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Liza lay sleeping. Her long red hair fanned across the pillow. Her body barely covered by the sheet. Even covered by the sheet Leon could see the swell of her large breasts. She smiled a little in her sleep and he wondered if she was thinking of the heated passion they shared the night before.

Leon didn’t want to wake her, but he was hard just from thinking about the passionate sex from the night before. He thought about kissing and how it was just not enough. They removed each others clothes, very quickly. He wanted to see her naked body. He wanted to feel her full breasts, to suck them. She wanted him just as much. She put her hand around his rock hard cock and he thought he would explode. She surprised him then by kneeling down in front of him.

Liza ran her tongue over her lips slightly and looked up at him. He moaned in anticipation. She lightly flicked her tongue over the head of his cock and he closed his eyes and ran his hands through her hair. Leon wanted to push his dick hard into her mouth but he let her lead. She opened her mouth and took the head into her mouth, her tongue moving seductively over the tip as she took him further into her mouth. He continued touching her hair, stroking her face and her shoulders as she continued to administer sweet torture. She took more of him. Slowly sliding her mouth down over his cock, caressing his balls and his legs and his backside as she sucked him, faster and faster, she sucked on his hard dick.

He knew he was close to cumming, but he didn’t want to…yet. He pulled her up and laid her back onto the bed. He lightly kissed her lips and slowly moved to her neck. Then he kissed her breasts, very slowly moving towards the nipple and finally taking her nipple into escort topkapı his mouth. He gently nibbled on her nipple and then switched to her other tit. She moaned as his teeth grazed her nipples and he grinned just a little because now he was doing sweet torture to her.

She twisted slightly as though trying to draw their bodies closer, but not quite yet. He moves lower and lightly licks her navel, and then lower…kissing and licking her inner thighs. Then he very slowly flicks his tongue over her clit. He takes great pleasure in the sharp intake of her breath. She slid just slightly back but he knows that she is enjoying him lapping and licking and sucking at her wet cunt. She spreads her legs just slightly allowing him better access to her sweetness. He slides his tongue further into her very hot wetness, and then faster as he tongue fucks her cunt. She moaned as he took her clit and sucked it into his mouth slightly. She twisted with the pleasure of being so close to her climax, but he stopped. He wanted to share that pleasure together. He rose above her and let the head of his now throbbing cock touch her wetness.

She looked right into his eyes. He wanted her to be sure. He could see in her eyes that she wanted him to fuck her as much he wanted to fuck her. He slid fully into her and enjoyed her very hot wet pussy swallowing the length of his cock. She brought her hips up slightly in welcome to his thrust. He drew out a little then rocked back in, but he was now in urgent need. He fucked her faster, and harder, slamming his rock hard dick into her pussy. She slid her nails up his back. He knew she was about to cum for him as her nails went just slightly deeper into his skin. escort güngören She arched her back and her eyes rolled back as she exploded. Leon thrust his hard cock once more into her wet pussy and exploded his hot cum into her already dripping wet cunt.

He lay exhausted on her and she smiled at him. He started to move his weight off her, but she held him close to her. That was only the first round of their very passionate night. Looking at her now while she slept and his cock getting harder…he was surprised that he had anything left in him, but he did. He wanted her again.

While he had drifted off in his thoughts she had rolled over. The bare skin of her ass was now exposed and the way one of her legs laid slightly off the edge gave him full view of her pussy. He wondered if he should wake her, cover her up, or just let her sleep as she was. Leon’s desire got the best of him and he slid his hand down her back ever so gently, down over her full rounded backside and finally to his surprise, her very wet pussy. He slid his index finger into her wetness and pulled it back out. She squirmed just a bit. He slid two fingers into her and took pleasure in stroking her velvety wetness. He thrust his fingers into her pussy a little faster and inserted a third finger. She was enjoying this. She was making sexy erotic noises in her sleep.

He withdrew his fingers from her pussy and she whimpered like something was wrong. Leon licked her pussy juice off his fingers and couldn’t wait any more. He moved over her and slid his cock into her pussy from behind. He didn’t go slowly this time…he moved like a man possessed. He pushed into her hard. The sudden invasion into her most intimate escort güneşli area jolted her awake. He couldn’t stop now even if he tried. Luckily she realized what was happening and liked it…a lot. She raided her buttocks up so that he could plunge into her deeper and harder. He wanted fast and hard this time. There were no kisses, no caresses, no tenderness…just raw SEX. There were no words, just grunts of animal passion as he slammed his cock harder and harder into her swollen wet pussy. It wasn’t enough though. As he slammed his dick in her pussy he eyed her as sticking up and wanted a piece of that ass.

They hadn’t talked about anal sex and he didn’t know if she would be for or against being fucked up the ass. He pulled his cock out of her wet pussy, and with no more than the wetness from her pussy juice, he placed the head of his dick near her ass hole. She whimpered in protest, but he didn’t stop. Leon pushed the head of his cock into her tight ass and Liza begged him not to because she never had before. He pushed the rest of his cock into her tight ass and once he felt the flexing of her muscles around his dick and knew she was relaxing he began to fuck her ass. He pumped his hard dick in her tight ass. New feelings washed over Liza and she began to push her ass into Leon’s every thrust. She began stroking her wet pussy while she got fucked up the ass for the first time. As his orgasm over took him, he made a guttural, animal like growl and with one more hard thrust he exploded into her just as she let out a series of whimpers as her body was racked with orgasm.

She collapsed face down on the bed, breathing hard and he lay next to her. He stroked her hair and rubbed her back not saying a word. Then he laid his head on the pillow and closed his eyes…not sleeping, just resting. She sat up and began to massage him. It was one of the best massages he had ever had. While she stroked his hair and gave him a massage, he drifted off into a very peaceful slumber. She smiles slightly…he wouldn’t be sleeping long…lol.

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You stand at the sink, water running, in a loose sweater and jeans. You always look so good in jeans, such a fine ass, such lovely curves. I step behind you and lightly run my hand across your fanny, making you giggle. You know how much I enjoy “trapping” you at the sink, how hard it makes it for you to do the dishes, how much more fun it is when I play.

My lips brush your neck. I slowly move upwards to your earlobe and pull it gently into my mouth. I suck on it until I hear you moan just a little, then release. Back down your neck, up again, with light fleeting touches on your skin I kiss you.

I slowly bring my hands around your waist, to squeeze you to me, pressing myself against your ass. You wriggle, pushing back towards me, your firm butt rubbing my cock. I brush my fingertips along the sides of your breasts through the sweater, barely touching you. Another moan, and you press harder against me. Your earlobe back in my mouth I nibble on it, softly at first then more firmly. I cup your breasts in my hands, filling my palms with your firm globes. I squeeze them together and you tilt your head back and groan. Your eyes are closed, your mouth is open, and cutlery clatters into the sink.

You lift your sweater, dripping from where it has hung into the sink. I slide my hands under it, reaching for your breasts. I lift them, bounce them in my hands for a moment and press them hard against you. I take your nipples between my fingertips, rolling them back and forth through the fabric. You have one of my favorite bras on, sheer and flimsy, and I can hold your nipples tightly. I pinch and release, over and over, all escort arnavutköy the while licking and kissing your ear. We grind our bodies together to the rhythm of my pinches. Your breaths are quick and shallow, your moans soft, your nipples hard.

You pull the sweater over your head, and turn towards me. With your arms in the air your tits are exposed to me in all their glory. I press my lips between them, and you pull my head in deeper. I inhale you; the fine aroma of your perfume so carelessly traced in your cleavage as you dressed this morning, the heady scent of your flesh, tangy and slightly sweet from perspiration.

Your skin is soft, warm and moist. I lick your breasts slowly, tracing lines and circles along the edge of your bra, teasing as I force my tongue towards a nipple. You reach behind yourself and unclasp the bra. As I back away you slowly let it fall, revealing yourself to me. Your firm pink nipples thrust towards me, and I kiss them, first one then the other and then the first again. Tiny kisses, just a quick touch of the lips and then gone, off to tease the other.

My hands are on your ass now, rubbing and squeezing. I run my fingers along the seam, barely between your legs. Your pants are damp. I kiss you, our lips hard against our teeth, our tongues meeting. You try to push your hand between us, searching for my cock, but I press my hips against yours and stop you.

I kneel in front of you, tugging at your zipper, pulling your pants to your knees. Your panties are soaked, and the scent of your juices intoxicates me. I kiss you and suck the wet escort fatih fabric into my mouth. With my teeth I pull your panties down as far as I can, then help you step out of them.

I quickly clear the counter, and you hop on it, gingerly balancing yourself. I push your knees apart, opening your pussy wide. You shaved this morning and the deep pink lips glisten with moisture. You have such a beautiful cunt, fat brown outer lips and delicate pink inner folds. I lean forward and place my lips on your belly, kissing it hard. I trace a line down your stomach with my tongue, running a quick circle around your navel before continuing. I breathe deeply, pulling your essence into me. I pause at your mound, and move to your thigh. Little kisses, little bites, little licks and I slip down your leg, holding it in the air as I move to your foot. I suck your big toe into my mouth, and play on it with my tongue, always watching you.

I reach for your hand, take it and place it between your legs. I start to rub your fingers on your clit, still sucking your toe, still watching you. You take up the motion, pressing your clit, sliding between your lips, putting a little show on for me. You know I love to watch you masturbate. I change feet, licking the sole of your other, watching your fingers get wetter. I begin to kiss down your leg towards your shining fingers and waiting cunt.

When I reach your hand I kiss it, kiss your fingers, lick them. I use my tongue to push your fingers into your cunt, then gently pull with my teeth so you withdraw them. I lick them off, savoring the delicious taste. escort beşiktaş I lick your lips; you quiver and wet my face with a gush. I drink in your cum, and lick harder. I find your clit and flick it with my tongue. You pull the folds aside and I suck it into my mouth flicking it again and again. Your clit swells in my mouth, hardens like a little cock. I trace patterns around it with my tongue, and pull it deep into my mouth.

I push two fingers into you. I twist and wiggle them, touching all the smooth soft parts of your inner cunt until I find that hard spot inside you. As I lick your clit I rub there as it gets harder and you cum again, your juices dripping down my hand.

I unzip my pants, drop them to the floor and kick them aside. I grab my cock and rub it against your lips. You squirt all over me, a warm flood on my hand and balls. God that makes me crazy!! I have to fuck you! I pull you to the edge of the counter and slip my cock into you. You wrap your legs around my waist and pull me to you, guiding my thrusts with them. We kiss, hard and deep, almost forgetting to breathe. There is nothing but our two sweaty bodies, joined in passion.

You squirt again. It electrifies me, spurs me on. I thrust faster, as hard as I can, wanting to make you cum again and again. I kiss your breasts, your neck, your mouth. We get louder and louder as we fuck.

I’m going crazy. I have to cum or my head will explode. I want to be so deep inside you when I do. I press myself as hard as I can into you and cum.

We’re both panting like animals. I have to push you back onto the counter. You’re making those little whimpering sounds I like so much, and my knees are giving out. I collapse against you and we hug tightly. We’re quiet, gathering ourselves, catching our breath. You notice how wet the floor and my legs are and we laugh about the mess we need to clean up.

But we don’t move. Not yet. This is the best part. 🙂

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I’ve always been a dreamer. More in the sense of having my head so far in the clouds that I couldn’t attend to the practical aspects of everyday life than that of having an abundance of the phantasmagoria accompanying sleep. I teach American and English literature so in the former sense of the word my life hasn’t been impacted too severely. And, with regard to the latter sense, the truth is that for most of my life I’ve only remembered bits and pieces of the wondrous flow of images and sensory input that entered my slumbers.

Sometime in the 1970s I read the books of Carlos Castaneda and was attracted to his discussions of dreaming consciously and guiding your dreams. A faint hunger for that kind of experience rumbled below consciousness through the years. Then, almost nine months ago, in a used bookstore, I caught sight of a book by Stephen LaBerge titled Lucid Dreaming and the faint hunger expanded into an aching void. I read the book with care over the period of about a month and then began to practice the techniques.

It was a long tedious haul. There were many times I almost gave up. My forbearing wife, Anita, observed my antics with an amused exasperation. Over the course of our long marriage she’s suffered through a multitude of my enthusiasms; some short lived and some extending for years. This one at least, she told me with a short laugh, she could sleep through.

I’d been practicing the techniques described by Dr. LaBerge for a little over four months with minimal success when it happened. At first I thought I was awake. But then, recalling that I’d crossed the room in a fraction of a second, I realized that I’d achieved my goal. I looked at my hands. They glowed in a way I’d never seen before. I looked toward the window. The late spring sun was peeking over the horizon. In another split second I was outside, floating above the lawn. Now I had the freedom but I didn’t know what to do.

I decided to try flying. In an instant I was soaring above the neighborhood. I remembered having these dreams as a kid and how much I’d loved them. I sailed over the house of our neighbors, Hector and Eileen, and I realized I was thinking of Eileen. And there I was in their bedroom. Hector lay sprawled on his back, snoring softly. Eileen was curled in a fetal position, facing away from him. They both were nude.

They’d moved into this house, two doors down from us, almost four years ago. And ever since the day I’d first seen her standing in their driveway wearing a bright yellow dress I’d carried a small torch for her, one with an intense flame. No one knew of this torch. Not Eileen, I was certain. But many times over the years its heat had warmed my heart. Never, until now, had I seen Eileen naked. I liked what I saw. I flitted to her side of the bed and looked down at her sleeping form. I wondered if I was seeing Eileen or was imagining, in my dream state, what she might look like.

Then, with a shock, I realized her eyes were open. They were focused on me. We stared at each other for what seemed like centuries.

“Can you see me?” I whispered cautiously. Afraid of the answer.

“Holy shit. This is too weird,” she muttered. Or thought. Or something. Her lips didn’t move.

“Can you see me, Eileen?” I asked again. I was surprised by her thought language because I’d never heard her use obscenity in all the time I’d known her.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom, Arthur?”

“This is a dream, Eileen,” I said, still stunned by her language.

She sat up. Or at least some part of her sat up. A luminescent part. The rest of her remained in its curled up position. “But I can see you, Arthur. Don’t give me that shit. escort taksim What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Look at yourself,” I said, pointing to her recumbent form.

She turned and looked down. “Oh my God. Oh shit. Oh goddamned motherfucking shit!”

“This is a dream,” I whispered. Whatever it’s called when you lower the volume of a telepathic communication.

She looked at me again. “Did you know you’ve got a dream woody, Arthur?”

I looked down at myself. My cock, glowing like my hands had, was stiff. I felt embarrassed and vulnerable. I looked at Eileen. She was looking at my cock.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you,” I said. I didn’t seem to be able to help myself.

“Mmmmmm. I wondered,” she said still gazing at my cock. “You always seemed to act kind of strange when I was around.”

“Was I that obvious?”

She looked up, into my eyes. “No, you weren’t obvious. I was looking for the signs. I’ve had feelings for you too.”

“I think I must be dreaming,” I said. We both laughed.

“Shit this is strange,” she said. “How did this happen?”

“I’ve been trying to have lucid dreams, dreams I consciously control, and I seem to have succeeded. Except I didn’t know it was possible to make contact with other people. That is if you’re really Eileen and not some image created by my imagination.”

“I feel like me,” she said. “Strange, but like me in a strange fucking situation. Are you my neighbor Arthur? Or are you some demon wearing Arthur as a disguise?”

“As far as I can tell I’m your neighbor Arthur. I don’t feel like a demon.”

She floated free of her body, which was still fetally curled, and reached out to grasp my cock. “Mmmmm. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

The sensation wasn’t anything like physical touching. More akin to energy flowing into energy, throwing off twinkling stars like an Independence Day sparkler. I reached out and touched her breast with the same result.

“Oh shit, this is cool,” she said. “I never imagined anything like this was possible in my wildest—“

“Dreams.” I said. We laughed again. Then she took my cock in her mouth and the laughter ended precipitously. The nerves, or whatever, in our astral, or whatever, bodies must correspond pretty closely to our physical bodies because feeling her mouth around my cock took me to another planet entirely.

It was at this moment that Hector’s alarm clock went off. If we’d been in our physical, or whatever, bodies I think I might very well have lost my penis given the amount of pressure, ethereal as it was, I felt at that moment. Eileen’s gossamer self jumped back into her body and disappeared. I remained for only a moment longer, long enough to see Hector reach out to slap the button on the clock, glance at his wife’s bare back, and struggle into sitting position at the edge of the bed. Then I too was gone.

The dream, when I awoke, was etched on my consciousness. But, in the full light of day, it didn’t seem real. I retrieved the morning paper and glanced over at Eileen’s house wondering if she was remembering the same images. I was afraid I’d never know. On the other hand I was shocked by the experience, by the intimacy, so another part of me hoped nothing would change. And I think she felt the same way. The few times our paths crossed in the next couple of days neither of us could look the other in the eye. Then one evening when I got home from work I found Anita and Eileen on the back deck drinking margaritas. At one point, while Anita was in the bathroom, Eileen said very quietly, “I had the strangest dream about escort çapa you.”

My heart started pounding. “I know,” I said after a long moment of silence. She looked at me. In the light streaming out of the kitchen window I could see her blush.

“I apologize for my language,” she said. “I can’t seem control myself in dreams the way I can in real life.”

“I wondered about that,” I said.

Anita returned and nothing more was said on the subject.

I continued to experiment with my dreams but it was six weeks before I worked up the nerve to visit Eileen again. Anita had organized a BBQ bash at our house and Eileen, Hector, and their two young sons, were invited along with several other neighborhood families. So, on the night before the party, I suppose because she was in my thoughts, I was once again in her bedroom. Her dream body, or whatever it was, popped up the moment I appeared.

“Oh, I was hoping you’d come,” she said. Or thought.

“I wasn’t sure you’d want me to,” I said.

“Oh Arthur. Arthur. I’ve been longing for you ever since the last time. I’ve wanted you so much. I’ve been driving Hector crazy, fucking him every which way I can think of. But shit, it’s not the same. I think of how it felt to have your hard dream cock in my mouth and the juice runs down my legs.”

A man doesn’t get many invitations like this in his life. I reached out to her and our bodies flowed together. It wasn’t penetration in the usual sense but rather a combining, a commingling, an interconnecting on the deepest levels, becoming One in a way impossible for physical bodies. We weren’t a man and a woman. We were two playful erotic energies joined in a ball of pleasure. We were two children before the age of sexual division frolicking with a marvelous new toy with wholehearted delight. Two puppies wrestling in the grass.

We soon realized that gravity was not a concern. Not long after that we became aware that a shared thought could take us anywhere. We ended up on a Florida beach, hovering like butterflies. Our eyes were wide open, with me feeling her pleasure knowing she was feeling mine.

“Is this how they fuck in heaven?” She asked.

“Do they fuck in heaven?” Was my response.

“Well, fucking is heavenly, isn’t it?”

“This is fucking heavenly, yes.”

“Are you saying I’m a heavenly fuck? How sweet.”

“Fucking A.” I grunted.

“Shut up, for heaven’s sake, and fuck me.” She sighed.

There wasn’t the familiar building up to an abrupt orgasmic release but rather a growing intensity, like the turning of a rheostat, that reached a powerful crescendo and then slowly subsided. It was like being immersed in warm honey and then stimulated with the vibrations of a billion angel’s wings. It wasn’t me feeling this. It was Us feeling this. And sharing that mutual feeling was the deepest pleasure of all. We were One in the profoundest pleasure possible.

“Oh.” Eileen exclaimed, once the vibrations had died away. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

I was speechless. We were lying naked in the sand under the blazing sun, cuddling together. 2300 miles away Hector’s goddamned alarm clock went off and Eileen was jerked out of my arms. Then I too was drawn back.

“You must have had quite a dream,” Anita said, leering across the breakfast table. “You splooged all over my butt last night. Or, more precisely, this morning.”

I looked at her startled, a shamed little boy welling up inside me, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m razzing you, honey. But it better have been me you were dreaming about,” she said with an edgy gleam in her eye. I wasn’t sure how escort şişli serious she was.

“Of course it was,” I said, lying and knowing she knew I was lying. She just laughed.

Most of the rest of the day was spent preparing for the BBQ. I often found myself recalling the magical time with Eileen and smiling. Not just smiling but humming and walking with a bounce in my step.

“That must have been quite some dream,” Anita said again, late in the afternoon, just before the guests were scheduled to arrive. The little boy welled up once more and I wilted. “Hey, honey, I’m teasing you,” she said, seeing my distress. “I don’t care who it was. I kind of got a kick out of seeing you so excited.”

That only made me feel worse.

And then we were caught in the whirlwind of our invited guests arriving. I focused on greeting the men while Anita took care of the women and children. I avoided Eileen but could sense her hurt and bewilderment. Later, after everyone had eaten and the party had settled down to rambling conversation, I went into the bathroom in the master bedroom to take a leak and found Eileen sitting on the bed I shared with Anita when I came out. I stopped cold.

“What’s the matter Arthur? You haven’t said two words to me.”

“I don’t like cheating on Anita,” I said

“Oh, are we having an affair?”

“Physically, no, but mentally I have to say yes.”

“Well, no one I know is a mind reader that I’m aware of so I think we’re safe.”

“You want to keep doing it?” I asked.

“God yes. Don’t you, Arthur? It feels so incredible.”

“Yes, it does. But I do feel guilty. I’ve never cheated on Anita.”

“It was a dream. Haven’t you had wet dreams before?”

“Yessssss.”

“Did you feel guilty?”

“No,” I said softly.

“Well, this is the same thing.”

“Not exactly. Those other dreams were simply dreams. This is real in a weird kind of way. I mean, we’re here in my bedroom talking about a sex dream we had together for God’s sake.”

“But it was still a dream, nothing more. No one’s going to catch us in flagrante delicto. I’m not going to get pregnant.”

“I don’t know Eileen. I have to think about it.”

It hurt to see the look of disappointment on her face. She looked as if she was about to cry. I turned away and for most of the evening my thoughts were in turmoil.

And then I watched my small daughter caught up in playing with her friends, all of them running around the yard, their faces glowing with joy. Like puppies, playing in the grass.

Not long after that I took Anita aside. And told her the whole story. I could tell she didn’t believe me, that she thought I was describing a run of the mill wet dream.

“Honey, I’m not jealous of your dreams,” she said. “I’m glad you’re having fun. But if you touch Eileen in the here and now I will break off your arm and beat you with it. Comprender?”

“Yes, dear.”

She gave me a good humored scowl.

“And darling, I’m going to try to meet you in my dreams the way I did with Eileen.” I told her.

“I can’t wait,” she said, clearly unimpressed. I knew that if I succeeded she might extend the prohibition against touching Eileen into the dream world as well but I’d wait to cross that bridge when it appeared.

One of the traditions of these gatherings was for me to bring out my guitar and accompany a sing-a-long around a fire winking and sparking in the fire pit. And tonight I played for almost three hours before people began to nod off. So, for the last song of the evening I began plunking out the chords of the Huddie Ledbetter classic. I saw a secret happy smile cross Eileen’s face as she recognized the words I began to sing. The others heard the standard version but with the simple substitution of a single syllable she and I heard something different.

Eileen goodnight, Eileen goodnight

goodnight Eileen, goodnight Eileen

I’ll be with you in my dreams.

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It was a stormy summer night and I was lost. I could barely see through the rain pounding my windshield. Thunder rumbled and lightening cracked sending bright flashing bolts across the sky. It had been a hot humid day of driving and I should have arrived at my friend, Jake’s house an hour ago but the directions were vague and I must have missed a turn-off. It was dark and windy and I couldn’t make out addresses or road signs but could tell I was in an isolated farm area because houses were far apart with no lights on.

The gas gauge dropped below empty. I hoped that if I kept going I would find a highway and a gas station. I was tense, not sure what to do and cursed my bad luck and stupidity for missing the turn-off sign. I had been traveling since dawn and needed a new scene after being laid off from my architect job and breaking up with my bitch of a girl friend for the second and final time.

I had just passing a farm house and saw a light on when I heard my car sputter, choke and come to a slow stop. I drifted over to the side of the road. I was stuck in the middle of nowhere, the rain beating down on my car like a loud snare drum. I had Triple A road service but knew my cell phone would not work. I wondered if I should go into the farm house I just passed to see if I could use their phone. It was late but at least a light was on. I assumed someone was still up.

Fortunately, the farm house wasn’t too far off the road. I got out of my car and dashed through the rain up to the porch and knocked on the door, thinking how lucky I was to find a house with a light on. It took a minute or two before the door opened and I was stunned to see a young woman that took my breath away. At first I could not speak when I saw her thick dark hair tied in two long braided pigtails, her large green eyes, her tits straining the low cut white peasant blouse. She wore the tightest, shortest faded jean cut-offs I had ever seen and was barefooted. Even in the dark I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples poking at the thin material of her blouse. She was dazzling with olive colored skin.

“I just ran out of gas and I’m lost– can I use your phone?” I asked, trying to hide my astonishment.

“Yes. Come in out of the rain,” she said with a foreign accent I did not recognize. She opened the door wider and smiled, looking into my eyes as if she was glad to see me. “Yes, you can use the phone.”

I tried not to be obvious but I could not take my eyes off her tits then her long bare legs and the tight cut-offs gripping her pussy and straining at her hips then her large green eyes and smile. “Man, she’s hot looking,” I thought. I immediately wanted to fuck her. “Sorry to bother you,” I said, trying to be polite and not frighten her—a stranger suddenly appearing.

“No problem,” she said as I stepped in and she closed the door. “The phone is in the kitchen. Follow me.” She spoke good English but sounded European and I couldn’t place the accent.

She turned and walked towards the kitchen and I could not take my eyes off her round swaying ass stretching the faded cut-offs causing me to swallow and my cock to twitch. “What an ass,” I thought, dazzled by her body. I was so turned on, unable to believe my good luck and followed quietly, not wanting to betray my sudden lust.

She turned around looking into my eyes, a smile flickering on her lips as if she knew where I was looking and liked it. “The phone is over there,” she said pointing to a black wall phone, a little smile still on her lips when she looked at me.

“Thanks. I just want to call road service then I can wait in the car.”

“Go and call but it will be a long wait.” She paused looking into my eyes then smiled, “You can wait in here. I won’t mind.”

Her accent was alluring. Where was she from I wondered. But it was the way she looked at me and smiled when she said, “I won’t mind,” that definitely had a sexual edge and I sensed something was happening between us.

“Thanks,” I said, our eyes met,lingering then drifted away as I went to the phone. She then went over to the kitchen counter where she had a bottle of red wine and a half filled glass. I picked up the phone, looking at her body, the tight cut-offs, her face, the long pigtails made her look both innocent and very sexy at the same time.

I watched her pick up her glass of wine and gulp it down. I could see by the half filled bottle that she had been drinking before I arrived. She looked at me over the rim of her glass as she sipped, leaning back against the kitchen counter, her bare legs spread slightly apart,the seam of her tight cut-offs pressed against her mound, revealing the outline of her pussy. I could not believe how hot she looked and wondered where this would lead.

I took out my road service card from my wallet, picked up the receiver and got ready to dial when I noticed there was no dial tone. I pressed my finger down on the button several times trying to get a sound but the phone was dead.

I turned back and looked over at her pouring more wine, escort ataköy noticing how she was looking at me, that mysterious smile on her lips. My eyes skimmed her slim body, her smooth legs, her nipples poking through the low cut white peasant blouse sitting low on her shoulders revealing a good amount of cleavage. I could not believe how sexy she looked, drinking her wine, twirling one of the pigtails around her finger, looking at me holding the phone. My cock was hard. “Phone’s dead!”

“Too bad. It goes out often around here. Looks like you are stranded.” “Not a bad place to be stranded,” I responded, returning her smile and looking at her playing with her pigtails. “Are you alone here?”

“Yes, my husband is away on business, as usual. I’m all alone.”

“So you’re married?”

“Yes. I guess.”

“What do you mean you guess?” I looked at her, my eyes drifting up and down her luscious body. I couldn’t help it. The way she was drinking wine and looking at me was extremely sexy.

She noticed my eyes roving her body. “Well, we’re married but, well let’s say he’s married to the farm and his business dealings. He doesn’t give me what I need. Not that he could even if he wanted to. He’s much older than me.” She smiled, pouring more wine and lifted the bottle up to me. “Want some.”

“Sure. Thanks. If I’m stranded I might as well take advantage of the situation,”I said,looking at her crotch gripped by the tight faded cut-offs. She saw where I was looking and smiled.

She filled a juice glass and held it up to me. “We do not have fancy glasses on the farm.”

I stepped closer and took the glass of wine from her. We clicked glasses but didn’t say anything, our eyes probing each other’s eyes, as we sipped, standing close.

“What did you mean you want to take advantage of the situation?” she asked, smiling slightly then took another sip of her wine, looking at me over the rim of her glass.

“You know what I mean,” I said, deciding to be bold, sensing she wanted to play a dangerous game of seduction.

She nodded, smiled, looking at me as she sipped her wine. Both of us were quiet, gazing at each other then her eyes moved down to the bulge in my jeans which I did not try to hide then back into my eyes. She smiled biting her lower lip then took another swallow of wine, finished it then poured herself more wine. I could see she was getting drunk. I finished mine and held my glass out for her to pour me some more.”Might as well get drunk,” I said as she filled my glass.

“Yes,” she said, looking hungrily into my eyes. “Let’s get drunk.”

Suddenly a huge roar of thunder rolled through the sky followed by the sharp crack and yellow glare of lightening. The lights flickered and went out. She immediately picked up a box of matches and slithered past me, grazing my hip with her hip and went to the round kitchen table lighting several candles, casting a dim glow.

“I am always prepared. Lights go out much around here,” she said, her accent intriguing me.

I stepped towards her,standing close as we stood by the table in the flickering candle light, surrounded by darkness. Lifting our glasses, we took deep sips, feeling the sexual tension, not sure how to proceed but the anticipation was intense; my throbbing hard cock was straining my jeans. We drank our wine looking at each other, not speaking. Suddenly she put her empty glass down on the table, stepped closer and leaned her body into mine, pressing her tits against my chest, her lips close to my lips, her smiling green eyes looking seductively into mine. Suddenly she placed her hand on my cock, rubbing me through my jeans forcing a moan from my mouth.

Surprised at her aggressiveness,I placed my hand on top of hers, holding it against my hard cock then suddenly with my other hand I grabbed her jean covered pussy, cupping it just as aggressively in the palm of my hand, looking into her eyes.

Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, thrusting her pelvis against my hand while squeezing my cock harder, more intensely.

I then rubbed her pussy harder, pressing the heel of my hand against her clit through her tight cut offs bringing another moan from her lips. She suddenly grabbed my balls in the palm of her, gripping them as if saying “your cock is mine.”

I could not believe this was happening but here we were looking lustfully into each others eyes, not speaking. She tightened her hand on my balls while I forcefully gripped her mound, rubbing her pussy harder both of us feeling pure animal lust, our eyes burning into each others eyes, knowing we were desperate to take each other and fuck.

She let go of my balls then again quickly moved her hand up and down my hard cock.”Mmmmmmm–nice and hard,” she whispered, moving her lips closer to mine, looking into my eyes. “I want this!”

“You do, do you?” I said, gripping her pussy, rubbing her harder with the palm of my hand, both of us daring the other to do something more aggressive. We were both hungry sexual predators waiting to escort şirinevler see who would conquer the other.

“I’m drunk,” she said.

“Good! I am too” I put my glass down next to hers then suddenly reached behind her, grabbing her ass with both hands, squeezing it and pulling her against my throbbing cock, grinding into her jean covered pussy.

Her round firm ass felt so good in my hands, the soft tight denim, the frayed edges of her cutoff, our sudden lust growing from the wine. She spread her legs wider apart and arched her back thrusting her pussy against my cock, grinding and sliding up and down my bulging cock like a pole in a strip club.

“Ohhhh you feel so good. So hard,” she said, her accent making the words sound hotter. “I want this! I want it!”she said,grinding and sliding harder and hungrier up and down my cock, my fingers squeezing and digging into ass.

Suddenly, she stood up and pushed me back against the edge of the table then got down on her knees, unbuttoning my jeans, pulling down the zipper, grabbing my cock. “Good! No underwear,” she said, gripping my cock in her fist then moved her warm tongue aggressively up and down the underside, making hungry, slurping sounds. “Mmmmmmmmmmm” she moaned as she licked my hard cock.

“Suck my cock, Suck it!”

Grabbing the base of my cock, putting the head in her mouth, she bobbed up and down, devouring my cock, hungry moaning sounds coming from her mouth. “Man, she’s horny,” I thought loving how she was attacking my cock.

“”Come on, suck my cock you slut!” I shouted, surprised I said that. I couldn’t believe my luck to find a drunk, sexy hungry woman in the middle of nowhere and here we were ten minutes after arriving getting ready to fuck each other silly. How could this be happening to me? Who was this sexy woman with the foreign accent? I grabbed the back of her head, gripping her thick dark hair in my fingers as she took my cock deeper and I started thrusting, fucking her hot mouth. She moved her mouth up and down faster, harder with each thrust. I closed my eyes feeling cum boiling, ready to explode as she devoured my cock like a sex-crazed fiend. Wanting to last longer, I suddenly pulled my cock out of her mouth, saliva dripping from her lips and grabbed her arms, lifting and twisting her body then roughly pushed her face down on the kitchen table.

“Ohhh Yes!” she screamed reaching her hands to grab the other end of the table.

Loving how her ass stretched the thin tight cut offs, her ass cheeks showing below the ragged edge, her bare legs spread wide apart. I straddled her, pressing my hard cock against her, humping her ass.

She turned her head to look at me, our eyes meeting. “You want to fuck me, don’t you? You want to give it to me hard, don’t you?

‘I love your ass,” I yelled, humping and grinding my throbbing cock into the crack of her ass through her tight cut-offs. “I’m going to fuck your brains out!”

“No you’re not,” she yelled.

“Oh yes I am,” I shouted back then suddenly grabbed the waist band, my fingers in the loops of her cut-offs, trying to pull them off of her. I wanted to fuck her so bad. “Get these off!”

“No!” she shouted, surprising me. “Stop!” She started squirming, pushing back, trying to get away. “Stop!” she shouted. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t! Let me go! Get off of me you fucking bastard!”

Stunned I knew I couldn’t stop and suddenly realized the game she was playing. She was a tease—a cock tease. She was playing a game, wanting to tease me, get me so hot and horny that I would be forced to take her even harder.

“I’m not letting you go. I know what you want!”

“No! Let me go! Let me go. You can’t do this to me.” She squirmed, pushing her self off the table. I felt her strength as she bucked hard, shoving, backing me up then quickly squirmed away, trying to run past me. “You can’t fuck me! I’m married.”

I grabbed her wrists as she tried to get away. “You’re not going anywhere, you slut!” I shouted, pulling her as she also pulled in the opposite direction, fighting me, determined to break loose. We were in a tug-of-war. I saw the fake fury in her eyes.

“Let go!” she screamed, fighting to get away. “Let go—you can’t do this—Let me go you bastard!”

“No way! You started this you little fucking tease. You can’t play games with me.” I gripped her wrist pulling her, knowing I was stronger. I stepped closer, grabbing her and wrapping my arms around her as she squirmed and struggled, pounding my chest with her fists. “Let go!” she screamed. I moved my hands to her ass, grasping her tightly and roughly pulled her against my throbbing cock, grinding into her tightly covered pussy as she arched back. “I know what you want you little teasing slut.”

She kept pounding my chest with her fists. “Stop! Stop!” she screamed.

I gripped her ass tighter, squeezing it, grinding my cock into her, the barrier of our jeans making me want her more, made me hump her harder, made me want escort halkalı to rip off her cut-offs sand take her on the kitchen floor.

I pushed her ass hard against the table, bending her, forcing her to lay on her back, her legs wide apart, her bare feet on the floor. I stood between her legs, grinding my cock harder, shoving the seam into her pussy. “I’m going to fuck you!”

“No! No!” she screamed. “Let me go! Let me go! You can’t fuck me!”

“Yes I can. You started this. You can’t play your cock teasing games with me and get away with it. I know what a drunk slut like you wants.”

Suddenly, squirming and sliding back on the table, she lifted her bare feet to my chest and kicked hard, pushing me back with her strong legs, forcing me to let her go. As I grabbed at her, she jumped off the table, pushing me fiercely with her arms and dashed out of the kitchen, down the dark hall, laughing.

It was dark and I didn’t know my way around the house. I picked up the candle deciding to play her little cat and mouse game, knowing how horny she was. “We’ll see who wins this game!” I shouted, walking after her down the dark hall, my cock hanging out of my jeans.

Hearing her laughing as she ran, I followed, walking down the hall in the dim candle light. Thunder roared and bolts of lighting cracked sending a quick flare. I saw her at the other end of the hall, opening a door, looking back at me before disappearing into the dark room.

I made my way down the narrow hall, holding the candle, my cock still hard. Standing in the doorway, I saw her light another candle on the table then get on the bed. Leaning back against the pillows, her legs bent, her knees wide apart, her hand squeezed inside her unbuttoned tight cut-offs, fingering her pussy. She smiled, moving her tongue sensually on her lips as I came closer. She looked up at me then bit her lower lip, her hand moving harder inside the tight crotch of her cut-offs. She smiled at me, looking hot and knowing it.

Without a word, I put my candle on the table next to hers and got on the bed, my knees between her wide open legs, my big fat hard cock hanging out of my unzipped jeans. I saw her looking at it, her tongue licking her lips. I moved closer to her, hovering over her, holding my cock just above her hand inside her cut-offs, her fingers moving in and out of her pussy. I looked down watching her fucking herself while she looked at my hard cock in my fist.

“You want this cock don’t you?”

“And you want this cunt!

We look hungrily into each others eyes, my hand gripping my cock, her hand squeezed into her tight cut offs, her fingers moving in and out of her pussy making slushy sucking sounds. I wanted her but I wanted to drive her crazy. We stared at each other, smiling, knowing we were playing a dangerous game, teasing and tantalizing each other. Another loud rumble of thunder, a flashing crack of lightening, the hard rain pounding against the windows added electricity to our lust as we looked into each others eyes, our animalistic lust building, my fist gripping my cock moving faster up and down, jerking off just above her fingers fucking herself, straining the tight wet crotch of her cut-offs, her mouth open as she fucked herself faster, harder both of us getting closer, on the verge of exploding.

The room was dark except for the dim light from the candles. Suddenly, I grabbed her hand, pulling it out of her pussy, gripping it then grabbed her other hand and lifted her arms high above her head, holding them in mine against the headboard causing her tits to strain her tight blouse, her nipples hard, my cock just above her pussy, her legs bent and spread wide apart. She suddenly lifted her ass off the bed, thrusting her tight jean covered pussy towards my cock. I backed away, keeping my cock above her as she reached desperately for it. I wanted to tease her, play with her, drive her insane, turn this sex-starved woman into a wanton wildcat who would fuck me like I’ve never been fucked.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Don’t do this to me!” she screamed, lifting her ass higher off the bed, arching her back, straining to reach my cock.

“See what happens when you play games with me,” I said, looking into her hungry eyes. I held her hands tightly against the headboard, my cock hovering above her half opened jeans as she arched, straining desperately to get my cock.

Suddenly, I let go of her hands and quickly reached under her and grabbed her ass, lifting her off the bed, pulling and holding her hard against my cock I could not believe how much I wanted to thrust deep into her pussy and take her. Suddenly, I pounced on her, driving her back to the pillows, my hands still gripping her ass, the length of my hard cock grinding into her jean covered pussy. She let go of the headboard, grabbing my ass, holding me against her, grinding into me as I humped her, fucking her through her half opened cut-offs. No longer were we playing games. This was drunk, raw, lust.

Letting go of her ass, I grabbed the waist band of her cut-offs, pulling hard. She lifted her ass, squirming, helping me get them over her hips. I peeled them down her smooth legs then tossed them across the room while she pushed frantically at my jeans, forcing them off of me. I squirmed out of them and threw them over my head, her loud voice screaming “Take me! Take me!”

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I was sitting at my desk on the phone with my boss talking about important business when my male secretary, a very strong and handsome man came in with some papers for me to sign. He crossed the floor and placed them on my desk. He looked angry with me and I gave him a questioningly look, to which he returned with a smile.

I watched with interest as he came around to my side of the desk and lifted me up and placed me on the desk. He then sat in my chair. I was about to say something with my boss need me to talk to him about something. I had to answer the boss.

Soon I was in grossed in the conversation ignoring my mischievous secretary until I felt his hands on my thighs as he lifted up my skirt. I smacked his hands away but he continued to shove my skirt up around my hips. He then moved his chair closer and spread my legs, within seconds he had ripped my pants off, making me make grunt with force of it all. Again I had to answer the question of my boss, knowing what my secretary was about to. I closed my eyes and waited, I could feel his breath at my junction between my thighs. I felt his tongue flick my clit. Instant, shock waves ran through me. I could feel myself becoming very wet as he continues escort bakırköy to massage my clit with his tongue. I tried to wiggle away from his tongue so I could talk properly but he wrapped his arm around my bum and pulled me closer. He places his tongue inside and began imitating a penis driving me wild. I could feel my orgasm coming my gasps were becoming obvious. I knew this was exactly what wanted as he stepped up his movement. I came gushing over his tongue he seemed to love it lapping it up. He got up and smiled and left the room as if nothing had happened between them.

I continued my conversation with my boss, and waited till home time when we would be alone to confront him about his actions. Praying my boss on the other end would not be suspicious. But what happened just moments ago couldn’t happen again.

I called him in with every intention of scolding him for taking such liberties with me. As soon as he walked in he picked me up and placed me on the desk scattering the papers, the phone everything on my desk to the floor, before I could protest his strong lips were over mine and he was lying on top of me. With one thrust he was inside escort bahçelievler me fucking me harder than I had ever been fucked.

I enjoyed it, the strength his body to pick me up so effortless thrilled me, the way his penis buck against me drove me wild. In short violent thrusts, each time driving in has deep as he could. His tongue drugged me creating swirling sensations in my stomach. The way he kissed me made me feel like I was his everything.

He leaned up and took me with him, so that I was now sitting up on the edge of the desk as he drove into me. He pushed me down on the desk taking my thigh and holding them as he stood at the end of the desk still pounding me. He didn’t speak he just moaned with me as if he was enjoying the friction he was creating. He was a considered lover as he didn’t come inside me instead he pulled out and replaced his penis with his tongue until I came once again over his mouth. I watched as he jerked himself until he came all over the floor.

“James I really must protest” I began but he hadn’t finished with me. He covered me with is lips and began rubbing himself on me driving me wild. I could feel him harden escort zeytinburnu again.

“Again?” I managed to ask in between his drugging kiss.

He nodded with a smile. “You’ve been naught ignoring me all day?”

“No I haven’t,” I replied innocently,

“I think you have,” he said entering me slowly.

“Are you going to punish me?” I asked as he pushed himself deep within me causing a soft moan to escape me lips. His movements were slow and deliberate.

“I’m going to fuck you until you cum, I want my name on your lips.”

“James” I whispered feeling such power as he closed his eyes and thrusted his hips sharply into me. Then pulled out slowly and pushed in extra slowly until I whispered

“James” into his ear, the next thrust was sharp telling me what I need to do.

I continued to say his name as he thrusted into me with deep violent bursts. I loved watching his face as he pierced me. Soon I could only manage as whisper as my orgasm built to its climax. As it burst I called his name, and he smiled. He then pumped hard and quick in me keeping it going, making me scream again. I could feel his orgasm coming.

“Cum in me now” I begged afraid he withdraw.

He smiled as he bucked hard then stiffened his body jerked as his inside me, His “OH God” was so delicious.

“Now James” I began in my authoritative tone, “I think I will ignore you again tomorrow.” I said breathlessly as we both got dressed.

“You better” he said with a brief kiss before he left the office.

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With another long day behind us and a new twilight upon us, it was time once again to rejoice our being together. I , freshly washed and shaven and her finally draining all of the hot water from the shower to be had, and freshly shaven as well, prepared for our sensual rendezvous.

While I had lit the dozen scented candles that were scattered in the room and programmed the CD player with a bevy of soft jazz and slow sensual tunes, she emerged from the bathroom. The steam rolled out from the room when she opened the door, as a heavy London fog would as it infiltrated the pristine air of a clear night.

She stood naked in the doorway, still toweling her dampened hair. Her clean scent permeated my nostrils. Simply intoxicating. I smiled as her raised arms moved as she vigorously toweled her hair. I was fixated on her breasts as they swayed and shook as she dried. Her nipples jutted from her breasts from the cool air conditioned room in transition from the hot steamy shower that she had just come from. My eyes eagerly gazed at the rest of her form. They drank in her soft flesh and the contour of her body. I could see a shadowy hint of her smooth, clean shaven cleft as she stood with her legs together.

She smiled at me as she walked to my prone body on the bed, tossing the towel at me as she did. She walked past the bed and walked to the dresser and picked up the spray bottle of perfume. I watched as she sprayed a delicate mist into the air directly in front of her, then as she walked through the fine mist. I could smell the soft scent of the fragrance.

She then walked to the bed, and plopped onto the mattress next to me. I bounced when she did this. There is something so erotic about watching such a beautiful creature from a distance in one moment, to having her lying next to you the next. It’s almost as if lunging from fantasy to reality in a matter of mere seconds. A dream come true.

We began to snuggle into each escort topkapı other as we lay on our sides facing each other. Then came a first kiss. A little peck on the lips. Then we hugged each other, pressing our flesh together. My hands began to caress her. Not in any particular area, mostly all over her. The feel of her soft flesh to my hungry hands was a real enjoyment. My fingers would trickle up her leg, then at her hip, I would lightly glide across the small of her back. I would use the flat of my palm and gingerly slide it up her back to her neck. It was then, as I held the back of her neck, that I leaned into her, pressing my lips firmly to her and part my lips as I felt hers part. Our tongues would glide the tip of the others tongue at first. Then a full assault would ensue, as our tongues intermingled with each others, exploring, and tasting. Many minutes would pass while we kissed and touched each other.

Our breathing patterns began to grow heavier and light moans would escape our lips in our transformation from two separate people into one entity. We would take turns, me on top of her, then her on top of me as we continued our unspoken oral kindling. After several rotations, when she was on top of me, did I suggest that she grab the bar of the head board and move into a squatting position. She quickly reacted and did as I had asked. I slid down, between her legs and directly underneath her soft folds and her derriere. I lifted my head and took a long deep breath through my nose. Her excitement was her most prevalent scent now. The soft fragrance of her perfume was now secondary, but equally as intoxicating. I inched the tip of my tongue upward. I grazed the side of her thigh. I kissed firmly where my tongue had just touched. I heard a moan escape from her. I then kissed her opposite thigh in the same manner. I then took long, slow deliberate licks from her thigh to her pouting escort güngören lips. I began to lick the meaty flesh as one would lick an ice cream cone. From the bottom of her cleft to the top, making sure that I didn’t touch her trigger point, yet.

As I continued my oral torment, I began to lick from the bottom of her fold, backward to her tiny puckered rose bud. I would virtually drag my tongue over her puckered orifice, only to lightly trace each side of her cheeks on the way back down to where I began. Her moans were louder now. I now poised the tip of my tongue at the bottom of her lips then pressed inward as my tongue began a slow ascent between her puffy lips. I delved my tongue into her wet opening. Then I continued upward. At the top of her opening, I began to wag my tongue from side to side as I felt her familiar swollen clit as I licked upward to the top of her pussy. When my tongue wagged across her swollen trigger, she moaned words, to which I could not understand, and didn’t care to understand. After reaching the top of her mound with my tongue, I licked slightly downward again until I found the thickest part of her pearl. I then sucked the miniature fuse into my hot mouth. I tugged on it until it popped from my greedy lips. She let out a loud moan when I did.

I knew her lust was beginning to come to a boil when I felt her hand grab a thick lock of hair on the top of my head. But what she did next took me totally by surprise. I felt the heat of her butt cheeks rest on my chest, which placed her folds completely over my mouth. Her hips began to writhe quickly up and down my mouth and nose. She was grinding her punani into my dew covered face. I reciprocated by jabbing my tongue out as far as it would go. I could feel the soft folds and intermittent heat from the inside of her dripping opening as her juices flowed from her center. Her moans were now groans as her wave escort güneşli of pleasure reached her point of no return.

When she released her passion, I felt a gush of her fluid as it cascaded down from my nose to my chin. I greedily lapped as much as I could onto my hungry tongue, but with her hips bucking wildly, I received the remainder of her lust on my face. She began to come to rest and she lifted up from her wild ride. Her stickiness left us connected with a couple of strands of her spent emotion from her reddened lips to my face. In the shadows of the glowing candles, the strands appeared to be made of silver.

Now that her sexual energy was in motion, she climbed down from her position and lay on top of me. She kissed my face and lips and cooed her delight as she did. My energy was at an all time rigidity now. She easily slid my excited cock into her depths. Her intense heat generated by her minutes old climax was incredible. The muscular walls of her pussy enveloped my aching cock shaft with its hot, wet, slippery grip. My mind was so infatuated with the thought of her satisfaction, that it wasn’t but a mere several minutes of her riding my cock at her fast pace, that I felt my eminent eruption begin to bubble from my depths. She sensed this and began to slow down and lift her weight from me. I grabbed her ass with one hand, and placed my arm around her neck, pulling her firmly back into me. I began to jab my hips up into her and she counteracted by slamming down onto my throbbing cock. In seconds, I groaned my sensual song of climax, as the thick , hot cum raced up the inside of my convulsing shaft and spewed deep into her depths. Jet after jet of the white fluid bathed her inner walls. She grunted as I was ebbing with the last twitch of my climax. The heat from the thick cum that coated her depths had sent her on yet another climax. I could feel the velvet walls as it gripped my spent cock when she came. It was incredible!

Now the both of us lay next to each other, holding and touching in the afterglow. The lights of the candles began to softly flicker in the shadows on the ceiling as if joining in on the celebration of out togetherness. The scent of sex, mixed with the cinnamon scent of the candles filled our senses, and yes, it was intoxicating.

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Jim and I had met online after I had contacted him about my fascination with the stories he submitted to Literotica. Every story was vivid and erotic, no matter what the topic, and I wanted him to know how much desire I had burning inside me for him, just because of his stories, so I dropped him a note. He contacted me immediately and we began a relationship unlike any I’d ever experienced before. Our mutual love of story-telling and of course, sex, put us on a course for a relationship neither of us had looked for and now neither of us was willing to give it up.

We began by exchanging stories that each of us would continue where the other left off. They were erotic, sensual, scorching hot and I felt a release with him that I’d never felt before. I thought it impossible. After all, it was through e-mail, nothing physical, yet I felt it as if it were. He touched me in ways I never imagined and I relished in his attention. I ached for his words every day and when I would receive one of his spellbinding stories, he took me to places I’ve never been…not even with my own husband.

Yes, Jim and I were both married, just unfortunately, not to each other. His sexual relationship with his wife had soured due to, sadly, her mental depression that she couldn’t shake – wouldn’t shake – not even for him. I was mostly happy in my marriage. I loved my husband but he couldn’t always satisfy me sexually. He tried, but his enthusiasm didn’t always make up for his lack of expertise and abilities. I never planned to cheat on him but I searched out men online for some cyber fun and for the private sexual release that I would give myself afterwards. I had plenty of men offer to meet me but I never felt connected enough to risk my marriage for a quick fuck. No, I wanted someone who would love me like in my stories…like Jim’s stories.

I’d never thought of meeting Jim in person, despite where our fantasies had taken us. He was sexy and sweet and when he’d tell me things I could only imagine a man saying to me in my dreams, my knees would weaken and my heart would race. Over time, I realized that he was the only man who could truly allow me to feel what it was like to be uninhibited and sexual and who would, and could, explore all my fantasies with me. We had begun to talk on the phone once a week, sometimes talking so sexy to one another we’d eventually get each other off. It never even dawned on us that we were engaging in phone sex, so immersed were we in one another.

Sex with my husband became better because I was fantasizing about Jim and all the things we’d dreamed of doing for one another. He was even willing to run the gauntlet of my fantasy about him impregnating me instead of my husband and all the adventures after that. I knew then he was my equal sexually and I had to have him.

I told my husband that I wanted to take a weekend trip – alone – to clear my head. The stresses of my job and his obsessive need to please me allowed me to do so without him questioning me. I only told him I’d be in Virginia and nothing else. I book a room in an expensive hotel and when I arrive, I took a long sensual bath with scented bath water and then called Jim at work. He picked up immediately and I told him, in an excited voice, that I was in town. He was amazed and I asked if he was willing to meet me. A thrill shot through me when he agreed.

He would come to the hotel at 8pm. I had the expectation that we would make love, but I wasn’t sure. We had talked about it, dared to dream but never seriously talked about the real possibility and I wanted to see how far it would go. How far he was willing to go.

I dressed in a tight stretch knit dress that hugged my shapely body. I’m not one of those skinny model-type women. I had a lot of curves and some might even call me fat, but I never got a complaint and I think a lot of men like soft womanly bodies to make love to. I was sure Jim wouldn’t be disappointed. With my black hose held on with black garters and black push up bra, I was ready to knock his socks off. Slipping my feet into heels, I jumped when the knock came.

I opened the door and all my worries about whether he would like what he saw disappeared.

“God, Cheyenne, you are beautiful.”

I blushed and let him into my room. He was wearing a dark suit and I marveled at his size. He was bigger than my husband and he smelled great. Before I could say anything, he took me in his arms and swept his mouth down in a passionate kiss. Our mouths opened and allowed our tongues to mate as his hands roamed down my back. I felt them caress my ass and a small moan escaped through my lips. Finally he pulled back. We were both breathing heavy, my heart pounding escort taksim in my ears.

He smiled and I melted. “Ready for dinner?”

I nodded, still unable to speak. I was already hopelessly lost in this man and food was the last thing on my mind. I wasn’t a whore but I felt like one with the thoughts I had that very moment.

Jim took my hand and we left my room. After a short walk to an Italian restaurant down the block and we were seated in a quiet corner, a fine bottle of wine before us. We sipped the wine and he whispered to me, telling me how wonderful it was that I was there to see him and how beautiful I was. I blushed furiously but felt the heat rise in my loins.

Jim ordered a simple meal for each of us and as the waiter moved away, he put his hand on my upper thigh. I’m sure he could feel the heat from my core burning his fingers. They rubbed lightly over my flesh as I watched his eyes dance playfully.

“Jim…” I stuttered. “Jim, if you don’t stop…I’m…we’re going to have to…”

“What, Cheyenne? Have to what…?” he teased moving his hand higher. “Mmmm, I love the garters you are wearing, honey,” he whispered as he moved down and licked my shoulder.

I shuttered and groaned softly as his hand moved up further. He lightly brushed his fingers across my moist mound and he chuckled deeply. Oh, did I forget to mention that I wasn’t wearing panties?

“Yes, honey, you’re so ready for me, aren’t you?” he purred in my ear as his fingers deftly parted my pussy lips and he slide a bold thick finger inside me. I was wet and I was hot. A guttural moan escaped my lips as he plunged that single digit in and out of my hot tight hole. I looked around the room hoping no one could see us and spotted a man seated directly across from us watching us. I blushed profusely as Jim’s fingers toyed with my pussy. One finger continued to plunge inside me while his thumb moved over my hardened clit. I was mewing, unable to take my eyes off the man seated across from us.

“Jim, he’s…he’s watching…”

Jim leaned closer and licked my neck. “Mmmm, yes he is. Doesn’t that make you hotter, baby? Knowing that he knows what I’m doing? I bet he’s wishing he was doing this to you.”

I moan and closed my eyes as he inserted another finger. It was tight but I was so wet that his fingers slid in smoothly. My hips were moving now, seeking a release. He’s kissed my throat and whispered sexy hot words to me as his fingers assaulted my very core. “Yes, baby, that’s it. Cum for me. Cum all over my fingers.” His words urged me on and I felt my stomach tighten, the slow aching building in my belly and rising – fast – through my heated and moist flesh. My hips rose up and I exploded, my pussy squeezing his fingers as my orgasm raged through my body. I moaned, deeply and finally, collapsed. My heart was racing and my breathing labored but I was euphoric. I looked at Jim and he smiled blissfully.

“Now that’s what I call a hot appetizer,” the man said from the other table.

Jim nodded in acknowledgement before licking his fingers clean. I was both embarrassed and insanely turned on. He had to know what he was doing to me…the teasing, the wanting. “Jim, please…” I begged him quietly. I wanted to leave, return to the hotel and make love until we couldn’t move an inch. But then I realized that we had never actually agreed to make love. His touching me was a surprise. Based on our last telephone conversation, when we had teased about what would happen if we really met, he had committed to nothing but wanting to watch me masturbate and maybe some touching and caressing.

“In time, my love. In time,” Jim whispered.

We ate our meal, mostly in silence. I tried to hurry him but he wasn’t having it. I was actually embarrassed that I couldn’t control myself where this man was concerned and that was able to do so. “How do you do that?”

“What?” he asked, sipping his wine.

“Control yourself like that. I want you so bad right now I feel faint.”

He chuckled softly before responding. “Honey…Cheyenne…if you could know how bad I want you right now. My cock is about ready to burst through my pants. Thank god, I’m wearing loose fitting pants. But don’t you see? The anticipation is going to make whatever we do much more special. And truthfully, I’m not sure that you or I are ready for the physical relationship that we talked about, no matter what our bodies are telling us.”

“I suppose you’re right,” I replied. “I thought briefly this was one sided…that I was the only one going insane with desire.”

He took my hand and placed it on his crotch and my eyes widened in escort çapa surprise. He was large and very hard against my palm. “Does that feel like I’m not going insane with desire? Just hearing you cum almost made me cum in my pants.”

“Can we go now, Jim?” I asked sweetly, cupping his throbbing cock through is pants and squeezing. I looked at the man at the other table and could see that he was rubbing himself and I smiled. “Please, baby?” I purred, licking his neck. I was now determined to seduce him, make him make love to me despite his previous protests that we would keep our distance. He’d already crossed the line in the restaurant. I wanted him completely over it and under my control.

Jim called for the check and we hastily left the restaurant, much to the disappointment of our admirer. We walked hand in hand down the street to the hotel. Once the elevator’s doors closed, I grasped Jim’s cock once again as our mouths met and mated. He pulled away, panting. “Keep that up and I won’t make it to the room.”

I giggled. The elevator’s doors opened and we made our way to my suite. Once inside, I told Jim I was in control now. After all the teasing in the restaurant, I was determined to make sure he was tortured a little as well. If he wanted to just watch me, then I’d let him. I was curious to see how fast his willpower collapsed so sure I was that he really wanted to make love to me.

I sat atop the room desk. The buzz of the hotel air conditioner pierced the otherwise silent room. My hair was pulled up loosely with strands hanging down, caressing my face. Long dangly earrings hung from my lobes but otherwise, I was without jewelry. He says that he loves my dress, the way it hugs my shapely body and I smile. He was talking to me but his eyes were fixated on another part of my body. My dress is bunched around my hips, exposing my bald pussy, its lips moist and puffy. My hands were clutching my legs, holding them open.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked, my voice soft but deep.

“Mmmm, yes,” he replied. He was sitting in the desk chair across from me, perhaps 5 or 6 feet. Close enough to see everything but far enough away to not touch. He was still fully dressed but I could see his cock outlined in his dress pants, pulsing and trying to burst out.

“Do you remember our last phone conversation…before today? We teased each other about meeting but you never figured I’d really want to…so you kept teasing me. You said, ‘I just want to look at you’. We won’t really make love.” I reminded him.

He nodded silently, his eyes still fixated on my pussy lips.

“You said, ‘Let’s just meet for dinner’. And I agreed, right?” I continued.

He nodded again. “You said ‘Yes.’ after reminding me that you said you couldn’t be satisfied with just dinner.”

It was my turn to nod. “Yes, Jim, and you told me that you would be strong. You wouldn’t cave in and make love to me. You wanted to just see me, look at me, have dinner then be on your way. Did you lie?”

“No,” he croaked out. “I meant it…at the time.”

”But now, seeing me sitting next to you at dinner…in the flesh…touching me so intimately…you want more, don’t you?”

“Yes.” That single word came out in a hiss.

I shivered in response. It was what I hoped for the most; it was also in a way, what I feared the most.

“So here we are. You’re seeing what you wanted to see. And you’re not touching me. You vowed to not touch me, just to see me that night on the phone, didn’t you? Yet you did touch me – a little – during dinner.”

“Yes.”

“Can you keep the remainder of that vow, Jim?”

“I…I…” he stammered.

I wasn’t teasing him, really. My heart was racing and my mind was a mass of goo. I really wanted to know what he was thinking. On the phone it was easy to tease and say that we’d only just look and not touch. After all, he’d made a vow to himself. His strength would be tested and he had to know that. When I suggested meeting, I told him how hard it would be for me. I imagined it would be equally hard for him. And here we are. What would he do next?

“What’s to happen next, my lover?” I asked, quite seriously.

“Pull your lips apart for me,” he begged huskily.

I moved my hands down, keeping my legs lifted and parted my moist folds. I heard him groan when he saw the pink flesh beneath the puffy lips.

“What’s to happen next, my lover?” I asked again.

He stood up and moved between my legs, placing my thighs on his hips. He touched my face, his eyes moving from my pussy up to my face. I opened my mouth to speak and he put his finger over my lips, silencing escort şişli me.

“I was mistaken. I can’t be this close to you and not touch you. Just let me touch you a little bit. Just a little bit.”

He slid the stretch fabric of my dress over my shoulders in a bunch around my waist. He looked at my breasts, full but not as firm as a young woman’s breasts might be but he didn’t seem to care. He kissed my lips, softly at first, then more demanding. His tongue caressed mine and they met and mated. Moving to my throat, he planted light kisses over my most sensitive spot on my throat and then he moved lower still. Taking a nipple in his mouth, he loved it with a great passion. I moaned and arch my back. He took the other nipple in his mouth and repeated the loving caresses.

He stepped back and I was panting. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his engorged cock. I looked at its size and marveled at its beauty. Never have I thought of a man’s cock as beautiful…until then. It was swollen and hard and precum was leaking from the slit. I searched his eyes, questioned his next move.

“I…I just want to touch it to you, Cheyenne. That’s all. I won’t fuck you.”

I wondered whether he believed the words as he was speaking them any more than I did.

He put the head of his cock to my pussy lips and ran the precum over my clit, causing me to arch my back and moan. My restraint was nearly gone and I wondered how he couldn’t simply thrust inside me as we both wanted. He rubbed his cock head up and down my slit, our moans mingling through the air.

“God, I can feel your heat, Cheyenne,” he said in a whisper.

He continued to rub his cock against my folds, concentrating on my clit. I moaned and cried out as my orgasm raged through me. I came hard and my body shook. He felt my juice leaking out of me as it coated his cock; my breathing rough and raged.

“You are incredible to watch when you cum,” he said huskily, still pressing his cock to my pussy. “I just want to put the head in, baby. Just to feel your heat. Your tightness.”

I remained silent but my body screamed “Yes” as he pressed the head of his cock inside my womb. I nearly fainted from the fullness of his cockhead inside me.

“God, you’re so tight. I knew you’d feel like this. I just knew it.”

He stood there, the head of his cock just inside my pussy. He looked into my eyes and moved his hips, pulling out the head before moving his hips forward, just enough for the head to go back in. True to his word, he only allowed the head in. He continued to thrust in this manner and my lips were forced wide with each tiny thrust. I moaned as he said, “Just a little bit of thrusting. That’s all. I just need to feel your pussy squeezing me.” I nodded and he continued to pull out and push back in.

After several minutes, the only sounds emitted in the room is the humming of the A/C and our moans. Finally he spoke again. “I can’t help myself. I need to be inside you. All the way inside you. Please, baby, let me fuck you…more. Deeper.”

I nodded, too turned on to speak and he smiled weakly. He pushed in, deeply, his cock filling my pussy. I moaned and gasped, the size of his cock stretching me more. “Yes, Jim,” I hissed, near tears from the intense pleasure I knew he was going to give me.

He began to move, babbling words of love as he thrust inside me. “I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you. I’ve wanted this for so long. Baby, you’re so tight. So wet. So hot. God, I could fuck you forever. I’m not making love to you. Not now. I’m just fucking you. I’ll make love to you later. Slow and with the passion you deserve. I just…I just need to fuck you now.”

I continued to moan, louder and louder; my moans echoed through the room as he filled me. He still talked on, “I was delusional into believing I could restrain, even after all that we’ve shared with one another.”

I responded by taking his hand and kissing the palm lightly, my tongue caressed the soft lines. He moaned against my throat.

“I’m going to cum baby. Cum with me, please.”

I feltl my own orgasm building and knew I was close.

“Tell…me…what…you…feel…” I cried out in gasps.

“I love you. I never thought it possible, not in this way, but I truly love you. I love you. Oh god!”

I felt him explode inside me and it triggered my own orgasm. As I came, my pussy muscles clenched his cock like a vice. “GOD!” he cried out, as shot after shot of his seed planted inside me.

He remained in me, his cock deflating as he kissed me tenderly.

“I love you,” I said in a whisper. “This was all I ever wanted. Thank you. I never thought…I never thought you’d give me this gift.” I was crying now, but out of happiness, not sadness or loneliness.

He smiled and kissed me again. “Thank you. For giving yourself to me in this way. You are incredible.”

We disengaged and climbed onto the bed, where we fell asleep in each other’s arms, not knowing what would happen next.

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I feel so wild and wicked. Middle of the afternoon, bent over the dining room table, lost in swooning feelings of pleasure as a hard cock is pounding into my pussy. With every deep, hard, deliberate thrust his balls collide with my clitoris. I’m pinned to the table in a perfect position. I couldn’t get up not that I want to. I don’t want this to stop. I want more and harder.

There was no courtship to this, no slow work up, no time for thinking. It started with a sudden passionate embrace from behind. His hands captured me by the sides of my waist and pulled me a little backwards into him. As his strong muscular arms closed around me sliding his hands across my abdomen it triggered the most lustful acceptance of his advance. I felt my face flush, my legs go weak and a moistening in my pussy all at the same time. His hot breath on my neck and the touch of his lips made me lean my head backwards closing my eyes. I could feel my nipples erecting pushing against my silky blouse.

I tried to turn and face him but he made it clear that he had other ideas. His arms gripped me a little firmer making it impossible for me to turn. I could feel his body pressing firmly against me. The bulge pressing into the dip between my arse cheeks left no doubt as to what was to come.

His hands moved up to undo my blouse buttons as I reached round to unbuckle his belt. This had been unexpected and now my hart was racing, I could hear and feel every beat of my hart, feeling so aroused, my breathing so deep and fast I was almost panting. Willing doesn’t describe how I felt, yes I was willing but so much more than that, I was in need.

My blouse was slid off my shoulders and pulled down my arms before I could even finish undoing his belt buckle. The blouse discarded on the floor as I was guided to the dining table. My hips pressed into the table by the force of the body pressing into me from behind. His forehead slid down the back of my neck and as he became level with the top of my shoulders pushed me forward. I didn’t need much encouragement, I could see this unfolding in my mind escort arnavutköy and the picture was looking good to me. Such clear sexual imagery in my mind just fuelled my excitement. As I collapsed down onto the table I felt my skirt being flicked up and over my waist. A strong hand applied enough pressure onto the middle of my back to make it clear that this is where I am to stay. This felt so sexy, I was so ready and so wanting. My pussy yearned to be invaded.

A very brief pause during which I could hear a flurry of clothes hitting the floor. I was relieved to discover that the foreplay was unusually short. One hand returned to my back confirming that I was intended to stay in this position. To comfort my position I gripped the far edge of the table with both hands. This took some of the weight off my feet. I felt a hand exploring the top of my leg and tracing the rounded shape of my arse. I parted my legs wide, I knew that in this position it would make for easy access to my lips and my clit. This was obviously taken as the invitation it was intended to be.

The hand traced down my arse, the fingers pressing gently against me forcing my labia between them, the naughty thumb pressing firmly against me tracing circles around my anus as it passed by. As the palm pressed against me I couldn’t help the groans of pleasure as the fingers reached all the way forward and tugged on my pubic hair . I felt the presence of something else, soft, hotter than the hand, this was just what I wanted, what I need, what I felt like begging for. I didn’t dare utter a word for fear that if he knew how much I wanted his hard pulsing cock inside me he would hold back and tease me. The fingers parted my lips gently but firmly as I felt the smooth hot head of his cock press against them and slide all the way forward to tease my clitoris.

He pulled back enough to guide the head of his cock to the entrance of my pussy and then gently pressed his way into me. I love the feeling of his cock expanding my pussy as he first enters. escort fatih Short thrusts to begin with. In just a little and then all the way out as his engorged cock stretches me to my fullest. So dripping wet and ready, it doesn’t take him long to penetrate me with his entire length. This is everything to me, I need the feeling of being full, I’m lost in a world of ecstasy feeling him thrusting in and out of me. He knows just what to do to get me really excited, he varies the depth and the speed, sometimes teasing and tormenting. Each time he thrusts into me I try to grip his cock as tight as I can. I want to keep it there, its for me and I don’t want it to go.

His strong hands tenderly but firmly massage my back and shoulders intensifying my pleasure and keeping me pinned down at the same time. I find the restraint such a hot turn on. It is totally clear to me that I can go nowhere.

Now his need has obviously become as urgent as mine. The thrusts are long and deep. The speed has become faster and faster. I feel the tension rising inside me that means I don’t have long before an orgasm is going to tear its way through me. I try to ignore it, Try to make it go away but it gets stronger and stronger.

There is a knock at the back door and I hear the door open.

“What the fuck?” I muttered muffled by my panting.

“Hi Sharon!”, I heard Tracy’s voice shout from the kitchen.

“Don’t you fucking stop! Fuck me, fuck me, it’s OK. Fuck me faster, harder.” I blurted out distorted by panting and grunting sounds.

This was all too much for me. I felt my pussy start cramping into an orgasm as Tracy looked around the corner and straight at us. She looked shocked but fixated, I could see a sudden flush of colour in her cheeks but she seemed unable to move her eyes away. I was unable to speak as the most intense orgasm that I have ever had exploded its way through every muscle in my body.

My face contorted into weird expressions with my eyes tightly closed that are only possible during orgasm. escort beşiktaş I couldn’t help my physical reaction to the orgasm as my legs contracted. I lost all control to the orgasm as my mind and body surfed on the waves of pleasure. My knees came right up under the table, my feet right up to my arse but I was held firmly in place . His hips pressed into my arse keeping his cock buried deep inside me. His cock twitched and tugged at my contracted pussy muscles as I felt spurt after spurt unloading from him deep inside me. Each twitch triggered a new wave of pleasure that flowed through my body.

The orgasm may well have only been a minute or so but it seemed like a long time and felt like the only important thing in the universe. As he withdraws from me and it subsides I feel my body overcome by total relaxation. A peace, a calm that is almost spiritual. I feel exhausted. My legs hang down from the table, not really taking my weight. The rest of me lays flat on the table top, overcome by the influence of gravity. I can feel every part of me still radiating heat. I could easily fall asleep, as I lay there my eyelids slowly roll open and my eyes focus.

I feel a sudden surge of adrenaline as I comprehend the form still watching from the doorway. It passes round my body feeling like needles touching my skin. The relaxed feeling is gone in a nanosecond and replaced by total embarrassment. As Tracy saw me looking she vanished out of sight into the kitchen.

“Don’t go!” I said, struggling for breath, trying desperately to sound composed as I scrabbled around getting clothes back into place. We looked at each other with big guilty smiles on our faces.

I heard Tracy say “I’m really sorry, I did say I would come round this afternoon. You did say to just come in. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“It’s OK Tracy. I’m sorry, its my fault, it’s OK really.” I blurted out unable to help the giggle in my voice.

Pulling the rest of my clothes straight I looked round the door into the kitchen. Tracy was leaning against the counter with a face that looked beetroot red.

“Coffee?” I asked.

Tracy looked at me, burst into a big smile that broke all of the tension and said “I’ll make it, don’t think you have the energy left.”

I could feel my cheeks colouring again as I smiled and shrugged.

“I’m jealous, that looked amazing.” she said deliberately avoiding looking at me.

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The rain throws down on our front path. I haven’t dressed for it and my green spaghetti strap dress clings to me as I make the dash from the car, carrying my bag of shopping. My red hair sticks to my face and cold rainwater runs over my skin as I unlock the door. Quietly because I want to surprise you.

I don’t call your name but listen – trying to hear where you are above the sounds of the storm from outside – and think I hear movement upstairs. I leave footprints on the hard floor and a trail of water. At the foot of the stairs, I hear you more clearly. You are talking and I wonder if you are phoning your daughter.

I have this idea, then, of sneaking behind you silently and sliding a hand between your thighs. Making you cum as you talk. So I climb the stairs, biting my lip as I do. Imagine your warm, velvet wetness on my fingers, the firm swell of your clit under my pads. But as I reach the top of the stairs I realise your phone is laid out dark on the landing. I can hear you though: indistinct, murmured words. What are you up to?

I follow the sound of your voice – don’t I always? – and it leads to the bedroom. The door is closed. I put my ear to it. Listen and then suppress a giggle. You are watching porn lover: your murmurs are pleasure, back-tracked with breathy sex noises. Not like you, I think. I am the one who gets turned on by watching that stuff. Not usually you. I put my hand on the door handle and crack it gently. The noises get louder, clearer, as I slip inside, to see what you are watching.

You moan then, loud. But he is the one I see first, not you. A big guy, muscled, with close-cut hair and clean-shaven. His naked body covering your petite form. He is writhing over you, panting and you are – I see you now – pushing against him, your slender legs wrapped around his hips. Taking him. My world tilts, I watch from the doorway, escort ataköy dripping on the carpet.

He has you tied with the cuffs we bought and blindfolded with the scarf we use together. The cuffs rattle the headboard as he thrusts into you. I hear the wet sticky sounds of his cock pushing into your pussy. My mouth is dry, I can’t breath. I am fixed to that spot, in this moment. Watching you enjoy this strange man in our bed.

As I watch, he slides one hand up and strokes your throat the way I do it. His penis is long and glistens wet from you as he slides it out. It hangs over your mound and you squirm like a hungry thing for it, trying to retrieve it. Then he freezes as he sees me, there. And I have a split second to react and just put my finger to my lips. Shhh.

“Don’t stop,” you purr and for a moment the handsome man’s blue eyes look to mine for permission. I nod. He enters you, a sweeping hard thrust that bounces you on the bed and makes you gasp. You are smiling, lustful and giggle with pleasure. I hate that sound you give him but I love it too. You are cheating on me in our bed. So why are my nipples hard through my dress, drawing his eyes?

I set my bag down on the dresser, trying to be silent. He glides in and out of you and I can see your legs tightening, trying to communicate what you need. He does not see it like I see it though: your want. That you are not getting what you need. Thinking, urgently, I use one of your lipsticks to write a message to him on the mirror. HARDER. FASTER.

His eyes widen and for a moment I wonder if he will comply. But then a fractional nod and a hard thrust that lifts your core off the bed. Our reward a deep rolling “ohhhhhh” that sounds like it escaped from the depth of your soul. He nods more certainly and pounds you now, grunting escort şirinevler and sweat breaking on his skin. Your thighs loosen and fall wider, as he finds the perfect pace. I watch, closely.

The sound of sex fills the room, heavy and breathy. My body responds and I bite my lip to stay quiet. Your lover’s eyes are on me, even as his cock shakes your body. Your toes curl. Your back arcs as you shove your hips against him. I wonder if you hear the noises you make. My heart pounds in my chest.

I reach and tease one of the wet straps from my shouder, slipping my arm from it so my breast falls free. The other follows and I step naked from it. Lover boy looks me over. He drives hard into you and you gasp as the cuffs tear at your wrists. His eyes move across me and mine across the two of you. Your pert little tits shake as you ride him. I blow him a kiss, pouting my lips, and step forward a few steps, to the edge of the bed.

He raises a hand and cups my face and I turn and suck his finger. All silent, all subtle, so that you do not even know yet you have been caught. He smiles – handsome smile, square jawed and sparky eyes – and I take his wrist. Guide his fingers over my collarbone, to my chest and across my breasts. Trying to communicate with my eyes. He squeezes my breasts and the energy flows through my nerves to my brain and into my clit. I feel it pulse and breath a little harder. I worry then that you will find our little secret.

But I need not worry because right then your body shakes and you cry out – lips parted and your tongue pink between white teeth. Your cuffs rattling and I see what he feels, the pulse of juice sliding down his shaft and dripping to the bed. I put a hand to my lips: a silent shhh. And I sink softly to my knees in the carpet by the bed, hearing the wet escort halkalı slap of cock in pussy. Hearing your pleasured moans. The sighed “no” as he pulls out and slides off the bed to feed my mouth.

My lipstick leaves an exagerated kiss around his head. His meat tastes of you: musky and sweet. I lick you off him and almost giggle as I hear you say, “Where have you gone?” I trace the veins of him – God, you have him pulsing, primed – with my teeth and he gasps. I flick my eyes up at him and wink. “Are you done with me already? I want your cum.” A breathy neediness in your voice.

“I’ll be back,” he says, “I just want to look at you.” His eyes dance between us. My hands run up his sweaty, ripped thighs and curl round to hold his butt. I keep sucking until I taste the heavier, manly smell of his cock under your perfume. Bouncing my head now. Do you hear that, love? The sloppy combination of drool, cock and pussy in my mouth. I scratch his skin and he moans. His whole being throbs in my mouth, against my tongue. I open my throat and push on until my lips kiss the base of him. His big hands grab my wet hair and pull. “Fuck,” he murmurs.

“What was that?” you say.

“You’re beautiful,” he says.

I slide off his cock – mouth connected to the bouncing head by strings of precum and saliva. I lean in and lick the sensitive spot under his shaft. Tip of my tongue. Once, twice. Three times. Kiss the the eye as he spasms and releases so it fills my mouth. Sticky and heavy. I grin and gesture with my eyes and – praise be – he gets the message and pulls from me, holding his shaft and jerking so the next spray lands pale and long across your thigh and mound and stomach.

“Did you just jerk off on me?” Your voice that flirty giggle I adore. I let his cum run down my chin and drip onto my tits as I collect my wet dress and slip silently out of the room. “I hope you still have the energy to fuck me some more before she gets home.” I hear your words as I head downstairs.

I sit for the next hour on the lounger by the picture window, cum and rain dry on my skin. The sounds of your pleasure echo through our home. And I know I will ride your face tonight until I can barely stand.

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Living a dream.

Tom was wide awake, dreaming of Olga, but actually having his seemingly always erect cock wanked and sucked by Vera, her short hair moved as a wave, as she wanked him with one hand and massaged his testicles with the other and sucked four or five inches of his hard rod into her warm wet mouth, her eyes were fixed on his face, her eyes were bright with lust and want. She was devouring Toms cock, endeavoring to take it all in her slobbering mouth and throat, she looked possessed in her pursuit. Vera couldn’t get him all in.

Changing position, straddling his chest, giving him to a close up view of her rear end, her puckered tight anal opening, her perfect mature wet pussy, encouraged him to it seemed greater hardness, to almost steel like, as Vera continued her effort to swallow him whole. Toms sensitive knob end was getting every nuance of her tongue on his glans, driving him to his climax.

Still Vera couldn’t engulf him fully. She stopped, raised her bum so she was up from a crouch position, lowered her head so her mouth and throat was roughly at right angles to his horizontal tense expectant body, then she slowly swallowed him fully, gagging as she did, a salivary stream of spittle flowed from her mouth, over his balls, thighs and the bed, she flexed her knees to force the up and down throat fuck, in reverse position of a seal eating fish being offered from above, her nose rhythmically prodding his full again ball sack, she gagged less as she got into a rhythm, constricting her throat around his solid member on the up stroke, relaxing it on the down stroke.

The delight of the oral sensation and the wonderful view on Vera’s body in action, her toned, slightly muscular legs, her shapely flexing bum, her tightening and relaxing anal ring matching her movement, her wet dribbling inviting under carriage, puffy pink lips, open ready for his cock, he tried to hold back but the inevitable happened, he exploded, unloading his come in Vera’s throat, causing her to gag and splutter, she swallowed as she let him out of her mouth, come and excess salivary mucus, flowed from her all over Tom as he shuddered to completion.

Vera turned on him, gasping but kissing him hard giving him a healthy mouth full of his come and her salivary spittle which he had to accept, her wet face brushed over his as she took hold of his still hard cudgel and impaled herself on him, the fluid soaked flesh on their organs lubricating them as she slid down his rod, biting her lip and whimpering as she did. Vera fucked Tom for all her worth, straining every sinew of her body, possessed to come, fucking him hard, her eyes red and dewy from gagging, her mouth wet and slack from taking him all in her mouth and throat, she looked a slutty mess. Tom held her tight and fucked her in bursts from below, several prolonged spurts of sexual energy and her riding him hard, got her over the precipice of ecstasy, climaxing forcefully. He followed, coming again, he didn’t understand how he managed it. She moaned in pleasure, thanking him, praising him, kissing and weeping all at the same time, an extraordinary display of raw sensual sexual outpouring, the like of he had never experienced before.

After a few minutes rest for Tom, Vera while cupping her come filled pussy with her hand and keeping her legs together as much as possible, awkwardly pulled him from his bed into her and Eileen’s bedroom, the adjoining bedroom.

Tom was astounded to find Eileen, naked, tethered by chains attached to each corner of the lovers over sized bed, one chain attached to each limb, making her spread-eagle in the middle of it. Eileen was breathing heavy, twitching, trembling occasionally.

Vera still cupping her pussy, in an attempt to retain Toms deposit in her cunt, straddled over Eileen’s head and removed her hand. The sticky fluid dripped into Eileen’s mouth, drip by drip for a few minutes, She tried to lick the remainder from her lovers cunt, but Vera kept her moist sticky pussy lips from her straining reach. Eileen was enjoying the cocktail of juices, savouring them as she pushed them around her mouth escort bakırköy with her tongue having given up on Vera’s tempting pussy. Then she swallowed the sperm and pussy juice and smiled. Vera repositioned herself and was boobs to boobs, tummy to tummy thighs to thighs, pussy to pussy with Eileen who tried to kiss her, but wasn’t allowed to. Tom was enthralled at what he had witness, his well used cock had amazingly revived again, it stood out from his body, hard as steel, throbbing with his pulse. Vera beckoned him pointing to her rear end which she raised in readiness for him. “Fuck me Tom, fuck me hard, fuck me now, fuck my bum.” She implored him.

Tom got onto the bed and positioned the head of his cock at the moist puckered entrance of her anus and gently leaned into her bum hole that beckoned him. His first anal fuck. She reached back gripped a bum cheek in each hand and opened herself to give him access. Tom dribbled spit from his mouth on to her resisting anal ring, he’d seen it done in porn films, it must help he thought, it did a little, it was a tight fit, he eased his rock hard cock past her sphincter a little at a time dribbled more spittle on their junction and slowly he got more cock in to her taboo hole. Vera was holding her breath till he had got past the most resistance, then he was in, inch by inch he slid into her hot soft as velvet hot anal passage. He liked it, liked it a lot, his cock, his eight inches was fully in her bum, his thighs were against hers, his groin settled against her trembling bum cheeks. Through gritted teeth Vera said “yesss…he’s in my bum Eileen, right… in, it hurts, but, but oh god… its great, fuck me now Tom.”

As Tom picked up pace, slipping in and out of Vera’s hot soft anal canal, her clit bumped and grazing on Eileen’s engorged nub. Once in a rhythm the three of them were getting pleasure from the coupling and contact. Vera got very vocal, between deep French kissing Eileen, “get me off” she demanded of her, “I’ve sucked him, fucked him and now he’s buggering me, oh god, it’s fucking amazing …” she kissed her forcefully, Tom was enjoying fucking her bum hole, gripping her hips, plumbing her anus deeply and relentlessly, “that will teach you dirty whore, fucking him without me, oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck I’m coming.” Eileen still tethered and squashed beneath Vera and Toms bodies, was trembling and shaking as she started to climax too, Tom came, shuddering to his core as he shot what little come he had left into Vera’s bowels and as Vera kissed Eileen really hard she came with shuddering spasms shocking the three of them with the intensity of it, clamping Toms cock like a vice with her anal muscle, Breathless they all swore heatedly as they reached their sweaty body racking climaxes.

Tom pulled out of Vera and slid to Eileen’s side and Vera panting excitedly, slid onto Eileen’s other side. They kissed above Eileen sealing what they had shared.

“Are you going to clean him up whore,” Vera tersely asked Eileen, “lick his cock clean after it’s been up my bum fucking me?” Tom wasn’t sure Vera’s bad attitude to her lover was real, even as she twisted both nipples causing Eileen whimper in pain or pleasure. “Sixty nine her Tom, fuck her face and lick her fanny, don’t come though she doesn’t deserve anymore sperm.” Tom didn’t think he had any more come to give. He was hard but his balls were empty.

Vera sort of pulled and positioned him above Eileen, who still being tethered could not move, she forced Toms soiled cock into Eileen’s mouth, as Tom licked a her meaty cunt lips which were dripping with her juice. After a little defiant show Eileen slavishly slobbered on his cock, cleaning him enthusiastically.

Eileen carried out her ‘forced’ task enthusiastically considering her initial reluctance, Tom was not going to come again, Vera had forbid him to ejaculate in her mouth, he couldn’t have, although he wanted to. Eileen was getting more out of this than Vera anticipated, rolling orgasms engulfing her and her juices flowing from her, as Tom sucked, licked and prodded escort bahçelievler her over sensitive clitoris and labia with his tongue.

Vera excited by Eileen’s pleasure, stuffed three fingers into her cunt, finger fucking her wet hole, coming violently.

They ran out of steam more or less together, slowing down and stopping, gasping, breathing heavily, smiling, pleased with their satisfied state.

“I’m not sure I should release you slut,” Vera teasingly informed Eileen, “you look great chained, I might leave you here all day, to be able to sit on you face whenever I like, or not… .” “Vera unchain me please, I need to wee… ” Eileen said showing some desperation.

Vera smiled at her, “come on Tom let’s shower together, then we’ll let her pee, leave the door open, the sound of water running will drive home to her what a slut she is.”

After showering with Vera, Tom beat a hasty retreat to his room, leaving the two of them to play out their games. He dressed and went down to breakfast, it was just gone eight o’clock, he mused if he could cope with the demands of living here, he was drained already and the day had hardly begun. He heaped a plate with everything presented for breakfast, he was ravenous, having missed dinner and the energy sapping before breakfast escapades.

Olga joined him sitting at the dinning room table with a plate of healthy options. “Good morning Tom, you don’t look like you’ve had a good twelve hours sleep at all.” Smiling as she started to eat.

Ashine appeared carrying a tray of tea and coffee and gave him a cheery, “good morning stud, tea will it be.” Tom refused the bait and just nodded. “When you get a minute I need a job doing Tom, I need my hole filling.”

This caused Olga to laugh heartily and Tom to nearly choke on his food.

Tom quickly finished his breakfast and left the dinning room and the leering Ashine and Olga. He drove the pick up to the workshop. He spent the day there, forgoing lunch, tidying up the work area and keeping out of the way.

That evening he followed house etiquette and showered next to the boot room, he got dressed in his own room and shot out of the rear of the house to the pick up, he drove out of the farm via the Veterinary Surgery car park and to the main road. He took the road to Kinsale, arriving ten minutes later in the sleepy town. He found a service station and filled the pick up’s tank with diesel.

The girl behind the counter passed him a sheet to sign as there was a fuel account with them. Tom was expecting to have to pay. “You must be the new maintenance man, what’s the T stand for,” she asked pointing at his signature. “T for Tom” was Toms answer. “I’m Morvan, it’s good to have someone new around here, if you fancy a night out here’s my number,” she smiled as she passed him a piece of paper with it written on. She was a slim pretty girl of eighteen or nineteen, attractive without the need of much make up, beautiful eyes, an open face and attitude. “I’ll give you a call, you can maybe fill me in this place and my predecessor, when is best for you Morven, what night is best?”

Not one to hold back, Morven replied quickly, no need to call, tomorrow at seven, I’ll meet you here.” She enthusiastically replied, smiling broadly. Tom thought she was hot, young and seemed keen. They said their goodbyes and Tom got back in the pick up, leaving to explore the town with a quick drive around, it didn’t take long, about ten minutes. Kinsale seemed a nice place to him, tidy, upmarket, not to commercial for a seaside town.

He parked and got out of the pick up, stood looking at the harbor and contemplated his situation.

Nice home, great food, lots of sex, surrounded by seemingly willing women, a job, use of a vehicle, nice place, new adventure… the niggle in his mind was keeping up his sexual stamina, he was only just recovering for his pre breakfast session with Vera and Eileen… . Could he cope with all the fucking, would he be cast aside if he couldn’t perform. Since he met Vera and Eileen he escort zeytinburnu had more sexual experiences than the previous five years. From famine to feast. He decided he needed to pace himself. How he wasn’t sure…

He made the short return to the farm, getting back just before eight, right on time for dinner.

On entering the dinning room he was greeted by Eileen, she was pleased to see him and kissed him fully on his lips, Vera hugged him and kissed him continental fashion, a kiss on each cheek. Ashine and Olga were there too both dressed for dinner, both in full length dresses, both immaculate in presentation, make up and hair perfect.

Eileen explained, Ashine and Olga had dinner with them fortnightly, to ensure they knew how they were an important part of their life. They both smiled at this remark, taking the opportunity to hug and kiss Tom, Ashine very enthusiastically to the amusement of the others. Bridie and Megan served dinner, which passed quietly, general chatter about the farm, the town and Tom telling them about his day in the workshop, his trip to fill up the pick up and the look around the town. “Did Morven serve you at the petrol station?” Ashine asked him. Tom confirmed she did and added, “she seems very nice.” Ashine smiled, “she’s my sister.”

Toms heart sank, he had arranged to meet Ashine’s sister the next evening, he feared this could become a problem. Thinking quickly he told her, “She’s offered to show me Kinsale tomorrow evening, do you want to help her Ashine?”

“If you want me to, I’ll come, along with Morven.” She replied, causing the others to smile at her innuendo.

The food was excellent, potato and leek soup, Rack of Lamb with vegetables, apple pie and cream and cheese and biscuits to finish. A couple of bottles of red were consumed. Bridie and Megan who substituted for Olga and Ashine serving flirted with Tom and he learned that they were dinner guests to on occasion too.

After dinner Ashine who said her goodbyes to everyone with hugs and kisses, was picked up by taxi to take her home.

Olga was like me a resident, with Vera, Eileen and I she enjoyed a coffee and Brandy in the lounge as Bridie and Megan cleared away, after which they wished us goodnight and left for home.

Around ten o’clock Vera and Eileen suggested that we all went to bed. Olga clung on to Toms arm, following Vera and Eileen, as together the four of them walked up the wide marble staircase to the first floor. Without a hesitation Olga guided him to follow her employers into their bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them.

Vera and Eileen got into a passionate clinch, Vera’s annoyance with her seemingly gone, their feelings for each other were total it seemed, they gazed into each other’s eyes longingly, oblivious to Olga and Tom watching them, or so it seemed. Their voyeuristic pleasure was complete as Olga and Tom watch the two lovers strip each other naked and continue their show of passion for each other. It was hot to watch.

As they got on the bed and they kissed heatedly, Tom and Olga stood at its foot, excited by Eileen’s worship of Vera’s body, her kissing and sucking her beautiful breasts, her travels down her toned body kissing everywhere till she centered on her vagina, slobbering, sucking, kissing and prodding her with her lips and tongue. Vera was gripping the sheets tightly in excitement as she rode out the pleasure she felt from her lovers administration, she writhed and moaned repeatedly.

Tom moved behind Olga who was panting in excitement as she watched, with both hands on her hips he pulled her against his hard cock, she pushed back in response, he kissed her neck, causing to her gasps, nibbled her ear making her moan.

Vera and Eileen were lost in each other, their lust making them oblivious to their audience, the onslaught on Vera’s pussy got her into a massive climax. Eileen moved around and straddled her head presenting her moist cunt to her lover, which she wasted no time in devouring.

Tom indicated his room with a nod to the door to Olga, who by now turn on so much she had her hand up her dress, rubbing between her legs, Tom was cupping her boobs. He edged her to his bedroom door, quietly opened it and they slipped into the darkened room.

Tom closed the door, lit a bedside lamp and ushered Olga to the bed. She hitched up her dress to reveal her pantie less perfect rear and bent over the bed. “You fuck me now!” she demanded.

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“Bill, what are we going to do with Kaye? She’s only 18 and can’t stay here by herself over the summer, and that’s three months” Mary said. “I’d love to take her with us, but we’re pushing it by me coming with you and your work to Europe. Do you know who could take her so we wouldn’t worry?”

“About the only one I can think of is my cousin Sam and his girlfriend Janet. He’s got some sort of kennel and stables that he takes in people’s pets. I guess he’s got one hell of a business that keeps him pretty busy. If we sent Kaye there, I’m sure him and his girlfriend would find something to keep her occupied.”

“Well, at least there’s a woman there. How long have they been together?” Mary asked. “I’d say about four years now. That’s about how long I’ve last seen him and her. It may be time to call him up and ask him for that favor he owes me for getting him out of jail on that bar fight he got into. Even though the other guy started it, they took Sam in too.”

“Ok. If you think this will be ok. I’m only agreeing with this because of such short notice. It just may do Kay some good to get out of this city and to be around some animals. She could take care of them, and they could take care of her the whole summer” Mary said.

“Fine. I’ll go make the phone call and you give Kaye the good news. I know it won’t be a problem and besides, he owes me.”

David pulled out his cell phone, checked the number and pushed the call button. After a few minutes of laughing and kidding around, David dropped the big question and favor. The answer came quickly that was followed by lots of laughter and see you tomorrow afternoon.

Mary went upstairs to tell Kaye.

Kaye was in her room, looking out of the window to the neighbor’s backyard. Mr. Hendrickson had just got done doing laps in his swimming pool and was laying down in the lounge chair. Water was dripping off him and his black Speedo trunks hung tightly to him and outlined his cock clearly. It was just enough to get her wet between her legs.

What she was really hoping for was to have Mrs. Hendrickson come out, lay down in between his open legs, pull his Speedos down and give him a slow and steady blowjob. Kaye was just starting lately to awaken sexually and this show with the Hendrickson’s would usually happen late in the afternoon. Her parents weren’t aware of this going on.

A soft knock at the door caused her to step away from the window and close the drapes. Kaye went to the door and opened it up.

“Hon, can I come in? I need to talk to you about something. It has to do with all three of us.” They both walked over and sat on the bed. Your father has to go to Europe for work and I’ll be going with him. We’ve made arrangements with your dad’s cousin Sam and his girlfriend Janet for you to stay with them over the summer until we get back and you can start school again.”

“But don’t I have a say in this?” Kay asked.

“Not really hon. This sort of came down pretty quickly. Sam and his girlfriend have this kennel and stables for horses that we’re sure will keep you busy. Spending the summer on a farm with all the animals would probably do you some good,” Mary said.

They will be here anytime so you’ll have to pack a few things right away.”

“I’m going to have to tell the Henderson’s that they will have to find another babysitter for the summer you know” Kaye said.

“I know” Mary said. Maybe you should go over there now and give them the bad news.”

“I’ll be back after a while then” Kaye said as she walked down the stairs and out the door.

Over the years, Kaye had developed an interesting relationship with the Henderson’s.

Shirley Henderson was the first to touch her.

They both went to the mall shopping with Kaye needing a new bra. Shirley decided to get one too and she insisted they both get the same kind with matching panties. Black lace always turned Shirley on. She found her size and Kaye’s. Shirley was going to play this out and hoped Kaye would go along. She was such a turn-on that now Shirley couldn’t resist Kaye’s body and this chance to show herself to her.

There was only one room available out of ten with a solid locking door for complete privacy. They both went in and started taking their clothes off. Both were nervous.

Shirley hadn’t done anything like this for soo long.

She remembered when she was Kaye’s age and her friend’s mother seduced her, also inside a woman’s changing room. Kaye had never done this at all, but was getting turned on at the thought of seeing a mature woman naked, alone with her in this room.

“I’m glad they had a room available. I just hate waiting” Shirley said. Kaye agreed with her as they both faced each other while removed their tops and hung them up. Each of their hands were slightly shaking and their breathing became labored. Kaye realized Shirley was watching her strip as Kaye was doing the same, in a teasing sort of way.

Piece by piece was removed until they were each facing one another in just their panties and eyüpsultan escort bra.

Shirley made the first move. She reached around and unclasped her bra. Kaye followed her lead but couldn’t unhook hers. Shirley let her bra fall down as her breasts stood out. Kaye just stared at her first close up look at full-grown mature breasts and dropped her jaw.

“It’s always so nice to get that thing off,” Shirley said as she rubbed and held up her breasts for her. Kaye was frozen with lust as her own pussy started to soak her panties.

“Do you need some help with that thing hon?” Shirley asked as she moved behind Kaye and just touched her pelvis up to Kaye’s ass and rubbed lightly back and forth. Shirley moved her hands to Kaye’s bra clasp and unhooked it. She let the straps go and pushed Kaye’s bra down her arms to the floor. With that done, Shirley moved closer to Kaye and pushed her breasts into her back. Reaching around, Shirley cupped this young woman’s breasts with both hands, rubbed them firmly and pulled Kaye back to her.

Kaye had never been this turned on before. Her breathing was getting harder now as she could feel Shirley’s breath on her neck and her own wetness start to flow down her legs.

“I’m sure you feel better too not having that thing binding on you” Shirley said as she continued to squeeze Kaye’s breasts.

She then felt that young ass of Kaye’s pressing back to her and moving, back and forth.

“Let’s just get our panties off and try on our new underwear” Shirley said as she stepped back from Kaye and slid her own panties down and off. Kneeling down and still behind Kaye, she reached up and started to pull Kaye’s panties off.

Because Kaye was soo wet, her panties tried to stay put. Pulling them down further, Shirley smiled when she saw that Kaye’s wetness had soaked her panties and had moved down her leg. She continued to pull Kaye’s panties down and off.

Kaye was naked now, and flowing. Putting her hands up against the wall in front of her, Kaye held herself up so she wouldn’t fall, and opened her legs for Shirley.

“There seems to be a slight problem here hon,” Shirley said. “We can’t put on clean dry panties with you being soo wet, can we?” Kaye could only stand there, trembling from the excitement, and opened her legs further for this mature woman.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of this” Shirley said as she brought her hand and mouth to Kaye’s pussy. Opening her lips and pushing her tongue inside Kaye as much as she could, she tasted and swallowed all the young pussy honey she could get. Her fingers felt the folds of Kaye’s cunt while Shirley masturbated herself with her other hand.

Kaye started shaking and began humping Shirley’s tongue. She was sensing a huge feeling inside her pussy that was becoming uncontrollable, so Kaye let it go. Her first orgasm from a woman over-powered her as she let out a moan.

Shirley had heard of women squirters before, but this was the first time a woman ever squirted in her mouth. It was all she could do to keep up with this young woman by swallowing hard and fast.

Cleaning and tongue bathing her was a pleasure in itself. Kaye regained control and turned around to Shirley just as she was standing up. They brought their lips together and softly kissed while their hands felt the others breasts and pussy.

This was the first pussy that Kaye had felt. She had kept her pussy hair short, but Shirley had shaven hers smooth. Kaye started to explore this naked woman between her legs with her fingers as she felt Shirley’s fingers press up and move inside her. Shirley’s other hand had moved up and was squeezing her breast and she could taste her own honey on Shirley’s tongue and lips.

Feeling Shirley’s shaven pussy and her full breasts was turning Kaye on more and she just had to return the cunt-licking favor back to this woman.

Kaye broke off the kiss and slowly knelt down in front of Shirley and opened her legs. Shirley leaned back against the wall as Kaye brought her mouth and one hand to her sex.

Watching Shirley’s bare pussy coming closer to her lips, Kaye brought her hand up between those legs as she stuck her tongue out and moved closer. A sweet honey taste greeted her as she started licking all around. Bringing her fingers up to Shirley’s pussy, Kaye felt her opening up and easily slipped two fingers inside to soak them.

Feeling herself loosing control, Shirley brought her hands up to hold Kaye’s head and started to fuck her face. She just knew she was flowing honey to Kaye’s mouth, and was lapping it all up, turning her on more and more.

Kaye was swallowing all the honey from Shirley while finger fucking her. Deciding to explore a little more, Kaye took her pussy soaked fingers out of Shirley and started rubbing her tight ass hole.

She could hear Shirley start moaning and opening up to her finger prodding, so she kept pushing her fingers up and inside until she was fucking her with them. This cihangir escort continued until all of this overtook Shirley and she came over and over.

After a good tongue bath, Kaye stood up and they each kissed again. Each could taste the others honey on their tongues. They stayed like that a few minutes until Shirley suggested they try on the matching bra and panties. They looked so good, Shirley decided to buy them each the black matching robe that went with it.

After dressing and gathering up their stuff, they left the private dressing room. As they passed one of the rooms, they both herd an “Oh god yes, please, oh god” from a woman inside.

Kaye turned to Shirley with a surprise look on her face. Shirley explained that the staff looks the other way for women who buy plenty of things here and to keep quiet about it. After all, Shirley told her, she too may want to bring a friend here sometime to shop, and play.

And then, there was Mr. Henderson.

Being their babysitter, Kaye would spend many nights there at their home watching the two year old. Yes, the terrible two’s. It was enough to keep Kaye busy but after all, the Henderson’s paid her well.

This one particular night, Kaye decided to explore the video selection after they both left for a party and wouldn’t be back until late. After getting the baby to sleep, Kaye started her search. The Henderson’s had a ton of movies. Some were kind of corny and others were just boring. Kaye kept looking at the entire selection until, she found them.

They were all the way in the back. Lots of them all stacked up. Kaye decided to pull them all out and look at them each. There were girl-girl, mature women and younger girls (like what Mrs. Henderson and her had done the week before), women being gangbanged and straight in and out.

There was one in particular that caught her eye. It was called cum all over me. A woman would be in the center of a room, and about twenty naked guys would come in and start masturbating all over her while she would give a blowjob to one guy at a time.

One cock after another would explode and send it’s cum all over the woman’s face and down her naked body while she kept up her blowjobs. The guy would just pull back from her mouth and shoot his cum on her lips and then she would lick her lips clean. Then, another guy would stick his cock in her mouth while the others kept exploding on her face.

It didn’t take long before the woman would be glazed over with cum. After that, another woman would come in with twenty new guys to do the same thing. There were ten women and their men on that DVD.

Kaye just had to have this movie, but she didn’t want to steal it. Instead, she decided to make a copy on their computer. It was easy and only took 20 minutes. Kaye used the time to check out some porn sites to get herself ready.

After visiting her favorite sites on the internet, and putting all the DVD’s away, she checked on the baby, took the copy up to the spare bedroom the Henderson’s let her sleep in and started watching the show.

She had seen porn before, but never like this. There was soo many cocks, and soo much cum. Each woman had been covered from head to toe before the men were done. Kaye would watch closely as each woman would take a mans cock in her mouth and start moving and sucking. Some of the woman would blow the men fast, some would use their hands, but all were naked and covered with cum. Some even loved cocks in their ass.

Kaye now had to have Shirley’s dildo. Her pussy was in need of attention. She got up and checked on the baby again, then went to the master bedroom. Shirley had told her where to look, just in case she needed them. Sure enough, they were all there. Kaye grabbed the larger black vibrating one and headed back to the spare room.

The DVD was a four hour long special and Kaye guessed it was about half done with five of the ten women completed. She had started to shake again from being so excited. All this sex with these women giving out blowjobs, getting fucked in their pussies and ass, then having these men cum all over them just turned her on to no end.

Kaye stripped off her clothes and turned off the lights. She put a couple of towels under her ass since she knew she would be squirting tonight. She hit the remote and started watching the number six woman find her place in the room, kneel down and smiled really big to watch nothing but huge black men and their large cocks surround this mature white woman and her large hanging breasts.

One of the guys from behind her started pushing her forward until she was on her hands and knees. A guy in front of her stepped up and pushed his cock in her mouth, and started pumping. The woman’s large full breasts started swaying back and forth. The guy behind her reached down and started pushing his fingers inside her and feeling her pussy.

When she was wet and sloshing, the guy moved up on his knees and stuck his long black cock all feriköy escort the way in. The woman let out a long moan while another guy moved up to her mouth as she switched from black cock to black cock, sucking and fucking them for all she could. While these black men were fucking her, they started calling her every cum slut pig cocksucking name while she did her best to take each monster cock deep inside.

The dildo Kaye found was also big and black as she started pumping the vibrating monster in and out of her pussy. Wave after wave of orgasms came and made Kaye’s body shake uncontrollably. She was way too turned on to stop. Her pussy had developed a deep hunger now that could only be satisfied with more attention.

Shirley had way too much to drink and all but passed out at the party. They had been there a couple of hours and it was time to go home. Mr. Henderson was not too pleased about all of this. After his workout in the pool, he wanted some attention himself. His balls were throbbing and he needed some release, but it wouldn’t be from her tonight.

After driving home with his drunk and passed out wife, he had to resort to his fireman’s carry, and take her upstairs to bed. David pulled the blanket and sheets to the bed down with one hand, sat his wife on the edge, took off all her clothes, laid her down and covered her up and turned the lights off. Leave it to her to start snoring. Real nice hon.

David first checked on the baby, then moved downstairs and mixed himself a drink, then another. He was feeling better now.

He wondered how Kaye was sleeping in the spare room. He sat his drink down and moved down the hall to notice the door was open and the light from the TV was showing. He expected her to be asleep.

When he peaked in, he thought he was in a dream. Kaye was on the bed, on her back with her legs wide, eyes shut tight, moaning and pumping a huge black dildo in and out of her now shaven pussy.

David’s cock jumped up and was instantly hard. He looked at the TV and saw the DVD movie that was playing. He remembered this one from a long time ago, but thought it had been thrown out. That’s why, he thought, Kaye was fucking herself silly.

Kaye was in her own world now. She didn’t need to watch the DVD anymore. She was pretending that she was now the center of attention of unlimited black cocks. Kaye imagined sucking for cum, fucking for cum and being covered with all the white goo these studs were aiming on her. She could almost feel the hot sperm hitting her flesh from head to toe as she was on all fours, like a dog, sucking and fucking and swallowing.

She didn’t know Mr. Henderson was standing over her.

David’s cock was actually hurting from swelling so hard. As carried away as she was, he didn’t think she would come out of this trance she was in. He just had to have some release, even just to jack off. So he slowly took off all his clothes and sat them by the door.

He turned around naked with his throbbing balls and swollen cock, and walked back to Kaye just in time to watch her squirt all over her hand and the dildo she was fucking herself with. David had also heard of squirters, but had never seen a woman do it like Kaye was doing now. He stepped closer to Kaye as she kept moaning.

David couldn’t believe he was watching Kaye do this. This was such a turn on, he just had to close his eyes and burn this memory in his brain so he could memorize all this.

Kaye was imagining sucking on cock after cock and having each one dump its load inside her throat. The sounds of each woman screaming at the studs to fuck her pussy and ass kept her wanting a real cock. She took the dildo out of her pussy and placed it to her lips and started sucking. Her own honey tasted so much like Shirley’s, that she started to deep throat this dildo as her hands fucked her pussy.

David took another look at Kaye on the bed. Now she was finger fucking herself and deep throating that black dildo. He stepped closer to her and again closed his eyes to burn this memory in his brain.

Kaye was out of control, as this was the most turned on she had ever been. This DVD had worked it’s magic on her. She just had to have some cock and wondered how she could get Mr. Henderson to fuck her when they got home. She didn’t have to wait.

After Kaye took the dildo out of her mouth and sat it down, she looked up to see Mr. Henderson masturbating himself over her. She watched in amazement as his cock was huge and his balls were swinging back and forth.

All these times looking at this cock in his Speedos, wondering what it really looked like. It was big, swollen and shaved. A bare cock for her own shaved twat she thought as she moved up to sit in front of him on the edge of the bed. Her mouth was level with his cock head as she leaned forward and opened her mouth.

Kaye brought her arms up. She quickly moved David’s arm and hand away from his cock, took his fuck stick deep in her mouth, then brought both hands around to his ass cheeks to hold him there. Kaye finally had him, and was now going to suck him hard.

Shock and fear spread through David. He opened his eyes to see Kaye taking all of him in her mouth and down her throat. He tried to move away, but her hands dug her fingernails in his cheeks and he was trapped. David looked back down at Kaye as she was looking up at him, and smiling.

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The Duchess’s Christmas ball was a complete bore. Narrow minded snobby upper class nobles were not who Kathrina really wanted to spend time with. Her father had insisted that she attend in hopes of finding a proper husband for her, maybe. Her mind drifted only to her coven. That was where she longed to be, standing in a circle of power with her coven in the forest. Tonight was the celebration of the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year. Her father’s stern words echoed in her ears “…you will not take part in those practices ever again…you will learn…” Instead she sat in a far corner wearing an uncomfortably tight fancy dress, softly crying to herself watching others have the freedom to celebrate their own holiday. She wanted to celebrate too, but just not here. Wiping her stray tears with the sleeve of her dress she noticed two young men eyeing her.

They looked to be in their early 20s; both fashioned long hair tied in a ponytail. Kathrina smiled to herself. She was going to enjoy the night even if she could not partake in the Winter Solstice celebration. Besides, it might be worth while to give her father more headaches and create new rumors for herself. She arose from the little love seat she had occupied and strode light as air to the young men. She passed those snobby nobles as they cheered ‘Happy Christmas, have a great New Year’ to each other. They were such liars. Many of the women stared crossly at her probably wishing a thousand horrible things upon her. Kathrina made sure to smile and nod to the men that dared meet her glance in front of their wives.

She stopped directly in front of the two men, interrupting whatever conversation they had been having. “Hello ma’lady. I take it you noticed are staring at you. I apologize it was rude of us.” The man that spoke had light brown hair with lovely green eyes. The silent man was the most attractive, having shiny onyx tresses with icy blue eyes.

“Your apology is accepted, however, I came over wondering if you gentlemen would help me locate the Duchess’s bedroom.” Kathrina said feeling as if her heart would explode in her chest from pure excitement.

They looked at each other and the one with the lovely green eyes spoke again, “But, ma’lady why would you want to find the Duchess’s bedroom?”

“Help me find it and I will tell you.” She smiled at them. In her head she was chanting to the Goddess for strength and grace. “My name is Kathrina and I’m completely bored with this Christmas ball that my father forced me to attend.”

“I am Nicolas denizköşkler escort and this is my cousin Michael. He is visiting from Italy and does not yet speak English very well.” Nicolas, the green eyed one spoke as he took Kathrina’s extended hand and gently kissed it. She looked Michael up and down, thinking he would be beautiful naked. “Fine then, I am a bit curious of why a noble young lady would need in the Duchess’s bedroom. I presume that her Lady’s bedroom would he upstairs.”

“I would image probably the fanciest, richest room.” Kathrina added, wrinkling her nose up. She found the Duchess’s vanity and outrageous behavior disgusting. They proceeded to the large extravagant stairwell. All the guests were too busy now with dinner being served that no one paid any attention to the three of them. The guests would soon be stuffing themselves with duck and Christmas cakes. She noticed that Nicolas and Michael were glaring at her again. They looked her up and down, seeming to like her hips particularly. She smiled. “It is rather uncomfortable, this dress. I would rather be Skyclad. You men don’t have to wear these heavy annoying dresses with tons of lace and strings with petticoats.”

“Maybe not ma’lady, and for good reason. I don’t know any man alive who could make lace and strings look so beautiful.” Nicolas commented, testing her. Kathrina smiled to herself, reveling in the feel of excitement. They made their way down a corridor, which held at least ten different rooms. Priceless paintings hung every so feet down the hallway and occasionally a pedestal holding a vase of Christmas flowers dotted the hallway. They had checked every room but one along the hallway, none seemed to be fit for the Duchess. The last room at the very end of the hall was locked.

“This must be it, but it is locked.” Kathrina whimpered in defeat.

“Yes, but hold on.” Nicolas turned to Michael and they spoke in their native Italian tongue.

Michael smiled, “Not problem, segnorina.” His accent was so thick and Kathrina found it to be unbelievably sexy. From his inside coat pocket he pulled out a small tool. Watching in amazement Kathrina realized he was picking the Lady’s bedroom lock. Within seconds a loud CLICK was heard and Michael opened the door. The room was beautiful! It smelled of cinnamon and holiday cheer. The Duchess did love Christmas and her room was adored with scented candles, pine cones, wreaths, poinsettias, and priceless other valuables. She heard Michael alemdağ escort lock the door behind them.

“Now, ma’lady, what is it you needed in here for?” Nicolas asked. He looked her over more closely. Her breasts were full, sitting high on her chest thanks to her tight corset. Her waist tapered inward then curved outward for her rather wide hips. He dared to step closer to her, touching her cheek with his right hand.

“I would like you both to help me celebrate the holiday. Since I cannot be with my own clansman and celebrate my own holiday because my father is shrouded by ignorance, I will embarrass him by being a complete slut. The rumors will spread tomorrow that I was seen with two attractive men with gleaming smiles. No man in this village will want to wed me and he will toss me out of his home and I can be with my coven. It will surely be the death of him.” She grinned a bewitching look overtaking her face. “Do you mind helping me out of these annoying confinements?”

Nicolas spoke to Michael and together they untied, unbuttoned and unlaced Kathrina from her prison. Her puffy velvet dress lay in a heap on the floor and she stood staring at them in the nude. Moving gracefully she danced to the Duchess’s bed and made herself a seat. “Please, I believe it is your turn to undress.”

She laughed as their fingers hurriedly unbuttoned their shirts and trousers. Michael grew restless struggling with a stubborn button and ripped his dress shirt the rest of the way off. Nicolas approached the bed, standing in front of Kathrina. He was semi hard and getting more excited by the minute. Without a question Kathrina wrapped her small hand around his shaft and stroked him. His eyes were lowered, watching her head lean in close to his warm genitals. Her lips surrounded the tip of his penis and she sucked inward until his balls were against her chin. Nicolas was wide, not too long, but so wide. Kathrina was getting wet just thinking about what it would feel like in her. Michael had crept up behind her on the bed and helped her to lie on her back. She had both men on either side of her face now, begging to be sucked. Michael’s penis looked delicious, long and thick, but not as wide as Nicolas. They rolled together until she was on top of Michael and Nicolas laid to the side watching. Michael whispered Italian into her ear; she had no idea what he spoke, but didn’t really care. Holding herself up off him a bit Kathrina spread her pussy lips apart. Her folds were slick and sticky akbatı escort from her lust. Michael griped her hips and bore her down unto his shaft. Kathrina moaned loudly from being filled with the thick Italian man. Her insides were like velvet caressing his skin. She seemed to melt all around his dick and the tightness was almost painfully. Kathrina felt so free at this moment.

Suddenly Nicolas’s palms on her ass snapped her back to reality. He was pushing her front torso down and moving her legs closer to Michael’s sides. Her eyes rolled up into her head as he fingered her clit. Soon the sticky goo was dripping all over her thighs. She gritted her teeth as an orgasm rippled through her tiny form. Michael could feel her orgasms as the muscles tightened inside her. He slowly pulled his penis out, giving Nicolas a chance. To, Kathrina’s surprise she felt her cheeks being spread wide apart. “Hold on…what are you doing?”

“Just relax ma’lady.” He answered, then said something to Michael. Michael hands slide around to her ass and held her ass apart. Kathrina relaxed her backside, resting her head on Michael’s shoulder.

“It okay, signorina.” Michael cooed to her. He sent feather soft kisses all over her face.

Nicolas used the cum from Kathrina’s orgasm to lubricate his throbbing penis. Once slippery with her cum he pushed the head against her anus. Kathrina grunted into Michael’s ear as pain shot through her rectum. Slowly and gently Nicolas rocked his thickness into her tight little hole. When Kathrina’s hips began pushing back into Niculas’s thrusts Michael carefully slid his shaft back into her velvet softness.

Kathrina was in another world. She loved this new feeling of being completely filled by these men. Her hips met each thrust, all in time with each other. Nicolas was thrusting quick and deep into her ass while Michael’s wonderful dick was doing the same between her thighs. She squeezed a hand down between her body and Michael’s to her clit. She rolled the little bud between her fingers and began stroking it.

Their climax was coming close. Nicolas’s assault on her bum was becoming more violent; he was balls deep into her. Michael’s rock hard shaft was fucking her nice and slow now. She herself was cumming all over his penis. Nicolas began to cum, and it felt strange as he erupted his hot semen inside her anus. He slowly withdrew rolling onto his side. Michael flipped her over unto her back and brought them both to a mind-blowing orgasm. Together they curled up on the Duchess bed smelling of cinnamon, pine cones and hot sex.

Just for good measure, before Michael dressed Kathrina worked her magic on his cock again until he spurted hot goo all over the Duchess’s pillow. “That was the best celebration I’ve ever had at a boring Christmas ball. I will certainly have to attend one again.” Kathrina told them before they parted ways.

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