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I must mention before I start this story that you will see the word ‘football’ mentioned a lot in the story. This will be the UK version of football and not NFL. I don’t like using the word soccer, it just doesn’t feel right to me, so apologies if that doesn’t work for some people.

I was a massive football fan, always had been ever since I was a kid. Football was in the family and my three brothers, dad, and the rest of my family all supported Crystal Palace. My love of the Eagles was family based and we always used to love going to every game as season ticket holders. That was only until COVID had struck. The rest of my family had decided to no longer keep their season tickets and gave them up by I renewed mine and couldn’t wait to be back inside the stadium supporting the team.

But before I get into what happened at a game one day, I suppose I best tell you a little bit about myself. My name is James, and I grew up in Central London. As I mentioned, football was a major part of my life and I played up until I turned 23. I must add that I wasn’t a professional footballer, more of a hobbyist. I was 6ft3 inches tall and quite a stocky guy. I used to have a hairy chest until I decided to shave it for a girlfriend, and I’ve never let it grow out since. Growing up I’d always had plenty of girlfriends and lost my virginity when I was 19 to my then girlfriend Phoebe. But for me there was always something missing and we eventually broke up. I went on to have sex with lots of women over the next few years. Between 19 and 25 I slept with 50 or more women, but there was no connection with any of them and it still felt like there was something missing.

By the time I’d reached 25, I was still single. One day when I was jacking myself off, I ended up watching some trans porn and that made me cum quickly. And over the next few weeks, I started to watch more and more of it until it eventually became my favourite thing to watch. I progressed from there to gay porn and I used to find it fascinating how much pleasure a man could get from getting fucked. That’s when I started to research it and bought myself my first sex toy. This is where having my own place came in handy because I could do what I wanted. After the pleasure I got from fucking a dildo, I downloaded Grindr and had my first meet arranged with hours.

The first time I was fucked wasn’t perfect. He wasn’t very patient, and I didn’t enjoy it and I was put off doing it again for a little while. A couple of months later I tried it again, this time with a much older man. He was experienced, took his time with me, and opened my ass perfectly so I could take his cock with ease. After that night, I knew what had been missing from my sex life. I didn’t want to be the one fucking, I wanted to be the one being fucked. I considered myself at least bisexual and eventually came out to my family who were great. I was kidding myself saying I was bisexual man though; I was probably 90% gay and 10% straight. I was now 30 though, still single but at least I now knew what I wanted sexually and thankfully I was getting plenty of it.

The other thing I’d started to explore was my choice of underwear. I absolutely hated wearing boxers or briefs so started to buy thongs. I’d never felt more comfortable in underwear than the first time I wore a thong. They just cupped everything perfectly and there were no unsightly lines underneath jeans or trousers. So now my underwear drawer at home was filled with thongs and jockstraps (which were great for being fucked in). I thought I had the body for them as well, my ass was nice, and round and a thong just emphasised my ass. I wasn’t someone who went out purposely trying to flash people either. I was still more concerned about the reaction of other people if they saw my thong seen as though I often had them in bright colours, and they weren’t just standard Calvin Klein ones. But anyway, that was a much longer digression than I originally planned, and I need to get back to the original story.

When May came around, I always had mixed emotions about it. Yes, it meant the weather would be better, but it also meant the end of the football season. And that meant having to wait another three months before the season restarted. This was the first season that we’d been allowed back in the ground after the pandemic. And I’d loved every second of it. We may have nearly gotten relegated, but it was just good to be able to watch live sports again and for that I was thankful. I’d managed to keep hold of my seat for my season ticket, but I was now sat next to different people since my family had cancelled theirs. And I was starting to notice a lot of new people sitting around me who I hadn’t seen before this season.

But the last day of the season was upon us and what a glorious day we had for it. It was a scorching hot day when I woke up. It was a 3pm kick off so I lazed around my apartment until the I needed to get ready. Around 12pm I started to get ready, jumping in the shower Anadolu Yakası Escort first. When I got out the shower, I dried myself off and went into my underwear drawer. For today, I’d selected a yellow cotton thong which was super comfortable. I then pulled on my denim shorts, grabbed my team jersey and scarf, and headed off to catch the public transport to make it to the ground.

I got to the ground about an hour before kick-off and the place was already bouncing. People lined the streets and packed out every pub as they had a drink and enjoyed the weather before the final day of the season. I headed straight into the stadium to soak up the atmosphere ahead of the game. I went to my seat and watched the teams warm up before heading downstairs to the concourse and getting my first pint of the day before heading up to my seat with around 10 minutes before the game started. By the time, I’d gotten back to my seat a lot more people were sat waiting for it to start.

A couple of people I’d had my eyes on were a young couple, both men who were sat directly behind me. They were younger than me and I would’ve said around mid-20s. They didn’t hide the fact that they were gay, and I’d seen them numerous times holding hands as they made their way into the stadium. I took my seat and leant forward to place my drink on the floor in front of me. Nervously I reached back and could feel the top of my thong above my shorts. I had a look around, but nobody was looking, and I don’t think enough popped up over my shorts to show that it was a thong.

The game started and I relaxed into my seat and watched on, sipping away at my drink as the game went on. There were a couple of times I had to stand up when things got interesting in the game, but I’d tucked the back of my shirt into my shorts to prevent any whale-tailing. When we scored, I jumped up and down and went crazy like I always did. And then very quickly half time came around and we only had 45 minutes of the season left. At half time I headed down to get my second drink and while I was down there, I bumped into the gay couple who sit behind me, and we got talking.

After chatting about what we’d just watched in the first half, I introduced myself. ‘I’m James by the way,’ as I offered a handshake to them both.

‘I’m Gavin, and this is Zach.’ Gavin was the bigger of the two, but I was still about 3 or 4 inches taller. They were both extremely attractive men. Gavin had jet black hair, no facial hair but his right arm was covered in a sleeve tattoo. Zach was a little smaller than Gavin and had strawberry blonde hair and glasses. He had a little stubble and from what I could see, no visible tattoos.

‘Have you two been season ticket holders long then?’ I asked them. ‘I’ve noticed you behind me most weeks this season, can’t believe this is the first time we’re talking.’

‘We’ve just got them for this season,’ Zach said. ‘Really enjoyed it though and we’ve renewed for next year.’

‘That’s good. Are you just good friends then?’ I knew what the answer was to that question, but I didn’t want to make myself look stupid.

‘No, we’re actually a couple.’ Gavin said as he put his arm around Zach.

‘Aww that’s sweet,’ I told them. ‘Have you been together long?’

‘We met in school, so were around 15 and we’ve been together for 8 years. We’re engaged.’ They both flashed me a ring they were wearing.

‘Congratulations to you both.’ I smiled at them.

‘So, what’s your situation?’ Zach asked me.

‘Single and gay.’ I said laughing.

‘There’s somebody out there for everyone.’ Zach consoled me. ‘There’s always someone or some people looking for someone to be with.’

I laughed and checked my watch and saw that it was time for the second half, I led the way back up the stairs towards our seats. I sat down and got ready for the second half. The other team equalised early on to make it 1-1 and then towards the end of the match things started to get tense. The other team were on the attack for a lot of the second half and I was on the edge of my seat leaning forward. And right at the end of the game, we hit them on the counterattack, and we scored. The stadium erupted as the crowd started throwing drinks all over the place, everybody was hugging, and I turned to face Gavin and Zach who let me join in with their hug. Then the final whistle went, and the season was over.

I walked out of the stadium with Gavin and Zach who were such a lovely couple. ‘We’re heading out for a couple of drinks later this evening if you fancy it. There’s a nice pub round the corner from us with a decent beer garden,’ Zach said.

‘That sounds like a plan to me.’ I said, happy that I was going to have some form of social life this evening.

‘Should we say meet at 8pm?’ Gavin said. ‘The Horse & Jockey, do you know where it is?’

‘Know where it is?’ I laughed. ‘It’s my local pub, I just haven’t been in for years.’

We then discussed where we all lived, Kurtköy Escort and it turned out that I lived at one of end of the town and they lived at the other and in between was the pub. We hopped on the same transport home and got off at different stops, saying our goodbyes but agreeing to be at the pub by 8. By the time I made it back to my apartment I had a little over an hour to relax and get myself ready to go back out.

The first thing I had to do was have a good long cold shower to cool myself down. It was extremely warm outside and being warm wasn’t my favourite thing. Whilst I was in the shower, I gave myself a good thorough cleaning. Chances are I wouldn’t get lucky, but you always had to be prepared. Once I dried myself off, I selected a pink thong for this evening, wore the same denim shorts but wore a button-down short sleeve shirt this time. Once I was completely ready, I had a spray of aftershave and made my way to the pub, enjoying a slow walk as the sun began to set.

Once I made it to the pub, Zach and Gavin were already sat outside around one of the tables. ‘We’ve already got you a pint,’ Zach said as I approached the table.

‘Perfect. It’s very much appreciated after the walk in that heat.’ I said taking my first sip of lager. The pub wasn’t overly busy but there was more than enough people out and about enjoying the weather on a Saturday evening.

We all got on very well which was good, and we’d had a couple of rounds. For the first couple, they flat out refused to let me pay until I finally was able to force myself to the bar and get them some drinks for a change. Whilst I was at the bar, Gavin had gotten up to go to the toilet and when I got back to the table, he was now sat on the side I was sitting rather than next to Zach. So, I just sat down and thought nothing of it. I’d had a good look around in the bar and not of the gentlemen were pinging my radar or getting me interested.

‘So, what’s your bedroom situation then?’ Zach asked me from across the table.

‘What do you mean?’ I looked confused.

‘You normally fucking or being fucked?’ The question was straight to the point.

‘Oh,’ I laughed. ‘I’m a bottom. Like 1000% bottom.’

That was the first time I’d said it and not immediately blushed. ‘What about you two?’

‘Zach’s a top and I’m versatile,’ Gavin said.

‘So, are you pretty much a bottom then?’ I imagined that would be the case given his partner was a top.

‘No, not really. Me and Zach have fucked other people since we’ve been together. It’s the only way for me to get rid of any top energy I have.’

I was starting to get a feeling of where this might be going, and I was completely okay with that. Then the bell sounded from inside the pub to signal last orders, we all still had three quarters of a drink left so we didn’t bother getting another one. As we finished our drinks off the pub was starting to empty as the landlord was waiting to lock up.

‘Would you like to come back to ours for a nightcap?’ Zach asked kindly.

‘That sounds like another excellent idea.’ I said finishing the last of my drink.

‘Is he still… you know,’ Zach said to Gavin.

I was extremely confused until I felt Gavin lift the back of my shirt and pull my shorts back. ‘Yeah, he is, it’s pink this time.’

Now I was blushing. And they both finished their drinks as we left the pub and started to head towards their house. On the way back they told me how many times they’d seen my thong so had a good idea I’d be wearing one. They saw it when I first sat down, at half time when we walked back to our seats and then all the way through the second half when I was sat on the edge of my seat. I realised at that point, that a lot of people saw my thong during that game so at least we had the summer break to try and make them forget it. The walk back to their house was around 20 minutes and when we got back, they were living in a 2 bedroomed house rather than an apartment like I thought they would be.

They led me straight through the house and into the garden. Me and Zach took a seat whilst Gavin grabbed a couple more bottles of lager and brought them out to us. We sat and drank those, none of us were even close to being drunk considering what we’d drank but we were clever and drank them over a long period.

We were all sitting close on a sofa they had in the garden. I was the meat in the middle of the sandwich and they both had an arm around the top of the sofa just behind me. ‘Do we have to explain why we’ve brought you here? Or is it obvious?’

‘Erm, I think it’s kind of obvious,’ I said feeling myself blush again. ‘But I’d love for you to actually tell me because that would turn me on.’

‘Well,’ Gavin started. ‘We’re going to take you inside and undress you, but the thong stays on. ‘You’re going to suck our cocks before we fuck you. Zach might even fuck me, but one thing is guaranteed, you’ll be taking at least two loads tonight.’

‘Fuck,’ Pendik Escort I muttered as I started to feel my cock stir.

‘And if all goes well,’ Zach continued. ‘We’ll be fucking you when you wake up in the morning as well.’

‘So, what are we waiting for then?’ I said wanting to get inside and get down to it.

‘You two go ahead,’ Gavin said. ‘I’ll tidy up out here and meet you both in the living room.’

Zach took me by the hand and led me through the kitchen and into the living room. He immediately started kissing me. I was a little bit taller than him and that was always one of my insecurities, I didn’t think people would want to be with a tall bottom if they were shorter. As we kissed, his tongue started to explore my mouth and he started to unbutton the shirt I was wearing. It didn’t take him long to have all the buttons undone and the shirt was on the floor.

He lowered his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth which made me moan. It felt strange knowing Gavin was just in the other room, it was the first time I’d ever slept with a couple, and I wanted them both to be happy and not get jealous. Zach was moving quickly and was now fumbling with the button on my denim shorts as he fought to get into my pants.

He finally managed to undo all the buttons, meaning all he had to do was slide my shorts down my legs, but he stopped and looked up towards me, ‘turn around and bend over the arm of the chair.’ I did as I was told, and then I felt him slowly pulling my shorts down. They got stuck on my hard cock but as my ass came into view, I heard him say ‘fuck me.’

‘Gavin,’ he shouted. ‘You gotta get in here and look at this ass.’ He then spanked my ass.

‘Oh fuck,’ I moaned when the first stinging slap made contact with me.

‘I’ll be there in a minute,’ Gavin called back.

Zach spread my legs and pulled the string of my thong from in between my ass. ‘Fuck, I love a smooth hole,’ he said before he started to lick my ass. I was moaning in pure ecstasy as he worked my hole like a professional. I could feel my ass twitching as he pushed his tongue towards the inside of my hole. My ass started to relax and even though I hadn’t been fucked for a little while, I genuinely thought he could just slide into without lube.

‘You really couldn’t just wait one minute could you,’ Gavin appeared in the doorway. I barely heard him over my own moans.

Zach stopped and I let out a little whimper. ‘Fuck, we’ve got a right slut on our hands haven’t we,’ Gavin said as he walked towards us. He slapped my ass as well, causing me to let out a little yelp and then he started to kiss Zach.

‘I think we’re a little bit overdressed don’t you babe,’ Gavin said. ‘Are you going to undress or what James?’

I turned to face them both and started with Gavin. I pulled his t-shirt up over his head which revealed that his sleeve tattoo carried on to the top of his chest. I pulled his chino shorts down and let him step out of them, leaving him in just a pair of CK briefs. I was gobsmacked at what was hiding inside those briefs. They were packed out with a cock that must have been bordering on 10 inches. I dropped to my knees as I lowered his briefs and gently took his cock into my mouth, kissing the head and swirling my tongue around it.

‘Fuck, that’s a good bottom bitch,’ he moaned as he put his hand on the back of my head. I continued to bob up and down at the top of his cock before I remembered Zach was still there, just watching me suck his fiancée’s cock.

‘Sorry babe,’ I got to my feet again and kissed him. I started to unbutton his shirt and removed it, he had a little hair on his chest, and I ran my fingers through it and down towards his jeans. I unbuckled his belt and pulled his skinny jeans down and off his legs. He stepped out of them, leaving him in just his boxers.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ I laughed. Zach’s cock was just as big as Gavin’s. ‘How on earth do you hide those weapons?’

I helped Zach remove his boxers and once again slid down onto my knees. With both huge cocks next to my face, they both took turns to slap me with them. I just didn’t know where to look and where to start. I took a hold of both of their cocks and started to jerk them both off. Zach’s cock was cut so I worked his shaft whilst Gavin was still uncut and that’s what I was more used to.

Before I started to suck either of their cocks, I was now suddenly aware that the blinds were still open, and we were in front of the window with all the lights on. ‘Do we need to close the blinds before this goes any further?’ I enquired.

‘It’ll be fine, it’s nearly 1am so I don’t imagine many people being out and about at this time.’ Gavin said as he started poking my mouth with his cock.

I took the head of his cock back into my mouth and continued to jack Zach off at the same time. I was multi-tasking with three different cocks. One in my mouth, Zach’s in my hand and then I was rubbing the head of my own through my thong. Gavin started to moan and run his fingers through my hair again. I tried to focus on Zach’s cock at the same time, but I kept stopping whenever I really wanted to pleasure Gavin. So, I thought it was only fair that I swapped and gave Zach some attention.

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Becca, a very slim brunette with B-cup breasts, had just finished applying her makeup for the dinner party she was going to with Kevin, her longtime boyfriend. Surveying her reflection in the mirror, she added a final dab of lipstick and decided she was done.

The 5’8″ girl took a big swig from her Snakebite – a combination of lemon-infused vodka and hard cider. It was only her second of the evening, but it was hitting her hard. Oh well, she thought. Kevin’s driving.

She grabbed her purse and headed to the living room to wait for Kevin to get home. Then she had a thought and went to the dresser, where her latest issue of Penthouse Letters was. She wasn’t much into visual porn, except when she and her boyfriend watched it together. But the stories and fantasies of others really turned her on. What the hell? He won’t be home for another half hour, she thought.

On the way to the living room, Becca refilled her cocktail. Their apartment was fairly well-lit, but completely quiet. She put in a CD of bluesy, sexy R&B and made her way to the sofa. The beautiful brunette sat down and got her Marlboro Light 100s out of her purse. Lighting one, the brunette took a long drag, leaned back, and opened her booklet of erotic stories. İstanbul Escort

The first tale involved a woman stopped for speeding. Of course, the stunning redhead with 36DD tits coerced the muscular male officer into a blowjob in her back seat rather than giving her a ticket. It was labeled a “true story,” but weren’t they all? Becca didn’t mind. She pictured herself as the woman and wondered if she could bring herself to suck a cop’s dick to get out of a ticket. I guess it would depend on how fast I was going, she giggled to herself.

In the so-called true story, the redhead ended up sucking the officer to orgasm, happily swallowing a huge load of cum. Now that I could do. Becca loved being able to make men squirt into her sucking mouth and down her throat. She pictured the last time she had sucked Kevin’s cock to orgasm. Mmmm, she purred while taking a long drag from her cigarette.

The next story involved a burglar catching a sleeping woman in bed. The description of the ensuing rape was both horrific and exciting to Becca. She’d always had rape fantasies, but didn’t actually want them to come true. That’s why they’re fantasies, she thought.

As she read the story, she enjoyed her cigarette Bayan Escort and Snakebite. The burglar, clad in the typical all-black, had just ripped off the 40-year-old’s clothes and was pulling his pants down. Only then did the middle-aged brunette discover that he was black. His penis was gigantic, at least 10″ and as thick as her wrist.

Becca began rubbing her breast through her black evening dress, pinching her nipple through the sleek fabric. She took a final drag from her cigarette and crushed it out. She took another large sip of her drink and lit another cigarette. Returning to the story, Becca reached down under her dress and pulled it up to her waist. As the fictional burglar began to force his huge member into the struggling woman’s surprisingly wet pussy, Becca pulled her thong panties aside and started rubbing her clit. “Unnnnggh,” she moaned, savoring the pleasure from her own pussy. She took a powerful drag from her Marlboro Light 100 and inhaled deeply. As the intruder ravaged the innocent woman, Becca exhaled and massaged her pleasure button harder, occasionally slipping a finger up inside her now-dripping twat to lubricate it.

“Oh, shit,” she whimpered, putting the booklet down. The slender Eskort brunette mashed her tits with one hand while she frigged her pussy with the other. She was masturbating furiously, close to cumming. In her pleasure, she didn’t hear the front door click and open.

Kevin tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter and walked into the living room just as Becca threw her head back in ecstasy. “Oh, fuuuuuuck!” she wailed. He stopped in his tracks and watched his girlfriend fingerfuck herself through what was obviously a monster orgasm. He’d seen her masturbate before, but never surreptitiously like now. His cock immediately swelled at the sight.

Becca saw stars beneath her eyelids as she ravaged her now-engorged clit. Electricity shot through her body as she arched her back and growled in pleasure. She continued to rub her tender clitoris throughout the orgasm.

The explosion passed and Becca gasped for air, still running a finger gently up and down her dripping slit. She finally opened her eyes and saw Kevin leaning against the wall with an appreciative look on his face. He nodded and asked, “Having fun?”

Becca blushed, although it was hard to tell since she was already flushed from masturbating.

“Sorry, handsome,” she replied. “I just couldn’t wait.”

“No problem. I enjoyed the show. Now, are you about ready to head to the party?”

“Party?” Becca smiled seductively. “I guess so. But I’m going to need the real thing as soon as we get home.”

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It was almost a week later that I took a call from Radha on my cell. I was driving to the suburbs for a routine visit to a client of mine at about nine in the morning and so I accepted the call before verifying the number from where I was receiving it.

I was pleasantly surprised that it was she.

“This is a real surprise, Radha. I thought you would never call.”

I heard her soft laugh. “Do you have time?”

“Say when,” I replied.

“What if I say now?”

“Say where.”

“The office.”

I was silent. My god, she meant Dilip’s office!

“How come?” I enquired.

“Dilip had to go to the same place he had been to last time with his parents. This time, it’s only for a day. He should be back tonight. He’s taken half his staff with him and I have dismissed the other staff for the day by giving them some work, which they would require the entire day to finish. They would be going to their respective homes directly and report to the office only tomorrow. Satisfied?”

I laughed delightedly, already hanging a U-turn to head back to the city. “Where are you now?”

“At the office silly,” she said.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes if the traffic doesn’t delay me, okay?”

“Fine. I miss you, so hurry up. Also, I’m horny and can’t wait for you to shove your cock inside me.”

“Really?” On its own volition, my cock started to erect.

“Promise. I was so hot when I realized that we have this chance, I reckon my panties are already sopping wet and perhaps I May have to get rid of them for now,” she replied softly.

“Don’t,” I told her. “By the way, what are you wearing today?”

“Like you said, you love to see me draped in those saris. Ever since, when I go out of the house, I try to wear them as much as possible.”

“Don’t undress before I am there,” I warned her.

“You better hurry then. I’m really horny and feel like shoving my finger up my pussy already…”

I switched off the phone before she could talk anymore and get me distracted.

By the time I had parked the car on the street adjacent to the street on which the office was situated, I had a raging hard on. You could say it was more in anticipation though it was also true that I missed her a hell of a lot.

A week is a hell of a long time to be away from such a woman. All we had to do after that quickie we had at the apartment was grope each other in the back seat of the car when she had given me a lift to the city. The driver was there, and so was her daughter who had insisted she wanted to sit up front. It had been rather dark and we could not take the risk of doing anything else. She was wearing a sari and had masturbated my cock in the dark of the back seat, leaning forward to rest her chin on her arm along the front seat’s backrest, talking to her daughter. All I could do was to fondle and knead her blouse-covered breasts.

Another time, we had kissed deeply and passionately for as long as it had taken the elevator to reach the seventh floor to my apartment. She had sucked desperately on my tongue then, commenting later, as we made out way across the passage to my apartment where Sunita was waiting for us, that she wished it would have been my cock and not just my tongue that she was sucking on.

Another time, when she had come to lunch at my place, she was washing her hands in the washbasin. Sunita was still pecking away at her food. I had finished just at the time that Radha had and had followed her to the washbasin, which is located in a recessed passage away from the dining room. She was leaning down, washing her hands, and quickly, I had pressed the front of my body against her back, cupping her breasts from behind. That had lasted for maybe half a minute.

I walked quickly past the street and was soon in the elevator, pushing the button with a trembling hand. The office was one among the dozen or so offices and showrooms situated in the commercial building. On either side of Dilip’s office were showrooms for Audio she had already opened her mouth and when we kissed, her tongue rushed in. She pulled my head back by my hair and ran her tongue around my lips, then kissed me again, and her tongue penetrated my mouth so deeply that my entire body trembled. She thrust her hips forward, grinding her belly against my hard on and swaying, then grinding her belly side and across.

She was wearing a black sari with a matching blouse, the border of the sari draped across her chest to cover her breasts.

She drew back and looked deep into my eyes.

“God, I missed you,” she whispered.

I smiled, my hands wrapping around her waist. “Missed me or missed İstanbul Escort my cock?” I asked her.

She wrinkled her nose and then laughed. “If I didn’t miss you, how could I miss your cock?”

“True,” I conceded. “I missed you too, baby. Which means I missed your tits and pussy as well.”

“Put your tongue in my mouth,” she hissed, pulling my face toward her.

I first tugged at the border of her sari till it fell off her shoulders and onto the floor, revealing the V-necked blouse. The ‘V’ was pretty deep and the top of her large breasts peeked from above. Then, I leaned into her.

We kissed again and I once again shoved my tongue inside her mouth. Immediately, she started to suck and I brought my hands up between our bodies to take hold of her ample bloused breasts, kneading them gently.

She began to push me back till I had to yield and together we made our way inside Dilip’s cabin, while we continued to kiss wetly, our tongues in a duel, saliva running back and forth into each other’s mouths.

My buttocks came up against the desk and she forced me backward with surprising strength, kissing me with passion. Raw lust, I thought, squeezing her breasts and pinching those nipples hidden behind the blouse and the bra.

She slipped one hand down between our bodies to grab my hard on, similarly squeezing and cupping it.

She tore away her mouth again and looking at me with smoldering eyes, said huskily, “Lets get naked. It’s been a long time since we did that.”

She began to undrape her sari after straightening. I stood in front of her, shucking away my shirt and trousers in record time. It was as though we were in a race to see who would undress first. I beat her to it comfortably, since she had to deal with her petticoat as well. In fact, by the time she had divested herself of the sari and petticoat, I was already naked, my cock dangling in front of me.

Her eyes fastened on my hard on, she slipped off her panties, revealing her trimmed bush. She reached behind her to unhook her blouse and I stood there drinking in the sight of her breasts thrust out while she unhooked her blouse. Inside, she was wearing a black, lacy bra.

Have you ever experienced watching a voluptuous woman (which Radha was, I assure you) undressing when you are already stark naked? Especially, when the woman is in heat like she already was. I’m telling you, its extremely erotic.

Her breasts were heaving with passion, there was smoke in her eyes and her lips were trembling when the bra came out. Out spilled those large breasts; the main objects of my fantasies, and from where I was standing, I could see that the nipples were erect; as erect as my cock. Naked now, we stood facing each other.

“I want you to fuck me. Now!” she commanded.

I looked around for a convenient place where we could do it. Just as I was thinking that the desk would be the ideal choice, she said, “On my husband’s chair. Fuck me on my husband’s chair.”

I walked around the desk and pulled the chair away from it. It was a big overstuffed chair with equally big armrests. I lowered myself on it.

She walked to me to me now and I was aware that she was shivering, and not just because of the full blast of the air conditioner.

She knelt down in front of me on the plush carpet and seized my naked cock, leaning forward to blow on it. I pushed back her hair so that I could watch her take my dick slowly inside her mouth. She did not spend time licking around it; instead, she took me directly inside her mouth, stuffing it deep inside. She paused when it was completely inside her mouth, lodged in the constrictions of her throat.

Slowly she withdrew until it was outside her mouth, glistening with her saliva. She cupped my testicles and began to work seriously on it now, making me groan and arching towards her, my buttocks off the chair.

As she began to suck on me earnestly, I leaned forward, reaching down to get a hold of her swinging breasts, massaging the ample flesh there, pinching and rubbing her nipples. I shuddered when her hot tongue swept over my shaft and her lips tightened around it. She bobbed her head back and forth, back and forth, a thumb and forefinger encircling the base of my prick.

“If you want to get fucked,” I muttered hoarsely, “you better stop that. Or you will get my load right inside that mouth of yours.”

She pulled away and rose, her eyes on my cock, now dripping with her saliva. Her pussy was directly in line with my face and still seated on Dilip’s chair, I pulled her by her waist, burying my face between her legs.

She was wet all right Anadolu Yakası Escort and smelt musky. She was hot as well and pulled my head deeper towards her as I ran my tongue over the slit. Using the fingers of one hand to part that slit, I pushed a finger of the other hand inside the warmth of her pussy.

I heard her moan and she gasped as I licked her swollen clit, gently pushing in and pulling out my finger inside her pussy, imitating the actual act.

“Oh my god,” she wailed, her back arching forward and then she abruptly stepped away, turning around to present her back to me. “I need that cock inside my cunt!”

With me sitting on the chair with my legs wide apart, she sat to one side on my lap. She hooked her right leg over the arm of the chair. Almost weeping with ecstasy, she reached down between her legs to grab my cock. I slapped away her hand and grasped my cock, rubbing its tip across her pussy lips.

“My god, my god, May, just shove that thing inside me! Fuck me now, fuck me, please,” she cried out.

I licked her bare neck and she reached down to spread her pussy lips apart.

“There, I’m open now, please, put it inside,” she gasped. She was lying across the front of my body, her right leg splayed out over the arm of the chair. I needn’t have used my fingers to spread her lips apart; the position we were in ensured that they were already open. Turning to face her and rubbing my cock over the slit for one final time, I slowly entered her. My cock slid inside smoothly without any difficulty. “Ahhhhh! God, it feels so good! Fuck me now, honey, fuck me!” she cried.

She began to move and wriggled her body repeatedly against mine. I groaned when I felt my cock surrounded by the intense heat of her pussy. There was the rhythmic squishy sound and the slap of flesh against flesh as she began to move wildly, sending my cock in and out of her. She encircled my neck with her right hand while I caressed her right hip and thigh with my own right hand.

Our hands were free and as I watched her breasts jiggling when she rocked up and down over me, I lowered my face to take as much of her right breast inside my mouth as was possible, my tongue swiping and lashing the nipple.

I slid my hand up her creamy thigh until my fingers were at her inflamed clit.

“Oh my god,” she gasped when I began rubbing her clit in circles. “Oh yes, yes, do that, it feels so good, oh god, your cock feels so good inside me!”

She put her left hand down to press my hand deeper towards her clit, bouncing up and down. Her hair was all over her face and I swept them back to reveal the contorted expressions. Her mouth was open and she breathed heavily as I slid my mouth across to her other breast, licking and sucking it.

Her movements suddenly slowed down and her body became rigid.

“Ohhhh, yessss, yes, god, I’m coming, commmmiiii…”

Her body jerked convulsively, her head went back till she was now staring at the ceiling, an unbelievable expression now in place.

I moved against her, plunging my cock deeper inside her hot pussy. The chair moved back from the table, but I continued to move.

Pulling my lips off her nipple, I said, “Once more, baby? You want another come?”

“Oh yes, yes, more, one more time, please!”

“You want one more good, nice and nasty little come, huh?” I muttered, moving so hard that I was literally bouncing her on my lap. “You want your juices to shoot out of your pussy? Want this rod to keep giving it to you till your eyes go inside your head?”

She pulled my head back towards her breasts with a moan. I buried my face between her breasts, licking the cavern there till my saliva was dribbling down over her belly.

I hadn’t stopped fondling her clit. Now, I began to pinch it, and then slid my fingers up and down the swollen clit, till I could manage to push the fingertip inside the opening of her pussy along with my prick.

“Oh yes, oh my god, that feels so horny, so good, oh yes, fuck me like that, fuck, fuck me!”

Squeezing her breast hard while I licked the cleavage, I hammered against her, thrusting more powerfully into her, and this time she didn’t take so long to come.

“Ugghhh, aahhhh, ooohh, my god, I-I-t-t I-is n-not p-possible, oh yes, oh my god, oh, oh, yessss…” she hissed and stammered, flooding my prick yet again with her juices. As she came, I thrust not just my prick, but also my finger along side it deep into her wet pussy.

I don’t really know how I managed to hold out for such a long time. I was astonished myself at the performance. But, come to think of it, when you Kartal Escort finally succeed in making your fantasy a reality and you already have sampled the wares, you eventually manage to achieve a greater degree of control. At least, that was what happened to me. Moreover, I was eager that I give her as much pleasure as possible and that had been playing all along at the back of my mind. Now that I had finally realized my dreams, I did not want to lose her.

Now, as she collapsed on my lap, my hands still kneading her breasts, I watched the flaring of her nostrils and the way that her eyes rolled back and I thought she had fainted.

She hadn’t. It was only that it was an intense orgasm, so intense that perhaps she hadn’t experienced anything like this for a long time.

I allowed her to flop onto me, letting my cock remain inside her. It was still hard of course. I had still to come, and for a long time neither one of us moved. I suppose she was wallowing in the luxury of having a still hard cock inside her after she had climaxed to her heart’s content.

“Oh my god, May,” she sighed wistfully, tilting her head to me, letting me fondle her breasts. “How do you do that? It’s incredible! I have never been fucked like this before.”

“Never?” I smiled down at her radiant face.

“Except the last time at the apartment. By you! And on a chair like this? No way!”

“You mean you never tried this before with your husband?” I asked curious to know. I had never done this before either.

“Well, in the beginning, her tried it once. That was a year after we got married. He came all over the chair before he could shove it inside of me. How do you manage it?”

“I don’t know,” I told her truthfully. “I suppose when you finally realize your fantasy has become true, you want to let it stay and not allow it to go away.”

She pulled me by the back of my head for a kiss. Once again, she penetrated her tongue inside my mouth and I gently sucked on it.

Equally gently, she slid her body back to release my dick from her pussy. I knew that it would be dripping with her juices and my pre cum.

I groaned when she seized it in her fist.

“Don’t you want to come in my pussy?” she asked after drawing back.

I flicked the tip of my tongue across her cheek and then over her ear. “Would you let me?”

She considered for some time.

“You know, May, Dilip and me can’t have a baby any more. You are aware of that. I think I’ll get on to pills and maybe then you can come in my cunt. I don’t want you to plant your seed inside me.”

She was playing with my dick and I thought my erection would last as long as I would want it to. Such was my condition at present.

“So how do you and Dilip do it?” I asked.

She sighed wistfully. “If, and when we decide to fuck, he wears a condom. Not that it helps. He usually comes within five to ten strokes and I’ve to be content with his fingers bringing me off.”

I was still kneading her breasts. “Poor baby.”

“You want to fuck my tits again?” she asked, jerking on my cock playfully, a sly look on her face.

“Do you like that?” I asked her curiously.

“I already told you that it’s my favorite thing. Don’t ask me why. I really don’t know. It’s a kind of a fetish, I suppose and I just love the feel of cock sliding between my tits and the feel of the splash of cum there and on my face.”

“Since when did this fantasies occur to you?” I asked her, holding her breasts in my hands as if I wanted to weigh those amazing melons.

She screwed her eyes in deep thought. “You know Mina, my best friend?”

“The one who had come to the party on the day your bra strap let you down? Yes, I know of her. She had looked after the crowd when we went to the apartment to change your bra, right?”

She giggled, gently masturbating my wet, erect cock. “Yes, that’s her. Though she is a couple of years older than I am, we have always hit it off from the time we met as kids. Well, her husband works in the US and comes down here about twice or thrice every year. It was just luck that he happened to be here during the party that day. H-he gets all those kinky magazines and some other stuff. Mina would lend them to me. There was this one that showed breast sex. Mostly tit-fucking. I reckon I got hooked on to it from the time I laid my eyes on that stuff. It made me feel all gooey inside.”

“What other kind of kinky stuff?” I asked, my curiosity increasing.

“Do you want to sit there with that erect rod and talk about that stuff?” she asked mischievously wanking my cock just that bit faster.

I laughed, rolling my fingers over her nipples.

“I was asking you if you want to fuck my tits?” she asked again. “I really love it, period. I also like it when…” her voice trailed off and if it was possible to blush in this situation, she did.

“Yes?” I egged her on, caressing her nipples.

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“You couldn’t have gotten all your kicks from sucking me off,” Adi stated.

“What do you mean?” “You didn’t get your rocks off, did you?” Shanti thought about it for a moment. She still felt that hunger for long, hard cock in her twat. That was almost a constant thing with her these days. So, no, she hadn’t gotten everything she wanted from sucking him off.

“I could do with a bit of prick in the proper place-and I don’t mean in my mouth.”

“Yeah, I thought so, you horny bitch. Let’s go into the darkroom. I, it, want to inventory some stock.” to turn the lights off would rob them of the sense of sight and it was pitch black in that room. Without sight, all their other senses would be even more acute. And that meant the sense of feel, too.

His cock was tingling just thinking about the hot, clutching cunt waiting for him. If she took the risk of sucking him off in front of his students, not to mention almost getting caught by the principal, then there probably wasn’t a hell of a lot she couldn’t be talked into doing.

And he still fondly remembered that fuck out in the parking lot.

“Let’s go, Miss Rangaswamy.”

“Anything you say, Mr. Reddy.” She didn’t look away as he eyed her in open appreciation. His hands were already roaming over her trim, athletic body as if itching to start undressing her.

“You should wait till we get to the darkroom before you start to inventory the merchandise,” she said primly.

“It’s one hell of a container and can’t seem to keep my hands off it. Going to be hard not to steal it and take it home with me.” They laughed. His hand was resting firmly on her ass as they went into the hallway. Standing there, still talking, were Ramya and Mr. Bose.

The principal looked over saying, “Hey, Adi. I want to talk with you a second.” He looked at Shanti, momentarily confused. “I thought you were the only teacher in the room, And no one went in…

“You must have missed her, Mr. Bose. I saw. Shanti go in while we were talking,” said Ramya.

She winked at Shanti and Adi. It was apparent what had been going on in the classroom, she was paying Shanti back for the time she had successfully held off the principal’s untimely entrance into the teachers’ lounge.

“I guess so these eyes aren’t what they used to be. But the ears are. I’ve been hearing some pretty raunchy things about the male teachers and the goings on behind the scenes at Greenwich Memorial High. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Adi?”

“Like what?” Adi asked innocently.

Mr. Bose cleared his throat, looked at the floor and finally said, “Well, you know. Fooling around”

“Fooling~ around? I don’t understand.” All the time he was talking, Adi’s hand was working down the back of Shanti’s petticoat under the sari.

His hand was slipping~ between her silk panties and the smoothness of her ass flesh. When finger found her asshole, he jammed it into the hot, tight interior of her rectum. Wiggling the finger made her jump around as if she were very nervous.

I’m sorry about making you so uneasy, Miss Rangaswamy, It’s just that I’ve heard reports that some of the male teachers are taking liberties with some of their female students.”

“I’m, ummmm, sure that Adi wouldn’t know about that!” she said. The finger was running in and out of her ass in a mock fucking. She was warming to the anal assault. The way her guts were churning at the moment, it was everything she could do to keep from ripping off her clothes and begging Adi to fuck the hell out of her.

“No, I guess he wouldn’t know. Mr. Reddy is one of our most upstanding teachers.”

Ramya, hidden behind Mr. Bose, looked at the teacher’s crotch as she said, “You can say that again. I doubt if there’s anyone in this whole school more upright than Adi at this moment.”

Adi Reddy smiled. His finger was warming the ass of the most seductive woman he’d ever seen. And it wasn’t just any woman, either. It was the one who had given him a blow job in front of his class. She cared for him. It was time for him to show her how much he cared for her.

“I’m sure any of us would be only too happy to report such promiscuity among the staff, Mr. Bose.”

“Thanks. I knew I could count on all of you. Hell, it’s rough enough trying to run herd on these young hellions of students. All the time running off behind the bushes. You know.”

“Yes, sir. We know. And we won’t be beating around any bushes unless you give the okay.”

Adi was still smiling. His finger fucking of her ass was going along just fine. He was burying his finger all the way up her hot shit chute before flexing it. He had her perfectly under control. She couldn’t move without his finger guiding her there first.

“Good evening” Mr. Bose turned and walked off.

And Adi steered Shanti toward the student newspaper room where the darkroom was. He was responsible for keeping it stocked in chemicals since he was the nearest chemistry teacher.

Ramya called out to them, “Have fun!”

In Pendik Escort unison, Adi and Shanti answered, “We will!” They laughed, then went into the deserted room, his finger never leaving the snug berth of her asshole. He steered her around the desks and into the tiny room. The odor of chemicals was so strong, she almost choked.

“In-here? God, Adi, the smell!” “That’s nothing. The vent fan will clear it, out real fast.” He pressed a hidden switch and the fan started up, in a few seconds the worst of the chemical stench was gone.

“And here’s a nice, level counter. I wonder… she said. She reached out and touched the wall.

It was about three feet away. “Just about the size of a single bed.” he said.

“But not as soft unless there’s a nice, yielding woman under me.” And his other hand cupped her left tit and firmly squeezed.

As he did, a bolt of carnal delight lanced down into the woman’s chest. A finger up her asshole, wiggling and stirring her passions up, now she had to cope with his hand pawing her tits.

She loved it. The only problem was that she wanted more than he was giving her.

“Let’s not fool around too much, Adi. I want to feel that fine cock of yours fucking deep into my cunt!”

“In a while. I’ve still got to recuperate from that fine blow job you gave me in class. If you have to wait too long, well, it’s all your fault for getting my rocks off” He shut up any reply in the best way possible. His lips fastened firmly onto hers. His tongue forced between her lips and then sought out her tongue. Rough, wet tongue stroking a pointy tipped tongue as he raced back and forth until they were both gasping with pleasure.

She let her tits rise and fall, even though they still had that damned bra encasing them. She wanted her naked flesh to press against his chest. To feel her rigid nipples poking into his would be sheer heaven. And she wanted it all~ Greedy Sure, and he was the one responsible. She had tried to hold down her lusts. It wasn’t possible. The same thing that had happened at the other school was happening here.

The principal had to be getting word of what was going down. She was certain to be caught soon. And to hell with it! Her body demanded satisfaction, pleasure, all the cock it could take! And she was going to get it, all of it! Her hands worked down the man’s trousers to expose his already stiff prick. She’d thought he would need a little help getting bard again. He was obviously playing with her. His prick was throbbing alive and ready to fuck. She stroked up and down the virile length of prick until she felt his finger twitch deep in her ass.

He was being pushed to the point of coming again. She didn’t want him to lose it. Not with her hand around his cock. She wanted to feel that lovely cock inside her cunt, fucking her, making her into a complete woman.

Without it, she was just a bundle of unfulfilled lusts. With that pussy pleaser giving her all the joy she could stand, she was fucked. It was what cunt was made for-cocks! And she wanted every last inch of Adi’s massive eight-incher.

She found it hard to get her fingers to grip his cock. Not, only was it big around, it was still sticky with her own saliva front when she’d given him head. But she didn’t care. Her body was in constant agitation. He could do anything he wanted to her and it would be fine.

Anything at all-as long as she could feel that prick fucking her all the way up into the deepest recesses of her cunt.

“Love the way you taste,” he whispered hotly into her ear. “Think I’ll just nibble a bit more!” She sighed as his hot tongue stabbed into the hollow of her ear. He was licking and touching all the right places to turn her into a weak, watery woman. Her legs were sagging. He held her up with the finger in her ass.

She finally managed to hook the edge of her ass onto the counter. This was the support she needed. She wished she could have seated herself all the way back. It wasn’t possible without him removing that finger so lusciously fucking her anus.

When the finger came out of her asshole with a tiny little pop, he told her, “Lie back on. the counter. It’s plenty big enough.”

“So you know? From experience?” She was coquettish.

“What the hell difference does it make, let me close the door and lock it. I wouldn’t want a kid coming in and seeing us.” As the door closed, she felt as if someone had thrown a black rug over her head.

She gasped out, “Adi! I. . . I can’t see!” – “Do you have to?” She softly moaned as his fingers clamped down on her silk panty-clad pussy.

“Mmmmm, oh, that’s so nice! No, I don’t guess we need the lights. As long as you know where everything goes.” “I think I can find all the right holes,” he said.

She simply lied on the counter top and let him undress her. When he undid her blouse and bra, she sighed in relief. That damned thing was chafing her tits. It felt so good having her naked boobs out and swinging free. He even briefly kissed Kurtköy Escort first one then the other of them.

His wet lips unerringly found the turgid nipples cresting the snowy white cones of tit flesh. He licked back and forth across the summits a few times to make sure the nipples were rock-hard, then he began lightly nipping his way to the huge base.

“Ummm, more, Adi darling! I love the way your mouth feels all over my tits!”

“I know. And I love sampling such delicious treats!” His tongue circled the tit. Then he staffed spiraling up the silky smooth cone to the crest of the other, He didn’t miss a single patch of the soft skin. He left behind a trail of saliva which started drying and the coolness contrasted sharply with his hot, rough tongue.

And it was that difference which made her even hotter for him. The alternating sensations surging down into her chest made her feel more alive than ever before.

“Go on, Adi, fuck me! I love this sure but my cunt! I feel so fucking empty!”

“Soon, precious, be down there very soon now!” His fingers stoked along the lines of her ribs.

When his fingers dipped under the elastic band of her panties, she was ready for him and her hips lifted easily off the cold, black-topped counter. She wanted him to get her naked as fast as possible.

Only then could they get down to the real fucking.

“More, Adi darling! I love the way your hands move all over me!” “I just bet you do. God, I never saw such a foxy bitch in all my life. You’re one in a million. And that gooey cunt of yours is a real mantrap. I bet it’s all ready and waiting for me” He was hungry for the slut Shanti.

“For your cock!” she twitched saying so in her anal passage.

He laughed. -His fingers had found the hidden triangle of her pussy mound. Tracing along the fleecy edges, he came down to the already rigid sex lips. They were coated with her cunt juices. She was ready to fuck.

“Please, Adi, can we have some light? I want to be able to see you while we’re fucking.”

“But the light makes the sense of touch less intense. In the dark, you feel everything more strongly. There, isn’t that good?”

She felt his middle finger dive deep into her cunt. Once inside her, he wiggled it around until she almost came. But it wasn’t the same. She wanted to look him in the face, see the look of passion cross his fine features while they were fucking.

“Yes, but I want to seeeee!” –

He sighed and moved away. She started to protest when his finger slipped from its juicy berth. Then the safelight came on bathing her naked body in a funny orange light.

“God, you look like a dish of orange sherbet!” he exclaimed. Her tits rose and fell in the most delectable manner possible. He wanted to eat them, to lick them; to savor them for hours and hours. Nothing could be a finer treat.

Nothing but the ghostly, glowing area between her legs.

His attention shifted reluctantly from her boobs to her snatch. She was somehow able to make the inner pussy lips slip free of the outer labia. They were waving back and forth in the strange light in the most obscene and tantalizing manner he’d ever witnessed.

He felt his cock jump a little in anticipation of being kissed by those lewd cunt lips.

“Come to me, Adi! I want you! I want your sweet, long prick fucking me!” He heaved a great sigh now. The way his balls were churning and tumbling, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last too much longer. He was going to grant this sexy bitch her wish. He was going to fuck the living hell out of her.

He climbed up onto the cold counter and slipped between her wide-spread legs. Her thighs beckoned him, plump and fit. But it was more than her lovely legs he wanted now. His target was in sight. Moving forward, he was able to poke his prick into her juicy twat.

She shuddered at the first penetration. He didn’t simply shove himself balls deep into her. He was more gentle than that. He was more knowledgeable about what turned a woman on.

The thick purpled head of his cock rubbed lasciviously against her inner pussy lips until she was hardly able to lie still on the counter. The slight friction was enough to drive her out of her head with lust. The woman hunched up in a vain attempt to ram his prick all the way up her aunt. But he was too quick for her. He was teasing her, tormenting her, making her so damned hot she would beg him for his cock.

“Please! Give it to me! Don’t toy with me like this! You’re driving me out of my skull. My cunt’s burning up with desire!”

“You want more of this?” His hips slid forward a fraction of an inch. The entry into her aunt split her pussy lips and safely deposited the thick, bulbous end of his cock inside her cunt. She felt the throbbing fuck stick as if it were an entire percussion section of an orchestra. Each pulse sent ripples of delight throughout her body.

And she was greedy. She wanted more of his fine cock.

Another inch and she was Maltepe Escort reduced to sobs that wracked her body. She let her tits heave up and down. Each breath was like liquid fife in her lungs. Even her throat felt as if it were coated with sandpaper. Her entire body was as alive as a raw nerve in a tooth.

“All the way! Fuck me deep, damn you!”

He slipped another couple inches of cock into her seething, steamy hot cunt. Even this didn’t satisfy her. She wanted it all. Her yearning cunt demanded nothing less than all out fucking.

Another couple inches and he was buried deep she felt his balls wetly slapping against her upturned ass. Hips sliding from side to side, she was able to move all around the impaling spike of his prick. The way it jerked around in her tight sheath of pussy was almost more than she could bear.

This was living. This was being fucked by a real stud! ‘Fuck me good. Oh, sweet Lord, ride me, ride me hard!” Her entire body was bathed in the orange light. As he looked down on her body, he felt strange sensations ripping through him. There was no mistaking the gripping tight twat around his swollen cock. That was something he’d felt often enough to enjoy to the maximum.

But the way her body looked was so odd. The rivers of sweat flowing down her curvaceous body glowed like molten gold. Her raven hair was changed into a tangle of the most erotic-colored hair he could imagine. And there was nothing in the worId he wanted more than to fuck her.

She felt his prick slide back an inch then another and another until only the thick head of his glands remained between her pussy lips. She sighed as the pressure inside her cunt went away as his cock slid free. He had been stretching her inner membrane to the breaking point.

He was so damned big! And her poor little cunt was so small! But she wasn’t complaining. She knew more was on the way. Opening her lust-glazed eyes, she could see his face framed erotically by her twin mountains of tit. Raising her head a little more, she was able to look down the entire length of her body and see the ugly red cock slipping back into her cunt.

It was no longer red, however. The orange light overhead had changed it into something else. She had to laugh at the sight.

“What’s so funny?” he demanded.

“Your cock! It looks like a popsicle! An orange popsicle!”

“Does it feel that cold inside you?”

“Ummmm, oh, no! NO! It’s hot and big and fills me up!” He began fucking her with short, rapid stokes designed to push her to the brink of orgasm. The friction rapidly burned away her cunt juices. The once slumbering embers of her lust began to smolder.

Then they burst into little fires nibbling away at her guts.

When he began fucking with longer, deeper strokes, the tiny fires burst into all-out blazes threatening to consume her body with lust.

She allowed her body to respond to his fucking. She lay back on the counter, limp and excited and completely aroused, and let him fuck her as he wished. She simply enjoyed the feelings assaulting her tender young body.

“I… I am on fire!” she moaned out. Her fingers gripped his upper arms. She felt the smooth flow of his muscles. He was so strong, so masterful. And he made love better than any man she’d ever fucked before.

She came.

The orange-colored world around her went away in a moment of confusion. Her mind was soaked with orgasm. She became the slave of the man’s prick. All she could think about ‘was getting more and more of his prick as deep up her cunt as she could.

Her fleshy hips rose and crammed down on his impaling spike of prick. She wanted still more. She wasn’t satisfied with the power or the depth of his strokes.

She was thrashing about his cock like a fish on a hook. She was screaming and moaning and trying as hard as she could to get even more of his cock inside her convulsing cunt.

Then the climax died a little. She became even more aware of what he was doing to her. He had gone back to the short, rapid strokes designed to burn her cunt with erotic friction. His cockhead rubbed as sensuously as possible against her velvet-hung cunt walls.

He was pushing her right back up the pinnacle to another climax.

She couldn’t keep her hand from reaching down to her cit. She began diddling herself. The rocket blast of desire shooting into her tensed body was enough to push her over the edge again. She came. And came. And came again. She felt like an erotic machine gun going off. It was great.

Still he fucked her. He seemed tireless. His hips moved like well-oiled pistons. She felt her body being wrung out like a dishrag. No man had ever before made her feel this way. She was usually able to outlast any man and his deflectable cock.

Not this man. Not this stud. He was wearing her out and she loved every second of it.

She lifted her ass and began grinding her bush down into his as soon as his cock drove all the way up her tunnel of clutching, hot cunt. She was filled to overflowing with his prick. He burned her and made her feel like a complete woman with every fucking stroke into her softly yielding body.

She came again.

“Oh, shit,” she heard him moan between clenched teeth. “I can’t hold on any longer!”

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I lie beside him in a large bed. I am dressed in something lacy, gauzy, expensive thing that he picked from my closet. He is nude, his young body firm and lightly muscled, still moist from our earlier exertions. I love his smell at these times.
I, also am moist and I clasp a washcloth between my legs. It was warm when he brought it to me but it cools now in the pleasant air of the bedroom. We borrowed a chateau from a friend for the weekend. My scholar’s lessons continued but this time together is free time for him to design a delight for both of us. The fruits of my labors and his attention to his studies are evident.
Free time is an occasion to relax, for him to play with what I’ve taught him, but also a time for him to make mistakes.
At his direction, I danced for him earlier in the evening, after dinner. My attire was his design, a peasant dress with a bodice that revealed my décolletage, the undergarments flimsy enough to hint at details of my feminine nature. He directed the artists we summoned to assist us in preparing my hair and makeup. Everything was to his liking, every piece of jewelry on me his gift. It was an excellent opportunity to learn about him, to watch him, to enjoy him.
After the preparations, we dined and shared the simple conversation permitted by our intimacy. He was free to ask anything, to tell anything, to practice what I’d taught him of the words women like to hear in the lead-up to physical intimacy, but free time meant he’d receive no coaching, no feedback.
I’d simply respond as I believed a lover would respond.
Of course, he screwed up. He is young, you know.
“I am fascinated by you, my darling. What lead you to your current profession?” Yep, there it is.
“By profession, do you mean ‘whore’?” I showed in my eyes the fury boiling behind them.
He instantly began recovery as I’d taught him, but I wasn’t about to let him free easily.
“Oh, no, please forgive me, I didn’t mean…”
“A woman who takes payment for sex, what other term could you have in mind?” I know my face was red and now it showed the hint of tears. Even a man could tell.
“I hold you in the highest regard and what you do with me, for me couldn’t be further…”
“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? It’s the oldest pickup line in the world! I’ve obviously failed in everything I’d tried to do!” Finally, it’s time, I burst into tears and sob into my napkin.
He tried to take me in his arms. I shrug away violently. (This is a lot like any movie you’ve ever watched isn’t it? It didn’t seem that way to him – I guess it’s different living it.)
“GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE! DO YOU THINK I HAVE NO FEELINGS AT ALL?” Screaming this, I run to the ladies lavatory which I’d told him he was never to enter.
I washed my face and repaired the damage, giving him sobs to listen from time to time.
Music.
I hear music.
He’s playing his clarinet. I didn’t even know he brought it with him. Wait a minute. Did he plan this?
I immediately decide that I do not ever want to know.
I’ll just enjoy the moment.
A long time ago in our relationship (not so long in time, but does time matter?) I told him I loved a certain song. It was a fleeting moment in a frantic conversation, surrounded by a thousand inconsequential topics and I never expected him Ataşehir Escort to remember.
He’s playing that song on his clarinet.
Now, I’m crying, but for another reason.
An envelope slips under the door.
It’s indigo, the color I told him I associated with intuition. In the language of our relationship, it signifies me. The specific me of ‘Us’.
The card inside is off-white, the color I taught him to use in neutral communications. The ink is black, as I taught him to use in all personal cards, and the message…
The message…
The message says, “I hold you in the highest regard. The woman I will love the deepest and forever will be measured by, not compared to, you. Would you permit it, I should try to win you as that woman and spend the rest of my life trying to live as a man you could be proud of. Since you have forbidden this, I will not. But do not ever think I hold you as less than perfect in any aspect. There are relationships that define one’s life and our relationship is the first such in mine. I do not ask your forgiveness in this communication as I will end it by saying that I understand if you banish me from your presence forever. With respect and sincerity, Your Scholar.”
I’m soaking with tears, silent tears. No sobbing. My emotion is real and my anger (faux or not) is gone. My face is a mess, again.
Another envelope comes under the door.
This one is magenta, a color I taught him to associate with harmony and balance. In our relationship, I taught him this color means him, the specific him of ‘Us’.
“Dearest Teacher, I realize this should be the color that means the ‘Me’ that is not part of our relationship, as I believe I, and I alone, have put that relationship in danger with my foolish question. I could pretend it was phrased improperly, but to attempt to explicate myself from this sorrowful situation would be to denigrate your feelings, and I beg you to understand that I feel them deeply. If that is because I still feel so close to you, a feeling I do not deserve in any way, I apologize. In this communication, I do beg your forgiveness and offer anything in my power in exchange for the tiniest bit of relief to your anger and hurt. If I could take it all away with the deepest loss to myself I would do so without hesitation.”
He has pricked his finger and left a dot of blood on this card. This is our symbol to one another that is available to exchange for anything. It is the currency of our relationship. In return for this dot of blood, so tiny, he would act at my direction in a way that I know he would find opposite to the values and morals I know he cherishes. He would do the thing that would destroy us, but he would do it.
The clarinet begins again. He plays a song we heard the first night we dined together in a public place. At my direction, he’d worn my panties, bra, and garters with stockings beneath his clothing. I wanted him to learn early how certain things men like are uncomfortable and impractical. I explained to him that I didn’t teach him this to ask him not to enjoy such things, but to understand the magnitude of what women were willing to do to please men as part of a relationship.
He’d spent hours learning these two songs. Hours, away from me, thinking of me.
Finally, he spoke through the door.
“Please, Kadıköy Escort Teacher, you must forgive me. I do so honor and respect you and your pain is mine. I tremble before you and …” I can sense the tears on his face but I will not let him off.
Not yet.
“I really should send you away.” My tone is even, businesslike, without a hint of emotion. It’s as if we had just met – the night he first visited and kissed me for the first time. The night he had me in the way men have women. He would have thought it was intimate, that first night. He knows better, now. I’ve taught him real intimacy in our lessons, since. My tone also reminds him what he’s almost thrown away with a careless word. I know him well – he treasures our feelings, our ‘Us’.
Just as I do, by the way.
“I agree. I understand. Just tell me and I’ll leave.” I hear a muffled sob. He’s trying not to let me hear since he thinks I wouldn’t respect such a blatant attempt to sway me.
I open the door.
“If we’re going to cry, we have to cry together.”
We’re instantly in one another’s arms. Real tears wet one another’s backs. Our hands caress and cherish and soon kisses find necks and…
We break and look into each other’s eyes. Unprofessionally, I feel closer to him. He looks all red and wrinkly, but real joy shows in his eyes that I’ve forgiven him. Real joy.
“I wish to fix my face, but at my dressing table, so that you can watch. We won’t use this bath again, ever.”
“Thank you, Teacher.”
“It will remind us of the power of a careless word.”
“It will remind me of what I really cherish.”
“…about our relationship?”
“…about you, Teacher.”
I leave this be, but I smile at him. We move up to the bedroom we’ve shared and he goes to wash his face while I re-do mine. I prepare myself in a way he will associate with my willingness to engage in heavy, sordid, limitless sex. Makeup sex. Passion without cerebral thought. Fucking, for lack of a simpler term, but fucking like wild animals. Female, male, pheromones.
I change into a simple, form-fitting red dress. I stay barefoot, in keeping with my desires.
He comes back from the bathroom, his face composed and thoughtful. Not so thoughtfully that he doesn’t appraise me in his masculine way. He responds to my appearance – his face flushes, his eyes turn lustful. His shoulders square and he stands tall. He is a man, my man for now and he has just what I need. Just what I want.
“There’s a lovely fire downstairs, with a pile of comfy quilts arranged just so in front of it.” I say before he pushes me onto the bed. I turn quickly and walk out the door toward the stair. My bottom does that thing it does when my reptile brain wants to encourage male attention.
He hurries after me.
We’re almost running before we find our way downstairs. I know if he touches me, we’ll do it on the stairs. Not that it wouldn’t be romantic, but I really want to be taken in front of the fire.
I reach the pile of quilts safely and kneel before him. The warm glow of the fire probably enhances my appearance before him. The thin fabric of the dress is no match for the warmth of the flames and I feel it gently caress my bare thighs and chest. Kneeling, of course, is a turn-on for most men, as well. He pauses a moment before coming to me, Bostancı Escort enjoying the sight before him. I sigh with pleasure that he is well taught.
“I need a moment before we start,” I say, ever the instructor, I’m afraid.
“Yes,” His voice trembles as his eyes meet mine.
“This is free time. Think only of pleasure, of feeling, of love. There’s nothing to learn here, just a woman needing her man. I intend to let myself go with you, the way I did on our first evening. This time it’s my choice. I need to know you as a man, not as my student. There will be no review, no critique. Just … make love to me. I’ll call you Jason instead of ‘Scholar’ to signify this and I’ll say no more about it.”
“Very well, but I do not know your name, Teacher.”
“It’s better you do not, but for tonight I’ll ask you to call me…” I pause.
He watches expectantly.
“Call me ‘Gabrielle’. It’s the name that I chose, not the one I was given. I’ve never used it with a student before, so it’ll be unique to you. There’s only one other who knows I like to be called that and she is certainly not a lover.”
“Gabrielle,” he tries it, feeling it in his mouth.
“I love the sound of your voice saying it. Now kiss me, please…” I smile and unbutton the first button below my cleavage. The skin is moist from the warmth.
“I thought you weren’t going…”
“Are you going to make me…” my protestation is silenced by the pressure of his lips. He was a good kisser before I taught him and I enjoy the sensation of release as I drop any pretense that I could teach him any more. I am free, free to respond in a natural manner. I just … enjoy him, his lips, his tongue, his hand guiding my chin to him, his arm around me.
I forget what I’ve shown him, what I’ve taught him, what little and big movements there are to please one another. I just do it and he does me. His finger finds my middle bare of panties and waxed smooth for his pleasure. I watch his smile and his finger penetrates me and finds me hot and soaking for his attention. One of us released all the buttons on the dress and he parts the fabric and covers my nipple with his lips. He nibbles and sucks them and I swear I fainted at his touch. When I open my eyes, he is inside me and I know the wonder of man and woman and the way we’re made to fit together and to please one another. My hands find his buttocks and I press him into me, following his motions. Oh, God, the joy of being fucked. It’s just wonderful. My legs tangle with his as I am frantic that we not be separated for the tiniest instant.
I build and build and love this man and his stamina but he gasps and squirts into me, the pulsations strong and insistent. He is young and it goes on for some time, the infinity we seek as completion. I do not sully our time by pretending I’m done as well, but I relax and enjoy his breath on my neck, his hands still clasping my buttocks, one finger touching my anus, circling still. He relaxes and I feel his weight on me. I can breathe and I enjoy this weight, this utter relaxation after he’s come.
I stroke his hair so fond of him, so loving him at this moment. I feel the fire dying down and I push him beside me and kiss his sweet lips once, twice, and then again. I pull the covers over us and lick his moist cheek.
This time my tears are joyous. I feel I will never know such happiness. There is no future no past just the now – the fire dies and I smell this wonderful man beside me and the sticky icky sense of what he’s left inside me.
He’ll wake in the morning and remember he owes me one.
I taught him well.

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My girlfriend finally made the decision to sell her house in Yonkers, NY and move down to Florida to live with me.

Since she had been here with me before, we already knew where we wanted to live and what house we wanted built.

She put her house up for sale and I met with the builder. Since we already knew colors and the necessities of the new house, things went well with the builder.

We decided on a secluded piece of property, which was a must, as we are nudists. The house would have two large bedrooms, one being the master.

What we wanted that was different from the cookie cutter floor plan was a sumptuous master bathroom.

We wanted a large jetted tub, big enough for two comfortably. We also wanted a stone shower that was big enough for four, with multiple shower heads.

You must think we are crazy but over the years, the most erotic sex my girlfriend and I have ever had has been in large tubs or showers. We find them very erotic for our sexual activities.

The house was going to be built in three months which was enough time for my girlfriend to sell and close on her house.

My girlfriend’s house sold in two months and the closing was scheduled for the following month, which was perfect timing.

The Ümraniye Escort new house was almost ready and the builder was just adding enough trees and shrubbery, along with an eight foot high privacy fence all around the 1/2 acre backyard.

The inside of the house was completed and the master bathroom was perfect.

The house up north closed and whatever stuff she had was packed and on a truck coming south.

My girlfriend drove down and she stayed with me a couple of days before we closed on the new house and moved in.

She loved the place, especially how private and secluded it was from the outside world.

When she saw the master bathroom, I thought she was going to pass out from sight of it. She said it was everything she wanted.

She put whatever clothing and stuff away and we went out to dinner to celebrate.

I asked her how her trip was and she said it was great. There was no traffic and the drive was easier than she thought it would be. She said she wasn’t even tired.

We had a great meal and some nice wine. By the time we finished, it was getting late.

We headed back to our new home. We didn’t have any tv yet so we decided to get ready for bed.

I asked her if she wanted to İstanbul Escort test out our new shower and, with a gleam in her eyes, she said yes.

We undressed and went into the bathroom. We hugged and kissed and my cock was hard in a second.

We entered the cavernous shower and I turned the water on. Then, six shower heads spurted out warm water all over our bodies. The feeling was terrific.

As the water hit our bodies from various angles, we pulled our bodies together and kissed. Her mouth opened to take in my tongue. Our hands were all over each other.

I managed to lather some soap on her nakedness and massaged the lather all over her, with special attention to her big breasts and nipples.

As I was lathering her body, she moved her hand down to my hard cock and grasped my shaft gently.

Then my love knelt down and engulfed my cock into her open mouth and started sucking my pulsating member as water sprayed on us from every direction.

I grabbed her head and pushed her mouth further onto my cock until she had my cock completely in her mouth.

I told her I was going to cum. She stopped sucking my cock and removed it from her mouth and started jerking me off. Just then, I shot stream after Anadolu Yakası Escort stream of my cum into her mouth and on her face and tits.

When my cock stopped spurting out cum, she got up and kissed me, sharing my cum. I rubbed my cum all over her then let the water wash away what was left.

Eventually we finished and then my love said she wanted to try the jetted tub.

So, I started filling the tub up and we continued our lovemaking as the tub filled. Once there was enough water, we got in and put the Jets on.

Our bodies were hit by a multitude of water jets all over our bodies. We pulled our bodies together and enjoyed the pulsating water hitting us.

I pulled her on top of me and she was able to slip my cock into her cunt. She started riding me, sliding up and down on my rigid shaft.

We kissed and then she pushed her nipple in my mouth and I started sucking, all the time playing with her tit.

She started riding me harder and faster and she said she was going to cum. Then her body started shaking, going into spasms as her cunt muscles tightened on my shaft. As she came, I shot a small amount of cum into her.

After she came, we just staid in that position with the jets relaxing our bodies.

We finally finished and got out and dried ourselves off and headed to bed.

We cuddled with my arm around her nakedness and just before she fell asleep she said that she was happy that we got the large shower and jetted tub and looked forward to many nights like we just had.

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I sat quietly at my desk looking through the glass partition at my pretty co-worker, Sarah. She had been the object of my attention ever since I had accidentally seen her do something a week ago that had left me with my mouth hanging open and shaking my head in disbelief.

Sarah was probably in her early forties with blond hair, blue eyes and a figure that can be described as quite respectable. She always dressed in such a way as to show off her curves to their best advantage and seemed to have an affinity for wearing denim skirts with tight and sometimes-layered sweaters, her breasts prominently displayed for all to view.

I had noticed that she received e-mails with a much greater frequency than any of the other employees and often made it a point to be away from my desk and standing near hers at an out of the way file cabinet when she would open her Yahoo mail account.

I couldn’t actually read any of the e-mails as she opened them because I was too far away but I could tell that for the most part, whoever had sent them usually wrote several lengthy paragraphs and signed their name at the bottom with a single, bold faced capital G.

It wasn’t that she received so many e-mails during the day that caught my main attention; it was her demeanor after reading many of them that caused my radar to lock onto her.

I watched her that day as the mornings first e-mail arrived. She cast a hurried glance around the office and then leaned towards her monitor and opened the mail. As she read the first paragraph, I saw a rosy flush begin to creep up her throat and onto her cheeks and by the time she had finished reading all three paragraphs, she was squirming in her chair with one of her hands in her lap. She typed a short reply and hit send, then leaned against the back of her chair and exhaled softly.

I returned to my office and acted as if I was busy but in reality was watching her out of the corner of my eye. I need not have bothered being careful because as soon as the next mail alert arrived she shot upright in her chair, quickly opened it and within a matter of seconds was totally engrossed in the words on the monitor in front of her.

I watched as she would smile and nod her head as she read, fidgeting about in her seat, slowly opening and closing her legs to a rhythm that only she could hear and her tongue would dart out and lick her lips, then slip quickly back into her mouth.

By the time she had finished reading, her hand once again was in her lap and from the angle my view of her afforded me, saw that she was gently pressing downwards against her crotch through her denim skirt.

It became obvious to me at this point that whatever she was reading was of a sexual nature and I felt that I just had to know what it was and who this mysterious G was. I knew her husband from the various parties that the company would throw for us as moral builders and he seemed a decent sort. Although we had never talked much at these gatherings, I doubted that he would be sending her e-mail’s of a nature that would cause her to place her career in jeopardy were she to be caught by one of the higher ups.

The next e-mail arrived several minutes later and upon opening it, she returned to the words on the screen.

She became so focused on the words in front of her that she forgot about me in my office not fifteen feet from her and began to repeat her squirming and touching routine. It was as if she were at home and in the privacy of her bedroom so oblivious she was to her surroundings and it was then that she crossed the boundary of office etiquette and did something beyond belief.

As I watched, she raised her ass off of the chair a few inches and her right hand snaked inside her skirt for a moment and tugged at something. She repeated the movement with her left hand and then got off the chair and onto her knees like she was trying to reach something under her desk. I saw her hand reach beneath her skirt and a small flash of white appear around her knees and as she sat back on her chair it dropped to her ankles and was quickly kicked off her feet to lay on the floor under her desk.

Her panties! She had removed her panties at her desk for some reason. ‘What on earth could that have been about?’ I wondered.

I had to know what was in the e-mails from G that had caused her to lose all inhibitions and act in such a reckless manner right in front of me.

A quick flurry of activity in the hallway between our offices brought me back to my senses and just as I returned to my work saw her lean over and snatch the panties off the floor and stuff them into her purse.

Acting like I was hard at work I reviewed the incident over and over in my head and then on impulse I picked up the phone and called our I.T. department and asked them to send a technician to my office as soon as they could spare one.

For the next fifteen minutes I actually accomplished a small amount of real work and had become completely Maltepe Escort absorbed in a client’s soil analysis for the landscaping project he had hired us to do at his home.

“You called for a tech?” I heard a shaky voice ask.

I looked up from the papers scattered across my desk to see a tall, thin, young man dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt, his dark hair worn very long and tied back in a ponytail. He was carrying an old, brown briefcase that bulged out at the sides and had probably seen better days. In his free hand he had a cell phone that as soon as he walked in the door and closed it behind him, tucked it into his back pocket.

“What can I do for you?” He asked politely.

I recognized him immediately. It was the office geek; a guy that had the distinction of being called the ‘computer fixer guy,’ but he was very good at what he had been hired to do and though odd, could perform magic on any computer in our network.

There were rumors that had floated throughout the office since he had been hired that he could find out anything about anyone in the system if he wanted to and that’s exactly what I wanted him to do for me. I just had to figure out a way to finesse him into helping me in my quest without being too obvious about my intentions and stroke his ego at the same time.

“I need a little help,” I admitted smiling broadly, “and I understand you’re just the guy to help me.”

He walked to the front of my desk, put his briefcase down and took a seat in one the leather chairs that adorned my office, crossed his legs and put his hands behind his head.

“Let me guess,” he said, “you’ve been somewhere you shouldn’t have been and now have a virus to show for it. Right?”

“No. Not at all.” I sputtered.

“Well then, what’s the problem? Why do you need me?”

“It’s kind of personal, if you know what I mean,” I said, “and probably way beyond company policy.”

“Ok, you’ve got my complete attention. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to turn around and glance at the woman sitting behind you in the next office.”

“Yeah,” he said, turning quickly and then fastening his eyes back on mine, “It’s Sarah. So what?”

“Is there anyway for you to fix it where I can see everything she receives? Even e-mails?”

“That’s kinda nosey don’t ya think?”

“Be that as it may, can you do it or not? You’re supposed to be so good at this shit.”

“Don’t get your panties all in a bunch dude. Sure, I can do it, but why would I want to?”

I sighed, reached into my back pocket and removed my wallet. Extracting two bills, I tossed them on the desk in front of his face.

“Recognize that man?” I asked.

“Sure I do.” He said picking up the bills, “Ben’s a good friend of mine, a very good friend. But for what you want, it’s gonna take two more of him to make it happen.”

Without missing a beat, I pulled two more bills from my wallet and tossed them to him.

“Is that enough?”

“Yep, that will do fine.” He said, as he folded the four bills and slipped them into his shirt pocket, ran his hands through his hair and then leaned forward and placed his forearms on the desk.

“When Sarah leaves work this afternoon, I’ll pay a little visit to her computer and install a program that will allow you to access everything she does on line. Web sites she might visit, e-mails she sends or receives, everything dude. By tomorrow morning you’re gonna be in a position to know everything you want to know about her.”

“Excellent,” I said, “and this little transaction stays between us, right?”

“My lips are sealed dude.” He said, as he got up and walked to the door and then turned to face me, “you’re gonna be a virtual voyeur and she’ll never have a clue you’re there.”

CHAPTER 2

Quitting time finally arrived and I gathered my papers and charts, stuffed them into my briefcase and walked out my office door, almost running into Sarah in the process.

“Sorry about that Sarah, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“That’s ok Brian, I wasn’t either. I’m heading to my oldest son’s soccer game and don’t want to be late. See you tomorrow.”

I watched her as she walked away from me, her ass swinging from side to side so provocatively that I felt a smile form on my lips and my cock tingle.

“Soon Sarah, very soon,” I thought, “and I’ll know all of your secrets.”

The next day dawned bright and sunny and there was an extra bounce in my step as I opened the office door and took my place behind my desk. I glanced over to Sarah’s cube but she hadn’t arrived as of yet, so I removed the papers I’d need today and lay them on the desk in front of me, fired up my computer and waited as it went through all of it’s moans and groans before it was ready to use.

I was sure that the computer fixer guy had done as he had promised because I noticed a small happy face stuck to the on button of my monitor. I heard movement out in İstanbul Escort the hallway and looking up, saw that Sarah had arrived and was setting out her work materials on her desk. I watched as she sat down and reached beside her desk and turned on her computer and then glancing at me, smiled and started her work.

Thirty minutes had passed and I saw nothing unusual happening from her computer so I busied myself once again. Without warning, a small message popped up in the lower right corner that said ‘you have mail’. I looked up to see her grab her mouse and click on the screen.

There it was! I was seeing her email just as she was. I was elated because now I would be able to get to the bottom of this and maybe be able to use this new information about her to my advantage.

The first e-mail started out innocently enough, with someone asking how her weekend went and hoped that she had a little fun at home. At the end of the message I saw what I had been looking for, the single capital letter G.

I watched as she replied to his message with an explanation of how she had finally managed to get a little loving from her husband but that she was still horny and wondered if G would like to play today? She hit the send button and leaned against the back of her chair, smiling.

It wasn’t but a very few minutes that the message thing popped up again and she opened the next email from G.

This time though, it wasn’t so innocent as before. He started right off by asking the color of her panties she was wearing today and did she have a skirt on. He went on to ask if she was in the mood for a small story and to see if he could make her panties wet from reading it.

Evidently this was something that they had done before because without waiting for an answer, he started his tale.

**********

“As I have mentioned to you before, my wife had gone to Germany with her father on business and I was home alone. This was in the days before I had a computer and I was just sitting around watching a little TV and sipping on a beer.

I heard a truck in the driveway and got up to see who had come over. I flipped on the porch light and recognized our friends, Bobby and Linda from up the road apiece. They were already three sheets in the wind and Linda was carrying a quart jar of ‘shine in her hand. After exchanging a few pleasantries and giving Linda a hug, I invited them inside.

We went into the dining room and sat at the table, talking and laughing at the antics of the people we knew that Bobby was relating to us. Linda had taken a large sip of the ‘shine and handed it to Bobby to take a drink. He passed the jar to me but I told them that I’d better stick with the beer for now and opened another one to stress the point.

Our conversation went on and all the while, they were passing the jar back and forth between them. Bobby’s speech had become slurred and every once in a while he would burst out in a maniacal laugh, which of course, made Linda, and I laugh too.

Out of the blue, Linda told Bobby that she wanted to sit on his lap. He grinned and pushed his chair away from the table, slapped his thighs and told her to plant her fat ass right there.

She was wearing a black mini skirt with no stockings and when she threw her leg across his lap, exposed her cunt to my view. It was as naked as the day she was born and the first time I had ever seen a shaved pussy up close.”

**********

‘Man, this guy doesn’t waste any time.’ I thought, as I glanced at Sarah and saw that she was staring intently at her screen and with a rosy flush beginning to creep up her face. ‘I wonder if this guy is just making this shit up or if it really happened?’ I looked back down at the monitor and continued to read her e-mail.

**********

“She asked me to move my chair closer and sit by them, which I gladly did. From my vantage point, I was able to look directly between Linda’s legs and at her now spread pussy straddling his lap. She kissed Bobby sloppily with an open mouth and I could see her tongue snake in and out as she licked his face and lips.

She handed me the jar of ‘shine once again and told me to take a drink with her. I really didn’t want to but I did anyway; pussy has that effect on me it seems.

Time passed as quickly as the jar of ‘shine did and it wasn’t too much longer that Bobby was beginning to nod off. She shook his shoulders and asked him if he minded if she kissed me. He told her that he didn’t care and that she could even fuck me if she wanted and then broke out in peals of laughter. Linda leaned over and planted a big one on me, her tongue entering my mouth quickly and then withdrawing.

I was surprised to say the least but had made it a habit to never refuse a woman what she wants, especially if there might be something in it for me.

We made out for Anadolu Yakası Escort a while, her still straddling his lap and me sitting beside them in my chair, and quickly learning the contours of each other’s mouths when she broke a kiss and asked me if I was hard. I took her hand and pressed it firmly against my crotch where there was no mistaking the bulge hidden beneath my denim jeans.

Fair is fair and I asked her if she was wet. She took my hand and placed it between her legs, slowly moving it up and down her slit. I had never felt another woman’s pussy that was as wet as hers was that night. My forefinger slipped inside her cunt without any resistance and she moaned her approval as I started to finger fuck her on his lap.

I glanced at Bobby and saw that he was watching us closely with a huge smile on his face and a line of drool running from the corner of his mouth. He was fried!

Linda patted him on top of his head, kissed him on the lips and got off his lap. She turned backwards to me and slowly worked her way up my legs until she was nestled against my belly and sitting directly on top of my hard cock. She leaned back against my chest, pulled her short skirt up over her hips and spread her legs as wide as she could. She took my hand and placed it on her wet cunt, pressing my hand hard against her hot, wet core.”

“What about it, Sarah,” the writer asked. “Anything happening at your end yet? Want to hear more of the story?”

G

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I looked up again and saw that Sarah was doing her squirming in her chair thing again but this time she wasn’t alone. I had sprouted a hard-on from reading his tale and beginning to see what she saw in these mails. My hand was in my lap and my thumb was rubbing across the head of my cock making it grow thicker by the second.

I watched as she typed her short reply.

“I’m gonna have to wring these panties out…they’re soaking wet!…more, please.”

She hit send and her message disappeared into the net and to the unknown man called G.

Ten long minutes later, another e-mail arrived and I eagerly watched my screen as she opened it on hers to read.

“She was so wet that I was able to put two and then three fingers inside her hungry hole and begin to finger her. She was rocking her cunt back and forth across my painfully swollen cock until she stood up briefly and asked me to take out my cock.

I did as she requested and at the same time, unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my jeans and slid them down to the tops of my boots. I held my cock upright in my hand and Linda lightly slapped it away, grasped it with her own hand and rubbed it up and down her slit once and then sat down so hard on my cock that I swear I could feel her puckered asshole against my pubic bone as she ground her cunt against me.

She moaned deep in her throat and sat still for a moment, my cock buried deep inside her pussy when she turned her head and kissed me hard, then whispered in my ear that my cock was larger than Bobby’s. She eased her ass forward and leaning over, starting to move her ass in small, short, circular motions, never lifting her ass more than an inch or so from my cock. I looked at Bobby again and he still had that stupid, insipid grin plastered across his face.

To say that she was wet is, looking back, perhaps an understatement because I could feel her juices flowing from her cunt and soaking my pubic hair. She leaned further forward, put her hands on my knees and started to slam her cunt up and down on my hard cock. Every time she lifted her ass, I could feel her cunt muscles grip my shaft and oh my God, it felt so wonderful.

She threw herself back against my chest, kissed my cheek and quickly ran her wet tongue down my neck, my cock still impaled deep in her cunt and asked me to frig her clit as I fucked her.

At the first touch of my finger against her swollen clit, she shuddered and a deep, primal groan issued from her throat. Her cunt gripped my cock harder and harder and my breath was momentarily taken away by the intensity of the moment.

I gently pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger and she started to actually convulse on my lap and almost went totally limp, sighed and lay back against me.

After a few moments, she regained her composure and asked if we could lie down on the couch. I looked at Bobby with his head hanging as only someone in the grips of alcohol could accomplish and nodded my head in agreement.

She stood up abruptly and my still hard cock slipped out of her cunt followed by a flood of her cream cascading down my legs and then onto the floor.

I stood up on very shaky legs, pulled my jeans up enough to manage the short walk to the living room couch.

She took off her top, her small breasts now free and unrestrained, slid her small skirt down her legs and kicked it off with her foot. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel off of the guest rack and quickly returned to her, folding it in half and sliding it beneath her ass. I didn’t want to have to explain to my wife when she returned, why there was a sticky spot where she normally sat.

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This is a standalone story that should make sense even if you have not read any other chapters. I wrote this a year ago but have not got round to submitting it – sorry for the delay. Towards the end, this story ticks off a few different kinks – as always, this is fantasy (although partly based in real events). Thanks for reading.

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Andy checked his bow tie in the mirror a final time, made sure his miniature medals were sat straight on the breast of his bright red Mess Dress jacket and had a final look for any undone buttons on his navy-blue waistcoat before knocking back the last of his whisky and turning out the light to his room in the Officers’ Mess. He strode out into the dark and set course for the opposite corner of the small British Army base in Yorkshire.

As he walked through the quiet darkness he exchanged a nod with a security guard; a huge German Shepherd trotting along beside him. Alone again he considered his first month in this new posting and decided he could count himself lucky. In his Battalion, he had been caught doing something (very) naughty with his Platoon’s Medic – a non-commissioned officer. As he himself was a Captain this had nearly cost him his career, but instead the girl had been whisked off on a special assignment somewhere and he had been assigned to a large Headquarters up North. The work was nowhere near as exciting as being in his Battalion but it would certainly do his career no harm. He definitely did consider himself lucky.

A few short minutes later he was at the entrance of the Sergeants’ Mess. Tonight was the anniversary of a Napoleonic battle. It had actually been a great British defeat, but peculiar to British culture, the Army celebrated its ‘brave and glorious’ defeats almost as much as its victories. So, some 200 years after the last short was fired, the Officers were invited to the Sergeants’ Mess for drinks, dinner, drinks, toasts, speeches and more drinks. It was considered a badge of honour if you were still one of the last men standing in the bar when the sun was rising the next day. For their part the Sergeants’ Mess would assign hosts to each guest to ensure they were so plied with alcohol that they crashed out long before that. The rivalry between the Messes was good natured and founded on grudging respect, so Andy was looking forward to this evening greatly.

Walking into the dimly lit entrance hall (which looked blindingly bright compared to outside) Andy was met by his host for the evening. He was slightly surprised that it was Sergeant Armitage; a rather pretty, late twenties clerk who worked in the office next to his. He looked her over in her long dress and high collared jacket deciding that while it was not exactly a miniskirt, she looked considerably more feminine than she did in her combats.

“Good evening Sir.” Sergeant Armitage beamed at him, handing him a pint of lager with one hand. “A drink?” Andy nodded his thanks and took the glass from her. As soon as the weight had been transferred to him, her other hand came quickly over the top with a penny clenched between her fingers. One of the oldest tricks in the book was to drop a coin into someone’s drink and, as it was embossed with an image of the monarch, to tell your victim that ‘the Queen is drowning’ which then forced the target to down the drink in one go, catching the coin in their teeth and therefore ‘saving’ the Queen.

Andy was not easily caught off guard. Without spilling a drop of beer, his free hand caught Sergeant Armitage by the wrist and jerked her hand away from the glass and towards him. The penny, already being released, dropped harmlessly onto the floor and rolled into the corner of the room. Sergeant Armitage squeaked as she came off balance in her heels and stumbled towards him, ending up with her warm body pressed to him, looking up at his face with trepidation; a situation that surprised them both.

They stood like that for an indescribably long two seconds, looking into each other’s eyes before she pulled herself upright and blushed bright red. For his part, Andy managed to keep his composure and quietly offered “Well, this is a more hands on style of hosting than I am used to. I hope this continues. Shall we go on through…” The Sergeant, cursing under her breath, but managing to smile anyway, led Andy through into the ante room. The room was large, with lots of space for the fifty or so people stood in it. Its walls were covered in antique weapons, silver pieces stolen from the French hundreds of years ago, and oil paintings of Victoria Cross winners. It was a room that reeked of history and tradition and immediately put Andy at ease.

The same was not quite true of Sergeant Armitage however. She conducted her duties as a host well enough; ensuring his glass was never empty, steering him round the room to talk to different knots of people, reminding him of people’s names when he stumbled. But throughout it all she seemed on edge and was knocking back gin and tonics at an alarming rate. Rather than calming her down, the booze seemed to be pumping her up more. In no time at all she was quite drunk Kartal Escort and insisting, in a slightly manic way, that he should call her Michelle – something he refused to do.

This did not mean he was not enjoying her company. Despite the fact it was a bit like watching a car crash, Andy was interested in her anecdotes, amused by her (very unusual) laugh and just a little bit turned on whenever she leaned on his arm – which was often. Eventually they had spoken to everyone in the room that Andy had any desire to talk to and he caught her by the wrist again as they were moving across the room and pulled her towards the fireplace so they could talk just between themselves.

“I know a secret.” Michelle said, giggling once they were alone.

“What’s that then?”

“I know why you are here at a Brigade HQ rather than in your Battalion.” Andy stopped sipping his drink and looked at her. “Your CO wrote a covering letter to the Chief of Staff when you were posted explaining the ‘issue’ that had got you moved. I do the shredding in the HQ but I read that one before I put it in the machine. It said you were found doing it in the back of a truck with a medic.” Michelle was obviously very pleased with herself for knowing this information but Andy was far from happy. His hand found her wrist again and firmly squeezed. He leaned his face in close and hissed her ear.

“Sergeant Armitage…” he said through gritted teeth.

“Michelle.” She interrupted. He ignored her.

“That is very sensitive information that could do me a lot of damage if it was public knowledge.” He added menace to his voice as well as his imposing physical actions.

It was her turn to ignore him. “I’d like you to call me Michelle. I can’t believe you called that Corporal by her rank the whole time you were banging her?” A drunken giggle slipped out, “Although I bet she called you ‘Sir’ didn’t she?” Michelle leaned in herself, closing the distance between them to just inches and breathed so quietly he asked himself if he had heard her correctly “If you do to me what you did to her I will call you Sir, or anything you want…”

Before Andy could reply, a bugler marched into the room and played a short blast of deafening music before announcing that it would be five minutes until dinner was served. Sergeant Armitage sprang free from Andy’s grip and headed for the toilets. As she walked she looked over her shoulder and smiled at Andy, making his mouth go dry as he considered what she might have just implied.

As they moved into the dining room, Andy was introduced to his other host for the evening, Sergeant Faye Milner who Andy only knew by sight from around camp. She was a logistician and had something to do with the driver troop in the support squadron. She was another girl who benefitted enormously from being out of combats and wearing something a bit more feminine. She was very different in body type from Michelle (who was curvy and buxom, with a soft feminine appeal – like a 1950’s pin-up girl) and instead had the lean, skinny body of a runner, but not in an unattractive way. Andy thought that with her flat stomach, slim arms and lips that were always slightly parted she looked a bit like Mila Jovovich.

With a girl on each side of him, Andy had a great time at dinner as they drank wine, told jokes and shared stories. Michelle continued to get drunker than Andy as the meal progressed but she was not slumped at the table or slurring her words. Instead she was laughing more, talking louder and every so often leaning over to talk to Faye and resting her body on Andy’s shoulder (something he found he could not object to).

While they were waiting for the starters to be cleared and Faye was occupied talking to someone on the other side of her, Michelle casually slipped her napkin onto Andy’s lap under the tablecloth. When Andy picked it up he found, much to his surprise, that inside the crisp white linen napkin was a lacy black thong, neatly folded into a small ball. Andy looked at Michelle and got that same knowing smile. He wracked his brains and realised that she must have taken them off at the five-minute call before dinner. And if he was holding her knickers in his hands that meant that was nothing covering her pussy – a thought that tickled his imagination with the thought of a beautiful, naked pussy, waiting just inches from him. Faye turned back to him at that moment and he lost his chance to ask Michelle what the hell she was up to but he did use the napkin to wipe his mouth and take the chance to take a deep breath of the feminine scent of the thong. This earned him a dig in the ribs from Michelle but Andy felt she could hardly be scandalised when she was the girl wearing no knickers, handing them out to boys over dinner.

Eventually it was time for the Regimental Sergeant Major to give a speech. It was a good one, hitting all the major topics of history, tradition, pride and duty but making sure there were plenty of jokes thrown in as well. It had only been going a few minutes when Andy felt Michelle’s hand on his thigh underneath the tablecloth. Pendik Escort Regardless of how drunk she was, there was no way it was a mistake. Especially not when she fixed Andy with a long stare and smile to accompany it. Soon the hand moved firmly onto the bulge of his crotch which had been throbbing in his trousers since he received her ‘gift’ earlier. She gently squeezed his shaft secure in the knowledge that no one could see what she was doing although Andy was just as concerned that someone would see his reaction.

The teasing little bitch kept this up for the duration of the speech, then as the RSM announced there would be a 15 minute comfort break before the next speech, she quickly handed him her place card. Inside the card was hurriedly written in eye liner ‘Scruffs Bar, now!’ By the time he had finished looking at it, Michelle had vanished from sight into the throng of people leaving the dining room. Andy pocketed her knickers and rose to find the small honesty bar that would not be in use for the function this evening. Sergeant Milner gave him a funny look and gestured to his crotch with her eyes. Realising what she meant he hurriedly sat down again and reorganised his erection to make it a bit more subtle before trying again. Slipping away was easy, no one noticing him walking straight past the main bar.

When he walked into the Scruffs Bar, the main lights were out and only the light from the glass fronted fridges illuminated Sergeant Armitage. She had taken off her stiff, formal jacket and was kneeling in the middle of the floor, wearing just her blue silk dress with a bottle next to her. She had her legs tucked neatly up underneath her and was applying lip gloss when he came in. “Come here, Sir.” she motioned with her finger. As he stood in front of her, she looked up through her eyelashes and whispered “We need to be quick.” Wasting no time, she undid the buttons holding his flies closed and slid her cool hand into his trousers, fishing out his semi-hard dick. Jutting out horizontally it was pointing directly at her face but rather than putting it in her mouth, she leaned forward and planted a wet kiss, sticky with lip gloss on each of his balls. His dick immediately jumped and then bounced for a moment. Michelle smiled before repeating the trick several more times. Each time she did, his dick was slightly more elevated when it stopped moving until eventually it was rigid and reaching upwards out of the gap in his trousers. She then ran her tongue from his balls up to the sensitive area under the head of his cock and flicked the area rapidly causing him to draw breath. She moved her mouth until it was tantalisingly close to closing on his shaft but she stopped just short of forming a seal. She then sank back down on her knees, eliciting a groan from Andy.

Michelle giggled again and lifted the bottle from the floor. “Look what I found! It must have been here for years!” She was holding a bottle of creme de menthe, a mint flavoured liqueur that often cluttered up bars but no one ever drank. Andy watched as Michelle tipped a generous amount into her mouth then without warning grabbed his cock and pulled it into her mouth. The sensation was of a wet and slightly cool blowjob and was far from unpleasant but nothing unexpected. Michelle started to suck up and down over the first inch or two of his dick, keeping his head away from the back of her throat. Very quickly he felt the heat of the menthol on the sensitive skin of his cock along with the exquisite feel of her tongue washing the liquid all over his shaft.

Michelle pulled away from him and then pursed her lips and blew gently over the end of his penis. The heat he felt was immediately replaced by a shocking cold sensation that lasted for just a second before she pulled him back into her mouth, engulfing him in warmth again. Over and over she repeated the process; menthol sucking, cool air blowing, menthol sucking, cool air blowing. It was driving Andy mad; the time limit until he needed to be back at the table forgotten as he wished this sensation would go on forever. But there was no way that was going to happen as Michelle’s mouth worked the top third of his dick and she moved her hands to start stroking the base of his shaft. Andy groaned again and inadvertently thrust himself into her mouth – a warning sign for any girl.

Michelle let his heavy dick slip out of her mouth but carried on stroking him with her hands. She looked up at him again and with her eyes locked on his whispered “Sir, you will cum inside me later but right now I want my desert. I want you to relax and shoot your spunk right… into… my… mouth.” With that she clamped her lips back down on his dick and pumped him furiously into her mouth with her hands. Andy threw his head back with a groan and felt semen shoot out of his dick. Michelle was an absolute pro, keeping a tight seal on his shaft, not spilling a drop. As he fought the urge to grab her hair and fuck his dick into her face he instead balled his fists and relished the feeling of his cum pumping onto her tongue. As his spurts slowed and then stopped Göztepe Escort he felt his whole body relax and his toes tingled.

Michelle slurped her way off his minty, sticky dick and then keeping eye contact, swallowed the whole spitty, spunky mess, even opening her mouth to show him it was all gone.

“Quick!” she said, packing his tool away in his trousers. “We need to be back in the dining room soon!” He helped her back into her jacket and shoved the bottle back on the bar before they jogged, giggling back towards the dining room.

They re-joined the majority of the revellers just in time as people sat down at the table. Sgt Milner gave them both a dirty look as they came in together which made Andy’s stomach lurch – for her part Michelle stuck her tongue out at her friend and blew a raspberry. Sgt Milner’s face broke into a smile and she winked good naturedly at Andy, making him felt much better.

As they took their seats, Michelle leaned in and breathed into his ear “This had better not take long… I am dripping wet. I want you to come up to my room and run me through – I am fucking gagging for it!” Andy’s reply caught in his throat as he briefly imagined lifting her ankles onto his shoulder and sliding his length into her.

The final part of the dinner dragged by. All Andy could think of was the girl next to him. Every little movement of her head reminded him that he had just blown a load down her throat. Every movement of her hips reminded him that her thong was in his pocket and her bare, wet pussy was so close to being uncovered. After an agony of waiting, dinner was over and the crowd moved through into the ante-room again. As they were moving through, Michelle grabbed Andy’s wrist and pulled him out of a side door. They cut through the now quiet kitchens and in no time were in the corridor where the female sergeants had their rooms. At her door, Andy stopped her. “Are you sure you want this? We are taking a hell of a risk…”

“I’m not worried about that,” she said, squaring her body to his, and putting her arms round his neck “I am so fucking ready for this I would do it even if the Queen was watching.” Andy leaned down and kissed her. It was a strong, passionate kiss which she eagerly returned. The thought crossed Andy’s mind that it was unusual for him to have put his dick into a girl’s mouth before he had even kissed her for the first time. He put his arms round her and pressed her to his body, feeling her soft breasts crush against his chest. In return he flexed his erection against her belly and she giggled into his kiss. His hands slipped lower onto her bum and he took great pleasure in squeezing her cheeks firmly, almost lifting her from the ground. This time she gave a little shriek and dropped one of her hands to scrabble for the door handle, bundling them both inside as it swung open.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Andy manoeuvred them both so that Michelle was pressed against the wall. He slipped his tongued back into her mouth and it met hers, in a swirling, breathless kiss. Unable to help herself, Michelle was rocking her hips against him, rubbing herself on his shaft, it reminded Andy of her earlier admission of hidden nudity. Using both hands he started bunching up the hem of her dress, inching it higher and higher up her legs. Soon it was rising over the backs of her thighs and then finally the blue silk skimmed over the curve of her arse where her legs met her cheeks. He squeezed and kneaded her buns, relishing the feel of this woman before slipping his fingers inwards towards her centre.

Approaching from the rear as he was, his fingers first traced over her arsehole which twitched with fright before his fingers moved towards him and found her wetness. Oh, wow he thought, she really was wet. And what was more, he could not find a single hair, and not for lack of trying, she was completely bald. Every inch of her.

“Sgt Milner waxed me this afternoon.” Michelle giggled before biting his lip gently. Andy’s mind swirled with all sorts of images of Sgt Milner working between her creamy thighs. He traced his fingers along her lips, avoiding her clit and opening. Michelle, still entangled in the kiss, squirmed her hips against his hand, trying to get his fingers to touch her in a more intimate way. This time he bit her lip. “Not yet little one. Wait.” He growled at her. She whined and pressed herself harder against him but he pushed her away, letting her dress fall back to her ankles.

He stripped her of her jacket, then undid her dress, allowing the yards of silk to slip off her shoulders and pool on the floor. She stood in front of him naked but for a strapless bra that was now really struggling to take the weight of her ample breasts. He tried not to stare at her vagina, just visible between her legs under her smooth, round stomach. He stepped to her again and released her hair, letting it fall loose around her shoulders. His hands then followed her neck, down her spine to the clasp between her shoulder blades. He released the clips, letting the bra join the rest of her clothes on the floor. He took a pace backwards and drank in the sight of her. She was beautiful like this, completely vulnerable but totally unafraid. He breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing, her hands stroked her own tummy, her eyes sparkled and twinkled as she looked at him.

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Have you ever been riding?
Sitting atop a beautiful horse.
Seeing his withers shudder when my hand passes over him.
I like the way he feels under me..

all that strength..power

And I have a tenous control over that.
My hair whipping around my face,his tail flicking from flank to flank.

Riding as one creature, one being..giving commands with thigh and heel.

Oh, to ride you like that horse.

Feeling the breadth of you against Göztepe Escort my mons, riding you bare, as I hold
tight with my thighs, not to tight as to 
wrestle control from you…
oh

but to dig my heels in..
squeezing my thighs together to send vibrations along my cunt.
Yes..as I press into you…
pushing you to run
faster,faster..riding you hard..
my wetness starts to mix with the foam
and sweat building on your skin.

I İstanbul Escort urge you on with cries and kicks.
Do you feel my shudders as I take
you over, to get you to  move the way I want?

Your muscles tense,
twitch
and I sense a readiness to run ahead

to leap without me

but I pull hard on you…easing you to a slower canter..your nostrils flaring..
eyes rolling..

ohhh my love, my best mount..
stroking Anadolu Yakası Escort your
quaking muscles…
slowing you…slow…easy…easy….

holding you back…then, with a call of your name, pushing hard into you..

driving you on..yesyesyes…

I cry out as you arc your body to take that leap..go..go..ohhhgod yesss..
the power of that jump…

spreads through me..hot and fast..
burning embers all over my body..

we both pant..

trying to find air..as we slowly come back..
you toss that proud head,
looking at me with knowing eyes

as I lean into you..

petting you

hearing you softly murmur

I towel the sweat from you and give you sugar kisses.

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8.

Emily and Jack ran from the small restaurant and into the cold rain. They were soaked with rain in seconds. “Shit! It’s cold!” Emily screamed as the two ran around the corner to her little apartment.

Once inside the building they tried to no avail to shake off the rain. “You’re soaked.” Jack looked to Emilys’ body seeing that her blouse had become see through. He looked to her full nipples, enjoying the site to the fullest. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered to her and reached to push her wet hair from her face. His strong hand moved the thick strand of hair from her face but stayed on her cheek, giving it a touch of love.

Her nipples filled with blood as Jacks’ eyes roamed her body with his hand on her cheek. “Thank you.” She purred moving her hand to hold his. The only spot on her that was warm was, between her legs. And, it was on fire. She handed Jack her keys. “Let’s get inside so we can warm up.” She said moving against him, making sure he felt her tender body.

Jack opened the door; a street light across the street gave her tiny apartment a soft glow. He could see Emily had a very nice little apartment. “This is very nice.” He said as he slipped off his wet jacket. “How long have you lived here?” he asked unbuttoning his soaked shirt.

Emily kicked of her shoes and watched Jack as he undressed before her trembling body. “Two years this summer.” She replied and slid off her wet shorts, leaving her in nothing but the wet blouse and a very small pair of white, bikini panties. Emily reached to a shelf behind her pulling off two towels. “Would you like a towel?” she asked walking to Jack.

His eyes were locked on Emilys’ wonderful, body. So young, so very alive. “Yes.” Jack said watching her hips as they swayed back and forth teasing him to the fullest. Her breasts bounced just enough to make any man very hard.

She stood before him and began to dry his wet hair, slowly her gentle hands moved to his thick chest. “Ummm, what a handsome man you are.” Emily whispered as she pressed against him, reaching behind him to dry his back. Her wet breasts smashed into his chest, sending rushes of blood to his long penis.

He reached for the other towel and began to dry Emilys’ back as she pressed into him. “I known this is so wrong but it feels so good.” His big hands filled the towel as he caressed it all around her back and unhurriedly he moved to her bikini panties. Each of his hands held one of her round cheeks, caressing it ever so softly.

A small moan of excitement escaped Emilys’ mouth as Jack touched her burning bottom. “Oh yes!” she moaned again falling into his big arms. His hands held and caressed her flesh like no one had ever done. Her brain was filled with so many thoughts of him loving her; she couldn’t begin to count them all. “Jack, your jeans are wet and they are hurting me.” She said with a sound of hurt in her voice and pulled from him just enough to look into his eyes.

He looked between them, seeing her small mound of sex pressing into his hard member. His big hand cupped the side of her face and he leaned to give her a small kiss on her lips. “I’m so sorry. Let me pull them off.” He said reaching to pull down the coarse jeans.

Emily moved against him again, this time only they’re under garments kept them apart. She could feel his hardness on her hot sex. She needed this wonderful man inside her body. If any man could make her change her evil ways, it would be him. “Oh Jack!” she moaned, but this time with pleasure.

Jack couldn’t believe what was going on. He had lost control, he had a half-naked girl in his arms and he loved it. He even reached to move his stiff penis to point down so it would rub the length of her hot sex. “Emily!” he groaned and began to rub his shaft between her young legs.

“YES!” she cried out as the thick piece of man teased her body. It moved the length of her hot sex, teasing every inch of her. His big hands held and caressed her burning bottom, pushing her to meet his teasing. Emily looked into his eyes with a ‘little girl’ look on her face and said. “You’re so incredible!”

He leaned to her smiling mouth and kissed her deep. His tongue moved into her mouth with ease. His hands continued to cuddle her delicate behind, while his stiffness pushed against her with more pursuit than before. She had driven him to a state of lust he had never known. He had to be in this sexy, young woman.

“Ummm, Jack!” Emily moaned pushing into his hardness. Her thumbs pushed under his shorts, she slowly forced them to the floor. Freeing the wonderful thing that had been teasing her so bad. Now it was free to do anything the two lovers wanted.

Jacks’ hard tool went back between Emilys’ legs to feel the heat and wetness. His hands moved slowly from her behind up her sides, across her rounded tummy, giving her small navel a little tease then up to her heaving breasts. “You must be cold.” Jack asked as he touched her soft breasts feeling the wet blouse that clung to her silky skin. Anadolu Yakası Escort With one easy pull it was off her body and lying in a pile on the carpet. “That’s much better.” He said kissing her again.

Her hands covered his as he caressed her supple breasts. “Are they as good as you thought they’d be?” she asked looking into his eyes. “I love my nipples to be teased and kissed. It turns me on so much.”

Jack smiled as his fingers traced over her swollen orbs. He felt her gasp for air as he began to roll her tender nipples in his fingertips. “Let’s sit down so we can do this right.” He took her hand and led them to the sofa by the window.

Jack sat down and helped Emily move on to his lap, making sure his hardness rested between their bodies. “You’re so hard!” she whimpered as its thickness spread open her tender folds of flesh.

“I must say, it’s all for you.” he leaned forward; pulling one of her well rounded breasts to his mouth and began to lick her nipple. He slowly traced around the large swollen nipple as his other hand gentle teased the other. He calmly sucked her tender nipple into his mouth, suckling it like a small baby.

“Oh yes, oh GO….” Emily stopped at the name she was about to say. Instead she began to grind her wet sex into his rock, hard penis. “Jack! I need you so bad!” her round hips moved on him faster, the juices from her body covered him making the pleasure even better.

Jack pushed her down on the sofa. “Well, I guess I better satisfy your need then.” He lay on her supple body, kissing her deep and reached to pull off her drenched panties. “You’re so wet, I’m going to enjoy you so very much.” He moved forward, letting his large head slowly push through her swollen folds.

“OH YES! JACK!” Emily loudly moaned as she felt his hardness begin to make its way inside her burning body. She spread her legs as wide as she could, making sure he entered her with ease.

‘KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!’ The loud sound came from the apartment door.

“Emie, its me. Open up!” a sweet voice from the other side of the door called out. “Emie, he hit me… again!”

Emily jumped from under Jack with as look of pain on her face. “I’m sorry.” She said caressing his face. “It’s my friend Donna. She needs me.” Emily ran to her room grabbing some dry clothes and Jack just put his wet things back on. Once they were dressed Emily ran to open the door.

She swung open the door, Donna stood dripping wet from the storm and her tiny face was covered in blood. “I’m sorry!” she cried falling to her knees in front of Emily. “I’m so sorry!”

“JACK!” Emily screamed to Jack falling to the floor to hold her bleeding friend in her arms. “Come on, come on. You’re OK now.” She said as big tears ran down her face.

9.

Jack ran to Emily and her friend, seeing the blood pouring from her nose he grabbed her from Emily and ran into the small kitchen. “Get some towels and we need to get her to the hospital as fast as we can!”

Emily ran to grab as many towels as she had. “How bad is it?” she asked with fear in her voice. “Don’t let anything happen to her, Jack.” Emily said wiping blood from Donnas’ small face.

He looked up the young girls’ nose. “I think an artery is nicked. We need to get to the hospital. My car is about two blocks down the street. I’ll carry her you’ll have to keep pressure on her nose, OK?” He picked up the limp girls’ body, holding her close to him they ran out the down and down the dark, wet street.

Emily was on Jacks’ lap and in his arms in the small, dark hospital waiting room “Why does your wife let you come up here like this?” she caressed his cheek down to his firm, unshaven chin. “You’d never be out of my sight and you’d be inside me as much as possible.” She leaned to him giving him a small kiss. “I hope we can pick up where we left off. I’m so horny.”

Jack caressed her firm left breast, giving her nipple a small squeeze. “I’m sure we can. Maybe we’ll have breakfast and go finish things up before I leave for home.” He returned her kiss, sending a rush of blood to his resting manhood. She had made him so hard he hurt. He hadn’t had blue-balls since he was a teen-ager so many years ago.

Emily opened her mouth to receive his hot tongue and drove hers into his. Feeling him growing under made her juices began to flow once more. She needed him so bad; he made her feel so warm and alive. “Let’s go out to your car, please!” she begged him looking into his strong, brown eyes.

“What about, Donna? We can’t just go and leave her.” he said her caressing her supple breast as he waited for her reply. “Don’t you want it to be at your place? It will be so much more fun there, rather than in my car.” He began to roll her hard nipple between his fingers while his other hand moved down her breasts across her tummy and to her thigh.

Her eyes widened when she felt his hand moving under the short skirt she had worn. “Jack!” she whispered in the dark waiting room spreading her Pendik Escort legs just enough to let him feel her moist panties. “Feel? You make me so horny.” Her soft voice said and she kissed him.

Jack ran his long finger up the center of her delicate sex, making a soft moan of pleasure echo in the small room. Up and down her soft mound he teased her with no mercy, until he gave her another soft kiss and drove his finger deep into her wet sex.

“YES!” She cried out breaking the quite enchantment of their would be love den. Her hips moved to welcome him inside and her tiny arms wrapped tightly around his neck. “Jack.” She moaned when his fingers began to move in and out of her small tunnel.

“You just relax and enjoy my sweet lady.” He moved his finger in her faster, as he leaned to suckle her heaving breasts. Then it was two fingers, reaching to a special spot deeper inside her trembling body. He caressed the hidden place with care, making sure his big fingers drove her to ecstasy.

Emily lay in Jacks’ arms, her face against his neck. She could smell the slight sent of his cologne that he must have put on yesterday. It filled her nose with as much pleasure as did his delicate fingers inside her wanting body. His wonderful smell and his fingers pleasing her was too much her to stand.

“OH, MY GOD!” Emily cried out as her body orgasmed around his fingers. Her arms squeezed his neck as hard as her inner muscles locked on his pleasing fingers. Her body jerked in his arms as the many strong and powerful orgasms ran through her.

“Oh, Jack!” she moaned as he kept his fingers against the secret spot that most men never even knew of or just happened to brush against it in a hurry to please themselves. He was older, wiser he had pleased many women in his time and he used his knowledge to its fullest on Emily.

Jack looked down to her pretty face, seeing a blissful smile he knew that he had pleased his young friend well. “How was that? Think it’ll hold you over until later?” he pulled his soaked fingers from her body and moved them to his mouth, licking off her wonderful juices. “Mmmm, so sweet!” he said giving her a sexy wink with one of his dark, brown eyes.

10.

Later that morning Emily and Jack walked into the treatment room where Donna was. “Oh, your poor nose!” Emily said when she saw the large bandage on her nose. She walked to Donna and she sat on the side of the bed and pulled her into her arms. “You have to get away from him before he really hurts you or… kills you.”

With a stuffed up nose Donna said. “I can’t he’ll hunt me down and kill me if I try to leave him.” Her arms were around Emily so tight it hurt to breathe. She looked to Jack. “From what the doctor said, I owe you my life.”

“No you don’t. I’m just glad I was there to help.” He said gently patting her on the back. In the light she was so pretty even with her nose in the heavy bandage and the many stitches in her lower lip. She was just over five feet tall, very light red hair to the middle of her delicate back.

Her soft blue eyes smiled at him. “So am I!” she felt something from him she had never know before, love from a man. His eyes warmed her heart and his touch was as gentle as she had ever known.

“How are we going to keep her safe, Jack?” Emily looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would know how to keep her friend safe. She had lots of friends like, Monique. But, Donna felt like a sister. She loved her so dearly.

Jack scratched his head trying to think of something. “You have any friends this guy doesn’t know about?” after the words came from his mouth, he had a plan to hide her.

“Shoot, not really the basterd knows everybody in town I think.” Emily said with a sad look on her face. She was so worried for her friend. She caressed Donnas’ face. “Don’t worry, Jack, will think of something.”

He did have a plan, he just hoped Donna and he could pull it off.

“OK, here’s my idea. I’ll say you were in a bad car wreck and you couldn’t get touch of your family. So, I brought you home with me. My wife will understand that.” Jack had a big smile on his unshaven face as he told of his plan.

Donna looked excited at the idea. “How did you find me? On the road or in a hospital or what?” she replied with her stuffy sound. “Who are you, she hasn’t even introduced us.” Donna looked at Emily giving her a stern look.

“I’m Jack Watson, I’m a preacher from Jackson. I came up here looking for people to help and just be friends with.” He said with his usual big smile. “I’ve met Monique and Emily so far and now you.” He rubbed Emilys’ back sending a chill of lust back between her very horny legs.

Donna smiled looking to Emily, seeing that she looked very happy and content. “Do you think it’ll be OK?” Donna asked her friend.

“Heck yes! I just wish it was me going instead of you.” Emily replied looking to Jack, thinking of how they could be together, even with his wife in the house. She needed his big, long Kurtköy Escort penis buried in her body so bad she was hurting again.

“I don’t want anything to happen or your wife to get mad at you.” Donna said with concern in her voice. She didn’t know him but she knew he was a good man and didn’t want to mess up his life.

When are they going to release you?” he asked Donna thinking if he’d have time to run Emily back to her place and do what they both needed so very bad. “I need breakfast and to take this pretty girl back to her apartment.”

“The doctor said in about two hours or so. They’re waiting on some test to come back.” Donna said sitting back on her bed. “You go ahead and leave, I’ll be fine.” Donna reached to hug Emily again and then asked Jack. “How long will I be at your place?”

Jack thought for a second and replied. “Until I find you a new life and a safe place to live. How does that sound?” he gave her a big smile and added. “Or… you could go back home.” That’s what he really wanted her to do. She was so young and could go back to being a pretty young teen and never think of this life again.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” Donna said with a worried sound in her voice.

Jack caressed her back. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you all fixed up, one way or another. Let’s get going, I have to take care of some unfinished business.” He said, giving Emily a little wink. He needed to be deep in her sexy body, moving in and out of her, shooting his seeds into her young womb.

11.

The drive back to Emilys’ apartment only took a few minutes. Emily led the way into her apartment, Jacks’ eyes were filled with the small skirt, and her supple thighs and every little wiggle and move of her sexy ass. He knew it was wrong but he needed this girl bad.

As she lay her jacket on the sofa, he grabbed her, pulling her into his arms. “I’m going to wear you out!” he said moving his mouth to hers and kissed her as deep as a man could.

Soft moans of pleasure escaped Emilys’ mouth as Jack ravished her with his probing tongue. His hands tore open her thin blouse, pulling it from her trembling body and throwing it to the cold floor. His hands moved from her blouse to the short skirt that covered her rounded behind. He grasped each of her full cheeks and smashed her into his full erection.

“Feel that? It’s going inside you in just few minutes.” He said thrusting his hardness into her wet panties. The same pair she had exploded in only an hour ago.

Emily pushed into the hard penis. “Really now, just ‘rape’ me preacher man. I bet you’d like that. Wouldn’t you?” She said in a very sexy, low voice that only the two lovers could have heard.

He reached to pull off his pants and freed the raging beast in his pants. “This thing is going to tear you apart.” He looked down holing the throbbing member in his hands and he rubbed it on the front of Emilys’ drenched panties.

“I sure hope so. I’ve been horny for you since I laid eyes on you.” Emily said falling to her knees she took the pulsing penis in her hands. “I need to do a few things to this before you put it in me.

Jack looked down to her smiling face. “Like what?” he asked her.

Emily moved his hardness to her mouth and placed a kiss on the tip and then she swallowed it to the root. Sucking him deep down her throat and sucking it as hard as she could. Making sure she swallowed around the head sending Jacks’ body into a state of shock.

“OH YES!” Jack yelled out as the pretty young girl used all off her many talents on his hardness. His hands held her delicate face as she pleasured his throbbing manhood. He looked at her face, seeing that this act of lust or love also gave her so much pleasure.

Emilys’ brain was on fire as much as her body was. To have a man like this in her mouth was a dream come true. He was a kind, real man, not one of the many one-hour men she had been with in the past. She could achieve an orgasm just by having a man like him deep down her throat.

Jack began to push into her mouth, just like he would use her tender love. She was a dream come true. “STOP!” Jack yelled pulling from her mouth. “I don’t want it like that.” He pulled her back up, into his arms. “I want to be inside you when it happens.” He said giving her a small kiss on her lips.

Emily smiled at him and led the way to her lonely bed. He would be the first man to ever earn her trust. Enough trust to take her in her own bed. She lye across the large bed spreading her self just enough for him to mount her body and take her.

Jack began to kiss her foot, toes and up her smooth leg to her thighs. When he felt how wet she was he said. “Mmmm, maybe I should do a little ‘licking’ before I move on to better things.”

His words sent chills through her body. The thought of him licking the juices from her thighs and soft love mound made her body want to explode. She folded her legs at the knee and let them fall to the side. Giving him full access what lye between them.

Jack moved to her and began kissing and licking the juices from her creamy white skin. He licked her with great care, not missing one inch of her flesh. Every tiny lick was done with great care, insuring to drive his young lover to many immense orgasms.

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