cock brushed against her left cheek, before the head, oozing precum slid across her lips and tapping on her right. She barely finished licking the sweet juice from her lips before the cock head pressed against her lips, begging entry. As the meaty shaft slid slowly into her mouth, balls tapping her chin and slightly gagging her, fingers pried open her moist labia.

Cassie moaned onto the cock now sliding in and out of her mouth as the second cock was rammed deep into her pussy. She was in heaven, cocks fucking her from both ends in near unison. As she was penetrated front and back, her legs jellied, he body now resting on the leather, breasts tightly pressed under her weight. Her oral shaft kept pistoning in and out, sometimes shallow with the head barely past her teeth, other times his balls slapped against her chin. Her vaginal penetrations alternating between slow, teasing thrusts to hard, almost painful jackhammering. Her hands bound, she could relent to the cock in her mouth, although her hands at times were filled with tactile glimpses of what may be buried her mouth, pussy or even ass. Soon she felt the rod buried in her now very wet pussy start to tense, portending what Cassie wanted most – hot thick cum.

The near-anguished grunt from behind her fired her pussy even more. As that cock began twitching in build up, she tasted the first drops of cum about her erupt in her mouth. She clamped hard around the cock now spurting hot shots into her wet folds, the intense orgasm the reaction of cum filling her. Likewise, she tightened her lips around the slick, musky shaft in her mouth as salty shots landed on her tongue and slid down her throat. Her pussy convulsed from the simultaneous man orgasms filling her. Fulfillment of her deepest sexual urge – being spitroasted, combined with the unseen audience watching and waiting for his, or her, turn, only made her orgasm more intense. She smiled as the last spurts of cum dripped onto her lips, the now limp cock withdrawing from her slightly aching mouth. elit escort As she did whenever her husband’s cock withdrew from her pussy, neigh, cunt, she moaned in slight disappointment that her hole was now vacant save the thick cream that dripped slightly from her twitching lips.

Before she could too much despair, a new, longer cock readily buried itself in her cunt. She bit her lower lip as this new rod began a slow hammering, driving deep and long. A guttural “more” quietly escaped her lips, lips which were soon wrapped around a new cock. As it slid down her tongue, she quickly realized it had, just moments before, been filling her pussy. In the heat of this blindfolded orgy, she hungrily suck the cum of his shaft, a mixture of her own juices and the cream now lubricating the new cock in her pussy. After a sufficient cleaning, a new clean cock, thick but shorter fucked her mouth. The long rod into pussy soon sprayed her inner walls with more cum, weakening her knees. Soon cock after cock fucked and filled her pussy with cum, more completely fulfilling her desire to have cum drip from her pussy. She cleaned more slippery cocks of cum cocktails. Her ass was not neglected, as numerous cocks impaled her tight rosebud, filling it with thick manjuice as well. As one spent cock slid into her mouth, she discovered to a shock, a different flavor than man and girl juice. The realization the flesh had just filled her ass brought on both shock and a very deep, perverted grin and pleasure.

Soon, Cassie’s orifices were beyond spent. Her face was glazed with facials, her belly full of many cumloads of various tastes, thickness and amounts. Her ass was just as full of cum, twitching from the repeated poundings. Her pussy, the one place she deeply desired copious shots of cream, was quivering, as were her legs, and leaking both thick white juice and her own. As the loud sloshing sound of the last cock fucking and withdrawing ended, Cassie collapse, as much as she could, on the bench. If not for the bench, she would have been laying on the floor, no limb able to support her. Panting from the intensity of the compounding orgasms, she quietly murmured to herself. She had lost count of how many times she had been filled. She suspected some had given her multiple loads or at least stuffed their meat in her multiple times if for nothing else but to feel each orifice wrapped around them.

As if a form of intermission, she felt tongues, likely female, lapping up cum from all of her holes. She fed cum to some during deep french kisses, others simply tongue fucked her. At one point, two tongues assaulted her ass and pussy at the same time, quickly bringing her to yet another orgasm. Now she felt such a tongue and mouth actively licking her cunt clean and sucking the cum from her hole. She squeezed more cum out for this unknown feaster, plenty of fluid still remaining to appease her inner slut.

After what seemed like an eternity, she was released from her bonds. Carefully lead away from the faceless collection of cocks and tongues, she was unmasked to quietly rest in her cum-drenched dreams.

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Disclaimer: All characters in this fictional story are 18 years or older, and all names are ficticious.

Eighteen year old Debbie Ross walked into Jake’s corner grocery store to pick up a few things for her mother. The stunning beauty was fresh out of high school and ready to take on the world. And Jake was well aware of the sexy blonde girl, as she often would stop in and chat with him. For years he had watched her grow into a fine woman, and although married, he often felt his cock harden whenever he saw her. And her tits, they were overly large for her age. He would daydream about sucking on them, after she would visit lately.

The young lady walked up to the meat counter and said, “Hi Mr. Collins. How are you today?”

“I’m fine Debbie. Always good to see you. How is your mother?”

“Oh, she’s really great. She told me to say hi for her. I need a pound of sliced ham please,” she told him.

He walked back to the grinder, and began to slice some ham for her. He was glad that the meat counter was high, otherwise she’d catch a glimpse of his own meat. Jake was in his mid-fifties, and he sure wasn’t getting much at home. His wife Julie had been busy going to bingo and shopping, while sex was an after-thought to her. All though he loved her, a man needed sex. So what was the harm if he had lusty thoughts about this young vixen and dreaming about her sucking his cock.

“So tell me Debbie, did you find a job yet? I know you must want to go to the mall with some spending money. Every young lady loves that,” he said.

“I really haven’t thought about it Mr. Collins. I don’t know what I’d really be good at.”

He handed her the wrapped meat and said, “Have you ever thought about being a hostess? You could get some spending money that way. Anything else for your mom?”

“Mom wants some potato salad. I never really thought about a job yet. But the money would sure come in handy. I have no idea what a hostess does,” she said.

He scooped out some potato salad into a container, and told her, “Well, my older friends have get-togethers weekly at each of our homes. It’s an all guy thing where our wives and girlfriends go out for the night, allowing us to to meet to talk and play pool and poker. It’s just a bunch of longtime buddies having a night out each week. We could always use a hostess. It pays $100 a night, plus we tip well. It would just be a few hours once a week.”

Debbie’s eyes opened wide when she heard the $100 and tips. She thought to herself that there were a lot of things she could buy for a $100. But she wasn’t sure. She really liked Mr. Collins and thought he was handsome for his mature age, but being around men that age would be a first for her. She wasn’t naive to know that mature men were always ogling her when she pretended to not notice. She was well aware of the guys her age, and she knew they were always trying to get into her pants. But older men, well they were lecherous, but never impolite like the crude guys she went to school with or dated.

“I don’t know Mr. Collins, what would I have to do?”

He handed her the container of potato salad and said, “You would serve the guys drinks and food. Plus, you would be eye candy for guys who really don’t get to see young, pretty things like you. Just dress sexy, and you would be surprised how easily you can earn some money. Is there anything else your mom wants?”

“Mom wants some bread and potato chips. Your offer sounds like fun. And I could really use the money. Would there be all guys there? I’m just curious,” she said.

Jake walked with her to get the groceries her mom wanted and told her, “Yeah Debbie. There are four of us. They all are about my age. Would that be a problem?”

“I guess not Mr. Collins. Sounds like lots of fun. What do you think I should wear?

“He led her to the counter to pay for the groceries. He did his best to hide his rigid hardon. He couldn’t believe that this hot woman could possibly be their entertainment tonight. And knowing his buddies, she could be their plaything if everything worked in their favor. As he rung up her groceries, he adjusted his cock behind the counter, which was getting increasingly uncomfortable.

He told her, “The party is tonight at my house. The sexier you look and the less you wear, the more money you could earn. All these men are businessmen with financial wealth. What they don’t have is a pretty lady around to make them feel younger. Are you interested?”

Debbie was excited. She definitely wasn’t a virgin, and the thought of turning these mature men on made her panties wet. But the idea that four mature men like Mr. Collins lusting after her all at once, was thrilling to her. She always fantasized about being an exhibitionist, and this could make her fantasies come true.

“You have yourself a hostess, Mr. Collins. Where is your place?”

Grinning from ear to ear, Jake wrote down his address and handed it to her, along with her groceries.

“I don’t know if your mother would olgun escort approve, so I think it would be best if this stays between us. My buddies and I will definitely not say a word to anybody. The groceries are on me, and here is $50 to go buy something very sexy. Come over about 8 o’clock. And please call me Jake. This will be pleasure, not business, Debbie,” he laughingly told her.

“I’ll see you tonight, Mr. Col….errrr Jake. I promise I won’t tell my mother. Thanks for the money, and I better get to the mall as soon as I can,” she said.

And then she was gone. As an elderly lady customer walked into the store, he gazed at the young woman’s sexy ass and hoped to kiss it soon as it faded away.

Standing at her mirror in her bedroom, she looked at herself. She thought to herself, “Damn, I look good enough to eat.” She giggled to herself at that thought.

The sexy siren had a hard time deciding what to buy to wear tonight. She finally came across a cheerleader’s uniform complete with pom-poms. She picked up a half bra and decided that panties would only get in the way. While she was surprised at Jake’s offer for her to be a hostess, all day she was excited thinking about the possiblities of actually teasing these older men and seeing their hard cocks. She had always loved her father, and when he left her mother after having an affair with his secretary, she was heartbroken. So the last few years she hadn’t had a father figure in her life, and her friendship with Jake actually filled the void, somewhat.

She smiled to herself as she looked back at the reflection in the mirror. Her aroused nipples were uncovered over the bra, and poked through the blouse invitingly. She had several of her buttons undone, showing off the creamy expanse of her large breasts. She swished her short, plaid skirt and she saw her shaved cunt relecting back at her. She wore knee-high white socks and black buckled sandles, and she could feel her pussy seeping down her inner thighs. She realized that soon, she would not be the only one getting to view this erotic sight.

After applying some lipstick and makeup, she was ready. She walked the few blocks, and when she heard the whistles from several guys in a sportscar, she just gave them a dirty look and headed up the sidewalk to Mr. Collin’s door. She rang the doorbell, and was greeted by Jake.

“Oh my God Debbie! I guess the $50 I gave you was well spent. My buddies are sure going to love you. Come on in,” he beckoned her as his cock lurched painfully to attention.

Without any obstructions like counters, Debbie took notice of his predicament. She smiled as she knew she was the cause of his condition. And she intended to see if she could help him with it, as she hated to see him in such distress.

After following him into the house, she was greeted by three men, all in their fifties or sixties. Their eyes were riveted to her body, and she made sure to sashay into the room, keeping their attention on her.

“Debbie, this is Bob, Dave, and Bill. Guys this is Debbie. She agreed to be our hostess tonight.” Then turning towards the girl, he handed her an envelope saying,” this is the agreed upon amount for you being our hostess. Whatever you earn the rest of the night is up to you.”

She stuttered out, “Ummm, thank you Jake. So, when do I start?”

“Let me show you around, and come with me to the kitchen. Guys, you go set up the poker table in the den. We’ll be there shortly,” he said.

They headed for the kitchen after she set her pom-poms down, with Jake taking frequent glances at the sexy blonde. His cock was so hard her gave up trying to hide it. Her milky tits were begging to be unleashed. But, first he had to conduct the business, and tell her of her duties.

“Beer and soda is in the fridge. We have sandwiches and pretzels and chips. We’ll be playing poker, and your duty will be to serve us. Now remember, these guys are sex-starved, so it’s up to you how daring you want to be. Whatever happens here doesn’t leave these doors. I trust my buddies with my life. But I have to warn you, we are four very horny guys!”

She giggled as she said, “Don’t worry about me, Jake. I wouldn’t be here if I was afraid. Do you like my outfit?”

She looked down and saw his cock trying to burst from his shorts. She made sure that he noticed her staring at his crotch. She wanted to tease these guys, and then she wanted to get fucked. All day her pussy was steaming as she thought about her first multiple male encounter. And the thought that these older men had her more turned on than any guy her age ever did, made her happy that she decided to come.

“Damn girl, you are so hot in that uniform. I am sure there are three horny men with raging cocks out in the den thinking about you right now,” he moaned out.

She laughed as she said, “Yeah, and you are quite happy to see me too. Go out with the guys, I’ll get the beer and snacks and be out in a minute.”

He otele gelen escort quickly left as she gathered up the food and beverages and put them on a tray that was on the counter. She opened another button, and grabbed the tray and headed into the other room. When she got there, four lusty sets of eyes followed her as she entered the den.

She studied the older men before her, as they began to deal out cards and try to concentrate on their poker game. Jake was the handsomest of the four, with slightly graying hair in places, and slim in build. She already knew he was packing quite a bulge from seeing it outlined in his shorts earlier.

Her eyes moved to Bob. Bob was a bit overweight, but seemed like a lot of fun. He was the joker, as she listened to him telling jokes as she walked to the card table. He still had dark hair, and she imagined he dyed it to look younger.

Dave was directly across from her and looked to be the oldest, as he had all gray hair. He also was the tallest, and looked to be over 6′ tall. He wasn’t fat, but he did have a small beer belly.

Then the final guy was Bill. She realized she knew him. He was the handyman that her mom hired sometimes to do work on their house. He pretended not to know her, as she guessed that he didn’t want his wife to know that he knew her. His wife Betty often accompanied her mother and was a friend of the family. He was almost as handsome as Jake, and had a well-toned body. He did have silver hair, which just made him look sexier. But as their eyes met, she knew she had to let him know that she wouldn’t let his wife know that he was there.

“Hi guys. Here is some beer and sandwiches. Don’t eat too much though, just so you have some room for dessert later, “she told them while she teasingly winked at them.

They played their hands as she walked around. She made sure to bend over and give each of them a view of her deep cleavage. When she got to Bob, she felt a hand sliding up her thigh, and she just wiggled and pulled away before he could find out that she was naked underneath her skirt. She wanted to tease a little more first.

When she got to Bill, she leaned over and saw his eyes staring at her creamy breasts and she whispered to him, “This is our little secret. I want you to have fun tonight without worrying. By the way, you look sexy.”

They soon were playing poker and placing big bets on the table. But they would frequently eye her as she kept them well stocked up on beer and food. She would take every opportunity to tease, but not quite showing everything. She would feel hands rubbing her butt or legs, but she always slipped away before they could touch her naked pussy or ass.

Bob yelled out, “I won! You guys suck at poker. Must be over $50 in the pot. But I got an idea. If Debbie does a sexy cheer for us in her uniform, the pot is hers. What do you think guys?”

The other three guys looked over at me, with pleading eyes.

“The pot is mine? Well, then I guess I owe you a sexy routine,” she teased them.

Debbie knew it was time. She went and got her pom-poms, and walked over to the poker table. She reached up in the air, shaking her pom-poms and also her large breasts. All of the guys watched with rapt attention as she shook and wiggled but not enough for her pussy to be exposed yet. She danced around the table, shaking and wiggling her body for each of their benefits. Another button popped during her routine, and now just one held her blouse together, while more of her creamy white breasts were exposed. Her nipples were hard as she finally finished her routine.

Jake moaned out, “Shit Debbie. How are we supposed to concentrate on our game with you strutting around like that?”

Bob yelled out, “Who cares about the game?”

Debbie was also getting turned on, and decided to tease them even more. She walked over by Jake, and bent over, flipping her skirt up. Her naked ass was flashed, and all four men groaned at the sight. She grabbed her ankles, and looked back at them with a wicked grin. They could see her shaved pussy which was seeping her juices down her thighs. Then she spread her legs slowly, as her asshole was revealed to the four lusting guys, while stretching her legs wider as she fell to the floor. Her cunt was open with a quick flash, and then she sat on the floor with legs spread and giggled, before standing back up and clapping.

Bill said, “Maybe whomever wins the next hand, Debbie could sit on their lap. Is that okay with you, Debbie?”

She just giggled and walked over to the table saying, “Sounds like fun to me!”

“Hell with it! I’m giving her all my money I have on the table. If we all give her the pot, she will sit on all our laps,” said Jake.

The guys quickly played another hand, and lucky Jake won. Debbie walked over to him, and sat on his lap. While the other older men watched intently, she ground her ass on her friend’s cock. She loved the feel of it with only the masöz escort material of his shorts separating it’s entry into her sopping wet pussy. When Jake reached around and opened her last button, her blouse fell away to the sides of her sloping breasts, and her perky nipples were bared over her bra. His fingers teased her nipples, tweaking them as she continued to squirm on his lap.

“Damn Jake, she is a firecracker. If I was in your place, I’d have her naked in no time! She’s hot,” Dave told the him.

The girl just giggled, and quickly climbed off of Jake’s lap and told them, “Okay, who is gonna win the next hand? I’ll run out and get everyone some more beer and chips.”

The men watched her as she left the room. She ran to the refrigerator and opened a bunch of beers. Meanwhile, the guys at the poker table decided it was time to push the issue.

Bill said, “Let’s get naked guys. That way, the next lap she sits on will be really exciting. I want to fuck her so damn bad!”

All of them nodded in agreement and quickly shirts, shoes, socks, and shorts were removed and thrown on the floor. Quickly underwear joined the pile. Four raging, hard cocks were unveiled, before they sat down at the table to hide them temporarily. Moments later, the hot girl in the cheerleader outfit returned with their snacks.

She looked around the table, and her eyes got big. Bob’s cock was visible, and it must have been at least 8 inches. It definitely was the biggest prick she had ever laid eyes on. She couldn’t see the other cocks, but she knew the stakes were now raised much higher. She figured she was going to have to suck and fuck them, and she knew she wanted to, very badly.

“I see everyone wants to play harder. Well, I am ready if you are. Whose lap is next?”

The guys quickly played another hand, as they watched Debbie unsnapping her skirt. It soon slid around her ankles, and her bare cunt was on display. She kicked it off and reached between her soaked lips, and stroked it for their viewing pleasure. Then she whipped off her half-bra, and just stood there in the white socks and black shoes. She looked so damn fuckable, and it was which guy would be the first to fill her cunt up.

“I won, I won! Damn, come over here woman, and sit on my cock….ummmm lap,” said Bob.

Debbie skipped over to the burly man, and taking notice that Jake, Bill, and Dave’s cocks were all very nice looking. But Bob definitely had them beat, and she really didn’t care whose lap she was on, but was glad he was the first one. She would get them all eventually. She felt Bob grab her waist, and lifted the lightweight girl, and as he let her down on his lap, she felt the cockhead bump her clit. She groaned as her pussy was highly sensitive, and it sent shivers throughout her body. Then his hands reached up and pawed her tits, and the sudden jolt sent her cunt down over his cock. The sudden drop took her breath away, and she was glad she was very wet. When she hit bottom, she never felt so full of cock in her life.

“Oh God Bob! Shit, it feels like a log inside of me,” cried out Debbie.

He said, “Do you want to get off?”

“Yeah, I want to get off, but not off of your cock. Fuck me, you bastard!”

Then she began to move up and down, moaning as every inch of his cock filled her to capacity. Her cunt was hot and flowing over his cock and balls. She grimaced a little in tortured pleasure as he fucked her good. Screw them young guys she used to date, they were mere boys to Bob. He may have been overweight, but he knew how to give her intense pleasure. Bill and Dave sat on either side of the fucking duo, and the lure of her breasts was too much for them. Soon each felt her tits up, giving her an intense orgasm.

“I’m cumming! Damn guys, I want to fuck every one of you tonight! Don’t stop Bob,” she moaned out.

Bob on the other hand, had never felt a pussy that was so very tight around his raging prick. He tried hard to hold back, but when Debbie bucked hard on him in yet another orgasm while yelling out obscenities, he felt his cock shoot hard inside of her.

“Take my cum Debbie. Ahhhh shit!”

Debbie could feel the jets of hot sperm shooting into the very depths of her womb. She just continued to shake and wiggle as her orgasm seemed to never end. Her cunt was so tight that not much was escaping their juncture of pleasure. After a few more moments, both finally slowed to a stop. She turned around to kiss Bob on the cheek, but he was too quick and his tongue shot into her mouth. Despite the surprise invasion, she accepted it as if they were intended to be kissing each other all along.

Jake finally said, “Quit hogging all the pussy Bob. We want her too. Debbie, have you ever sucked a cock?

“Not really. The guys I was with, just wanted to fuck me. Would you teach me Jake?”

“By the time we are done with her, all her holes will be sore,”

Bill piped in non-chalantly.

Debbie finally pulled off of Bob’s dwindling cock. It definitely was quite a weapon he had, and she imagined many a woman wanted to ride that masterpiece. With a wet suction sound, she felt it slip from her depths, and mixed juices flowed out onto his cock and legs. If she hung around these guys long enough, her pussy would be damn loose and very sore.

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I have never been attracted to the most gorgeous woman in the room. They always get enough attention anyway, and are often very aware that everyone fancies them. Maybe it is the philanthropist in me, but I am far more interested in the woman in the corner who is clean and presentable but clearly not expecting to be seduced.

And it was in this frame of mind that I attended a drinks do for work. I’m an architect and my firm (not actually mine – the one I work for) was celebrating a new project. It was one of those occasions where you don’t know anyone and have to try to make a friend so you can give each other moral support.

This woman was standing near the buffet, reading the PR handout over and over again. She was about 50, I suppose – the same as me – and soberly dressed in a roll-neck sweater and skirt, both black. She had reddish hair, quite short and parted on the side. You would probably assess her as the family type, Auntie someone, who didn’t go out much and last had sex 20 years ago.

There was something about the whole thing that turned me on.

I went over and introduced myself.

‘I’m no good at these things,’ she confessed, meaning parties.

‘Nor am I,’ I said. ‘I’ll look after you if you’ll look after me.’ She looked at me curiously. ‘Keep each other company,’ I explained.

‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Good idea.’

And so we spent an hour or so talking about this and that. Her name was Sheila, she was a PA to some chief executive, had been married unhappily for two years and divorced for 15 now. She lived 10 minutes’ drive away in a semi-detached house on a small close. She had no children and she liked line dancing and crocheting.

Although she said she didn’t really drink, Sheila kept accepting the top-ups of champagne that were offered every now and then. Between us we ate all the chilli vol-au-vents and dry roasted peanuts.

It was now about 8 o’clock and the party was beginning to thin out.

‘I think we could make a break for it,’ I said conspiratorially,’ and we plotted our escape. Both still hungry, we would go to the Italian restaurant down the street.

We split up and said goodbye to whoever needed it, then met up again at the outside door. It was a warm summer’s evening and a very pleasant stroll down the road.

In the restaurant we opted for glasses of wine rather than a bottle, but still ended up drinking three each.

‘How about a coffee?’ I said eventually.

‘How about a coffee at my place?’ she said playfully.

Twenty minutes later we were entering her house after a cab ride istanbul escort in which we had sat nice and close together in the back seat, but without making it obvious to the driver or indeed each other.

Sheila’s house was neat and tidy, with some rather cheesy holiday souvenirs from Spain and Florida around the place. She made the coffee as I sat in the lounge as instructed. I chose the settee and hoped she might join me there.

She didn’t. When she came in with the cups she sat in her armchair, then got up to put some music on. I joined her at the CD player and stood closer to her than necessary while we negotiated what to put on. We opted for neutral territory: some old lounge jazz by Nancy Wilson, which enabled me to take her by the hands and do a bit of smooching. She danced close to me and snuggled against my chest. I kissed her gently on the neck and she mumbled something I didn’t quite catch, then led me by the hand to the settee.

‘You’re a bad influence,’ she said happily. ‘Plying a girl with drinks and doing sensual dances with her.’

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She moved back, but only slightly, and said ‘Well…’, with half a smile. I kissed her again and she kissed back. I put my arms around her and she put a hand on my knee, then withdrew herself abruptly.

‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘it’s been a long time. I’m not very good at all this.’

‘You kiss very nicely,’ I said.

‘Ohh,’ she said with a dismissive hand gesture, then left the room, saying ‘Back in a minute. Bathroom’s through there if you need it.’ She walked briskly upstairs and closed a door behind her. I used the toilet and gave my equipment a quick wash, just in case.

Sheila didn’t come back for a full 10 minutes, and when she did she had a Scrabble box in her hands. Perhaps she had been consulting her Old Maid’s Guide to Dampening the Atmosphere, but if she had, it didn’t work. First of all she had a brilliant seven-letter word: orifice, which her competitive instinct wouldn’t let her ignore. I followed that with six letters: orgasm.

‘Sorry…’ I said as I laid it out, ‘but this is all I can offer.’

‘Isn’t it a funny word,’ she said, sitting back. ‘With sm at the end. What else ends like that?

‘Spasm,’ I said. ‘And isms. Eroticism. Jism’

‘What’s jism?’ she asked brightly. I thought carefully before answering.

‘American slang for… semen.’ I explained. ‘They abbreviate it to jizz.’

She looked quite taken aback.

‘Oh,’ she said. ‘I suppose I must be very out of touch. Don’t they say spunk anymore?’

This istanbul escort bayan time it was I who was taken aback.

‘Sorry,’ she said. I wondered what she had done upstairs. Had a large vodka? Some sort of prescription drug? Phoned her best friend for advice? I decided to ignore it, to spare her any embarrassment.

‘How about another kissm?’ I asked, putting an arm around her neck.

‘Yessm please,’ she replied, and this time she entered into the arrangement enthusiastically, her tongue playing with mine, deep in my mouth.

‘Let’s go upstairs,’ I ventured.

‘What for?’ she asked with fake innocence.

‘I want to lie down,’ I said simply.

‘Oh, okay,’ she replied and led the way to the upstairs landing. Her bedroom door was open, but she promptly opened a smaller room and said ‘You can sleep in there. Spare toothbrush in the cabinet in there,’ indicating the bathroom. ‘Good night,’ she said and entered her room, closing the door behind her.

I brushed my teeth and had a bit of a nose through her bathroom paraphernalia. Mouthwash, eye drops, hair brush, but nothing of a sexual or even intimate nature. No condoms, no tampons, no pills. I concluded that she had had the menopause and never expected to have sex again.

I went into my little room, undressed and got into bed. I lay there for maybe 15 minutes, considering having a wank, when I heard her door open and then a knock on mine.

‘Hello,’ I called.

‘Does that mean come in?’ she asked.

‘Come in,’ I said, almost irritably.

She came in and the light from the hall showed that she was wearing a very plain knee-length dress, a cross between a proper dress and frumpy nightie. She sat on the bed and said ‘I thought you deserved a goodnight kiss.’

I gently pulled her down on top of me and we kissed long and slowly. My hands roamed her dress, looking for a way in, but there was none, just the top and the bottom. She was wearing pants.

‘Why don’t you get in?’ I said.

‘Okay,’ she said, ‘but we’re just kissing.’

‘Fine with me,’ I said, but when she lay beside me I slid my knee between her legs. I tugged at her dress and said ‘What’s this?’

‘It’s a house dress,’ she explained. ‘For wearing around the house.’ Her hand touched my lower back.

‘You’re not wearing anything,’ she gasped.

‘I’m in bed,’ I said as my hands wandered beneath the cotton and caressed her body. She didn’t even flinch when I came to her breasts and began to knead her left nipple.

‘Take the dress off,’ I implored.

‘Okay, escort istanbul but that’s it,’ she said, sitting up in the dark and removing it, then sliding back down and resuming the kissing. This time my hand came to rest on her buttocks, stroking gently. My erect penis nudged her thighs and I could tell it had precum on the end.

‘Do you want me to touch you?’ she said in a matter-of-fact way.

‘Yes,’ I said softly, taking her left hand and placing it on my cock. She felt the slippery wetness on the end and rubbed it on my leg, then lay on her back, legs still together.

I kissed her breasts and licked the crease just beneath them, then moved to her stomach. As I headed for her pubic hair, she grabbed me by the shoulders and said ‘Come up here.’

I moved back up and kissed her lips, my right hand tickling her groin.

‘Let’s take your knickers off,’ I said eagerly.

‘No,’ she said firmly. ‘You can do lots of things as it is.’

I sucked her nipples, which she enjoyed immensely, then headed south again and kissed her between her legs, which were now slightly apart.

‘Uh uh,’ she scolded and wriggled away. ‘They’re staying on.’

‘Okay,’ I said. ‘Just let me lie between your legs.’

‘You don’t go in,’ she warned.

‘Okay,’ I replied in a resigned voice. I moved on top of her and lay between her warm thighs with the head of my penis pressed against her crotch. I reached down, took hold of my own end and rubbed it firmly against her clitoris. She made involuntary noises of pleasure, then uttered ‘Oh, it’s torture… sweet torture.’

‘I want to get inside you,’ I pleaded.

‘No,’ she said.

‘Let me lick you, then,’ I continued.

‘Not there,’ she said.

I slid my hand round to her buttocks and said ‘There?’

I couldn’t see, because it was dark, but I’m pretty certain she made a disapproving face at that suggestion.

‘Okay, I said finally. But I want to give you some jism.’

Her hand was wrapped around my erection, so I slid it back and off, then took myself in hand and masturbated. I could sense her excitement as a naked man respected her wish not to be penetrated, but continued with his lustful animal ways.

I came into her open hand and she left it there, not moving a muscle.

Eventually she said ‘I need something to wipe it,’ and thought for a moment. ‘Take my knickers off,’ she said finally. I moved down to comply and after I slid them off I kissed her vaginal lips briefly. She didn’t complain or even move.

As I gave her the cotton jizz-wipe she thanked me and said ‘That was lovely. It has been a long time, you know.’

‘I want to shag you,’ I said, deliberately using the coarse word because I thought she might enjoy it at that point.

‘Maybe,’ she said. ‘Not tonight,’ and she slid out of bed and went into her own room.

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How I managed to convince the limo driver to give me his keys isn’t important. What is important was that I found myself steering the midnight-black stretch through the teeth of another famous Boston snowstorm. The sunset, though quite breathtaking, wasn’t helping, as it cast a golden glare across both my windshield and the mounds of blinding white on either side of the street.

It was all a formality, though. I was only in town to see one sight, after all, and she didn’t yet know I had arrived.

Traffic abated grudgingly the further I moved from the airport, but eventually I found myself cruising at a brisk 78mph, shielding my eyes from oncoming headlights and ignoring the moronic waves of various passersby. I was a victim of acute tunnel vision, focused on the prize at the end of my journey. It didn’t keep me from flipping the bird to a line of soccer-moms camping the left lane. I let such aggressions out in small increments, not wanting anything to build up that would keep me from being gentle with her.

Night had fallen completely by the time I pulled the limo into her driveway. I hesitated only slightly before adjusting the knot of my tie and stepping gingerly onto the powdered concrete. My mind raced with possibilities – What will I say? What will she say? Will I be able to withstand her presence without losing my mind?

Mere feet away, the door seemed to buckle in spacetime, appearing farther away than the distance that previously lay between us. I reached out, pierced the veil of that illusion and knocked lightly. I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly, allowing the bitter chill to burn in my chest as I held it for several seconds. Footsteps echoed from the entry in measured strides. I felt my pupils contract as adrenaline seeped into my bloodstream.

“Hel –.” The greeting was aborted before the second syllable had passed her lips. To be so close after so long…

“Howdy.”

I haven’t seen a sunrise in my life that measured anything close to the warmth of the smile that lit up her face. She stepped into the cold and pulled the front door closed behind her, lunging up into my waiting arms and taking the breath from me with a kiss that defied description. The heat of it, the electrical energy that was transferred between us, should have melted a circle in the slush at my feet. The moment of abandon was brief, though, and she quickly took me by the hand and pulled me back through the front door.

“The limo’s here!” she called into the house.

“Limo?” a head poked around the corner. I waved, more of a sarcastic salute than anything warm. He nodded.

“Gratis,” I said loudly as he disappeared from view, winking at the beautiful girl kneading my fingers between her own, “from a secret admirer.”

My right hand snuck unconsciously around her waist, coming to rest above her hip. I felt her body tense as my fingers slid gently across the seamless fabric of her black dress, feathering lightly down the line dividing her abdomen and upper thigh. I watched as her eyes rolled upward under their lids, lips parting in quiet ecstasy.

Unwilling – or not yet ready – to push the envelope any further, I disappeared, returning to the overheated interior of the limousine where I used my thumb to rub away the sinful shimmer of lip gloss. I took the liberty of scribbling a heart on a generic bi-fold card before setting it atop the silver bucket of ice I had yet to put in the passenger quarters. The champagne sweating there looked good. I hoped she would enjoy it with me later. I snickered only a little as I placed it securely on one of the mini-bars, wondering with a wicked sneer how my treasured one’s husband would react.

I had been reclining in the driver’s seat for several minutes before there was a rap on the window. I opened my left eye and peered through the glass, rolling it down just far enough that she could see nothing at all.

“Ma’am?”

“Mike’s finishing an email or something,” she said, pouting at the small orifice through which I was forcing her to communicate. “How on Earth did you get a limo!?”

“Trade secret, m’dear,” I replied with a wink, allowing the window to descend fully. “Plus, I don’t want you to be an accomplice when I’m finally tracked down. Just do me a favor, k? Don’t look in the trunk.”

She shook her head and giggled beautifully, leaning through the window and gifting me with another kiss that transmitted nothing less than her body’s need – for this was more than a simple, human desire – to become one with me in both body and spirit. The way my hands cupped her face and stroked her hair replied in kind, and we broke apart with much hesitation.

“You came here for me?” Her tone was one of disbelief rather than curiosity, but it dissolved into another musical laugh in short order. “Can I tell you something?”

“No,” I said, “but you look like poetry.”

Even though her figure was largely concealed by the heavy coat, the blush that migrated across her skin made her seem istanbul escort almost ethereal. Something within me fluttered like a caged bird. Snow whipped red hair across fair skin, but no amount of obscuring white could quench what burned within the cerulean rings of her eyes. Were I a weaker man, my soul would have evaporated as it drank in the image, leaving my body to expire in that cold driveway.

“Are you going to read me later?” Her original, intended question seemed to have been lost along the way. She was unbothered.

“Line by line, little Miss.”

The mood was soured as her husband appeared, forcing our conversation to come to an end and compelling me to get out of the warm car to open the door for my passengers.

I restrained myself from shutting the door on one of his limbs, satisfying myself with a saccharine smile that caused the already sizeable frown on his face to deepen. I fiddled with many of the buttons on the console after returning to the cockpit, delighting myself by pressing a certain purple one over and over again as Mike’s exclamations became less and less amused. The sound of my redhead’s laughter caused me to punch six or seven at once, one of which opened the privacy glass behind me.

“…the fuck is this guy’s deal?”

“I wasn’t supposed to hear that, huh?” I said jokingly through the small aperture. “I apologize, but it’s really hard to work all this shit when you’re blind!”

Heather, the reason for my visit (and a large portion of my madness), lost it, laughing so hard that she slid out of the leather seat. Her husband was less than pleased.

“Can we get to the party now, maybe?” He spoke in a clipped manner, obviously far more annoyed than I imagined he would be after such trivialities.

“Sir!” I replied. “Could you give me the address once more, so I’m sure of our destination?”

He rambled off a string of numbers with a word or two, but I didn’t hear any of it, lost as I was in the rearview mirror’s view of Heather blowing me kisses. I smiled like I had Down’s Syndrome, nodding like an idiot and pretending to punch coordinates into the navigation unit as I blithely ignored everything that came out of his mouth.

“Downtown it is!” I guessed, figuring that most of the decent New Year’s Eve parties would be taking place thereabouts. “Do you have a particular musical preference, or is Swedish Melodic Doom Metal going to work.”

“I’d rather –”

“I’ve never heard that,” Heather interrupted. “Let’s try it for a minute. We’ll change it if it becomes obnoxious or something.”

“Does the same go for the driver?” Mike asked.

“I’ll trade you places if you don’t want to ride with your pretty wife,” I responded, leaving most of the humor out of my voice. “You probably know the area better than I, seeing as I moved here only recently.”

“Just drive,” he sighed, toggling the switch that sent the privacy window back up and locked. I slid a CD into the headunit and waffled between a couple songs, unsure as to whether I wanted to impress Heather or piss off Mike even further. While the Loki within screamed for Fear Factory’s Messiah, the Cupid suggested something more subtle. I landed on Harvest by Opeth, pulling away into the night as the first bars thrummed through the vehicle.

I’m not sure how she managed it, but I received a text message with an appropriate address a short distance down the main thoroughfare. I assumed the winking face at the end to be a powerslide, but I wasn’t sure how the limo would handle such playful guidance and I tucked the suggestion into the back of my head, hoping that I would have opportunity to throw the long wheelbase around in a parking lot or something before the night was over.

As it turns out, I had no such luck. But I digress.

Once, Maitreya’s softest, most beautiful instrumental, was playing at the time of our arrival. I pulled in behind a row of other limousines, tossing the gearshift into park and stepping out onto freshly-iced asphalt with a satisfying crunch.

“What did you think?” I asked, opening the door.

Mike ignored the question and removed himself from the dark interior, taking with him the pall of gloom that had taken up residence there. Even Heather’s sunny disposition seemed a bit dulled by his inability to relax, though she managed a wan smile for me as I helped her across the first of what I hoped to be many thresholds.

“I heard both of the songs you sent me in there,” she whispered as she brushed past me.

“How can we reach you when we’re ready to leave?” Mike called from the valet booth upon which he leaned.

I handed him a business card. He eyeballed it and began to work his mouth around words that I would not have liked.

“Oops,” I said, snatching the thing back. “That’s my other business card! My bad.”

I scanned it again, amused, as I gave him a real one. Rockstar. Sex god. Better than you. It said these things and more, but my name was strategically istanbul escort bayan absent. Instead, there was a phone number that cycled directly into my brother’s voicemail. The things people would say to a machine…

I was forced to watch them walk away without any more interaction with Heather, but it made me happy to see how stiffly separate they were, though they moved in the same direction. Her distaste was evident. He must have been quite an asshole in the car.

Four words, prick: I thought to myself, unfurling both middle fingers at Mike’s back in a slack-jawed salute to his ego, YOUR LOSS. HER GAIN.

A teenage shiver, a physical premonition of what was to come, tingled down my spine as I pulled the long black Lincoln into one of many specific parking spots. It was only a matter of time. I switched the CD to Swallow the Sun and allowed myself to be carried away by The Giant.

* * *

I pretended to be asleep when the door opened, though it was very hard to keep my hands from moving up to her waist after she swung her leg over my lap, pinning me in a straddle.

“I know you’re not asleep,” she whispered in my ear as she ran her tongue lightly up its edge. I moaned and squirmed, unable to keep the smile from my face. She moved from my ear to my neck, kissing every few seconds as my hands slid slowly up her thighs. Her fingers worked deftly at my tie’s knot, loosening it and tearing it from around my neck without the merest hint of effort. The first few buttons of my shirt followed suit and I quickly found myself succumbing to her desired path.

I ran the fingertips of my right hand from her thigh to her ribs, making small circles as I moved higher. I placed my left on the small of her back, pulling her hips tighter against my lap, feeling the heat from between her legs through the thin fabric of my pants. The way she sighed into my ear as I ran my fingers across her breast and up to the nape of her neck sent a line of goosebumps running down my side.

Heather didn’t resist as I pulled her mouth to mine and drank deeply the kisses she offered there. My hands fell to her hips and I helped her roll them into me in a rhythmic cycle that made my cock uncomfortably hard within the tangle of boxers and dress slacks. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care, and I quickly found my hands to be little more than decoration as she rocked her body into mine again and again without removing her mouth from mine. Were it not for the cooing moans that escaped from between her lips, I wouldn’t have been able to tell if she was breathing or not.

I pulled her gently back, gathering just enough composure to speak without my voice trembling. “Would you like some champagne?”

“I’d like to get you out of these clothes,” she replied, leaning into me and crushing her lips to mine in another lengthy kiss.

“There’s a lot more room in the back,” I mentioned. “Shall we?”

“Please!”

The snow was shockingly cold after the exchange of body heat, but we moved quickly enough into the passenger compartment that we only had to endure it for a breath or two. I looked at the clock. 12:17AM. We’d missed the stroke of midnight, but the New Year could still be christened properly.

“Did you get a kiss at midnight?”

Heather shook her head. “Nope. I managed to disappear before then.”

“Excellent.” I walked over to her on my knees and situated myself between her legs, running my hands up the outsides of her thighs as I kissed her again. I felt the muscles in her legs begin to tremble as my hands slid under the folds of her dress. My fingers traced over soft skin and the tiny straps of a lacy undergarment, upon which I lingered only momentarily. I didn’t stop the kissing or the touching until her dress was bunched up around her midsection, allowing me a full view of her toned belly and thighs.

“Something to drink?” I asked, pulling back away from her attempt to kiss me, teasing as I am wont to do.

“You’re driving me crazy!” she replied, leaning back in mock exasperation. “Let’s open the champagne. I want to make a toast to us.”

“Yes ma’am.” The cork bounced off one of the limo’s windows and missed my face by less than an inch, causing me to throw myself backward like some sort of ninja. The foam geyser that followed poured into my lap, soliciting another burst of laughter from the pretty redhead on the seat. She took advantage of the situation and slid down onto the floor, pinning me with one hand while she kissed my mouth and stole the bottle of bubbly with the other.

“Clever girl.”

The smile on her face had changed. It was no longer a glowing reflection of her happiness to see me. Whatever I had done to her on the seat had elicited quite a different response. What shone from her eyes and gleamed in the gloss of her lips was something predatory and barely restrained. Undaunted by the wicked look I was giving her in return, she put the bottle of champagne up to her lips, drinking escort istanbul lightly from it before pressing her lips to me and sharing what she had taken from the bottle.

“Cheers,” I mumbled after managing to swallow the alcohol around her lips and tongue. I felt her fingernails tracing the outline of my package through my now-soaked pants and had to check myself before I lost control. It was a difficult few seconds.

With that same, animal look in her eyes, Heather slid down my body, pressing her open mouth down on the shaft of my cock and sucking lightly. I writhed as I felt her lips and teeth and tongue along the length of my penis, grinding up into her mouth as she began to unzip me.

I sat up, bringing another short-lived pout to her face as I lifted her from the floor and set her astride of my lap. I pressed her to my chest and kissed her mouth as I lowered her onto her back, leaning myself in between her legs so that the head of my cock pressed right where it should. She gasped and clutched at my back, wrapping her legs around my middle in an involuntary spasm of pleasure.

“Relax, baby,” I whispered, grabbing her arms and moving them above her head, gently pinning them there with one hand while the other slid down her middle, between her breasts, over the fabric of her dress and down between her legs.

“Did you spill champagne on yourself too?” I asked innocently. Heather shook her head in reply, smiling and arching her pelvis up into my fingers. “My my, little miss. You seem to be soaking wet. Better get you out of these…”

I hooked my thumbs through the straps at her hips and pulled downward, allowing my fingers to drag across her skin as I lay bare the softness beneath. Her hips wiggled to help me remove the garment entirely, and I kept her legs apart once the lacy thing had slipped past her heels. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, allowing the moment to carry her away.

I lowered my face and blew softly on her clit, placing her legs over my shoulders as I did so. The quick intake of breath it caused sounded almost like a gasp of pain, but the look on her face told me otherwise. Taking her body’s cue, I leaned forward further and placed my mouth on her pussy, flicking my tongue in slow circles as I dragged a single finger along the smooth skin of her lips. With my other hand sliding up and down her thigh, it was easy for me to feel her body responding to my kisses and licks. I could feel how close to orgasm she was and decided to prolong the moment a little longer to ensure that it was a huge one.

I rose slowly to my knees, kissing along the insides of Heather’s legs as I did so, articulating them backward to raise her hips off the ground. I pulled her toward me until her pussy was in my lap and then I took her hands and pulled her back into a sitting position, allowing her legs to slide from my arms, back to the ground. She kissed me with such abandon that our teeth clicked together, causing a pair of embarrassed but momentary smiles, and she undid the remaining buttons on my shirt before I could as much as blink.

Again, the predatory hunger had taken hold of her features as she pulled my shirt and suit coat halfway down my arms, entangling them so that I couldn’t keep her from pushing me onto my back. I smiled and began to wriggle loose of the clothing, but she grabbed both of my arms and shook her head. She was going to be in charge, it seemed. I was perfectly fine with that.

“Remember,” I said, “you wanted gentle at first.”

Heather bit her bottom lip and narrowed her eyes. “Are you going to complain?”

“I’ll give you whatever you want,” I replied, lunging suddenly out of her grasp and rolling her onto her back again, “but I plan on being the one doing the first giving, if you don’t mind.”

“Yessir!” she squealed, stroking my face and chest with her soft hands. “Anything you want.”

“What do you want?”

“You. Inside me.”

I painted a confused look across my face. “Me? Right now?”

“Don’t tease me! Please! Mikey!”

I smiled and brought my face down to hers, kissing her mouth and neck as I pulled what remained of my boxers and slacks away from my cock. I rocked forward, allowing the tip to brush against her pussy. She moaned and her face tremored with pleasure, so I did it again, pressing ever so slightly harder.

“Slide out of your dress for me, sweetheart.”

Obligingly, Heather pulled the gauzy black cloth away from her skin, exposing all of her beauty. Her entire body was sheathed in sweat, shimmering under the dancing lights like a human rainbow. She made as if to cover her breasts, but I grabbed the seeking hands and held them over her head. If she wants them covered, I thought, I’ll use my mouth and make it more pleasant for both of us.

With my body bent into such an arc, her legs were easily able to find purchase around my hips, pulling my cock tight against her pussy. She moaned as my teeth and tongue coaxed electric pleasure from her nipples and her fingers clenched and flexed around my own when I finally allowed the head of my penis to slide half an inch into her. The speechless ecstasy that etched itself into her features at that merest joining was something I will keep with me until the end of my days.

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The morning I woke you up to suck your cock was because of the dream, which ironically had been about the very same thing. It wasn’t quite light yet, but my pussy throbbed with need, dripping wet. My nipples ached, twin stiff bullet points brushing deliciously against the thin cotton fabric of the long T shirt I wore to bed.

Good thing I hadn’t wore panties to bed-I rarely did-because they would’ve been soaked.

I peeled back the sheets and sat up, looking over at you as you slept, one arm beneath your pillowed head, your eyes closed, lips parted, hair mussed. Like me, you slept in an old T shirt but no underwear. Most mornings you woke up first to start the coffee and get a shower before me, as you were the early riser. And most mornings you woke up hard, but we had such a busy work week with our jobs we rarely engaged in morning sex except on weekends.

I grinned lasciviously, my right hand already slipping between my thighs to find my warm pussy already quite slippery with my arousal. I moaned, biting my lip, as my fingertips grazed the ruffled, tender folds of my labia, probing inside just a bit. I knew if I kept this up, especially if I teased my clit, I might want to yank back the covers to straddle you.

Then I remembered the hot dream, about waking you up by taking your beautifully thick hard cock into my mouth, making istanbul escort you cum rather quickly. I think I might’ve fingered myself in the dream as I finished you, but I didn’t remember. I just recalled that your huge, hot cum load had nearly made me gag…in a very good way.

I pulled my hand away and held it up, glistening with my clear juices, still grinning. Deftly, but as to not wake you up yet, I carefully slid my hand under the sheet, finding your cock semi-erect. My greased fingers gently grasped it, slowly stroking the thick length from your trimmed base to the swollen plum – sized head, making you grow tumescent in mere seconds. You stirred, legs moving apart slightly under the covers, moaning slightly.

I wrapped my fingers more tightly and stroked you in long, slow movements, teasing the sensitive underside of your cockhead.

You turned your head to peer over at me, eyes fluttering, lips quivering.

“Mmmm, baby…,” you uttered, hips shifting as you turned to face me.

I smiled wickedly, my left hand snaking down to ply my achingly wet sex. I wanted to tug off my night shirt, to expose my rigidly erect nipples since I knew you loved seeing them, and perhaps you’d eventually lean over to lick and suck and nibble them, but I didn’t want to stop what I was doing right now. It felt too fucking istanbul escort bayan good!

Suddenly, you pulled down the sheet and comforter, exposing your chest, belly, and my hand gripping your cock, momentarily ceasing my delicious ministrations. I could see the protuberantly prominent veins threaded around your taut circumference and bit my lip. I wanted to lean over and take you into my mouth. Finish you off by continuing to stroke and suck you.

As I did just that, though, I removed my other hand from my pussy to cup your full, heavy shaved sack, lightly caressing your balls with my juice-slickened fingers. I kissed your cockhead and licked it slowly, achingly slowly, my right hand tightly encircling the base. You grew even harder, eliciting more deep groans of mounting ecstasy. Then I engulfed you with my mouth, your velvety smooth warm man flesh slipping easily between my lips and over my tongue.

God, I loved the musky, masculine smell of it, how you tasted. It really aroused me, stoking the erotic fires of my lust. I groaned deeply, purring seductively, enslaved to the moment.

My head and mouth moved fluidly up and down your cock, sucking and licking as you begun to wriggle your hips, arching your back and I knew you’d cum soon. I wished I could rub my finger to match your own impending orgasm…

…but escort istanbul you’d must’ve read my mind because you slithered your right hand over to probe your fingers into that sweet, hot and wet juncture between my legs. You teased my swollen lips, up and down and getting them quite slick with my copious nectar before you expertly made small circles around my engorged clit. We’d sometimes masturbated together, which was intensely hot, and whenever you orally pleasured me, I’d usually cum pretty quickly…but when you fingered me, it was so arousing that made orgasms made me quake and shudder from head to toe.

I always knew when you were close to cumming whenever I sucked you off because your breathing grew rapid and you made these sexy little grunts. That and all the precum oozing from your slit, and that all suddenly happened and the way your fingers made tight tiny swirls over my clit drove me mad, my hips jerked, but not too hard to make you lose your place and ohhhh, God, baby…FUCK YES!

You convulsed, your stomach undulating and then I felt your cock and balls spasm…and you erupted into my mouth, spewing a near endless stream of creamy goodness. I came explosively, groaning around your spurting manhood, swallowing every luscious drop as you rubbed my gushing cunt.

Moments later we both collapsed with chests heaving, catching our collective breaths, laying against one another with crushed pillows behind us. After a minute or two, you glanced over at me with a sleepy wry smile and said, “Love the service at this hotel, babe. The wake call is outstanding!”

I couldn’t agree more.

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Author’s notes:

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TL;DR

A little bit of rambling from my side. Scroll down a page or two for the story continuation. I tend to be a bit long-winded in my rambling, in case you hadn’t noticed yet.

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If you’ve read the previous chapter, you might have wondered how the hell I managed to write a ghost into the story. Honestly, I don’t know. I never planned to, but it just simply appeared – yes, I know that’s a bad pun.

I once wrote a story about a man discovering a ghost in his house and ended up befriending her, but I never finished that one. Apparently it wasn’t good enough to finish, but if you’re – just like me – a discovering writer, you tend to use all kinds of good plotlines in the stories thatare good enough to finish. Thus, without me knowing at the time, I wrote a ghost into my story. Imagine my own surprise after reading back my own work.

“How the hell did I manage to get a ghost into this story? Did I just derail my own plotline?”

I was having serious concerns about her appearance, although she did feel like she didn’t came out of the blue. Reading back my own work I noticed a few remarks in earlier chapters about Vincent having the feeling of being watched and having the feeling that he was not alone in the room. So apparently my subconsciousness had already incorporated her into the story without giving off the feeling that she would actually make an appearance.

The one thing you – and I, back when I wrote it – might be concerned about is: Will it distract from the relationship between Vincent and Jenny, which is pretty much the main plotline? It turns out it doesn’t. The ghost does not become a parallel plotline to the one with the relationship of Jenny and Vincent. And that makes me happy because it means, unlike the other story, this time the ghost actually fits the story and the characters.

Charissa will reappear in some of the next chapters, but this chapter is dedicated to Vincent getting closure on the turmoil of his feelings and the mindreading. That means he has to deal with the issue of having a relationship with Jenny among other things. It was fun to write, which is reflected by the humor – and I hope that produced at least a slight smile out of you! Attempts at humor which are not fun always make me cringe, so I hope that I managed to succeed in making you smile. Please let me know if it worked.

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Chapter 4.1 – Assuring Jenny

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When he went downstairs to the kitchen, he saw Nicole coming home after her workout. She always did a bit of jogging every morning and when she came in, Vincent had just finished pouring orange juice into his glass.

“Want some?” he asked her while showing her the filled glass.

“Yeah … sure.”

She usually wasn’t out of breath as she did it to keep in shape and wasn’t trying to better herself. But today she had trouble breathing as if she had pushed herself to a limit she hadn’t approached in a while. She was standing in the kitchen with her hands on her knees, her head hung downwards and her hair blocked every view of her face.

Vincent saw a few drops of sweat falling down on the floor while he was pouring her a glass of orange juice.

“Pushed yourself a bit more than usual, haven’t you?”

She didn’t answer and the glass he had held in front of her eventually got heavy enough to make him set it on the table.

“Your juice’s on the table, okay?”

“Mm. Thanks.”

He was getting ready for college and had already dressed up to go out, which was a little bit awkward with Charissa still in his bedroom, while Nicole was still breathing hard in her sweatpants she went out with. So when the doorbell rang, he put down his nearly-empty glass and headed for the front door.

“Hey there!”

A tall, blonde girl was standing in his doorway. She actually was slightly taller than him as well, although not much more than a few centimeters, but for a girl she was considered quite tall. The girl was named Jenny and she and Vincent knew each other for a while now.

Ever since they kind of hung out with each other and because they lived in the same direction, they often went home together. Lately Jenny also had been picking him up at home since she had a car and a license and despite him having a license, he didn’t own a car. So it made things easier for him when she came to pick him up and drop him off if they both had class to attend.

“Hey Jen,” he said. “I’m almost done, just a sec, okay?”

“Sure.”

She looked past him to see Nicole, who had entered the living room from the kitchen and was looking through the opened door to see the visitor. Jenny put up a hand in a waving gesture and Nicole nodded as a recognition. Jenny thought she acted a little cold today.

“See ya!” he said before he stepped out of the house and shut the door behind him. He didn’t even look back.

Jenny stepped istanbul escort aside and holding her bag with both arms, she led him to the car in front of them while chatting with him. She always felt like he was kind of making her comfortable and even now she felt like she was walking with a childhood friend she had known for years. Technically theywere kind of childhood friends, although that usually meant knowing each other longer than they did. They only knew each other for roughly five years.

But because she felt like that, she also noticed how he seemed a bit off this morning. He looked a bit distracted, as if his thoughts weren’t there with her. So when she started the car and crossed the first street, she asked him.

“So, what’s bothering you?”

He seemed a little startled, she noticed from the corner of her eye.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you seem a little off today,” she explained. “Like there’s something bothering you. Trouble with your sister?”

He kept quiet for a few seconds before he replied: “Mm, sort of. But I can’t really pinpoint what it is. But how did you notice?”

She snickered. “You kind of give off a vibe saying that you’re worried about something. And you seem to forget that you’re an open book for me, after all the time we spend together.”

“Ha!” he exclaimed. “You’re such a loving girlfriend.”

“Oh?” she teased him. “So all of a sudden you considered me your girlfriend? Where did that come from?”

But while she said that, she felt her heart skip a beat. In the past weeks she had been thinking about him more often than one would expect from friends. And she had come to realize that she might have more of a personal interest in him than just being friends. A relationship as a girlfriend-boyfriend really seemed worth trying for, but she didn’t know how he felt about her being more than just friends. So when he suddenly spoke the word, she felt flustered. And she really hoped he didn’t notice the blush on her cheek. If she had mustered up the courage to look at him, she would’ve realized that he was blushing as well – albeit not as much as she did.

“Well, you’re always around me,” he said while looking straight forward. “Would it be so incomprehensible to consider us a couple? Most friends don’t spend so much time together unless they’re dating.”

Oh my God, he really thinks we have a chance on dating. How do they call this kind of stuff? Casual Romance?

But when she looked sideways, he had a smirk on his face and her joyful smile faltered.

“Gotcha.”

“Oh, you son-of-a-bitch,” she threw at him and released her right hand to jab at him.

Now that wasreally uncalled for, you asshole.

She steered away and nearly hit a car.

“Whoa! Whoa! Careful, Jenny!”

“That’s what you get for teasing your lover,” she said while sticking out her tongue at him. “Now you can read my mind, but I really thought you were making the decision to make me your girlfriend.”

“Yeah … I’m sorry,” he apologized and sighed. “But really, I can’t just simply stop teasing you. We’ve gone a long way of casual teasing to suddenly let it drop. But I agree, I could’ve teased you with some less touchy subject.”

For crying out loud, she thought.Don’t make it so much more than it is. If you really think you should avoid the touchy subject, you shouldn’t be here with the touchy subject.

He laughed out loud. “You’re callingyourself the ‘touchy subject’? Seriously, that’s just too funny.”

She pouted, reached for his right hand and put it on her right breast. Then she looked at him and smirked.

“See? Touchy subject.”

“You’re too much for me, girl,” he laughed, but couldn’t resist in feeling her breast up for a little bit. “Still, nice perky breast, though.”

“If you make me your girlfriend you can see them without all the wrapping.” Her eyes gleamed and she winked when she said those words. She put her right arm also on the clutch – his clutch, not the car’s – and gave it a soft stroke. “Or you can use it as wrapping yourself.”

This time he didn’t have a good response ready.

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Chapter 4.2 – The girlfriend

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After school they went back together and this time they went to Jenny’s place. He hadn’t been there too often because Jenny usually came to pickhim up at his place. And since she was also friends with Nicole, it made sense for her to drop by there instead of the other way around.

This time he had a purpose for going this way. She had declared that she liked him as more than a friend and he had replied that he had needed time. That was already a little while ago and things continued like they did before; he was happy it hadn’t become an awkward relationship, but that was more Jenny’s virtue than his. She always seemed to steer a conversation the proper way, no matter how awkward it had turned.

They had been dancing around the initial istanbul escort bayan question though, every now and then taking a jab at the other, joking and baiting each other, but the question still remained unanswered. And they both felt that it needed an answer before their friendship would take a dent.

So when they entered the house and closed the door behind them, the first thing he did was take her into his arms and kiss passionately. Jenny was too surprised to kiss back, but when she regained her composure, she still didn’t kiss him back. Instead, she pushed him away.

“W-what is wrong?” he asked, wondering why she would push him away.

She frowned. “What is wrong with you, you mean? Coming all of a sudden to kiss me. What brought that up?”

“I-I thought that you wanted to.”

“I want to win the lottery as well. Didn’t happen last Tuesday either.”

“Okay. Now I’m confused. I thought you wanted me to be your boyfriend.”

She sighed. “Yes, I do. I wantyou to bemy boyfriend. I don’t wantyou to attend to myneeds just because you think I want something. If you want to please me, you better make up your mind. I don’t need you to be a boyfriend out of pity or compassion.”

She had crossed her arms and stood resolutely in front of the door outside. It occurred to Vincent that she always knew what she wanted, a headstrong girl who did everything the way she wanted to, no matter how much trouble she was causing herself – or others. Stopping halfway never came up in her mind, everything she did she did with a conviction.

“I don’tpity you, Jenny. Ido believe that I want to be your boyfriend,” he declared.

“I don’t want you to make me your girlfriend just because it would be less awkward. Or because you feel it will demolish our friendship. Because it won’t. Trust me on that. But if you go into a relationship half-assed, Iwill kick your ass for fucking with my feelings. Trust me on that too.”

His mouth twitched. But he couldn’t keep a smile from appearing. And when that appeared, he broke out in laughter.

“I believe you, I believe you,” he repeated himself. “And trustme when I say I already thought all these things over. I don’t want to date youjust ’cause. And I’m not generous enough to give my life to someone Idon’t want to spend my life with. If I’m dating you, I want to be sure about my feelings. Especially since you already madeabundantly clear howyou think about it.

It’s just … with all the stuff happening and our mindlink where I receive all kinds of thoughts from you, I had trouble making up my mind. I wanted to know whether the romantic feelings I have weremine, and not just feelings you had pushed to me through our mindlink.

At some points in the past weeks I didn’t even know who I was anymore. I had to rediscover myself, find out what was my idea and which were yours. Since I’ve managed to somewhat control the continuous info through our mindlink, I have been more able to think about whatI want, and not whatyou want. And I want you to be my girlfriend.”

She looked at him appeasingly and nodded. She let her arms drop and the frown got replaced by a smile.

“See? That wasn’t that hard after all. Much more romantic tome than somehow out of the blue forcing a kiss on me when I was still completely unsure about our future.” She stepped forward and kissed him on the mouth. “And I don’t think we need to rush. If anything, we have started out as friends. And for friends to blossom into a blooming relationship, we need time to accept that. Even I need a little time to accept that you now accept your feelings, making this a mutual love. So, we needn’t rush.”

And let’s see how much I can keep myself from tearing your clothes off right here. Right now, she said to herself.

“You’re such a humanitarian,” Vincent said. “Lecturing me when all you want to do is rape me on the spot.”

“You dirty little spycam,” she accused him, crossing her hands in front of her as to protect her heart from his gaze. “Satisfying your dirty little sexual urges by peeking in on my little secrets?”

He grinned boldly and stepped forward. “Regardless of who wants it more, I think we can agree on one thing.”

And this time when he kissed her, she kissed him back. Not long – because once she felt it was a heartfelt kiss, she cut off and dragged him by the hand to her bedroom, the room straight across the door outside, only separated by the couch in the living room.

Her apartment wasn’t huge; it merely had space for two couches, a table and a tv in the living room, a kitchen, bathroom and a single bedroom just large enough for a kingsize bed, two closets and a couple of nighttables. She hadn’t needed much more space and she could honestly only pay for this kind of setup with the part-time job she had. Besides – she wasn’t much home at all. She did her studying at college, usually with Vincent or Nicole, hung out at Daniel’s or Vincent’s or escort istanbul was partying out downtown. Technically, a bedroom was sufficient enough for her.

And right now, that was about the only thing shewanted to be here in the room where she had just gotten Vincent to tell her he wanted to start dating.

She hadn’t even reached the bed before Vincent stopped – and it flung her backwards, right into his arms. He picked her up – she hadn’t realized he could even do that – and carried her towards the bed, dropping her on it as soon as she had enough space not to fall off. She bounced on the bed from the force only once before he was on top of her, burying his face in her neck and starting to kiss her sensitive spots.

She shivered from the feeling, a feeling she hadn’t felt in awhile, and put herself into action as well; his shirt went up and got stuck on his chin, forcing him to raise his back to allow the shirt to be pulled over his head. Meanwhile she had her hands on his chest, caressing his muscles, muscles she knew weren’t developed that long ago. She had loved him before he developed his body, but because of that it had gotten harder and harder to hide those feelings.

And talking about harder, I’m seeing something that undergoes the same change.

Her hands moved down fast and while Vincent was still getting his head through the opening of his shirt, she was already unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. It didn’t matter if he still had the pantson, she just wanted to relieve his member from the constricting space it was confined to.

He was looking at her from above, taking notice of how her tongue had crawled out of her mouth to settle in a corner when she was busy getting him out of his pants. And he slightly wondered how he had never before realized how much he liked all these little details of this girl before realizing that he loved her. And when she had freed his still growing phallus and wriggled out of underneath him in order to clasp that sweet mouth over his growing lust, he also realized that he wanted her bad. And that he couldn’t understand how he had kept himself at bay all these years.

The feeling of being engulved by a wet hot mouth is nearly indescribable and at this moment he didn’t even try; he merely threw his head in his neck and moaned. A deep, intense moan which released his last few doubts of whether he was doing the right thing.

Bobbing up and down on his dick, he could see the blonde hair of the girl which he had always thought of to be his best friend. A relationship which was now brought to a different level and not the kind one called ‘friends with benefits’, but a relationship built on trust, friendship and now – love. And with every newly budding love came passion.

He grabbed her head and let his hands ride along, letting them be guided by the head of this wonderful girl tasting his cock. He didn’t force her rhythm, he merely wanted to touch her while she was touching him. That – and at some point he stopped her. Still with his member in her mouth, she looked up, questionally and that mere sight was almost enough to send him over the edge.

“Almost cumming,” he brought out, out of breath from the sheer pleasure he was feeling. “Didn’t want you to let me cum inside your mouth, but damn, you’re so incredibly sexy that it’s hard not to.”

“Bamn wight I am,” she replied, her words slurred due to the dick still in her mouth and she actually managed a smirk while looking up with that said dick still there before she resumed her action. Only this time she kept looking up, looking at his face while letting his cock penetrate her throat even further, letting him hit the deeper parts of her and speeding up.

He was still holding her head and he had real trouble not to dictate her movements. He did, however, grasp her head more steadily, enforcing a little bit more pressure and subconsciously started bucking his hips. He saw her smile, and he knew that she was doing this becauseshe wanted it and not because heliked it. And that single smile brought him to his climax.

Waves of cum blew into her throat and he felt her execute pressure on his dick – only later realizing that she was swallowing everything he threw into her. She let it go and raised herself. He felt her hands around his head and she started kissing him. He tasted himself – salty – and before he could wonder whether he should be disgusted or not, he was kissing her back. Because, what was more sexy than his girlfriend kissing him?

The kiss didn’t take too long before he pushed her back, softly. When she was on her back, he did what she had done to him before: getting herout of her pants. His’ still clung around his knees and he was removing them clumsily at the same time as he was pulling at her pants to get her legs out. The panties were still in place, but Jenny moved her hands and lowered them down herself, so he could step out of his own jeans.

He almostdove into her, tasting her nectar by letting his tongue move from the bottom to the top, crossing her pussy entirely and only stopping when he found her most sensitive spot. He encircled it, touched it and then started sucking on it – softly, while his hands were making way to other sensitive spots.

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Our first encounter was a virtual one through an online game. My name is Noah and I was a host of a strong alliance in the online game and she, Jane was a new member to the alliance.

Jane had come over from a dying alliance and I was one of the best players in the game. Jane knew she could learn from him and become a stronger player.

We chatted a lot about the game, I gave her more responsibility and they became closer.

Jane opened up and expressed her feelings, she lived in Tasmania and her husband worked away from home, only being home at weekends, so she was lonely and spent a lot of time online playing this game. I listened and opened up some of my life; I lived in the UK and worked on private military contract, usually abroad in the Middle East. I was also away from home for extended periods, though was never bored with work.

I started to charm Jane. I typed, “Sit on my knee”.

A message appeared on my screen Jane, “OK I’m sitting on your knee”.

I realised that perhaps I could be Jane’s’ master, she had a strong side but was open to being submissive to the right person.

One day whilst I had virtually pulled Jane onto my knee Jane described istanbul escort herself to me. She was about five foot five a little overweight but with very large breasts. I smiled to myself, my favourite type of lady.

I decided to push things on a bit, I told Jane that I had big hands and I was putting my hands on her breasts and fondling them. Jane didn’t reply for a few minutes, I waited.

A message appeared on my screen, “I’m a little shocked but I liked it” (with an embarrassed emoticon).

I smiled, that was good and described how I was lifting her top and rubbing her breasts through her bra.

Jane described her bra as being black and silky and how her nipples were getting harder.

I smiled and decided to push it a little more, “Is your pussy getting wet?” I typed. Once again there was no reply for a few minutes.

Then a message appeared on the screen, beside it an embarrassed emoticon, “Yes, a little” was the reply.

I smiled and typed, “I have to go, I’m needed”, even though I was on a rest period. I waited.

“Bugger, you’re needed here as well” was the reply on the screen.

I typed, “Catch you later” (with an evil istanbul escort bayan grin emoticon). I signed off and smiled.

The following day I signed on the game and straight away a message from Jane popped onto the screen.

“I’m jumping onto your knee, please play with my breasts.”

I replied, “I’m taking your tits out of your bra and squeezing your nipples, they are very hard.”

“Yes, they are.” Jane replied.

I started to type, “Is your cunt getting wet”.

There was a longer pause than usual on the screen then a message appeared, “Please don’t use that word, anything but that”.

I thought for a while and typed, “So your pussy is wet”.

“Yes” was the immediate reply.

I was a little angry and decided to push things a little faster than he intended.

“I want you to get off my lap and kneel in front of me and undo my trousers take out my cock and make it hard with your mouth” I typed.

I waited for the reply.

“I have been bad so I need to be punished, I’m licking your cock all the way down the shaft, it’s getting so hard, and I’m sucking on your balls. Please fuck my mouth for being a bad girl.”

I escort istanbul smiled and replied quickly, “I’m holding your hair and fucking your face, you are very bad, I’m going to make you gag on my hard cock.” I waited.

“Please fuck my face harder, please” Jane replied.

This exchange carried on for a while until I typed,” I’m going to come all over your slutty face.”

“I’m going to come over my fingers as I imagine your cum all over my face.” appeared on my screen.

I imagined Jane playing with her clit as she came over her fingers, stroking my cock as I came over her lips and mouth.

After our erotic chat we played the game for a while before signing off.

Our online exchanges continued every day Jane told me more about herself where she lived and her daily routines, our role-play getting more imaginative and steamier.

One day I typed, “I’m bending you over, lifting your dress, pulling your panties to one side and rubbing my cock head on your little asshole.”

There was no reply for a while, then “Don’t do that.”

I started to get angry I typed, “So I can’t say cunt and I can’t fuck your virtual asshole”.

There was no reply.

After that Jane virtually ignored me and if she did communicate it was short and to the point.

I got mad and knowing that I was going to be in Jane’s part of the world in the near future I would plan a surprise for her, but that is another story… to be continued.

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When the kiss finally breaks, he raises himself up to look down at me, his eyes boring into mine. Then he glances lower, at my heaving chest, my breasts soft and loose the water falling straight on mu skin. His hand slides down my side, over my waist and hip, then underneath and up again, dragging the bikini bottom with it, exposing my waxed genitals.

Chris takes one of my tits in his hand and massages it gently while raining kisses down my neck, then he shuffles down so he can take my erect nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it hard and I moan, taking his head in my hands.

“Mhm…”

As he continues to stimulate my tits with his mouth, his hands find their way down my body again. One hand holds my ass tightly, while the other explores my sweetly trimmed mound. His fingers slide delicately into the wet, warm folds of my pussy. Reaching in further, Chris inserts his middle finger into my body.

My breathing is so heavy from the excitement and my groans become louder and louder. To feel his hands on me, inside me; to feel his mouth on me- it’s all too much. I push down his swimwear, attempting to undress him and reach desperately for his stiff cock. I can see he’s become enlarged and I’m dying to feel the heat of his hard dick. I want to feel him inside me.

He feeds on my breasts, his sucking and nibbling sending little electric shocks through me.

But the model moves his hips back, so I can’t reach him. “I’m going to go down on you, and I won’t even let you think about returning the favor,” he tells me, his rough voice vibrating against my skin. I’m already dripping wet and the way he’s rubbing my clit is bringing me so close to the edge.

Then he goes lower. He’s kneeling between my legs, his face level with my hips, has me raise my leg and place it over his shoulder. As soon as I feel his warm breath near my pussy, I begin to shiver, already aware of how this’ll go down. He’s made a habit out of wearing me out before we even really start, making me all hot and bothered with his kisses and warm touches all over my skin, and then redirecting that energy towards my stimulated genitals.

Of course, Chris doesn’t dive right in. While gently gliding his hands over my thighs and tummy, he kisses inside my knees and up toward my center. His mouth gets teasingly close to my pussy, and then switches to my other leg; it’s almost frustrating- almost. More like tantalizing, erotically sexy. I can see him examining my pussy, as my legs are open enough to give him the perfect view, and he even puts pressure outward on my knees to keep me that way.

His fingers and lips and tongue make me squirm and giggle as they tickle from time to time. After kissing my abdomen and making his way down, the moment finally arrives: he plants a wet kiss right on my labia, holding it there firmly for a few seconds. Then another kiss like it, then another.

I moan deeply, he lingers there for a while, first with just his lips, but soon enough with open mouth and tongue, like he’s French-kissing me down there.

I’m almost shocked when he backs off slightly, caresses my thighs, and uses his thumbs to open my labia to expose the inside. my hips and legs twitch and tense up as he looks into my eyes and smiles. His tongue works inside deeply, probing my vaginal opening while he holds my lips apart. He either knows what he’s doing or he’s lucky, or naturally talented or something, because he is steadily increasing the pleasure to all my parts from fourchette to clitoris. Arms above my head, eyes closed, I purr, “Ohh, Chris. I want you so bad.”

He could probably give me an orgasm if he stays down there long enough. He doesn’t miss the invitation. Chris lowers his head between my legs and buries his face in my pussy, his tongue lashing the length of my slit. He sucks my pussy lips into his mouth, loudly slobbering. He makes his tongue hard and fucks my hole with it. And he seals around my clit with his lips before sucking hard, pulling my sensitive bud into his mouth. And as he does all this, my moaning and sighing becomes more and more desperate, and my pussy gets wetter, and I find that I can only think of one thing… And that’s his dick.

I fling my head back and look at the white ceiling, before reaching down and run my fingers through his dark hair, massaging his head as he continues to work my pussy with his skillful tongue. There’s no better way to celebrate the sudden news with Chris than this, before the real party even begins.

He first likes to be gentle, to kiss me as unbearably slow as he can, to caress me down there, glancing at me with his magnetizing green eyes from time to time; almost as if to have me longing for more. It works great for him, too, because even in the midst of my arousal, I can’t lose focus of this man. And, a few moments in, he likes to start using his tongue, first licking skin and then sucking and nibbling, alternating these actions with his loving kisses every now and then. I’m usually panting and grunting at this point, trying to hold in any moans.

This istanbul escort bothers him, I think, because he never stops there. He can sometimes squeeze my ass, making my let out a surprised scream, and sometimes he chooses to use his fingers for help. I don’t exactly know what he does, but I do know that it feels amazing, and that I often find myself shaking, eyes shut to hold back the tears. I do feel my back curving on its own, my head falling back, and my hands searching for anything to dig my nails in to hold on to the pleasure.

I guess this part will reveal itself to be challenging for me, when we’re currently about to have sex in the shower.

We’ve never done it in the shower together, and I have to say that the cold walls and the freezing water, in contrast with the warmth of our bodies and the pulsating heat growing inside me is driving me completely insane. I’m already so turned on by this whole experience, and I don’t know how much of his talented tongue I can take before it’s too late. Chris touches my fleshy lips and spreads them apart, grinning in pride. He begins to lap at my clit, long slow licks that drive me wild. “Oh- oh, fuck,” I mutter in ecstasy.

He slips a finger into my hole and begins massaging and stimulating me further as he continues to lick, suck, and nibble on my clit, amused by my screams of pleasure. He licks me all over and slides his tongue as deep as he can into my pussy.

He keeps licking and rubbing and licking and rubbing and my whole body starts to tense with pre-orgasmic excitement. My moans turn to words as I repeat his name over and over, “Oh, Chris…”

I can’t even believe how absolutely amazing this is feeling. I close my eyes for a few moments to concentrate on the most incredible feelings he’s invoking in my loins, the incredible feeling that he’s invoking throughout my entire body. The height of pleasure comes, and my pussy begins to throb and pulse with orgasm and my entire body reacts as well, “Ohhhh! Fuck, Chris!”

He raises his face from my crotch, all shiny with spit and my juices, and straightens up on his knees between my spread thighs. He looks so pleased with the intensity of the orgasm he’s just given me, quickly standing up, undressing with one hand and still holding onto my leg with his other one, “Did I ever tell you that you’re the loudest girl I’ve been with?” He says, his voice hoarse from all of the action he just did on me, as his lustful and proud eyes look straight into my own. I hope that’s a good thing.

Already feeling the heat of the orgasm on my face, I smile at him, feeling a little ashamed by his remark, “Is that bad?” I breathlessly respond, my eyes falling on his naked member. Thick, hard, veiny and angry, it’s jutting out from him, a potent spear of manhood pointing at me.

Grinning even wider at me, he pushes me against the wall then Chris reaches out and touches my face gently, his hand moves around to the back of my head and he pulls me into a kiss.

His breath is sweet, his lips soft. At first the kiss is tentative, exploratory. When I respond by slipping my tongue into his mouth, it ignites something within him. Now the kiss is hungry and desperate, roughly searching for pleasure, Chris crushing my naked body with his as I feel his raging erection between my thighs. “It’s so fucking sexy, Vicki. I love hearing you moan because of me.”

I feel his knob brush against the base of my buttocks, then slide up until it nestles in my slit, pressing against my hole. “Well, I love it when you fuck me against the wall,” I confess to him, having the man casually crash his lips back on mine, kissing me like there’s no tomorrow. His kiss has me desperate with need, so I reach around and grab his ass, then pull his thick cock into me in time with his first, hard thrust.

His cock fills my cunt, suddenly and deeply, and we both groan. “I’m not wearing a condom, Victoria,” he warns me, a concerned look in his eyes. We’ve had sex once without a condom, because it broke during our intercourse and I was too close to climax that I didn’t want to stop. This time, however, I want him to come off inside me. I know he’ll enjoy it a lot more, and I want that for him. Grinning at the brunette, I give his ass a little squeeze and kiss him back almost immediately, giving him the memo.

With a smirk on his lips, Chris starts to pump inside me, kissing me like a hungry animal as we fuck. He soon finds a rhythm, pumping his shaft into me, his ass humping between my legs as I grab at his buttocks with both hands, squeezing his firm muscles, feeling them work as he fucks me. I find myself digging my nails into his skin, scratching his sexy ass.

We smile at each other through the kiss as he pauses halfway in for a few seconds. After withdrawing almost all the way out, his dick pushes back in halfway again, then again, then again. With a few more stokes, he’s deeper, and with a few more, he’s almost all the way in. Then he withdraws his dick all the way out and holds istanbul escort bayan it horizontal as he inserts it again. I watch as he probes a few times, loving the sight and the sensation of my pussy and labia closing up as he pulls his dick out, then filling back up again as his he pushes it back into me halfway or more, but teasingly not all the way.

Suddenly, I let out an loud squeal as Chris collapses all the way into me all at once, bending toward me, completely filling my pussy with his dick as far up as it can go, till his pelvis crushes against mine. Another deep thrust makes me blurt out, “Ooohhh, fuck!” No longer probing sensually, he is now giving me a proper fucking, deeply and passionately, exaggerated thrusts pushing my hips back against the cold wall. I watch as he pulls out most of the way to show me some shaft, then plunges back in, doing this a few times.

He holds one of my thighs with one hand to keep my legs spread wide, and one on my ass. With my breasts pressed closely against his bare chest, I put my lips back on his to avoid being noisy, knowing he likes it and it’ll piss him off. One of my hands glides up to his neck, and the other down to where the action is, fingering my clitoris to give it the kind of stimulation my pussy is receiving.

After fucking like this for a minute, Chris slows down and then pulls out. Both of us are breathing deeply, and smile at each other while he leans against me for another round of passionate kisses.

Still, I’m trapped beside him, a prisoner to his primal, masculine desire. He penetrates me forcefully, purposefully- he means to take me completely for himself. And I quiver as his cock systematically and methodically claims my cunt in his name.

“Chris, Chris…” I gasp, overwhelmed as his prick makes all my dreams come true. I just came right before he started fucking me, yet it doesn’t take long before I’m wracked by another orgasm. I clutch him tight to me, my nails digging into his back and his ass as my quivering pussy contracts around his shaft.

He strokes my face and hair, giving me a chance to recover by slowing his thrusts, watching me moan and breathe intermittedly. “You’re so sexy, Victoria,” he tells me, and his hoarse voice does nothing but help me to my climax. As I let out a loud noise, a mix between a moan and a prolongated scream, I feel Chris shower my neck with kisses as he wraps me tightly in his arms, having me collapse in a few seconds.

Gasping for air with my head on his shoulder, slowly coming back from that feeling of pure bliss, I hear Chris grunt, “Fuck,” before he shudders in my arms, alerting that he’s on the verge of ejaculating inside me. I grin to myself, stepping on my toes to push my hips against his, immediately feeling his tense member let loose inside my vagina.

The two of us pant loudly, as I notice him slowly stop moving, remaining inside me while tightly wrapping his arms around my waist as I rest on his chest, his hot and heavy breath on my neck. I’m not one for relationships, and sure, I’ve had a lot of flings here and there- but what I feel with this boy is completely out of my hands: more than great sex, feelings I can’t find the words to explain… I try catching my breath, my sweaty skin glued to his, as I feel him put his soft lips against my cheek, making me grin.

“I’ve never been fucked like that before.”

“Victoria Alves,” my man calls me out, urging me to pull away and look in his deep green eyes, full of joy and pride, “You are a force to be reckoned with- but I’m not done with you yet.”

–

“Turn over,” he commands.

I twist around him to stand in front of him, pressing my hands on the counter as I look up, seeing our naked reflections in the mirror. Chris focuses his green eyes on his cock, nestled in my ass crack. He straightens up and starts flexing his hips, causing his shaft to slide back and forth between my buttocks, lubricated by my juices. His ballsack tickles my thighs.

“Please, fuck me,” I beg him, desperate to feel him inside me again.

Chris clutches my buttocks in his strong hands and squeezes them, spreading my butt apart and exposing my pussy. I feel him shift, feel his prick sliding down my ass crack, then feel his knob against my lips as he angles himself for re-entry.

With a forceful thrust he buries himself deep in my pussy from behind and I moan, throwing my head back against his chest, “Oh, yes.” Chris automatically wraps his muscular arms around my waist, his pubic bone slapping against my bottom as he bangs me from behind.

“Harder… Do it harder,” I order him, biting my lower lip to prevent myself from moaning. It’s like I want him to dedicate every last drop of his energy towards fucking me. Chris doesn’t waste a second as plunges roughly into me, our bodies interacting making a clapping sound. He then raises his hands towards my bouncing breasts, cupping them for support.

“Victoria, you’re so fucking hot,” he grunts, slamming himself into me faster and more escort istanbul forcefully. I cannot express what I’m feeling when I’m having sex with Chris- I’ve pushed him away so many times, for so long, and when I’ve finally given in, I’m losing my mind. He has this way of doing things that drives me completely insane, and yet he’s also passionate and listens to me.

I asked if he could fuck me in front of the mirror because I wanted to watch us, knowing it’ll add a little heat to our encounter- and here we are, doing it. He didn’t even waste a second thinking it through.

I reach a hand down underneath me and start rubbing my clit, humping my ass back against him. I’ve only just come – twice, by the way – but this is Christopher Moretti who’s fucking me like a man possessed, and it’s better than I ever dreamed. He’s so fucking good and so experienced, that every single thing he does brings me another step closer to my climax. I push my ass back and dig my long red nails into the cold, slab of white rock on the counter.

After the shower, the two of us simply made out for a while to catch our breaths, we talked about random things and it ended up with my idea. Chris seemed to have regained his energy because he quickly became hard as a rock the second I put his dick in my mouth.

Throughout our intercourse, my eyes fall back on the mirror and meet Chris’ passionate and determined ones, as we both smile at each other in understanding- fuck, we look so hot having sex. I find myself turning my head in his direction to attempt kissing him, having him slow down the pumping to find my lips. He kisses me softly, his touch full of love and need, nothing like a one-night fling would be like- nothing like I pictured him to be like during sex.

He slowly yet affirmatively picks up the pace, having me hold his face with my hand as I let out a series of moans throughout our kiss. He’s hitting me so deep, definitely reaching my cervix- I’ll admit, the first times we slept together, I was bothered – not in pain, just uncomfortable – by his size, but I quickly grew to love his penis. Now, I’m almost aching for it- even when he’s still inside me.

I’m too focused on the kiss to realize that he’s let go of one of my breasts and directed that hand towards my clitoris, rubbing me and giving it just as much as attention as the rest of my body. The sudden shot of arousal provokes a deep moan to escape my lips, breaking up the kiss, before I feel him give it his all.

Thrusting roughly from behind and fingering with determination from the front. I’m taken over by another level of pleasure as I curve my back, my eyes rolling back as I feel his hairy face against my shoulder, kissing my needy skin. “Oh- oh! Uh, mhm, yes… Oh!” I scream out, involuntarily tightening and loosening my grip on his member, as I stand on the tip of my toes, unable to take in all the pleasure at one, almost wanting to escape.

Chris, however, doesn’t let me go and makes sure I remain in position to feel everything, so he uses the hand that was on my breast and wraps the arm over my neck to pin me down against him as he keeps fucking me from both sides. “Open your eyes, baby,” he asks me, his lips touching my earlobe. “Open your eyes and watch us- you don’t wanna miss this.”

As his words register in the midst of the heat and arousal he’s offering me, I find myself gasping and moaning and shaking in his arms, but I look down at our reflections anyway. Chris has an arm around my neck, almost strangling me, with the other roughly fingering my clit, all while banging me from behind. His wet hair is falling on his forehead, accentuating the serious look on his handsome face, his green eyes searching for mine. I look absolutely worn out, with a used look on my face and a quivering body. Our naked tanned bodies are sweating like hell, and you can almost smell, almost feel the passion by watching us do this.

I’m just gonna say it- it looks like a scene coming straight from a porn video.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I moan, incapable of controlling my feelings. I feel Chris shudder from behind me, unable to pleasure me correctly as he loses control of his hand and holds onto my waist for support before grunting like an angry animal. He’s coming, and I don’t blame him- this is one hell of a sight, and one hell of an activity.

His climax gives me a few seconds to breathe out and catch my breath, with him still inside me, as I watch his face transform. He furrows his brows in frustration, shutting his dark eyes as he tries to hide his face in my neck, almost growling with trembling lips when he ejaculates inside me.

He then quickly finds his focus and puts his working hand back in place, pumping steadily inside me again. I don’t know where he finds that stamina and that strength, but I can’t complain. And the sight of all that, mixed with my raising internal temperature and Chris’ sexy groans in my ear, makes me suddenly let out an accidental scream, my tense body shaking in shock as I see all white, collapsing in his chest. Chris does just the same thing, without a care that I can’t take it anymore and drives me to my orgasm anyway. I’ve just came twice thanks to him, and so soon I’m coming again, and this time completely turned to mush, panting and crying, tears streaming down my face. “Yes…”

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