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As a corporate meeting planner I have often been told how lucky I am to have such an exciting job. Unfortunately, although I love my career, it is usually quite mundane. I travel a lot and work long hours, always at the beck and call of a client. Early in April, however, I received an unexpected reward for all my hard work.

Mont Tremblant is a ski resort a couple of hours drive from Montreal. I was coordinating a meeting there for 3 days and I decided that I would spend an extra day to take advantage of great spring ski conditions. The day was perfect: warm, calm and clear.

I got to the resort ski shop early to rent my equipment and hurried to catch an early shuttle to the hills. As I was about to sit down a voice called out to me.

“Bonjour, Mademoiselle.”

I looked up to see one of the hotel waiters beckoning to me to sit down next to him. I have always had a weakness for French Canadian men. There is an air of sensuality to them that makes my knees tremble. I had noticed Martin in the dining room the first day I arrived. He had short, wavy brown hair and big brown eyes with long lashes. It was hard to tell, but I was sure that the body under his waiter’s uniform was tremendous. Thoughts of him had permeated my sleep with warm juicy results. Now, in reality he was calling out to me.

“Bonjour, Martin.” I replied sitting down next to him, delighted at my good luck.

“It’s a great day for skiing,” he said, “I had to take the opportunity to get out on my day off. It’s good to see you relaxing a bit, you have been working very hard with your group.”

“This is my reward.” I said, with a smile that insinuated that seeing him was a big part of the prize.

“Well, it would be a great reward to me if you would ski with me today.” He responded with his sexy grin.

“Mmm, I think this is going to be a very promising day.” I said very quietly.

Just sitting next to this man on the bus was getting me going. I could feel my pussy getting moist as my mind raced thinking about the potential erotic possibilities that lay ahead of me that day.

Martin and I spent the day together skiing and flirting. Occasionally his hand would drape across my shoulders and his fingers would caress the back of my neck or “accidentally” brush against my breast. He was teasing me and it was driving me wild. But nothing happened. Later that afternoon, it was with a tight-lipped frustrated smile that I said goodbye to him in the hotel lobby and returned to my suite for a lonely room-service dinner.

Once in my room I decided that all wasn’t lost. I was terribly horny, and my fingers had never let me down before. I stripped down to my white lace bra and thong panties and put on my short white silk robe. I lay down on the bed and conjured Martin’s face and body in my imagination. Slowly I began to run my hands all over my body. I slipped my right hand beneath the elastic of my thong and began to stroke my pussy.

Before I could really begin to enjoy myself I was interrupted by a knock on the door. Startled out of my daydream, I hurriedly straightened what little clothing I was wearing and went to answer the door. As I looked through the peep-hole I was amazed to see Martin with a room service trolley. His timing couldn’t have been better. I opened the door.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, “ I ordered dinner and a bottle of champagne for us. You didn’t have other plans, did you?”

“No, I have no other plans, in fact your timing really is perfect. I’ll just go get dressed.”

“Please, “ he said, reaching out to catch my shoulder with a wicked grin on his face, “don’t change. I like what you are wearing.”

We sat down and Martin served me dinner. After a wonderful meal and three glasses of champagne I was feeling lightheaded, and shameless. Entertaining sexy strangers in my hotel suite was not an activity I was accustomed to, but the alcohol and my intense need to be fucked were blocking any inhibitions I might have had.

He stood up to fill my glass with the remaining champagne and walked behind me. I felt his fingertips caress the back of my neck. His hands moved to my shoulders and gently he pulled the robe down exposing my sensitive flesh. I could feel his breath on my neck.

“You mentioned a reward earlier,” he whispered “and marmaris escort I want to give you one, one that you wont soon forget. You have looked after other people’s needs for the past few days, now it your turn to have your special needs met.“

“Ohh, yes.” I sighed, “Please, I’m feeling so needy, Martin.”

The straps of my bra were pushed down and my tits were exposed. My nipples hardened as he began to tweak them gently between his thumb and forefinger. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back in submission to the pleasure that was waving over me.

“That’s it, Baby. Relax. You are such a sexy, beautiful woman. I’m going to feel make you feel so good.”

He kissed me on my exposed throat, nibbling and licking all the way up my chin to my mouth. His tongue probed my mouth and I tasted the champagne on his lips. I felt dizzy with the desire that was engulfing me. My robe was completely off, and with a deft move of his hands my bra was undone and on the floor next to me. He pulled me up to a standing position and held me close. He stroked my bare ass lightly; I could feel his cock growing through his jeans. Then he pulled away and held my shoulders at arms length while his gaze followed the contours of my body.

“Dance for me, move your body while I watch you.” He said as he moved away from me and sat on the couch.

Self-consciously I began to move my body in a slow and sensual rhythm. I closed my eyes, began to relax and enjoy the sensations.

“Don’t close your eyes,” Martin said, “look at me and see how much I am enjoying you.”

I slowly opened my eyes and looked over at him. I liked feeling his eyes on me; he made me feel sexy. I wanted to perform for him. I began slowly rotating my hips and moving my body in long sensuous waves. I began to explore my torso with my hands, touching myself the way I wanted a lover to touch me. I turned my back to Martin, ran my hands over my exposed ass and increased the speed of my gyrations. My shyness was gone, I was a horny slut and I wanted him to know it.

“Oh, Baby, you know how to move.”

I arched my back like a cat in heat and turned my head to face him.

“I’m only just starting.” I crooned. With that I bent over with my ass towards him, tucked my thumbs under the elastic of my thong panties, slowly pulled them down and stepped daintily out of them. Instead of standing up again I spread my legs and gave Martin an open view of my very wet pussy. I placed my hands around my ankles and ran them up along the insides of my thighs.

He gasped. I could see Martin through my open legs. He was rubbing his cock through his jeans and I could tell that he was breathing quickly. Watching my effect on him gave me a wonderful sense of power and victory. I had never felt as feminine as I felt at that moment.

“Let me see your cock, Martin.” I said, “ I want to see how much you are really enjoying me.”

He moaned and undid his jeans and began to masturbate in front of me. His cock was hard; I could see the veins along the shaft straining. To give him a better show I began to rub my clit and slip my fingers into my cunt. I was dripping wet and aching to be fucked.

“You are gorgeous.” He moaned, holding his very hard cock towards me. “Come closer to me, I have something for you.”

I couldn’t wait to get my lips around his cock and suck him deep into my mouth. I kneeled down in front of him and began to pull at his jeans. I wanted to see this man naked; I wanted to rake my fingernails along his ass and thighs. Martin didn’t resist me. Together we removed all of his clothes and I settled in to blow him the best way I knew how.

First I spread his legs wide and began to kiss his inner thighs, beginning just inside the knee and working my way up. Every once in a while I playfully nipped his skin with my teeth and he groaned. Once I had worked my mouth up each of his legs I began to very gently run the tip of my tongue all over his balls. Martin kept his pubic hair trimmed very nicely, and the skin on his balls was soft and silky. I loved the sensation of licking him.

Slowly, one at a time, I sucked each ball into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it all the while. My fingers were tracing patterns on his outer thighs and hips.

“Please,” he moaned, “suck my cock!”

Not wanting marmaris escort bayan to rush things, I continued to take my time. I ever so softly ran the tip of my tongue along the underside of his cock. I paused just before I reached the straining purple head and tickled him with quick tongue movements.

“Oh, God! Please suck it.”

Finally, I placed my mouth around him and slowly engulfed his entire length.

“That feels so good, you are an amazing cock sucker.”

I could feel Martin’s cock against the back of my throat. His hands were on either side of my head, stroking my hair as I sucked him in deeper. I began to rock back and forth, fucking him with my mouth, slowly at first and the gradually increasing the tempo. His hips began moving to meet my mouth, and I had to hold on tightly to his ass just to keep with him.

“You are going to make me come! Oh, shit! I’m coming! Now!”

With an explosive groan he came in my mouth. I held on and swallowed every drop. I continued to suck him even after his orgasm passed, gently caressing him with light strokes of my tongue as his final tremors of excitement subsided.

“You are so beautiful.” He said softly. “Thank you.”

“The pleasure was all mine.” I responded with a smile.

“Not ALL yours,” he said, as he gently pulled me up onto the couch next to him, “trust me.” “Now it’s your turn.”

I leaned back and rested my head on the arm of the sofa. Martin lifted my right leg and draped it over the back of the couch exposing my cunt in all its shiny wet glory. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his face as his gaze lingered on my most intimate parts. He bent his head and kissed the inside of each of my knees, my hipbones, and finally the mound of my pussy. I tried to maneuver my body to feel his mouth on my clit, but he anticipated my moves and swiftly pulled his head away.

“Martin, you are teasing me. I want to feel your tongue deep inside me.”

“Not yet,” he whispered, “anticipation makes everything so much better. It is worth waiting for, just like you.”

I felt his hand where his lips had left off. Martin explored my dripping snatch with his fingers, first teasing my swollen clit, then finger fucking me with long rhythmic strokes. I couldn’t help grinding and thrusting my ass, trying desperately to get off on his hand, but Martin had other ideas. As soon as I was close to coming he stopped completely and brought his fingers up to my mouth so that I could suck my own juices. Then he began all over again, only to leave me hanging at the brink once more.

I was ready to scream with mixed pleasure and frustration when Martin dropped his lips back down to my poor aching pussy, and began to gently suck on my over stimulated clit. This time I was not going to let him back off. I grabbed his head with my hands and began to grind my crotch into his face. He did not try to pull away, instead he dove into my pussy, nibbling, licking and sucking for all he was worth. My orgasm had been building for what seemed like an eternity and when it finally washed over me I couldn’t hold back my ecstatic yell of triumph.

“Oh, God. Oh, Martin. I’m almost there. I’m coming. Please make me come. Suck me off! Please Martin. Ohhhh! Yes!”

The sensation was all encompassing. I had never experienced such an intense sexual release before. My body shook with little tremors as my orgasm passed. Martin just kept sucking me gently, until I finally collapsed back against the arm of the couch with my eyes closed, softly moaning his name in appreciation.

“No rest for the wicked, my sexy angel.” He said as he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and carried me over to the bed.

Martin lay me down gently and his hands started roaming my body, finding all my sensitive and ticklish spots. Once again his hands traveled to my tits and he teased my nipples. I was still recovering from his last wonderful assault, but his touch was re-awakening my senses and I was beginning to feel an ache in my pussy that could only be satisfied by one thing: Martin’s cock. I reached out to fondle him and was delighted to find that he was hard once again.

“Martin, I need to be fucked. Could you please fuck me with your big beautiful cock?” I asked coyly.

“Oh, I am going to fuck you, don’t’ worry,” Martin smiled escort marmaris wickedly at me, “in fact, I’m going to let you fuck me. I want to watch your tits bounce as you ride me.”

He rolled over on his back and pulled me on top of him. I didn’t need any further encouragement. I grabbed his cock and guided it into my slick pussy. He filled me completely. I sat still enjoying the feeling of him deep inside me; then I began to screw him slowly, rotating my hips and contracting my cunt muscles.

“Your cunt is so tight!” He gasped.

“I want to squeeze every drop of come out of you, Martin.” I said as I began to increase the tempo of my movements.

Martin placed his hands on my hips and began to move with me. Once we had established a rhythm he began to rub my clit as I fucked him. I could feel myself close to coming, but Martin was not yet ready.

“Please suck my cock just a little more, Baby. I need to fuck your sweet mouth as you suck your juices off of my cock.”

I have always been eager to please, and this time was no exception. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him with renewed vigour. Martin repositioned me so that he could taste my cunt a second time. As soon as I felt his tongue on me I began to grind my pussy into his face again. I could feel the waves of pleasure building, but I wanted us to come together, with his cock buried to the hilt in my cunt.

“Please, Martin,” I said, pulling away from his cock reluctantly, “I want to come with you fucking me. I want you to explode in my cunt this time.”

“Ok, turn around and hold on to the headboard, I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

I quickly turned around and arched my back so that he could get into me easily. He entered me swiftly with no pretense of gentleness. I thought he was going to tear me apart. He fucked me with such force that my knees were being lifted off the bed with each thrust.

The headboard was banging rhythmically against the wall and I could hear the sound of his body slapping against my ass. I could also hear the sound of myself moaning loudly, almost screaming out his name.

“Oh my God, Martin, it feels so good. Fuck me, oh, please fuck me hard.”

“How do you like it?” He grunted, “Do you like it hard? Do you like it fast?”

“Yes, Martin. Harder. Faster. I need your big cock in my cunt. Please!”

Martin kept ramming his cock into me, harder and faster. He held me firmly with one hand and began to rub my clit vigourously with his other hand. His moans joined my own.

“I’m going to come again. You are going to make me come, you beautiful little slut. Here I come, Baby. Here it is! Uh!”

Hearing him pushed me over the edge and convulsions wracked my body as I had one more tremendous orgasm. I let go of the headboard and collapsed face down on the bed with Martin falling heavily on top of me. He rolled over and rested next to me, eyes closed and breathing heavily. I watched him quietly as he lay there, wondering if I would ever see him again once the night was over. Suddenly he opened his eyes and smiled at me.

“So,” he asked, “was the day as promising as you hoped it would be?”

“The day was quite nice, but the evening was terrific.” I responded and kissed him gently on the lips. “Thank you.”

“I have to leave you now,” he said after returning my kiss with his own, “I can’t stay here.”

“I know, Martin. I have to get some rest too. I fly home tomorrow and I have to go straight back to work. My little interlude is over.”

Martin got up and began to get dressed. “Will you be at breakfast tomorrow?” He asked.

“My flight leaves too early, I have to drive back to Montreal at dawn.”

“Well then, I guess I should say goodbye and bon voyage now.” He said softly. “I enjoyed spending time together.”

“Me too.”

Martin left soon after. The next morning I got up early and checked out of my room. At the front desk there was a small box waiting for me with a croissant, butter, jam, an orange and a cut rose. The note attached read:

Thanks again for a wonderful night. You are a beautiful, sexy woman, who really is as horny as hell. I hope you are back with another conference group very soon. Drive safely. Martin.

Martin had included his phone number. I tucked the note into my purse as I got into my car, and as I drove back to Montreal I began planning my strategy for enticing more of my clients to hold their conferences at Mont Tremblant – after all May is supposed to be a lovely time in the Laurentians.

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It was 7:30pm and I was standing on my next door neighbour’s door step. We had only met a few hours earlier. What had been an innocent peek over the fence had turned into a confrontation followed by a steamy fuck. Clare was a 6’4″ blonde amazon in her early forties, as I had discovered. She had an amazing body, nice full boobs and legs to die for. After our initial encounter Clare had invited me for dinner.

I knocked. I could hear someone walking to the front door. Having had a quick look around and not seeing another cars but hers I assumed Clare was still on her own. The front door opened.

Standing in front of me was Clare looking absolutely stunning in all her Amazonian glory. Her blond hair was out. She was wearing a sheer fitting floral summer dress that just covered her shapely ass. She was showing a very generous amount of cleavage and it was evident she was not wearing a bra. Her long tanned legs went all the way down to a pair of 3″ heeled strappy sandals.

“Hi Alan,” Clare said, “Please come in.” I stepped through the door.

“Thanks for inviting me over”, I replied.

Not being quite sure what to do I kissed her on the cheek. She moved closer to me and took my face in both her hands. I caught a waft of her perfume.

“I think we know each other a little better than just to have a peck on the cheek”, she said looking into my eyes.

With that she planted her lips on mine and kissed me. I felt her tongue dance across my lips so I opened my mouth. She explored the inner edges of my lips with her tongue then lifted her head.

“Hmmmmm, very tasty. But later…,” she said. “Now come through.”

I followed her down a short hall way with 3 bedrooms off both sides, and a bathroom, into a large light filled living area with a lounge area and TV, to one side, a dining table and the kitchen. Glass sliding doors filled the end wall leading out to a large covered outdoor entertaining area with chairs, tables and a BBQ.

I had been in the place a few times over the years for a drink or a meal as it was a rental. Usually a family would rent it out for the summer break. Sometimes I would get to know them and would be invited over.

“Just here by yourself?” I asked, as I handed her a chilled bottle of white wine I had brought along.

“I’ve rented the place for the summer,” Clare said. “I have invited some friends and family members to visit me, and stay, at various times over the next 6 weeks.”

“Good idea,” I said. “You have plenty of room for people to stay and entertain. It’s a great place for the summer.”

“Well you are my first visitor then. I’m expecting a group of girlfriends tomorrow. I like the first days or so to settle in, check out the locale and spend a bit of time on the beach. I usually go to a different place each summer,” she explained.

I looked into the kitchen area to see some covered salad bowls, cutlery, plates and glasses along with a tray of steak.

“Can I help with anything?” I offered.

“Yes. Thanks. You’ll find a bottle of champagne and some chilled glasses in the fridge. Can you do the honours?”

“Pleasure,” I replied, heading to the fridge.

I popped the cork on the champagne bottle and poured two glasses. I handed one to Clare.

“A toast,” I said.

“To summer holidays,” said Clare.

“And chance encounters,” I added with a smile.

We clinked glasses.

“Now, anything else?” I asked.

“Yes please. Grab that tray of steak and follow me out to the BBQ,” said Clare, as she picked up the champagne bottle.

I picked up the tray and my glass and followed Clare outside to the BBQ taking the opportunity to admire the way her sheer dress clung to her shapely ass.

“Admiring the view?” Clare asked, as she noticed me staring at her ass.

“I take every opportunity. Particularly when it’s such an impressive view,” I replied grinning.

We placed everything down on the table.

“Allow me,” I said, as I reached for the tray of steak and the tongs.

I placed the two steaks on the already lit BBQ. Adjusted the gas setting and closed the hood. I took a note of the time and then sat down in a chair on the same side of the table as Clare. Clare had already moved her chair out and turned it to face me. She was sitting with her legs crossed with her glass in her hand.

“And what about you Alan? What’s a good looking guy doing by himself at a beach house here at the beginning of summer?” she asked.

“Fair question,” I said, taking a sip of champagne and continuing to admire the view. I noticed that as she sat back her boobs didn’t sag. They maintained their position sitting out from her chest and I could just make out a hint of nipple through the sheer dress material.

I explained that I had owned my beach house for a number of years. I had been able to buy it due to a very lucrative IT contract I had worked on in the Middle East. I enjoyed staying there when I had the chance and often let friends and family use the place. We then went on to chat about the various attractions around fethiye escort the area, the best times to go to the beach, good areas for a walk and local restaurants that were worth a visit. Keeping an eye on the time I turned the steaks while we talked.

Five minutes later I announced, “These steaks are just about ready Clare.”

“Right then. I’ll just get the rest of the things,” she said as she headed back to the kitchen.

She returned with a tray holding the salads, plates, cutlery and condiments as I removed the steaks from the BBQ. We quickly arranged everything on the table. While I topped up the glasses Clare served the salad.

We sat back down to enjoy our meal and continued chatting. Clare was an insurance broker in the city. Sounded like she led a very corporate and busy life style. She had been married and was now divorced, no kids, and lived in an apartment just out of the city. She loved the outdoors, particularly the beach. Her idea of the perfect summer was to rent out a beach house for the break and use the opportunity to catch up with family and friends along with working on her tan. Now at the age of 44 she was finally happy with her life and her life choices.

By now we had moved on to a very enjoyable Shiraz varietal red wine. Clare certainly knew her wine. It was a perfect match for the steak. We finished the meal and continued to chat. I pulled my chair back and turned it to face her. It was a beautiful evening. Being the middle of summer it was still light and sunset wouldn’t be for about another hour. The sky was clear, the air was still and the temperature was about 23C. I looked over as Clare as she moved her chair into a similar position to face me.

“Good choice of red,” I said holding up my glass.

“Thank you,” said Clare. “Life’s too short to be drinking anything but good wine,” she continued with a smile.

“Do you mind?” said Clare as she slipped off her sandals and lifted her feet up onto my leg.

“Sure,” I replied. As I took the opportunity to admire her impressive smooth long legs.

She flexed her toes.

“It’s a nice little spot here,” she said. “I think I’ve made a good choice for this summer.”

“Just gotta keep an eye on those pesky neighbours,” I said with a grin.

“I think I have sorted him out,” she said with a laugh.

We continued to chat about things. Clare was curious to find out more about my IT career. I explained how I had started working as a computer programmer after graduating from university and had moved through a number of different areas in IT over the years. I had found my niche for the moment in business analysis, including change management, and could turn my hand to project management when required.

“So that would make you about 40?” she asked.

“Forty two actually,” I replied.

As we continued chatting I put my empty glass down and started giving Clare a foot massage. I could tell she was enjoying it as she would let out little noises of appreciation as I worked my thumbs gently into the sole of her foot.

“Here’s the deal,” said Clare, ending the conversation. “You massage my other foot and I will go and get another bottle.”

“Fair enough,” I replied and finished massaging her left foot and moved onto the right.

While I continued to massage I would occasionally run my hand up and down one of her legs. Her muscle tone was impressive and skin was silky smooth.

I finished the massage and kissed her on the top of each foot.

“Very nice,” she said, almost purring. She opened her eyes. “Better get that bottle.”

Clare was back in a minute and had filled both glasses. I was glad it was only a short stagger home. I was feeling very relaxed. Clare was no slouch though. She had been matching me glass for glass.

As she walked back I noticed that her shoulders were a bit pink from her time in the sun today.

“Looks like you have picked up a bit of sun,” I said.

“Where?” she asked.

“On your shoulders,” I replied.

“Damn, I should have re-applied my sun tan lotion. Got to be careful. Haven’t spent much time in the sun lately. Back in a tic.”

She walked back into the house and came back with a bottle of moisturizer.

“Can you just rub some of this in,” said Clare, as she walked over to me.

She handed me the bottle and knelt down with her back to me in front of my chair. She then slipped her dress over the top of her head.

“Might as well do it all,” she said seductively. “You don’t mind?”

Clare was now kneeling in front of me naked. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing briefs.

“Not at all,” I said.

Clare moved back a little and lifted her hair away. I applied some moisturizer to my hands. Warmed it and gently started to work it into her shoulders and upper arms.

“Hmmmm, nice hands,” she purred.

I reached around and applied moisturizer to her upper chest and then slowly worked my way down her large breasts. I flicked her nipples as I went over them.

“Hmmmm, I’m enjoying this. But you will need to reach the escort fethiye other parts,” she said.

Clare then stood up and turned around. My curiosity was put to rest. She wasn’t wearing briefs I confirmed as I looked straight at her bare pussy. She then put her hands on my shoulders and threaded her long legs over the top of mine and under the arm of the chair I was sitting in. She was now sitting naked in my lap with my face between her magnificent breasts. Her hands were now on my shoulders.

“Enjoying that view?” she asked with a cheeky grin.

“Delicious,” I replied as I kissed each nipple.

“Well?” she asked.

“Oh!” I replied, momentarily forgetting the task at hand.

I immediately applied moisturizer to my hands and then proceeded to work my hands slowly down her back to her shapely ass. Then I moved to her breasts, again, and made sure moisturizer was evenly applied. I may have gone over the same spot more than once. I wasn’t getting any objection from Clare.

I looked up to see her eyes closed and her head slightly back as I moved to her flat stomach.

“How’s that going?” I asked.

“Just keep doing what you are doing,” she purred.

I then moved my hands around to apply moisturizer to her delicious ass. I spent a little longer there than probably necessary but I could tell Clare was enjoying it as much as I was. By now she would have been able to feel the bulge in my pants pushing into her inner thigh.

“I like your touch,” Clare said in a slightly dreamy voice.

“Just a bit more back there,” she purred. “Hmmmm, that’s it. Very nice.”

I then worked my way down each leg as best I could considering the seating arrangement.

“Don’t stop,” Clare whispered in my ear.

I put more moisturizer on my hands and went back to her magnificent ass. As I continued to rub and kneed her buttocks I wrapped my lips around one of her already hard nipples.

“Yessssss,” she said, like she was expelling air.

By now my cock was desperately trying to escape my shorts. However with the seating position I had nowhere to go. Clare was completely in charge. I felt her squirm into my lap.

“Hmmmmm, he’s hard. Yummy,” she whispered.

I then moved one hand from her ass to my lap and with a finger gently ran it up and down the lips of her pussy. I could feel she was starting to get wet.

“Slip one in,” she purred.

I parted her pussy lips and slipped a finger inside her warm, wet pussy.

“I think I’m still wet from earlier,” she giggled.

I slowly started to finger fuck her.

“Another,” she said.

I slipped in a second finger and continued my rhythmic motion.

Hmmmm, nice. Another,” she said.

I slipped in a third finger and with my thumb started gently rubbing her clit. I lifted my head back and looked up. She was matching the rhythm of my hand with her hips. Her head was back. As she felt me let go of her nipple she looked down at me with a big smile. She then opened her mouth, licked her lips and moved her mouth to mine. With an urgency she probed my mouth with her tongue. She moved one hand behind my head and pushed me to her mouth harder.

I felt a little shudder run through her body. Then another, then another. She lifted her head up. Her eyes were screwed closed.

“Cummmmming!” she exhaled.

Clare went limp in my lap as she shuddered from head to toe. I stopped moving and left my fingers deep inside her. I waited for her to recover.

I looked down to see her flexing her toes.

“That went all the way to my toes,” she said, as she reached down and lifted my sopping hand up to her mouth.

She licked my first two fingers one at a time, slowly and seductively, and then offered the third to me.

“Taste me,” she said.

I licked the third finger clean. She tasted sweet and musky.

I looked up again.

“Kiss me,” I said.

Our lips met and our tongues explored for a few minutes.

Clare then wriggled her hips again.

“We better let him out. He feels very cramped down there,” she said.

“Cramped is an understatement,” I replied.

With some help from me Clare removed her legs from under the arms of the chair so she could stand up. She looked at my crotch. The fabric of my pants had a big wet stain on it.

“I knew I was wet,” she said. “But not that wet.”

“It’s all you,” I replied, as I stood up.

“Let me help you off with those,” she said and squatted down in front of me.

I slipped off my boat shoes as she commenced to slide my shorts down. I quickly pulled off my polo top. Clare was now at eye level with a very large bulge in my jockey shorts. She reached out and ran a finger along my restrained cock and then put her finger in the corner of her mouth.

“I like unwrapping these,” she said with a lustful look in her eyes.

She grabbed either side of my jocks and started to slide them down. My cock sprang free and I breathed a sigh of relief.

My cock, now free, continued to grow to its full 9 inches and expanded to full thickness. fethiye escort bayan Clare licked her lips as her eyes feasted on the sight in front of her.

“It looks bigger!” she exclaimed as she leant forward and licked the tip.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around the base of my cock and rubbed it.

“I’m not sure about that,” I replied. “But I’m sure glad to be out of those pants.”

“Hit me on the face with it,” she purred.

As her face moved closer I gently hit her on the cheeks and mouth with my cock. She stuck out her tongue as I continued.

“Harder please,” she said.

I slapped her face with my cock as she moved her face around finally to a position where I was slapping her tongue.

“That is a big piece of meat Alan,” she finally said, moving back.

She reached up to replace my hand with hers and stroke me. With her other hand she cupped my balls.

“I’m going to give you the best blow job you have ever had,” Clare announced. “Just sit down.”

I sat down and Clare finished removing my jocks. I was able to spread my legs so Clare could kneel between them. She grabbed the bottle of moisturizer and squeezed a liberal amount on to the head of my cock and let it run down the sides. After putting the bottle down she commenced to stroke my cock with both hands.

“So big, so hard,” she cooed as she continued to stroke me, not breaking eye contact with my cock.

The sensation was fantastic. I looked down to see this blond amazon jacking me off. Her firm boobs were wobbling in time with her strokes. She appeared to be in some sort of zone with her eyes fixated on my cock.

“I wonder?” I heard her murmur as she removed one hand and with the other held me firmly around the base of my cock.

Clare then lent forward and I watched as she slowly ran the tip of her tongue over the swollen head of my rock hard cock. Then, without warning the head of my cock disappeared into her mouth.

I lay back into the chair and closed my eyes to enjoy the beautiful warm sensation of Clare’s mouth wrapped around the head of my cock. Then something happened I wasn’t expecting. I could feel her mouth slowly sliding down my cock. I opened my eyes to see my cock disappearing into her mouth. My eyes widened at the sensation of my cock head now starting to slide down her throat. I moved my hands and placed them at the back of her head.

She pulled back and looked up at me as she took a deep breath.

“How was that?” she asked.

“Incredible,” I responded. “Feel free to keep doing that.”

“I think I can manage all of him,” she said.

Before I could respond my cock was disappearing into Clare’s mouth again. This time further. It might have had about one more inch to go before she pulled back and looked up at me again breathing deeply.

“You are big. But I’m going to take all of you,” Clare said with a grin, as she took a sip from her wine glass.

“Careful,” I suggested.

Clare didn’t stop to respond. My cock, once more, disappeared into her mouth and down her throat. She reached as far as she had before and then just pushed her head down on me and held the position for a good 20 seconds before pulling back. She coughed twice.

“That’s the furthest of have ever got with such a big cock,” she said smiling at me, as she reached for her drink.

“Impressive,” I said.

“And now for the finale,” she announced.

With that Clare wrapped her lips around my cock and started a slow up and down rhythm. I placed both my hands lightly at the back of her head and closed my eyes again.

Clare proceeded to work my cock in her mouth gradually picking up speed.

It didn’t take much more. I could feel that familiar tingling in my balls.

“I’m close,” I whispered.

Clare picked up the pace further and then I exploded in her mouth.

“FUCK!” I cried, as I started to see stars.

As fast as the cum spewed from my cock, Clare gulped it down. I looked down to see a little had escaped and was dribbling down her chin. She stopped moving and waited for my cock to stop jerking. She then slid her mouth off my cock and lifted her head back.

“Hmmm, I do like the taste of your cum,” she said, using her finger to wipe up my cum off her chin.

She licked her finger clean and studied my face.

“You have had a good orgasm,” she said, matter of factly.

“Damn right,” I said, using all my mental powers to string those two words together.

“But it looks as though he’s not finished,” she said looking down at my cock.

Clare was holding the base of my semi rigid cock in her hand. She leant forward and licked a drop of cum rolling down the side of my cock. The touch of her hand and then her tongue had caused my cock to harden again.

“I’m taking you to bed,” Clare stated in a commanding tone. “I’ve got to get this cock inside me again.”

With her hand still wrapped around my cock I got up out of the chair and grabbed my glass of wine. Clare, with her glass of wine in her other hand, led me by my cock to the main bedroom.

“Let me take that from you,” she said, as she took my glass and placed it with hers on the bedside table. “Now for some of this cock.”

“Not quite yet,” I countered. “There’s something I need to do first.”

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I walked into an almost entirely empty room. The lights shone dimly. On the walls hung a variety of masks, the sort of thing one might wear for Mardi Gras or a masquerade party: colorful, decorative concealments that hid one’s upper face while leaving the lips and chin exposed. I selected one off the wall, a black and green mask, studded with iridescent stones. I put it on and waited.

I was alone in the room, but I knew I wouldn’t be for long. My teeth tingled in anticipation. What would it be like? What would happen? I had never done this before…

“Are you ready?” a soft voice asked from behind the door.

“Yes,” I replied.

The door swung open. From the shadows emerged a beautiful woman, wearing a similar mask to mine. I gasped involuntarily at the sight of her. Her eyes glittered brilliantly beneath her fiery scarlet and golden mask. Her full, red lips smiled seductively beneath the mask. The mask hid her identity, but not her obvious excitement or her beautiful body.

She wore only a simple, translucent robe, made of a fine, thin material. Two hard peaks poked through her chest, drawing the eye inexorably towards them. In the dim light, I could just barely see her skin through the fabric. Her full breasts, her dark nipples, her triangular tuft of black hair, they all beckoned to me, teased me, compelling me to follow this temptress.

“Follow me,” she instructed, turning around and leading me out of the room. I followed eagerly, animated by my lust, barely aware of my own legs moving as I focused on her lithe body in front of me, her firm bottom swinging before me like a pendulum. She sauntered up to a door and opened it, inviting me inside.

I stepped into the room. A shower stood against one wall, its walls glass, its door invitingly open. She followed me in and softly closed the door, before resting her arms on my shoulders. She brought her lips against my ear and huskily whispered, “I need to undress you. Is that alright?”

An electric shock thundered down my spine. I nodded nervously, keeping my eyes straight ahead. She grinned and moved behind me, removing my arms from the sleeves of my jacket, before folding it neatly and placing it to the side. With meticulous care, she took off the rest of my clothes, piece by piece, except for my mask. Her tender ministrations made me feel like a sultan returning home to his harem. Her lavender perfume was pure intoxication. I stepped out of my shoes as she slowly undid each button on my jacket, pressing her ample breasts against my chest as she worked. She got down onto her knees before me and deftly undid the button on my pants. I gazed down at her cleavage as she pulled down my khakis, goose bumps erupting along my arms, fantasies tempestuously running through my mind.

Her face sat just inches from my cock, now eagerly straining against my boxers. She looked into my eyes and delicately ran her fingertip up and down its length, licking her lips. She grabbed my underwear on either side and tugged it down, a fraction of an inch at a time, oh so slowly, until I stood completely naked before her. A tinge of embarrassment spread across my cheeks as I struggled to resist the inner compulsion to cover myself. It was only her complete and utter disregard for modesty that kept me at ease.

She stood up, keeping her body against mine as she did so, her hard nipples grazing against me. Keeping her eyes locked onto mine, she wordlessly undid her robe and let it drop to the floor. My eyes widened and my heart quickened at the sight before me. I breathed deeply, almost reverently. For the first time, her body lay before me, completely exposed. Her pert, round breasts pointed out proudly towards trabzon escort me. Her nipples, two small, dark peaks, jutted out from her chest. I reached out to touch her, but she grasped my wrist, shook her head, and with a wry smile, led me into the shower. “I need to bathe you first,” she explained.

She turned the faucet, and soon steaming hot water rained down upon the both of us. Her wet hair fell onto her shoulders. She pressed her moist body against me and rested her head on my collarbone, nuzzling her face against my chest, her hands resting on me. I took her into my arms and pulled her against me, my stiff cock nestled between her warm, firm thighs, so close to my paradise, so close to ecstasy. Our lips met. She returned my affections passionately, wrapping her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply. I grabbed her firm behind and was rewarded with a coquettish giggle.

We broke apart. I felt as though heaven itself had been stolen away from me. She glanced down briefly towards my crotch, her eyes wide with amazed excitement. She smiled and squirted a large dollop of soap into her hands and began lathering my body, caressing my chest and arms. Her nimble hands rubbed my sore muscles, massaging my stress away while she personally cleaned me, covering my body with the most delectably aromatic fragrance.

She turned me around so I could no longer see her. Water poured onto my chest. My heart thundered in my chest as I waited for the next sensation. Suddenly, I felt the firm pressure of her breasts against my back, her soft skin slick and soapy. “Relax, and let me take care of you, darling,” she cooed. She rubbed her breasts against me, using herself as a washcloth, pampering me with her breasts. I could feel her pebble-hard peaks rubbing in slow, steady circles against my skin. Her crotch pressed against my behind. I closed my eyes and let my worries drain out of me, allowing her to partially support my weight as I handed myself over to her entirely.

Her hands reached further down, exploring my body, down from my chest, past my abdomen. I began to pant, my heart pounding as her fingertips came closer and closer. I squirmed helplessly, mentally begging her to grab me.

Finally, her hands found their prize. Both of her hands wrapped around my thick, hard shaft. A moan escaped from between my gritted teeth. My knees felt weak. The glorious feeling of her small yet strong hands gripping my manhood sent waves of pleasure through my body, as though she had plugged me into an electrical socket. New sensations flowed into me as she slid her hands along my cock, going up and down, oh so slowly, her grip firm and tight, making sure that every last inch of my cock was sufficiently clean. Continuing to stroke with one hand, her other hand reached down below and gently fondled my balls, palming them, caressing them tenderly. I groaned. The twin pleasures of one hand pumping my dick while the other kneading my balls brought me to the brink of orgasm, nearly overwhelming me.

She released her grip. My cock throbbed desperately, begging her for release. She smirked inscrutably behind her mask and turned off the water. I stood there: naked, wet, panting. She took a towel and began drying me off delicately, as though she were afraid I might break. Every inch of my body was explored as she made sure she got every last drop of water off of my flesh, patting me down softly until I was completely dried. “Now,” she whispered, “we can begin your massage.”

She led me out of the room, both of us still nude except for our masks. We reached another door, which she opened for me, welcoming me in. The room was small, and lit by dozens of candles. Their orange trabzon escort bayan glow flickered against the walls. Our shadows danced in their romantic glow. A massage table stood in the middle of the room, covered with a single, white sheet. “Lie down,” she instructed me.

I climbed onto the table, lay down face-first, and rested my head upon my crossed arms. I watched her naked body as she walked over to a nearby stand, filled with ornate jars and bottles. Her plump cheeks beckoned. My fingers fiddled briefly as I contemplated whether or not I should… I leaned over and firmly spanked her bottom. She started and turned to me. “Tsk, tsk, how naughty… Have patience, darling. You’ll get your turn soon enough…”

She selected a bottle and poured a small amount of oil into her palm. She rubbed it between both hands, warming it, before coming back to me. She climbed onto the table and straddled my upper thighs. Her weight on my body couldn’t be ignored. I tried to make myself more comfortable, but I couldn’t put her out of my mind, and my cock soon began growing against the sheets. Her palms moved across my back in slow, broad strokes as she coated me in soft, expensive oil. Her fingertips played along the length of my body, moving like figure skaters.

She leaned down and massaged my shoulders, her strong thumbs circling against my muscles. Her breasts softly bounced against my back, coming into contact with my flesh each time she leaned forward. Her pussy felt warm against my body. My knots vanished against her expert touch. She kneaded me like clay, pressing me into the table. I almost felt as though I were melting onto the sheets.

She got off the table and stood in front of me. Her breasts swung slightly as she took first one arm, then the other, into her grip, pulling along its length with both hands, alternating. Next, she took my hand between hers and compressed the joints of my fingers, working the tension out of them.

She poured more oil into her hands and made her way behind my legs. With encouraging strokes of my thighs, she slowly parted my legs. A flash of shyness passed over me. I wondered what she could see from behind me. How exposed was I? Was I completely on display? Could she see my hard cock? I bit my lower lip and wondered what she was thinking… Was she turned on? Aroused? Intrigued? With each stroke, her hands drew closer and closer to my manhood. Her fingertips were a mere hair’s breadth away. I gripped the sheet tightly with both hands in anticipation as she came nearer and nearer with each caress.

Her fingers brushed against the head of my swollen cock. It felt like her fingertip had been a live wire. I quivered and gasped. She giggled. “Oops! Sorry… Oh! My, my…it looks like you’re ready for the other side, aren’t you? Why don’t you turn over, and I’ll see if I can’t relieve some of that tension.”

She stepped back a bit to give me room as I turned over onto my back. I was breathing deeply. I was aroused. I was eager for more. I couldn’t bear this torture much longer. Her eyes widened at the sight of my huge, thick cock pointing straight up towards the ceiling, its flesh hot and red. Her masked face gazed at it in awe for a few moments, her eyes dazzling beneath the red and gold mask, before she regained her composure.

She sauntered over to my head and leaned over me as she massaged my chest and shoulders. Her breasts hung above my face like ripe fruit, full and heavy, ready to be savored. Her hands moved further down my body and her breasts came closer and closer to my lips. The temptation became irresistible.

I reached up and took one of her nipples between my lips, sucking on her escort trabzon firm flesh. She moaned softly. I took more of her into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her areola, suckling her nipple, licking her breast. Her knees went weak. She held onto the table for support. I took her other breast into my mouth, holding the other firmly. Her hard nipple pressed firmly against my palm. She moaned my name, then again, more loudly. Our eyes looked into each others’ through the masks, both of us filled with lust, both of us gasping for air.

She made her way between my legs, crawling up onto the table on her arms and knees like a wild feline. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and began to lick the tip. Short, quick licks, over and over, caressing the head of my cock while her hand lazily stroked my shaft up and down. Her attention moved downward, and she slowly licked my cock from base to tip. My cock throbbed in her grip. I gripped the sheet tightly in both hands. Pleasure surged through my body. I clenched my eyes shut, trying to shut out the entire world except for her hands and my cock, focusing entirely on her slowly bringing me to orgasm.

She locked her eyes onto mine and took my shaft into her mouth, wrapping her lips around my cock. I watched in amazement as my manhood completely vanished between her lips. Her tongue danced around my shaft. Her cheeks sunk slightly as she sucked my cock. Her head bobbed up and down along my hard shaft. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have this gorgeous woman taking my cock into her mouth, sucking it, licking it. I groaned, unable to keep my pleasure inside myself any longer. I squirmed on the table, but she kept my cock firmly between her lips. She held my shaft while her tongue rapidly flicked across my head. Her tongue massaged the underside of my shaft, undulating against my hard flesh. My hips bucked as I tried to force my cock deeper inside her, but she playfully pulled away, parrying each of my thrusts.

“Are you ready for your happy ending?”

“Yes!” I moaned.

“Good.” She inched forward, climbing onto my lap. The moist lips of her pussy pressed against my rigid shaft. Her thighs straddled my waist. She raised herself up and took hold of my cock, rubbing it against herself, before slowly guiding it into her wet, tight pussy.

We gasped simultaneously as I entered her. Her hot body wrapped tightly around me. I held her hips steady as she began to ride my cock, slowly at first, but getting quicker and quicker. I grabbed her firm ass, guiding her along as we made love.

She moaned loudly. Her breasts jiggled hypnotically as she bounced. I reached up and cupped her pert tits, pinching her pebble-hard nipples between my fingers. We were both close; I could feel it. Nothing would keep me from my goal. I wanted nothing more in the world than her at just that moment. No one else, I knew, could ever satisfy me like she could.

My pleasure grew, larger and larger, until it threatened to overwhelm me. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and surrendered. She moaned loudly, her nails clawing my chest. Her pussy gripped my manhood tightly. Her body quivered on top of me. My hips bucked violently as my cock spasmed inside her. Cum gushed out of me as bolts of pleasure shot through my body.

Exhausted, satiated, she collapsed on top of me, my manhood still inside her. Our hearts pounded to one beat, our bodies both gasping, both dewed with sweat. I lifted the mask off of her face and looked into the beautiful eyes of my wife. I kissed her deeply, passionately. “That was amazing, honey.”

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Thanks for reading, everyone! This story’s a bit different from usual. I purposefully avoided specific descriptions so that it would be more imitable. The idea behind this story was to write something that couples could act out at home later, so hopefully I’ve given a few of you ideas. Vote and comment so I know what you think. Again, thanks for enjoying the story!

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I live in a two family house, where my girlfriend and I rent the first floor, while our neighbors rent the upstairs. Our neighbors are pretty cool, and we get along very well with them. Some nights, my girlfriend and I go upstairs to hang with them, and vice versa. We have lived here for a few years, and not much has ever changed in the neighborhood…until last summer. The house next door to us had been vacant for sometime and it seemed as though nobody would ever move in there.

Finally one day last summer, there was a U-Haul van out in front of the house. We would finally have new neighbors. There were a lot of people helping to move in on that hot summer day, and nobody could figure out who was moving in. It wasn’t for a couple of weeks until we could see that there was only a woman and her young daughter going in and out of the house, so we had it pinpointed to just the two of them. They pretty much kept to themselves, not really going out of their way to meet the neighborhood, which I can understand because there are some shady characters in our neighborhood.

She was a woman of about my age, mid to late twenties, with curly light brown hair, and a hot little body. There was something about her that was captivating to me. Maybe it was that she was so shy and never said much to anybody. I often found myself staring at her trying to figure her out. My girlfriend paid no attention to her as she never saw much of her, so I could watch our neighbor without getting caught.

As the summer started to give way to fall, our new neighbor had been there for a few months, and I began to notice myself staring more and more at her. I had always made sure to conceal my infatuation with her because I didn’t want to come across as the pervert neighbor that always stares at her from the window. One September evening, however, I was unexpectedly discovered. It was late, probably 10 o’clock or so, and I was cleaning up after the late dinner my girlfriend and I had. From the window over the sink in our kitchen, we can see into the living room of the house next door. I’m assuming that she recently had rearranged the set up in her living room, because I was distracted by the bright glow of the T.V. that I had not noticed before. The sheer curtains that she had in her living room kept me from seeing exactly what she was watching at first glance, but as I kept watching, I could make out that she was watching porn. I thought to myself oh my God, the hot new neighbor is watching porn.

I paused for a moment to watch as all guys instinctively do when there is porn on any T.V. in their line of vision. There was a man and woman doing it doggy style in what looked like to be an outdoor scene. Now as I started to watch closely, it occurred to me that somewhere, our new neighbor has to be watching and probably pleasuring herself in some way. You don’t just put porn on a television and not watch it. There’s no such thing as accidental porn (as much as I’ve tried to convince my girlfriend that the porn just somehow got into the VCR) Suddenly, there she was in the window, in my direct vision. She was reaching up to shut the window shade, obviously forgetting to do it before her fethiye escort porn had started. I froze, not wanting to jump out of the way and draw her attention to the movement in the neighbors window and be found out. It was no use. As she started to shut the shade, our eyes met. I didn’t know what to do, and she apparently didn’t either. I just stood there in my kitchen, staring at her while she simply smiled, winked, and shut the shade.

The next morning, as I was getting into my car to head for work, I noticed the neighbor getting into her car as well. This was odd, because this was the first time I had seen her at this time of day. I said a friendly hello and started to get into my car. With my back turned, I heard her say, “I’m Debbie, but everyone calls me Sugar”. I turned around before getting into my car and said “Sugar huh? How did you get that name?” She smiled and said, “because I’m so sweet” I laughed a little bit and said “I’m Dave, but all my friends call me Dave” trying to be funny. She giggled and said, “that’s cute Dave” Realizing that I was now officially flirting with her, I got a little bit brave. I said, “have a good night last night?”

“Oh, just a wonderful night, thank you” she replied. “See anything good on TV last night?” I asked, getting braver by the minute. “Yeah, I watched a nature program, maybe you caught it too?” she said playfully. I said, “yeah, I think I caught a little bit of it, but then my reception went out”

“Too bad” she said, “It was quite a good show” We made a little more small talk, and then both got into our cars and went to work.

That evening, at about the same time, my girlfriend was upstairs hanging out with the neighbors. She’s much more chatty with them than I am, so I stayed downstairs to clean up after dinner. Cleaning the dishes again, I noticed the now familiar glare of our neighbor’s TV. I looked this time to notice that now the sheer curtain that was obstructing my view before, was now pulled to the side. Almost as if Debbie, or Sugar as she likes to be called, purposely was giving me a little show. I also noticed, although it was September and getting a little bit chilly at this time of night, the window was slightly open as well.

My window was shut to keep out the cool evening air, but I opened it just a crack to see if I could hear anything from next door. I could barely make out the sounds of moaning from the porn that our neighbor was clearly watching, so I leaned closer to the window hoping to get a better listen. With my ear pressed to the window screen, I couldn’t tell if I was hearing the moans of the two on the screen, or if I was in fact hearing the lustful moans of our neighbor. I wanted to find out if I was really hearing our neighbor, so I decided to get brave again.

I snuck out the back door, onto our back deck. I made my way down the stairs and onto the small patch of grass that separated the two properties. Creeping closer to the open window, I couldn’t help but think of how this looked. Anyone seeing what I was doing would surely call the cops to report a peeping tom. But I didn’t care anymore.

As I got closer to the window, I could hear the moans and heavy escort fethiye breathing of the actors on the television, but nothing else. It was getting pretty dark so I got up real close so I could peek into the window. I remember thinking to myself, if I’m caught, I’m so dead. Probably arrested, and most likely in deeper shit from my girlfriend. I slowly peeked over the bottom of the window and into our neighbors living room. I could see the porn clear as day, but where was our naughty little neighbor? Feeling guilty, I decided to retreat back to my house before I got caught. As I snuck back up the steps to my deck, I saw our neighbor, sitting in one of our deck chairs, wearing nothing but a little red nightie. Shocked, I mumbled something like, “nice evening, isn’t it?”

She just stared at me.

I said, “so what are you doing over here?” Again, silence from my neighbor. Staring at her in her tiny little nightie, I felt my cock start to stir in my jeans. Suddenly I remembered, oh god, what if my girlfriend comes downstairs, this will look really bad. My neighbor stands up, catches me off guard and pushes me into one of the deck chairs. She looks at me and says, “Is this what you were hoping to see over at my window?” as she lifts her leg and puts it up on the arm of my chair. Her hand lifts up her tiny little see thru nightie and reveals to me a shaved, swollen, and dripping wet pussy. I had nothing else to do but stare at her pussy as she began to slide her fingers in between her lips.

My cock was now growing at a rapid rate. She took her now juicy wet fingers and slowly sucked on each one of them as I stared. With her leg up on the arm of my chair, I was pretty much pinned into the spot I was at with no place to go. As she licked her fingers for me to see, I instinctively brought my fingers to her pussy. She moaned as I slid my fingers back and forth on her lips. Her hips started to buck back and forth on my fingers as I slowly pushed them into her silky smooth pussy. She moaned as her knees started to buckle underneath her as my fingers probed deeper into her. I’m totally dead if my girlfriend comes down now I think to myself as I unbutton my jeans.

My cock springs free as she lunges for my cock with her mouth. Her mouth envelopes my entire cock, moaning as she slides it in and out of her pretty lips. I lie my head back enjoying her velvety tongue massaging every inch of my swollen shaft. Precum starts to ooze out of my tip and she starts to breathe heavier as she hungrily licks up every drop as it emerges. For some reason, I now start to get morals and start to think of my girlfriend. “Wait a minute…” I start to say. I’m abruptly stopped as she slides her slippery fingers, drenched with her pussy juices into my mouth. She strokes my cock with one hand, while I suck her sweet pussy juices off of the other. My cock starts to throb as I look down at her on her hands and knees in front of me. I guide her back to the chair she was in when I came back onto the deck, and position her up against it with her elbows on the seat cushion.

She realizes what it is that I’m trying to do and lifts up the back of her nightie, arches her back, and spreads fethiye escort bayan her legs slightly. I rub the soft skin of her tight little ass which causes her to let out a low lustful moan. “You want my cock Sugar?” I ask her, already knowing the answer. She moans a yes to me. Her lips were so wet that it felt as if my cock would disappear instantly into her. I slipped just my head inside her, teasing her a little bit. Her ass squirmed in front of me wanting my cock all the way inside her. She moans and pushes back against me still trying to get all of me inside. Thinking to myself that I probably shouldn’t be teasing her if my girlfriend could come downstairs at any minute and catch us, but seeing how much more it makes her want me, I continue to tease her.

I slide my head up and down along her pussy lips, making her wetter still. Slowly I push just my head in and out of her swollen pulsating lips, teasing her even more. Pushing more and more in with each little thrust, she starts begging, “please, please, please” hoping that the next thrust will be the one that penetrates her all the way and sends her over the edge. By now, my thrusts are only letting a little more than two inches of my 8 inch cock into her. I start to slow down my tiny little thrusts, much to her dismay, and slowly slip my cock out of her so that my tip is barely touching her lips. My cock slips up along the length of her pussy lips, pushing up against her hard swollen clit.

I hear her whisper in a slow deliberate tone, “Dave, If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to make so much noise that not only you’re girlfriend will hear, but the entire neighborhood, if not the whole city will hear”. With that little threat, I bring my tip away from her clit, which her fingers are now rubbing, and position it just outside her pussy lips.

Without warning, I slam my cock so hard into her that my balls slap up against her clit. She bites down on the chair cushion and lets out what would otherwise be an extremely loud scream. I feel her knees buckle underneath her again as I rear back and slam it into her again. Slapping her ass, I’m almost sure now that we will be found out, if not for the muffled screams, but for the loud smack that my hand makes each time it hits her ass. Her pussy making wet slurping noises as my cock slides in and out of it. Feeling her pussy juices dribble out around my cock and ooze down her inner thighs as I fuck her wildly.

I can feel my cock start to fill up with cum and I notice that she can too as she tells me to let it go in her. Holding onto her hips, I ram my cock deep inside her, holding it in her as cum gushes out of my tip. Spurt after spurt jumps into her dripping wet pussy. My cock jolts inside her with each spurt of cum and she oohs with each spurt. Her pussy walls tighten around my cock as her body tenses up and she lets out a loooong moan into the chair cushion as she cums.

I collapse onto her, spent from the intense orgasm that just drained us both. “Welcome to the neighborhood Sugar” I manage to say as my breathing starts to calm down. “Thanks a ton” she says as we both get up off of my deck. We make a little small talk as the both of us clearly just want to get to bed. She walks back to her house, and I walk into mine just as my girlfriend comes in the door. “Did you get the dishes all clean Honey?” she asks me. “Yup!” I nod as we both start to get ready for bed…

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He sat languidly in her backyard watching her through the exposed bedroom window. If he had to guess he would say she was on the phone with her “significant other,” who in his mind was a “significant asshole.” She was pacing the room like a caged animal, having been involved in this heated conversation for almost forty-five minutes. Finally the phone clattered loudly as she threw it onto the vanity. Tears glittered in her emerald eyes as she stood there for a moment, then it appeared to be too much for her and she turned out the light and fell onto her bed. She looked like a beautiful porcelain doll to him, the moonlight shimmering softly across her body as she fell into a troubled sleep.

He waited five minutes or so after she had fallen asleep and he quietly slid the patio door open. She had left it unlocked again. He made a mental note to chastise her about it later, and silently made his way to her bedroom. As he settled into the chair across from her bed she stirred as if in a dream.

I didn’t remember falling asleep, but I woke with a start from an incredibly intense dream. After arguing with my boyfriend for what felt like hours I’d never have imagined I’d wake to such a sensual dream, but my nipples were erect and sensitive, and I could feel the obvious wetness between my thighs. I slid off my nightgown, getting it out of my way, and simultaneously kicked off the warm sheets that covered my body. Cool air rushed over my heated skin and created little goosebumps. I wasn’t thinking as I began to caress my breasts, I was only feeling. My fingers brushing over my nipples created a swirling heat deep in my loins. Never very patient with myself my right hand eased down across my abdomen and between my thighs.

He watched as she woke up becoming mesmerized by her every move. As she exposed her body to his view he realized he was holding his breath. Trying to remain silent he watched as she began to touch herself, her taunt pink nipples soaking up the moonlight as she stroked them softly. One of her hands remained on her breasts and the other ran down, only momentarily caressing her thighs, sliding them further open, and then moving to her glistening wet womanhood. The air in the room began to feel electrically charged as she continued to please herself. Her breathing became more rapid, and he enjoyed the soft sounds she began to make. He couldn’t stop his reaction and his breathing began to mimic hers.

I slid my forefinger deep inside my wetness gasping quietly at the sensation. Losing myself in passion, my finger slid back up to my clitoris and began to cover it with my sticky marmaris escort juices. I could smell the sweet smell of my womanhood as I continued to rhythmically caress my responsive clitoris. Softly and gently caressing until my hips came up and a soft moan escaped me. Biting down on my lower lip I flicked my finger faster over my sensitive flesh bringing myself to the edge. Experienced in pleasing myself I slid my finger once more away from my throbbing clitoris and into the soft wetness of my pussy. I repeated the same pattern of slowly sliding my finger in and out, increasing the speed and tension until the sensations once more began to bring me to the edge of passion.

He watched the way in which she pleased herself, intrigued and learning about her at the same time. The exquisite smell of her desire now filled the room adding to his delirium. He feverishly wished she would open her eyes, her beautiful emerald eyes. Slowly, without thinking, he stood and moved towards the bed, yearning to kiss the lips she was so passionately biting down on. As his shadow fell across her he stopped and merely stood before her. His hands unwittingly clenched in fists as he exercised great self-control, and continued to simply watch her unknowing show.

My thoughts slid to a favorite fantasy as my fingers continued to heighten my desires. I could vividly picture a cock in my mouth, sliding across my tongue, and down my throat. Just as vividly I could taste the sweetness of pre-cum. In my mind my lover slid his fingers inside of me, teasing me, and pleasing me. I imagined him cumming in my mouth, his fingers thrusting deeply inside of me. That thought sent me crashing over the edge I had so carefully brought myself to, a primal cry of ecstasy escaped me and my entire body tensed for several seconds then trembled gently from the intense release of passion. Sensations exploded through my body like waves on a beach.

As he watched her climax, his body quivered uncontrollably from his checked passions. He wished she would open her eyes, yet she never did. As the last spasms of ecstasy rocked her body he reached down and softly brushed her idle hand away and slid his fingers slowly into the warmth of her womanhood. Her green eyes flew open finally and a mixture of emotions scattered through them, shock, fear, recognition, confusion, embarrassment, and finally a new desire. He heard his name come from her in a hushed gasp, and to him it sounded like a passionate plea.

His fingers continued the intricate rhythm that she had abandoned in her ecstasy, gently probing her wet, swollen pussy until she was writhing marmaris escort bayan under his ministrations. Still teasing her wetness he kneeled on the bed bringing his throbbing cock closer to her, his gaze deeply locked in her emerald eyes.

As the torrent of sensations began to settle down my heart raced on, and then it stopped. I felt his touch before I saw him, and I couldn’t comprehend the fact that he was standing in my room. Was I dreaming still? Had he been watching me all along? Questions; too many questions filled my head, but they left just as quickly as he expertly teased me, taking my already sensitive body back up to the edge of passion. All coherent thought left me as I uttered his name. Once more I could only feel, yet this time it wasn’t my own touch that was rendering me thoughtless it was my overwhelming desire for him, and his touch. His eyes held me, as if mesmerized. I wanted him, more then that I needed him, and then as if he knew his cock was suddenly within reach. My hands fumbled momentarily with the buttons of his jeans, but then he was free, and his glorious cock was inches from my lips.

He groaned as her hand wrapped around his cock, but their eyes stayed locked together as her tongue flicked out to taste the pre-cum that had begun to dribble out. His fingers on her began to falter as she gently stroked him with her tongue. When she finally took the tip of his cock into her wondrous mouth he could only twist his fingers in her silky hair and enjoy the warm wetness of her mouth enveloping his cock, suckling gently at first and then more feverishly. Her lips created sensations deep inside of him as they slid up and down his hard cock, yet she had only begun. He realized this when she teasingly took him all the way down, but only for a second, then she went back to gently tonguing the tip.

Lost in some erotic dream world I took his glorious cock in my hands, he felt incredibly warm. The purely male scent of him filled my nostrils, inciting my need to taste him even more. Without thought my tongue slid over the tip of his cock capturing the pre-cum that glistened there, to my intense pleasure the taste was delightfully bittersweet. Carried away on the whirlwind of sensations, I was lost on some lustful roller coaster, but I couldn’t stop. I felt heady with passion, hungry for him and he was willing to fill me up. As I took him all the way down he moaned again, and his fingers pulled almost painfully in my silky hair. It didn’t stop me, I continued needing to taste his release; suckling softly on him, then more feverishly. My lips never ceasing, but merely changing escort marmaris rhythm.

He could feel his passions boiling over as his fingers tangled in her soft hair. She felt so warm around his cock, and when she sucked harshly on him he could only respond by thrusting into her mouth. No conscious thought was available to him, or he would have been more thoughtful of her, but he couldn’t. His muscled arms cradled her face as he thrust forcefully into her sweet mouth. The tantalizing promise of ecstasy that she had so willingly offered him consumed his every action. When release finally came, he cried out, his fingers holding her mouth around him as his hot seed spilled down her throat. The musky scent of their combined passions now filled the room like heady incense. The smell and the sensation of her licking him clean made him weak, and he had to lean gently back while she continued until all evidence of his orgasm was gone.

I welcomed his heated thrusts as I suckled even more feverishly on him. Some deep primal part of me took over and continued on until he thrust one last time into my willing mouth. I could feel his hands holding my lips firmly against him as his sugary sperm filled my mouth. The low groan of his passion rang in my ears, and the metallic taste of his cum settled on my tongue. Eagerly I licked up the drops that had escaped and run down his now semi-soft cock while he leaned weakly back, seeming overwhelmed from the intensity of his orgasm. Gently I pulled him over to me; our eyes still locked in each other’s gaze. As the intense passions began to settle, my body still hungered for complete satisfaction, but I curled up to him, satisfied to hold him until he recovered. The heat of his body next to mine was a dizzying sensation, and when I felt his fingers softly playing in my hair it was impossible not to close my eyes.

He slid down lying next to her as she pulled him towards her. His thoughts were beginning to return to him and he wondered how he had let his desires overwhelm him. He had simply come to watch her. She was his porcelain doll, a cherished show piece not a toy he was actually supposed to play with. Yet the reality of her lying next to him was undeniable. Her silky blonde hair fell across his chest and he couldn’t resist gently running his fingers through it. As he lay there wrapped in her arms, his thoughts bounced through his head, and he listened to her breathing. Soon it became deep and consistent; she had fallen back into a peaceful sleep.

Slowly he slid out of her arms, taking great care not to wake her, and quietly buttoned his jeans. Then he tenderly covered her up with the sheets she had so carelessly kicked off earlier and reluctantly turned to leave. Upon reaching her bedroom door he looked back, she was once more covered in moonlight and sleeping peacefully.

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Authors note- This is my first story, so please bear with any grammar errors, or other things. All characters in this story are age 18 or older.

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Hi, my name is Rob, and this is the story of how my relationship with my wife started.

I woke up one morning to a text from some random number I didn’t know. I was pleasantly surprised to find it was from my high school crush, Stacy. From what I remember, Stacy was a social butterfly, getting along with just about everyone, including me somehow. I was a nerd through and through, glasses, Star Wars shirts, and a huge collection of video games.

Why she ever hung out with me I’ll never understand, but it was always the highlight of my day. She always seemed genuinely interested in my hobbies, and interests, like she wanted to try and understand who I was. Unfortunately, being the shy recluse I was, we didn’t talk much. I always did kick myself for never telling her about my feelings, but I realized later in life that it was just a crush, so I got over it.

She texted me asking if I wanted to meet up. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go at first, but thinking of all the times we talked in school made me want to experience it again, so I said yes. We sorted out the scheduling, and that Saturday we met at a local burger place for lunch. I had been going to lunch on Saturdays for years, so it just made sense.

I got there early to save us a seat before the lunch rush. I didn’t have to wait long, as she came in a few minutes later, and saw me waiting. She had looked good in high school, but she looked even better now. She was about 5’5″ with a slim build. Her loose blonde hair went to her shoulder blades, and her face with her blue eyes reminded me of an angel.

She sat down and we exchanged pleasantries. We got so distracted talking that it felt like our food arrived immediately. We talked about the old days, what we’d done since graduation, what we were doing now, and all sorts of things. She told me she’d gotten into Dungeons and Dragons recently, which surprised me. I’d never marmaris escort heard her say she had any interest in it, but apparently a friend in college got her hooked. We then told each other our adventuring stories, I had quite a few as I’d been playing since 7th grade. After we finished eating we talked some more, exchanged numbers, then went on our way.

The Saturday lunch soon became our weekly tradition. We would alternate who got to pick the location, and she introduced me to some foods I really enjoyed. She invited me to join her DND group, which was good, as mine had gotten split up due to drama between multiple players. Our sessions were fun, often having many improvised, dumb moments, only some of which actually managed to pay off. Eventually I came to regard everyone there as a friend, but I felt something else I thought I left behind.

The more time I spent with Stacy, the more I realized that the crush had never truly gone away. I would often get lost in her eyes, or find the English language to suddenly become difficult to speak. I tried to keep her from noticing, but I also knew she wasn’t a fool. She would often poke fun at it, not in mean way, but in a friendly way, one that made me feel glad that I had accepted her invitation in the first place.

Things changed when Christmas time came. She had invited everyone from our group to a special session where she would dm. We were all excited to play, and when the day came, we all had a blast. I was about leave after having helped her clean up, but my car wouldn’t start. I had a 70s corolla, one that still had a carburetor, and the blades had frozen shut in the cold, humid air.

She invited me to spend the night there, seeing as it was 10 at night on Friday. I agreed, seeing as I had nothing with me to fix the carbs. She showed me to the guest bedroom in her two bedroom house, and I made myself comfortable. We chatted for a while, first about our session, but the conversation eventually turned to relationships. She told me she hadn’t been in one for a while, which surprised me. She marmaris escort bayan asked if I had anyone special, and I tried to not answer, but eventually I told her I had never been on a date.

The way she looked at me after that, I could tell that she felt bad for asking, but I quickly let her know that my lack of dating was mostly due to not finding anyone that interested me. She thought about this for few seconds, then asked if I would date her. At first I didn’t know how to respond, but I told her the truth. Another pause, then she leaned in and kissed me.

At first I was too shocked to do anything, but then I started kissing her back. The kisses started getting more passionate, our tongues dueling like our characters had earlier. Eventually she pulled away, her eyes had a look I had never seen before. She got up and started to take her shirt off, but I stopped her. I told her I wasn’t going to do this if she wasn’t one hundred percent sure about it, she was. Then I let her know that we would be crossing a line we could never come back from, she said she knew that.

I then had to admit to her that I was still a virgin at 24 years old. She figured when I had told her I had never dated. With no excuses left, she started taking off her clothes again. She discarded everything but her panties, she said that she was saving that for another day, which got me excited at all the future prospects. She was more beautiful than I could have imagined.

Her figure without her clothes on was flawless, slim waist, smaller c cups with only enough sag to prove they were natural, an ass that looked just big enough to be fun to squeeze, and a flat stomach. She had me stand up, then she got on her knees. She undid my belt buckle, then my pants. She pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles, which let my half-hard cock loose.

My dick may not be the biggest in the world, only reaching five and a half inches long full mast, but the look when she saw it told me she didn’t care. She leaned forward, breathed in my musk, then licked from the base to the escort marmaris head. I shuddered from how good it felt. She looked up into my eyes with a smirk, then she took the head in her mouth.

I thought I was going to finish right there, but she just sat still, letting me calm down a bit. Once she knew I was ready, she started slowly bobbing up and down, just on the head, while also swirling her tongue around it. The feeling of her mouth was so amazing, I’m surprised I didn’t blow my load right there.

Then she started taking me deeper, making sure to make good use of her tongue. It wasn’t long before her nose was buried in my crotch. Her throat had offered little resistance, which made me feel better knowing it wasn’t hurting her. She lingered there for a few seconds, then pulled off of me for air. Her chest heaved with her breaths, making her breasts even more appealing.

Once she caught her breath, she went all out. She went as fast and as deep as she could. I was rapidly approaching the point of no return. I told her this, and she started to fondle my balls. This was enough to push me over the edge. I came in her mouth, staring into those brilliant blue eyes. There was a wet pop as my dick fell out of her mouth.

I was unsure what to do, but she showed me by laying in the bed and patting the spot next to her. I took off my shirt, pulled my boxers back up, and laid beside her. We kissed a bit more, and we fell asleep looking into each others eyes. I woke up to the smell of something delicious. When I looked she was gone, so I got up to use the restroom, then I headed to the kitchen.

She was standing over a pot, making some eggs while some bread toasted. She was still in just her panties, which I found sexy. She said good morning, then gave me a kiss. I asked her if what we did was a mistake. She told me she had gone to sleep happier than she had in years, and I knew it wasn’t. I kissed her back, we ate breakfast, and then we just hung out at her place.

We didn’t even bother to go out for lunch that day.

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Thanks for reading. I know there wasn’t a lot there, but I wanted my first submission to be simple. There may be more stories in the future. Also, feel free to make suggestions on how I can improve my stories in the future.

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Molly was pissed. “How did I get talked into this?” She thought as she pulled on her tight jeans and sucked in her breath so she could close the zipper. As reluctant as she was to keep this appointment, it had taken her longer than normal to get going. Now she was running very late and was fumbling around her bathroom in a half-hearted attempt to look presentable before she went out.

Her vibrant and usually smiling features required little in the way of enhancement, a little lipstick and some eye-liner was all she used today. Her teeth were white and straight, her nose perhaps a little on the large size, but very acceptable. Her bright eyes appeared to be constantly searching out mischief from above her high cheekbones and her face radiated fun through its covering of soft skin that appeared to stretch beautifully across a layer of remnant puppy fat that kept her looking younger than her twenty-seven years.

Running her hands through her expanse of curly brown hair, she elected not to spend any time trying to subdue its wild spirit today. Glancing lower in the mirror, she conceded that she would have to find a shirt though. A simple white bra struggled to hold her heavy round breasts and Molly gave them both an encouraging bounce with her hands. They sure were a pair to be proud of, but today she had no interest in advertising them. Hurrying to her closet, she selected an oversized green linen shirt that was appropriate for the afternoon’s duties and did it’s very best to hide her voluptuous figure.

After one final check that she was at least presentable enough for a casual afternoon off coffee shops and sightseeing, Molly grabbed her denim shoulder bag and dashed out of her apartment; pissed, resigned to a wasted afternoon and just wanting to get the whole thing over with.

This was all Joanne’s fault. Her friend had called her up and called in a favor earlier in the week. Joanne’s cousin was in town on business, would be around through the weekend and at a loose end on Saturday. Joanne and her boyfriend had long-standing plans for the day and she pleaded with Molly to meet with her cousin and entertain him for the day, for the afternoon at least. Molly resisted, not wanting to give up a whole afternoon and not really feeling hospitable to the opposite sex right then — yet another guy who was all trousers and no manners was recent history.

“Hey, it’s not like he’s some ugly geek who smells or something.” Joanne continued her selling of the task to Molly.

Molly didn’t care. Even if he looked like a male model and acted like a perfect gentleman, she was reluctant, to say the least. Eventually she gave in and agreed to show him around for the afternoon, mindful that it was Joanne who helped her decorate the apartment when she moved in. No way was she going to make a big effort though, no way.

Despite arriving at the coffee shop where she was supposed to meet him five minutes later than agreed, Molly was first to arrive. It was just another reason to view the afternoon with frustration. Resigning yet again to make the best of things, she ordered a drink, sat down at a table near the window and idly smoldered at her situation.

He turned up seventeen minutes late. Molly didn’t notice him at first; mainly because she’d imagined him as a nondescript, weak-featured, business traveler. When he stooped at her table and enquired, “Molly?” it took her a few moments to adjust her image of him in her mind. He offered his hand and a warm smile. “Adrian.” He introduced himself. “I recognized you from that lovely hair. Joanne said I couldn’t miss you.”

Rather than rush off and get himself a coffee before his joined her, Adrian slipped his athletic frame into the chair next to Molly and comfortably thanked her for giving up her time to entertain him. His dark blonde hair was gelled and carefully disheveled, his shining blue eyes were assured, but not smug, and his hands looked strong as they rubbed his thighs gently through the denim of his very tight jeans, showing maybe just a hint of nerves at meeting her. Molly found herself staring at his jeans while his soothing voice said something or other about whether she wanted another coffee or not.

“So, what would you like to do this afternoon?” Molly asked when she’d gathered herself from the unexpected appeal of Adrian. “We can pretty much do anything you want.” Molly didn’t offer any overtones in her offer, but she sure was thinking them. It’s amazing what a good looking smart guy can do for your demeanor.

“Joanne mentioned your hair, but she didn’t warn me you were so attractive.” Adrian smiled, self-consciously. “I wouldn’t mind just sitting here all afternoon, watching you smile.”

Molly flapped her eyelids with a cartoon-like motion. Her heart jumped just a little and her imagination continued down a path that she hadn’t expected for this afternoon. “We could… but all that caffeine would give me the shakes and I’d have to run to the washroom every few minutes.”

She fethiye escort offered to take him to a movie, drive him out to a large shopping mall, view the local architecture or visit the zoo. While Adrian listened to the options Molly got the impression that she hadn’t quite hit the mark yet, but she was also running out of options. “We could go for a walk along the river. If you like, it’s quite a nice day.”

“You know,” Adrian smiled warmly, “after being locked away in an office block all week… that sounds like a pretty good idea.”

A few minutes later they finished their drinks and stepped out to the warming afternoon sunshine. Molly led the way to the riverside and down to the walkway that lead along the waterside and eventually out of town. Adrian walked casually, holding his jacket over his shoulder and contentedly enjoying his surroundings. Molly had not only warmed to her companion, but was feeling a familiar heat rise within her every time she snuck a look at Adrian’s muscular body and sharp features. From dreading the afternoon she had quickly moved to wonder if she couldn’t engineer extending their “date” to cover dinner… at least.

For his part, Adrian was quietly smitten by Molly’s fun conversation, not to mention the voluptuous body that her shirt couldn’t hide and was encouraging his imagination to run wild. Whilst her face smiled so naturally and so vivaciously at him, other elements of her body were becoming less subtle now, her tight ass and wonderful boobs virtually screaming at him. Joanne sure hadn’t warned him how attractive Molly was. Interestingly, all she had warned him about was that he shouldn’t make any bets with her or dare her to do anything.

“So,” he looked over with a mischievous grin, “why would Joanne warn me not to dare you to do anything?”

Playful annoyance crossed her features and she shot the look across to him, “she said that?” Adrian nodded slowly, enjoying that he might have found a fun nerve. “I guess she means that I have a reputation for being a little daring at times, and not losing many bets.”

“Like what?” He probed immediately.

“Oh, you know…” Molly tried to sounds vague while she searched her memory for an appropriate item to tell him about; something non-incriminating. It wasn’t an easy task. “Mainly girl’s-night-out stuff, just for a laugh.”

“Oh, okay.” Adrian nodded. “I’ll have to remember not to dare you then.”

It was Molly’s turn to nod knowingly. “Good call, because I’d dare you back. That would be a condition I’d insist on. So you’d need to be prepared.”

“Yeah,” Adrian considered, “and I might not want that!”

Molly asked him about his job and he tried to talk her through what he did without boring her. He admitted that he worked long hours during the week and seldom had time for a social life. Molly took that to mean he was unattached and gently dropped into their conversation that she’d had a long run of failed dating experiences with males of various ages afflicted with various significant flaws. An hour after their walk had begun the path was no longer the paved sidewalk it had started as and their surroundings were all green and alive, as opposed to the concrete and brick of the town. This did not go unnoticed by Adrian.

“I dare you to go behind those trees, take your panties off, then come back and put them in my pocket.”

While the words were pretty much out-of-the-blue for Molly, she smirked when she heard them and her face showed no sign of shock whatsoever. “You understand there’ll be consequences?”

Adrian nodded. “I thought we could at least inject a little fun into the afternoon.”

Without another word, and holding his gaze as long as she could, Molly turned away and walked about thirty feet to the semi-cover of a couple of bushes. She glanced over her shoulder to check her position, then pulled her jeans apart and kicked off her shoes.

He watched as much as he could see as she took the dare. He saw her stoop at one point and then caught the amazing sight of her pulling the jeans off her foot. His pulse rate started increase quickly, the excitement and anticipation was incredible. He watched closely, just in case he could see her bare legs or even her ass, but Molly was tantalizingly discrete as she pulled the jeans back on without revealing any more.

Molly’s face was smug as she walked back towards him with a cocky gait and a pristine pair of white panties in her hand. Never letting her eyes leave his, she used both hands to open his pants’ pocket and stuff the warm panties inside. “Happy now?” She asked.

Adrian nodded, “Very.” He turned and restarted their walk. “Do I get to keep them?”

Molly sniffed at first, and then giggled, “Perv. Sure, call them a souvenir from this afternoon. You can think of me whenever you… erm, look at them.”

As they continued casually along the riverside, Molly let his anxiety rise, knowingly. She continued their small talk, asking about his escort fethiye hometown and some of the places he’d visited on business. Her comeback dare came abruptly in the middle of his telling her about a trip to San Francisco. “You can walk over there and take your underwear off.” She pointed to an open area that led to some trees that were over a hundred yards away.

Adrian took a deep breath and turned away, both enjoying the exchange and the excitement of their game. He walked no more than twenty yards and then, with his back to her, slipped off his pants, followed quickly by his underwear. As he pulled his jeans back on, he was careful not to catch his erection in his zipper.

Molly smiled as she watched Adrian bend over and slip his pants of, revealing a pale but very tasty ass. When he walked back to her he offered his white underpants. “You want these?”

“Hell no.” Molly giggled. “You can put them in that trash can.” She pointed at a black container at the side of the path. “In fact, let’s just make that part of the dare. If that’s okay?” She chuckled and walked off.

Adrian had no option but to do as he was instructed, and then walk behind Molly for several steps while he caught up with her. It was tempting to continue walking behind her though, enjoying in her thighs and ass cheeks as she moved along.

“So,” Adrian caught up with her, “are we even and done with the dares, or should I offer you another challenge?”

“Up to you really.” Molly’s voice was matter-of-fact, but the smile on her lips was encouraging, to say the least.

“Okay then. I dare you to take off your bra.” Adrian waited no time in keeping the game going. “But you have to let me watch. Close up.”

Over the next minute Adrian was too obsessed by the images in front of him to thank his cousin for warning him not to dare Molly. He should have thanked her though, because he’d never seen anything quite like it as his companion slowly unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off her shoulders. Molly watched Adrian’s face, seemingly unconscious to any other prying eyes that may have been around them on that public path as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra.

Adrian’s jaw slackened considerably as the bra fell away and revealed her magnificent breasts. Large, round and peaking with perfect dark nipples, he gazed as they wobbled and swayed with her every move. They looked so heavy, yet somehow defied gravity and protruded outwards more than they sagged downwards. His instinct was to reach out and take them in his hands, but he remained rooted to the spot, mesmerized.

Molly threw her bra to him and he caught it without taking his eyes from her breasts, then she started to pull her shirt back over her shoulders and button it up again. “You can keep that too if you want.” Molly giggled as she covered up.

He knew he should say something, or at least be capable of saying something, as Molly turned and restarted their walk but for the first time in a long while, Adrian was dumbstruck. As he fell into stride with her he was excited, amazed and strangely comfortable with this amazingly sexy and fun woman next to him. And now it was her turn to dare him… an anxiety he could feel all over as their silence hung somewhere between his hard on and her smirk.

Of course, Molly knew this. She knew he was waiting her next instruction and delighted in holding back far longer than he could possibly expect. Molly loved such playful expectancy before sex. She also knew about the bulge in Adrian’s jeans and looked forward to finding out a little more about that.

Without a word of explanation, she led them off the path and into a patch of mature trees that offered some shade from the warming afternoon sun. Seeming not to be particular about where she sat (which was far from the truth as she chose a very secluded spot), Molly slumped down against a thick oak tree and looked up at the dolefully obedient puppy Adrian had become in the last twenty minutes.

“Okay, let’s have it.” Figuring he knew what was coming next, he tried to sound confident, but failed. “What’s my dare to be?”

Molly let him stew for a few more seconds before answering, “I dare you to find out if I’m as excited as you obviously are.” She nodded playfully at his bulge.

Adrian took another long look at Molly’s gorgeous figure before slipping down to his knees beside her. “I guess I should be happy that I don’t have to wrestle with your panties as well. You could almost call it good planning.” He laughed nervously as he tugged at her zipper and pulled the waist button of her jeans free. Glancing up at her content face, he started to slip his fingers beneath the denim and towards the hidden delights of her pubic area. He felt some soft hair first, then slowly moved further inside. Molly’s skin temperature immediately started to rise as he found her hot and already damp pussy lips. Wriggling a finger, he slipped it inside her a little and felt a rush of moisture envelop fethiye escort bayan him. He smiled widely and looked down at his half-hidden hand. “Certainly feels like we have an excited situation here. Wonder what we should do about that?”

Before he could look up to see Molly’s face again her fingers were taking their own initiative and pulling urgently on his belt. He rubbed her vigorously while she freed him from his jeans, his finger slipping up and down the length of her slit, already coated in her excitement and running easily between her lips. Her hand found him with a firm grasp and he felt his cock spring out into the fresh air. He was right, the lack of underwear helped. With his free hand, Adrian cupped one of her breasts through her shirt, marveling at its weigh and the warm softness of it. Already her nipple was proud and easy to find with his fingers.

His cock felt new, hard and warm in her hands. She stroked him gently feeling his contours and judging his excitement while she explored her latest toy. “Stand up.” She urged. “I want to see this better.”

Once Adrian was on his feet, Molly pulled away his jeans while he loosened his shirt. He watched her smile as both of her hands wandered over his very hard and upright cock. “Nice.” She giggled, testing his balls for size. He was about seven inches, nicely thick all the way along his shaft and he had a sleek dark pink head that was throbbing nicely with the excitement. Molly loved looking at a new cock and admired Adrian’s as he twitched and pointed straight up, parallel to his belly. Her hands glided easily along him, softly encouraging his excitement and pleasing her.

He wanted to stand there and let her bring him to climax there and then. Her fingers were working softly between his balls and his thighs, sending pulses of pleasure all the way up his length in ways way no one else’s fingers ever had. Looking down he watched as she concentrated on her close up view if him, licking her lips and enjoying every movement she made for him. Then he caught a glimpse of her heavenly cleavage and felt an urgent need to change position.

She offered no resistance as he eased her shoulders up to stand before him and allow his fingers to work her shirt open. When the last button was undone he slipped a hand inside and felt the soft flesh of her wonderful boobs for the first time. Molly brought her mouth up to his and offered a long, deep, kiss that accompanied his exploration perfectly. As his fingers found her nipple and squeezed a little more excitement out of it she found him with her hand and resumed her long and gentle strokes.

He slipped out of her fingers as he knelt in front of her, pulled away her jeans and got his first view of her beautiful and welcoming pussy. He slid the palm of his hand up the inside of her thigh as she flicked her jeans away with her foot, his fingertips not stopping as they pushed at the flesh of her mound. She was nicely trimmed, with her lips bare, wet and protruding. Adrian’s hand pulled gently at her lips, bringing some pink into view and begging his tongue to taste her. It was impossible to resist.

He craned his neck to get the best angle into her while she lifted a leg for him. Molly’s breathing suddenly deepened as she felt the soft probing tip of his tongue push into her. He pulled her open wider and licked up and down her before plunging again, as deep as he could and pushing his nose into her clit. He reveled in all of her as he twisted and turned his tongue to taste her, smell her and make her wriggle with pleasure. “Oh God.” Molly moaned.

Adrian was enthusiastically continuing his job, reaching around with his free hand to push his fingers through the back of her thighs and tease her perineum. For several minutes, Molly could only encourage him by running her fingers through his hair. As she felt those deep familiar stirrings she could easily have simply stood there and let him make her cum, but she wasn’t about to waste the delectable-looking cock she knew was waiting for her.

“Lie down.” She pushed his head away gently. “I need to feel you inside me.”

Adrian quickly threw their clothes together on a rough blanket and lay back for her. Molly straddle him and looked down smiling, giving him the most wonderful view. “This has certainly turned out to be a more interesting afternoon than I was expecting.”

“Sure has.” Adrian agreed as she lowered herself to sit on his belly.

He felt the direct heat of her wet pussy as she squelched down on him and reached behind her back to take hold of him. As he looked up to her beautiful face it struck Adrian that he’d never been with any woman whose sexual pleasure was so evident on her face. It was an incredible turn on just to watch Molly in action, never mind experience her.

Molly shuffled herself down his body a little and allowed her knees to swing upwards, so she rested her feet on the ground, not her knees; as they would be in a “normal” straddling position. This allowed her to push up from him easily and pull his cock under her. Her hands were assured in their movement as she positioned him and her eyes didn’t leave his, seemingly enjoying the intense feelings she had stoked in him.

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(A/N: Just so everyone has a fair warning, while I wouldn’t exactly call this story an S&M story, there are definitely some strong S&M themes, such as domination and sadomasochism, so if these are not your cup of tea, you have been warned. Still here? Awesome! Enjoy!)

Donna let out a small sob as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The miserable creature who looked back at her only caused another wave of disgust. It wasn’t anything physical that caused her agony but something much deeper. On the surface, she knew she was a very attractive woman. She had wavy, long brown hair that contrasted beautifully with her pale complexion. Her face was usually very pretty when it wasn’t scrunched up as it was now. To the extent that she rarely used makeup. She’d probably have to put on some this morning just so it didn’t look like she’d been crying but that wasn’t the norm.

She forced herself to keep looking at her reflection as she steeled her courage. “Now… now you look here. This stops today. This has to stop. You know it’s wrong and this isn’t you. You’re… you’re a good person, so just… just stop fucking doing it, you stupid slut…

“Just walk in there… right in his office and tell him it’s over. It’s not hard! Why are you making this so goddamn hard?!” Donna sobbed again and paced around the bathroom unable to look at herself anymore. “Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! You’re a grown fucking woman so just act like it.”

Forcing herself to look at her reflection again, Donna faltered. “Yeah… fucking woman is the problem…” But then she scowled at the mirror. She didn’t have a choice. This was eating her up inside and she couldn’t take it anymore. “You can do this, Donna… You can do this…”

Taking a deep breath, Donna put on her ‘mask’. She was only able to let herself go that much because she was early to the office. She knew she’d need time to pump herself up and get out a few tears. It helped. She still felt like shit, but it was better than if she’d have just gone straight into his office without the prep.

‘You can do this…’

Donna cleaned herself off and took out the emergency makeup from her bag. The last thing she needed was for him to know she was crying. If he knew that and even began to put together that he was part of the reason, it would be over. She’d never be free. She’d just give in to her immorality and give up on the woman she wanted to be. The woman she has to be.

‘He’s a reasonable man.’

A different Donna stared back in the mirror. One who knew what had to be done. The mask was officially on.

‘You’ll feel so much better after you do this.’

Donna took a deep breath and gave herself a stern nod. She would feel better after she did this. It would probably be easy. She was building this up and it would probably be nothing. She’d just go in there, tell him it’s over, he would agree and that would be that. Easy-peasy. She could feel doubt in the back of her mind and her expression faltered for a second, but she fought it back. She had to do this. She had to.

“You got this.” She told herself as she left the bathroom. She actually rather liked being in the office early. It was quiet. Peaceful. Not to say that she didn’t like her coworkers. She liked them a lot, in fact, but she had to keep her mask up with them. There was only one person here she dropped it for and that had been a mistake. The other things she dropped later had only been the result of that initial moment of weakness.

Donna made a beeline towards the office door. This was like a Band-Aid. She just needed to rip it off and be done with it. The click-clack of her heels in the floor helped her focus. It was like background music urging her on.

‘You got this…’

She stopped at the office door, her heart practically beating out of her chest.

‘Come on… Come on! Don’t you dare turn around and go to your desk! Do this!’

Donna gently ran her fingers over the nameplate in front of the door.

Clifford Blake.

It brought a smile to her face. The door was only closed because the office wasn’t open yet. Other than that, it was always open for anyone. If it was closed, that meant he was either on a meeting call or with another employee. It warmed her heart to know that when he bought this place that he insisted on a building that was all on one level. He didn’t want the floors to end up in a hierarchy. They were all on the same level.

Donna suddenly snatched her hand back. The way she was touching his nameplate was becoming… inappropriate. She looked at her pale blue eyes reflected in the plate and reminded herself of why she was there. Taking another deep breath, Donna knocked on the door. “M… Mr. Blake?”

“…Donna?” His gravelly voice responded in surprise.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no! She could hear it! She could hear it in his voice! Just the way that he said her name! Those two short syllables! He was having a bad day! He was fethiye escort having a really bad day! She should go. She can do this some other time. Apologize for bothering him and leave. Say she’s feeling sick, and she needs to go home. Better yet, say her cat is feeling sick.

No…

He knows she doesn’t have a cat… Say that she got a cat! She got a cat and it’s sick! Poor, little thing! She has to go right away!

No…

She’d actually have to get a cat then to go along with the lie. She didn’t even like cats. Why was she thinking about getting a cat?

“Donna? I said you can come in.” He repeatedly, patiently. “Is everything okay?”

Donna bit her bottom lip. “Yes, Sir…” She forced herself to grab the doorknob and enter the office. She was officially at the point of no return.

Clifford, or Cliff as he insisted he be called, despite Donna’s refusal to do so, looked over his monitor and the stacks upon stacks of papers that littered his desk. He looked… tired. Despite Donna keeping on her mask, he clearly decided to leave his own down. Had she been anyone else, she would have been greeted with a smile and a ‘You’re early. How may I help you?’

“You’re early today.” Cliff sighed before looking beyond the stacks of papers. “How-… Donna, are you okay?”

Donna’s eyes widened. Apparently, her panic wasn’t as hidden as she thought. But she couldn’t help herself as she fiddled with the latch on his doorknob, keeping her distance. She looked over all the papers and then into his eyes. “Are you?”

‘No. No! This is not what you’re supposed to be doing!’ Donna mentally yelled at herself. ‘Yes, he looks like a sad little puppy right now but you know where this leads! You know! Why are you like this? Just tell him why you came in early! Tell him it’s over! It’s two goddamn words! Just say them!’

“No…” Cliff groaned, answering her question. “No, I am not okay. But I’m not going to burden you with my problems. Besides.” He motioned to the mountains of papers. “There’s a lot to do today.”

Donna’s eyes bulged again. “Those are all from the Pelonis account?!”

Cliff’s expression warped into a strained smile. “I know. Fuck me, right?”

As if realizing how the turn of phrase could be taken literally at the same time, Cliff and Donna locked eyes and smiled warmly at each other, the inside joke not needing to be said aloud.

‘Why are you smiling? Why the fuck are you smiling? Yes, his smile is infectious and fucking gorgeous, but you know what you’re smiling at right now, right? This isn’t what you’re supposed to be doing. Just do what you’re supposed to be doing! Say the words! Just say the words.’

“Do you need any help?” Donna asked, much to her brain’s dismay.

‘Great, Donna! Just fucking great. You’re such a doormat! What are you going to do if he says he does need help and unzips his pants? You know what you’re going to do, don’t you, you little slut? You’re going to drop to your knees, crawl over there and just-‘

“Would you?” Cliff asked, the wave of exhaustion clear on his face. “I know it’s a lot with what you already have to do today, but I have a shareholder’s meeting as well and I really need to-” Cliff stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He looked so overwhelmed. So… vulnerable. And Donna was the only one who ever got to see him like this. She wondered if even his wife got to see him like this.

“No problem, Mr. Blake.” Donna smiled as she officially entered the office and looked over the stacks for the ones she would need.

“I really wish you would call me Cliff.”

While the weariness was still there, so was a clear relief, and Donna had to admit that it was a rush for her to know she was the cause. “I think I already call you enough things I really shouldn’t, Sir…”

Cliff threw back his head into a loud laugh. It immediately drew Donna’s attention and caused her to smile back at him as he replied, “I guess you’re right. Even so… I’d love to hear you say my name like everyone else.”

Donna could feel herself turning bright red under his intense gaze and she quickly grabbed the papers. “I’m going to take these and go to my desk now, Mr. Blake.”

Cliff let out a small chuckle this time. “You’re so stubborn.”

‘If only that were true…’ Donna miserably mused to herself.

To Donna’s surprise, she felt the warmth of Cliff’s hand on her arm and found herself blushing anew. “Thank you, Donna. I… I really appreciate this. I appreciate you.”

Donna bit her bottom lip hard to control her reaction. His gaze could be so piecing to her sometimes. She could literally feel herself melting. If her hands weren’t full of really important papers right now… “Of course, Mr. Blake. Anytime.”

‘Anytime? Anytime?! You know full damn well that he wasn’t just talking about you helping with the project! This isn’t what you were supposed to do! Goddammit, Donna!’

Donna turned around and made her way escort fethiye to her desk, stewing in her failed attempt. At least she had plenty to focus on. This project was going to keep her busy all day. But that was fine. She’d just focus on this, wait for everyone to leave and then tell him tonight. Unless some of the other employees were able to convince him to go out for drinks. It didn’t happen often, but it did happen. Everyone here knew how hard he worked. And they all knew how hard he worked for them, specifically.

Cliff genuinely cared about the people who worked for him. He knew everyone’s names from her own to the janitors. They were all paid at least a living wage and had full time level benefits regardless of whether they were actually full time or not. They all loved him, and it was easy to see why. He earned it.

That’s what made this so difficult. If he was a manipulative asshole, then Donna would have been able to easily break it off with him. But he was so kind to her. And not just her. He was kind to everyone. They could come to him for anything. He genuinely wanted to help. He was one of the best people she knew.

‘He’s married.’

And that’s not even getting into the fact that he was an absolute physical specimen. He always wears expensive suits, which look yummy on him to begin with, but Donna was the only one in the office to know what he looked like naked. And what he looked like was completely mouthwatering. Just the thought of it had her fidgeting in her seat.

‘He has a wife!’

“Right…” Donna groaned outloud. She tried to focus on her work again. It was a battle the entire day to keep her thoughts professional. It helped a little once the others began to filter in and it became a normal workday like any other. Cliff’s door opened and the sounds of paper rustling, keyboards tapping, and murmured phone discussions and corporate jargon filled the area.

But even then, Donna knew it wasn’t a normal day. She still needed to break things off. She could be as conflicted about it all she wanted but by the end of today, their relationship needed to one of a CEO and his assistant with no more ‘benefits’. No more ‘late nights’. No more mindblowing-

‘Focus, Donna!’

Time ticked on as both a gift and a curse. A gift because she knew what needed to be done and a curse because she didn’t want to do it. Then that other voice began to chime in. Is this really hurting anyone? If his wife was treating him better, she wouldn’t have to do her job, right? Cliff was a very stressed out man. All Donna was doing was relieving that stress. She’s his assistant. She was assisting him. It made him feel better and more productive. Just this morning he was telling her how much he appreciated her for it.

But Donna absolutely loathed this voice. It would be so easy to give into it. But this isn’t about what’s easy. It’s about what’s right. Even if Cliff wasn’t married, he was still her boss. This was inappropriate on all levels. This was wrong. It needed to stop.

Even so, until it was done, her mind would just go back and forth with the possibilities until it was finally settled. That was why it had to be today. For good or ill, Donna just wanted to have some piece of mind. To go to sleep knowing she did the right thing.

Time moved on. The stack of papers was eventually sorted. Donna conversed with those who conversed with her. The Sun went down. People began to leave. That knot began to form in the pit of Donna’s stomach. It had been a long day. She was mentally and physically exhausted. She just wanted to go home, get some food and get some sleep. She looked at the door to Cliff’s office and then to the exit.

It would be so easy to just…

‘No! Just… no. Come on, Donna!’

Donna took a deep breath. The other employees were gone. The cleaners would be around in a few hours. Now was her time. After straightening up her desk, Donna felt a sense of déjà vu as she made her way to Cliff’s office again. The only difference from this morning was that his door was open. Donna still knocked though.

“Mr. Blake?”

“Donna… could you lock the door behind you, please?” Cliff gruffly asked without looking up.

‘No. No! Don’t you dare lock that door! Just refuse and say what you need to say! That’s all you have to-‘

Click.

Donna’s face immediately burned a bright crimson at her actions. As angry as she was with herself, there was the usual fluttering in her chest. A rush of excitement that washed away any tiredness. The door locking didn’t always mean something sexual would happen. In fact, most of the beginnings of this situation were anything but sexual.

It merely meant that Cliff needed the intimacy of it just being the two of them. Like with everything in the escalation of their relationship, it all began with a moment of weakness. He was overwhelmed. She had been the only one left in the office and he confided in her. They ended up having quite a bit fethiye escort bayan in common. Both raised by single parents and having a very strict relationship with them which they tried to fight against in their adulthood.

In fact, most of his stress stemmed from the fundamental differences in how he and his father saw the business. Cliff’s father saw business as business. Simple. Numbers and results. So all of Cliff’s efforts to make his company a family were in direct opposition to his own.

Donna began to fidget awkwardly as Cliff verbally relieved himself. He spoke of shareholders and the results that they wanted from him. The fact that the last person he could go about this was his father, who also was unfortunately the one who would know how to best deal with the problem. What frustrated Cliff the most was that despite the usual shaky start, their company had recently grown quite profitable. The problem is that they could be a lot more profitable if they let a few people go. If the benefits packages were more in line with the competition. If they were less picky about their clients. All the things that Cliff refused to do.

He formed this company to prove that you can have a successful company and treat your employees like people, not cogs in a wheel. But the more he tried, the more he realized that he could be wrong. He fought back and so did they, with neither side giving an inch. The problem was, without his father’s help, he needed them. Meanwhile, they could just invest in another company.

It was gutting him inside. And it wasn’t selfishness or pride that drove him to keep fighting. His father was loaded. He’d be fine. It was all of his employees that he was worried about. His compassion for them was becoming a double-edged sword.

And the more Cliff spoke, the more Donna could feel his pain. The other thing they both had in common was their empathy. Donna was never able to offer much in response to help him, but she wanted to desperately. It broke her heart to see someone try so hard to be a good person just for the world to smack them back down for it. If she knew anything about business, she’d offer him help in that regard, but his problems were just above her capacity. It’s what initially lead her to soothe his stress in… other ways.

‘Just listen…’ Donna ordered herself, as she bit her bottom lip, her own empathy beginning to gnaw at her insides. ‘It’s probably all he wants for now. Just let him talk and tell him after it’s done.’

Silence.

Donna began to panic. How long had it been quiet? She was only half listening! Did he realize? He must have! That’s why he stopped talking.

“I’m sorry…” Cliff murmured with a forced smile on his lips. Even with the false nature of it, the motion was so practiced that it was still a dazzling sight to behold. It wasn’t the first time that Donna mused about how her boss could easily be a model or an actor if he wished. His chiseled jaw and powerful features only wrapped up the package all the more. It was all Donna could do not to verbally whimper.

“I piled more work on you, kept you here late helping me out and even that isn’t enough for me.” Cliff continued with his train of thought. “You can go home, Donna. It isn’t fair that I keep leaning on you like this.”

“No!” Donna stammered, quickly dashing to the desk, leaving behind the small shield that the distance between them offered. “I… I was listening, Mr. Blake. I just… I wish I could help you. I wish I could do more than listen.”

Donna’s sincerity clearly touched Cliff as he reached across the desk to take her hands into his much larger ones. “Donna… trust me. Just being able to talk about this helps me so much more than you can imagine. Besides… you do help in other ways… On occasion…”

Donna’s eyes widened as she bit her bottom lip. Hard. This was it. This was the opening to talk about it. All she had to do was ignore his adorable, little smirk at his own comment.

She opened her lips, but then she noted Cliff suggestively patting his lap. Donna blushed profusely as she first looked down at his lap and then back up into his steely blue eyes. They were always so striking, especially against his dark hair. Donna was slowly crawling across his desk before she knew it.

Cliff’s gaze very quickly turned from one of exhaustion to one of excitement as his eyes ran over her sauntering form. He swiftly moved the things on his desk to the side to give her a clear path.

‘You haven’t done anything that can’t be undone…’ Donna scolded, the disconnect between her mind and her actions only growing wider when she lifted her skirt so that she could slide her body into a straddling position on top of him.

‘Even… even now… All you have to do is talk. It would be a little awkward to have this conversation literally sitting on top of his growing erection but it’s not impossible. Say something!’

Even in the elevated position she found herself in, Donna felt small. And while Cliff’s looming form had a lot to do with it, his presence impacted it a lot more. Donna could feel herself melting as she finally took her own advice and spoke up, “How can I help you, Daddy?”

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I never thought about the wealth of my owner, Jessica. She lived comfortably in a big house and sometimes it seems that she has money to burn. But I never thought of anything that a dog doesn’t think about. I’ve been trained as one for so long that all human thoughts are gone, and all I can think about is the next time Jessica pats my head when she wakes up, or calls me a good boy after she cums on my face.

I love my owner, and I know she loves me! She is absolutely gorgeous. Her short brown hair, her big thighs and boobs that give her a perfect hourglass figure, and the freckles on her nose all comes together to make her perfect to me. I wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s dog. I’m a very privileged dog.

I always sleep right by her bed on the floor. She buys me nice dog beds that are so soft and warm! But she always sleeps in a big bed that i’ve never been allowed on. I actually haven’t slept on a real bed in years. I never think about it though. In fact, I like my dog beds. I feel as if I’m in my place, where I belong.

I sleep so comfortably knowing I will obey her the next day!

“Oh, puppy! Come to mommy!”

Every morning she says this in a sing song voice, ringing a bell she always has by her bed. I spring up immediately like an eager puppy, desperate for her attention already. When i look up on the bed, i see one of her boobs slipped out the sheets, while the other is still hiding away under it. I can still make out her nipples as I crawl to her ready to obey anything she tells me.

I sit on the floor by her side wagging my butt and panting as she runs her soft hands through my hair. She always giggles at my eager affections each morning. She looks down to see my rigid erection as she sits with her feet under my cock.

“Awww, I can see a little someone is excited to see me,” she blushes. I bark in response as her toe comes up to gently touch the top of my eager cock. She giggles as it leaks a little precum on her foot.

“Let me take care of my puppy and his little problem. You’ve been such a lovely boy!”

She starts stroking my cock with her feet. They’re so soft, it feels so good as I desperately hump her feet, already close to cumming without it even being a minute yet. Her giggles always warms my heart. I know she loves me in a very special way. I howl and whimper as I shoot cum on the floor and on her soft, delicate feet.

“Awww, good puppy! You like it when mommy rubs her feet on your little stiffy don’t you?” I eagerly wag my ass to show my gratitude as I bark and pant, making a great but humiliating display of gratitude to my owner. As much as I love her soft feet, I always wish I could feel more. She notices my needy stares as I look at her gorgeous pussy.

“Aww, does my puppy like what he sees? He really wants to put his little puppy cock in it doesn’t he?”

I might’ve just came a minute ago, but I was already feeling horny as she spread her legs and used he nimble fingers to spread her perfect pussy. I’ve had my tongue in it before, but she knows I’ve wanted to put more than that in it. She had a little patch of hair right above it, and everytime I licked her off I would see mersin esc this freckle that’s right on one of the folds.

“My puppy is a needy animal! I can see you’re already hard again! Well too bad now, your puppy cock just came! I’m not planning on using it either. However your tongue…”

She didn’t have to finish that sentence for me to know what to do. I plunged my tongue into her pussy, licking and lapping as if it were my last meal. The smell is like roses, the taste is like candy. I can’t get enough of it, and she knows that through my desperate but diligent licks.

“Oh m-my puppy… it seems like you enjoy this more than cumming on my feet…”

She wasn’t necessarily wrong. I loved cumming from the strokes of her feet, but I also love giving her pleasure through the only way that seems adequate for me to.

She loves having multiple orgasms every morning. The only times I mornings I don’t like are the ones that she just makes me watch her rub and rub for hours. She loves peeking over at me seeing the needy and sad looks on my face.

“Oh puppy… oh my goodness!” I knew what that meant. She clamped her thighs down on my face, trapping me there as she rubs violently on my tongue as she cums all over it. I give her nice slow licks to bring her down gently as she smiles and I feel her legs relaxing gently. These are the moments I like most. As if the world is slowing down.

“Oh puppy… that felt amazing as always…” she pants. “Meet me in the kitchen for breakfast, don’t forget to lick up the mess of cum you made!”

She extends her gorgeous leg with her foot in front of my mouth. It’s still dripping with some of my cum. Without a word I lick it all up, wanting her perfect feet to be clean of my puppy cum. She giggles, gives me a loving smile, then bends down and kisses my head. Her kisses are so soft and pillowy.

After I lick the cum off the floor, I crawl into the kitchen finding her in a robe eight nothing underneath. I see she made a typical breakfast, bacon, eggs, and pancakes. I sit by her with pleading eyes.

“Oh is my puppy hungry? He wants mommy’s table scraps?” I spin around whimpering and whining, barking up to her to show my need. She giggles and gives me a half eaten piece of bacon. Before I eat it, I make sure to give her hand a few loving and grateful licks.

“Aww, you’re such a cute boy!”

Once she finishes eating she gets up as we go to the couch and she enjoys watching TV. I never see what’s on, I only stare at her intently. She is just too gorgeous for me to want to focus on anything else. She snapped her fingers in front of her, so I get on my knees as she uses me as a footrest. She lays each foot on one of my shoulders, giving me a salivating view of her pussy. She doesn’t really acknowledge me as she watches TV. Sometimes it’s like she forgets I’m there, aside from the occasional chuckle she gets when she glances at me.

A few hours went by as she sat there. She looked at the time and realized we were late for something. She quickly got up and I crawled begging her to the shower.

“Puppy, go lay out my nice dress on the bed. Just the dress, no underwear. esc mersin Then be a good boy and come in here and hold my towel and the bar of soap.”

I nodded and scampered off to her room. I loved the way she looks in this dress. It’s red with a bow on the back. I gently took it off the hanger and laid it out for her. I then crawled off to the bathroom where I kneeled by the bathtub. I held the blanket with my arms, and I held the bar of soap in my mouth.

“Aww, you look so cute like this. You are the most obedient puppy! You are very special to me. I hope your puppy brain knows that.”

I bark happily through the soap as she giggles. It makes me shed a tear of joy knowing that my eager affections and strict obedience to her makes me special to her.

She reaches as I put the soap in her hand as she scrubs everywhere. She always smells lovely, but more so after her showers.

When she turns the water off I put the soap down, and just as she steps out, I dry her off. She fixes her hair and poses a little in the mirror, giving off the most seductive and jaw dropping poses you can think of. I still wondered though, what was she getting ready for? She usually tells me everything.

“Puppy, I need you to shave my pussy. I want it bald, I want it to be as smooth as a babies bottom.”

I looked up at her with a confused look. I didn’t question her of course, I only did as I was told. She sat on the toilet and spread her legs very wide. I gently put the shaving cream on as I began to shave her. I made sure that every little hair was shaved off.

“Oh you’re doing so good puppy. I know you’re wondering what all do this might be for, but you will find out soon enough.”

I wagged my ass as I looked at her, and I barked just as I finished shaving her. I licked away the shaving cream, and from the way my tongue felt, she was definitely as smooth as possible,

“Good boy! Yes you are! You’re mommy’s good boy!”

She patted my head as I gave her hand some licks as I wagged my ass. She then left to the bedroom, where she slipped into her dress. I helped her out on her high heels.

“How do I look puppy?”

She was jaw dropping. I hug my tongue out giving her desperate eyes and wagging my butt. My puppy cock twitched and spurted some precum.

“I think that answers that,” she giggles. “Let’s hop in the car and go.”

We drive for about 30 minutes to a very fancy restaurant. She looks at me with a devilish grin.

“I’m going to eat at this lovely place. I’ll bring you back my leftovers puppy.”

Before she leaves she gives me a gentle loving kiss on the lips. She’s never done that before. I froze up in excitement. I licked her face as that was the only way I knew how to give kisses.

I waited in the car for hours. I whimpered all alone missing my owner as if she was gone for years. When I finally saw her walking out, I barked and howled in joy. However I froze with a face of deep sadness when I saw her holding another man’s hand. I whimpered and started crying in deep jealousy and anguish. My heart was more than broken.

“Oh my gosh puppy! Mommy forgot you were here and I was having mersineskort a lovely dinner with Mark. I forgot to bring you my leftovers!”

Mark and Jessica hopped in the car. I was making heart wrenching whimpers.

“Shhh puppy, shhh. I’m sorry I forgot about you! But you better be a good boy and calm down. I’ll still get you leftovers.”

What did she mean? What leftovers? I might’ve stopped whimpering, but I couldn’t stop crying. How can she forget about me so easily? She talked to Mark on the way back to her lovely house. Just as we pulled up she turned around and looked at me.

“Puppy, be a good boy for mommy and go inside while Mark and I talk here for a bit. Wait for us by my bed. You can earn some extra good puppy points if you light some candles and sprinkle rose petals on the bed for us!”

Everytime she said the word “us” my heart shattered as I whimpered and let out more tears. I noticed Mark’s hand was very high up Jessica’s dress. I just did as I was told and crawled into my owner’s room. I still loved making my owner happy, so I sprinkled rose petals on the bed, and lit candles. I even put smooth music for them.

I could hear them coming in. the door opened and my heart raced. When Jessica saw me, she couldn’t help but laugh. How pathetic I must look. Setting up the room for them to have sex as I waited eagerly for her. She walked over to me and got really close to my ear to whisper as she grabbed my cock, which was for some reason hard.

“Oh puppy. You look so pathetic right now. Does this make you sad? You’re gonna watch as Mark fucks mommy silly, and you won’t do anything about it. But I think you secretly like this deep down. Clearly your little puppy stiffy does.”

She strokes my rigid cock a little as I whimper but I let out a moan. However she smiles at me as she stops and turns around to face Mark. She slips the shoulder straps off as she exposes her breasts to him. Mark didn’t say kuch, but his face spoke volumes. He cupped her breasts in his hands and then kissed and sucked on them as they fell on the bed.

Minutes felt like weeks, and hours felt like years during their long love making. She moaned loudly, and she came so much. Her face was so lit up through the whole thing. I just stared at her. The way her boobs moved up and down as she rode him eventually became mesmerizing. They eventually stopped and cuddled in bed with me at her side. She looked at me and her face was as if a light bulb went off.

“Oh yes my puppy! Your leftovers.”

She patted the bed for me to jump on. I had never been on it before, and I was definitely hoping for it to be under different circumstances. The bed was covered in sweat and their cum. My owner was drenched. She smiled and spread her legs, revealing her cum filled pussy.

“Go on puppy, mommy needs to sleep with her man. Lick up your leftovers very gently. Be sure to get every drop.”

I did as I was told. Her pussy smelled of Mark’s cum, and their sweat. She slept soundly with me between her legs. It took me an hour to get every drop and make sure her pussy was clean. I slipped out between her legs, and I crawled back to my dog bed. I heard the sheets move as she clung to Mark, cuddling him. On my dog bed however, there was a note.

“Mommy loves you puppy.”

~to be continued~

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Sophie’s RideIn collaboration with SophieCurves93Sophie woke around 9am, the sunlight cutting through the blinds of her room and warming her tired body. She woke with the familiar thirst that follows a night of reasonably heavy drinking; she had been out with friends. She was greatly relieved to find that Sam had preempted this and prepared a glass of fresh water for her to wake up to. She didn’t feel overly hung over but she wasn’t exactly bright and perky, still in last nights knickers as she had fallen asleep before fully getting changed. She rolled across the bed into the space usually occupied by her fiancé Sam but he wasn’t there, she was hoping he would be cooking breakfast but she couldn’t smell anything. She checked her phone and was relieved to realise she hadn’t lost it again. She caught herself in the mirror beside their king size bed, her long brown hair was still reasonably in the braids she had done the previous night but she noticed an unexplained love bite on her neck that she couldn’t account for.She could hear Sam talking to someone downstairs, she tried to listen but couldn’t make out what he was saying and she couldn’t hear anyone else talking. Before long she could hear Sam coming up the stairs, opening the bedroom door and walking in on the phone. She caught the end of the conversation but could tell it was one of Sam’s friends called James. ‘We’re taking James to pick up his new car from Manchester’ Sam explained after ending the call, sitting on the edge of the bed looking at his sleepy fiancé, ‘We’re leaving in 15 minutes and we’ll get him on the way’ Sam said, smiling. ‘But I need to shower and I’m dying’ Sophie protested, referencing her developing hangover and messy appearance from the previous night, the events she still wasn’t fully sure of. ‘You’ll be fine, besides, no hot water’ Sam explained as she rolled her eyes and began looking for something to wear. ‘I ain’t dressing up or nothing’ Sophie said sarcastically as she found her lazy socks from yesterday and put them on. She also found some leggings and a crop top and a hoody, she thought about changing her underwear but their washing was all over the place so she didn’t bother. Her final clothing choice was her Ugg boots and sunglasses and she was out the door.Once they were in the car Sam noticed something about her leggings ‘You wear those last night?’ he asked with a sly smile. ‘Well I woke up in them so I must have,’ Sophie muttered back while shading her eyes from the glaring sun, ‘why, what’s wrong with them?’ Feeling brave he put his hand between her legs and rubbed her crotch. Still a little out of it Sophie took a moment to realise what was happening, ‘Oi you fuck, you don’t get to do that!’ Sam let out a laugh as he moved his fingers up to his nose and sniffed. ‘You do smell good Soph, I’d eat anyone’s cum out of there.’ Sophie perked up, Sam wasn’t usually this forward, she looked at the growing bulge between his legs ‘You ain’t fucking me, but I will do something you like.’ She took off her Ugg boots, throwing them on the back seat, swung her body round and started rubbing Sam through his shorts with her feet. ‘Don’t forget your seatbelt’ Sam chuckled as he fastened his followed by him starting the car. Sophie pulled her seat belt over her hoodie, squeezing her boobs slightly and clicked it on while still rubbing Sam’s cock. As he shifted into reverse he pulled his shorts down a little, letting Sophie’s feet touch his bare cock, Sophie liked the look of Sam’s cock although she didn’t have it inside her anymore.As Sam drove the short drive to James’ house Sophie was sitting at an angle in her set with her feet in his lap, she was wearing white ankle socks with a floral pattern on them, they were a bit dirty where she had worn them outside with light brown marks on the heels and toes. Sophie was alternating between teasing his hardening cock and placing her feet under his nose and making him smell them, something that she teased him with often. ‘You could have at least worn clean socks!’ he joked at her, half seriously. ‘Well I couldn’t find any so who cares’ she replied sarcastically, placing her feet on the dash and reclining her seat a little. Sophie was lost in her phone when they reached James’ house and waiting outside and it wasn’t long before he approached the passenger istanbul escort side door. When he realised Sophie was there and not about to move he walked around to Sams side and got in the back of their Corsa. Once they’d figured the satnav out they headed off for the two hour drive to collect James’ new car. ‘Oh, remember we need a pregnancy test’ Sophie loudly reminded Sam, causing a look of confusion on James’ face.Reminded of that night a few weeks ago made Sam let out a sigh, ‘Yeah I know, we’ll stop at a shop along the way.’ Sophie swung herself back around once again placing her feet in Sam’s lap, she pulled down her mirror and angled it so she could see directly at James’ crotch. Sitting in the back looking at his phone James was oblivious to everything happening in the front of the car. Sophie slid the tips of her toes down into Sam’s shorts until she felt his cock, Sam quickly glanced at her then shook his head with his eyes open wide in disbelief. She was going to tease him now, with one of his friends in the backseat of the car? he thought as he tried shifting his position without letting on to James. Deciding to be even more devlish Sophie opened her legs slightly and started rubbing herself. Then she remembered that she had something in the glove box, opening it she took out a small vibrator and before she turned it on Sam spoke out, ‘How about some music?’ as he turned the radio on and upped the volume. ‘Yeah why not’ James casually answered still unaware of what was occuring, Sophie’s answer was simply turning her vibrator on and pressing it hard against herself. ‘You’ve got a fucked speaker’ James laughed hearing the buzzing coming from the front of the car.’Yeah, we need a new car’ Sophie joked sarcastically, implying that it was something she had been saying for a while previously. ‘I want Sam to buy us a Range Rover but he thinks they’re a waste of money’ she adds, rolling her eyes. She was gently teasing Sam as he drove with her feet in his lap and the addition of her bullet vibrator was an additional distraction. He couldn’t help but divert his attention from the road to between her legs where she was resting the lightly vibrating small purple toy. He could clearly see her thong through the stretched nylon leggings, the same pair she’d worn clubbing the previous night, they had a white bikini style front with black patterns and a pink bow and the back was black lace that would show most of her bum. It was a big distraction. She had her feet in his lap but her knees apart when James looked up with the aux cable in his hand, asking if he could put some music on. He looked shocked to see the antics in the front seats and all he could do was stammer in confusion. ‘It’s okay, just teasing this one as he hasn’t…you know…for a while…’ Sophie explained with an evil grin. ‘Uhh well that aint nice is it!’ James laughed, looking at Sam with a pitiful look, ‘Oh, and err, I didn’t realise you guys were trying but if you want a test there’s a shop just up here, try there.’ James adds on the end. By his tone he assumed the “test” Sophie spoke about earlier was code for something else, they didn’t seem like the c***dren type of couple. They pull up outside the small shop and go inside to get some drinks and food while Sophie searches for tests on the small chance they have one, she picks a simple on that says either “Pregnant” or “Not pregnant” in words and takes it to the counter. As she approaches, she notices the man behind the counter, in his 50s to her estimations is reading a copy of ‘Escort’ which naturally catches Sophie’s eye as she angles her head to read the cover. The man doesn’t break gaze with the magazine as she places her items on the counter but when he does his tone goes from aggressive and sarcastic to pleased and ‘pervy’ as he leers at the young woman before him, noticing that she is obviously trying to read the magazine laid out on the newspapers beside the till. ‘I think I’ve seen you in here love’ he says chuckling as he scans her items. ‘I don’t think so mate, not yet anyway’ Sophie replies, biting back a little. ‘Oh yet, well that don’t surprise me either love’ he says softly with a smile as he scans the ‘ClearBlue’ pregnancy test kit. Sophie isn’t the kind to avcılar escort blush and she barely registers the nasty comments aimed at her appearance but she does blush when her card is declined. ‘Looks like you’ll have to get started sooner than you think, love’ the man jokes at Sophie’s expense, he looks at her blankly waiting for her to pay with cash. ‘Well it’s your machines fault, I don’t have cash’ Sophie says sounding fed up. ‘Well, I’d say flash us your tits and you can go, but it’s a bit more than that love’ the man says in a charitable tone. ‘Well what if I suck your cock?’ Sophie suggests, sounding like a teenager with an attitude. ‘You what love? Are you serious?’ he chuckles. ‘Look, I kinda have places to be, it ain’t my fault your machines broken but if I can pay like that then fuck it’ Sophie says, twiddling her hair around her finger to tempt him. ‘Well alright love if you’re serious, it’s a good job your friends have already gone’ he joked as he unlocked the partition wall to allow Sophie to come behind the counter and kneel down as he fumbled with his jeans. ‘Where the fuck is she?’ James asked as they both waited in the car. ‘Maybe she’s doing the test now’ Sam replied. ‘Fucking hell mate, you really want k**s?’ ‘I don’t have a choice really do I?’ ‘Course you do mate, get her on the pill.’ ‘She is on the pill, we weren’t trying or nothing…’ Sam’s voice trailed off as he realises James won’t know it isn’t his baby. ‘So it was an accident, and she kept it?’ ‘Sort of, it weren’t even me that fucked her.’ James face looked stunned ‘Mate…I had heard, but like, fuck. Good luck with that.’ ‘Tell me about it, but anyway, I love her so it is what it is.’ At this point Sophie emerged from the shop and walked towards the car with what appeared to be cum on her chest. She got back into the car and used her hoody from the seat to wipe her chest and mouth while Sam and James looked on stunned ‘What, my card didn’t work, fuck off gawping’ she said.’Give me another minute’ Sophie giggled as she threw her hoody back onto the seat and picked up the box with the pregnancy tests in. After ripping it open she took one of the tests, walked to the front of the shop and squatted down while holding the test between her legs. ‘She isn’t going to…’ a shocked James asked Sam, ‘Yeah she’s going to alright.’ Sophie was now peeing in full view to anyone driving past, both Sam and James couldn’t help but watch and they could see the shopkeeper eagerly watching with a phone in hand. After she had finished, Sophie simply stood up and walked back to the car with her pee running down her legs. She looked back and smirked at James shaking his head ‘No need to get arsey just because it wasn’t your cock in my mouth.’ Now realising the type of girl Sophie was James sniggered ‘I wouldn’t just have my cock in your mouth.’ He was rubbing at his crotch, a bulge was quickly forming under his jeans. Folding the front seat forward she climbed into the back and sat alongside James making Sam get out of the car and close the passenger door. Once Sam was back in his seat it suddenly dawned on James what was about to happen, he looked at Sam in the rearview mirror unsure of what to say. ‘Just fuck her…’ Sam called out ‘…she wants every cock she can get and you’ve just invited her to yours!’ James nodded and looked at the smile on Sophie’s face, she wasn’t the innocent woman he believed, she was a slut. Sophie was focused on James’ now hard cock ‘I have a rule for fuck toys like you,’ she started as she positioned herself over James, ‘you cum in me or you don’t cum at all.’ Guiding James through the hole in her leggings and into her piss coated pussy Sophie let out a groan ‘Fuck that’s nice.’ James answered with a grunt as he pulled Sophie’s top down revealing her bouncing boobs which he immediately groped. An a****listic urge began to overwhelm Sophie, she started a mix of grinding and thrusting herself on James, the shop encounter had left her wanting a cock deep inside her and now she was getting it. Sam was trying to concentrate on driving but was heavily distracted by the sight in the rearview mirror of his girlfriend and friend fucking in the backseat. Pulling his cock out, he put Sophie’s vibrator between it and his balls and turned it on. ‘You şirinevler escort better not cum to me fucking’ Sophie grunted as she contiued to take James inside her. ‘Oh fuck, no not yet’ James groaned as he shot his load. Sophie settled down taking all of James inside her as he finished filling her with his cum, looking back at him with a disappointed look ‘Are you k**ding me, was that it…’ Sophie sighed feeling unsatisfied ‘…all talk and no fucking play.’ Sam pulled over into a lay-by so Sophie could climb back into the front of the car, he was trying to hide the smile on his face. Looking at his dick now completely hard with her vibrator buzzing under it, ‘Babe I…’ Sam just nodded as Sophie took him into her mouth with James in the backseat watching her bob up and down.James sat back gathering his thoughts as he watched Sophie’s head moving up and down on Sam’s cock as she hissed at him not to cum. ‘Fucking hell, I see what you mean about someone else getting her pregnant!’ he sighed as he recovered from her riding him. ‘Well it’s fucking lucky for you I can’t get pregnant twice, it’s positive!’ Sophie replied with a mouthful of Sam’s cock, the words nearly cause him to cum himself so she stops and slaps him back to reality. ‘Whatever you do, don’t leak cum on my seats’ Sam joked at Sophie’s expense as they pulled back onto the main road, now late to pick up the new car. The rest of the drive wasn’t even awkward, it was like it had never happened, Sophie would occasionally get a finger wet and place it in Sam’s mouth so he could taste it, it made her smile in an evil way teasing him that much. They eventually arrived outside the car sales lot and James went inside to sort the paperwork while Sophie looked around their selection of Range Rovers, a car she was desperate to own, she found one that was open at sat on the tail gate and Sam took the opportunity to push her onto her back and get his face between her legs.Lifting her head up Sophie glared at Sam but before she could say anything she realised that he wasn’t just sniffing her, he was licking her cum soaked knickers. Sophie moved her hand over Sam’s head and held it down as she began licking her lips. ‘Fuck!’ she moaned, Sam had parted her knickers and was sliding his tongue inside her pussy. ‘Give me your hand you fucker’ ordered Sophie, Sam obliged and Sophie took his hand and had him squeeze at her boob through her top. It wasn’t long until they heard the sound of James’ voice getting closer and closer so they quickly stopped and Sam wiped the juices from his mouth as Sophie just lay there still feeling the rush of what just happened. Sam pulled Sophie out of the Range Rover and they walked towards their car, ‘See babe that’s why we need a Range Rover, I’d let you do that to me all the time’ Sophie groaned as she watched Sam trying to hide his forming bulge, ‘Oh and I’m going to take care of that on the way home.’ As James approached them Sophie took the car keys from Sam, giving him a sly smile and threw them at James ‘You’re driving!’ After James had buckled up and Sam had joined her in the back, Sophie reached forward grabbing something out of her bag, James took the opportunity to pull her top down revealing her bare boobs. ‘Thanks,’ Sophie began, ‘saves me doing it.’ Sitting back in her seat she handed Sam a condom ‘Put that on and do nothing else’ she ordered. James started the car and laughed ‘So every other guy can cum in you but your own boyfriend can’t?’ Sophie simply glared at him as she parted her knickers ‘That’s right quick shot, you got a problem with that?’ Sam just sat there, his cock now hard and covered as Sophie lowered herself onto him. James went quiet, that sudden quick shot remark had hit home with him, looking back he saw that Sophie wasn’t riding Sam, she was just sitting there. ‘Unlike you,’ Sophie began again, ‘my boy here’s been trained, he’s going to stay hard inside me all the way home and not blow his load in two minutes.’ James just drove and occasionally glanced in the rearview at the sight of Sophie just sat on Sam, the only motion being the car on the potholes that James had somehow not avoided. As they arrived outside James’ house, James opened the door and had moved the seat forwards. Sophie lifted herself up showing Sam’s still hard cock ‘Thank you for the ride babe’ Sophie chuckled as Sam climbed into the front seat knocking his cock against her as he did. Sophie then looked at James ‘The next time you want a fuck let me know, your cock is nice but please next time…’ she trailed off. James just nodded ‘I know.’ She gave him a kiss and squeezed his cock before she got in the car winking at him ‘Next time.’

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