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This was inspired by an author of Literotica. Thank you for the inspiration Sparrow.

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My name is Sierra and I lived next to the Jones’ Family for about two years before actually getting to know their eldest son, Craig. We chatted on messenger on and off at first, then we became close after he had a fall out one night with his then girlfriend, Melissa. I helped him get through the rough patch of arguments they were having and we started talking more intimately. I got to know the real him, inside out. He told me about his childhood and about his favorite foods and books. He was a big John Grisham fan.

Craig was away at university and wouldn’t be back until the end of the year. I was just his friend but little did I know I had hidden feelings for him. For two years I’ve gone on friendship not bothering about my personal life, until one day he told me he was getting back together with Melissa. He told me how they kept in contact with each other and had lunch that day to discuss the relationship and the changes they were making so that being together will be successful this time. He also broke it to me gently that they were going to be engaged when he was back home in December. He knew I didn’t like Melissa.

I couldn’t say I understood at the moment why I was hurting while the messages were coming through via messenger. I looked away from the screen and my eyes were welled up, I couldn’t see the screen. Why was I feeling like this? This guy is not even mine. He is just a friend and he is engaged to be married to someone who is not me. To someone who doesn’t care about him the way he deserves to be cared for. I realized then that he was the one for me. He was the one I was waiting for. He was the one I wanted to share my life with. He was the one I was doing that with for the past two years until Melissa came around again. Damn you Melissa! Damn you!

The months rushed by pretty fast — of course when you are running from something the time flies faster than a rocket to the moon. Craig and I spoke often still. He spoke of Melissa and how she had changed a little. She’s not nagging like before but workable. I could have cared less. Where was she the past few months when he needed a shoulder? I was that shoulder. In the time Craig was away I became close to his family and we did everything together. It was like I was already a part of the family.

The day came when Craig came home. Chatting and cam-ing with him seemed so old school now that he was standing 6ft 3in in front of me. We hit it off (again) instantly. He wrapped me in his arms and swooped me off the ground. His family roared with laughter. They appreciated our friendship because they knew what he went through over the past few months with Melissa. They knew I brought back his happiness. There was an unmistakable glow in his eyes when he looked at me, I pretended not to notice.

I lived alone in a one bedroom apartment next to the Jones’. It was a comfortable apartment for a single person starting a new life. I left my parent’s home a few years ago to be freed Escort Çankaya from the burden of judgments. And Craig never left my side. He was always in my apartment watching movies, cooking, sleeping. He said it was homey and no one to interrupt his ‘alone time’. One day, he came up behind me and whispered, “hey beautiful” and grabbed me with both hands at the waist. Bolts of electricity flowed through my entire body; he then pressed his body into my back and I could smell a slight hint of wine on his breath. He has been drinking. Why was he drinking? He is not an alcoholic drinker, not even wine! It had to be HER! They fought again I thought to myself.

On the table there were two bottles of wine and two glasses waiting for me as I completed the dishes. My friend was in the mood. I obliged, feeling that I owed him due to the years we’ve known each other and never really gone out. We started drinking and talking. Craig is a brilliant guy and I only want the best for him. He suddenly burst out, “Why is it that a pretty girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend?” I joking said to him, “Maybe it’s because I was waiting on you.” We giggled and as I got up to get some chips he grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him. Our faces got serious and our breathing became heavy.

“WHAT WAS HE DOING? DOES HE KNOW HE IS HOLDING ME TIGHTLY?”

He then took my face into his palms and caressed my cheeks. At that point I was confused beyond comeback. I sat there next to him like a statue, no expression on my face except my reddened cheeks giving away my inner feelings. He kissed me.. on the lips.. a grown up kiss. My lips trembled and I finally mustered the courage and I pulled back. He realized what had just happened and he apologized repeatedly saying he don’t know what got into him. Tears were welled up in my eyes because I all the feelings came rushing to me once again. And now I was even more confused. Why would he kiss me if he didn’t like me, even love me? Could it be the wine? I wanted this but I couldn’t.

We continued to watch the movie in silence. I noticed him fidget in his seat from time to time but I tried to ignore him. We continued drinking the bottles of wine until both were empty. I told him I was going to bed, he can either let himself out or he can come to bed. We would usually watch movies and sleep together so tonight shouldn’t be any different from the rest of the nights we were together on the same mattress, under the same cover, in the same bed, in the same room. I didn’t hear him lock the doors so I knew he was coming to bed. I pretended to be asleep when he jumped in the bed. I heard him breathing faster and harder and I knew it was the effects of the wine. I tried to stay calm but even his breathing started to turn me on. Between my legs began to get moist and I started to squirm a little to evenly spread the juices between the lips of my pussy. It felt wonderful.

Craig noticed my squirming and he pressed onto my back holding my arm and asking me if I was okay.. all I could mutter was “hmmmmm” I was in a sea of Çankaya Escort ecstasy as I grinded my free hand between the folds of my wet pussy. Craig couldn’t tell what I was doing because I was wrapped in my comforter. At this point all I knew is I wanted this man and I wanted him now. I tried very hard to ignore it but then he pressed his wet lips against my neck and kissed me again. This time he suckled my neck all the way up to my ear and started nibbling on my ear.

I started to moan. The feeling was out of this world. He nibbled on my ear until I arched my back and begged him to stop. Now his body was over mine and he was staring into my eyes. Lost like a little boy. I am here to save you baby.. I will never hurt you I thought. I held his face in mine hands and with a gentle nod I invited him to kiss my lips. At first the kiss was a soft sensual kiss but then it grew into one of hunger, need and want. We ripped off each other’s clothes and kissed every inch of each other’s bodies. He spent time on my breasts, teasing, tasting, kissing, making love to my nipples. I loved when my nipples get the attention. His tongue traced down my tummy, down to my now dripping wet pussy. He slid his fingers through the fold and smiled at how wet I was for him.

Not taking his eyes off of me he started licking the juices off of my pussy. Savoring and enjoying the taste of my fat pussy. I grabbed his head and kept him in place. I felt my climax building and I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to taste my cum. I wanted to cum all over his face. A few seconds later he started biting my clit and he started to furiously finger me and I came all over his face like I intended to. He rubbed his entire face with my cum and rose up triumphantly from my pussy. He then came to me and commanded me to lick my cum off his face and I obeyed, I licked his face clean.

We cuddled for a bit and I was dying to return the favor. He slept away in my arms so I released myself from his embrace and wiggled my way down south. I freed his cock from his boxers and was amazed at the sight before me. Half erected and it was about 8inches already. I love me some black cock. I started sucking his cock. I stuffed the entire shaft down my throat while I was playing with his balls. He woke up smiling when he saw and felt what was happening. I gagged on his cock until he was fully erected. I was impressed by the shiny black cock in front of me. It was going to be mine. I was going to get fucked by this monster and I was going to like it.

He grabbed my hair and stuffed cock down my throat. I wanted his cum in my mouth, I wanted him to choke me with his cum. Then I felt his cock started to twitch and pulse and I knew it was coming. I set my mouth open to receive the spurts of cock juice and it was the most delicious thing I’ve tasted in my life. His cock didn’t go down, instead he grabbed me and threw me on top of him. He positioned his cock at my opening and pushed me down on him. His cock flew straight up into the hilt of my pussy and I went crazy. I started to buck Çankaya Escort Bayan on his cock like no tomorrow. I flung my head from left to right trying to contain the pleasure

I was feeling in every inch of my being. He grabbed my tits and began squeezing them while I rode his cock. I bounced up and down and his hand reached for my clit and started playing with it in circular motions and I started to ride him even faster as my second climax approached. I came again and fell on top of him, spent. He flipped me over so I was now on my belly he put me in doggy style position and propped me up with a pillow. He held my ass and spanked it several times. I could feel the burning on my ass but it was a good burning. I begged him to slap it some more. I also reach to my bedside drawer and took out two nipple clamps and asked him to clamp me. “Ohhh baby, you are one freak aren’t you?” He said.

I can only nod because my body was shaking with excitement. He clamped me and then slammed his cock all the way into my pussy. I cried out in painful pleasure. It was the biggest cock I have ever had and the best. Craig fucked me with wild abandon until I felt him tensing up and I knew he was going to cum. I wanted his cum in my mouth again.. so I turned around and had him fuck my mouth until he filled me with that succulent drops of honey. I milked his cock dry until he went limp and we sunk to the bed in an embrace until the next morning.

THE MORNING AFTER…

Melissa was arriving today and Craig was still in my bed. I was nervous and happy at the same time. I looked up at him and he was still sleeping. I didn’t want this feeling to end. But It had to. He wasn’t mine. He belonged to HER. I slipped out of the bed and brewed some coffee. I sat at the breakfast bar and stared into space remembering last night’s events. Why me? Why am I the most confused person in the world?

Craig came out of the bedroom and smiled at me, “Good morning Minx”, he said with a smirk. I smiled and he knew something was wrong. I told him how I felt guilty about what happened between us and we shouldn’t let it happen again. “Sierra, we cannot change what happened last night. I do not regret it because somehow this feels right and I will not let you feel guilty for something that was meant to be.”

I nodded but he wasn’t pleased. He sighed. “I came to you last night with wine because I felt I needed to tell you how much u mean to me but I couldn’t do it on a sober mind. Heck, we didn’t even get this that part and we were already tearing each other’s clothes off. Sierra, I am crazy about you. Everything you told me over the internet, all the time spent chatting, all the late hours.. all of that was for you. Because I loved you all this time. There’s no Melissa, I lied about that entire Melissa scenario. We never got back together. I came home to see you baby.. to confess my love for you. I only told you about Melissa so you could figure out you had feelings for me. I knew you felt something but I just wanted you to understand what you felt. Sierra, I love you very much and I was right when I said I was coming home to get engaged in December.

SIERRA LOGAN, WOULD YOU DO ME THIS HONOR AND BE MY WIFE?

I smiled and then it turned into a grin. My lost boy finally found his home. “Yes Craig Jones! Yes I will!”

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In all the time I’d been with Artists Unlimited, there were still instances when I’d be surprised by some revelation about the company. There were the little ones, like how they still did advertising photos at times or their investment in a workout club called Malibu Fitness.

And then there was Gary Mackas.

I met Gary accidentally in Jeff Murphy’s office one morning. To me, he seemed a little obnoxious, but harmless. Then Jeff explained how Gary was a link to the agency’s beginnings and how the skin trade had been part of that. Gary ran VCX Productions which did a lot of adult programming online and on cable. It was a part of the agency Jeff kept quiet about. It seemed the arrangement was so quiet, the only time it was acknowledged was once a year when Gary came in to renew his contract with us. I didn’t even know who their contact was within the agency, it might’ve been Jeff for all I knew. But it was through Gary that I met the lovely and mysterious Laura Austin. And the more I learned about her business, the more I agreed with Jeff that a code of silence was in our best interests.

So it was quite a surprise when my cellphone buzzed.

“Heyyyyy…Hollywood Jim!”

“Yes?” I replied to the unfamiliar voice

“Gary Mackas, you remember me.”

“Oh, yes…right.”

“Got an offer for you that’s once in a lifetime, well, once a year actually.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s the company’s anniversary party and you, my friend, are invited.”

I didn’t know weather to accept or not.

“Uh, right…well, uh…” I stumbled for a response. On the one hand it was potentially a good time, but I’d never been to one of Gary’s parties and my opinion of Gary to begin with was, let’s say, sketchy at best.

“You gotta come, man! All the girls will be here, I think you know one of them.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, uh, Laura, Laura Austin! She was with me the day we met. Remember?”

“I remember.”

“Awesome! See you Saturday, then!”

“Wait a minute! I…”

Too late, his phone clicked off.

I tried calling the number I had for Laura, but that just went to voicemail. So much for that idea.

Time to move on to option 2.

“Option 2” was rather easy, I’d make an appearance at the party, stick around awhile, then make a (hopefully) graceful exit.

I still needed the address, though.

“Where does Gary Mackas live?” I asked Jeff on my way out.

“You’re kidding?”

“What?”

“He called you?”

“Yes.”

“His Anniversary party?”

I nodded.

“You’re going?”

A sense of dread now came over me.

“Uh-huh.”

Cautiously, he scribbled down an address.

“Be careful what you say or do.” he said

That night, my phone rang.

“Gary invited you, huh?”

It was Laura Austin.

“Yes, and I’m starting to wonder if I should’ve declined the invitation.” I said

“Well…Gary’s largely harmless.” she said “I think it’ll be good for you to be there. We can look out for each other, how ’bout that?”

“What should I expect? Or is that a dumb question?”

“It’ll be OK, babe.” she said reassuringly before adding “Look, if I thought otherwise I’d tell you.”

“OK, see you there.”

The next day, I drove to the address Jeff had given me. It turned out to be the parking lot of a coffee shop where a white GMC Denali was waiting for me, along with a 1970’s era Corvette convertible. Casually leaning against the back, was Laura Austin, wearing a tight blue designer dress.

“Hiya, Hollywood.” she said with a smile as she opened the passenger door of the Denali “I think you know my friends.”

I looked inside and found her occasional “conspirators” Vicki the leggy blonde and Rita, the sexy redhead.

“Hi, Hollywood!” they said in unison.

I could only smile.

“You get to be our driver.” she said as she tossed the keys to me “You did such a good job last time.”

“You’re not afraid to leave the ‘Vette here?”

“Nah, the owners here know me, they’ll look after it.”

It turned out only Laura knew the true location of Gary’s house. Once we got past the gates, we pulled up to a ordinary looking ranch house that seemed to have been built in the late 50’s.

“This is Gary’s place?”

“Yeah, the skin trade did well for him, huh?” Rita said to me as she got out.

The front doors opened and we were lead out to the pool area. A DJ was at work spinning tunes, a slip and slide was on the lawn, and water polo going on in the pool.

The only thing different was that every girl there was either topless or nude. Gary was seated in a big throne chair overseeing everything, drink in hand, cigar close by, topless beauties at his beck and call feeding him grapes like he was some kind of emperor. Which in a sense, he was.

“Heyyyyy! Hollywood Jim! You made it!” he yelled out, making more than a few turn their heads in my direction “…and you brought some friends too!”

“What do you think?” Rita said to Laura.

“We’re good, I got the security code.” she replied.

“Security code?” I asked.

“Something we hopefully won’t need. We’re cool. Escort Ankara I gotta get ready.” she said as she walked off with Rita. Before I could say anything Gary showed up.

“Let’s get a drink, Jimmy.” Gary said as he put his big arm around Vicki and led us to his topless bartender.

“Wet their whistles, uh…uh…” he said trying to remember her name.

“Donna.” she replied, sounding a little annoyed “What’ll it be?”

“Whatever they want!” Gary said boisterously “Enjoy yourself, Jimmy boy! Feel free to…feel the girls freely!” he laughed as he slapped our backs and staggered back to his throne.

Vicki and I looked at each other.

“See this a lot?” I asked.

“More than you think, let’s find someplace a little quieter.”

Vicki led me to a spot not far from the pool.

“So, the last time I saw you was at a hotel somewhere, right?” she said

“Right, it was the first time I met Laura. Well, I’d met her earlier that day.”

“How’d that happen?”

“Uh, our host here brought her into the office as his new starlet du jour.”

Vicki laughed.

“He did that to me too!” she laughed

“Really? How?”

“Oh, sugar, that’s a long story!” she said as she got closer to me “But now, I wanna ask you something.”

I could sense what she had in mind.

“You wanna fuck?” she whispered in my ear.

“W-w-where’s Laura? She’d want to be part of this.”

Vicki smiled.

“She’s the special gift for Gary.”

“Special gift?”

“Uh-huh…and I think it’s coming this way.”

I looked over and saw a giant cake being brought in by girls dressed in Egyptian garb. Just then, huge, dramatic music blasted on the sound system. The cake was placed in front of “Emperor Gary” and with an explosion of confetti, the top of the cake popped open to reveal Laura dressed as some sort of Cleopatra.

“Brilliant understatement.” I said to Vicki.

“Oh, I can tell she’s loving this!” she laughed.

We were both laughing as she did a bump and grind routine to “Walk Like an Egyptian” slowly stripping off her costume until she was nude, shoving her tits into Gary’s face. He was loving every minute of it.

“Like I said, brilliant understatement.”

Vicki laughed.

“Let the feast begin!” Gary yelled out once he stopped laughing .

Gary had a feast spread out before us that had everyone scrambling. My trick here was to wait until the “rush hour” ended. The pickings might not be as good but it was an easy way to not over-stuff myself.

In the meantime, I’ll get another drink. I was about to offer the same to Vicki, but she’d disappeared suddenly. And Rita was nowhere to be found either.

Why I didn’t go back to the same bartender I don’t know but another bar was setup closer to the house and I went to that one. As the bartender got my drink, I glanced inside the house and could see the double front doors were open enough to see the driveway. At that moment, a huge Mercedes limo that had to be of 1960’s vintage pulled up, it’s passenger door opened and out stepped…Scott Jackson.

“What the hell’s he doing here?” I thought.

I had to make a snap decision, leave or stay? I had to stay since I’d driven Laura and the girls here, maybe if I stay outside and out of sight, he won’t see me.

An hour or two later, the sun was setting and I was slowly coming down from the meal. Laura came over and joined me. She was wearing a simple black bikini and carrying a small backpack-like bag.

“So, like my cake routine?” she asked

“Babe, it was truly scrumptious.” I replied before a loud belch came out.

Laura practically fell over laughing.

“Where you been anyway? You did your little routine and disappeared.”

“Fulfilling my obligations here.”

“In other words, don’t ask?”

“Exactly.” she said as she took a sip of wine “So, Mr. Hollywood…still have some energy left?”

“For what?”

“For a swim with me?”

I looked around at the nearly deserted pool area. Anyone left had gone inside for a movie screening.

“Are you sure?” I asked hesitantly.

“Sure” she said softly “Come on…”

Laura began to untie her bikini and softly slid her beautifully naked body into the shallow end of the pool. I looked around again and took my clothes off quickly, joining her just as silently. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close.

“I’m not a good swimmer so we’ll have to stay here.” she said.

“That’s fine…sit on my lap.”

“Ooh, thought you’d never ask.” she smiled.

As we kissed, our hands felt each other, mine went for her gorgeous tits. She immediately smiled and threw her head back. My dick was getting harder by the second, and she knew it. I remembered how we’d fucked in that huge shower at the Beverly Hills Hotel, how incredible that was, I wanted to relive it.

“I wanna fuck you.” I whispered in her ear.

“I wanna fuck you too.” she replied in that sexy Texas twang she turned on so effortlessly.

I felt her hand on my dick.

“Mmmm…so nice and hard.” she whispered.

Laura’s hand continued to Ankara Escort hold my dick and she worked it into her pussy. Her eyes closed slightly and a sexy moan came from her as I filled her up.

“Ohhhhyessss…”

She began to move up and down on my dick, her tits bobbing to the surface. I pulled her closer so I could suck on her nipples, she always loved that. Her hands caressed my head as I sucked.

“Yesss…suck my boobs…suck ’em…oh yesss…”

She continued to rock back and forth on my dick. The night sky above only heightened the ecstasy we were feeling at this moment.

I don’t know if it was the food, the booze, Laura or all of the above but I could feel my explosion building much faster than usual.

I’d barely had time to say “Gonna cum babe…” before I exploded inside Laura’s pussy.

She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, then looked at me, smiling.

“Wow, you were…pretty fired up.”

“I’m sorry…I…”

Laura held my chin up.

“It’s okay , hon.” she said with a kiss added “I feel great.”

She softy kissed me and we held each other in the water.

It was a few minutes later I heard someone quickly walking across the lawn. It was Vicki.

“Hey, I just got a code red, we gotta get outta here.”

“Shit!” Laura said as she moved off me and out of the pool, yanking open her bag and quickly putting on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt.

“What’s a code red?” I said as I started to do the same, my clothes clinging to my wet body.

“It’s a message from Elizabeth, the place is about to be raided soon and we’ve gotta get out, fast.” Laura said as we quickly ran up towards the house

“Jesus!” I said as I stumbled behind them.

“Where’s Rita?” Vicki said fearfully.

“Oh my god…I don’t know!” Laura replied with the same tone “I thought she was with you!”

We dashed into the house where the raucous party was still going on, Gary grabbed me as I ran in.

“Heyyy…Hollywood! Where ya been, pal?” he slurred “I gotta girl that’s dyin’ to meetcha!”

“Next time, Gary! Where’s Rita?”

“Who? Riva?”

“No!” I yelled as I pushed him off me.

Just then I heard a woman scream from upstairs;

“GET AWAY FROM ME!”

I ran for the stairs, pushing a few semi-clothed people out of the way. Down the hallway I heard a crash and an angry male voice. Followed by another woman’s scream of pain and a door slamming. Vicki was on the floor holding her arm. The door to the room was locked but I somehow found the power to crash into it like the New York Giants player I’d always wanted to be, it exploded off its hinges.

On a large king size bed was a nude male on top of a female who was struggling and screaming.

It was Rita.

“GET OFFA HER!” I snarled.

The male turned to me.

It was Scott Jackson.

“GET YER OWN BITCH!” he yelled as he slapped her.

It didn’t look like he recognized me.

All the better.

I stomped over to him and grabbed the back of his hair, making him scream.

“I SAID….GET OFF HER!” I yelled.

But as I grabbed his hair, I heard a tearing sound, like when clothes are ripped, and I was suddenly holding a fistful of black hairpiece.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Scott yelled as he looked at me, his eyes burning with rage.

Where or how I got this, I don’t know. There’s legends of mothers finding superhuman strength when their child is in danger, I now believed in those legends.

Scott Jackson leaped up and came at me, I went into some kind of combat stance, grabbed his arm and whirled him around, crashing into furniture. Laura appeared in the doorway and she somehow turned into Wonder Woman, leaping onto his back and digging her nails into his face, making him scream even more. Scott fell backwards and they crashed onto the bed, collapsing the box spring. She didn’t care. He rolled off her and came at me again.

“MOTHERFUCKER!!!” he yelled as he came at me.

I raised my fists and connected with his cheek.

DAMN! That hurt!

Scott was only momentarily stunned and he continued towards me.

“MOTHERFUCKIN’ AGENCY!” he yelled

Again, I went into combat stance and barreled at Scott, but this time he was ready, he grabbed my arm, tossed me aside, and I hit the floor hard.

“You little shit!” he snarled “I shoulda done this a long time ago!”

I turned over fast, threw my leg up, and my foot connected with Scott’s “family jewels” as he tried to grab me.

Scott’s face went white, he grabbed his crotch and fell to his knees. He then vomited on the very large, very expensive, Persian rug.

Rita and Laura had made it off the wreckage of the bed and were in the doorway with Vicki, looking at us.

“Come on, Jim! Let’s go!” Vicki yelled

I stumbled to my feet but Scott did too.

“GET BACK HERE!” He snarled behind me.

His attempt to get me ended when he screamed out in pain and stumbled backwards again. Apparently the crash I’d heard was a gumball machine hitting the floor, Scott had stepped on the glass pieces, then slipped on the gumballs. He now lay in Ankara Escort Bayan a naked heap on the wrecked bed.

Laura, Vicki, Rita and I dashed down the hallway and the stairs, the partygoers seemed oblivious to anything upstairs. Out the front door we ran to our SUV. I turned the key and the big Denali roared to life. I pulled out of the driveway as best I could, trying not to hit any other cars there, even Scott’s limo (I do have some appreciation for vintage cars, despite their owners). Once we were at the end of it, the question was which direction to go, where would the cops be coming from?

“Right or left?” I said out loud.

“Turn right!” Vicki said.

But my ears told me otherwise. It wasn’t sirens, just what seemed like a lot of cars coming this way.

“I’m goin’ left!”

I turned left, hit the gas, and the Denali shot forward.

A side street suddenly appeared on the right and I turned down it. Once we were out of sight of the main road, I stopped the car and shut off the lights while we all caught our breath.

“Everybody here?” I said calmly.

The girls all nodded or said a quiet “yes”. I think I even saw one do the sign of the cross.

I looked in the mirror and saw several cars go by up the road, lights flashing but no sirens.

I turned to Laura, seated next to me.

“Let’s get the hell outta here.”

We rode in silence back to the coffee shop where our cars were still as we left them. Rita still seemed shaken by what happened.

“Why don’t we all go to my place, it might be safer there.” I said

“Good idea.” Vicki replied.

Rita and Laura nodded.

The security guy in my building’s garage luckily didn’t look twice when he saw my Mercedes drive in followed by Vicki and Rita in the big Denali and Laura’s snarling Corvette.

I kept the lights low in my apartment, Rita immediately lay down on the couch and was soon asleep. Smokie the cat joined her.

“Looks like you really moved up in the world.” Laura said as she looked around.

“Yeah, taking pictures paid off for me.”

“Jim, you got any ice? My wrist is really sore all of a sudden.” Vicki said from the kitchen.

“In the freezer.”

“I better call in, let them know we’re OK.” Laura said as she got out her phone.

She made a quick call, only saying “message received, will call in the morning” before hanging up.

“So, can I ask what code red means?”

“It’s what you think it is, a code from Elizabeth if we need to get out fast.” Vicki said as she sat down with a glass of wine, holding ice on her wrist.

“It’s set for all our phones.” Laura added.

“How would she know if a raid was gonna happen?”

“Trust me Jim, she knows.” said Vicki

Laura sat close to me again and gave me a soft kiss on my forehead.

“Thank you for what you did, Jim.” she said calmly “You’re a real lifesaver.”

“Amen to that” Vicki said as raised her glass “Did you know that guy? Seems like he knew you.”

I took deep breath.

“Yeah, long story how.”

“Tell us, we’re not going anywhere.” Laura said with a smile.

“Well, his name is Scott Jackson. And the short version is he was with Artists Unlimited in the New York office. When the merger went through, he got kicked out and he didn’t take it too well, obviously.”

Rita was awake now and softly stroking Smokie while she listened.

“Anyway…” I continued “I saw Scott’s car pull up while you three were…”

“Let’s just say busy.” Laura said as she sipped her wine.

“Right, but I can’t figure out why he was there. He’s got no connection to Gary’s company. None that I know of.”

“Gary must’ve invited him, right?” Laura said looking at Vicki, who was just as clueless.

“I was led to believe he was getting a development deal somewhere. So being mixed up with someone like him doesn’t look right if he’s trying to get a deal.” I said “Either way, that’s the last party I go to at Gary’s.”

Rita sat up now.

“What’s that guy’s name again?” she asked sleepily.

“Scott Jackson.” I replied

“I know that name from somewhere.” she said.

“Yeah, now that I think about it, I do too.” added Laura who started to examine her cellphone intently.

Vicki now joined Rita on the couch

“You okay?” she asked her.

“Yeah, thanks to the Karate Kid here.” she replied, looking at me and making us all laugh.

“You’re all welcome to stay the night here.” I said

“Thanks, babe.” Vicki replied.

“There’s still a few gentlemen in this town.” Laura added with a reassuring smile.

All three spent the night at my place, Laura slept with me but we were too exhausted to do anything, though seeing her slowly disrobe and join me in bed was extremely erotic, as was her whispering in my ear that she’d make it up to me as she gently caressed my dick .

I must admit, it felt kinda neat to have 3 ladies cook my breakfast before they left. And I couldn’t help but wonder if any other residents wondered who the three ladies who left my apartment could be. As I grabbed my cellphone and messenger bag, I saw there were several incoming text messages, all from Chuck Tyler.

“MY OFFICE, ASAP!” read every one.

I walked into Chuck’s office that morning and saw him slumped in his chair idly channel switching. Jeff Murphy was there, along with the agency’s lawyer, Michael Baldwin.

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You never really know how life will turn out. Sometimes the curve balls it throws at you will either blast you in the nuts or pass you by all together. Sometimes you never really know which it was until long afterwards.

I hated starting at a new school, and fifth grade is one of the really bad ages to make that kind of a change. My dad moved us to a new town when he got transferred, again, and that came with all the normal traumatic problems for a kid. I had to leave all my friends behind and start all over. Showing up at school the first day as an outsider in the fifth grade is kind of like walking clothed into a nudist colony. Everyone looks at you and wishes you would go away. This school was no exception. I spent most of the first day trying to look inconspicuous, and failing. I was glad when the first day was over and I could go home, or what I hoped would eventually feel like home.

I’ll never forget the first time she said something to me. I was walking, or sulking, toward home when she came up and touched my arm to get my attention, surprisingly asking my name. I looked at her and was stunned. She was probably the cutest girl I had ever seen, and I was just over the stage where girls had cooties, so I was looking a lot before I was forced to move. She had auburn hair that almost sparkled in the summer sun, a stark contrast to her creamy white skin, speckled with the cutest little red freckles. Her green eyes practically sucked the air from my lungs as she looked at me. I probably answered like the dork I was at that age, but to my surprise she walked next to me nearly all the way home. I was thrilled to learn that she lived just down the street from me. Suddenly this new home wasn’t looking too bad.

We became an item quickly, walking to and from school each day, and spending lots of time with each other. I quickly learned she had a temper, and not just a little one, but a huge Irish temper. I, on the other hand, was stubborn and bull- headed, thanks to my Swedish heritage. Jenny and I fought often, but always made up quickly. In the sixth grade I got my first kiss. She ran up and kissed me on the cheek after winning a dash at a track meet. I don’t think I washed that cheek for a week after that.

We held hands as all kids do and continued to be an item all the way to high school. It seemed like we would fight and break up, find other girl and boy friends for a short time and then migrate back together like two magnets. We just couldn’t seem to keep apart, much to her strict Irish Catholic father’s displeasure. We made out like other kids, but out of respect for her, I never pushed harder than she wanted me to, allowing her to set the pace, even if it did frustrate the hell out of me. Finally on her eighteenth birthday she took me for a walk in the woods and invited me to undress her. I hesitantly undid each article of clothing, allowing my eyes to savor each inch of her creamy white skin I uncovered. I gently kissed each of her hard nipples sitting on her B- cup breasts for the first time, trying to memorize each of the tiny red freckles that speckled them. I worked my way down her body until I was looking at her curly red locks inches above her wet lips. It was the first time I had actually touched a woman’s pussy, and she instructed me on how to stroke her and what felt good, starting me on a long track of learning about sex and how to please a woman. On my eighteenth birthday, a few months later, we became each other’s first. It was a time like no other in my life. She told me my best features above the waist were my bedroom eyes, which she said would draw women like flies, and how I treated them with what I had below the waist would keep them as long as I wanted.

We wanted to be together and be married some day, but her dad had other ideas, and when it came time for college she was accepted to a school half way across the country. We tried to stay together, but the distance and time did its work and we started to drift apart.

I was crushed when I got a letter telling me she was engaged. It sent me in to a funk that lasted long enough to almost trash my semester grades. In the end I wrote back that I was happy for her and tried hard to forget about my first true love.

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“Look, Lisa, I don’t really know if I want to do this!” I told my current girl friend, as she held out a pair of very thin pajama pants for me.

“Oh, come on. Maybe that’s why your last wife left, no guts,” Lisa chided with a grin, knowing full well that guts was not something I lacked.

“Right, but a pajama party, at my age?”

“At your age? You’re kidding right? You know damn well that you look at least ten years younger than your forty years.”

“Yeah, but a pajama party? Who’s idea was this anyway?”

“Actually it was Sue’s idea. She bet all of us that our husbands or boyfriends would be too chicken to show up at a pajama party.”

“I’m not afraid of anything, but I know damn well that if you wear that you’re going to have every guy in the place panting after your gigantic tits and blond pussy!”

“Ohhhh, now that Escort Ankara sounds like a good thing to me,” she said with a giggle. “Come one. The rules were that everyone had to wear something that showed their best assets. For you, that would be the outline of your dick and your bedroom eyes. You’ll be lucky if you can fend off all of the attention you are sure to get tonight.”

“Right, so you want your friends to try to jump my bones? Are you sure you don’t just want the other guys to jump yours? I don’t understand this group you lunch with. It sounds to me like it’s a one- up club. You know, my husband’s dick is bigger than your husband’s dick?”

“Well, maybe there is some of that. Is that a problem?” she asked shyly.

“Maybe. I mean since we started going together we’ve been faithful to each other, haven’t we?”

“Yeah, but don’t you think it’s time to have a bit of fun. I mean we’ve been going together for nearly a year. Aren’t you afraid of sex getting stale?”

“Not really. You look fantastic, we fuck regularly, and have tried all kinds of places and positions. I just don’t know that I’m ready for an orgy, that’s all.”

“Oh, that’s sweet,” Lisa said as she stepped up to me wearing a nearly sheer baby doll that allowed her thirty eight- D tits and blond pussy to be easily seen. She reached for my exposed dick and gently stroked and played with it until it was hard, her soft lips kissing mine and her tongue probing my mouth. “Would you like to have a quick fuck before we go, just to make sure you get the best of me, then?” She panted, clearly turned on.

“Yes, I would.” I answered, pushing her back toward the bed and reaching down to untie the strings on her tiny sheer bottoms.

“That’s it, stud. Bring that big dick to me. I want all nine inches stuffed in me!” she said to me as she lay back on the bed and spread her legs, sticking them high in the air as she pulled her top up over her tits and pulling my head down to her hard nipples as I pressed my dick into her already wet pussy. “Oh, fuck, yes. You do that so well!” she moaned as I sucked and rolled her hard nipple in my mouth while she ground her hips against mine, working my dick around inside her pussy.

“Oh, yes. Right there.” She moaned again as I stroked her clit with my thumb and started to stroke my dick in and out of her wet pussy. Her hips were soon bucking up to meet my thrusts, her cries of pleasure echoing throughout the bedroom.

“OH YES! CUM IN ME! FILL ME WITH YOUR FUCK JUICE!” she screamed as her body shook and trembled with orgasm.

I was already close and her pulsating pussy pushed me over the top, my dick spurting shot after shot of hot cum deep into her. As my body stopped jerking she pulled me down on top of her, our heaving chests pressing together as she gently kissed my lips and face.

“God, you know how to fuck a woman. If I ever meet the woman that taught you how to make love I’m going to have to buy her dinner,” she said with a giggle.

“Well, I doubt you’ll ever meet her. As far as I know she’s on the east coast someplace.”

“Too bad. I’d really like to try a three-way with her. She did such a good job of teaching you. But then you always were a quick study. Just look how quick you learned to use some of our little toys to drive me crazy. I still can’t believe your last wife let you get away!”

“Well, our problems didn’t have anything to do with how good the sex was, they had to do with her not having time for it.”

“Oh, lover. You can have sex with me any time any place. If you wanted to have sex on the hood of the car in the driveway, I’d hop my ass up there and let you have your way with me. Dick or tongue, either way would be fine with me,” she said with a grin. “And if I’m lucky, maybe a few of my friends will get a taste today of what you can do. God, will they be jealous then!”

“So that’s what this is about? Not you getting into their boyfriends and husbands pants, but getting me into theirs?”

“Uh oh. You found me out,” she giggled. “Are you angry?”

“I may not understand you, but how can I be angry with you for wanting to show me off?”

“Good. Now we better get dressed to go,” she said, pushing me off of her gently, my softening dick pulling from her pussy and unleashing a flood of our juices. I watched her reach down and draw her finger through our cum and lift it to her mouth, eagerly licking it from her finger. “God, I love how you taste, too. If only I was flexible enough to eat your cum from my own pussy. It tastes so good from your dick, but even better mixed with pussy juice!”

“You’re such a slut sometimes,” I said, shaking my head.

“And you love every minute of it,” she said with a smile!

“Yeah, I guess I do,” I answered as I pulled on the silk pajama pants.

She got up and put her panties back on and straightened her top before pulling a silk robe on over her sexy outfit. “No point in getting arrested on the way, is there,” she asked with a grin.

“I guess not,” I replied as I picked up my wallet and keys from the table and followed Ankara Escort her out of the bedroom.

I was glad we lived in the country as we walked out to the car, feeling somewhat conspicuous as my dick moved around in the silk bottoms. There would be no doubt by anyone looking that I was wearing nothing under them, but I was still glad the sun was well on the way down and it would be dark soon.

“Looks sexy, but I’d really like to get you hard again before we get there.” Lisa said as she spread her robe and legs for me to see her pussy. She reached over and slid her hand into the opening in the front of my bottoms, drawing my dick and balls out so they were in plain view of anyone who might happen to look into the car. “Much better,” she cooed as she stroked my dick with her finger, making it jump and move of its own accord each time she hit the sensitive underside of the head.

“Well, you’re going to accomplish that.” I said, getting turned on again as I tried to drive with one eye and watch her fingers stroke the wet sheer material covering her pussy with the other.

“Oh, you like looking at this,” she asked, pulling the material aside so I could see her exposed lips? “Is that better?”

“You know looking at your body turns me on.”

“Uh huh. But this does it more,” she said as she sunk a finger slowly into her pussy. She squeezed my already hardening dick as I tried hard to concentrate on driving and still not miss her little show.

“You know by the time we get there you are going to be so horny you’re going to be ready to fuck the first dick you see.”

“Uh uh… I plan on making myself cum for you right here before we get there. I know how much you love to see me climax.” she said as we pulled up to a stoplight. She closed her eyes and stroked her finger in and out of her pussy while the guy in the pickup truck next to us watched her fingering herself. “Oh, shit.” She groaned as she worked herself closer to climax while I started out from the light, the truck trying to keep pace with me to watch her.

“You have an audience,” I said quietly.

“Oh, God. No. I don’t want to stop!” she said, still stroking herself.

“Then don’t. You wanted to show off, might as well start now.”

“Uh huh!” she grunted as she lifted one foot up in the dash and spread her legs even farther apart.

I stopped at the next light, the pickup sitting next to us, watching her every move.

“OH, FUCK!” she cried as her body jerked, her pussy squeezing her finger and squirting cum out so hard it splattered on the dash. She jerked several more times before she relaxed back with a long groan.

I started out again, shaking my head and wondering what the guy in the truck must have thought. I’d seen her squirt before, but usually after she had been teased for a long time. That was the first time I had seen her squirt when she was fingering herself. “I guess that felt good.”

“Uh huh. I opened my eyes and was looking right up at him when I came. God, that was hot.” She said panting.”

“Well, don’t wear yourself out. I’m sure you want some left for your little party.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. When was the last time you wore me out?”

“Christmas Eve.”

“Oh yeah… almost forgot that, but hey, we fucked three times and then you did me with the toys you gave me for at least three more.”

“Five, but who was counting.”

“You were, obviously.” She said as she stroked me. “I was just glad that the last one before we fell asleep was on you,” she said with a sated smile.

“Ok, hot stuff. We’re here,” I announced several minutes later when we pulled into the driveway of a house in an upscale neighborhood. “Nice place.”

“Never been here, but she said it had a pool and a hot tub and everything.”

“Sounds good, but don’t you think you should put me away before we get out?”

“I suppose so,” she said, leaning over in the seat to quickly suck my hard dick into her mouth before working me back into the material. “There you go, all set.”

“You can say that again. You sure you don’t want me to just throw you on the hood and fuck you again? I mean we don’t need to go to a party to have good sex.”

“Oh, no. I want all my girl friends to see just how good you are. And if they get a little taste… well, so be it!” she said with a grin as she opened the car door.

I watched her get out and turn to face me while I got out. She stood next to the car and slipped the robe off, leaving her in nothing but the sheer baby doll. “No point in spoiling how the package looks!” she said with a grin.

“I guess not,” I replied as I followed, watching her near naked ass wiggle enticingly.

“Hey, Marcia,” Lisa said as the front door was opened by a good looking woman. Her long dark hair and dark brown eyes drew attention to her face, but her outfit clearly outlined her best assets. She wore a black bra with small red hearts on it, that held up her C-cup breasts, exposed nipples hardening as I watched. She wore black silk stockings held up by a garter that was the width Ankara Escort Bayan of a small mini-skirt, also black with small red hearts. Her pussy was easily visible, as were her tight little black curls trimmed into a perfect little heart on her mound. “Nice outfit!”

“You, too. And I see you got Mike to come!” Marcia said as she stared at my tented-out silk bottoms.

“In more ways than one,” Lisa giggled as Marcia stepped forward to give me a hug, her hardening nipples pressing into my chest and her hand slipping into the waistband of my bottoms to grab hold of my hard dick.

“Ohhh, nice. I hope I get to see this later,” she whispered as she pulled her hand from my pants and stood back to let me come the rest of the way into the house.

“So who else is here?” Lisa asked our hostess.

“Mark said no way, and went fishing for the weekend. He thought it was a good idea until I showed him that little thong that I bought him, then he chickened out. Tina and Sam are here, and Sue came alone, also. I don’t think she wanted to miss getting to see Mike.”

“I bet.” Lisa said as Marcia closed the door behind us and led us down a set of stairs to a lower level room that has soft music playing.

“Mike. This is Tina and Sam” Marcia said, introducing me to a petite woman of clearly oriental persuasion. She had short black hair and the narrow eyes of her ancestry, as well as a pair of small breasts held up by a leather bustier. She wore nothing else but a pair of six inch spike heels that brought her height close to mine as she stood up, her motion allowing me to get a glimpse of her completely shaved pussy. She stepped forward and gave me a tight hug, pressing her tits to my chest and grinding her pelvis against my silk- covered hard dick.

“Nice,” she whispered as she broke the hug, giving me a chance to shake her husband’s hand. He had remained seated on the sofa, clearly uncomfortable in his pair of mesh boxers that barely concealed his dick, which was getting hard, looking at Lisa.

“And this is Sue,” Marcia indicated, as a tall slim woman strode over. Her long brown hair practically fluttered in the air as she walked, her sheer black skirt flowing aside to reveal a neatly trimmed brown bush. She had small breasts, maybe a thirty two- B or so, but definitely proportioned to her thin frame. Her well- tanned breasts peeked out above and below a strip of pink lace that held what I can only describe as a three- inch high skirt across her tits, her nipples peaking out enticingly from behind the sheer material. All in all, a very sexy package.

“So, this is Mike? I’ve heard a lot about you,” she said as she set down her drink and slipping both of her arms inside mine to encircle me. As I put my arms around her to return the hug I felt her left hand slide inside the waistband of my bottoms and stroke down onto my ass. Without breaking her hug, I felt it slide around, pushing my bottoms down on my hips as the hand slid around to my front, grasping my hard dick and letting her other hand slide down from my body to my other hip, pushing my bottoms down until they slid to the floor. “Much better.” She said as she stepped back, giving my dick a few gentle strokes with her hand as she surveyed my body.

“Sue!” Tina said from where she was sitting on the sofa.

“What? The rules were that it had to show off his best assets. I thought they covered way too much!”

“Yeah, well now they cover nothing!”

“I know,” Sue answered with a sultry look in her eyes.

“How would you like him to strip you that way,” Tina asked, clearly upset at her actions.

Sue held her hands up over her head. “Fair is fair. Care to strip me Mike?”

I looked over at Lisa, not sure what to do.

She stepped over to me and put her mouth close to my ear. “Go ahead. I hear she loves getting her nipples sucked too.”

I shrugged as Lisa stepped back, looking for a place to sit to watch the show. She had me more than adequately turned on during the ride over here, so who was I to argue. I stepped out of the material pooled around my ankles and strode to where Sue was standing. I crouched down until my face was even with her pussy and slowly pulled the tiny sheer skirt down her legs. I made sure to stroke all the way down with my fingers until she lifted her legs to step out of the material, setting her feet down about a foot apart, still wearing her high heels. I leaned forward and gently kissed the top of her pussy, smelling her musky scent as I kissed her thighs and mound before starting to kiss my way up her firm stomach, feeling her shiver in my arms as I trailed one hand up the inside of her leg as I worked my mouth higher.

My left hand slid up across her naked ass, stroking small circles as I worked it up her back to the clasp of her strapless bra. I deftly flipped the catch with my fingers, allowing the material to spring apart, the top held in place now only by the lace caught across the tops of her hard nipples. As I kissed up the rest of her stomach, I allowed my hand to push the material off, tossing it aside to give me full access to her firm, tanned tits. I hadn’t found a single tan line on her whole body, and wondered briefly where she tanned naked, outside or at a salon. I hoped it was outside, as I pictured her lying in a lounge chair, spreading lotion on her hot body.

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As you enter the adult arcade you will notice that it is quite dark, with just dim lighting. What lighting there is only serves to illuminate just how filthy the place is. The stink of piss and semen is pervasive. You have to walk carefully because the floor is slick with semen. Once you get past this assault on your senses, and your eyes begin to adjust to the dim lighting, you notice the men. They are everywhere, lurking in the dark corridors, some on their knees right in the hallway, sucking other men’s cocks, while others, some completely nude, are in the booths sucking cock or being fucked in the ass.

I opened the door to a booth and saw a white naked homosexual being stood up against the wall by a much larger African American man and being fucked in the ass by him. I watched as the white queer whimpered in pain as the black man worked his very large, very hard cock, up into the queen’s ass. The faggot kept trying to move away but the black man had him in a head lock, and had inserted his knee in between the faggot’s thighs, to prevent the sissy from closing his legs up, thus allowing the black guy unfettered access to the homosexual’s bare anus. I realized that what I was witnessing was, in fact, an act of rape, a rape that the victim had initiated & now wished to disengage from. But the black man was obviously in no mood to stop, and, like an animal, would complete the sex act no matter what the sissy said or did.

I wasn’t the only witness to this, a group of 5 or 6 men had Escort Etlik gathered around the open door to watch the show. Most of them watched silently, a couple of them laughed as the queer tried to struggle from the stronger man’s grasp. The black man fucked the queer hard once he was in all the way, and the bitch stopped struggling then, but continued to whine loudly as he was being raped, although it was hard to hear him due to the loud rap music coming from the speakers. Then the black guy stopped and eased his penis from the faggot’s ass. The bitch got down on his knees and began sucking the black man’s cock. Then the black guy pulled his dick out and began jerking off inches from the white sissy’s face. Suddenly he tensed and unleashed a huge load of semen all over the naked white guy’s face. The white bitch was lapping and nibbling on the black man’s cock as he finished cumming.

Then the black guy pulled his pants up and walked out without a word, leaving the nude faggot on the dirty floor, his face dripping with semen – it was hanging in gooey strands from his nose and chin. A little later I saw the same queer getting fucked by a Mexican guy who looked like a street thug. The Mexican was slapping the white guy’s ass hard, just like you’d beat on a woman. He had his arms around the sissy’s body and was fucking him like a jackhammer. Suddenly the gangsta tensed and shouted out in pleasure as he ejaculated into the fairy’s ass hole. As he withdrew his cock from the bitch’s anus, Etlik Escort I could see that he hadn’t been wearing a condom. Semen bubbled up out of the gayboy’s anus and ran down his bare legs in thick streams. I saw that same faggot get fucked by at least 8 more guys that night. In fact, some dude was fuckin’ him when I left to go home, sometime after 1 a.m.

I was back at the arcade again last night. I spotted that one white faggot from the night before. He was leaning up against the wall, checking out everyone who entered. He was wearing nothing but a long tight tank top t-shirt, and a slave bandana tied Aunt Jemima style. Every time I’ve seen him outside of the booths, he’s wearing the bandana, a pair of work boots, and black socks. The t-shirt fit him kind of like a mini dress. He smiled at me and I nodded back. He came up to me and asked “You want a hot blow job, sweetie? I’ll make it real good, mister,” he said. “Take care of you straight up, sweet man.”

He was damn near begging. I told him maybe later, and he asked me if I was going to cum before I left. I told him that I probably would, and he said, “Just look me up and we’ll go in a booth and you can cum in my mouth – no sense wasting it on the floor… ok, sweet man?” the fairy begged.

God, but that fucker disgusted me. But I knew I’d be looking him up before I left. Like most of the arcade customers, I hung around the place watching porno for hours, then I’d jerk off just before leaving. If there was Etlik Escort Bayan a faggot around I’d cum in his mouth…and this bitch was literally begging for it. I hung out there for maybe an hour and a half watching porn. I checked my watch. Time to leave. I wanted to cum. I opened the door and looked out into the arcade. The sissy was out there, trying to hustle up every guy who came in. I snapped my fingers and the bitch came running. “You ready, sweet man?” he said.

I nodded and stepped out of the doorway so that the queen could come inside. He stripped off the tank top and was naked. His pale skin was covered with prison tattoos. There were gang symbols tattooed on his buttocks. I knew this pussy wasn’t no gangsta; he obviously must have belonged to the prison gang that had marked his body. He got down on his knees and I started to jerk off to the movie on the screen. The faggot looked up. “Please…can I suck it?”

I shook my head. I could feel my load getting close. “I’m gonna cum,” I said. “Where do you want it?”

“All over my face,” the queen said. OH FUCK! I stopped, squeezed my dick really hard near the base, and let it go. Sting after gooey string slopped all over the faggot’s face…it was in his eyes, hanging from his nose, half of it went in his mouth. I came until I shuddered and came back to reality. The faggot tried to suck the cum out of the head of my dick but I pulled back. “Keep your fuckin’ mouth off my dick, faggot!” I barked.

“Can I lick your hand clean at least?” he begged. It disgusted me, but I allowed the fuckin’ weirdo to lick the cum off my hand.

I left and walked outside into the crisp night air. The faggot had been right; jerking off on his face had been better than using the floor.

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A few years ago I had to go to Phoenix for a week long conference. I was sharing a hotel room with a coworker named Vicki. Vicki had gone to high school in Phoenix and still had quite a few old friends who lived there.

On our last day Vicki was out for the morning, and I was appreciating the privacy within our hotel room. I had just clicked on the coffee maker having just returned from my morning run. I took a look at the coffee pot as the first drops of coffee began to drip and decided that I could get in a quick shower before it was done.

Just as I had undressed and turned on the shower I heard someone knocking on the door. I put on my terry cloth robe and answered the door. It was Tim, one of Vicki’s friends from high school. I had met Tim earlier in the week.

“Hi Virginia, did I wake you guys up?” he said as he peered into the room. Tim was a decent looking guy, tall, thin, but muscular. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a loose fitting T-shirt. He had nice legs, and I surprised myself when I suddenly felt attracted to him.

“No, I was just gonna take a shower, and Vicki won’t be back for another hour,” I replied as I opened the door allowing him in. “She had to set up something at the conference center.” I walked back to the bathroom and turned off the shower.

“Damn! I completely forgot,” Tim said. “She was going to take me to breakfast this morning and I thought we could go early.”

“She’ll be back in about an hour. You want to wait? I just put on some coffee,” I offered from the bathroom. I glanced in the mirror and quickly brushed my hair back with my hand. My shower could wait until after Tim left with Vicki.

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind coming back.”

“Don’t be silly, you’d have to turn around to come back as soon as you get to your place,” I responded as I went over to pour two cups of coffee. “Have a seat.”

“Thanks.”

Tim sat down in the chair by the window and sipped Escort Eryaman his coffee. I began to tidy up a bit, picking up some of my dirty clothes and putting them in my suitcase. I pulled a People magazine off the night stand and tossed it on the table by Tim.

“Oh great, I get to see the worst dressers of the year!” He laughed, scanning the cover.

I smiled, took a sip of my coffee, and turned towards my bed. “You never know Tim, you might get some pointers.”

That got another laugh out of him. I set my coffee down and absent mindedly continued to tidy up the room. I crawled onto my bed and began to straighten my pillows and sheets up. I had one knee up on the bed and was reaching to tuck the sheet into the far corner when I suddenly realized that I most certainly was flashing Tim, with my robe being on the short side. I backed out as gracefully as possible while I casually glanced over my shoulder to see if he had been looking. Though his head was pointed down at the magazine, I was convinced I made eye contact with him. Tim kept his eyes on the magazine as I stood up. I casually pushed my robe down back to thigh level feeling a simultaneous rush of embarrassment and excitement. I had completely forgotten that I was bare underneath.

Tim’s eyes shot up at me and then back down to the magazine. I knew he had seen, and seen close up. The bed was only a few feet away from where he was sitting. Why did I feel so excited by this thought? I composed myself and tried to shake off the awkwardness of the moment.

“Well, talk about worst dressed” I said coolly, trying to make Tim at ease, “I guess nothing you’ve never seen before, right?”

Tim looked up at me and kind of gave a reassuring smile, but I could sense that he still felt a little awkward. I reached for my coffee stealing a glance at his crotch. His shorts were not tight, but the way he was sitting there was little left to the imagination as to what was Eryaman Escort underneath. Tim had a major erection that was trying to push out of his shorts. Tim read my eyes and tried to casually move the magazine to cover himself up.

“Is that what I think it is?” I asked feeling the sudden urge to tease Tim a little.

I saw him look down quickly and then back up. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. Tim again started to move the magazine to cover his lap when I again surprised us both. Without even thinking I reached out and placed my hand over his swollen penis that was straining the fabric. Tim sat motionless, and speechless, as I squeezed and rubbed him with both of my hands.

I did not say a word and did not look at his face, but intently stared at the what my hands were doing. His penis was now straightened into the twelve o’clock position and I ran my finger around the head which was now clearly outlined through his shorts. I could see a small amount of moisture seep through the fabric and could feel my own moisture forming in the warmth between my legs.

Tim cupped both of his hands around my breasts and began gently squeezing them through my robe, gently touching them in the most pleasurable way. As if snapped out of a daze, I then yanked his shorts down to his thighs. The action caused his penis to flop against his belly as it snapped back to attention, arcing a trail of pre cum across across my face. The unexpected warmth of the liquid on my skin sent me into a sexual frenzy, I pulled off my robe, and vaulted onto Tim.

Tim slid forward in the chair and leaned backward as I placed my knees on the edge of his chair, spreading my legs wide as I straddled him. I pressed my pelvis down firmly upon his and felt him at my entrance. I pushed my hips down enveloping his slick throbbing hard-on with my warm moist sex and gasped as I could feel the enlarged head of his penis slide deep inside me.

Tim Eryaman Escort Bayan reached up, his fingers teasing my erect nipples. I responded by tilting my head back and pressing my chest into his large hands. I slowly moved my torso from side to side, and rocked back and forth in a grinding fashion, stimulating myself against the base of his penis. Waves of heat raced up through my body as I again thrust my pelvis up and, down, deeper, and harder.

As my hands clenched the back of the chair, I dug my knees into the seat slowly lifting myself and descending back upon him. He tried to reciprocate the effort, but could barely move his hips. I rode him up and down in long deliberate strokes, careful not to rise too far, but just enough to where the head of his rock hard cock was parting my lips.

The moment was near. I felt as if I was going to burst. I was now, bouncing on Tim as fast as I could. My legs were burning, but I was so close to orgasm making me go faster and harder. Tim could no longer hold onto my breasts as they vigorously bounced in and out of his hands. He lowered his hands to my waist and spread is fingers around my ass. With one hand firmly on each cheek, Tim lifted and lowered me, complementing my own motion, like he was bouncing a ball onto his well lubricated shaft. I could tell Tim was about to cum. His breathing was heavy and rapid and he was now squeezing my cheeks hard, lifting and pulling me down faster and faster.

Tim’s panting turned into grunts as my moans increased in volume. His body stiffened pulling my ass down tightly to his body and held it there. I felt a sudden gush of moisture pulsate inside of me and I shuddered with euphoria as wave upon wave of pleasure cascaded throughout my body, both of us cumming at the same time.

I collapsed forward and laid across Tim’s semi prone body. I barely had enough time to catch my breathe or think about what I had just done when I heard someone walking up the stairs outside. Both of us bolted upright instantaneously. I put on my robe and Tim pulled up his shorts. We gave each other a glance that meant that this encounter was to be our little secret. I picked up my coffee just in time to face the door as Vicki entered.

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Hello, everybody. My name is Alimah Al-Wahid and I’m a young Black woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. My father Mohammed Al-Wahid is Somali and my mother Atifah is Tunisian, so I guess I’m mixed race but I consider myself Black rather than biracial. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, slim and fit, with light brown skin, light brown eyes and long curly Black hair. A lot of people wonder if I’m Hispanic or something but I always tell them that I am one hundred percent African. Why do I consider myself Black? Simply because that’s how I see myself. Black is beautiful. Black is powerful. Black is magnificent. Biracial is just…ugh. Not that there’s something wrong with that.

I was born in the City of Calgary, Province of Alberta, and consider myself a proud Canadian. These days, I attend Carleton University in the south end of Ottawa. I’m in the business administration program at the Sprott School of Business. A lot of people have a lot of opinions about hijab-wearing Somali girls like myself. Some people think we’re dumb, simplistic and submissive. Others think we’ve got something to hide. Almost all of them forget that underneath the cultural and religious differences, we’re normal women. I’m here to set the record straight once and for all. I’m twenty years old. I believe in having fun whenever I can. If you don’t like it, you can kiss my truly fabulous Somali ass. It’s my life!

Right now, I’m lying in bed next to this handsome Haitian stud named Pierre Lafortune. He is oh so dreamy. Picture this, if you will. A six-foot-four, muscular and well-built young Black man with smooth chocolate skin, curly Black hair and light brown eyes. Pierre was born in Quartier Morin, a small town in Escort Sincan Northern Haiti, and raised in the City of Calgary, Province of Alberta. He recently transferred to Carleton University from the University of Alberta. My fellow Albertan doesn’t much care for the province of Ontario and I can’t really blame him. The so-called City of Ottawa is really a small town with not much in the way of entertainment whereas Calgary is a really fun town. I ought to know because I vacation there every damn year. My father Mohammed Al-Wahid is a Constable with the Albertan Provincial Police. My mother Atifah Warsama Al-Wahid is a regional manager at New Wave Book Store. We do alright for ourselves. Just another racially diverse Canadian family trying to achieve the North American dream while remaining true to our respective cultures and faith. That’s all.

I was so thrilled to meet a fellow Albertan in the City of Ottawa. My sexy boyfriend Pierre is really cute and he’s so good to me. A lot of Somali girls in Ottawa won’t date men who aren’t Somali and they definitely don’t go for guys who aren’t Muslim. Me? I’m not like that. If Muslim guys can date or even marry any woman they want, then I say that as a Muslim woman I can do the same thing. My boyfriend is Christian and I am a Muslim woman. Get over it. There is this high-profile Arab-American female city in the States who’s married to a Jewish-American congressman. They have a brat together. Former U.S. President Bill Clinton officiated at their wedding himself. Muslim men the world over got mad because this Arab-American lady did the unthinkable. She married a man who wasn’t Muslim and didn’t make him convert to Islam. Big fucking deal. Muslim men have enjoyed Sincan Escort the double standard in our religion for far too long. They don’t own us. We can do whatever we want. Especially since we’re living in the Western world now. We live by North American and European laws which really favor women, instead of the phallocentric doctrines of Sharia Law, which treat men like kings and women like slaves.

Anyhow, Pierre is fast asleep because I really wore him out. Does that surprise you? It really shouldn’t. Just because I’m a Somali chick who wears the hijab ( and some tight pants) doesn’t mean that I’m a repressed prude who doesn’t believe in having fun. I have been dating Pierre for six months now and honestly, I felt that it was high time the two of us actually got physical. And I did have a lot of wicked fun with Pierre. I laid the handsome Haitian stud in my bed and got him naked. Then I licked him from his head to his toes. I like Haitian men. They are really good in bed, true, but they’re also really nice underneath their macho exteriors.

In all honesty, I’ve never gone out with a Haitian man who wasn’t a gentleman. My ex-boyfriend Youssef was Somali and he cheated on me with this fat White chick named Marguerite. Before him I dated this Lebanese guy named Khaled who cheated on me with a Jamaican chick. See what I mean about Muslim men? They’re all cheaters, and they think double standards are fun. Well, today the joke’s on them. Muslim women in North America and Europe are starting to date and even marry men who aren’t Muslim. And there’s absolutely nothing Muslim men can do about it. Unless they want to get sent to pound-me-in-the-ass prison.

Anyhow, where was I? Oh, yes. I Sincan Escort Bayan was freaking this sexy Haitian stud. I licked every inch of Pierre’s sexy body. Especially his deliciously long and thick, uncircumcised cock. Now, since he was uncut, and I’m a Muslim chick, Pierre thought I would object to going down on him. I had a lot of fun sucking on his thick cock and hairy balls. I made him moan. Then I asked him to return the favor. The sexy Haitian stud spread my thighs, and gave my pussy a good licking. His tongue darted into my tight pussy, followed by his fingers. Oh, shit. Pierre really knew his way around the pussy. He made me scream with pleasure as he worked his magic on me. Hot damn. Oh, yeah. See what I told you about Haitian men? They’re awesome in bed! After giving my pussy a good licking, Pierre put on a condom and gave me a good dicking. He slid his cock inside of me, and I welcomed him. I wrapped my arms around him as Pierre began pumping his dick inside of me. I love the feel of a hard dick in my pussy.

In fact, the only thing I like more than a hard dick in my pussy is one in my ass. Lucky for me, Pierre was down with that. I got on all fours and spread my ass cheeks for him. Pierre lubricated my asshole with Aloe Cream, then slid his cock into my asshole. Hot damn. I licked my lips as Pierre began working his dick into my ass. He took his sweet time, allowing my anal muscles to relax as he thrust his cock inside of me. Oh, man. I loved the feel of Pierre’s hard dick in my asshole and if loving it was wrong then I didn’t want to be right. We went at it until I couldn’t take it anymore. And it took me a good half hour of ass pounding excitement to get there. Afterwards, I collapsed in Pierre’s arms and kissed him passionately. I love my Haitian boyfriend, ladies and gentlemen. He’s a Christian. I’m a Muslim woman. We’re happy together, and we have all kinds of hot, naughty fun. Who cares if the world disagrees? I don’t give a flying fuck what they think!

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Intro: The exploits of a man whose given name fit him perfectly, Randy, and he certainly was that. He was a high-school history teacher and coach until he hit the lottery and retired early at 52. While he was not averse to returning flirtatious quips from the girls in his classes, he did avoid giving in to the urge, telling the more enticing of them to, “come see me after you graduate.” Some did, but these stories deal with his life after hitting it big and building two houses; one along a river bluff 45 miles inland from the Atlantic Ocean and another on a secluded portion of the Northern Outer Banks, both equipped with playrooms. And he still had over a hundred million to spare. All characters are 18+ years of age. All stories can stand alone, but reading the series gives added insights and descriptions as it unfolds.

Synopsis: MILF pimps daughters for another shot

May, 2017 – OBX House

Part I – Friday night thru Saturday morning – Hannah

Having decided to spend most of May at the Outer Banks, Randy had already had one hook-up out on the islands and now found himself battling crowded traffic in Kill Devil Hills on the Friday before Memorial Day. He loved the solitude that the winter months provided out there and tried to avoid the crowds from Easter until Labor Day by staying close by his house on the northern end. But he did venture out for supplies and most evening meals as inconspicuously as possible in an old pick-up. The only hiccup in his method of operation was that his favorite upscale restaurant was in the heart of the bustle about half an hour away and he always dressed up when he went there.

He had been eating supper there on Thursdays through Saturdays since right after that hook-up because there was a sweet little waitress of Hispanic descent named Maria. She was going into her senior year of college and was trying to make money for expenses as she had earned a scholarship for her tuition. They had engaged in conversations as she waited his table each night, but there had been no flirting. Randy had begun to show up at the opening hour and request the same table in her section, tipping her generously.

It was just before the five o’clock opening and he was dressed in a cream guayabera shirt, khakis, and oiled boat shoes as he parked the Lincoln in the parking lot and headed to the door of the gray-painted wooden structure that looked more like someone’s home than a restaurant. He got into line just inside the doors behind three females, seemingly a mother and two daughters and admired their deeply tanned and toned physiques as they waited for the hostess. The mother was the shortest of the three and as she turned to talk with her daughters and he saw her in profile, Randy experienced a flashback from the past.

Her name was Hannah and she had been a student at the first high school he had taught at twenty-some years ago. After she had graduated, they had run into each other at a college football game where she was furthering her education. They ended up leaving before the first quarter ended and Randy had contributed to that education by fucking her for most of her first year in college until she had met a frat boy and stopped calling him. He thought she ended up marrying the fraternity guy, but wasn’t sure.

It was while Randy was recalling how much she liked it in the ass that he was brought back to the present when two arms embraced his waist and he looked down on the maybe five-foot mom with the blonde highlights in her brown hair and smiled.

“Hello Hannah, been a long time.”

She greeted him in return and squeezed him tight, her daughters looking on in either wonder or embarrassment; Randy couldn’t tell which. They both were naturally blonde, one about 5′ 4″ and the other between mom and sister. The tall one was very thin but not anorexic and the other was, Randy searched for the word in his mind and settled on magnificent.

The reunion was interrupted by Diane, the long-time hostess, who asked Hannah how many were in her party, but then the hostess noticed Randy, said hello to him by name, and asked, “Are these ladies with you?”

Hannah looked at him, “Are you eating alone or are we with you?”

“Alone was the plan, but plans can change,” Randy replied.

Hannah looked back to the hostess, “Party of four,” and Randy saw the slight arch in her daughters’ eyebrows despite their smiles.

“My usual table please Diane,” Randy addressed the hostess.

“Very well, follow me,” and they did; Randy bringing up the rear and admiring the trio in their sundresses. She seated them and announced, “Maria will be your waitress.”

It was a square table and Randy sat with his back to the wall, Hannah on his right and the tallest daughter on his left. The bombshell sat facing him with her back to the room. Every time she breathed her entire chest moved and he wondered if the party balloons were real.

“I can’t believe we’ve run into each other after all these years,” Hannah was exuberant as she clasped his hand Escort Ankara on the table.

Randy pointedly looked at each of her daughters and replied, “Twenty-five years and it looks like they have blessed you,” and the mom introduced him to the young ladies.

“This is my oldest, Mina,” she said, nodding to the tall one, “She just graduated from my old college. And this is Ellie,” she added taking the hand of the babe in front of him. “She’s my second-born and will be a junior at Chapel Hill.”

Randy said hello to each, calling them by name as Hannah told them that he was once her teacher in high school and had become a ‘good friend’ while she was in college. Randy could tell by the facial expressions the girls knew what ‘good friend’ meant; but he could not ascertain their endorsement, disapproval, or indifference. He did notice that both daughters had inherited their mother’s sapphire blue eyes.

Maria arrived and welcomed them, took their drink orders, and then departed to fill them. Before she came back Randy learned that Hannah also had a son just entering high school in addition to the daughters. Mina was 22 and Ellie was 20 and from the questions they tossed to mom it became clear they were wary of Randy, but also intrigued by this man from their mother’s past. He also was amused that Maria had not carded them and Ellie was a year shy of drinking age.

He asked Hannah if they were on the island alone. “Yes, we took a girls’ week out here to celebrate the end of their semester. How about you?”

Randy hesitated, “I have a second home up past Corolla, so I’m out here about a third of the year at various times. Are your husband and son joining you for the weekend?”

Maria returned and stalled Hannah’s reply with wine all around for the females and a sweet tea for Randy, commenting that it was the first time she had seen him with company.

“Yes, this is an old friend from long ago and her lovely daughters. We just happened to run into each other coming in from the parking lot.”

“Aww, that’s nice! Have we decided on dinner or would you need more time?” the tanned blonde replied with a smile, the slightest Hispanic accent in her voice.

They all ordered and as Maria departed Hannah took a large sip of her wine and turned to him, “Divorced a year ago. My son stays with me, but he’s with his father this week,” and she tried to hide the wink she sent him.

He watched as the questions returned from the two daughters, occasionally directed to him. He perceived that the girls had a special relationship with their mother. He found the oldest, Mina, to be extroverted and she seemed worldly; while the younger, Ellie, came off as reserved and much more shy. They both were sorority types, and he could tell they were used to a life of money. They mentioned doing community service during their conversations, and Randy learned that Mina had graduated with a business degree and Ellie was studying communications.

He thought to himself that he would enjoy showing the daughters their inner minx as he sized all three up while they conversed. Hannah’s body he was very intimate with and she had obviously worked hard at keeping it in shape. Mina was about 32B-22-30, with blonde hair just past her shoulders and a mischievous smile. Her face was thin like her body. Ellie had a thick blonde mane that came midway her back and was every bit of 34DD-24-34. Randy had the feeling that she had no idea what she was capable of sexually and while she may not be a virgin, anyone she had fucked did not know what they were doing. Her face was fuller than her mother or sister as her figure was fuller also. As he studied them more he realized that they all three shared the same smile, the same eyes, and the same small dimple in the middle of their squared chins.

They were all lovely ladies and his mind drifted back to the good times with Hannah as the women continued to talk. In the middle of the thought, his intuition crystallized and told him that there would eventually be something more than casual between he and the younger daughter. Randy wasn’t sure what it would be, but he knew deep inside it would be something.

Their food came and the conversation lightened as they ate, the girls finishing first. Randy noticed they were growing antsy and so did their mom. “If you two want to go ahead to the car, Randy and I will finish up and be out in a few minutes.”

They said their goodbyes politely and had barely gotten outside when they turned to each other and agreed, “You know mama fucked him,” and smiled all the way to the car, continuing their sisterly banter.

When they had walked away, Randy turned to Hannah, “Those are two lovely young ladies, you did well.”

“Yes they are, thanks for noticing. They’re like me. Mina is a little on the wild side and Ellie is just finding herself, kinda like I was when we ran into each other at the ball game. Speaking of which, do you remember ‘la petite mort’?”

Randy instantly smiled at the nibble, “The little Ankara Escort death? Yeah, I remember you bringing it up. Let’s see, something along the lines of climaxing doesn’t just trigger a physical release but also a spiritual release that puts one in a state of altered consciousness briefly. That what you are referring to?”

“That’s it. Being with you back then sent me to look up that kinda stuff and that’s what I found, la petite mort,” and she deftly shifted the conversation, “So, what are you doing the rest of the night?”

“I have no plans,” he replied.

“How about you and I go to your place and see if it still applies?” and she cozied up to him smiling seductively.

Randy smiled back at her and nodded his head to Maria for the check and then asked Hannah, “How do you know your daughters are like you?”

She shook her head, “A mother knows; besides, we have no secrets between us. I raised them that everything would always be on the table and that there was no shame in sex if you did it right.”

It was then Randy decided to again make a play with house money, it was no real loss if it didn’t pay off. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll make you a deal. You can come home with me tonight on one condition.”

Hannah’s eyes widened and she wet her lips and answered without hesitation, “Alright, what’s the condition?”

“For this one weekend only I’ll play with you, but only if I get the daughters as well. You tonight, Mina tomorrow afternoon, Ellie tomorrow night and if they go all the way then you can come back Sunday morning for seconds.”

Hannah’s mouth was agape in momentary shock and he reached over to close it with his forefinger under her chin just before Maria arrived with the check. She was silent and obviously thinking furiously as he paid the bill in cash with a 40% tip.

When Maria had left for the final time, Randy sat and looked at Hannah until she gave her decision.

“I can’t speak for them, they would have to agree, but I will talk with them about it as soon as we get back to the house. Why do you want them?”

Randy gave her the answer stoically as he counted off the reasons on his fingers, “First, because like you, they are hot as hell. Second, because I want to release their inner freak, like I did with you and by the way, you just confirmed by your request that it still lives and breathes inside you after all these years. Third, because you took up with that fraternity guy and stopped calling me all those years ago and fourth, just because I want to fuck them. That last one is the most important reason.”

He paused for only a second and when she started to speak, he held up a finger that indicated he wasn’t finished. “I must let you know however, in full disclosure, I am much edgier and rougher than I was 25 years ago. I have found that I enjoy taking women to their sexual edge and then pushing them past it. Now, if they agree, make sure they are smooth as a baby’s butt, no landing strips. You as well for that matter. Also, have your ass ready for me, the girls as well. And they must agree, you must tell them what they are in for.”

Hannah sniffed and then looked straight at him, her head tilted and propped in her hand, “The bare part won’t be a problem. We all got waxes before we came out here,” and she paused before becoming brutally honest, “That frat boy became their dad. I’d grown accustomed to vanilla sex from him and that’s a big part of why we are divorced. When I saw you on the way in, I immediately tingled inside because I remembered how wild and free you were in the sack. Mina won’t be a problem, I’m certain she will jump at the chance. Ellie will take more convincing, she’s more,” and she paused briefly, “reserved.”

Randy wrote his address and cell number on the back of his copy of the dinner check, “That’s my place, it’s about 30 minutes from here but you probably need to allow at least 35 or 40 with the traffic. Text me when you leave, if you leave. But don’t come if both do not agree,” and he rose from the table and escorted Hannah outside. Her car was on the opposite side of the lot. He enveloped her in his arms and kissed her deeply.

The girls viewed the kiss from 100 feet away and watched their mom as she said goodbye to the man they both were curious about and then she walked toward them, obviously restless. When she arrived, she gave them both a pained smile, “Let’s go, we need to talk.”

Randy drove home and thought back to Hannah naked and riding him in her dorm room, her 34Ds with the thick nipples bouncing. She had been an enthusiastic fuck who he had introduced to anal sex and she had become enamored with it. They had graduated to light bondage and some kinkier aspects in their last month together before she had succumbed to the Greek guy and before Randy had really started to push her buttons. Nowadays he did not wait in his manipulations, he started them from the beginning. She was in her mid-40s, but she had taken care of herself as was obvious by her abs and ass. He would Ankara Escort Bayan enjoy showing her some of his new methods of enjoyment, but it was the daughters he was hoping to relish and ravish.

*

Hannah was silent all the way back to the rented house. The girls gave each other nervous looks of concern because, other than the aftermath of the divorce, their mom was usually bright and sunny and now she seemed sullen.

As she parked the car, she told them, “I need to see you both in the living room, we have to talk about Randy,” and she got out of the car and headed in.

Ellie looked to her older sister, “Did he say something to hurt her?”

The more worldly Mina shook her head, “Not the way they kissed when they departed, something else is up. Let’s find out what it is,” and they also exited and rushed inside.

The girls came in and stood by as their mother poured herself a glass of wine. Hannah stood at the bar and faced them across it as she began, “Don’t interrupt me, okay? I want to get all of this out at one time. Since you both were old enough to know about such things, we’ve never had any secrets. About life, about love, or about sex. When I was a freshman in college, Randy and I had a thing for about eight months.” She paused, laughed, and took a big gulp of the white. “Hell, who am I kidding, we fucked each other silly.”

Mina and Ellie looked at each other and exchanged glances that said, ‘We guessed that one right.’

“Randy was the first one who ever fucked my ass. Truth be told, he was the best fuck of my life, and it ain’t close.”

Ellie, couldn’t hold back her interruption, “What? Better than dad?”

Hannah looked at her, “Oh my sweet Ellie. Yes, much better than your dad. Your father was a good man and an excellent father but, in the bed, he was very boring and that’s the major reason we divorced as I told you when it happened. The sad thing is, since the divorce I haven’t had any sex that was worth a damn.”

“Why don’t you go fuck him?” the eldest daughter Mina asked.

Hannah took another large sip of the wine and came around the bar, “Well, I offered. And he said I could,” and both girls entreated her to go.

“There’s a catch.”

“What’s the catch?” the youngest, Ellie, this time.

“He’ll only fuck me if he gets to fuck both of you as well,” both girls were shocked, mouths open, as their mother continued, “Me tonight; you Mina, tomorrow afternoon; and you, Ellie tomorrow night. But only if we all three agree. It’s all of us or none of us. If you both say yes, then he said I could come back Sunday morning.”

Mina was the first to speak, “Hell yeah, I’ll go! He’s cute.”

“He’s also old enough to be your grandfather,” her mother chimed in.

Ellie was silent.

“And I should warn you, his dick is really big. Like huge, big,” Hannah added. “And he says he’s grown to like the, ah,” and she took another sip and looked off into nothing, “rougher aspects of fucking.”

Ellie was still silent, and Mina excitedly turned to her, “Com’on sis, I want to, mom needs to; I know you’re picky and all, but you still like sex. Loosen up and live a little.”

Ellie turned to her sister and started to answer, but no words came, and she ceased trying and sat on one of the bar stools.

Mina came to her and rubbed her back, “Just think sis, we can share an experience with mom, feel what she’s felt and wants to feel again. Some things in life, you grab them when you can. Give it a chance, but whatever you decide, I’ll still love you,” and she left for her room.

Hannah went to her youngest daughter, a beautiful 20-year-old woman that she was so proud of and took her hand in her own, “I’ll text Randy and call it all off if you’re uncomfortable with any of it. Don’t feel forced, but what Mina said is true, it’s a one-time deal. If you decide to pass on it then she’ll get over it,” and she paused for a second before adding, “and I will too.”

Ellie was steady, but obviously anxious as she responded to her mother, “It’s just that it’s so unexpected and out of nowhere. We were gonna have dinner. We run into him. I was so pumped and happy for you. And then this? Plus, you had to say something about how big he is, and that’s got me nervous. I’m not totally opposed to the idea. I just am not sure I’m ready yet to be as totally uninhibited as you and Mina.”

“Baby, I was just like you when he and I started. He was one of my teachers and my boyfriend in high school played football for him. I thought he was hot, but too scared to do anything. Like you I wasn’t opposed to the idea, I was inhibited. Then I went off to college. It was the first home college game and my roommate had gone home for the weekend. I spied him standing along the fence in the end zone before the game started and I went down to say hello.”

“Were you drunk?”

“Well, I’d had a few, so that had something to do with it. Anyway, we start talking and the fence gets crowded and then the game starts, so he lets me stand at the fence and he’s behind me and for some reason I tried to rub my ass back on him.” They both laughed. “Yeah, I know, I’m too short. I ended up rubbing the middle of my back on him. Anyway, he doesn’t react and I’m thinking ‘He’s not interested.'”

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As you arrive home you see a solid white candle sitting on the doorstep, its been lit and its glow emphasises the envelope propped against it. Its bright red and they’ve both been there a while, a few drops of white wax almost cover the name “Ben” written on the front.

You smile as you recognise the handwriting as mine, instantly wondering what it is I’m up to. As you open the envelope you catch a whiff of my perfume. Bringing the envelope to your nose you smell it stronger and realise I’ve sprayed my perfume on it. Inside is a bright red piece of paper that simply reads “I hope you’ve got lots of energy, you’ll need it.”

You open the front door and step inside. Theres complete darkness except for more candles, marking a path through the living room. Near the door to the hallway is another red card, sitting atop a red giftbox. “Put them on” the card says. The ‘them’ it refers to is the black silk boxers in the box. You pause and quickly take off your clothes, careful to avoid the candles. Slipping into the boxers they slide over your skin like a lovers touch. You can’t help but be reminded of my touch and you feel a stirring in your boxers.

The candles trail down the hallway and end at a door near the end. Your bedroom door. You walk down the hallway, tingling more and more as you get to your bedroom. Slowly opening the door you look inside. More candles, atop every surface in your bedroom, the only light in the darkness. The bed is freshly made, the covers drawn back invitingly. On your bedside table is an assortment of fun things. As you move to it you see a bottle of edible massage oil (strawberry flavoured), a vibrator (you recognise it as mine), a feather duster and some handcuffs. On the other bedside table is a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries, whipped cream in a can, a champagne flute and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket.

But Escort Ankara where am I? You wonder as you take in the assortment of goodies near the bed and already begin to fantasise about what you’ll do with them. You hear a soft cough and turn. I stand in the doorway wearing a hot pink nighty, my hair loose around my shoulders, my feet bare. I smile slowly and my eyes twinkle. “Hi Baby. How was your day?” Walking toward you I stop a foot away and grin. “I thought you could use a little stress relief, or something.”

Winking at you I continue past you to sit on the bed, leaning against the pillows. Picking up a strawberry I bite into it, some of the juice staying on my lips. I look into your eyes and lick my lips, my piercing showing as the tip of my tongue cleans the juice and chocolate away.

You seem frozen on the spot and I’m unsure if its a good thing or a bad. But I want you here with me, I want to feel your body against mine. Picking up the champagne I bring the bottle to my lips and take a sip, some of it spilling over my breasts as they press against the satin of my nighty.

This seems to spur you into action because you’re instantly beside me, kneeling on the bed with your face pressed into my breasts. The roughness of your stubble makes me tingle as your lips and tongue begin to lean the bubbles off my skin. I quickly put the bottle down and my hands return to your head, fingers clenching in your hair as you begin to tease my breasts.

My nipples press against the nighty, hard and insistent, dying for your touch. I moan with approval as you push the straps of my nighty down my arms and take one of my nipples between your lips. The roughness of your teeth as they nibble is soothed by the caress of your lips and I find myself squirming beneath your touch. I let you have your fun for a few minutes more, but then its my Ankara Escort turn. This is after all about me relieving your stress.

I hold your body to mine and roll, straddling your hips as I push you into the pillows. Smiling down at you I realise we’ve said little, but words aren’t necessary right now. I reach for another strawberry, licking my lips in anticipation. I trace one nipple, then the other with the chocolately tip. Painting your skin with chocolate and strawberry residue. I trace patterns over your torso, painting your nipples and chest, painting the contours of your stomach and ribs.

I grin as I look at my handiwork, my hands at your sides as I lean in and begin to clean you up. I alternate between using just the tip of my tongue and then broad, flat strokes of my tongue that tease you with my piercing. I kiss and lick and occasionally nibble every ince of your skin, finally cleaning you of all traces of chocolate. Each moan, sharp intake of breath or squirm you make only spurs me on to tease you. I soon feel your hardness throbbing through your boxers and I take advantage of it, grinding against you with every chance I get. Teasing us both as nothing but the fabric of your boxers prevents us from coming together.

I hear you growl and suddenly you grab my wrists. Holding my hands as you spin me once more. I gasp as suddenly you’re on top of me, pressing your hard cock against my sex. I arch my back, pushing down onto you in longing. Any plans I’d had for you, any ideas that had occured to me are forgotten as I realise I just need you. I want to feel your hard cock sliding into my wetness, making love to me, fucking me with pure abandon.

Still holding my wrists above my head with one of your hands you push your boxers down with the other. I watch as your cock springs free, hard and proud as it brushes against my Ankara Escort Bayan thigh. I squirm some more, opening my legs to show you I’m more than ready for you. My sex is glistening wet and inviting you to enter. But you have other ideas. I watch as you grip your cock with your free hand and slide the head over my sex and towards my clit. The swollen head of your cock spanking my clit as I moan and press against it. Squirming against your hands as they hold me.

Then as I gasp and moan, you slide inside me, giving me no warning. Thrusting hard into me you let my hands go leaving them free for me to grip your arms, my fingernails digging into your skin. You begin to fuck me, theres no pretence, no romanticism, though I know you care for me, I also know that right now we need this animalistic fucking. I wrap my legs around your hips, and grind into you. Meeting each thrust of your hips with a responding one of my own. We’re moving in unison, in and out, to and fro, back and forth. Lost in the rhythm we’re creating as each of us gets closer and closer to release.

I can feel you throbbing in me, feel the the fire welling in between my legs and I know it wont be long. My fingernails dig into your back as I scratch up and down your spine. Biting at your neck I begin to whisper into your ear, a combination of words of endearment and dirty suggestions for future fucks.

Suddenly you thrust hard into me and arch your back, moaning loudly as I feel your cock spurting deep inside me. I’m barely holding on and this sets me over the edge. I push down onto your cock and moan loudly. Gasping as my orgasm shatters through my body. My breasts heave, nearly falling out of the nighty. My sex spasming aorund yours.

You call onto me, you body hot and damp against mine. Still breathless I hold you and gasp for air. Our bodies tingling in the afterglow. Slowly, slowly we come down off the high and begin to become aware of each other. I stroke your back as you lie against me, enjoying the way you feel.

As I feel my body returning to normal I whisper into your ear “Well that was a lovely entree.. now for the main course..”

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As Mark quietly trudged through the sand to Katelyn’s bungalow in the dark, he couldn’t help but think about the lecture he had given his students two weeks ago in his classroom. He had stressed to them the importance of not breaking any of the cardinal rules while on their service trip to the Pacific Coast of Costa Rica: no drugs, no alcohol, no fighting, and absolutely 100% no sex. Doing so would result in immediate removal from the trip and a expedited flight back to Maryland.

With each step he could hear himself saying to students and their parents that such behavior would not be tolerated. You are representing the school and the larger school community, he stated resolutely. He was sure this stern speech would be enough to deter any misbehavior on the part of his students. It never crossed his mind that he might be the one breaking the most serious of his rules.

But there he was, dodging crabs and rocks as he walked from the front of the hotel property where he was staying to the back, where his district mandated female chaperone was staying. Katelyn had volunteered to go on the trip quite eagerly. She was 35 and had never traveled out of the country and felt the need for some adventure after a messy breakup with her long term boyfriend.

Up until their second day working in the mangroves in the heat, Mark had never really thought of Katelyn as anything other than a colleague. Of course he recognized her attractiveness. She was quite petite, just 5’3″ and maybe 110lbs, with strawberry blonde hair. Her chest wasn’t anything remarkable, nor was her bottom. But she kept fit and could fill out any number of the dresses she wore to school.

At one point in time Katelyn had actually been a mentor of sorts to Mark. His first year teaching was her third, and his district assigned mentor had been flaky all year. Like Mark, Katelyn was a career changer, which led to a more natural partnership given their similarities. She provided invaluable advice during his first years in the classroom.

So the fact that he was now sneaking across the palm tree covered hotel property under the cover of night while the waves of the Pacific Ocean crashed onto the beach a dozen yards away was all the more exhilarating. At 35, Katelyn was 7 years Mark’s senior. The age difference only added to the exhilaration. Up until this point Mark had only ever been with women his own age or very close to it. What would it be like, he wondered as he snuck past the last of the student-occupied bungalows to where the female chaperones were staying.

When he got to room 43, he knocked 4 times, pausing between the first 2, just like they had talked about before starting their nightly room checks for their group of 20 students.

Katelyn answered the door in athletic shorts and a sports bra, the very outfit that sparked the initial desire in Mark in the mangroves yesterday. They had been working in the heat for hours alongside their student group, filling planters with fertile swamp mud and stuffing them with young mangrove seedlings. It was impossible not to be covered in a mixture of sweat, mud, and sunscreen.

At some point in the afternoon, everyone began removing their mud caked clothing, revealing bathing suits underneath for most of the students. This was no big deal as they had been hanging at the beach or pool when they weren’t toiling away in the mud. But when Katelyn took off her crop top to reveal a low cut purple sports bra, Mark was a little taken aback. Katelyn took notice of Mark’s attention. It flattered her that someone might ogle at her, as her recent breakup had really taken a toll on her confidence. She made sure to stay within Mark’s view as she continued to work.

Mark was suddenly acutely aware of just how attractive Katelyn was, and it took a lot of mental effort for it not to show in the form of a bulge Travesti from his board shorts. He resolved to add the image of a sweaty and muddy Katelyn to the back of his mind for use later in the evening when everyone had gone to bed.

When they had finished their work in the mangrove for the day, they cleaned up by taking a dip in the Pacific. The group of students led the charge across the sand, eager to wash away the grime before heading back to their bungalows to clean up for dinner. As Mark and Katelyn watched their students run unabashed through the sand, they drifted a little closer to one another. There was a certain spark between them, enhanced by the beauty of their surroundings.

Katelyn broke the rising tension, joking that she hadn’t had this much mud on her body since an ill advised wrestling match with a college roommate. Mark laughed nervously, not fully aware that Katelyn was flirting with him, trying to gauge his interest. She tried again, this time stating that she couldn’t wait to strip out of her clothes and wash the mud and grime from her body. This got Mark’s attention, as evidenced by the “wow” expression his face shifted to.

By now the students were totally enamored with the ocean and Mark and Katelyn had a wide section of the beach to themselves. Katelyn took advantage of their near solitude to let Mark know she saw him ogling her in the swamp earlier. Mark tried to play dumb for maybe a millisecond before coming clean. “Of course I was staring, how could I not? That outfit is amazingly sexy, even if it’s mostly caked in mud.” Katelyn, encouraged by her colleague’s use of sexy to describe her, countered by acknowledging the growing bulge in Mark’s shorts.

The sexual tension was reaching a breaking point when all of a sudden a wall of teenage squealing moved their way from the beach. The student group was refreshed and re-energized by the cool ocean and wanted to scour the area for fresh fruits to eat and iguanas to marvel at. Mark and Katelyn quickly shifted into chaperone mode and joined the students on their adventure.

The tension was completely gone by the time the group settled into dinner at the hotel that night. Everyone was exhausted from the physical day spent in the swamp. They all turned in early that night in order to be fresh for their trip down the coast to a national park for a day of fun and relaxation. But Mark was unsettled as he tried to fall asleep. He kept having flashes of Katelyn working in her sports bra, sweating in the mangrove. He decided the only way to get some sleep was to masturbate. It didn’t take long for him to reach his orgasm, unloading into some tissues in his bungalow bathroom, sweating and breathing heavily from the heat of the night. He climbed back into bed and nodded off to a post-orgasm slumber

The next morning the group boarded their bus. Most everyone was bleary eyed and looking a little lethargic. They were hoping to sleep some more on the two hour ride to their destination. Mark and Katelyn settled into their seats next to one another, something not unusual for the trip as they used the down time to discuss the day’s itinerary. Only this time that was the furthest thing from both of their minds.

Katelyn broke the tension again, saying that she had the hardest time getting to sleep, even though she was physically exhausted. Mark nodded, not sure of his next move. Was she just being friendly and making conversation? Or was she continuing yesterday’s sexually charged flirtation? Should he tell her that he nodded off to sleep after images of her chest led him to orgasm? Surely no, that would be crossing a line, he thought. But before he could muster a response, Katelyn smirked and said good thing I can get off quickly and quietly! Mark’s cheeks flushed with the thought of his colleague getting off, and Katelyn could sense the Antalya Travesti excitement. She placed her hand on Mark’s leg, near the end of his board shorts, then whispered “did you think about me too?” in his ear.

Mark’s face went totally red. What was happening right now? Is Katelyn really coming on to him on a bus full of teenagers who they are in charge of chaperoning? But before he could process the situation any further, a student tapped on his shoulder and alerted him that another student was feeling sick and needed some motion sickness medication.

Katelyn, noticing Marks inability to get up from his seat, happily jumped across him and got the medication from the first aid kit. She spent the rest of the ride comforting the student, leaving Mark at the front of the bus to ponder what would happen next.

The group enjoyed their time in the national park, but had split into two groups wanting to see and do different things. This left Mark in charge of one group and Katelyn the other. When they met up at the bus mid afternoon, all the tension of the morning was gone, erased by the duties of being a chaperone of teenagers in a foreign country.

But luckily the student had exhausted themselves and slept most of the way back to their hotel. This gave Mark and Katelyn the chance to rekindle some of the excitement from the morning. Only this time there was no hesitation or second guessing by Mark. He had taken the day to think about the last 24 hours and decided he should make a move. He slipped a piece of paper into Katelyn’s hand that simply read “your room, 1 am”. It had to be her bungalow – his was too close to the main lodge where students might try to sneak out to after room checks for some ping pong or cards or whatever teenagers who can’t drink or hook up do.

Katelyn felt her thighs twitch as a wetness formed between her legs. She had been leading him on all morning and most of yesterday. She was surprised by his newfound confidence, as she had been in control thus far. But at least he had finally taken the bait. All that was left was to iron out the details. No one else could know or even be suspicious that the pair were plotting a late night rendezvous. The rest of the ride was mostly silent, both contemplating what was about to happen. The awkward silence was only broken by the familiar cry for motion sickness medication, which Mark was happy to doll out this time.

Dinner was waiting for the group upon their return to the hotel. Mark and Katelyn had agreed to proceed with the evening as usual. Eat dinner with a different group of students, return to their room for a shower, and then relax in their own way. Mark had become accustomed to laying in a hammock and gazing at the night sky through the palm trees, while Katelyn laid close by reading on her iPad. Students came and went, some with questions, some checking in before they headed to their bungalows fo

They stayed this way until 11:30, when they started their rounds to make sure everyone was in their room and settled in for the night. When they were finished, they met back at the main lodge to debrief the check in. All was good with the girls according to Katelyn. All was good with the guys according to Mark. It was almost time. But they needed a signal – students had been known to knock on doors in need of things like toilet paper, ibuprofen, tampons, whatever. They needed to be certain. They agreed on 2 knocks, a pause, and 2 more knocks.

Mark and Katelyn returned to their respective rooms to await their 1 am meeting time. Mark updated the group’s Instagram page with pictures from the day. Katelyn continued reading, although not getting very far. The ticking clock in her bungalow was like torture as she could feel the excitement making her warm and wet.

Around 12:50 am Mark quietly left his bungalow and set Bursa Travesti off through the sand for Katelyn’s, being careful to avoid the crabs that seemed to conjure on the hotel property at night. About the same time, Katelyn turned her iPad off and quickly changed into her sports bra and shorts from the previous day. In a moment’s notice it was the best she could do, having not packed anything sexier and wanting to be at least somewhat decent in case a student crashed the party with some random request. It had the added bonus of being what initially caught Mark’s attention.

She heard the 4 knocks on her door and jumped from the bed, pausing a moment to compose herself before quietly opening the door. Mark looked so irresistible in that moment, his slender 6 ft frame posing in the doorway, blocking the moonlight from above. She grabbed his hand and pulled him in quickly, closing the door almost too loudly in the process.

From that point on all the awkwardness of the past day and a half faded away. It was pure heat between them. Mark tenderly grabbed Katelyns neck and planted his lips on hers, his tongue probing for hers and she melted into him. They knew this had to happen fast. They couldn’t risk going slow and being caught by some prying teenager.

Katelyn quickly stripped from her outfit and then tugged at Mark’s waistband. He obliged and stepped out of his board shorts to reveal an erection that had been building since earlier this morning. They embraced and kissed again, more passionately this time as both could sense the excitement in the other. Marks hands wandered down Katelyn’s back, gripping her buttocks firmly. He pulled her cheeks apart and felt Katelyn squirm in his hands. His erect cock was pressed into her belly, and he could feel her fumbling to grab hold.

He released his grip on her and let Katelyn stroke him, up and down, up and down. As she stroked she looked him deep in the eye and said “Take me.” With that he scooped her petite frame into his arms and placed her on her back on the bungalow bed, legs spread and sex on full display. Wanting to savor the moment to some at least some degree, Mark paused to take in this beautiful woman who just days ago was a colleague and mentor. But now, she was his.

He lowered himself onto the bed and planted several teasing kisses on her inner thighs. She let out the slightest of moans and squirmed as she felt the wetness between her legs. Mark placed himself at the entrance to Katelyn’s sex and slowly worked his way in. His average length was made up for by his girth, which stretched her more than she expected. Mark slowly withdrew and re-entered several times to allow her to get used to him. They slowly built a rhythm. Her hips rose to meet him as he thrusted forward and she wrapped her legs around his back. Sensing some urgency, Mark picked up the pace and was thrusting in and out of Katelyn, hitting her in just the right spot as her legs gripped his back.

Neither was going to last long. As Mark pounded in and out of her, Katelyn could feel her orgasm building deep within her core. She began letting out little wimpers with each thrust, which drove Mark closer and closer to the edge. As Katelyn neared her orgasm she begged Mark to fill her up. That was all he needed to hear as he pumped in and out of her. As she felt his orgasm explode inside of her, Katelyn’s legs gripped Mark’s back, pulling him deep inside her and sending wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure through her body.

Mark rolled over on the bed. They were both spent, exhausted physically and mentally. He cradled Katelyn’s petite body in his arms, feeling her chest rise and fall as she slowly regained her breath. He couldn’t stay long – he needed to get back before anyone realized he was gone or someone came knocking on either of their doors with a late night request.

Mark rose from the bed and planted a passionate kiss on Katelyn’s lips, to which she giggled a bit, still in awe of what had just happened. He covered her with the blanket, dressed, and quietly opened the door to creep back across the sand to his bungalow.

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There was an ease, born of long association, in the relationship between Kelly and I. Conversation always came easy to us; whilst our partners had been happy to talk on inconsequential matters, Kelly and I spent hours gaining deeper insights into each other’s character.

She had a strong sense of curiosity which caused her to ask the kind of probing questions that reached into the innermost recesses of my mind. Whilst I allowed the secrets of my soul to stand bare before her, I always knew that my confidences were safe.

In return she gave frankly and freely of herself; there were no secrets between Kelly and I, for almost no subject was taboo. We knew each others aspirations, needs and desires; we knew what made us tick, what we liked and disliked; even our sexual tastes and fantasies were known to each other, what turned us on and what put us off; and exactly how to excite each other.

This was somewhat strange for we had never made love together; not that we had never discussed doing so, for we found each other stimulating and knew that the experience would have been better than good. But the truth was that neither of us would have dreamed of betraying our partners in this way and we also knew that such an affair would have destroyed the wonderful relationship that had grown between us. Making love together became the only taboo we had.

Group skinny dipping sessions many years ago had led to us all becoming completely at ease with being nude in each other’s company. Never feeling the need to don clothing in the name of modesty, we could often take a shower at the end of a summer day and then settle down, naked, to dinner and drinks.

Human nature being what it is I could not help noticing Kelly’s figure. Being a keen tennis player meant that her shapely legs were well muscled, a rounded bottom and curving hips gave her a very feminine shape which was enhanced by breasts that were full, firm and supported by square shoulders. Her abdomen was flat, smooth and terminated at the junction of her thighs with a fluffy light thatch which allowed her pink labia to peep through. And human nature being what it is, despite the fact that we could never make love, Kelly was the subject of many of my fantasies.

Strangely, one of my fantasies was brought about one evening when we were both fully clothed. I had been visiting with Kelly and her husband. He was working late in the city; Kelly suggested that we walk into town to meet him after work. The trip involved walking along a pleasant path that bordered the river. We strolled along arm in arm in the semi- darkness, stopping occasionally to sit on a bench to watch the river pass by, or to lean against a wall and look down into the darkling water. It was at one of these times that I was leaning over the wall when Kelly wriggled into the circle of my arms, and, with her back turned to me, leaned forward; her wriggling backside, pressed firmly against my crotch was quickly giving me an erection. My breathing was getting ragged when I stepped back before I could embarrass us both.

In my fantasies I would not step back; but stay where I was, Kelly would wriggle her bottom suggestively, I would reach around to caress her breasts till she raised her skirt and reveal, to my delight, that she was not wearing panties; I would enter her hot wetness quickly and cleanly from behind; her legs would begin to sag, Travesti so that I had to support her as I drove into her. To this day the very thought of this can still make me hard. It wasn’t till many years later that I discovered that Kelly and I had shared this same erotic fantasy.

In the autumn of our lives we both lost our partners to the combined effects of age and disease. The twin tyrannies of time and distance separated us. We had not seen each other for many years; our lives led us in different directions till there was over six hundred kilometres between us. However, we still kept in touch via occasional e-mails.

I had been visiting my brother: when it came time to head home it occurred to me that a detour of a couple of hundred kilometres would take me through some of the most delightful countryside in our state and enable me to catch up with Kelly.

The years had been kinder to Kelly than I; a thickening had occurred around her thighs and her middle, the laughter lines around her face had deepened and her hair had started to tinge. But it was still Kelly that looked at me from eyes that had witnessed a full and interesting life; and, according to my eyes, she was still one very attractive lady.

During dinner at a restaurant Kelly asked if I would like to stay for a while; she had a spare room and I was more than welcome to it for as long as I liked. I gladly accepted.

During the next few days Kelly and I fell back into our old routine of walking around together arm in arm talking great deal and laughing a lot. There was no shyness between us, we were still completely at ease in being undressed together, and were at home in discussing anything. During the course of these discussions we discovered that we were both coping reasonably well with the loss of our respective partners, yet both admitted to a sense of something missing in our lives, something that had a lot to do with being alone, and a great deal to do with need. I knew that for me this need could easily be fulfilled by a night of love with Kelly, but that old deep seated taboo still stood between us; I could see no way of overcoming it.

It was on the fourth night of my stay, there was nothing of interest on TV so we went to bed early; I lay there reading a novel. After an hour or so the door opened and Kelly came in, sat on my bed told me that she was having trouble sleeping so we began talking. She had no clothes on as we both slept naked. At one stage of our conversation Kelly reached out and took my hand. As the night and the conversation grew older, Kelly placed my hand in her lap, her legs had grown cold and I noticed that she was shivering. Without thinking I threw back the bedclothes and invited her to lay with me. It just seemed a natural thing to do, I had no ulterior motive. Kelly scooted in beside me; I drew up the bedclothes as she snuggled up to me. She lay on my left side in the circle of my left arm with her head on my shoulder; her left leg was thrown across my thighs her right breast was pressed against my side, her left breast rested on my chest. It felt good and it felt right; it was in this position that we carried on talking then drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke it was early morning, we’d shifted position I was laying on my left side, and Kelly had rolled over with her back spooned towards me. I was immediately aware of three things, my izmir Travesti left hand was cupping Kelly’s right breast, my right hand was low on her abdomen, it was being held there by her right hand and I had a raging erection. It fitted firmly between Kelly’s buttocks and my abdomen, so firmly that I wondered if she was clenching it.

As I had no intention of embarrassing Kelly I decided to try to move away without wakening her; I began by trying to remove my right hand from her tummy. But immediately she grasped me even more firmly and began moving my hand in small circles on her lower abdomen; was it possible that she was awake? Her skin felt as smooth as that of a maiden, when as if in answer to my unasked question, my hand was pushed lower toward her pubic region and I felt the muscles of Kelly’s butt clamp even more tightly around my cock as she began moving herself slowly up and down my rigid pole.

There could be no doubt about it; Kelly was awake and was declaring her need of me in an unmistakable manner, she had told me many times that she often enjoyed initiating the act of love; and she knew better than any living person how much I was being turned on by what she was doing to my cock. I knew better than any living person exactly how much she liked having her clitoris stimulated. I also knew that this stimulation needed a soft gentle hand.

I took control of my right hand and slid my fingers gently through the lace of her pubic hair; Kelly groaned softly as I traced my fingers along the edges of her labia. She was unbelievably hot and wet. She had told me how wet she got; now I was finding out what she meant and I knew exactly how to use this wetness. I eased my finger lightly into her, when I withdrew it; it was coated with her juices which I softly smeared across her clitoris drawing a throaty growl from her. I was doing everything right and I knew it.

As I gently circled her clitoris I simultaneously looped around her breast with my other hand. Her nipple very quickly arose and hardened; I knew what to do as soon as this happened. I took her nipple with my thumb and forefinger and began to roll it firmly between them. This, very soon, brought a gasp of pleasure from Kelly as she rolled over onto her back and began stroking my, now free, iron hard cock.

As Kelly’s eyes flew open the hot look of desire in them was unmistakable, she moved her head toward mine and in no time we were sharing our very first kiss of passion. Her mouth was soft yet demanding first sucking my tongue in, then forcing her own in and out between my teeth in an unambiguous simulation of her need of a firm cock in her wet vagina. While this was happening I was able to stimulate her other breast, I knew that I had to be firm, yet gentle. Kelly had sensitive nipples.

As we broke from our kiss I trailed my lips down her neck and onto her breasts, kissing, nibbling and softly biting as I went. In no time both of her nipples stood proud with desire. Kelly had taken a firm grip of my penis, she knew that I needed strong stimulation; she began to stroke firmly but not vigorously. Unbelievably my cock hardened even more, filling her hand like a pulsing steel tube; pre-cum caused my purpling glans to glisten.

My finger was circling her clitoris faster and faster; I felt Kelly’s hips rise from the bed; she was getting close to orgasm. Now I used two Konya Travesti fingers; one either side of her clitoris, as I increased speed and pressure. I felt no concern about lubricating her love button as juices were oozing from her; her whole pubic area was soaking and her honey ran down her thighs. Kelly’s hips began to buck; she was now very close to her orgasm, her hand tightened around my penis as she began to stroke faster; she had reached a point of climax that I wanted to keep her at, for as long as humanly possible.

Her legs had straightened and her toes had begun to curl as I slowed my manual stimulation then replaced my fingers with my tongue, tracing along her labia as I tasted her juices, and then circling around her clitoris. Kelly was calling my name and begging me not to stop. I took her clit between my lips rolled it firmly then sucked upon it as I flicked it with my tongue; Kelly was pushing her pussy against my mouth and then as her desire began to reach its climax I moved into the 69 position.

Immediately I felt her hand being replaced as Kelly took me between her lips then sucked my cock deep into her mouth. She knew exactly what I wanted and desperately needed; as she drew me deep then swirled her head as she withdrew; again and again faster and faster, sucking harder and harder. I felt my balls begin to boil and knew that I could not last a lot longer, but Kelly was every bit as familiar with my body as I was with hers, as she slowed down to keep me almost at that point of no return.

As if from a distance I became aware that Kelly was begging me to fuck her, her juices were oozing freely and she was as ready as she would ever be and so was I. I moved between her legs then while supporting myself with my arms; I looked down to see her left hand parting her labia as her right grasped my, near to bursting, penis and guided it into her soaking pussy.

Oh God, she was so hot; so wet and so tight as her vaginal muscles took firm hold of me. Our need of each other was so great that it took a deliberate act of will to slow down and prolong this beautiful act for as long as possible. I was conscious of every pulsing inch of my cock as it drove slowly into her. I was aware of her incredible muscle control as she clenched her pussy; making herself tight as I entered and causing the most mind-blowing suction as I withdrew. I tried desperately to continue slowly; but it proved to be beyond human capability, as I found myself fucking faster and faster. I realised that Kelly had increased speed with me and again; as if from a distance I could hear her imploring me to fuck her even faster. Her legs were locked behind my arse as she thrust herself urgently against me, forcing me as deeply as possible into her. I could no longer resist as I felt my orgasm begin. It was the kind of orgasm that only happens very rarely; a whole of body; mind blowing experience that racked me again and again as my seed pulsed into her over and over. Somehow, beyond all of this I could hear Kelly keening and calling my name and I knew beyond a doubt that she was experiencing the same incredible feelings that I was having.

There is a rightness in the way that Kelly and I came down from a simultaneous orgasm. There is something perfect in the way that we melded into one soft being, as we look into each others eyes, and our lips met in homage to each other. And there is a knowledge that having achieved this degree of perfection once, we should be happy with it, but also a knowing that we will try again and again, and that we will succeed again and again. Because we can; and because it is so very right.

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