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The sun was just peeking over the horizon when I slid back the hatch cover and climbed up the short stairs to the deck of the Jenny Green. I had new clients coming on board at ten, and wanted to make sure everything was in order. Brandy had already cleaned the cabins, changed the sheets on the beds, and stocked up the galley. All that remained was to check the sails, rigging, and engine. After that, I’d make the short trip over to Fred’s to top off her water and fuel tanks, and get a couple extra quarts of oil.

The Jenny Green is fifty feet of grace sculpted in fiberglass and teak. She’s rigged to sail single-handed in a pinch, so the inexperience of my clients isn’t really a factor. She’s big enough to have two staterooms and captain’s and mate’s quarters, and carries a small galley with seating for six if they’re friendly. I can weather almost any wind that may blow up, but usually that isn’t a problem. The seas around Miami are pretty predictable except during hurricane season. When that time of year rolls around, I put her on her cradle and do my repairs.

One of the best parts of my job is the people who sail on my cruises. I get a feel for clients during phone calls and correspondence about the trip, and then, when I see them, I get to check out the picture I’ve put together. Sometimes, my hunches are on the money; sometimes, I’m so far off the mark it’s embarrassing. Wanda Sanders and Marilyn Beech are an example of the latter.

They phoned to inquire about a weeklong trip around the Keys. I asked if they wanted to help crew the boat.

“Good heavens, no”, said Wanda. “I’m fifty eight, and Marilyn’s fifty-nine. We don’t know the first thing about sailing. I just read this romance novel about a Caribbean cruise, and sailing seemed like it might be fun. Marilyn and I thought we’d try it out.”

Since the two women didn’t want to help, Brandy came along as my crew. Brandy’s my twenty-five year old assistant. While I’m off sailing the deep blue, Brandy takes care of my bookings, pays the bills, and checks in a couple times a day by radio. If I need anything, she arranges for it to be delivered at our next port of call. Brandy’s been sailing since she was old enough to hold a tiller and she can climb a mast like a monkey. She’s a big help when the weather gets a little rough. She also looks really great in a bikini, so she’s a big hit with our male clients. Unfortunately, I’m not her type. Brandy likes young, muscular guys. I’m forty-one, and the heaviest thing I like to lift is a scotch bottle. It’s probably better that we don’t have anything going. Office affairs never work out, even if the office is the cabin of a sailboat a hundred miles from the nearest port.

The first thing I noticed about Wanda and Marilyn was they looked a lot like our typical Miami senior citizens. It was pretty obvious that Wanda dyed her shoulder-length hair. I’ve seen a lot of redheads on these cruises, and natural red just doesn’t come that color. It did contrast well with the loose green blouse she wore, though. Marilyn had a silver blonde bob that I figured was probably real. Both women had pretty good legs, too, at least, the part I could see below their knee length shorts. Wanda wore a big floppy Mexican hat, to keep off the sun, I suppose, although it looked a little ridiculous. Marilyn wore an oversized T-shirt that said “World’s Best Grandma”, but she didn’t wear a hat. She had on one of those things that look like the bill of a baseball cap, but are just attached to a headband.

I noticed the second thing right after we’d passed the harbor buoy and I was setting the autopilot. I smelled perfume and felt the unmistakable swell of a breast pressing into my arm. Marilyn was looking over my shoulder and was leaning into me in the process. She wouldn’t have had to lean; Marilyn was in an awkward position that she could have easily avoided. I was getting the feeling it was going to be a different kind of cruise.

“Captain Rick, what does that thing do?”

“It’s an autopilot. I just set it for the compass heading I want, and the Jenny Green steers herself.”

“Oh my. Is it safe to do that? I thought you had to steer all the time, like in the movies.”

I noticed Marilyn was still leaning on me. Unless she was numb from the waist up, she had to notice it too, but it didn’t seem to bother her a bit.

“Well, I’ll still be here watching. The autopilot just lets me move around and adjust the sails if I have to.”

Marilyn removed her breast from my arm and beamed a big smile up at me.

“It’s a little scary, but if you say it’s safe, I’ll believe you.”

I looked up because her eyes had a dewy look that was a little disconcerting. Wanda was just climbing out of the hatch.

“Mari’, Brandy just showed me the tiniest little bar downstairs. I know it’s still before lunch, but I just had to make myself a sour. You simply must see it.” Wanda giggled. “You ought to go look in the drawer of your bed table, too.”

As both women disappeared bahis firmaları down the cabin hatch, I couldn’t help but grin.

When you’re on a boat, and out of sight of land, you can’t just jog down the street to the nearest convenience store. Everything my clients are likely to need has to be carried on board. Some clients would be reluctant to ask for certain personal items, so Brandy came up with the idea of our “cruise survival kit”. In the bed table drawer is a plastic bag containing sample size bottles of shampoo and hand lotion, a tin of aspirins, a comb, a razor and small can of shaving cream, and a sample can of spray deodorant. The bag also contains a purse-size box of panty liners and a dozen condoms – six plain and six with lube. I was pretty sure the condoms were what had Wanda giggling.

Brandy joined me at the wheel.

“They’re down there having a great time. Good thing we’ve got two quarts of bourbon on board. Wanda apparently likes her bourbon. Marilyn’s drinking scotch and water. They both seem like nice old gals. Wanda told me I was pretty, and said she wished her butt was as tight as mine.”

“Well, they’re friendly, that’s for sure. And as for tight butts…,” I glanced down at Brandy’s little shorts, “I think I like a little more meat on a woman. It’s that old thing about a cushion for the pushin’, you know.”

Brandy slapped me on the arm.

“Rick, they might hear you. They’re nice ladies. Besides, if you don’t like my ass, all you have to do is fire me and hire somebody’s Grandma. She probably won’t put up with your shit like I do, but her ass’ll be bigger.”

“Nah. I think I’ll keep you. You got a little butt, but you can sail the pants off anybody else I know.”

“And, you wish I’d sail yours off, right? Well, you keep hoping and I’ll keep sailing, but don’t hold your breath.”

“There is always hope, but I’ve learned about holding one’s breath. One is likely to turn blue if one waits for a certain deck hand to come to her senses.”

“Oh, I’ve already got all my senses. That’s why you’re still hoping.”

Brandy stuck out her little pink tongue.

“Well, it’s about twelve, so I’ll go fix their lunch. They’re going to sunbathe after they eat. Maybe I’ll put on my bikini – that little white number that always makes you get all google-eyed – and you can compare.”

I ate lunch with Wanda and Marilyn while Brandy took the helm. They were a couple of fun women. Both were widows from Chicago, and seemed to be best friends. I could picture them walking laps around the mall on alternate mornings and playing bingo every Saturday night. They laughed at my jokes, and chuckled when I flirted a little. It was soon time for me to take over for Brandy, and I excused myself. Wanda touched my arm as I turned to leave.

“Captain Rick, will there be many other boats around on this cruise?”

“Probably not, but you’re safe enough. The Jenny Green is a very sound boat, and we have lots of safety equipment in the event of a problem.

“Oh, I wasn’t worried about that. We’re going to sunbathe, and, well…, were not sure how many people would want to see that.”

I assured her that I’d warn them if I saw another boat, and went back on deck. Brandy and I were watching a cruise ship a few miles off to port when she poked me in the ribs.

“Rick, I’ll be damned. Would you look at that.”

Wanda and Marilyn had come on deck. Each carried one of my big white towels, a bottle of suntan lotion, and a fresh drink. Each was dressed in flip-flops, and nothing else except a big grin on her face. Wanda saw us staring and walked over.

“Captain Rick, you don’t mind if we sunbathe like this, do you? We used to go to a camp just outside Chicago, but it closed up. Since our husband’s passed on, we’ve been afraid to try another one by ourselves. We figured out here, we could go naked and nobody would care.”

I assured them it was fine with me. They grinned when I added that I might be looking from time to time. The two women sat down on the cockpit cushions and started putting on their lotion. Brandy punched me in the ribs again and grinned.

“OK, you horny old letch. I’m gonna go clean up the galley, but I’ll be watching you. You leave the nice ladies alone, even if you do like meaty butts.”

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Wanda rubbed lotion on Marilyn’s back. She seemed to enjoy doing that almost as much as Marilyn enjoyed the feeling. They switched places. Wanda shivered when the lotion dropped on her back, but closed her eyes when Marilyn touched her.

This was getting interesting. I realized I’d never seen an older woman nude before. They were really pretty sexy. Their butts were wider than Brandy’s but not at all fat, and if Wanda and Marilyn were representative, everything I’d heard about sagging breasts was grossly overstated. They had a few freckles here and there, and the hair on their mounds was a little sparse, but overall, they looked pretty damn good. I was daydreaming kaçak iddaa a little about how it would be to snuggle up to those soft breasts when Marilyn slipped her hand over Wanda’s butt and between her thighs. She didn’t leave the hand there very long, but my daydream evaporated into thin air.

We’ve cruised with lesbians before, and we’ve cruised with gay men. It’s all part of dealing with the public, and it doesn’t really bother me. Each to his own, and all that. True, I would rather the gay men kept their affection out of sight, but that’s just a personal preference rather than a prejudice. Brandy was going to die when I told her she was the one who’d have to watch out on this cruise.

It’s not unusual for the crew of a cruise boat to have the opportunity for a little lovemaking with a their clients. I’ve had wives come on to me right in front of their husbands. It’s usually best to ignore the invitation. A husband tends to become upset if he thinks the captain of the boat is fucking around with his wife, and I don’t relish the idea of swimming home. There have been a few occasions when the husband was a “watcher”, but I politely decline those offers, too. Call me modest, but having some guy watch me ball his wife is not my cup of tea. Kinda worries me that I might feel something knocking at my back door while I’m plugged in and pumping away, too. I’ll take my screwing one-on-one and in private, thank you. Brandy gets more than her share of passes, and she’s of like mind.

I’d be lying if I said it’s never happened. Neither Brandy nor I are prudes; if the situation is right, and the chemistry is there, things happen as they will. We just don’t accommodate any and all requests. Brandy says that’d make her feel like a hooker, and I agree.

About five, Wanda and Marilyn went below to shower and dress for dinner. We pulled into our berth in Key Largo about six, and had them seated at Gibbey’s Crab House by seven. We were having the shrimp appetizer and looking over the menu when Marilyn sighed.

“Well, I just don’t know what to order. We’ve had crabs before, but I don’t remember which kind. They were pretty small, I think. That stuff the doctor gave us for ’em tasted just awful, so I don’t want that kind again.”

Brandy snorted her iced tea through her nose, and about fell out of her chair. I nearly choked on my shrimp until Wanda pounded me on the back. Marilyn had a devilish grin on her face.

“Gotcha there, didn’t I?”

I was starting to like Wanda and Marilyn. They were full of life and full of themselves. They’d lived too long to care much what anybody thought of them or what they did, and it gave them the freedom to do whatever turned their fancy. They fancied having fun.

We left Key Largo at nine the next morning, bound for Key West. On every cruise, we try to stay on the water at least one night. There’s nothing like sailing under a clear sky. Since there are no artificial lights around, the stars shine like diamonds and the moon glows like burnished silver. The weather forecast called for miles of visibility and a light breeze. Tonight would be a fine night for cruising.

The Wanda and Marilyn lazed around on deck naked all day, just as they had the day before. I was amazed at how comfortable they were. They’d not met either Brandy or me until a couple days ago, and yet, they were completely at ease laying on the deck cushions with their legs raised or spread apart so the sun could get to their inner thighs. If they itched, they scratched, no matter where the itch was. I confided to Brandy that all this bare skin was getting to me.

“I’ve seen you like this before, you horny old fart. Any bare skin gets to you. On that first cruise, you kept having me bend over to pick up things, just to see if my boobs’d fall out of my top. I figured I’d have to lock myself in my cabin before we got back.”

“You know you weren’t in any danger. I was a perfect gentleman. If you were so afraid, why’d you stay on?”

“Well, I got to thinking about it, and figured if you did try anything, I’d just sue your skinny ass off. Then, I’d own the Jenny Green, and I’d go hire me a couple o’ hunks for deck hands. Pretty good plan, huh?

Brandy flashed me a dazzling smile.

“Besides, I know you’re harmless. You’re forty-one.”

I ignored the shot at my age. One of these days, I’m gonna show her just how harmless I am. Well, no, I won’t, but I’d like to.

“Well, much more of this, and I’m gonna be wanting to see how many times forty-one goes into fifty-nine on the bow. Of course, you’d probably have a better chance than me. That interest you at all?”

She laughed.

“If what you say about them is true, it’ll be seeing how many times forty-one goes into the five on the end of your wrist. As for the other, yeah, I’ve thought about that a time or two. I don’t know what I’d do if it really happened. Never looked for the opportunity to find out.”

After dinner, we sat on deck with cocktails and watched the sun sink kaçak bahis into the ocean. Right on cue, the moon came up and bathed the ocean in glistening, silver ripples. I love it when Nature cooperates.

About ten, Marilyn said she wasn’t sleepy and asked if anyone wanted to play cribbage. Wanda said she was tired and was going to bed. That left Brandy and me. We’d agreed on a four and four watch that night. I’d drawn the first four hours. Brandy said she’d play for a while, and the women all went below deck. I heard voices coming up the companionway for about a half-hour, and then everything got quiet.

Night sailing is a fantastic way to travel. You get everything trimmed out just right and then just sit back and enjoy. I heard the familiar frothy sound of the cutwater breaking the surface, and a quiet gurgle as the wake formed at the stern. A light breeze was blowing just hard enough to fill the sails and send the Jenny Green on her way. The whisper in the rigging was the kiss of wind on wire and cloth, and sang of the love affair between air and water and the caress of a sleek hull on moon-silvered waves. I leaned back in the chair behind the helm and looked up at the stars. A billion pinpoints of light beamed down through the soft white cloud of the Milky Way.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it.”

I’d been so absorbed I hadn’t heard Wanda come up the hatchway. She was standing beside me with two coffee cups in her hands, but my eyes didn’t linger long on those. The moonlight highlighted her hair with glints of fire and turned her black lace gown to transparent mist. I suppose it was her normal sleeping attire, and it didn’t hide anything. The lace draped sensuously over her breasts and hips, and accented every curve. After seeing her naked for two days, I thought I was immune to her curves, but that black lace changed everything.

“Yes. I love sailing at night.”

Wanda held out one of the cups.’

“Brandy made some coffee before they started playing. I couldn’t sleep after all, and got up to drink a cup. Thought you might like one, too.”

“Yeah, I would. Thanks.”

Wanda sat down on one of the cockpit seats and stretched her legs out on the cushions. We stared up at the stars for a while.

“What’s that funny looking bunch of stars up there called?”

“Where?”

“Right up there. Come sit over here so I can show you.”

Wanda put her right foot on the deck and patted the cushion beside her. When I sat down, she leaned over, took my face in her hands and gently pointed it toward the sky.

“There, that one with the stars in kind of a circle.”

I was finding it difficult to concentrate because her breasts were mashed against my back and she was breathing in my ear.

“Hmmm, I really don’t know. I can go get my star maps and find out if you’d like.”

Wanda leaned back, and I turned to face her.

“No, it’s not that important. Just looked different, that’s all. Say, would it be all right if I put my other leg up?. It’s kind of uncomfortable the way it is.”

Before I could answer, she’d lifted her leg and set it across my thighs. The gown had ridden up almost to her waist. I guessed Wanda didn’t sleep in panties, because she wasn’t wearing any.

“Ah, that feels better. Your coffee OK?”

“Yes, it’s fine. How’d you know I like cream and sugar?”

“I watched Brandy this morning. She’s a pretty girl, I think. She seems to like you, too. You and her ever…, you know, have a little tumble between the sheets?”

“No. She works for me, and I don’t think those boss/employee things ever work out right.”

“I suppose you’re right. Marilyn thinks Brandy’s pretty too. ‘Course, Marilyn says the same thing about me. Marilyn’s a little different, if you haven’t noticed. Has been since her George passed away.”

I was thinking they were both a little different. I was also thinking Marilyn was right about both women.

“She’s right about one thing. You’re pretty good looking. You both are.”

“For our ages, you mean.”

“No, for being any age.”

“Really? Well, my boobs aren’t where they used to be and my butt isn’t high and firm like Brandy’s.” Wanda chuckled. “I guess you know that already, since we’ve been traipsing around the boat naked for two days.”

“There’s nothing wrong with either, if you ask me.”

“Oh, come on. Wouldn’t you like these better if they were up here?”

Wanda had cupped her breasts and lifted them about an inch higher. I noticed her nipples seemed larger and they pushed out the lace.

“No, they look fine where they were.”

“Well then, how about my butt. Here, feel it and tell me if it’s too soft.”

Wanda grabbed my hand and quickly pulled it to her left butt cheek. Before I knew it, I was off balance and falling toward her. I caught my weight with my right arm as we went down on the cushion together. Her breasts pressed into my chest and she wrapped her arms around me. My waist was cradled between her thighs, and she seemed to have moved them closer together. I realized our faces were only inches apart. Her eyes glowed deep blue in the moonlight.

“Well, what do you think.” Wanda’ voice was a throaty whisper. “Is it too soft?”

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PT. One: ~ Interesting Beginning~

“I’ll just ignore it,” I thought to myself.

Just 5 minutes ago, I never imagined that this could be happening. I have always been a thoughtful person. I try to help anyone I can. So, when my husband’s cousin and his family needed a place to stay, I offered them our spare room. Although it wasn’t the biggest room in the house, I knew that it could hold Dillan, his wife, Vickie, and their girlfriend, Jessica. Their three children would have to share my children’s room. They had brought their own mattress to sleep on, but in order to save room, they didn’t bring the box springs or the frame. During the day, they would lean the mattress against the wall to gain more space in their small room.

Vickie wasn’t a bad looking woman. She was a taller woman than I am, by almost 3 inches. She weighed a bit more than I do as well. She’s not the “Barbie” type woman, but after having three children, who would be? Even with her out-of-shape body, she still looked quite good when she dressed and fixed herself up. She had long, medium brown colored hair, which she kept fixed. And, she always wore make-up, just enough to enhance her facial features. We became semi-close after she moved in, which made Jessica pretty jealous.

Jessica, being this couple’s girlfriend for sexual pleasures, was beginning to think I was trying to steal them away from her. And even though I wasn’t, the thought still tickled me. Only because I could- if I wanted. Jessica was shorter than me, and she also weighed more. But for her height, it didn’t look good on her. She had medium length, dark brown hair that she never fixed up. She always wore T-shirts and jeans, which did not flatter her at all. Her body shape was the classic “tear drop” shape. To me, I could not see any reason why they would choose her for a mutual girlfriend.

Now, even though I have Jessica beat, I don’t think of myself as a “Beauty Queen” either. I stand an average 5 foot 5 inches. I weigh about 160 pounds. I have long light brown hair that I keep permed and at the time I also had a very intense blonde frost. I have hazel eyes with small frame glasses. I dress slouchy around the home, but when I go out, I wear “painted on” jeans and blouses. And, in my own opinion, when I am all dressed up, with my make-up on, I don’t look that bad at all. I definitely look better than either of them. Don’t get me wrong, I do not think I am gorgeous or anything, I have always thought of myself as ugly or merely pretty.

At the time, my husband and I were separated due to his insane jealousy. He accused me of sleeping with Dillan, which I had not done. I’m the type that doesn’t handle false accusations very well. So, when Vickie complained about her back hurting from sleeping on the floor, I offered her to sleep in my queen size bed along with me since there was so much room. She thanked me for the offer, but totally refused, since she didn’t want to sleep without her husband. Dillan wasn’t a hunk of any sort. But, in his own way, he was still sexy. He had long, dark brown, natural wavy hair. He was about 5 foot 8 and weighed about 190 pounds. He appeared to be a cuddly teddy bear with beautiful blue, “bedroom” eyes. So, when he jokingly mentioned that he would join us so she could help her back, I said that was fine. Vickie asked me again if it was OK, and I reassured her that it was.

So thus began the most interesting time of my life. Jessica was very jealous about the whole thing. She was used to being the “third wheel” in their life. And even though they were only going to sleep in the same bed with me, she was acting as if I had already engaged in sex with them. That night, we all settled down for sleep. Dillan settled into the middle of the bed, with me on his right and Vickie on his left side. I was pretty tired and was close to dream land when the bed starting rocking slowly. I knew immediately what was happening, but since it was between them, I decided to ignore it.

“I’ll just ignore it,” I thought to myself.

But, after the rhythm started speeding up, it was getting kind of hard to ignore. It had been a while since I had any type of sexual activity. And the motion of the bed and the quiet moaning from Vickie was beginning to turn me on. So, I pretended that I was asleep, hoping they couldn’t tell otherwise. Finally, I heard a low moan from Dillan and was relieved that it was over. But was I surprised! Dillan turned on his side, facing my back. The noise and motion was soon gone. So I moved just a bit to get comfortable.

Just as I was resettling myself, I felt a hand on my left breast. I knew immediately it was Dillan. I turned my head towards him and he gave me a silent sign to remain quiet. He then began to gently rub and fondle my, by then, very hot pussy. He let out a very quiet snicker when he realized that I was damp. He then moved the crotch of my panties to the side and slowly began fingering me. By then, my built up desire was very evident. I started rocking to canlı bahis his rhythm so he removed his fingers and slowly slid his cock into my pussy and began to slowly gyrate his hips. I have always been the type that enjoyed hard, fast and deep sexual intercourse. But this change in speed was mystifying. And the desire I had inside caused me to cum very quickly. Not to mention that he was a lot bigger in length and width than I had been used to. He felt my body tense up from my orgasm and began filling me up himself. Once it all was finished, he fell asleep with his arm around me and his now slippery and softening cock still inside of me. I spent the next ten or so minutes praying that Vickie wouldn’t wake up and see this sight.

The next morning, I kept getting dagger stares from Jessica and very weird looks from Vickie. I knew Jessica’s reason, and I just knew that Vickie found out what had happened the night before. So, once Vickie went to work, I caught Dillan by himself and questioned him about Vickie’s looks. All he done was snicker devilishly and told me that he’d explain it later. I was in true suspense after his reply. But I knew I had to wait.

PT. Two: ~ Shocking Surprise ~

After quite a few hours of intense suspense, Dillan sent Jessica out to the store. Just as she pulled out of the drive way, he called me into their bedroom and asked me to sit down.

“Are you still wondering why Vickie was looking at you strangely this morning?” he asked with a smirk.

Wondering what the smirk was for, I told him of course I was.

“Well, Vickie told me that she really enjoyed sleeping in a bed again. She wanted me to ask if she- well- we could sleep in there again tonight.” He paused a moment and lit a cigarette. In this pause, I began to answer him, thinking he was through, but he interrupted.

“And she asked me to tell you that she likes you.” he interrupted.

“Well, Dillan, I like her, too. She’s a very nice…”

“No, she really likes you. And she wants to share me with you.” he interrupted again.

“Do you mean me and her on you?” I asked. Sharing a man with a woman was one of my unfulfilled fantasies. So, the thought of maybe getting this chance, aroused me. I could never have even imagined what he really meant. So what he said next, literally took me by surprise.

“No,” he replied, “Us all over each other. Her and you on me, You and her together- everything.”

“What??!” I was totally taken aback. I never in a million years expected that. I did have that fantasy, but I never even thought of being with another woman. I had always thought of it as being sick. What could a woman even have to offer another woman? While I was still lost in my thoughts, he spoke again.

“From your reaction, I can tell your answer. I honestly think that she won’t be able to sleep in there again if you can’t or won’t accept her offer. It would just feel too awkward to her. But I will tell her your answer when she comes home.”

“I-I’m sorry, Dillan. It’s just that I’ve never- never…” I stammered.

He then snickered and calmly said, “Once a tongue starts working on you, it doesn’t matter who the tongue belongs to- male or female- as long as they’re good.”

At that response, all I could muster was that I’d think about it. Then I went into the living room to play around on my computer. My mind was going in circles. I knew that I didn’t want to be with another woman. But on the other hand, after my tiny “taste” of his thick rod last night, I hungrily wanted more. Soon after, Jessica came back from the store and shot me another one of her evil looks. I laughed to my self thinking that if she knew what had happened last night, she would surely be jealous. And not too long afterwards, Vickie came back through the door and handed me a rose she had picked up for me. This embarrassed me just a tad. I hoped she didn’t think that I had agreed to anything. But I never said a word. I just thanked her for the surprise gift and left it up to Dillan to explain things to her.

About 20 minutes later, Vickie and Jessica came through the living room headed out the door, saying that they were going to get something for supper. Again, as soon as the vehicle left the drive, Dillan called me back into the bedroom. I went in there not knowing what to expect at this point.

“She said that she understands your hesitation, and was wondering if we can sleep in there with you again. Her back has just been hurting her so.” He explained.

I saw his cute little devilish grin again and began thinking of our little sneaky fun we had the night before. And hoping that he had plans to do the same tonight, I told him sure.

“I have back problems myself so I can understand her situation” I replied.

“Great,” he said, “she’ll be thrilled to hear this.” Then he shot me another one of his cute devil grins.

When the ladies returned, Dillan gave Vickie a quick wink and she looked over at me and smiled. I was eagerly awaiting bahis siteleri for bed time. It was the first time since my husband and I had separated. That big bed was just too empty with only me.

They didn’t even breathe a word to Jessica that they were once again sleeping with me until they started taking their pillows into my bedroom at bed time. This surely got me a very evil glance from her as she turned and gave Dillan a disapproving look. “We’ll see you in the morning, Jessica.” He teased her as we shut my bedroom door.

At this point, I received a very strange look from Vickie. And just as I was feeling uneasy about it, Dillan came up behind me and cupped my breasts in his hands. I turned my head to look at him and another hand stooped my face from turning. At that point, it hit me that it was Vickie’s hand. She then laid a very long and passionate kiss onto my lips. She used her tongue to explore every inch of my mouth. I had never received a kiss like this before. Dillan’s hands had moved over my body until one was rubbing the outline of my pussy through my shorts. The other hand had moved to the back of my head and the fingers of this hand were entangled in my hair. He had my head forcibly tilted back to allow Vickie easy access to my mouth. Vickie pulled her lips away from mine with a quick little nibble to my bottom lip as she stopped. Dillan had my shorts and panties removed before I knew it, and Vickie was leading me to my own bed. I laid down onto the same side of the bed I had slept on the night before. Vickie undid Dillan’s pants and removed them. She then proceeded to remove his shirt. Once fully unclothed, Dillan laid down in the middle of the bed. Vickie disrobed herself and positioned herself on top of him. She held his enormous cock in position as she slid her wet pussy onto him.

I remember thinking, “She got wet just from kissing me.” I then realized with a hint of horror that somewhere between her kiss and his touch, I was also wet. She started moving up and down in a slow motion. Keeping a steady rhythm, she reached over and began tweaking my left nipple. I instinctively flinched at her touch. I was just not used to the feel of a woman touching me in places that only men should touch and kissing me so passionately. She sped her pace up on his cock, growing faster and faster on each stroke. She was determined to keep hold of my nipple, though. As she got faster and faster with her ride, her hold on my nipple got harder and harder. I had never had my nipple tweaked in that manner and had never had any type of hard stimulation on them either. The pain shot in little spurts from my nipple. It was painful, yet pleasurable all at the same time. By the time her speed got to full force, my poor bed was rocking and shaking more than it had ever done. And my poor nipple was pulled and twisted until I thought it would lose it’s shape. At about the time I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, Vickie squealed with a very intense orgasm while pulling my nipple to it’s breaking point. She let go of my nipple and in one sudden movement, she was bent over kissing me once again. My passion was very high at this point and I actually caught myself kissing her in return. She pulled away from me, and again nibbled my bottom lip as she left. She then slid off of Dillan, removing his cock from her very moist pussy. I then realized that he had not cum yet.

He raised up from the bed and in one smooth motion, he had my knees to my chest and was below me. I glanced to my left to see Vickie lying in the bed. She had a very evil-looking grin on her face. A sudden touch at my pussy had me looking towards Dillan again. He was studying my pussy.

“Hey Sweetheart, she’s wet. She must have liked something you done.” he teased.

The thought of me enjoying something a woman did to me embarrassed me. But before I could respond, he had two fingers inside my pussy. He instantly started finger fucking me fast and hard. With the tweaking and kisses earlier, I was very excited. The fingering was the firecracker to my bottled up desire. I began a very intense orgasm that I thought would never end.

“She’s not a squirter like you, Hun.” He informed Vickie.

“We’ll just have to work on that, won’t we.” was her reply.

Once my orgasm was over and I was starting a second wave, he stopped. With one glance over to Vickie, he placed his cock to the entrance of my pussy and pushed it in. My body tensed up at the new feeling. His cock was so big. It wasn’t too big, to the point of discomfort, but it was just big enough to produce a feeling of being full. I loved it. I almost came right at penetration. But just as I was getting over the shock of him entering me, Vickie leaned over and was kissing me once again. At this point, I didn’t even think. I began kissing her back instantly. Dillan snickered and whispered that I was finally playing along. With this, he began thrusting. He would pull his monster almost all the way out, then just ram it down to the very depths bahis şirketleri of my cunt. I was really enjoying this experience. Then, with slow movements, Vickie moved from my lips to my left breast. She began licking and sucking on the tender nipple and tweaking the right one with her free hand. I just got lost in all the pleasure and enjoyed every second to the fullest. The sensation of being fucked so vigorously and having my nipples stimulated at the same time, caused me to have three more orgasms before Dillan finally shot his load with one last hard thrust. He pulled out and collapsed between me & his wife. She found the covers from the once made bed and covered us all up. With a kiss goodnight to Dillan and a wink and a “Thanks” to me, she rolled over and quickly fell to sleep. I wasn’t far behind her, having had the most fulfilling and interesting night of my life thus far.

If I only knew what was to come, I probably wouldn’t have slept so soundly.

PT. Three: ~ Jessica’s Treat ~

I awoke the next morning to find Vickie already gone to work and Dillan back in their room on his computer. I stepped into their room to say good morning to Dillan. Jessica was sitting beside him at the computer and she gave me the most disturbing evil eye that I had received from her yet. I had the sense that they had told her what happened last night. So, when Jessica peeled herself from his side to go to the bathroom, I asked him if they had told her.

“No,” he laughed, “She heard you moaning and squealing last night and figured it out for herself.”

“Well, I just don’t like the looks she has been giving me since the first night you guys stayed in there. And now it’s even worse. Is she mad at me about this?”

“No, she’s not mad,” he explained, “She’s very jealous. She thinks that she should be our only girlfriend. She can’t stand the thought of us having two girlfriends.”

“Girlfriend? I’m your girlfriend now?!” I asked. I was surprised to be thought of in this way. It gave me a little thrill of excitement. After last night, I would gladly be their girlfriend for life!

“Well,” he explained, “You aren’t exactly a ‘girlfriend’ yet. You have to prove yourself to Vickie. She has to see if you’re good. But you are our “Play Toy” at the moment. We both enjoyed last night. That’s all she was talking about this morning before she went in to work.”

Me, a “Play Toy”??! I was disgusted at the thought. I am not some toy to be played with. I was a little angry at his remark. And wondered what he meant by ‘prove myself to Vickie”. While I was lost in my thoughts, he had came over to me and before I knew it, he was giving me the most sensual kiss. We stood there exploring each other’s mouth for it seemed like hours. Then, as we were pulling away from each other, we were shocked to see Jessica standing in the doorway.

He leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “I know a way for her to stop being jealous of you.” I gave him a questioning expression, then he leaned in and whispered, “You can let her have a chance at you.”

‘A chance at me’???? I was feeling those mixed emotions again. What exactly did he mean? What did she want a chance at? That sensual kiss was still burning inside me. I was becoming hungry for sex. Which was something I had never done before. Before these last few days, I could really do without sex. It didn’t matter to me. I glanced over at Jessica. She had a different expression this time. She actually had a smile. I think she knew what he was saying. I heard myself say, “Sure, why not? It sounds like fun.” Where did that come from? Before I had a chance to even think about it twice, Jessica was kissing me.

I expected her kiss to be just as good as Vickie’s, but after a bit, I realized that she wasn’t even close. It seemed that Vickie’s had more ‘feeling’ in it. Jessica was kissing like she wasn’t enjoying it at all. During the kiss, Dillan was slowly taking our clothes off. By the time she was through kissing me, we were both naked from the waist down. Dillan motioned over to their mattress and asked me to lie down. I obediently positioned myself on my back.

Then, Dillan was laying beside me. And I got another passionate kiss from him. While I was getting lost in this kiss, I felt my legs being gently opened. And all of a sudden, I felt warm breath on my shaved pussy. At the same second I realized that it was Jessica, she was licking and sucking on my pussy lips. Then she moved her hot tongue to my opening. She gave a few teasing licks and then darted her tongue inside my pussy. I had never had a woman to perform oral sex on me before. She had a style that was definitely different from any man I had been with. As she continued to tease my pussy hole with her tongue, Dillan reached down and began playing with my clit. In an instant, I felt a burning in my stomach. My pussy was getting hotter and hotter. It wasn’t long until I was having my first orgasm. This also made Jessica excited, as she started lapping up my juices like crazy. Dillan had stopped kissing me and was finger fucking Jessica while my orgasm was happening. He whispered something to Jessica, and she obediently went to the rest room and returned with a damp washcloth.

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“I bet you’ve got a gorgeous cunt”

She turned the words over in her mind. They were raw, direct. Not what she was used to where sexual matters were concerned.

She read them again.

“I bet you’ve got a gorgeous cunt”

They went to the heart of her sexuality. Opening it up the way she imagined her whole self would be opened up by this man.

It had started innocently enough. Regular email contact, a supplier to her organisation.

She couldn’t put her finger on when the tone had changed exactly, but it had. A mildy jokey comment turning over a course of correspondance to

the flirtatious, and then the risque. A rising tone of sexual banter that moved from the nudge nudge wink wink that she had always confidently dealt with, to a slightly edgier format, that seemed to speak directly to her inner self.

“I bet you’ve got a gorgeous cunt”

They sat there on the screen. Glowing obscenely. Reflecting the warmth she felt inbetween her legs. Again. How did he know how to push these buttons,she wondered. The long dormant and barely explored depths of her sexuality.

She was no shrinking violet. A university education had seen her fair share of encounters and relationships, through drunken fumbles, eager exploration through to slow comfortable mornings in sunlit bedrooms.

But nothing like this. Words that spoke to a facet of herself she barely recognised. Her marriage had not been the definition of excitement, a comforting prescence that had enfolded her firstly, providing and nurturing, but never fulfilling.

The sexual ecstasy fading from memory like a dream, losing the pleasure, becoming routine, and then a chore for both parties – the final death throes of habit.

“I bet you’ve got a gorgeous cunt”

The emails in work hours by necessity had turned into emails to home, an exchange of telephone numbers, texts and instant messaging. She could no longer trust herself to respond appropriately during work hours and on the office computer, a fact pounced on and replayed to her.

“I bet you’re wet, aren’t you. Sitting in the office thinking dirty thoughts about me and what I would do to you” She had been, and that had prompted her to take the mails to her private address, for fear of the IT team reading them. But that just meant that they changed to texts.

The escalation had been swift. A request for a photo, and she had sent one from a recent holiday, smiling, posing on the beach. The response, in that cheeky manner had been the one she had expected – or was that hoped for? “No bikini shots?”

There was one, nothing that was out of place in a holiday album, but she had wanted to hear him ask. Wanted to know that she could respond. Again, the response was predictable. “Fantastic. You have a gorgeous arse”. She had felt…..contented? Pleased with his praise, like a small child or a puppy.

“I bet you’ve got a gorgeous cunt”

She paused. Reading the words again. Her pussy moistening further. This was the latest step up in what seemed to be a sexual arms race. The bikini photo had not been enough, and she had acceded to his requests for a naked photo. Tasteful, she had thought to herself, her behind bare in subdued lighting, taken on a camera phone and utilising the full length mirror in her bedroom.

Her bedroom she thought, just hers. No one elses now. It had been hers alone for some years now. Was that why she could not resist? Was there a need in her that she knew could not be fulfilled by her fingers alone – the need to be taken, to be filled, to be opened up and eaten like an over ripe fruit, bursting with juices.

She had masturbated that night. Scenes in her head playing out. Faceless bodies thrusting into güvenilir bahis her. It wasn’t just him…it was a procession of lovers, known and unknown, lining up to take her, to use her. And she had welcomed them. Open arms, open legs and open mouthed.

She had never shirked from sex, welcomed it. But this was….different. A new boundary being opened up, to be explored. Ideas bursting in her mind like fireworks, sparking off each other. He seemed so expert. A turn of phrase and easy knowledge of sexual matters that spoke of an experience that outweighed her own.

He had chuckled when she had shown lack of knowledge of a sexual term, bemoaning her innocence. That had led to a morning spent on her laptop…each word or phrase opening up a new layer of understanding, pieces falling into place like tetris blocks in her mind…..bondage, threesomes, swinging, double penetration…that had been the one that set her off, a frenzied session in which she had come multiple times, thrusting her dildo into her vagina remorselessly while watching the video images…the links he had sent. The dildo he had encouraged her to buy. “A girls got to have her toys” he had said. The embedded link, seemingly innocent, opening up a phallic display that she had never before envisaged. The order made, the package delivered,

the unwrapping and discovery.

He had questioned her keenly on her experience. What had she watched? What did she feel? What was it like when she had first played with herself? She had answered, tentatively at first, then emboldened by his encouragement, describing the feelings that had welled up as she had watched the films. How she had been turned on. “Shamefully wet” he called it.

And she had agreed. She had had little exposure to porn, and she had not felt encouraged to explore it previously. But now…now….she had opened the links up reluctantly at first, expecting sullen plasticly enthusiastic girls going through the motions. But he had sent her what he called amateur clips. Real people, who got off on exposing their sex.

The films had been completely different to her expectation. Sure, there were some where the definition of amateur was probably being stretched, but there were more than enough where it was clearly not a professional shoot. And she had watched. Watched as girls lovingly fellated…..no that was a word she would have used “before”, now it was “sucked”.

Sucked and fucked. With smiles on their faces and come on their bodies. Taking delight in painting themselves with it. A Jackson Pollock explosion of fluid over their breasts…no….tits….tits with nipples that stood out in arousal. That were squeezed and sucked. That were pushed into mouths and rubbed on cocks.

Cocks. That word.

Before it had been a penis. An accurate desciption for the male organ. Never directly referred to. Maybe a whispered “Put it in me”, but never a direct connection between the word and the organ. Now it was cock. She rolled it in her mind. Cock. Like she could roll it on her tongue. Cock. A fast word. A powerful word. Jutting. A penis was something a doctor looked at. A cock was pushed into places.

Wanted and unwanted….at first…battering its way into depths that had previously been unexplored by tentative or docile lovers. Now she felt an ache…a need to be filled, a gap to be plugged, an opening between her legs that directed her selfishly to deliver against its demands in her head.

“I bet you’ve got a gorgeous cunt”

And here she was. Her laptop in front of her. The chat window open. The scrolling words that had moved smoothly through the pedestrian to the extreme. The way she had let it, allowing herself to be be carried along. Wanting it.

“Go on, turn on türkçe bahis your camera”

She paused again. Looking back over the words, and forward in her mind. A step that she had not before taken. But if she was unwilling, why was she here, now? The lace underwear she was wearing was not her usual attire. A weekday evening would be slouchies. A comfortable tee shirt and tracksuit bottoms. Not the boudoir look she was sporting now.

The knickers both flimsy and constricting, cupping her sex closely. The bra holding her breasts…her tits she reminded herself…inside, the nipples puckered against the fabric, eager to be let loose. Her wrap was loose. A short, silk number, echoing a japanese kimono. Not a comforting, blanket like, dressing gown. She breathed, deeply. The air drawn down into her lungs, pushing her chest out further.

She hit the keyboard. The chat window changed, a double video image in view. She was looking at herself, and him, on the screen.

“There you are, good girl”

She smiled. Again the encouragement. The leading on. The positive reward.

“Are you ready?”

She nodded, her double on her laptop screen echoing her movement.

“Why dont you show me whats underneath that?”

She frowned, wanting to make it harder for him. Not too easy. She wasn’t like that. Was she?

“Go on, just a little look”

She sighed theatrically, shrugging the wrap down from first one shoulder, then the other, but holding it up over her chest.

“Come on”, he urged, “Let the dog see the rabbit”

That tone. That language. Slightly common. Direct. Knowing. She sighed again, but in her head she was already making the movement. The wrap fell, her bra revealed.

“Theres my girl. Gorgeous. I love that colour on you.”

She blushed, a pinkish bloom spreading over her cheeks and her chest.

“Can you stand up for me? I want to see that fabulous arse.”

Pushing her chair back, standing, the wrap falling as she went, she twirled, presenting herself, careful to keep the camera angle on her behind.

“Lovely. You are fantastic, you know that?”

She smiled for him. Puppy smile she thought. Good dog.

“Now, show me those tits of yours.”

She leaned forward, proud of her cleavage. She had never before thought them remarkable, but now, here, they felt like they gave her power, parity in an exchange. He leaned back, sinking deeper in his chair.

“Do you mind if I….”

He left the words unspoken, his eyes drifting downwards. She shook her head. This was what she had been waiting for. When the half formed images in her head became reality. He unzipped himself, slowly….cockily…she thought, with a half smile.

He wore no underwear, and his cock was already erect.

“Look what you do to me”

She smiled again. Proud of her achievement. His hand fell naturally to his cock, gripping the base. He waggled it at her, and she stifled a laugh. Not the time to lose the moment. It glistened with moisture at the tip, and unconsciously she licked her lips.

Images back in her mind from the videos, sucking, licking, tasting…the delicate string of precum that linked a tongue to a cock.

“Like what you see then”, he chuckled, believing the power to be on his side.

She nodded, letting him enjoy his moment.

“How about letting me see a bit more? Let me see your nipples”.

She frowned. Inwardly, she was surging past this, eager to reach the point she needed. But she stayed true to her role, projecting a facade of reluctance as she slipped the bra straps down, the front fastening opening with a quick movement, the garment disposed of at her feet.

And there they were, her tits…her…tits….open to his gaze. güvenilir bahis siteleri Her nipples tightened again, sending delicious sparks down to her crotch. She brought her hands up, encircling, molding, rolling the nubs between her fingers. She cupped both breasts in her palms, feeling the weight, subconciously comparing,

letting them settle back to their natural position. She looked at his chat window, could see his hand moving smoothly, naturally from base to tip. The motion brought a further gush of juice between her legs. She could hear his breathing, just, getting faster, heavier, replicated on her side of the computer wall that divided them.

“Keep going”

Her hands travelled across her torso, pausing here and there, roaming backwards and forwards across a terrain well known to them, but always downwards. She paused, her fingers in the waistband of her lace knickers, she affected a lip bite, copying a pose from a video link.

“Keep….going”

His hand was moving faster now, the cock on her screen seeming to have grown further…swelling….she imagined the thickness and how it would feel inside her. Throbbing. Pulsing. The pulsing of his cock echoed in the thrusts inside her.

Now she was moving faster, she needed this. The knickers, carefully chosen, were forgotten as she sat back in her chair. Unbidden, she sat back, and opened her legs wide, her action mirrored by the widening of his eyes, the momentary surpise as she revealed herself to him.

“Thats it you dirty girl, show me, show me your gorgeous cunt”

As if she needed the encouragement. Both hands now, one pulling herself back, opening up, her clit standing proud, the other dipping down, testing the area around her opening. Momentarily the phrase ran through her head….”Shamefully wet”….no shame here, now. She was wanton, exhibiting, showing her all and revelling in it.

One hand moved out of sight of the camera, to the dildo placed there beforehand. Of course she had known this would be the end product. The teasing reluctance an artful deception to deliver her here, now.

She gripped it, positioned it and in one motion thrust it deep into herself, her breath seemingly forced out as the cock was forced in.

There was no daintiness about this, she was fixated on her screen, her thrusts matching and exceeding his strokes. His words a soundtrack to the filmclip she was making in her head.

“Thats it, you’re such a dirty girl. Such a dirty slut. I knew you were. Fuck, look at you taking that cock. Keep fucking yourself. Keep fucking that cock in your cunt. I bet you’d like my cock in you now. I bet you’d suck my cock like a dirty bitch while ramming that cock in your cunt.”

She was lost, nodding, mewling affirmation as his words hit the triggers in her head. Dirty Girl. Bad Girl. Cocksucker. Fucker. Fuck. Cunt.

“Oh I’m going to come over you. All over your pretty face and tits. You want that don’t you? You want my come all over you? You want to feel come splashing over your face and in your mouth?”

Yes. The words were unnecessary. The need was written large in her face, the open mouth, tongue rippling wildly across teeth. The building up of her climax. The shortening of her breath as she worked the plastic cock ever faster.

“Thats it…thats it……come for me…come for me as I come for you…on you……”

The words were a trigger, the mental image pushing her over the edge and into glorious, electric release as she shuddered in climax….her pussy…her cunt gushing juices that coated her fingers and hands, soaking the chair fabric beneath her.

She slowed her motions….almost as if coming awake, her legs trembling with aftershocks.

“Oh you beauty, look what you made me do”

She looked through half closed eyes, seeing his come sliding down his cock, like the slown down eruption of a volcano….slipping down across his knuckles to pool at the base.

She smiled, the circle complete.

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Marvin loves panties and is willing to pay for the modeling pleasure.

My name is Tina, not my real name, my real name is Edna. I was named after my grandmother and I hate that name. I go by Tina on the street and the only time anyone calls me Edna is when I have to attend a family gathering, such as weddings and funerals.

If my family only knew what I did for a living they would die of shame and embarrassment. They’d disown me. Weird Uncle Harold, along with a few of my cousins, no doubt, would want to take advantage of my services. They’d even ask for a discount, too, since we’re family. Only, I don’t do family. Incest is not my thing. I won’t even do someone that I know, an old classmate, a neighbor, or a friend. I’d rather maintain my reputation and not have everyone know my personal business.

Only, my family wouldn’t believe me, if I told them that I was a prostitute. My Mom would be so hurt knowing that I had sex for money. She thinks I work downtown for an insurance agency. The only full coverage I supply is naked body coverage to my Johns and my Janes.

Anyway, I didn’t write this story to talk about myself. I wrote this story to talk about my clients, my Johns and my Janes, but this story is about my Johns, one John in particular, one who has a panty fetish. I’m hoping one day that if I have enough of these little vignette type of stories written that I can string them together into a book called Prostitute Peccadilloes.

What do you think? Do you like that name? I don’t know why I like that title for a book, but I do. The name peccadillo reminds me of Piccadilly and when a John picks me to have sex with he sure has picked a dilly. Get it? Oh, never mind.

As you may have figured out by now, I’m a prostitute. I have sex for money. Whatever they want and whenever they want it, I’ll do it, so long as they pay and so long that it’s not so vile that it disgusts even me. I don’t mind giving a golden shower, but I’ll never take a golden shower. I know some girls who will even allow the John to pee in her mouth. Not me.

“Gross. Eww. That’s just nasty.”

It’s not a bad job, so long as I’m careful, use my head, and not get so greedy over money that it ruins my judgment and gets me in trouble. Too many girls get in over their head trouble because they get greedy, especially when taking on 3 and 4 guys alone. I use the premise, if it sounds too good to be true…

Only, I don’t look like a prostitute. I don’t dress like a prostitute, walk or talk like a prostitute. I look like any other woman on the street. To look at me, to see me standing in a grocery store line or depositing money at the bank, you’d never think I was a hooker. The only difference between me and any other woman out there is, if you want to get with me, you must pay me. I’m a call girl money at prostitute money. In retrospect, I’m probably closer to a call girl than I am to a prostitute.

I’m discreet in what I do for a living. Only my clients know what I am. It’s a two way street. I don’t tell on them and they don’t tell on me. Why ruin a good thing? An indiscretion will get you hurt, maybe even killed, on the street. So, I don’t go there. I’m careful. I really am.

I get my clients by word of mouth referrals. Just as I don’t have to stand on the corner waiting for some guy to notice me, pull up in his car, and negotiate price, that’s not my thing. I’m not stupid. I don’t attract the attention of the vice cops nor am I fighting with other prostitutes for corner space territory and fending off pimps, while I’m doing that.

I prefer knowing, instead, who my güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri clients are. I know it may sound bizarre to you, but it keeps me safe. If they don’t give me their real names, addresses, and telephone numbers, then we don’t get together. Knowing who they are keeps me out of trouble and out of harm’s way.

Yeah, sure, I’ve lost some clients, those how don’t trust me enough to tell me who they really are. Yet, the only guys who don’t go along with my need to be and feel safe are the ones who’d want to hurt me and/or rob me, anyway. Once the men realize that I don’t have an ulterior motive in knowing their identity, they understand.

I’m not going to turn them in on their wives or girlfriends, because it will ruin my business, as much as it will ruin their reputation, marriage, or relationship. Most men understand and freely give me all the personal information I need to feel safe. They’ve even gone as far as to show me their driver’s license.

“Achmed Mohammed? Is that really your name? You’re not a terrorist are you? You’re the first Muslim I’ve seen with blonde hair and blue eyes.”

Single men, women, or couples, I’ve done them all. I’m not skanky like some of the hookers on the street. I take more pride in my appearance. I guess if you had to define me, I’d be more of a call girl than a hooker. I’m not as high priced as a call girl, but I’d never suck some guys cock in an alley for ten bucks, just to buy some crack cocaine either. I don’t do drugs.

I don’t work with a pimp either. Pimps just beat you, get you hooked on crack, and take all your money. Consequently, I run without protection. It’s up to me to protect myself by using my head, paying attention to my gut feeling, and trusting my street smarts. I’ve done alright by that so far, mostly because I’m not addicted to drugs and I have a brain in my head.

Besides, most of my clients are regulars. They trust me. I’m more like a friend to them, a friend with benefits, albeit one they must pay to reap the rewards of my benefits, if you know what I mean.

I prefer having sex with someone that I’ve had sex with before. The sex is always better the second time anyway. I know what they want. I know what they need. I know what they like. I know what to expect.

Still, I can talk a good game. I carry around a photo of my pretend pimp, an ex All American football player that I took, while he still had his shirt off. I sucked his cock for $100. Wow, did that man have a body, the best one I’ve ever seen. I would have sucked his cock for free, just to feel his muscles. Anyway, I carry his photo around with me in my purse and tell my clients, the ones who are acting funny and nervous, that my pimp is waiting downstairs for me and if they don’t want any trouble, not to delay my departure by even a minute or my pimp will rip their face off.

Tyrone, the man I carry his picture around with me, would have been famous. He would have been somebody, had he not gotten himself shot. After signing a big contract with a professional football team, he was clubbing with friends and he thought he was Superman or something. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time and hitting on some Dude’s girlfriend or wife or baby’s mama. Whatever, he brought it on himself by being dumb.

Anyway, the Dude pulled out a gun, a Glock, and shot his woman pointblank in the face. He killed her. Then, he turns the gun on Tyrone. Well, Tyrone grabs for the gun but gets shot in the shoulder.

With all the muscle, nerve, and tendon damage that the bullet caused, the wound ended his competitive güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri career. Even with being shot, though, Tyrone nearly killed the man with his fists. I guess it must have been the adrenaline pumping through his body for him not to feel the pain from the bullet wound. He knocked out the guys teeth, blackened both his eyes, and broke his ribs, his nose, and his jaw. The guy is serving life without parole, while Tyrone works as a bouncer for some club somewhere.

So far, I haven’t had a problem. Carrying Tyrone’s photo around with me, a photo of a man with muscles, even on his forehead, is the best protection that I could have. I decided not to carry a gun. My Johns may take the gun away from me and use it on me.

Besides, I could never shoot anyone. A cop friend of mine, one that I meet in the alley, every other Tuesday, and give him a freebee in his patrol car, gave me some good advice. I have sex with him, so that he’ll leave me alone and allow me to work without vice cops coming down on my head and throwing my ass in jail. Anyway, he told me that, unless I can shoot somebody, not to carry a gun. So, I don’t. He told me to get a permit to carry Mace.

Larry, my cop friend, is a good guy. He protects me. He’s married and his wife doesn’t give him any love because, well, he’s a cop and he’s never home. Even when he is home, he’s seen so much shit during the day, that he’s not there for his wife or kids. He’s brain dead. All he wants to do is veg-out with a beer and watch TV. I don’t blame the guy. We’re friends.

The real purpose of this story is to write about Marvin. Marvin is a little Jewish man. He owns a jewelry store downtown. Consequently, because Marvin has money and appreciates what I do for him, when I take care of Marvin, he takes care of me. I love having clients like Marvin. He’s a regular.

Besides paying me for sex, actually, we never have sex, as he never touches me and doesn’t want me to touch him, he always brings me a little bobble, a solid gold trinket of our friendship. He likes me. Only, someone like Marvin, so embroiled in his Temple and his Jewish community, not being devoted to mention his wife, who is such a bitch and a nag, he’d never leave her for someone like me. He just looks forward to having a little fun with me on the side and to partake in his panty fetish. Besides, without questions, guilt, or judgments, I understand his needs and I give him what he wants.

Marvin likes panties, an understatement. Marvin loves panties. He has a panty fetish. He showed me a photo of his wife and she’s short and fat, not tall and slim like me. She wears granny panties and Marvin hates granny panties.

Marvin likes bikini panties, his favorite, and Marvin likes me because I look good in bikini panties. I have a nice ass, with long, shapely legs, and a shaved pussy. Consequently, every time Marvin comes to see me, which is once a month, always on the first day of the month, he brings me a selection of new panties in a rainbow of colors and a range of styles to wear, to model, and to keep.

I can’t remember the last time I bought a pair of panties. And Marvin doesn’t buy cheap panties either, he buys the good stuff. Some of his panties cost $30 and more a pop. The man knows his panties.

He pays me $300 to model the panties he buys me. All I have to do is to remove my panties in front of him and put on the new panties. It’s not even so much that he likes seeing my body, my ass and my pussy. It’s the panties that drives him wild. He loves watching me remove, put on, and take off my panties güvenilir bahis şirketleri over and again. In the course of the hour that I’m with him, I do that about a dozen times.

I take my panties off and put on one of the ones he bought me. Then, I walk around while wearing them and flashing him, before removing them to put on a new pair. That’s it. It’s that easy. That’s all that I have to do. It’s almost like going to the lingerie store. He makes me feel more like a model working for a high class lingerie manufacturer than I feel like a prostitute working for a John. I love Johns like Marvin. He’s fun.

He likes it when I pretend he’s not in the room. Totally disregarding him, he likes it when I act as if he’s not there and I’m alone changing my panties. I play the part, too. I slowly remove my panties and slowly put on my panties to make sure he has a good look of my panties. I guess he’s a bit of a voyeur in that regard, but only when it comes to panties.

Sometimes he wants me to put on the panties slowly or quickly and take off the panties slowly or quickly, especially when I’m wearing a short skirt and while looking at myself in the mirror. He loves it when I pretend he’s not even there in the room with me. Sometimes, he wants me to remove my skirt and to walk around only wearing the panties he bought me. Sometimes, he wants me to sit across from him, while he sits on the floor and masturbates. He enjoys looking up my short skirt at my panties. Sometimes, he even wants me to wear the panties over my pants ala Madonna. Sometimes he wants me to do any combination of those things or all of those things over and again.

I never know what he’s in the mood for me to do. Yet, whatever it is, it has to do with my panties and only my panties. I don’t mind giving Marvin a show and doing whatever he wants me to do, so long as he pays me. He’s a little weird and a little kinky, but harmless. Besides, I’ve done much worse for some guys and Marvin appreciates what I do for him. He pays me well for having me satisfy the pleasure of his panty fetish and then there are all those free panties, as a bonus, too.

He never touches me and he never asks me to touch him. He’s not into dirty or soiled panties and he never wants to smell my panties. He just likes to watch me wear the new panties he bought me. I don’t ask him questions about his fetish. I really don’t want to know or to understand why he enjoys doing the things he likes to do. Besides, for fear of losing him as a client, I don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. I just do what he pays me to do. We only talk before and after, never during our session.

He’s weird, but he’s a nice weird. He’s the closest man I have to a grandfather. Anyway, Marvin helps me. He’s smart. He knows a little about a lot of things.

He tells me where to invest my money and he helps me by telling me where to go to buy things when I need to make a large purchase. He has a lot of Jewish friends and they all own businesses. They give one another discounts, which is how he’s able to get me good prices on so many things.

“Go to this address,” he says handing me a piece of paper on it with an address, “and ask for Saul or Irving or Myron. Tell him you’re a friend of mine and he’ll take care of you. And if anyone gives you a hard time or doesn’t treat you right,” he says pointing his finger, “you tell him to call me on my cell phone.”

He’s the type of guy who doesn’t pay retail for anything. He doesn’t have to. He pays wholesale for everything he buys and when his friends need jewelry, he reciprocates by giving them a discount, too.

He’s even helped me to buy a car by giving me the down payment. I’d do anything for Marvin, even show him my panties, especially when he gives me jewelry with my money.

“Oh, thank you, Marvin for the bracelet. It’s so beautiful.”

“You’re welcome, Tina. Enjoy it in good health.”

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Then he gets up and goes across the room, but I don’t dare look up. He strips out of his clothes and then takes me by the hair and brings me to my feet.

Looking at me he says “Slave? do you need a reminder as to who is Master here?”

Still having my eyes to the floor, I answer him.

“No Sir, I know you are my Master”

My bottom is aching and tears are running down my face, but I wait to see what he wants of me next.

“You do? Are you sure?”

“Ohhhhh yes sir. I do understand completely”

He walks around to the front again and takes my shirt off of me and my bra. Having already kicked my panties and skirt off I stand before him nude. Daringly, I raise my eyes to see him and he looks in my eyes.

I see the desire, the lust and the longing. He takes his hands and cups my face, kissing me softly and meaningfully, slowly awakening all my desires. He stops and looks at me his fingers brushing the tears from my cheeks.

“Sir?”

I needed illegal bahis to know what to do but was hesitant in asking. He smiled.

“Patience my slave, you will see soon enough”

He gathers me into his arms, kissing me more. His hands reaching down to caress my poor bruised bottom. I melt in to his arms surrendering my body to him. He stops and leads me to the bedroom.

“I have a surprise for you” he smiles at me.

“Oh, what is that sir?”

He looks over at me and grins

“Just lay down on the bed face down, you will see”

My smile fades cause this doesn’t really sound like a good surprise. But I obey him and lay face down on the bed. He takes his fingers and opens my anus. Then I get really nervous but I feel him put some cool lubricant there and inside.

“Don’t worry girl, it will be okay”

But I tremble with anticipation and worry. Then I hear it, a buzzing and I know what it is. I feel it as he pushes the vibrator inside me. But illegal bahis siteleri it feels different than others. I squirm and he growls at me.

“Be Still!”

But the thing is huge and it hurts.

“Sir, please I don’t think I want this”

But he doesn’t stop he pushes it in further raping my bottom with this outsized dildo. I scream and he just laughs. Then I cry. I hear him curse then it stopped. He gets on the bed beside me and starts kissing my bottom and all down my legs then he goes to my back and up to my neck and my ears. I am writhing now with desire, his mouth burning trails all over my body.

“Oh please sir, ohhhhhhh. I want you so much, please make love to me.”

He turns me over and starts in on my front leaving my pussy for last. But then spreads my legs and licks my clit driving me mad with desire. I reach to touch him, but he pushes my hand away. I look at him in confusion.

“Why sir? Why can’t I touch you?”

He kisses me and canlı bahis siteleri then says. “Cause I want to please you. You don’t have to do anything, just enjoy what I am doing to you”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing no one had ever said that to me before.

“But, you can’t cum until I let you”

He looks at me, smiling.

“Ohhhhhhhh yes sir”

He went back to loving my body and especially my pussy. But I am going mad with desire. I need release.

“Please sir, please let me cum now. Oh, please”

I am begging and ashamed that my need is so obvious. He chuckles.

“No dear, not yet. You have not experienced it all yet”

And he brings me to the edge over and over again and keeps backing off. Then finally he whispers to me.

“Okay slave, now cum for me.”

Moaning,I cummmmmmmm and cummmmmmm for him. The effect so strong, I faint. I awaken a moment later to look into his blue eyes they are smiling, happy that he has satisfied me so completely. I love him so much.

He grins down at me the way only a Master can. He looked at me as his property. His to own, his to mold, his to do with as he pleases. His kiss when it comes fills me completely, my being suffused by his.

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Lewis Harris has worked for Alta Mortgage for 6 years approximately. Now drawing a yearly income of about $215, 00.00 he used to be a mortgage broker but has moved in to the newly created division of the company, Alta Credit Resources.

Alta Credit Resources contracts out to its participating vendors that loan money to Alta Mortgage’s customers and referrals. His responsibilities are to assure that each of the moneylenders is properly receiving their loan payments timely.

Lewis or ‘Lou’, as he is known through the office, stands 6′ 4″, weighs about 210bs, and is slightly graying; this tailors into his dark blond head of hair. Lou always seemed to carry a smile on his face. He heads to church weekly with his family of five.

Now what is not known is that he frequently will take advantage of his situation as a ‘model employee’. He has four young people, relatively beautiful women, and one young man under his tutelage. He has trained them to be the best. No other area firm provides a quality service like this company has done, getting reimbursements for its clientele!

“Lou, Lewis? I could use some advice on this customer. She is a tough one and will not return my calls!” Sherry was exasperated. Sherry was newly married with one toddler from a previous relationship. Now married for 2 and half years, she has been trying to get pregnant again herself.

“Sherry, let me take a look at this file, see what the originals from the mortgage end looked like and that’s going to allow us to know what we are up against. Come and meet me at lunch at 12:15 PM. It’s my treat.”

Sherry was relieved. She smiled again. He smiled back at her and gave her a one of his special flashing winks when he found someone to his liking. Sherry was different from many people. She was so upbeat and chipper. She always shampooed and her hair bounced all day long, flowing freely just past her shoulders. She was so thin in her upper body, but her hips widened quickly and aggressively to a robust waist and buttocks. She had fuller thighs and calves, but she dressed so fashionably, Lou always wondered what it might be like to have sex with her.

Sherry admired, maybe even adored this man because of his talents. He had a charming professional character. He loved to teach anyone about this business, but then he was always attracted to all the women, sexually as well. A downfall that they succumbed to and he did too.

Sherry met Lou across the street at the Oak N’ Ash pub. They found a deserted area of the pub to sit at and discuss. He asked her all the time about her family and she would do the same to him. She stared in to his eyes. Sherry found him enamoring! She glamorized about what it would have been like to meet him years ago. Of course, he is 38 and she is only 25, so that made part of this difficult in her rationale. He gave her various ways to resolve her dilemma.

She wrote all of them down. “Sherry, dear, there is truly one way, on about 75% of your accounts to get them resolved and quickly. However, you would have to be open to what is going to seem almost ludicrous and out of this world. It is going to take a major adjustment on your part.”

Sherry was very upbeat and outward about any possibility but of course; she was also confused. He had not even made it remotely clear to her how she could improve her receivables. He hesitated at this point to explain. He in no way wanted to upset her.

“Sherry, can we put this stuff aside and just talk? She freely and cheerfully approved his suggestion. You and Tom; you two have a real good marriage, shall I assume that?”

She replied, “Sure it is as good as any one’s should be. I mean, yeah if you want to know the truth and usually I don’t keep many secrets about my marriage, except real personal stuff, from anyone, it has its difficulties. To be totally open with you Lou, it always could be much better, I suppose!”

“Well what do you mean, Sherry? Lou listened carefully. He was good at reading between the lines, when people talked to him. What things would you improve on?”

“Lou, I don’t know if Tom would care for me openly talking to you about this, as she snickered some, but I think he wants me to be some beautiful and sexually charmed goddess. He knows I never was. That is apparent. You see me all the time, you notice this figure, as she ran her hands from about her breasts down below her hips, it is not the greatest compared to Jennifer’s and Patty’s, is it?”

Lou paused, and a smile appeared on his face. “Sherry, I am a married man. My wife is adorable in many ways. My kids, they are the ideal kids with grades and athletic talent that ‘lead’ the way! There are things I have done though, that would mystify and absolutely blow your mind!” Honestly, they would.”

“Lou, what are you saying, Sherry asked? What are you getting at? Is this all related to what you mentioned earlier about getting a majority of accounts to pay on a timely basis? I am confused as confused gets!”

“First Sherry, canlı bahis I smiled earlier, prior to you talking about your situation with Tom and your figure because, if I can step out of line for a minute, Sherry you are a babe! Sherry you really are a fox, in my utmost honest opinion! I find you acutely attractive; maybe, if I do sound unprofessional, please forgive me but I think you have so many adorable and sexy qualities!”

Sherry was stunned! Sherry was almost mortified! She did not know what to say! She was astounded and at the same time, she felt humbled by his comments. She was not embarrassed but she had no idea that her mentor felt this way about her. What Lou had just said put an entire new light on her perspective of him.

She always thought this ‘mogul’ of a man was quite handsome. He was in great shape; he worked out regularly. He kept up with the current men’s hairstyles. His clothing was modestly fashionable, so that it never gave an appearance that maybe he was cheating on his wife. Sherry didn’t know that though. She didn’t even have a clue up until maybe now.

“Lou! Are you saying what I think you are saying? She was astounded now that these questions quickly sped through her mind! Am I to believe that you may be thinking that you would, and now she paused because she hesitated to say it, make love with me? Lou! Lou! I…. I… I do not know what or how to react! I’m speechless Lou, I am!”

“Never mind Sherry, forget about what I just said. I know you really can’t believe me; in no way would I want this to come between us professionally. I know that to be true! Your work has been extremely exceptional! I wouldn’t ever want to lose that from here. We all work together so well and you are a huge part of this actually!”

Sherry was dumbfounded. She was confused. She started saying to herself, she had to think about what this man just said to her. “That I am a sexually attractive woman!” Yes she was, according to Lou a very attractive woman.

“Sherry, I will never say anything to you like this again other then to let you know that regardless of what Tom thinks or says, he is very wrong about what he has said or insinuated about you, that’s for damn sure! Is that understood? I won’t express my feelings about this again, is that understood?”

“Lou, it’s quite alright. I am thankful for such a compliment of that nature. A woman like me, with a figure like mine, wants to hear flattering words or expressive thoughts! Flattering, Lou is an understatement. Do you really think I’m an attractive person?”

“Yes, Sherry, that’s my honest to Gods opinion. I would not say that is why I hired you. I hired you because you had all the qualifications. I hired you because you had a great attitude. But once you were trained, I began seeing the other qualities and everything blossomed from there, including my views on you personally.”

Sherry blushed from the flattery. Sherry didn’t smile with all her heart, but she felt special and was hesitant to acknowledge any return thoughts for him maybe.

He was looking at his planner now. He had an afternoon appointment with a man and his wife on some investment property they bought, but had some delinquency issues. This woman, she wasn’t the nicest looking woman, but her husband was handsome like himself. Ironically though, the woman had a great figure.

This led Lou to the proposed idea that maybe he forgive this months payment for an alternative option or two. “Sherry, what’s your schedule this afternoon?”

She answered, “I have to clean up my books, but it is real light and I easily could dump it all on to Monday and Tuesdays books next week”.

“Care to come along with me on a business appointment in Findlance? This is going to be educational and different. If you want, we can have a cocktail after and just talk more. It’s up to you. This isn’t a residential one, it is a business, and a couple bought some investment property.”

“Lou, I will go, but please and I am honestly asking you to be a gentleman, please no funny business?”

“Boy Scouts honor”, said Lou, as held up the Stark Trek sign always given by Leonard Nemoy in that TV series. Sherry laughed and laughed. Each of them warmed up to the other.

About 50 minutes later, they were on the highway and had struck up a conversation. He had broken the silence. She was staring out the passenger side window in to the flatlands around them. Nothing, but open acreage, that could always be developed into something.

“So what are you thinking about Sherry?” She turned, looked, and said she wasn’t thinking about anything. In all honesty, though, she was thinking about the compliments he gave to her earlier. She began wondering what, if at all, what it would be like to become intimate with Lou and if he would make her feel like a goddess.

It was silent in the car as they drove to Findlance. The music on this trip was the purring of his Lexus. It hummed quietly as they drove down. The only other sound bahis siteleri heard was the air current from the ventilation system.

Then Sherry broke the silence between them. “Lou?” He answered with only a yes back to her. “If I proposed something to you personally, would it maybe change how you and I worked with each other professionally?”

He turned at her with a queer look on his face. He temporarily for got that conversation in the pub. “What are you talking about?” He was simply clueless; it wasn’t that he didn’t believe what he told her. It just slipped his mind. He was focused on his ‘task at hand’.

“You told me at the pub and I think I quote because I listened to you closely: ‘First Sherry, I smiled earlier, prior to you talking about your situation with Tom and your figure because, if I can step out of line for a minute, Sherry you are a babe! Sherry you really are a fox, in my utmost honest opinion! I find you acutely attractive; maybe, if I do sound unprofessional, please forgive me but I think you have so many adorable and sexy qualities!’ That is what you said, if I remember correctly.”

Lou was a little dumbfounded now. He was not sure what she was getting at. He continued the drive down to Findlance but he asked her what her point was.

She hesitated to proceed with her thoughts and express her friendly idea to him. She thought about any consequences between her and Tom. Tom traveled all the time with Humance Corp, delivering company or corporate benefits, so like Lou and Sherry, he knew the spoils of the job.

Many temptations are available to you. Anyone knows that. Lou’s sex life with his wife is awesome. Lou’s wife is always thinking up new, more creative but modest sexual ideas, or even some adventures.

“Listen Lou, I have thought hard about what you said to me at the pub. She paused as she looked at him while he drove. He looked back over at her intermittently as he navigated the road down. Lou, would… you…ever, ummm…uhhh…consider making love with me?”

He almost came to a dead stop on the highway! He looked at her like she was crazy! He never ever thought she would buy into what he thought and believed in! He accelerated to the shoulder of the highway now. Putting the car in park and shutting it off, Lou turned as best as he could and smiled at Sherry.

“Oh my God Sherry, oh my God, yes! He closed his eyes for a moment to collect a couple of thoughts on this as he began recalling his conversation with her from the pub. Oh my God yes, yes I would be totally, 100% honored if you and I made love with each other, Sherry.” He cracked a large heart warming smile and so did Sherry in her excitement!

She was irrationally eager and aroused by the very idea. His desires piqued now. He wanted to feel aroused by this ‘fat bottom girl’! He couldn’t wait until the ‘whenever’ to make love with this younger but mature woman. However, he had enough experience to begin subduing the feelings and releasing them later.

Not Sherry though. She was not as experienced, she wanted to know when and where, and what they could or might do with each other. She began, with her young, restless, and inexperience, craving his attention, his personal, and more importantly, his physical presence!

There was another 20 minutes before they would arrive. She was heightened by the idea he would undress her, piece by piece and they would be intimate with the other. He did not think that way. He wanted to shred her apart, as a paper shredder would do documents and ‘rip’ her out on a bed, just fucking away at her.

Something reversed his train of thought. There was something new and special that he remembers he liked, even intimately loved, and respected about Sherry. It was her soft and unrelenting attitude and how she was forever perky, but vulnerable. He loved these qualities and would not ever dishonor this beauty, this goddess of a woman. She may not think this way about herself, but he certainly thought this of her.

As mentioned, she was heightened by her acceptance to make love. They didn’t know where to do this. She was anxiously waiting for that time that they could do this. She was almost becoming immature. She lifted up the arm in the front seat and scooted closer to him. She did something unexpectedly!

With his coat over the back of his seat and the seat belts off, which they shouldn’t have been, Sherry looked at Lou and rested her hand over his crotch. This was not going to show any immediate signs of life right now.

“Want some of this do you, he laughed as he asked her, hold the wheel and you can play, the rest of the way, okay?” He laughed some more. Sherry did too.

She held the steering wheel. He undid his slacks and pulled them down to just above his knees as they drove down the highway. He did the same with is boxers. There was his cock, completely visible and accessible to her for her viewing pleasure. She viewed it all right, she smiled at its thick nature. It was thicker then Toms, bahis şirketleri that was for sure. She didn’t say that though.

Lou looked at Sherry as she viewed his ripeness. It needed some ‘hormonal’ growth activity of sorts. Now how was that going to happen? With his left hand on the steering wheel, his right hand grabbed her left hand and together, they did the ‘shake and bake’ treatment on his cock. The got some masturbation appreciation on the ‘state police-less’ patrolled highway.

No automobile anywhere that early Friday afternoon; she and Lou stroked his cock and both enjoyed the stimulation it gave him. She pulled out her cell and checked for messages while doing that. Two were from Tom. She responded to one and deleted the other. She told him she was in an important meeting and unavailable the remainder of the afternoon until 6pm. She removed his hand, although he did like jacking himself off. He never does that any more anyway. He never finds a need too. She scooted away now, allowing herself some room to lean sideways and play with his balls and floppy penis.

She wanted to unbutton herself and show herself off to him. “God, I sure would love to undress right here in the car for you. Would like me to, Lou?”

He said they would have time soon enough for that. “I want to become intimate with you Sherry and discover that sexy and beautiful physique, I really want to.”

“Oh that is so beautiful, the way you say that. I can’t wait to feel you all over me, I can’t. I just can not, Lou!”

He turned to smile and when he did that, he accidentally turned the car off the road and sideswiped a guardrail. Some state trooper, a quarter mile behind them, saw the infraction and headed towards them with lights on and all. It had sped towards them due to they wanted to make sure there were no injuries.

Sherry was dressed, but Lou almost could not get his boxers and slacks up quickly enough. He had sufficient damage to the side of his Lexus. She was as embarrassed as it could get. Finally, Lou got himself together, just as the female cop came to the window.

Sherry whispered, “Phew, in the nick of time, huh” She had blushed a brilliant red on her cheeks and nose.

The woman trooper went through her normal checklist of questions, along with requesting proof of insurance and registration. Determining there was no fowl play, but asking one more time and from Sherry, “How did this happen actually miss?”

Lou jokingly and quickly interceded with this sarcastic response: “Officer, may I answer with only this and that she was trying to, well I’m sorry, but give me some very personal physical attention mam”. He smiled and hoped the female trooper would understand and play along.

She stared at Lou and then Sherry and said, “Be on your way, and no hanky-panky you two. Keep that for inside purposes. Also sir, if you have a business card, I will need that.” He gave it to her. They all parted and Lou and Sherry pulled into town.

“Sherry I am going to do some business here and I will be ready to be picked up in about 40 minutes, okay. I have to make arrangements with a customer. Would you be willing or are you willing to reserve a room at the Hyatt on 4th street downtown?

She quickly agreed to this, dropped him off, went, and reserved that room he told her to obtain. She came back, parked and went into the office where he and the customers were.

To her surprise, they were behind closed doors, they being the woman owner and Lou. Lou was chastising the woman for their delinquency, but in a reserved and subtle manner. Ignoring that Sherry was there now he pulled out a weapon or tool that this time was going to backfire maybe!

“Jessica, there’s an option, and he paused to let a possibility sink in some. There’s an option I have to offer you. Let’s sit down, okay and they did. I notice that you and Hank disagree frequently about the nature of these investments, am I correct?”

She agreed with him and Sherry listened to his approach with this matter. “Jessica, I am willing to offer you a ‘financial out’ for the next two months in return for providing ancillary services in return to Sherry and myself.

Lou didn’t look at Sherry and acknowledge that she would agree to this. The couple Lou did business with was younger and around 30 maybe. He hoped Sherry would fall for the bait, which was a long shot, since he was blindsiding her.

Jessica inquired about the ancillary services he talked about and Lou came back with this response: “I have many friends, who have been married for several years and their marriages absolutely suck, Jessica. They’ve said that with a willing participant to satisfy several needs they have cravings for, they’d be willing to assist in a friendly payment or two! My friends and me and my business associates are willing to swap these services for payment, thus alleviating your financial crisis you have run into!”

Sherry’s jaw dropped to the floor! She was about to combust into a tirade because she couldn’t believe her ears! He had just used her! He was acting like a pimp! Along with his friends and her business associates, he was seeking sex in return for continued survival of investments, clients had made.

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This is a true story of my first encounter with another man, so if this offends you please move on to another section. All of the people in this story are over the age of 18. Now that that’s out of the way let’s begin:

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I was your typical 22 year old male, played many sports, the macho type who used to make fun of gays, sissies or whatever you like to call them. All of which I soon began to regret. I had just recently married and began a new job at a men’s clothing store as a salesman. There were 4 other employees, a seamstress, my manager, his wife and another salesman. Upon first meeting the other salesman I felt that he was a little on the gay side, actually Bi, since he was married to a very pretty and sexy lady.

He and I got along great and my wife and I went to many parties at his house. In time, he began making sexual comments to me about me such as how great my ass looked in a pair of pants etc. Whenever I would buy a new suit or pants they had to be measured for length he was always the only one there to measure me, (I guess I was making sure he was there sub consciously). I would have to put the new pants on and stand on a stool in front of him as he was sitting. My crotch was always right at eye level to him and he always had to measure my inseam. Usually when measuring me the back of his hand would push up against my balls, lightly, but I always felt it. At first it didn’t affect me, but then I started getting a little excited. I had hoped that he didn’t take notice of my growing bulge, but I was wrong.

The bathroom door that we had in the store always had a hard time closing all the way, I didn’t know that he would follow me whenever I was using it and try to peer in to catch a glimpse of my cock as I was peeing. Once after I got excited by him touching my balls while measuring me, I went into the bathroom and jerked off. Of course I tried to think of my wife but casino oyna the thoughts of him touching my balls flooded my brain. All I could think of was him in front of me, taking my cock out and then stoking me and sucking my cock. As soon as I thought of my cock in his mouth I exploded all other the sink. I saw movement and I realized that the door was not closed all the way, he had to have been watching me. I didn’t know why at the time, but that excited me, being watched. After work I went home and had sex with my wife thinking the whole while about him watching me stroke my cock.

After that bathroom experience, I would make sure that the door was NEVER closed all the way. As time progressed I continued to repress the feelings of wanting to see and feel his cock, and to make him shoot his hot cum, by stroking him or even sucking him. He continued to make sexual comments but never once said anything about seeing me jerk off. I would find myself looking at his crotch, wondering how big and hard he would be and what it would be like to actually do what my thoughts were saying. Many times I would look at him and get a hard on, but then I would say to myself that it is wrong and I’m not gay, the hard on would quickly go away.

Then one night when we were sitting at the table and with no one in the store, I noticed that he had his hand under the table and his arm was moving up and down. I guess I knew what he was doing, he was jerking off right next to me. I glanced over to him and he was staring at me with a smile on his face. I looked away but started to get a stiff one. I tried to suppress that but to no avail. My cock had a mind of its own at that point and there was no way it was going down. I looked back and he was now pushing his seat back and there he was in all his glory. He had a beautiful 6-7 inch cock, hard as a rock, and was stroking it ever so slowly. He had a little pre cum leaking, slot oyna which he took his finger and touched it and then licked it off. Oh my god, I said, what the fuck are you doing, put that away for Christ’s sake. He just smiled and said, I know you want it, relax and let’s have some fun. I got up, which was a mistake because he saw my hard on making a tent in my pants.

It was time to close the store so as I closed out the register he went about closing the doors. There is little room behind the counter and the wall. As I was closing the register I saw him coming behind, I dropped something on the floor and as I bent over he came up behind me and stopped behind me. As I said there is not much room so his crotch was pushing up against my ass. He grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him. I was trying to straighten back up with no use. I could feel his hard cock pushing against me as he was rubbing it up and down. I told him to stop and as he was backing away he reached around and felt my hard cock and said I knew you loved that. I wanted so bad to let him continue but for some reason I couldn’t. My cock was so hard that it hurt and I noticed a wet spot in the front of my pants. I wanted to go to the bathroom and jerk off but instead he said come back here with me. I felt like I was in a trance and I followed him to back room.

Once there, he grabbed his own crotch and started rubbing himself, telling me he knows how bad I want to play. My own cock was super hard and creating quite a tent in my pants. I walked over to him and he reached down and started rubbing my cock. God did that feel good. I could not believe that I was letting a guy do this to me. He took my hand and placed it on his cock and told me to rub him. I started rubbing his hard cock through his pants as he moved closer to me. He stared kissing my neck and then my cheeks. He moved up to kiss me on the lips and again I could canlı casino siteleri not resist. What a feeling to kiss another guy. I thought I would explode right then in my pants.

He told me to unzip his pants and take his cock out. As I unzipped him, I felt another cock for the first time. It felt so good in my hand, hot and hard. He then did the same to me and we stood there kissing and stroking each other. I was looking at his cock and saw the precum on the head and said to him that I needed to do something. I dropped to my knees and took a man’s cock into my mouth. What a wonderful feeling that was, feeling every vein and bump on his cock. I slowly started taking it into my mouth and then back out. Each time going taking more into my mouth until I had it all in and my nose was pressed up against him. I licked up and down his hard shaft and then licked and sucked his balls. He grabbed my head and was fucking my mouth. I so wanted him to blow his load so I could taste his cum and swallow it down. He pulled me up and again kissed me. He then went to his knees and started to suck me.

Almost at once I was ready to shoot my cum, he knew that and squeezed my cock and stopped sucking me. He stood up and we started jerking each other off. All of a sudden he started humping my hand and started to cum. He must have shot 3 or 4 times. What a sight to see. I had only ever witnessed my own cum shooting out of my cock, but to see his load exploding out of his cock was too much for me. I started to moan and he knew that I was going to cum soon. He grabbed my hand that had his cum on it and brought it up to my mouth. He told me to lick his cum off my fingers and then to swallow. I licked and sucked his cum off my fingers and when I did so I began to cum. And what a load it was. I went to my knees and cleaned his cock off for him, licking and eating any cum left on his cock. For all that has ever eaten cum, it was delicious.

We continued working together for awhile and had many other encounters with each other, but I will save that for another story. I hope you enjoyed this story and maybe it will bring back memories of your first time.

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He stepped into the shower and imagined her to be doing the same. How many times have they both woken up horny, only to have to hurry up and run off to work…

The hot water of the shower slowly begins to wake him up as he lets it cascade down his body. The warmth of the water, relaxes him and he begins to wash his hair, taking the shampoo in his hands he pours out a small amount and lathers up his head.

As he continues his morning ritual, he thinks back to the dream he was having, watching this beautiful woman masturbate for him. She was stunning in every aspect; of course he was dreaming, so why wouldn’t she be. And as he grabs the soap and begins to lather up his hands, his thoughts cause his cock to stiffen. He washes his arms as his erection grows and he moves from his arms to his chest, taking time to rub his nipples as they too have become aroused. Moving down his stomach, the soap bubbles build around his erection. He washes his sack slowly, feeling it tighten with his arousal. Slowly, stroking his cock, he moves his hands to his thighs and washes his legs and ass. Closing his eyes he can see her as she, too, begins her day…

She has woken up from a wonderful dream, only to realize that her lovers were not really there. Yes, lovers, she realizes as the memory of the two men she was with in her dreams cuts through the fuzziness of her waking up. Looking around she realizes it’s time to get ready for work, but the warmth and wetness between her legs begs for attention and release. She gets out of bed and grabs a couple of toys as she heads for the bathroom.

She starts the shower and begins to slowly pull her nightshirt up over her head, allowing her wonderful breasts to come into view. Looking at herself in the mirror, she realizes her nipples are still hard and aroused from her dream. Reaching up with her hands, she cups her breasts and slowly free spin runs her fingers over her aroused nipples, eliciting a small moan from her lips. She smiles to herself thinking of her wonderful lovers in her dream and her right hand drops down to her pink cotton panties and rubs her mound through the soft material. She stops rubbing herself long enough to pull her panties down to her ankles and off. Standing up, she continues to let her hands massage her body as she watches herself in the mirror. She can feel herself becoming more aroused and wet, as she slides her hand down back between her legs, this time allowing her middle finger to part her labia, feeling how wet she is.

The warm water continues to cascade over his body as he keeps washing himself all over again. His erection very hard now as he continues to imagine her playing with herself, spreading her legs, sliding her hands up and down her thighs and pussy. His right hand grips his cock harder and he begins stroking himself slowly matching her movements as his dream plays over in his mind. Watching her masturbate is the hottest thing he can imagine, other than being there himself to pleasure her and he strokes his cock with his hand, causing more soapy bubbles to cascade down around his balls. Reaching down with his left hand he cups his sack, gently squeezing as he continues rubbing his dick with the other hand. Still stroking his cock, he slides his middle finger of his left hand over his asshole, causing a small shudder down his spine.

Stepping into the shower, she lets the hot water wake her up and cascade down over her breasts and stomach, mixing with the wetness already between her legs. Turning around she gets her hair wet, grabs the shampoo and lathers up her hair. All the time, thinking back to her dream and those two wonderful cocks and what they did to her. Already more than aroused, bonus veren siteler she grabs the soap and lathers up her hands. She again, cups her breasts, washing all of them, sliding her hands and fingers over her aroused, erect nipples. Continuing her shower, she washes her arms and shoulders, allowing the soothing water to run down over her shoulders and neck. Gathering more soap onto her hands, she slides them down to her thighs and legs, bending over she caresses her calves and feet. Standing back up, she washes her pussy and ass, sliding her hands back and forth over and around both orifices. She’s glad she has brought both her toys with her into the shower this morning. Closing her eyes, she sees her two lovers before her, ready to pleasure her as only they know how. One of them kneels before her and begins to lovingly lick at her wetness as the other steps forward and cupping her breasts, bends down to take one nipple into his mouth. She moans quietly as she bends down to retrieve her toys.

One of them is small and metallic, very smooth and the other is a pink jelly shaped penis. She has used her toys by themselves, but never together, until now. With her pink toy in her right hand and her smaller one in her left, she slowly begins to explore her pussy and ass as her thoughts return to her two lovers. She is straddling one of her lovers now as he lays on his back, slowly lowering her body down to meet his as her other lover kneels behind her and reaches around to play with her tits. Putting one foot up on the tub, spreading her legs, she slowly inches her pink penis up inside her. Her pussy is so wet and aroused the toy slides up inside her easily and she uses her little vibe to stimulate her clit as she grinds slowly down onto her hand. Closing her eyes, she feels the hardness of her lovers cock behind her against her ass, and takes deneme bonusu veren siteler her smooth vibe and plays with it against her asshole. As she continues to ride the lover below her, the lover behind her places his cock against her backdoor and slowly pushes in. She relaxes as she slides the toy into her ass, loving the feeling of the two cocks inside her, just like in her dream.

Still all sudsy from the stroking and the soap, he continues to watch her pleasure herself, while he strokes himself, still very slowly. It’s beginning to become difficult to maintain control. He loosens his grip on his cock, still stroking gently, while his left hand wanders below his balls to gently stroke his ass again. He imagines her with his cock in her mouth, using one of her hands to play with his ass, while she continues to suck him deep into her wet mouth. Increasing the pressure on his ass, he begins to stroke faster, longing for that release. He knows he’s close as his balls tighten up and he finally shoots his load out against the shower walls, keeping his eyes closed; she swallows his load in his dreams. Only in his dreams.

Her two lovers continue to give pleasure to both her pussy and ass, as she begins to quicken the pace, pushing each toy in as deep as possible and grinding her pussy down onto her hand. The vibe in her ass feels wonderful and she tries her best to keep it in, while also plunging her pink toy in and out of her pussy. As in her dream, it doesn’t take much to bring her to the edge and as she gives her jelly penis one final thrust into her pussy, she bites her lower lip as she comes. The warmth of the shower continues to wash over her as her orgasm subsides. Content and satisfied, she pulls her toys out, a sigh of regret escaping her lips. She rinses off and shuts off the water.

He steps out of the shower after rinsing off and begins to towel himself dry, still thinking of watching her, hoping to see her again in his dreams. He looks forward to another work day with a smile on his face.

Wrapping her robe around her as she steps out of the shower, she smiles to herself as she, too, looks forward to another wonderful day at work.

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I felt sick to my stomach. No, lower—a burning twisted through me, making me squirm on the bed. This was it, then? This was what men fought wars over, what women left home for? This was The Big Thing? The forbidden-to-me-until-now s-e-x?

There was nothing fun about it. I felt like I was about to have diarrhea.

Brendan smiled slyly at me. I bet he couldn’t believe his luck. He leaned in, mouth partly open, spit glistening on fat lips—I couldn’t help it. I leaned away.

“Where are you going?” He was still smiling. He wasn’t quite as handsome up close.

“Er—sorry.” He put his hand on my knee and ran it up my thigh. Back and forth. Back and forth. I stopped myself just before I flinched. No one had ever touched me there. It was foreign.

“Okay, how about this?” he said. “Take off your pants and lay down.” I raised my eyebrows at him but he laughed. He looked better when he was laughing.

“I want to make you feel good.”

I stood robotically and pushed my jeans around my ankles. This was hella weird, but I was determined. I was pushing 19 and a sophomore in college. I wasn’t leaving this room a virgin. I sat down and laid on my back, knees a few inches apart. My head sunk down through the pillow. I could feel the firm mattress beneath. Brendan gently pushed my right leg off the mattress. I wrapped my toes around the wooden bedframe. Cautioning me with his eyes, he moved my panties aside with two fingers.

God, I wondered what he saw there. I didn’t want to look. I felt hot and tense. It wasn’t pleasant. He exhaled quietly.

“I’m gonna eat you out, okay?” I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded. I closed my eyes against the view of the hotel ceiling.

I felt his breath blow against me, hot as a heater. He kissed the hinge of my inner thigh. One side, then the other. I tried not to picture what he was seeing—or worse, what he was smelling. Pillow-soft lips pressed against my vulva, mushing unromantically against the fleshy folds. It didn’t feel like much of anything, and I wondered if there was something wrong with me. All my girlfriends said they loved oral.

A tongue emerged, powerfully muscled and slick, tip poking insistently at my clitoris like it was trying to wake it from a nap.

“Ouch,” I said. The slug—his tongue, what I pictured to be a slug—pulled back at the sound. It brought its flat surface up against me, licking gently, slowly, from entrance to bud. And canlı bahis several times. I ached painfully as blood rushed to the site of contact.

I guess it could have been worse.

“Better,” I mumbled. I heard a muffled chuckle.

Brendan pulled carefully at my folds, displaying my clitoris to the open air: vulnerable, splayed open like a frog’s heart on the dissection table, sweating beneath a heat lamp. My muscles knotted.

Two cushiony lips enclosed 8,000 nerve endings and began to suck.

“Oh, wow!”

I sounded surprised to my own ears. This was nice—like a massage. He suckled me this way for a few minutes, and honestly, I just lied there like a dumb star fish. Feeling my heart beat. Feeling tickles of actual pleasure.

He spread my legs further apart with the flat of his hand, and my knees curled up to the sides of my chest without protest. I wasn’t tense anymore.

And he licked it. Just licked it; nothing fancy. He could have been eating an ice cream cone. His tongue softened, molding to the counters of my body. It slid easily over me, sometimes slipping unexpectedly out of place. I was too wet for him to gain traction, but I didn’t feel embarrassed. There was no room for embarrassment. For all I knew, he found my hotness hot.

“That’s really nice,” I sighed. My breath caught on the last word.

Brendan shifted suddenly. He slid his forearms beneath my thighs and pulled them to his shoulders, pushing his face determinedly between my legs. His tongue slipped inside me, and my first thought—I swear to God—was that he was a very brave man. He moved in quick thrusting motions, flicking past nerve endings I didn’t know existed. I sucked in a great breath.

“Fuck, that’s good!” My voice was loud. It didn’t sound like me. But I didn’t feel like me anymore. I wasn’t watching myself—I was fully centered in my body, completely unself-conscious.

Brendan came up for air with a gasp. I throbbed in his split second of absence, but then he dived back in once more, lapping at my clitoris with renewed vigor. He pulled back his arm and reached toward me.

I made a sound somewhere between a gulp and a groan. His middle finger snaked its way inside me, jerking quickly in and out, pressing up against a spongy something deep within.

I wanted to grab his arm and yank it up my vagina.

“God that’s fucking p-perfect!” Were my eyes about to pop out of my head? bahis siteleri I felt like they were. His shoulders shook with the speed of his turbo-charged finger. And his tongue—that glorious piece of flesh—how did I ever liken it to a slug?—that tongue darted over my clitoris with such perfect rhythm that I could almost no longer feel it. But the numbness was of no consequence; it would be temporary. We were finally getting somewhere.

I was getting somewhere.

My joy at this development nearly overthrew my focus. And it would require focus. I saw now why they called it achieving orgasm. The mental discipline was enormous, second only to the constancy of stimulation. If he stopped, I would have to start over. If he erred—even a centimeter—I would slide back down the mountain again.

“Keep going,” I panted. “Keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going.”

I couldn’t stop saying the words. They came out automatically, like I’d been kicked from the seat of control in my own brain, shrunk down to a sweating, red-faced, clit-sized creature. And he did keep going. He did. If I could capture the moments before my first orgasm in a metaphor, I would say it like this: I was at the acme of a roller coaster, just in those breathless few seconds before the gears began to turn, locked in high tension, unable to breathe. Waiting for the instant I’d be sent toppling over.

I knew, in my last space of real awareness, that I’d lifted myself off the bed and that I was pulling Brendan’s hair, holding him hard as if both our lives depended on it. His finger was positively smashing in and out of me. He wanted this just as much as I did.

And it was this, this knowledge that he wanted to see me lose control just as desperately as I wanted to, that finally tipped me over the edge.

Cumming is like falling into the Michigan rapids. The pleasure smacked into me: I hollered, legs kicking in all directions, eyes disappearing into my skull. The bliss was so overwhelming, so absolute, it was like my mind had been wiped clean with electric light. I whimpered helplessly as the rush carried me down twists and turns, not knowing where I was, not caring. I only began to breathe again as the last licks of pleasure faded away.

I collapsed back on to the bed. I’d nearly brought myself into a sitting position.

“Mother of fuck,” I panted. I looked down at Brendan. He was curled at the foot of the bed, his bahis şirketleri expression dazed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever made a girl cum so hard,” he said. He was looking at me like he couldn’t believe his eyes. Like he was seeing some sort of religious figure. I laughed bashfully. Back on dry land, the embarrassment was jogging to meet me.

Movement caught my eye—he was absently rubbing his dick through his jeans. It stuck sideways out toward his pocket. I wouldn’t have been surprised if it sprung suddenly past his belt.

“If I let you fuck me, can you pull out in time?” The words were out before I could consider their ramifications. Brendan blinked rapidly.

“Yeah, I’ve done it before.”

I was on birth control for cramps, but I was nevertheless ridiculously scared of getting pregnant. Still, I wanted to thank him. A stupid decision, perhaps, but it was mine to make.

I laid back on the bed and spread my legs.

Brendan climbed on top of me and slid inside. The movement was absurdly easy—I was soaked.

“You’re so excited,” he moaned. I felt a thrill at his words. He was vulnerable. For the next few minutes, he was absolutely mine. And I was feeling merciful.

“I want you to please yourself,” I said. “Cum as fast as you want. Do whatever makes you feel good.” He looked into my eyes to see if I was telling the truth. I smirked a little.

Brendan lifted my left leg and put it on his shoulder. He began to rock his hips, but his caution lasted only for a moment; in seconds he was thrusting like a machine. The fullness of him was a pleasant feeling, as was the power that gripped me as I watched the changes in his face: serene focus interrupted by furrowed brows, lips opening and turning down, breath coming hard and fast.

“Are you gonna cum for me Brenden?” The words didn’t sound like something I’d say, but I loved how they sounded.

“Oh yeah.”

“I bet you want to cum in my hot, wet pussy, don’t you?”

“Fuck yeah,” he panted. I giggled.

“Too bad! Pull out and cum on my aching tits.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Breathing like a sprinter, Brendan quickly pulled out and began to whack furiously at his dick. “Oh fuck I’m coming hard! I’m—”

Brendan’s face crumpled. He gave a wild, desperate groan, and cum jettisoned out of him, falling in thick ropes across my breasts, the base of his cock throbbing and bouncing. I listened as his moans grew small and his hand slowed. Eventually, he fell back beside me. I chuckled.

“And that was what I was afraid of?” He rolled his head toward me.

“What was that?” I smiled to myself and shook my head.

“Nothing.”

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In the days that passed after our mouth watering session our messages had completely changed to just pure filth, we weren’t holding anything back in describing how much we were enjoying our forbidden tryst, we sent pictures to one another and had some great phone sex too. I knew she was going away for a long weekend with her girlfriends so I wanted to try and see her before she left but opportunities seemed to be hard to come by between my workload and my friend paying her more attention these days.

She left early Friday morning and was posting regular updates of her journey on social media, I could see she was having a great time but I did wish I was there with her. It wasn’t long before my phone was going off again as she began to tell me how much fun she was having and sending me pictures of her various outfits. She looked simply stunning in every photograph. I longed to have her in my arms again and to smell her sweet perfume as she lay next to me. My mind began to wander back to our last encounter and I soon found myself stroking my cock through my jeans, I was just building up a rhythm when my phone rang, I knew exactly who it was.

She was slightly boozy and was telling me that she had a short time free before the girls all headed it again, she missed me and more importantly she missed my cock! I told her I had just been thinking about her and playing with myself, she jokingly gave me into trouble for having fun without her and then began describing how she was touching herself. I could hear her breathing change as she began to rub her swollen clit, my own breathing got heavier as I listened to her toy with her pussy. I wanted to be there, I wanted to tease her with my tongue, I wanted to fuck her so badly, I began roughly tugging at my stiff manhood imagining being inside her, she must have sensed my longing to see her because she then told me to hang up and wait a few moments because she would ring me back.

I thought someone must have come into her room or something but a few minutes later I received a video call, I answered and was greeted with the glorious image of her standing completely naked, she smiled and asked me if I wanted to watch her pleasure herself for me, she knew damn well I did!

“Before you get to see me, I want to watch you play.” she said.

I moved my camera down and released my cock from my jeans, I could hear her moan softly as I began stroking the full length of my shaft. As I continued to play I felt the pre cum run out and over my hands, I knew I wouldn’t take long to cum if I carried on at this rate and she knew too so she told me to stop and that it was my turn to watch her. I eagerly turned to look at my screen, she was staring back at me biting her lower lip, I loved it when she did that, it was such a tempestuous look and it always made my cock stir wildly. She moved the camera down following her hand as it ran over her neck and then cupped at her amazing breasts, she began to gently run her nipples so I could watch them harden, this didn’t take long and soon she was pulling them harder and groaning as she did so, I couldn’t resist the urge to take my cock in my hand once again.

“You want to watch me fuck myself don’t you?”

“You fucking know I do!” I replied.

The camera was on the move again and soon it was over her glistening wet pussy, she slowly ran her fingers over her clit before pulling her lips wide open so I could see just how wet she was. I began to recall just how good that pussy tasted and that was making me want it even more now. She slowly slid a finger inside and moaned audibly, I told her to pick up speed and to cum loudly for me, she did as I asked and was soon gasping in orgasmic pleasure, I felt myself getting close too and she knew from my groans that it would be imminent.

“Cum for me baby, I want to watch.” She said.

At that I moaned loudly as I showered güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri my stomach in my own hot sticky cum, it felt so good to release that after so long but it would have been better if it was with her. She giggled as I shuddered and gasped my way through the end of my orgasm, she told me I was a naughty boy but she would make me do that again in person when she got home.

I resisted the temptation to call her on Sunday when I knew she was home as I was pretty certain my friend would have been round, it turns out I got that wrong as I soon had a knock at my door. I got a pleasant surprise when I saw her standing there, she laughed at the look of delighted shock that was etched on my face and asked if I was going to just stare at her or invite her in. I apologised sheepishly and then moved aside so she could enter, I admired her lovely figure as she slowly brushed past me and made her way down my hall, she gracefully removed her jacket from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor revealing that she was only wearing a silk negligee, she lifted it slightly to reveal her naked was cheeks which told me she wasn’t wearing any underwear either.

I followed her into my living room and as I approached her I spun her round and took her in my arms, we were instantly all over each other, kissing wildly, hands grabbing at every inch of each others flesh, she ripped my t-shirt off my chest and threw me down onto my sofa, I sat there in awe of the sheer lust that was in her eyes, my cock was already straining against my shorts and her eyes slowly moved downward to the visible bulge, she got down onto her knees and slid my shorts off smiling as my cock sprung to attention for her. She pressed it against my stomach with her right hand and began to lick from the base of my balls right up to the tip, it felt incredible as she literally covered every part of my cock with her tongue before she hungrily wrapped her lips around the tip and began to suck. As she did this she took her left hand and gave my balls a firm but gentle squeeze and pulled at them softly, I groaned in pleasure at this and arched my back, i had never had that done to me before and fuck, it felt so good. I loved watching her suck my cock, it was such a turn on, especially when she looked up at me while she did it.

She got to her feet and climbed up to straddle me, we kissed again, I felt the warmth emanating from her pussy as it glided so close to my cock. She threw her head back so could kiss her neck, my nails digging into her back as the waves of passion crashed over us. I removed her clothing as I continued to kiss her neck and the front of her chest, she began to move her hips in a circular motion and I knew what was coming, it was her trademark move and one which she confessed to enjoying so much because of the noises it made me make, me, I just loved the sensation of it. She circled the opening of her pussy over my cock, I could feel how wet she was and it was so tantalising to be this close to feeling her pussy walls gripping round my cock but she knew this and carried on teasing me until I grabbed a hold of both of her ass cheeks and she slammed herself down on top of me. Fuck this felt amazing! Almost as soon as she took my length she pulled up again and began the teasing cycle once more, I gave her ass one almighty slap which made her jump and moan before forcing her to come down hard on my cock again, I couldn’t hold back anymore so I began thrusting as hard as I could, she placed her hands on my shoulders and arched her back in ecstasy as I gave her the fucking that she was longing for.

I decided that it was going to be my turn to tease now so I threw her onto the sofa and spread her legs wide apart, I was going to make her come hard for me, I hastily got to my knees and wasted no time in burying my tongue deep into her delicious pussy, she tasted güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri as sweet as always and it wasn’t long before I was hearing the familiar moans that I loved. I began to massage her clit with my left hand and thrust my middle and ring finger of my right hand deep inside her, I was pressing them upwards so I could massage her g-spot, she began to lose all control and was thrashing wildly at this which spurned me on even more, I continued this technique to the point she was biting her own hand to stop herself from screaming so loudly and then I felt her cum hard all over my fingers. She was panting hard so I withdrew my hand and slid my cock inside her in one swift movement, her pussy was soaking wet but still offered a little tight resistance which felt like perfection and that was what this woman was, perfection. I grabbed a hold of her firm breasts as I thrust myself inside her, she was clawing at my arms trying to find anything to hold onto as she shuddered to another noisy climax.

Once her orgasm had subsided a little I pulled out and told her to get on her knees and bend over, I enjoyed fucking her in this position as it gave me full access to her perfect ass and also because I knew it was her favourite way to fuck. I pulled her cheeks apart and saw the trail of cum that had trickled from her pussy to her tight little asshole, I ran my finger along following it before grabbing my cock and hammering hard into her. I ran my hand up her back and grabbed her hair as I pounded away, making sure she felt every inch of me inside her, she was breathing erratically and mumbling incoherent words, most of which I assumed started or ended in fuck. I let go of her hair and moved my hands down to her upper back when I pushed her downwards, this made her ass stick up more which was my aim. I grabbed her right cheek and then slammed my cock in hard, I slowed my rhythm down to singular hard powerful strokes and after a few more I gripped her waist tightly and filled her pussy with my cum. I slid my cock out and collapsed back on my sofa as she remained in the same position while she caught her breath, a few minutes past and then she rolled over, turned to me and told me that was the best fuck she ever had.

We both sat naked on the sofa for a while exchanging the odd smiles and childish giggles before she exclaimed that she would need to get a shower before she left as she was meant to be heading over to my friends place. I got up and led her through to the bathroom, I had no intention of letting her leave just yet and she clocked this when I placed two fresh towels beside the shower.

“I take it you are joining me then?” She said with a smile.

I grinned back and switched the water on. We both climbed in and as soon as she turned I was all over her again, my hands gliding over her body as the water rained down over us. We had spoken before about shower sex and it was admittedly one of her fantasies so I was only too happy to oblige when the situation arose. As the steam began to build in the room I reached over and grabbed some shower gel and began to massage it into her body, I took my time as I caressed every curve and watched as she closed her eyes as the feeling of sensual relaxation began to sweep over her, every now and then I would slide my cock in between her legs to give her that slight jolt of excitement. She turned to face away from me as I finished rinsing her beautiful body down and I can tell you now, nothing quite matches the sound of a good wet spank in the shower, it was the perfect noise and it made her lean forward slightly to steady herself on the wall, I had such a good view of her pussy like this, dripping with water and probably more so I slid my fingers inside her and began to masturbate her vigorously, her legs began to tremble and she almost slipped as she came frantically.

She turned to güvenilir bahis şirketleri face me and pulled me in to kiss her, I felt her hand slide down to her pussy where she proceeded to slide her fingers inside her and then place them in my mouth so I could taste her sweet cum, fuck! This was turning out to be one hell of a night. We carried on kissing and as we did I was sliding my cock between her pussy lips, sensuously wanking myself off against her. This felt so good but I wanted to fuck her properly again, my cock was throbbing hard and wanting some real attention so I suggested we moved into the bedroom, we barely bothered to dry ourselves as we got out the shower and made our way to the next room. She lay herself down on my bed and I immediately went down on her again. There was literally nothing else I wanted other than to fuck this woman all day every day until the end of time, I couldn’t get enough of her body, her taste, her eyes, her hair, her moans, her absolute everything. She told me to kiss her so I moved towards her soft succulent lips and gave her what was quite possibly the most sensual kiss we had ever shared, it was soft, gentle and passionate not like the usual lust fuelled affair we had been regularly doing, it was for lack of a better word, nice.

It seemed only fitting to carry on as we had started so I slowly entered her and wanted to take my time, this was more than just a fuck now, we wanted to make love to each other, we kissed, we caressed, she ran her fingers down my back tickling me with her nails but this wasn’t an ordinary tickle, this sent shivers through me, it felt incredible, I pushed myself up on my arms so I could gaze into her beautiful eyes as we truly began to get lost in this moment. She rolled me over so that she could go on top, she ran her fingers over my chest and down my torso before moving them up her own body. She cupped her breasts and gave them a firm squeeze as she gyrated on top of me, I held onto her hips to gently manipulate her movements in time with my subtle thrusts as she was running her hands through her hair and leaning backwards, she looked majestic.

I sat up and held her in an embrace as we continued to have sex, this new position was something neither of us had done before but it became obvious very quickly that we were enjoying it, she began to buck faster and with every movement I felt my cock push deeper inside her, the walls of her pussy kept tightening around the tip of my cock and making me groan louder and louder in pleasure, it was obviously having the same effect on her as her nails started to really dig into my back, the combination of the pain and pleasure heightened this whole experience and as much as we were having a lovely intimate experience our true animal instincts burst back into life.

“Fuck me harder!” she cried.

I didn’t need to be told twice so I flipped her onto her back and placed her left leg over my shoulder as I slid inside her again, I raised her leg as high as I could so I could push my full length in, it had the desired effect as she came almost instantly, I on the other hand still had plenty of fuel in the tank and wasn’t ready to blow just yet. I told her to play with her clit while I fucked her, I enjoyed watching her make herself cum it appealed to my voyeuristic nature but I also knew it turned her on too. The more she played the harder I fucked until I was slamming I to her at full speed.

“Cum on my pussy, I know you want to.” she moaned.

I kept thrusting as hard as I could and then pulled my cock out just in time to shoot my load all over her well fucked pussy. I couldn’t help but dip my cock inside her again just to maximise the sensation for both of us and what a feeling it was. I slumped next to her utterly spent, my legs had gone to jelly and I just wanted to lay her with her for the rest of time, just as I was about to close my eyes she stood up and told me that she had to get going, she had a quick shower and then gathered her things. I walked her to the door and kissed her as she left, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I saw her again and she must have read my mind because her parting words were simply.

“Until next time, my lover.”

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