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We stumble in through the door soaking wet from the downpour outside; you push me against a wall, and feverishly, you take off my shirt. I follow your lead and take off yours. You press your body hard against mine; I’m whispering all the things I want to do to you in your ear. Our hands are everywhere at once, touching, caressing, knowing, liking.

We’re kissing like it’s a form of clasping. Thunder booms outside, I shudder; you laugh softly, pulling me in closer. You press your lips back against mine, gently at first, slowly, passionately, applying more pressure moments later, and picking up the pace. We’re making out now, not like two sex-crazed teenagers; we’re kissing like we mean it. It feels like it’s the only thing in the world that matters, that we’re the only thing in the world that has ever mattered.

You bite my lip, and I smile, returning the favor a second later. You decide, a couple minutes in that you should try progressing. Our conversation now is purely motions, no words are necessary here, the sounds we’re making clearly say it all. You place your hand on my chest remembering the place that you had missed. You feel my heart start to race, I gasp. This is all moving in the right direction, perfect timing, perfect setting, and perfect situation. I break free from our lip-lock and start kissing my way down your neck, across your shoulder and down Escort Ankara your chest. Down, down, down. I trace your zipper with my fingers, I unbutton your jeans, and I make my way back to your face. I press my lips hard against yours; long pecks, random bites, and just the slightest bit of tongue.

I’ve got one arm wrapped around the back of your neck, while my other hand is working on your zipper. You take my hands off of you with one hand and pin them above my head while your free hand unclasps my bra and removes it. You start kissing your way down my neck, trying to find the perfect spot to give me a hickey. I love the way you have control. Your free hand cups my breast for a moment and then drifts down to my belt to remove it. You then unbutton my jeans and undo my zipper, clumsily, but quickly. You slowly begin to pull my jeans down and you let them fall crumpled to the ground.

I kick off my shoes and kick the jeans aside, completely exposed except for my thong. You take a moment to break free and take a good look at me before scooping me up and taking me to the bed nearby. You lie beside me and you start to kiss me again, this time more aggressively, hungrily, wanting. Your hands wander to my chest while I have one hand caressing your face and the other eagerly on your back, pulling you in closer. I let the hand on your face drift to your waist Ankara Escort to finish what I had started. I unzip your jeans and hook my thumb around your belt loop to pull them down. I slip my hand into your boxers and pull out your long, hard cock. Grasping it tightly, I begin to pump my hand up and down as I listen to your breathing speed up.

Your kisses become frantic, and your mouth trails to my neck, biting it lightly as I increase my pace. I feel your entire body tense up as you get closer. Your hand drifts to my stomach and you inch your way down to my thong. You slide your fingers inside, between the fabric and my skin. Your fingers glide down and suddenly stop as you reach my clit; you start to rub slowly and my breathing speeds up, matching yours. Your fingers stop your motions and drift downward again finding my wet, waiting hole. You shove one finger inward making me gasp and start pumping. Moments later, you pull out and add another finger, shoving them both in with the same force as the first one. You start pumping again, faster, harder; I increase my speed to match yours and you bury your face in my neck and moan as you release. I edge my face towards yours and kiss you hard, biting your lip as I finish.

I roll onto my back as we’re both panting and trying to catch our breath, but we are no where near finished. Keeping up the momentum, Ankara Escort Bayan I pull off your boxers and you pull off my thong, throwing it to the floor, before lying on top of me and entering me in the same fluid motion; I moan. You lean forward and kiss me softly, sweetly, and ask me if I’m alright. I reply, “I’m more than alright. Just go,” and you proceed. You sit up and begin slowly, pacing yourself, in and out, in and out, filling me with every inch of you. Your hands grope my breasts and I take my arms and put them around the back of your neck to pull you closer to me.

I kiss your chest and shoulders frantically. My heavy breathing matches your tempo. You start to accelerate and we both start to sweat and gasp. I can feel the ecstasy rising within your motions as you speed up again, pounding me with all your might. We both start to moan uncontrollably as your increasingly fast thrusts lead us to the perfect climax together. We clench each other tightly, my nails digging into your back as we’re both rocked by the same mind blowing orgasm. You collapse on top of me and we both exhale, completely satisfied.

We lay there for what seems like hours until we both catch our breath again. You roll off me and with a smile; you start pulling the covers down on the bed. We both climb under the sheets, still naked and totally exhausted. You wrap your arms around me, holding me tightly and I rest my head on your chest. We sigh again, completely blissful and completely content, falling asleep in a room with the smell of sex in the air. I reach up and softly kiss your neck. I whisper in your ear, “Happy Anniversary Love.”

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1.

“Dude, no,” Teddy shook his head before taking the final swig from his bottle of cider, “I told you I’m staying the fuck away from Mega Con this year!”

Mike placed the big plate of nachos down on the coffee table. “Come on man. The games. The panels. Hot cosplay girls. Fucking Matt Smith AND Alex Kingston. I’ll even pay for the autograph session”

Teddy sighed deeply, “I refuse to go anywhere near that thing.” He glanced forlornly towards the door leading to his bedroom.

His bedroom. Not theirs. Not his and Becky’s.

There was still a small box containing some of her things over on what used to be here side of the bed. He absolutely hated passing it every time he went to the bathroom.

He also hated the fact that he took the can of her body spray out of the box last night and sprayed the sheets so he could imagine that she was still there.

And he hated Mike just a little bit right now because he was the “go between” – the one who was taking the box after he left to drop it off with his girlfriend Karen, who in turn was going to drop it off to Becky.

Mike picked up a small plate and began scooping some of the nachos onto it.

“Okay, I know something and it’s gonna piss the fuck out of you, but it will also make going to the con easier.”

Teddy’s left eyebrow raised slightly, “Go on.”

“Becky’s not going this year.”

Teddy’s eyebrow arched even higher, “Go on,” he repeated.

Mike took a sip from his beer bottle. “She’s not going…because she’s going on vacation.”

Teddy felt his jaw tense up, “With him?”

“Um, yeah.”

“Great,” Teddy leapt up from the couch and made his way right to the kitchen. He flung open the refrigerator door and grabbed another bottle of Angry Orchard, “Just fucking great. I hope they have a great time. No really. I hope my fucking ex-fiancée and that asshole douchebag former boss of hers have a fantastic time! Are they going to Turks and Caicos? I mean why the fuck not. That’s where we were planning to go on our honeymoon. She did all the research, so makes sense right?”

Mike said nothing but kept drinking.

“Oh my hell,” Teddy shouted, “they ARE going to Turks and Caicos, aren’t they?”

“Dude,” Mike attempted, but then took another sip of his beer,

“Dude nothing!” Teddy continued to rant, “Do you have any idea how fucking embarrassing this is? It’s not cliché enough that my fiancée dumped me for her boss. They’re basically going on my fucking honeymoon!”

Mike took a deep breath, “Dude, I love you. You’re my best friend. Brothers from different mothers. You know that.”

Teddy stood there listening, trying not to throw his bottle and trying not to cry.

“This isn’t me saying I told you so. We’ve already had that talk. This isn’t me saying there’s blame to go around. We’ve had that talk too. This is me simply saying come with me to Mega Con. I’ve got the hotel. I got you a ticket. And surprise, I already fucking got us into the autograph session. And before you say anything, consider this both an early birthday gift AND my way of saying thank you for last year.”

Hearing that, the anger seemed to flush right out of Teddy.

Mike’s dad had died the previous year after a painfully short bout with pancreatic cancer. Teddy was there for everything. He helped with funeral arrangements when Mike and his sister couldn’t handle them. Teddy sat in a bathroom while his friend puked his guts out after drinking himself into near oblivion.

They’d been friends since junior year of school and helped each other get through parental divorces, a sibling drug overdose, breakups, job losses, and, as Mike put it “the horror of JJ Abrams Star Wars.”

Now Teddy actually felt his eyes tearing up.

“You fucking suck, you know that right?”

Mike raised his bottle and smiled, “Only when they pay me.”

2.

The ride from Queens to Marlborough, Massachusetts was usually fairly quick. This evening, as Teddy drove, it felt like an eternity.

Teddy had insisted on driving and Mike put up little resistance. He’d been putting late hours in at the ad agency as his team scrambled to save an account with a major fast food chain. In the end the efforts paid off (and Mike was well compensated, hence paying for the entire trip), but he was clearly in no shape to drive.

While his best friend snored lightly, Teddy drove in silence. He didn’t want to put on his favorite playlist, knowing a few of the songs on it were ones that Becky had suggested. And he sure as hell wasn’t about to listen to “Comedy Bang Bang” anytime soon. Becky had gotten him hooked on that podcast and there was little chance anything they said was going to make him laugh anytime soon.

There was no question, Teddy missed his “Nerd Girl.”

They’d met at Cornell, both of them studying to be veterinarians. They had smiled at one another a few times, and had a few brief conversations, but never seemed to have much luck getting schedules to sync. Finally one Friday afternoon, Escort Eryaman they bumped into one another at a Starbucks off campus and ended up sitting together. Teddy asked Rebecca “Becky” Jwa if she had ever seen “Battlestar Galactica” because in his opinion, she looked exactly like actress Grace Park.

She looked at him with a sly smile, “Maybe at some point, you’ll find out if my spine glows red when I fuck.”

It was about three days later when Teddy confirmed that while it didn’t glow red, Becky was:

1. Insane in bed.

2. As huge a nerd as he was.

Like his off-campus apartment, hers was adorned with nerdy baubles, posters, books and movies. She sewed her own cosplay costumes and could sing along to Buffy without messing up a single lyric.

Becky’s goal was to become a zoological veterinarian, while Teddy was content with the plan of taking care of everyone’s pets back in his hometown of Maspeth NY. Graduation, time zones and life goals resulted in them splitting amicably but remaining close.

A few years later, Becky got offered a position at the Bronx Zoo which she jumped at. Teddy offered to let her crash at his apartment while she found her own place, and she never left.

As cliché as it sounds, life was good. When they weren’t working, they were attending cons or playing Dungeons and Dragons with Mike and several others. Mike’s girlfriend Karen and Becky hit things off and became besties, even if Karen wasn’t as nerdy as the rest of them.

Of course, when they weren’t gaming or binge watching anime, they were fucking. Becky loved putting her legs over Teddy’s shoulders so he could penetrate her deeply. She would literally growl as his dick plunged as far inside her as possible. She also was obsessed with playing with herself while they fucked, which Teddy found incredibly arousing. As soon as he felt her fingers rubbing against her clit, he knew it would be just seconds before he came. Becky was on the pill, so most times he stayed inside her. But he also enjoyed seeing pulling out and letting it splash on her belly, watching his semen eventually pool into her navel.

As time went by though, both of them became extremely busy in their own careers. Teddy and a colleague opened a successful practice in Maspeth, while Becky continued to rise in the ranks at the zoo. Comic conventions and RPG nights became few and far between, as did romantic interludes. Thinking about it now while he drove, Teddy realized the proposal wasn’t so much an act of love as it was an act of desperation. Even if they were too busy for one another then, they would have the rest of their lives together.

It was stupid and naïve. Teddy failed to see the warning signs until it was too late and Becky was confessing to the affair with her boss. One of them was going to have to leave the zoo, but they were in love and going to work it out, she explained through tears. And just like that, her closet of costumes, her statues and manga books were gone.

His colleague, Dr. Michelle Gorman, practically jumped when he told her he was going to take a few days off to go to Mega Con.

“Thank fucking Christ, Ted!” she cheered as she gently placed a groggy cat back into its cage to recover from its surgery, “I was literally telling my wife last night that you need to get the hell out of town for a few days. Do your nerd shit. Or whatever the fuck you do at those cons. Hell maybe meet a girl and get laid.”

Teddy did not like that last part in the least. He had no intention of going to the con for anything other than to forget about Becky, or at least make a half-hearted attempt to.

3.

The first day of the con, Teddy swore he saw Becky at least twice.

Of course both times he realized he was wrong once the girls turned and faced his direction. In one case the girl was dressed as Harley Quinn. Becky despised Harley Quinn so she would never have been caught dead cosplaying as the character. The second girl however was dressed as Tsuyu Asui/Froppy from “My Hero Academia” – one of Becky’s favorite characters from the series. And even though he knew Becky didn’t have a costume (at least not while they were together), there was still a moment when Teddy froze in terror thinking Mike had made a terrible mistake.

Speaking of Mike, he was having a fantastic time as attendees were stopping him to take pictures of his costume: he was wearing a mashup of Deadpool and Eleven from “Stranger Things.” His Deadpool mask was topped with a blonde wig and he was wearing a dress similar to Eleven’s. He still had his fake foam swords strapped to his back and he was carrying an empty box of Eggo waffles.

“Dude, you totally should have dressed up today!” Mike’s muffled voice came from beneath his mask.

“I’m fine, really” Teddy said half-heartedly. The most effort he could muster up was a t-shirt depicting Rick from “Rick and Morty” sticking his head out from the TARDIS and giving the finger.

“The cosplay contest is happening at 2pm,” Mike said as Eryaman Escort two girls rushed up and asked for pictures. They were both dressed as scantily clad anime characters that Teddy didn’t recognize. Mike however appeared to have no problem as they each took turns practically grinding him while the other snapped away.

“I’ll see you there,” Teddy said, “I’m just gonna hit the vendor floor for a little while.”

‘Deadpool’ shook his head, “If I find out you ended up going back to the hotel room, I’ll…hmm.” Mike looked at the anime girl, “Dear child, what should I do if my friend cruelly abandons me?”

“We’d take care of you” the girl next to Mike said suggestively, then added “But you’d have to keep your mask on.”

Teddy rolled his eyes and chuckled. He knew Mike would never do anything to fuck things up with Karen, but there was no way in hell his friend wasn’t loving every second of this.

“Go have fun, but not too much fun,” Teddy said as he started to stroll away, “I’ll catch you later. Text me if you need me.”

“Vaya con Dios!” Mike said as the girls switched spots and the lesser dressed of the two started posing with him.

4.

Teddy nudged his way through the crowds in the vendor section. Like most geeks (or nerds or fanboys or whatever you called yourself) there was a bit of an art and a gamble to buying merchandise at cons. You walked around and priced out the things you liked, which more often than not were being sold at multiple booths. You’d also check out the vendor’s overall prices and how popular the booth was. If items were reasonably priced across the board, there was a chance the item you want might go quickly. Alternatively, if the seller was marking things a little higher, people might wait until the end of the con to see if prices would go down.

Most vendors would prefer not to have to box everything up and bring back to their stores or storage locations. End of cons were when deals were made, provided the things you wanted were still there.

Teddy made note of a pretty stunning Darth Vader statue and a new model kit of the Space Battleship Yamato, both which were being sold in a few booths.

Maybe a few totally unnecessary purchases would make him feel better, he thought.

And then he saw it: a limited edition “Headless Ned Stark” Funko Pop figure.

Normally Teddy wasn’t a huge fan of Funko Pop figures, with their squat bodies and oversized heads, but he did love “Game of Thrones,” and this particular figure was apparently hard to find.

He slowly made his way past a couple dressed as zombiefied Superman and Wonder Woman to get a closer look at this glorious find. It was up on a shelf behind the vendor’s makeshift checkout counter, between a few other rare Funkos.

“One second,” the guy behind the counter said gruffly. Teddy stood patiently as the guy finished up another customer’s purchase.

Teddy had two pet peeves. The first was the type of people who stereotyped nerds geeks as slovenly, oblivious of their personal hygiene and with poor social skills. The second were those in the “community” who reflected, and sometimes embraced, those stereotypes.

The man behind could have been the poster boy for Teddy’s pet peeve with his unwashed hair, stained t-shirt depicting Catwoman bending forward provocatively and a very subtle, but apparent, body odor.

“So?” the man asked.

Ignoring the vendor’s rudeness, Teddy motioned to the figure. “The Headless Ned Stark?”

“Oh yeah. Exclusive to San Diego Comic Con.” The man took the figure down off the shelf, “Someone was checking it out before. I don’t do holds, but they said they were most likely come back for it.”

“How much is it going for?” Teddy asked.

“$285. Plus tax if you’re using a card.”

Teddy whistled. He really wasn’t looking to spend that much on the figure, especially given the other things he was hoping to pick up. But this was a rare find.

“If I did cash is the price negotiable?”

The vendor pursed his lips, and nodded, “I’ll take five bucks off.”

“Damn,” Teddy replied, “Give me a minute to think about it.”

The vendor shrugged. Teddy noted the man’s body odor more prevalently now as he extended his arm to put the boxed figure back on the shelf. “Like I said, I don’t hold. And I think the other guy is over in that booth over there,” he gestured in some random direction, “So he’s probably coming back for this any minute.” Another person came up to the counter with merchandise, and the man immediately lost all interest in Teddy as he started to ring up the purchase.

Teddy kept staring at the figure. He couldn’t remember how much it normally went for but he was pretty sure it was more than $285. So this was an absolute steal. But it was definitely more than he was hoping to spend on it.

“Don’t do it,” a voice said next to him in a low tone.

Teddy turned. The woman standing next to him was about two inches shorter than his own 6′ 1″ height. Her purple hair Eryaman Escort Bayan was pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing a black t-shirt depicting General Zod from “Superman II” with the word KNEEL appearing in a word bubble next to him. Her skin was pale and flawless and her eyes were stormy grey, surrounded by thick black eyeliner. She had a nose piercing that, when she leaned in closer, Teddy realized was a tiny skull.

“I’m…what? Don’t what?” Teddy stammered.

“Don’t buy the Pop,” she continued, “It’s a knock-off.”

Teddy’s eyes widened, “How do you know?”

The woman glared in the direction of the man behind the makeshift counter, “Mitch over here has been selling custom figures for years. But a while back he started trying to pawn some off as hard to find Funkos. He’s a piece of shit.”

The man behind the counter saw the woman next to Teddy and his face flushed.

“For fuck’s sake, Adeline!”

The woman shrugged, “What? I’m on break and I’m just checking out what my fellow vendors are selling.”

“Bullshit!” the man Teddy now knew to be Mitch snarled, “You do this all the fucking time!”

“Well if you weren’t such an utter piece of garbage trying to sell fake merchandise, maybe I would mind my business!” she retorted.

A couple of the people standing around the booth looked at both Adeline and Mitch. The person who had just completed their purchase looked inside their bag and then back at the now very flustered vendor.

Mitch put his hands up, “She’s lying. Everything is legit. And 5%…10% off for the next half hour!”

The woman stared at Mitch one last time. “Fuckwit,” she said disdainfully, then turning to Teddy added, “Sorry, I just didn’t want to see you get screwed. Headless Ned Stark – a real one – doesn’t go for anything less than a grand, and that’s if it’s in a less than pristine box.”

“No, I appreciate it,” Teddy exclaimed, “What’s really embarrassing is now I’m remembering an article about rare Funkos and that one was on the list.”

“Just a little over 1,000 ever made.” She chuckled, “I’ll admit, asshat over there is getting better with his 3D printers.”

“So you’re a vendor too?” Teddy asked.

The woman nodded, “Mine is in the next aisle. I have a shop in NYC and…” she paused, her eyes narrowing on Teddy, “And have we met before?”

Teddy looked at her, “I don’t think. Wait, a shop in NYC?”

“Astoria actually. It’s called The Secret Headquarters.”

“Holy fuck,” Teddy exclaimed, “Yes! I’ve been there several times. I live in Maspeth. Great store. You started selling RPG books last year. And I love that you blacked out the front windows and you have to step through the old phone booth to come inside.”

The woman blushed slightly, “Thank you. My ex boy— business partner thought that people would never find us. But business is really good.” She smiled and extended her hand, “I’m…”

“Adeline. Yeah, I heard asshat before. I’m Teddy.”

They stood there for a second, their hands – and eyes – locked. When their hands finally began to separate, Teddy felt her fingertips trail slowly through his palm and wrist.

“So, um,” Teddy stammered, “You said you have a booth set up here?”

“Yeah,” Adeline replied, “I don’t do shows as often as I used to, at least not as a vendor. But I’m starting to think about business expansion. More online orders. So I’m doing a few cons in the next few months in New England to get the name out there.” She smiled playfully, “You wanna come over and check out the wares?”

“I would love to,” Teddy said regretfully, “But my buddy is doing the cosplay contest starting soon and he’ll kick my ass if I’m not there.”

Teddy saw Adeline’s expression fall slightly, so he quickly added, “So this is a very ballsy thing for me to do, and I swear to I don’t do this kind of thing, but would you be interested in meeting up later? I’m here at the hotel. We could grab a drink or whatever.”

Adeline looked at Teddy’s shirt, then met his gaze again. “You’re cute. And you get points for the sweet mashup there, nerdboy. Rick in the TARDIS. I love it.”

Teddy could feel his face flush slightly. He also felt his penis shift in his pants.

“The vendor floor shuts down at 7 tonight,” Adeline said, “So how about meeting up at 9? Gives me and my poor underpaid underling time to close up and for me to clean up a little. I’m in room 402.”

A coquettish look flickered in her eyes. “We can figure out where to go from there.”

5.

Like the second floor where he and Mike were staying, Teddy found plenty of activity on the fourth floor. People were coming in and out of rooms with cases of beer and bottles of alcohol. Several doors were propped open and the sounds of laughter and music could be heard coming from within. Mega Con was a huge event, with all but a few rooms occupied by attendees, vendors, show workers and even a few celebrities. The few guests that weren’t part of the event learned quickly that there was no quelling the commotion. They could either sleep with a pillow on top of their heads, take some sleeping pills, look for a new hotel or join in the fun.

Teddy counted down the room numbers as he approached 402. He had showered, thrown on a dark blue button down shirt and a clean pair of jeans.

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Note: All sexual activity in this story occurs between consenting adults who were at least 18 years of age at the time of all activity.

I’m Jill, and I’m a year younger than my neighbor and dear friend Kyle. We grew up in a very repressed environment in the rural Midwest, both with strict Protestant upbringings, and had known each other since grade school.

As teenagers, neither of us had much sexual experience. In fact, prior to the events I’m about to describe, Kyle essentially hadn’t had ANY. We were very close in so many ways, as our homes were located in an exceptionally isolated farming area in Wisconsin, about a twenty-mile drive from the town where our high school was located. There weren’t many other people our age around and really never had been, and neither of us had siblings.

As for me, my sexual experience up to now was limited to being brought to orgasm just after my 18th birthday once by a guy who was a few years older than me. It was a few months ago, right at the end of the school year, and it was fantastic! We were in his car kissing and he asked me if I’d ever been made to come by a guy before, and when I said “No”, he insisted on doing it to me with his hand.

It worked. Oh man, how it worked. But alas, I learned shortly thereafter that he was doing this kind of stuff and more with a few other girls and was disgusted and hadn’t spoken to him since.

That changed something about me in dramatic fashion all the same: now that I’d felt the intense joy of an orgasm brought on by someone else, through something other than self-stimulation, I was on fire to experience it again and again. I planned on the real thing, the whole intercourse experience, happening soon for me and though I didn’t have a boyfriend and didn’t really want one, I had a few guys in mind who would surely fulfill this burning need of mine for sex, and had recently gone on the pill just to be ready.

I planned to start the hunt for Mr. Right Now in the fall when school resumed. There weren’t many guys around in the summer given where we lived, but that would all change once school started again.

So, after enduring a few months of this frustration, I found myself with Kyle enjoying a late-August afternoon at the place our families shared at a lake in Wisconsin. It was our last afternoon together there, and after this, Kyle was going off to college. It was a great day, absolutely perfect for lying out in the sun. Our parents were all out fishing on the lake so Kyle and I were sunning ourselves on the dock outside the cottage. The place was located in a very remote little nook and no one could see us.

Because Kyle and I had known each other so long, our friendship was almost sibling-like. Some aspects of it had grown confusing as we reached adolescence, as we changed from chasing each other around the woods and fields surrounding our homes, to talking about sex and things sexual.

In our younger years, especially from third grade through about seventh, I looked up to Kyle as he was older than me and held the upper-hand in our interpersonal dynamics. Even though he could have dismissed me as a neighbor brat with braces and blonde pigtails, he showed me how to fish, helped bait my hook, didn’t make fun of the way I threw a baseball, and stood up for me at school if someone picked on me. He comforted me in the summer when Lassie ran away and in the winter, when the snow monster attacked Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and I screamed, he told me that he’d seen the show before and that Rudolph would be okay, and he was right.

As a result he had quite a lot of power over me and I adored him completely. He never abused this, with one exception.

When I was about nine, I developed this incredible young-girl crush on him and it lasted for quite some time before transitioning from puppy love to merely liking him in an intense way. That summer in my bedroom, I set up a toy farm where I dreamed that he and I lived together as husband and wife. I remember having my dollhouse completely set up for our lives together. It was gigantic, almost as tall as me, something my dad had made for me in his wood shop out in the barn. I placed a small “Jill loves Kyle” sign hanging in the bedroom of the dollhouse, with two Barbie and Ken dolls lying in bed together. Off in the fields of my bedroom’s carpet, I set up neat little plastic fences marking off crops and pastureland, with plastic cows grazing in the fields.

It was pure fantasy and I thought only I knew what it meant. The Jill doll made meals in the kitchen while the Kyle doll cut down plastic trees, ran the tractor and tended to the livestock.

I took this set-up down every night and stashed it in my closet, but one afternoon, the real Kyle busted into my room right after I’d set it up. I stood in breathless anticipation as he surveyed the scene, awaiting his reaction as his eyes settled on the dollhouse bedroom. To my dismay, he smirked at me and said “That’s so stupid!” and went running outside Etimesgut Escort laughing.

I was so crushed, so hurt and embarrassed that I shrieked in horror and then cried off and on all night and didn’t go outside to play with him at all the next day. When we next saw each other, it was awkward at first, but finally he asked me if I wanted to throw catch and I agreed. It was a hot afternoon and later on, as we drank some juice his mom had made for us, he said he was sorry for laughing at me. I didn’t acknowledge this but instead said, “Let’s throw catch some more,” so off we went, and not another word was said about it.

The dynamic of him having the upper-hand over me changed when I reached puberty. Even though he went through most of that before I did because he was older, he looked at me differently and acted almost meek around me as my breasts expanded and my little-girl antics contracted while I transformed into a young woman. It took a few years for all that to sort itself out, during which we didn’t interact as much. In those summers, since no one else our ages lived around us, we spent a lot of time alone, not with each other, but by ourselves. Those were dark and lonely times as I recall.

Finally, though, we matured physically and to a large extent emotionally, and became close friends again. We’d since had many honest discussions regarding how, despite finding each other very attractive, we could not cross the line and become boyfriend & girlfriend. Our friendship was far too precious to us both, we’d experienced too many pivotal parts of our young lives together to risk it on a relationship that would perhaps fail and ruin everything for good.

That doesn’t mean, of course, that there weren’t interactions of a physical nature between us. These started right after I’d had that orgasm with that guy, and yes, I confess that I initiated this sort of activity as a way to release some of my pent-up desires. We were very “huggy” friends, often embracing each other for long periods, sometimes laying beside each other in one or the others’ bedroom, arms around each other, talking about the deepest things in life. We occasionally shared a brief kiss on the lips, something I first initiated, and something that Kyle seemed to enjoy. All the same, these interactions weren’t overt and didn’t progress to more serious activity, and in fact the dynamic with us in that area was very complex, but it worked.

In truth it made perfect sense: two people at the height of hormonal rage, who were the opposite sex and close friends and isolated physically from others couldn’t keep all that pressure completely at bay. This closeness between us, despite our mutual understanding that ours was a friendship and nothing more, had recently begun teetering precariously on sexual tension, which is one of the reasons I wanted to wait until Kyle left for college before engaging in intercourse with these other potential mates. I didn’t want to hurt him – despite our agreement that he and I were friends and friends only, I knew that if I had intercourse with someone else right under his nose, it would be very hard for him to accept.

Kyle was fairly shy and he’d had only a few dates. He talked to me about his lack of action and I knew it was because he just wasn’t aggressive enough. Kyle was indeed a good-looking guy, just too reserved. I hadn’t told him about my orgasm in the car because I knew if I did, he’d only feel more inadequate since I was younger than him.

I really felt bad for Kyle. I could tell that he was very frustrated and also very full of sexual needs. About a month ago, right after I initiated those brief pecks on the lips with him, I walked in on him in his bedroom once and caught him masturbating. I closed the door immediately and walked out, but not before noticing that he was holding a picture of me with his left hand, a wallet-size of my junior class photo. I saw it for just a split second, as he crumpled it in his palm the moment he heard me open his door. That was an awkward moment and he avoided me for several days afterward, though I was pretty sure he had no clue that I’d seen that he’d been holding the picture of me.

Finally, I popped over to see him one afternoon and told him that what he was doing was normal, that I wasn’t disgusted, and that he shouldn’t be ashamed of himself. He broke down and cried on my shoulder over that. Another bonding moment, a pivotal one, like his turn at experiencing the shame I endured with the dollhouse fiasco many years prior.

Moreover, though, he often looked at me, you now, “looked” at me. People said I was attractive, with long blonde hair and a favorable build; Kyle often told me I was the prettiest girl around the school. I’d be a senior in high school when classes resumed this fall, and it would be so different now with him in college.

We both knew this was a big change for both of us, and that day on the dock, it almost seemed like he couldn’t look at me enough. Escort Etimesgut We were both in our bathing suits, lying next to each other, and he kept staring at my chest. I was wearing the skimpiest bikini my parents would allow, and it barely covered my nipples. We talked about many things and he kept looking at my body, and then he’d say he was sleepy and turn to his side, with his back to me. Truth is, he was getting an erection and didn’t want me to see it, but his ploy wasn’t working too well.

I saw it through his shorts, and I felt bad for him because it must have been frustrating. But, being a bit devilish and hornier than ever myself, I didn’t make the situation any easier for him. I loved seeing him get turned on by me, and for the last few months, right after I initiated those brief friendship kisses on the lips, we’d begun doing little things to one another in a teasing way, things that would make the recipient blush and start breathing heavy, which would make the provider do the same. We never talked about what we were doing or what the interaction was about, as if we both realized that if we talked about it openly, that would be taboo. We just did it, and built many of these little favors around deals, which I’ll explain in a minute.

Kyle would give me backrubs, good ones. That summer he often put my suntan lotion on, and he’d do my entire body, like he had that morning on the floor of the family room of our cabin. Slowly he’d rubbed the oil on my back, up my legs, inside my thighs, on my stomach, slowly, methodically, expertly. I loved it. He got right up to my crotch with his hand, and I told him I had sore muscles there, so with his hand pressed right up against my private parts, he rubbed back and forth and I started moving my hips to maximize the sensation.

I’d never participated so aggressively in this part of the suntan application ritual though he’d allowed his hand to “slip on up there” before, but now I couldn’t resist grinding away as he moved his hand back and forth on my leg and against my crotch, and I couldn’t help myself. I knew he knew exactly what I was doing and that he could hear my breathing intensify but I didn’t care, and I also didn’t mind when all this motion started loosening one of the two knots holding on my red string bikini bottoms.

Finally, I got the point where I was about to come and I had to squeeze my legs together so he’d know to stop. I didn’t want him to see the wetness he’d made of my bikini, so when we walked to the dock, I kept my towel wrapped around me until I calmed down.

As for me, the kisses had opened the door to more, and I soon found that he loved things I did to his ears. When in a conversation about something that would lead to an embrace, I’d playfully nibble on his earlobe, breathing heavily, and he’d freeze like a statue until a shiver would come over him, and then I’d let go. Sometimes I’d stick my tongue inside and go round and round, letting out a soft sigh once in a while, and he absolutely loved that. He’d shiver to where he couldn’t speak, and I got an intense feeling of sexual satisfaction out of this.

So that day, as we talked, as I saw him staring at my chest, I was teasing the daylights out of him. When he’s say something funny I’d lean toward him and whisper “You’re so silly” and snuggle up, gently grasping his ear with my teeth and then slipping in my tongue. I did it such that he had a perfect view of my cleavage and also pressed my breasts against his arm. This cycled on for a few hours and each time, he’d freeze up, and I’d notice the tent forming in his trunks, and then he’d turn his back to me saying he needed to close his eyes for a few minutes and snooze.

I had a plan, one that I’d been caressing in my mind since we arrived in the cabin two weeks prior. I cared for Kyle, this lifelong friend of mine, so much that I didn’t want him to go to college completely inexperienced. So, as a going away present, I wanted to make him feel the joy of an orgasm at my hand so he’d have more of a hunger for action and become more aggressive on dates. I knew this would work for him in that way after what had happened to me, and knew that a handjob would be enough.

Furthermore, I knew that he’d like that, a lot. After all, it would be like me making his fantasy of the day I caught him with my picture come true, only he wouldn’t be stroking himself and would be looking at the real me during it, not my picture.

I didn’t want to screw him, no, that would be way too intense and perhaps muck up the chances of this friendship lasting forever. But a handjob? What was that? Basically nothing, the way I saw it. Everyone was giving each other handjobs these days, if not blowjobs. Handjobs and blowjobs had replaced the good-night kiss on casual dates, so why not? We’d progressed from kisses to ear licking to suntan oil backrubs, so a handjob didn’t seem like a big leap. I felt certain I could pull this off, so to speak, without it ruining our friendship Etimesgut Escort Bayan or leading to anything more intense, especially given that he would be leaving for college in a matter of days. I was sure we would stop there, and furthermore, I knew in my heart that it would be good for him and help enrich his life, not just for that moment, but beyond.

Okay, in truth I wanted to fuck the living daylights out of him, to have a screaming orgasm with him in anyway possible, either by his hand, penis or mouth. But I just couldn’t. Not with the way we were raised almost as siblings, and with the friendship we so cherished.

Because of the way our little games worked, the way we did things for each other but didn’t really talk about it, it wasn’t like I could just come out and say, “Hey Kyle, how about if I stroke you off?” No, it had to be more subtle than that, had to be a deal of some sort.

Tit for tat, you might say.

Speaking of which, one thing I really enjoyed was the way Kyle looked at my breasts. I wanted to bare them for him, and I knew he’d like that. I’d sure like that – to see his eyes fixated on the real thing, not just the cleavage, to see his mouth hang, his lips go dry, that shiver come across him. I’d long wanted to slowly reveal myself to him. In fact, I often fantasized about it, masturbated about it. I thought about doing more with Kyle when I played with myself of course, but that one image really held joy for me. But I couldn’t exactly just bare them for him without any reason.

Thus, the beginnings of a deal emerged. In our games that commenced that summer, we often had deals, as I said earlier. For example, he’d pretend to complain and say he really didn’t want to put suntan lotion on me because it made his hands so greasy, but I knew he wanted to anyway, and he knew I wanted him to do it. So, I’d initiate a trade by saying something like, “Kyle, is that pulled hamstring from the track meet still bothering you?”

“Yeah,” he’d respond, “it’s pretty sore today.”

“Okay, I need some sunscreen, so how about this. I’ll work on the back of your leg for a bit if you’ll help me out with the sunscreen.”

And he’d agree, faking reluctance, and off we’d go. I’d rub his thigh very sexually with oil on my hands and he’d get erect and all shaky with joy, and he’d then make me the same way with his sunscreen application. We’d both have a semi-sexual experience, but then again, because of the way we’d framed it, we could dismiss guilt inside because it was seemingly a transaction of functional favors.

Complicated stuff, but incredibly enjoyable!

So, back to my plan on making Kyle have the ultimate pleasure. His most recent date was a girl named “Kelly” and from what he’d told me, he gotten the furthest with her. They’d tongued each others’mouths in a deep kiss and he’d cupped her breast through her sweater. Big-time stuff for him. Hey, he was making progress.

As we lay there, I kept adjusting my top as we talked and he watched every move, straining for a peak at my nipples. I did everything to keep my breasts at his eye level, right in his face, but never revealed even a peak of nipple. This went on for quite some time and I could see him getting frustrated, as if tortured.

“Kyle, do you think you’ll ever ask Kelly out again?” I asked at one point.

“I don’t know, she seemed kind of bored with me last time I talked to her,” he replied.

“Bored? She shouldn’t have been, I mean, come on, you got to second base with her and everything.”

“Yeah, I felt her tits,” he said.

“Did you see them bare?”

“No, I didn’t. I told you that, didn’t I?”

“You like tits, don’t you?” I asked.

That question sure got his attention. His face reddened as he looked away from my face and back at my breasts, and he sat silently before saying, “What makes you say that?”

“Well, you keep trying to look at mine today!” I answered with a laugh. He looked away as if embarrassed and disgusted, so I had to ease his mind. “Don’t be shy or anything, it just means your normal.”

He said nothing and I too stayed silent until he again looked in my eyes.

“Is it really second base if you touch a girl’s breast but don’t see them?” I asked.

“I don’t know, not sure what the rules are,” he said.

“I’m thinking I never got to second base with a guy because I’ve never shown any guy my breasts,” I said. It was a lie, but it intensified his interest.

“Really? Never?”

“Nope. But don’t look at me like I’m some kind of prude. I’d love to show a guy my breasts but the situation just hasn’t been right.” I smiled at him and waited for his reply.

“Yeah,” he said after a few seconds, “no girl’s ever seen my package, either, let alone touched it. But you know that, you’d have been the first I’d have told if THAT were to happen.”

“Is that something you’d like? To show yourself to a girl and have her touch you there?”

“Of course,” he answered. “It would be a dream!”

“I’ve never seen a guy’s penis before nor touched it. That would be a dream for me too,” I said, looking away from his eyes. This one actually was true. I didn’t return the favor to the guy that night, just didn’t feel like it, and he wasn’t happy with me. But so it goes.

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Hi. I am writing this for my readers who really enjoyed my first story ( Ali’s First Modeling Experience.)

First of all, I would like to point out that I really do like guys. I especially like turning them on. I like to grab their cock and tease them. Girls how do you like feeling their passion growing in your hands? Guys, how do you feel having your cock given absolute attention? I know I get so turned on by grabbing his cock and slowly stroking him. I have recently learned how to absolutely tease him with feather light upward strokes and some pressure downward strokes. Ever so softly teasing him as his passion increases and I can feel him growing in my hands. Then I alternate with feather like downward strokes with more pressure upward strokes.

This teasing brings me more excitement as I increase this tempo ever so slowly. He becomes wanting more and I only tease him more! I continue ever so slowly teasing him and making him want more. Oh do I love this. In fact, I am getting turned on just telling about it. I continue with these feather light strokes. I can feel him getting bigger and harder in my hands. He wants me, but I only tease him more. He is needing release, but I only tease him more. I continue stroking him until he is getting wet with passion and I still continue with my teasing and stroking. My hands are getting wet and very slippery and yet I continue with my teasing and stroking. ( I am getting really wet just thinking about this.) Up and down, my stroking continues, but ever so lightly so he does not get to the point of coming. He wants release, he is begging me to finish him, yet I only continue with my teasing slowly up and down. My hands are getting wetter and very slippery, but my teasing continues.

As my teasing continues, he is in agony begging for release, but he is going to have to wait! I am not done with him. After I have him at the very peak of passion, then and only then, I start to lick him and take him in my mouth. He has become so wet and slippery from all my teasing that I can taste his passion in ways I have not experienced before. I am getting more turned on with his taste. He is begging for release, but I am still going to tease him, but with my tongue. I lick his head ever so slowly tasting him, teasing him more. Oh do I love this. He wants me to finish him off, but he is going to wait. Slowly, I start taking more of him in my mouth, tasting him and feeling his need. Then I start to slowly, ever so slowly, take in more of him. I am starting to increase my pace as I now start to slowly go up and down on him. I know he can not hold out much longer, so I increase my pace, yet I continue to stop and lick his head round and round my tongue goes to taste as much of him as I can.

Then I start increasing my strokes again as I can feel his passion coming. He is yelling I am cumming and grabs my head. I start to increase my strokes as I feel his release coming. He finally cums and cums. I have trouble keeping up with him, but I am going to. He keeps cumming and I keep licking until he is finally spent. I can feel him losing his hardness as he has become completely drained, yet I am still licking him. I am going to get every last drop of his passion. As his passion has become spent, his hardness is disappearing and I have tasted all there is to taste, I finally let him go. HE IS TOTALLY SPENT, BUT VERY HAPPY!

This was how I treated my new boyfriend after my first photo session.

Those of you who have read my first story ( Ali’s First Modeling Experience.) may have wondered what happened later ( I am relating true stories as they happen.). I admit I was very nervous going to his interview and even more nervous during my first photo session. Yet, what I learned, what I felt, and the extreme passion and pleasure I attained that first day of modeling was not going to be given up if I had a choice!

I now knew where his office was. I knew how to find him. I needed to learn more from him. I NEEDED MORE OF HIM!

I finally cornered him in his office. I knew I would have to go slow and easy as I wanted more, but knew it would not be easy. When I caught him in, I merely asked how my pictures came out. He said come back next Wednesday to see them. Well I came back and looked at these pictures. I could not believe what I saw. These could not be me, yet they were. Never have I seen photos with such detail and passion. They were sexy, they were eye catching, They were so very teasing. Then I saw the lingerie photos. I was so nervous at the time these pictures were being taken, but as I became more relaxed, the photos started showing a side of me I never imagined. I felt like a cover girl! These lingerie photos showed how truly sexy I could be, yet I never knew it myself! The later on in the session photos showed a side of me I had only dreamed of, yet they were really here. Photos that could easily be put in a magazine ( And maybe will from what I understand,). I showed passion and desire in these photos. I immediately Escort Çankaya gained confidence like I never had before. I also knew I was going to get more involved in modeling and with this mysterious photographer!

It must have been my lucky day as this photographer was in a great mood. As he showed me the photos, I started kidding with him and put him in a better mood. For some reason I said Why don’t I run your office? He said Sure, Why not. and threw me the keys. I was in total shock and disbelief! I had wanted more photo sessions, but could never have imagined being PUT IN CHARGE OF THE PHOTO SESSIONS!

That one question has changed forever my outlook on life and my entire future!

He said come to the office every morning and answer phone messages and Email RELATING TO PHOTOGRAPHY ONLY! That seemed strange, yet as I have said earlier, this was not only a photographer, but an author and SOMETHING ELSE MORE MYSTERIOUS? I was not to answer the phone, only the messages relating to photography!

I came to his office every morning and answered his Email and phone messages relating to his photography, yet the other messages were unique, mostly first name and call when ready. I was lucky to see him once a week! I told him of his messages and he said when he was ready he would call back. I asked him to get a cell phone so I could call him if there was an important message. He said “THERE ARE NO IMPORTANT MESSAGES!” As I said, he was a man of mystery and this turned me on even more!

One thing he did ask about was if I wanted another photo session and if I had a friend. I had been talking to my friend Bobbi and was trying to convince her to come. She was married and hesitant, but finally relented and we had a photo session. (Read Bobbi’s Day of Fantasy.). She really enjoyed that session and received the greatest passion and pleasure she ever had ever known THIS PHOTO SESSION ABSOLUTELY SAVED HER MARRIAGE!!

Back to the office. With each passing day, I hear these mysterious messages with names only. When this photographer does show up, he merely takes the number and calls later. I am getting more turned on by his mystery and his distance. After my first truly satisfying physical experience with him, I know I want more. He could have me in an instant, yet he does not even ask me out for dinner. I am aware that what I feel for him is probably a fantasy and he probably does not feel the same for me ( Read the ending of my first story.) I have a boyfriend whom I really care about. This photographer is different. This relationship is different. I go out with my boyfriend to parties, to movies and we do other things guys and girls our age do. With this photographer, there is mystery, there is intrigue and most of all THERE IS THE KNOWLEDGE THAT IF I GET HIM ALONE HE CAN PLEASE ME LIKE NO ONE ELSE CAN!

I am slowly gaining his confidence, but there is always this wall between us. I get the impression someone close to him hurt him deeply and now he keeps his distance from any kind of personal relationship. I may be wrong, but this also adds to my desire to be with him.

One morning he came into the office and asked if I wanted to go on a day trip with him. At last, a way to be alone with him. I jumped at the request. He said wear jeans and dress warm. He would meet me at the office at 8 am. He would not say where we were going, but that I would enjoy it.

Deep down, I was sure I would enjoy this trip as I had other plans!!

We drove for several hours and finally made a turn off the interstate. We were in another state and there was a state trooper road check. The state trooper politely asked for license and car registration. He said License, no problem. Registration, now that could be a problem! What! I was beginning to get concerned here! This guy was a mystery, yet I really did not know him. Now he tells this state trooper there is a problem with the registration! Is this a stolen car? Is he going to get arrested? What am I going to do? I do not even know where I am? All kinds of thoughts went through my head as the state trooper went back to his car to call in the license. I angrily asked him what the car registration problem was! He said he never gets his cars registered on time and he forgot to register this one. He merely changes plates and registers the cars eventually. Now this was beginning to tick me off! I said when did you buy the car? He said 3 or 4 months ago!

I am getting really afraid now. He is probably going to be arrested! What am I going to do?

What have I got myself into? As I look back, I see more and more state troopers coming. With every passing minute, I see another trooper pulling up and going to the first trooper car. They are still on the radio. By now there are a dozen troopers. What has he done? This must be serious!

Why so many troopers? There are only 2 of us and now at least a dozen troopers. Does he have drugs in the car? Does he have guns? There has to be a reason Çankaya Escort for all the troopers converging on us! My mind is racing with anxiety AND THIS PHOTOGRAPHER IS SMILING!?!

Then he says LETS HAVE SOME FUN!!

WHAT! He has a dozen state troopers behind us and HE WANTS TO PLAY GAMES!

He says for me to get out of the car and watch. He opens his door and heads to the state troopers. I decide to get out and at least see what happens. I am sure he is going to be arrested!

Then he yells to the state troopers What is this? The Gestapo! Do you always have road checks and ask to see your papers? Sounds familiar to me!

Oh no! I cant believe this! He just insinuated these polite state troopers were like the dreaded Gestapo of Nazi Germany! I now knew he was going to be arrested.

What happened next shocked me even more. Instead of arresting him, they merely stated they were not that bad yet. Only doing their job. He said he understood. They politely gave him back his license and waved goodbye! A dozen state troopers had just waved and wished him a safe trip in such a polite manner as I have never seen.

Who was this unusual photographer? He definitely was much more than the ordinary person whose flyer I had cautiously picked up only a few short months ago. This mystery turned me on even more. I had to ask.

What was with the state troopers?

My license is red flagged. Guess I have friends in high places. Comes in handy though.

That was all he said on the subject. I knew there was a lot more to this stranger than I was seeing!

Well, back to our trip. We drove another hour, then into some back woods. He stopped the car and said we walk from here. After 10 minutes, we came onto the most beautiful waterfall. It was only 20 feet high, but very breathtaking. It was around 11-12 and the sun was shining. What a romantic setting. Then he took me downstream to more waterfalls and streams. I have never seen such natural beauty, but then he is constantly showing places of great beauty on his photos, so why not show me.

As I said before I went on this trip. I KNEW WHAT I REALLY WANTED! For those of you who have read my first story relating to how I met this mysterious photographer, I knew what I wanted, but was not sure how to get it. GIRLS YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN! I was once again in this similar sitituation. I knew what I really wanted! How do I get it? Now he was my boss!

As we sat on a large rock, I went up to him and whispered in his ear I WANT YOU!

He merely smiled and I knew what I had to do, He laid back against a tree and I quickly went to his zipper. I slowly pulled down his zipper, unbuckled his pants and slid them off. He was not wearing any underwear. This did not really surprise me, AS I WASNT EITHER!

I took his cock in my hand and ever so slowly started stroking it. As I could feel him growing larger in my hands, I used the feather light stroking technique. Feather light strokes going up and some pressure coming down. He taught me this trick and I learned it well.! His theory was tease and tease until you could take it no more. I was going to tease him until he could take it no more! Slowly up I went with my hand, just barely touching his head, then down with a little pressure. He was getting bigger by the second! My teasing was definitely working. Slowly up and slowly down. Feather light strokes at his head. Bigger and bigger he was becoming as I teased him more. He just laid back and enjoyed. As I slowly applied these feather like strokes, always alternating slowly up, then slowly down, he was starting to become wet from passion. I continued this teasing and stroking spreading his wetness all over my hands and his cock. What a picture. His entire cock was glistening in the sunlight. So large, so wet and so ready! After I had him this worked up, I then started licking him. I liked him all over. Slowly up his shaft and down to his balls, yet never his head. I was saving that for later. Right now I wanted to show I could tease him as much as he did to me. After I felt I could tease him no longer this way, I went for his head. Again I slowly licked his head. I licked all around like a popsicle. I then took him in my mouth and licked him some more

Around his head, at the tip and anywhere else there was a space, I made sure I did not miss a spot. He was getting near the brink, so then I started, ever so slowly to bring him into my mouth. I went up and down on him always slow and deliberately applying a little more pressure with each stroke. I took him all the way in ( Which was not an easy thing to do.) then out to the very tip where I licked and sucked his head some more. Then I took him all the way in again.

It did not take long of doing this that he said Are you ready?

Believe me, I was ready! He soon started to cum and cum and cum. With this much teasing, a guy can build up a lot cum! I was swallowing as quickly as I could until he was totally drained. Çankaya Escort Bayan As before, I sucked and licked him totally clean until he became soft with spent passion. I knew it would be awhile before he was ready again. I also knew, he was not going to leave me hanging!

He got up and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. I did not wear a bra as it was his

rule in modeling- no bra. I was not sure what today would bring, but came prepared for anything, meaning NO BRA.

Oh did I ever need him after what I did to him. I was still coming down from the excitement of pleasing him and with the state troopers. As he slowly and teasingly removed my blouse, I was burning with passion. He could see my breasts were anxiously waiting for him. He took one nipple and slowly sucked on it. It was standing straight out waiting and calling for him. He licked and nibbled and sucked and teased until I could not stand it anymore. Then he went to the other one and did the same. He knew how to tease and tease. I learned that from my first photo session. Here he was teasing me again like he did before. With all this teasing I was getting extremely turned on and yes, very very wet between my legs.

He then had me lay down against this tree where he slowly unbuckled my pants. I was in a hurry and he was going slow. I have never had a guy take so long to get what I knew he most wanted. I did know this was part of his TEASING TECHNIQUE!

As he slowly peeled off my jeans, he could see I did not wear any panties. Again, when I modeled the lingerie

rule was NO PANTIES! I again figured I would be ready for anything.

He could see I was soaking wet from passion, but he still took his fingers up and down my cunt. He ever so slowly rubbed his fingers up and down my cunt, occasionally putting a finger inside me and teasing me more. Then he started to rub my clit. With all the pent up passion I had, I had a tremendous orgasm right on his hand. Only with him have I climaxed with this intensity. After I started to relax, he started to lick my cunt. I was just coming down from a peak and here he was starting me over again. He was tasting my sweetness.. He knew how to tease and please. With his licking, I was getting excited again. He knew, like no other guy I have known, where to please. Believe me- HE KNEW! Within 5 minutes, I was climaxing again like I had before. My juices were flowing and he was licking them up with passion.

As I was coming down for the second, or was it the third or fourth time my mind forgets with all this pleasure, I heard some voices coming. OH NO, NOT NOW! I NEEDED MORE!

We quickly grabbed our clothes and went into the bushes.

It was a young couple, probably senior high school kids.

They stopped right where we had been only a few short minutes ago. Why here? Why now?

I was not done. I was exhausted, but I still wanted more! I NEEDED MORE!

I could quickly see what they had on their minds. It was not that long ago I was just like them.

He started kissing her and she him. This started to become exciting on it’s own. Maybe I would not mind them here after all.

He started to kiss his way down to her neck and further. His hands slowly went for her buttons on her blouse. He was to anxious. She was passively agreeing with his mood. As he fumbled with her buttons, her blouse finally came off. Then he tried to unbuckle her bra. Oh the bra routine. How many times I have been there. The guy wants you and can not get the hooks apart. You want him, but are not going to help the sitituation. All us girls know the feeling well. I am sure all you guys have been just as frustrated by those nasty bra hooks. REASON WHY I DID NOT WEAR ONE TODAY!

Finally he got the straps off and her breasts came into view. She was young,but had very firm breasts and deeply tanned, probably from tanning booth. He was too anxious. He was definitely inexperienced, but she was going along with him, for him. I could see she was getting some pleasure, but not really being satisfied. After a very brief encounter with her breasts, he started to unbuckle her jeans. She then laid down exactly where I was only a few short minutes before and let him pull off her jeans. Then her panties. He was fumbling, he was inexperienced, but he was persistent.

Now remember, we had just jumped into the bushes out of site. I still had my clothes in my hand. Then this photographer said, Put the clothes on the ground and get on your knees. I was very turned on by my previous encounter and now these kids were unknowingly putting on a show for us. I did not realize how turned on I was getting. This photographer knew!

I put my clothes on the ground to protect my hands and knees and got on all fours. The position I was in, I could still see the kids. I did not know if she could see me as I could see her. Her friend had his back to us and was beyond caring anyway. As I watch this kid trying to please his girl friend, I felt something from behind. It was large, very wet and warm.

He was going to fuck me in front of these kids! This was getting exciting. He was going to fuck me while I was watching two high school kids trying to satisfy themselves. I knew I had to be quiet so they would not know we were watching.

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” ‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring……

As you can probably tell, not a whole lot was going on!

So yeah, it’s not exactly the Little House on the Prairie but our home sitting squarely on the Nebraskan high plains in a small mid-western township, is if nothing – congenial living. OK, so it was constructed in 1926. Interesting year that. Calvin Coolidge was in the White House, Eddie Cantor was running hot with “Bye Bye Blackbird,” A.A. Milne had just published Winnie-the-Pooh,” while the average US home would set you back around $6,800 and you could pick up a used Chrysler roadster for seventy-five bucks. Fidel Castro and Chuck Berry were born that year too – just in case you have an interest in such trivia.

But to get back to what I was saying – it really was Christmas Eve. Now, for those readers who have kept a handle on things, you will be aware that I recently re-married a very young American girl and that accordingly, I shifted base from Australia to the tumbleweed-strewn heart of America. Geographically we are as close to the center of Northern USA as makes no difference.

Old enough to be Katie’s grandfather, I suppose we are the ultimate odd-couple. Lest anyone point the finger in my direction however, allow me to make a few observations. I love my PSG dearly (little in-house joke there for the few of you able to make the connection). Together, we view our life on a remarkably even keel. A life I may add that is not governed by social dictate or a need to have been born in “acceptably close” time-frames. She keeps me young, I chip-in with the recalled images and experiences of having lived through the fifties, sixties, seventies and eighties…earlier, if the truth be known – though not quite, as a few have cruelly suggested, back to the days of Caesar Augustus.

Now I realize that most of you have come here to read a sex story and indeed sex is a shared activity perpetuated even in this somewhat high-altitude household. What else would you logically expect? Married to a very attractive young girl many years my junior, neither “Farmville” or “Twitter” were ever likely to satisfy the libido. All of which brings us back to Christmas Eve 2009.

“I’ve had a fantasy,” she giggled, hunched-up against the pillows that night – presumably having stacked up all my presents under the tree – I hadn’t checked yet.

“Yeah?” I replied, “You want to see me wash-up, dressed like Lady Gaga?”

“Interesting thought,” she said, “But no, I, er…..I want you to tie me up!

I looked at her for a moment. She didn’t appear to be under the influence of any illegal substance. This was a new route entirely she was contemplating.

“C’mon,” I muttered, “I left my rope on the horse out back and it’s freezing tonight.”

“I’m serious,” she giggled afresh then, reaching down beneath her side of the bed, withdrew

two Escort Kızılay scarves of indeterminate length, dropping them delicately on the coverlet in front of me.

I began to panic. “What the Hell?” I was thinking, “I’ve married a street whore.” The concept gained appeal even as I pondered it.

“So…you want I should tie you up.” I countered. Where? To the bed? To the cat?

She indicated the bed-head behind her.

“Guess we’d better get you looking the part then,” I sniggered, tugging her nightdress up over her knees until those sexy little green panties of her were clearly visible. She looked shocked but made no attempt to address the situation either by tugging the silky material back down or by closing up her legs totally. After all if one is wishing to be tied up and brutally raped, there isn’t much point is there?

Having the foresight to dislodge first the shoulders of her nightdress that added a much needed wanton, if not abused look to her predicament, especially given the girl’s fully bra-less condition, I aligned her right arm with the bed-head and using one of the scarves, tied the wrist

securely to the protruding wooden carving.

Standing back to look at my handiwork, I had to admit to a certain racy thrill inherent in the situation. She looked so damned vulnerable! ‘Twas the work of a few seconds to truss up her left arm in a similar fashion. Andromeda herself could have looked no more helpless, shackled to that rock-face, awaiting the Kraken’s unwelcome attentions.

Now Katie’s breasts are not what the drooling pervert might call voluminous but rather, sedate, well-rounded attributes that any girl would be proud to possess. Presented thus however,

forcibly more pronounced by virtue of her restraints and having in mind also their un-encased reality, courtesy of the sheer material with which female night-attire is manufactured, the reader can visualize I am sure, her simmering aspect.

Gently caressing her breasts beneath their rayon protector, one could scarcely fail to notice both nipples’ erect condition. Katie’s eyes were wide open, her breath coming in short snatches. She looked down semi-shocked as I continued to manipulate her freely. This had definitely been a good idea I was thinking.

Not that my wife is a slavish devotee of the “Twilight” ethos as such, she simply has more it seems, than a passing interest in vampirism. To put it in layman’s terms, she has a thing about having her neck meaningfully fanged. Leaning across therefore, I pushed her head to one side and gently clamped my teeth upon the area below her right ear – at the exact spot where neck and shoulder are conjoined.

I can’t say that she moaned as such but certainly I had injected sufficient kink-factor to procure a reaction. Her respiration noticeably increased and the smile was pure Lucy Van Helsing.

Kneeling beside Katie now, I allowed Kızılay Escort my left hand to infiltrate the upper part of her nightdress, making the gentle descent inside, where-in either a right or left deviation from her cleavage handed the intruder an array of illicit curves and possibilities. I heard a gasp but whether it was Katie’s or my own, I couldn’t rightly nominate. My right hand that for a few moments earlier had rested on her exposed knee, I now slipped between her legs, making deliberately slow progress along the inside of her thigh. The gasp this time was definitely hers. There is something so damned sexy about inching your way north to a woman’s panties that when they happen to belong to the girl you married, the arousal factor accelerates significantly.

I’m sure that studying a new species of ant within the crater of an active volcano would be marginally warm. Our interaction on that bed that night exhibited a similar thermal output. At the point I reached her knickers (a small concession there for our European readers), Katie began squirming most realistically. She commenced shaking her head in true abused-heroine fashion while her legs thrashed about as if to deter the inbound predator. One can only imagine the disappointment on site, had she been successful. Little sounds were now emanating from her mouth which of course no practiced rapist could tolerate. Thus seizing a hold of the elastic waistband, I tugged her panties down her legs and pulling them clear of her feet, gagged her swiftly with the skimpy material. This time she did look horrified. I figured it was just as well I had never shown her my International rap-sheet.

Resuming my task I began to gently massage her outer vaginal area, my fingers circling ever nearer that central ingress that despite her wriggling about, acted involuntarily as a white-hot homing beacon. Descending further, I slipped a finger between her labia and discovered a world of lubricated delights. Her eyes closed momentarily and I commenced on a program of clitoral stimulation that was only ever going to have the one conclusion…..not that long in coming either – as it were.

I kissed her lovingly on the cheek, realizing concurrently that a finger alone was never likely to adequately seal the evening’s festivities. Removing the gag, I positioned myself between her legs and withdrew that which was far better equipped to play Romeo to Katie’s gaping yet defenseless Juliet. Her eyes glazed slightly as I entered her. I couldn’t tell whether she was role-playing the abused girl of her fantasies or simply lost in her raptures. I was partly in that same Twilight Zone myself. During this formative stage of the union, I continued to ply my digital trade so far as her breasts were concerned. The kissing was a shared romantic plus it should be mentioned.

If you have never had the opportunity of full-on intercourse with a helplessly restrained Kızılay Escort Bayan young female, then your life is that much the poorer for it. Maybe it’s a throw-back to the Neanderthal era, perhaps some residual if not inherited memory of our ancestors, when our Great Great Great Great etc, Grandmother was dragged by the hair to the nearest cave and given the once over by Grandpa. Who knows? Maybe he was dragged there after Mehetabel came on heat unexpectedly.

I digress once more. Taking the liberty now of exposing her breasts whilst I continued thrusting (at first) gently into her, the entire aspect of our love-making took on a wholly surreal aura. The undeniably submissive nature that is presented by such forced restraint is visually multiplied by the girl’s topless plight and by reason of her widespread legs, an inability to avoid her sexual fate.

Small beads of sweat formed just below her hairline as our coupling took on a rather more committed path. Between kissing her and nuzzling those wonderful young breasts I was reminded of just how little a man really loses over the years when it comes to the core matrix of life locked-up in those wonderfully enduring strands of DNA. This is not to say that he is the CEO of any sexual encounter – far from it. The fact is, his contribution in both materials and work-done is minimal if the truth be known. In our case that night however, I can tell you without a word of a lie, what came to pass in that room was nothing less than a shared ecstasy.

As I passed to her safekeeping my procreative front line, she pulled her face away from me slightly and smiled rather prettily.

“You love me don’t you?” It came across as half statement, half question.

“Now don’t start jumping to conclusions wench,” I muttered, trying to slip one hand down her cleavage again as I uttered the words.

“Be serious,” she said. “You do love me right??”

I saw immediately the foolishness of my behavior and held her to me.

“With all my heart sweetheart,” I assured her. “You know me….if I see an opportunity to be

flippant, I kinda slip…badly… Forgive me.”

It was the way she forgave me that I recall so well. With a noticeable wriggle of those California-designed hips, she thrust her shoulders forward thus accentuating her partial nudity, then, spreading her legs to what any onlooker would describe as an “illegal” angle, smiled invitingly. I could see her wrists straining against the tightness of her restraints.

This time it was rape. Later, as I collapsed on my side of the bed, I wondered whether I should in fact have her charged. I guess she was lucky it was just too cold a night to amble down to the Court House and make a statement. Besides, we know the Sheriff well, ain’t hardly likely he’d believe a word of it.

“But Officer…..she made me tie her up!”

Just one further thing to add.

Not three weeks later, she summoned me to the bedroom early one evening, where I found her propped up in bed, eyes semi glazed and looking for all the world like someone had stolen her stuffed alligator.

I looked at her vacantly.

“It turned blue” was all she said!

© Peter_Pan 2010

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Stepping off the plane, I am filled with anticipation. The hour long flight seemed never-ending, as I pondered the moment my hands will tighten on your shoulders as you sink deep inside me.

I sling the strap of my cabin bag over my shoulder, and stride towards the gate. You are waiting in the lounge, leaning casually against a pillar. Straightening as our eyes meet, you step forward to take my bag, and my hand. No words are spoken between us as you lead me briskly towards your car.

With my bag safely stowed on the back seat, you open the passenger door for me. Leaning against the car, I face you. My lips part as you lean in. But you don’t kiss me, instead pressing your mouth to my ear. “I can smell you,” you whisper.

The car park is far from empty, but I don’t care. Taking your right hand, I guide it beneath the hem of my skirt. Your fingers brush aside my skimpy underwear, and meet the pooling moisture that has gathered as I thought of you.

Your breath is increasingly shallow in my ear. Pressing me against the car, two fingers push deeper.

“Taste me”, I urge. Groaning as you remove your fingers, I smile as you lift them to your mouth. As you suck fingers coated with my juice into your mouth, I am struck by how much I want to taste your cock in the same manner. All in good time.

“Let’s go”, I say. I slip into the passenger seat and you edge around the vehicle to take your place in the driver’s seat. I lean over, and brush my lips against yours, the tip of my tongue sweeping against your bottom lip. I can taste myself. Escort Eryaman

As you manoeuvre the car out of the airport complex, my hands drop to my thighs, pushing my skirt out of the way. Spreading my knees slightly apart, my hands skim inner thighs, moving higher. Lifting my hips from the seat, I slip out of my knickers, letting it fall to the floor.

I turn my head to you, see you watching me. I suggest that you keep your eyes on the road.

You continue driving towards your home, and my legs are spread as far apart as possible in the cramped space. The middle finger of my left hand gently circles my swollen and tender clit. My eyes drift shut, and I slip slightly in the seat.

My right hand cups my breast, teasing a hard nipple through the layers of my cotton shirt and sheer lace bra. As I squeeze firmly, my fingers slide down, and into my well lubricated cunt.

Two fingers, three. Gliding my fingers deeper, and then pulling out, I imagine it is your cock that my inner muscles are clenching. From your groan, I gather you are thinking similar thoughts.

Your engorged cock is straining against your zipper, taunting me. Removing my hand from between my thighs, licking fingers clean, I focus on you.

I lean over as far as the seat belt will allow, and place my hand over your erection, feeling its heat through the fabric of your pants. I look up, see that you are valiantly trying to keep your eye on the road, and smile.

Sliding down the zipper of your pants, I reach inside, cupping you in my palm. Eryaman Escort You shift slightly in your seat, legs spreading further to allow me greater access to your cock, which I release from the confines of your underwear. My fingers surround your cock, which continues to swell and harden.

I lift my eyes to your face, and glide my fingers down to cup your balls, gently massaging.

Finally we have reached your home, and now parked in your garage; you reach over to release my seat belt. Your hands clasp my head, and I move closer so that I might taste your hardness.

As I continue to massage your balls, I run my tongue from base to tip. I savour the taste of your pre-come, and the knowledge that you want me. I lower my mouth, taking you inside.

Your hands tangle in my hair, urging me to take more of you, and I do. My hands, lips, and tongue drive you closer to orgasm, and your hips lift towards me. I swallow deeply as you find your release.

But I’m not about to let you rest. Raising my mouth to yours, my voice hoarse, I tell you how much I need to feel you thrusting hard and deep within me, how much I need to feel you filling me as I come.

Our tongues tangle and we kiss deeply, tasting each other. I pull back and open my door. You do the same, and soon you are leading me through into the lounge.

You sit down on the leather sofa, watching as I bend to remove my high heels. You pull me down on top of you. I am straddling your thighs; my skirt rucked high around my waist. My still covered breasts Eryaman Escort Bayan against are your chest, my hands resting on your shoulders.

My shirt is soon removed, and my bra quickly follows. Your hands cup my full breasts, teasing the hardened nipples as I hold your head close. Tongue and teeth send shivers of pleasure through me, and I can feel your cock stirring against me. I groan as you lift me, placing me on the sofa beside you.

You stand, and deftly remove your clothes, and then once again take your seat. Still clad in my skirt, I climb over you. I know you must feel how wet I am against your flesh.

You take my mouth almost violently, and the fingers of your right hand move from my hip, down over my mound, to find my clit. I rise and fall against your fingers, feeling pleasure continue to grow, stronger and stronger.

I moan my disappointment as you take your hand away, but this is momentary, as your hands settle on my hips. My hands tighten on your shoulders as you lift me over your renewed erection.

I am so aroused that you enter me deeply with the first thrust, filling me completely. Rising and falling above you, faster and harder as you rub your fingers against my clit, I am soon coming, my muscles clenching around your cock, and I call your name.

Sinking against you, catching my breath, I am aware that you are still hard within me. Having already come so recently, you still have a little left to give.

As our eyes meet, and we both smile, I resolve to indulge myself in every way in the short time we have. Moving very gently over and around you, I tell you how much I want to feel your cock slipping deep into my ass.

You eagerly nod your approval, and I lift myself off you. I slip out of my skirt as you rise, and you take my hand and lead me towards the bedroom…

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We’re spending the night in together at my place, unsurprisingly cuddled up together in bed, naked.

Your hands are lazily trailing up and down my thighs, and every so often you move closer to kiss me, slowly, seductively; the combination of which is leaving me turned on and poised for your next move. You ask me what I fantasise about when I’m alone, and I tell you that nowadays I don’t need to imagine – you’ve given me more than enough incredible orgasms to replay in my head over and over to stimulate me. You tell me to show you, taking my hand that had been resting on your increasingly hard penis and placing it purposefully between my legs.

I look at you as I start to move my fingers, circling my clit, enjoying the familiar feelings that start to radiate throughout my body. Your hands are still trailing up and down my legs, but are now focusing on the more sensitive skin on my inner thighs, moving further up, occasionally brushing my pussy lips. You kiss me again, knowing you make my heart race, my breathing quicken and somehow make my whole body so much more sensitive when you do. I moan quietly into your mouth, my eyes closing as your hands start to roam my upper body, stopping to pinch my nipples or squeeze my boobs briefly, always enough to leave me wanting more.

You tell me you want to see how I use my toy on myself when I’m thinking of you, and without removing my right hand from my clit, I reach into my bedside drawer for my vibrator. I warn you that it leaves me almost painfully sensitive after, and you pointedly repeat that you want to see.

I switch it on, and move it to my now incredibly wet opening. Escort Sincan I jump slightly, the sensation always seeming to come as a pleasant surprise, and focus the tip just below my clit, angling it upwards to send vibrations all the way through me.

Your hands are now back between my legs, but are now exploring far lower down, caressing my bum cheeks and occasionally squeezing. You keep kissing me, almost distracting me from the fact that your hands have now focussed in on the area below my pussy, teasing me, adding unfamiliar but hugely stimulating sensations.

I start to move the vibrator up and down over my clit, trying to manage the pleasure that is building inside of me, making my pussy pulse inside, needing your penis to fill me. I start to moan, moving my hips, subconsciously simulating the movement I’d make if you were on top of me, trying to get closer to the prize.

Your fingers are still circling my arsehole, and it turns me on so much. You move your fingers upwards to get them wet, before returning to my hole, gently pushing – I instinctively move away, despite how good it feels. I feel your breath on my ear as you tell me to relax, using your other hand to firmly keep me in place as you return your finger, probing ever further. You tell me I’m your good girl as I do as I’m told, allowing you access, and as I turn my head to face you, you can tell that while I’m enjoying everything you do to me, there’s still a spark of fear.

With your hand holding me in place I can no longer move my hips, and the vibrations feel so much more intense. I tell you I’m close, and your finger becomes Sincan Escort more insistent, every time you feel me trying to move my hips, you push a little harder. I can feel the orgasm building and start to moan your name, over and over, my eyes squeezing shut as I race closer and closer. I can feel your finger moving inside me now, and the forbidden pleasure sends me over the edge. I cum hard, feeling your thumb on the entrance to my pussy, the vibrations still covering my clit and your finger where it shouldn’t be, and the orgasm won’t stop. My hips shoot upwards over and over again, waves of pleasure crashing through my body, my pussy tightening and throbbing. As I finish, panting, light headed, my muscles all spent, I turn my head back towards you, and with a smile you kiss me.

You tell me you love my sex shows, and that it made you very hard watching me. You start to move down the bed, and I start to protest, telling you I’m too sensitive yet, but you carry on, pushing my legs open and holding them there. My hips jerk upwards the moment the tip of your tongue touches me, and I don’t think I can take it. You run your tongue around my clit, staying away from the most sensitive part, and I can’t help but moan in a mix of pleasure, discomfort and nervousness of what’s to come. Despite being so sensitive, your tongue starts to make me tingle, exactly as you knew you would.

As I start to relax slightly, you abruptly straighten up, running your hands swiftly up my body to grab my wrists, pinning them above my head to stop me pushing you off me. In what feels like seconds, you slam your huge, hard cock inside Sincan Escort Bayan me, and I cry out- I never get used to how big you are. I feel every single inch of you as you slide back out, before slowly pushing back in to me, burying yourself as deep as you can. My eyes are wide as I look up at you- it hurts to be stretched and pounded like this, and every time you thrust into me you rub my still very sensitive clit. My hips are still rising to meet you though, because your penis is perfectly sized, perfectly positioned to rub against my g spot, and the pleasure is almost unbearable. You carry on like this until soon I’ve forgotten the pain. I watch the expressions in your face change as I tighten around you, getting a rush of pleasure myself as I watch you enjoying yourself.

When you stop, staying completely still, I can feel your cock throbbing inside me, and against my g spot it feels amazing. You free my wrists and bring your hand down to my throat, and as I look into your eyes I know you’re still in complete control. Now I have my hands back, I start to run my nails down your chest with one hand as you start to move inside me again, and use my other hand to mirror the pressure on my throat with pressure on your balls. As you relax your hand, so do I, but as you start to get carried away as you get closer to reaching your own orgasm, you press harder and I match this as I squeeze your balls, occasionally letting go to let them slap against my still tender arsehole. You start to moan, saying my name as you get closer and closer to cumming deep inside me, and as you fuck me faster, the feeling around my g spot forces me closer to my own orgasm too. I start to tense underneath you, and you let go of my throat, oxygen flooding my brain as you kiss me, your tongue against mine as we both climax, holding each other tightly for what seems like forever, riding the peaks of the best orgasm so far.

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I am in the house doing laundry when you come in from working outside smelling of your sweat (I love that smell). You come up behind me to give me a hug, kiss the back of my neck and slide your hands inside the waistband of my jeans and press the palm of your hand against my pussy.

I lean back against you enjoying in the feel of your hands and lips on my body, allowing you better access to my neck as I tilt my head to one side. You slide your tongue along the length of my neck as you move your hands along my stomach and up to cup my breasts in your hands, pinching and teasing my nipples. I reach back and run my hands up and down along your sides, sighing in contentment, as I feel your arms tighten around me.

I turn my face around to you for a kiss, my tongue searching for yours. You turn me around as we kiss and press my body against yours. You ask if I would like to go up to the bedroom, I respond by taking your hand and leading the way upstairs.

Once upstairs you stop me and pull me close for a kiss as you start to unbutton my shirt. As you undo each button you lick the spot that is exposed. After all the buttons are open, Escort Keçiören you grab each side of my shirt and hold it open and drink in the sight of me with your eyes. Ever so slowly you reach your hands out to my shoulders and push my shirt off to the floor.

You pull me close and kiss my mouth, my nose, my eyes and finally my forehead as you reach behind me to unclasp my bra. You lean back and pull the bra down the length of my arms and drop it next to the shirt. I close my eyes enjoying the feeling of your hands and your mouth as they find my breasts. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm so good. As you tongue licks and teases my nipples, your hands make their way down to the waistband of my jeans and undo the button and unzip the zipper.

You squat down so you are eye level with my zipper, you take a deep breath through your nose smelling how hot I am for you already. Your hands slip inside my jeans and around to my ass as you slide my jeans to the floor. I place my hands on your shoulders as you take each of my feet one at a time into your hands to help me step out of my clothes and rid me of my socks.

Once that is done you lay Keçiören Escort Bayan me back on the bed and run your hands along my legs and up to my pussy which you spend a few minutes rubbing and licking through my panties, driving me wild with desire to feel you inside me. You chuckle as you like to see me squirm with this desire. You stand back from the bed and remove your clothing as I watch with fire in my eyes.

This looks drives you wild as you come back to the bed and kiss me hot and hard, pulling my panties off. You sit on the edge of the bed and reach over and start to finger my pussy, spreading my lips for your tongue. You lean over and run your tongue up and down and all over my lips and you tease my clit with your hot tongue. I grab the back of your head and grind my pussy in your face, smearing my juices all over your face. You pull back long enough to slide a finger inside of my pussy and then continue licking and sucking and just plain driving me wild. Finally I cum in a gush all over your hand and face.

You bring your hand up to my lips and run your fingers across them and slipping your fingers Keçiören Escort in my mouth so I can taste myself on them. Then you kiss me and take away the last traces of my juices from my lips. You move your body over mine using the head of your cock to tease my pussy, making me wild with desire. I am bucking against you wanting your cock inside of me, finally you give me my hearts’ desire and enter me in one smooth thrust, mmmmmmmmm yes, yes that’s good! Deeper, stuff me full with your cock.

Feel my pussy grip your cock as you move inside of me faster and harder. Feel my pussy get tighter as I start to anticipate my orgasm, feeling it build, wanting to cum for you. Feel my pussy pulsate around your cock as my juices flow all over your cock, making me wetter and hotter for you. You stop yourself before you cum, turn me over onto my knees.

You take me from behind pounding my pussy deep and fast and hard. Yes fuck me baby make me feel that cock deep. Fuck me faster and harder, fuck me deep until you explode and empty your load in my pussy, let my pussy empty you of every last drop. You reach forward and rub my back as you begin to calm down, letting yourself enjoy the sensation of my now relaxed pussy wrapped around your cock.

We lay down on the bed to cuddle. Gently fondling each other simply because we aren’t ready to let all the sensations stop, wanting the afternoon delight to last just a little while longer.

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Authors Notes:

Many thanks again to SweetTits for her excellent editing.

Thank you for reading this story. I hope my writing style is developing nicely but if you have any comments or feedback please send them through as I would love to hear from you.

TB

It had been a great gig. The house was packed, my band had played well and the audience had been fantastic. We had worked hard and I was dripping with sweat after loading the gear I headed to the transport to get a clean shirt.

I peeled off my old shirt and threw it in my bag and was reaching for my new one when I heard a female voice say,

“Are you Frank?”

I grabbed my clean shirt and stepped back to see who was asking for me.

There in front of me was an attractive woman that had been dancing up a storm in front of me for most of the second half.

I offered her my hand and asked

“Guilty as charged. What can I do for you Miss?” phrasing the question so as to get her name.

Her smile disappeared as quick as a flash and no hand was offered to take mine.

“Mrs. Jane Armstrong.” Was her curt reply. Her smile disappeared.

I guessed she didn’t like being a Miss but any conversation can be a booking so I try to keep people happy

“Well that found who you are but not what I can do for you Mrs. Jane” I smiled as I said it to lighten the moment.

Her manner did not change. She almost spat her reply at me.

“What gives you the right to make assumptions about my lifestyle and marital choices?”

“Hey, sorry if I offended you. I didn’t mean anything by it”

Suddenly her face cracked into a smile.

“I so got you. Rob said to say I was married”

Rob was our guitarist and tended to try to get me into trouble as often as he could. Suddenly I heard him laughing from the stage. Chalk another one up to that prick.

“Ok, let’s start that again. Hi Jane, I’m Frankie”

“Hi Frankie. Do you work out?”

“Occasionally. Why? Where is this going?”

“Nice chest.” Jane replied

Yeah, I’d forgotten to put my shirt on. Real smooth!

“Sorry about that. It was a good gig tonight and I had to change my shirt. You caught me mid change” I replied as I pulled my clean shirt on

“No problems. I was enjoying the view. I’m sure you’d get more women at your shows if you wore less.” Her smile grew wider as she started to laugh.

I smiled back. She had a smile that could light a room up

“Anyway Jane. Can I get you a drink? I’m pretty dehydrated after the gig and it’s the least I can do to make up for stinking of sweat.”

“You don’t smell that bad and you have earned it tonight so can we can go inside for a chat as well?”

We headed back into the bar, got a drink and found a quite corner to sit in. Jane was a real live wire and she liked the band so it was all good. We sat and chatted for a while about the usual gig talk, dancing, music, how long the band had been playing etc. Then a strange thing happened. It seemed Jane and I had gone to school together. All the gig posters had my ‘stage name’ on which hid my real surname but as soon as she found out what it was we took a real trip down memory lane.

It seemed Jane was home from college for a break and had traveled over from home to where we were playing. She had come over with a friend but she couldn’t spot where she was.

“Its 40 odd miles home. Do you want a lift?” I offered. “There is plenty of space in the minivan to crash and it’s only me heading that way as the guys all live north of here. If your friend turns up you can both ride back. Save you a cab fare”

“I’m not sure – I should really find my friend first.” Jane replied.

“No worries. You said you were back for another week. Do you fancy going for a drink before you go back to college?”

“Yeah Escort Etlik – I’d like that. Thanks Frankie”

I gave her my number and she texted me her details back.

She stood up to head out looking for her friend so I took her hand and walked her to where my minivan was parked. We turned face to face.

“I’m looking forward to that drink.” Jane said.

“Me to.”

I lent in and gently kissed her lips. She responded by opening her mouth slightly and we kissed properly.

“Now I’m really looking forward to that drink” I said. “Speak to you soon.”

I broke off and headed for the van door as Jane’s phone bleeped. She fished it out of her bag and read the message.

“The bitch!.” Jane spat.

“Hey – you ok?” I asked.

“Yeah.” She replied. “That ‘friend’ of mine is already home. She got a lift with George her ex-boyfriend.”

Jane looked up and swore. “Shit. I hate to ask Frankie but about that lift..”

“No problems. Glad to help out. Climb in.”

Jane smiled that dazzling smile of hers, ran to the passenger side and swung herself in the door and onto the seat alongside me. She lent over and kissed my cheek

“A kiss for my knight in a shining Chrysler!” she joked.

I started the engine and we headed out onto the freeway. We were cruising along and chatting. I’m not sure how it started but suddenly we were talking about relationships.

“I just seem to pick guys who treat me like crap, pinch all my money and then screw my best friend” Jane said as she stared with slightly glazed eyes into the distance.

Clearly something was still troubling her a bit.

“Oh well then that has finished us before we got started. There is no way I could treat you like that.” I replied.

I gave her a sideways look and saw her smile returning

“After all I haven’t met your best friend. She might be a pig…”

She laughed and playfully punched my arm.

There was a good gap between the seats but she lent over against my shoulder.

“Thanks.” She said. “I needed a laugh.”

“No, what you need is a good fuck to take your mind off things.”

“Frankie! I hardly know you.” She exclaimed.

Her voice lowered a bit and with a husky playful edge she asked “But if you could what would you do with me?”

“Do you want all the details?” I replied.

“Mmm sounds interesting”

“Ok, where to start.” I started to tell the story to her.

“I’d take you back to your place so you feel safe and comfortable, we would turn the lights down low and put on some slow sexy music. Then I’d hold you in my arms and kiss you gently to start with, lowering you onto your coach. I’d gently stroke your face whilst kissing you before moving on to your ears. I’d start kissing your ears as my fingers gently caress the warm skin on your neck and shoulders.”

“I’d ask if you had any massage oil before removing your top and turning you around to sit in between my legs. I’d just push your bra straps down onto your upper arms and let you sink back into my chest as I rub the deeply scented oil into your neck and shoulders for a while.” “Of course I’d have to remove your bra before long so as not to get any off the oil onto it of course”

I took a slow glance over toward her in the passenger seat. She had her eyes closed and was either asleep or imaging what I’d do. Her lips parted

“Go on”. She said with a slight tremor to her voice.

“I’d lean you forward slightly and trace your spine down, massaging outwards as I went, letting my hands wander around to the side of your breasts. I look down at your body and your nipples are small and hard. Standing erect despite the warmth in the room. You are clearly enjoying this massage too as I move my hands round to just run my fingers across your nipples. Taking my time. Etlik Escort Taking as long as I can to draw my hands across them, to stimulate them as much as possible. I lean forward and kiss the back of your neck and around towards your ears. You turn your head as much as you can and our mouths meet in a deep passionate kiss”

“I’d lean away and continue to trace one hand down to your lower back whilst gently stroking your nipples and breasts. By now your breathing is getting quite deep as your passion starts to rise”

I paused for a moment and looked over to see Jane just gently playing with her nipples. Her actions were starting to copy my words as her hands became my hands roaming over her body.

“I’d trace your wonderful cleavage down towards your stomach with my left hand whilst my right circles down around your lower back, just occasionally dipping under the waist line of your skirt”

“Mean while your knees have parted and your hands are on the tops of your thighs. I reach down and lift them onto your waist replacing them with my own. I start to stroke your things in circles before gently making my way up towards your short skirt. Here I find my first surprise. As I lift your skirt slightly I find a stocking top and some bare skin beyond it. I widen my hands so my thumbs just gently press into the soft skin above them whilst my fingers continue to caress below”

“You shift your self back into my crotch to give me better access and in doing so press your arse into the outline of my hard cock in my trousers. You turn your head again and your lips meet mine, our tongues searching for each other and finding what we wanted.”

Jane’s breathing was starting to quicken and I could just see her face becoming flushed with warmth even in the dark of the cab.

“As you push yourself against me I’d put my hands onto yours and pull you towards me – holding you tight as we kiss. Once more though my hands would go roaming, pulling your skirt up higher letting it bunch around your middle, revealing to me your stockings and your silky black French knickers. I’d circle my hands back down onto your inner thighs, gently parting them, letting my thumbs drop lower towards your mound but pulling your knickers tight over your pussy before moving my hands back up, keeping my touch just away from your pussy, delicately teasing you, letting you anticipate what is to come before again circling them down and repeating this, getting closer and closer to your wet pussy each time I do it. I can look down over your shoulder and see how turned on you are as your knickers are now soaked where they have been pulled tight over your lips.”

As I looked over to Jane she has pulled her skirt up and one hand was moving underneath it as she stroked her pussy. She was breathing much quicker and I could clearly see how turned on she was.

“Shall I pull over somewhere quiet and do that for you?” I asked. “I’m sure your pussy would love to meet a new set of fingers”

“Stop the dam car and get over her. But please don’t stop talking.” She asked.

I spotted our off ramp ahead and pointed the car at it. As we turned off the freeway I scanned the road ahead for anywhere to pull in. There looked like a narrow lane so I quickly turned into it and cut the engine.

“Let’s get into the back and make ourselves comfortable” Jane suggested.

I went back and sat on the bench seat, Jane came back and kissed me, her hands pushing me back”

“No.” I said. “With your back towards me like in the story”

Jane turned round and sat back into me

“Now where was I?” I asked

“You were plunging your fingers into me and bringing me to a shuddering climax” Jane said

“No, I’m sure I was still teasing you.”

I dropped my hands onto her thighs; her hands were on her mound with Etlik Escort Bayan her fingers trailing down across her pussy.

I took hold of them and lifted them up onto her breasts.

“You will be coming soon enough.” I said. “I’m going to take my time and when you’re ready you will come and come and come. Tonight you’ll be treated properly to make up for anyone that has used you for their pleasure. Tonight is your night”

She let out a moan as I kissed her deeply. I let one hand return to circle on her inner thigh and the other headed up to her breasts.

“Back to the story then”

“Your pussy is wet, I move your knickers to one side. I find your neat trimmed mound as I part my fingers and slide them down along your inner thighs towards your arse. Gently pushing them together to push your pussy lips together, as I draw them back up I let my fingers just touch your lips and your body shudders with the unexpected but welcomed contact. As my fingers head down again they travel this time between your lips pausing at you wet opening just gently circling and probing, feeling just how wet you are. I leave one hand there and draw the other up to find your clit. I very gently expose your clit to the warm air and to the very tip of my finger”

Jane shuddered in my arms. She was getting very, very aroused so I let my fingers slide towards her soaking wet pussy lips as I started to mimic my story.

“I just gently stoke your clit with my finger”

Jane bucked under me and moaned deeply

“I push a finger inside you, exploring the warmth it finds”

Jane’s hands dropped to mine and pushed my fingers deep inside her as I kissed the back of her neck.

Her tremors started in earnest and her breathing sped up. I could see her body start to flush as her heart beat faster and faster as her breaths came in gulps.

“My fingers find your clit and gently so gently start to stroke in time with your beating heart whilst my other hand reaches down towards your arse. I slowly slide my thumb into your pussy whilst my fingers extend down. You tremble as a finger slides in you. A thumb and a finger. Each in different holes.”

Jane bucked as though an electric shock had hit her as my finger slid into her arse. She gasped out but it was with pleasure not pain.

“Jane. Rub your nipples” I asked.

Her hands came back up to her breasts and she started to stroke them through her top.

” I move my fingers in and out of you as my other hand delicately flicks your erect clit. I place the tip of my finger on your clit and start to move in small circles, slowly starting to speed up, taking you closer and closer towards orgasm. You get hotter and hotter, your breathing gets faster and faster as your senses start to get overloaded with the many stimulations you are getting. Messages traveling from your clit to your pleasure centre as my fingers do exactly what you want. Fingers moving faster and faster as you are caressed, stroked and pleasured.”

Jane started to shudder as her orgasm approached

“Your breathing shortens as your pleasure heightens. It seems you can only breathe in as my fingers touch you, stroke you, open you and occupy you”

“Aaaah.” Jane screamed as her orgasm hit. “Frankie. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!” As each wave of pleasure washed over her. As every muscle in her body contracted as my fingers continued to rub her as gently as I could.

I held Jane tight when she went limp as her orgasm subsided. I held her close as she came down from the heights of passion.

I gently lifted her and lay her on the bench seat, watching her chest start to move slower as her breathing returned to normal.

I waited with her for a few minutes. She was sleepy after her exertions so I carefully belted her in. I kissed her on her forehead and returned to the driving seat to take her the few miles back to my house.

She was asleep when we got there so I bundled her up in my arms and took her inside and upstairs to my bed.

It had been a long pleasurable night for her.

Would I get the same in the morning?

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NOTE: Story is a little slow to start. If you’re not interested in a little back story and are just looking for where the sexy stuff really kicks in I suggest you search for the “***”.

Chasing Tail – René’s Prudish Video

René Summers lie on her back in the middle of her bed; she’d been home from work for about three hours and was becoming restless. The sheets were white cotton with a blue lace trim, coordinated with the colours of her bedroom. ‘This is going to ruin the sheets…’ she thought glaring uneasily at the camera in the corner. Its black lens appeared gaping and hungry in an almost perverted way. Maybe it was just that everything seemed perverted in her position? Still, she couldn’t believe she’d made it this far. Two weeks of her life were spent preparing for this moment.

It was no secret that René’s biggest flaw had always been vanity. She took pride in her scarlet hair which was beautifully styled into long, loose ringlets every day. She never ate sweets or junk food so as to maintain her figure and flawless, porcelain skin. In addition to this, she liked things neat and clean. Some would call it a compulsion; everything had to be just so, otherwise René would be seriously cross. These obsessive compulsive ways made for an intriguing personality. The girl was prim and proper but had difficulty getting others to accept her ways.

Yet, in spite of her pride (maybe her vanity got the best of her?) René had agreed to film amateur porn with her boyfriend. God forbid anyone call it that though. Oh no! René had been referring to it as ‘Intimate Video.’ since the subject had been brought up. As if she’d allow herself to stoop to the level of those contemptible porn stars. As a result of the pending agreement, René had spent the past two weeks in day spas receiving facials and waxes so every part of her body be smooth and unblemished for the camera.

‘Where the devil is Kane? It’s bad enough that I was hoodwinked into doing this, how could he have the audacity to keep me waiting?’ she smouldered. Her annoyance was merely a substitute for her fear. Clandestinely, René had been pondering the situation. Herself and Kane had never had any trouble in the bedroom, none that she was aware of anyway. They’d started going out when she was eighteen and had been together a year and a half. Admittedly, René didn’t always hit ‘The Big O.’ when they made love but she’d never heard any complaints of a similar sort from Kane. Had their sex life become stale? Was that why he’d insisted they do this? To dupe her into being a whore? The notion disgusted her.

What on earth was wrong with slow, intimate sex? It was simple, mostly enjoyable and she always felt good about herself after. Oh, except the time he’d asked her to be a little more ‘vocal’…that had dented her confidence slightly. A sudden rustling, followed by footsteps, occurred. ‘Brilliant, he’s on his way. Should I change? I bought this lingerie for the occasion but now I feel like a hooker.’ she panicked glancing down at her white, lace corset and panties. They were lovely to the touch but she didn’t want to get them dirty and Kane didn’t wash his hands nearly as often as he should according to René.

“Knock, knock!” came Kane’s voice, she noted how he didn’t actually knock but, more over, barge Escort Ankara in. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” he smirked. All day? ALL DAY! It’d taken René weeks to prepare for this! All rage aside, Kane was looking rather dashing. He’d just gotten in from work and had naught but his boxers and a half undone, white shirt on. His hair was chestnut brown and wavy, his skin was olive coloured and his eyes were the most delectable shade of emerald green. René felt herself getting hot. “Darling, I’m not too sure about this, I love you and wouldn’t want my ability to, ahem, perform… to be compromised because of a camera.” she told. “Worry not, my dear, you’ll soon get into it.” he smirked again, this time bearing his perfect teeth. Had he always been this good looking? Without hesitation, Kane approached the camera and, with an ominous beep, the red light came on.

*** The pressure the camera put on them both was immense. She thought he didn’t mind — but René could see her lover glancing from her to the lens repeatedly. She wondered if her skin looked natural in the low lighting. Kane smiled weakly and kissed René on the lips, snapping her out of her musings. This was pretty commonplace for the start of ‘nookie’ (as René would call it). First a quick kiss, then clothes would come off, three minutes of Kane ‘preparing himself’ — so to speak, then another five of actual sex. Though the kiss was routine, René still enjoyed it. Her red lips closed under his, slightly parted ones. She heard Kane take a deep breath and abruptly nibble on her lower lip. This was unusual. He gently pulled her lips apart and using his tongue he traced the shape of her open mouth. Was this a signal for some heavy petting? ‘Damn these sexual politics!’ René cursed. She felt his hands grasp around her upper arms and hold her in place — a little too tightly for her liking. Without hesitation, Kane drove his tongue right into her mouth. She gasped and pulled back. The two were silent. What was this?! It was so frustrating, why was he being so forceful? Then it hit her: The camera! Maybe she’d go along with it? She couldn’t be seen to be frigid in her first (and only) ‘Intimate Video’.

To Kane’s delight she approached him and allowed him to kiss her once more. His hands returned to her upper arms and nudged her onto her back. His tongue was begging its playmate, who wouldn’t take the hint, to come to life. Luckily, René finally caught on and their tongues became entwined. His domineering form towered above her, his breathing became a bit deeper with the desperation of their kiss. He moved his hands from her shoulders to her waist — and back; obviously a little unsure of what to do in the heat of passion. Kane allowed his body to become lax and press against hers. This alone would have made René blush. However, the addition of his erect penis digging into her inner thigh made her cheeks turn crimson.

This was all so rough and exasperating. She felt his fingers searching down her back for a way to remove the corset. ‘He’s so dense, it does up at the front…I’m going to have to help him, aren’t I?’ she laughed to herself as she nudged him off of her. He looked so disappointed, like a puppy that’d had his favourite toy taken off him. René smiled warmly as she began to unhook whilst watching Kane’s Ankara Escort face light up. She could’ve sworn she heard him mutter “Sweet!” or something to that effect. Once unhooked, her corset sprung out of place to reveal a pair of beautifully pale E-cups. Her rosy pink nipples both stood at attention in front of her partner who took a gulp and moved towards them. His mouth stopped atop one of them before his lips opened and his tongue extended. It swirled around the nipple coating it in moisture.

René let out a little gasp which shocked even her. She realized this was her big moment; her inhibitions were fast deserting her. She turned towards the camera then slowly coaxed Kane’s mouth deeper into her bosom — begging for more. He was responsive. The licking turned to sucking which varied in speed and intensity. With every movement René stifled gasps. She remembered about needing to be vocal so when Kane gently tugged at her nipples with his teeth she let out a long, deep moan of pleasure.

It stopped though…why had it stopped? Kane leaned back and spoke “I’m almost aching here…help me relive myself?” he begged. René was ready for this, she made for her panties but his hands batted hers away. “Not yet…I need something else done my darling.” he said. Their gazes locked, with that, René’s mind returned to full gear: ‘He can’t be serious…I’ve heard of women using their hands but…if he wanted that done, couldn’t he just do it himself? Oh dear, what if he wants me to use my mouth? I don’t know if I could do that.’

It was make or break time. She approached his boxers and saw the bulge they concealed. René had never had her face so close to it before. Trembling, she peeled his boxers off and gasped at what they revealed. This must’ve been a confidence booster to Kane who chuckled a little. That was NOT going to go into her mouth. It was simply too big, thick, pink and wet to entertain the idea at all. “I…uhh…” René began. Thankfully, Kane knew she wasn’t used to this and said “use your tongue.” to which she, skittishly, obliged. She heard him groan slightly when she licked him. She moved her tongue up and down the shaft of his swollen cock. “Good…take it…mmm…put it in your mouth.” he told her. René’s mouth assumed a stretched O shape as she made her attempt. Try as she might, there would be no reaching the base. Still, Kane seemed to be enjoying himself “MMM..yeah…mmm.” he was calling. Right, what next? She had to use some of her own initiative.

When she was eighteen she and her friend Janice watched a porno…it started off with kissing and stuff but when the busty blonde offered to give her partner a blow job they both prudishly freaked out and turned it off. She really wished they hadn’t. Just before the girl went down she remembered the bloke telling her to ‘Make it wet.’ should René do the same? She gathered saliva in her mouth and used her tongue to spread it over his member. He moaned louder this time. Good. She wasn’t really sure where to go from there so Kane gently took her head in his hands and taught her the rhythm. Alright, this wasn’t so bad. The taste was funny and she felt like a blow up doll but she enjoyed his cries of pleasure all the same.

“Faster!” he begged. Though her jaw was aching René picked up the pace. He seemed Ankara Escort Bayan to moan more when her tongue touched the head of his penis (which was remarkably smooth) so she made sure to do that. She figured it must be a case of trial and error so why not go for it? Thinking back she tried to remember which parts of the body were supposed to be erogenous. ‘Knees? No…I heard something about if you kiss the back of them…better play it as safe as I can though. Umm, nipples? Defiantly. Penis is a no brainer…his balls? I could give his balls a go…and what about his anus? I’ve heard about anal sex but maybe it’s only enjoyable for women?’ she considered before advancing to his balls. They felt weirdest on her tongue but every sensation was new and exciting. She liked how the skin around them was loose and pliable. Kane appeared to like it too; it was as if he’d been electrocuted. Kane groaned and squirmed, entirely her plaything.

She moved onto his nipples touching them slowly, she took her index fingers and drew little circles around them. Kane moved his hands to his penis and collected some of his precum on his fingers then he, too, caressed her breasts. This was amazing. Never before had René had this amount of power. She felt herself become absolutely soaked. How good would sex be with this much lubrication? She wondered if it was time to try his anus. She moved down again. Kane had long since quit giving directions. He was amazed by how much his prudish girlfriend had gotten into this. “Baby this is so…I mean…uhhh…mmm.” he moaned again. René smiled; her qualms about being thought of as a ‘slut’ had vanished. She’d found a new and exciting way to feed her ego — the praise she got about her performance allowed her pride to swell. It was another hit and miss moment. She moved her tongue around his waist and over the soft cheeks of his buttocks. ‘This is so dirty.’ she thought amusedly.

René took a breath before timidly making the search for his anus. It wasn’t difficult to find. She moved her tongue around the outside thankful it didn’t taste bad…or maybe she was so caught up in it all, that she didn’t notice or care? Then she gently pushed her tongue inside. “René oh god!” she heard Kane cry. His fists clenched the bed sheets and his toes curled. “I gotta…I…” he panted unable to find his words. “Yes my dear?” René asked with her eyebrows raised playfully. “I need to be…inside you! God!”.

Within seconds René’s legs were spread apart and she awaited his entry. “Baby…Let me hold you up?” Kane requested. And there they were, René’s legs wrapped around Kane’s waist whilst he drove his throbbing cock deep inside her. “Honey! Ooh!” René called. This was truly incredible. The monotonous sex had somehow turned into filthy passion. Kane rocked back and forth, sliding over all the right places. His penis was clenched so hard by her tight, yet soaked, pussy.

They rocked back and forth together moaning in unison – René was desperate to make her video debut memorable. She moved her hands to caress his butt before driving her index finger into his asshole, teasing it. This seemed to send Kane over the edge. He threw her down to the bed and fucked her hard and fast. “I’m c- Oh god! C- Cumming! Ahh! Oh! FUUUUUCK!” Kane shouted. René could’ve sworn she felt his load blow inside her. Kane wiggled his hips and removed his penis, which was drenched in the juices, from her sopping wet pussy. They lay still for almost an eternity, breathing heavily. After a long, ecstasy induced silence René spoke: “I fucking love that camera…”

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