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Pizza, for some reason, doesn’t quite rank among the world’s most erotic foods. Chocolate? Luscious. Strawberries? Lustful. Oysters? An aphrodisiac. Whipped cream? Downright nasty.

But pizza…I certainly never gave it much sexual thought until that fateful day. After that day, suddenly I was all too eager to feel his thick cock inside of me as I stared at the display case of margherita pizza slices. The scent of tomato sauce made me wet. It was a Pavlovian response, and it all started on a spring day.

My mother thought it was about time I got a summer job, and she marched me downstairs to the new pizza shop down the block.

“Hello, James, this is my daughter,” she said. Of course she knew the man already. I was resenting the intrusion into my nice summer of writing and reading and walking in the park, my last summer before college. Of course she had to go and ruin my carefully laid plans.

I’m thankful now. But I wasn’t, then. Not until I saw James. I’m not ashamed to say that I felt my clit tingle for just a moment when he stood up and shook my hand. Six feet tall and thirty-seven years old, with dark auburn hair and a nicely trimmed dark auburn beard. Muscled, tattooed arms that were all too apparent in his tight blue t-shirt. I was glad I was wearing a mask.

“Very nice to meet you,” he said, giving me a firm handshake. The eye contact was killing me. He had piercing blue eyes that locked onto mine and turned my stomach into trembling mush.

“Nice to meet you too,” I said sweetly, “I’m Valeria.”

“That’s a lovely name,” he said kindly. God, his deep voice was making my ovaries do backflips.

“Yours is lovely too,” I said.

“Oh,” he said with a rumbling laugh that made me want to drop to my

knees right there, “It’s a good name. Strong. Biblical.”

God, I really didn’t want him to be too religious. I wanted him to fuck me, and then and there, I set out to make it happen.

Let me be really clear here. Readers, when I say I wanted him to fuck me, I really mean that I wanted him to grab me by the throat and bend me over. I wanted him to tear off my panties and thrust his cock into my wet cunt. I wanted him to slap my face and growl and whisper filthy things in my ears in that deep, friendly voice of his. I wanted to feel those nice muscular hands grasping my thighs. I wanted to feel his calloused fingers sliding into my pussy and fingering my g-spot until my legs gave out.

I was a virgin who had thoroughly explored her body, thanks to the Internet. I was also pretty hot. 5’6, caramel skin, curly black hair down to my waist. B-cup, slim waist, and an ass that would put the peach emoji to shame. I was also teetering just on the edge of ‘legal,’ and he was teetering on the edge of forty. Oh well. Like I always say, one of the best things about this world is that almost all humans of sexual maturity have sex in common, and there’s really nothing like enthusiastic, consenting lust. Pure animal lust, pure fucking want.

But. I was working in a pizza shop. In the summer. I was a virgin with an overbearing mother, and the way he looked, I was sure he already had a girlfriend or five. So I kept my head down and sliced the pepperoni pizza and rang up change in the cash register and ‘Hi-what-can-I-get-for-you’-ed my way through the long hours. James was rarely there, since he was the owner and owned several pizza shops throughout the city. And when he was there, he was nothing but polite to me. Unfailingly polite. Very nice. He never fucking touched me. Which, I suppose, was only to be expected in a workplace, but Jesus. Every night, I lay in bed, escort başakşehir spread my legs, and pretended that he was rubbing my clit. I’d circle my swollen little bud, forcing myself to go slow. So slow. I’d drag it out, trying to quiet my labored breaths and moans, and when I couldn’t stand out, I’d slide two fingers into my dripping pussy and squirt all over my bed.

Fun times. But nothing was happening, and I desperately wanted to lose my virginity to James. So, I devised a three-step plan to get what I wanted from him.

Step One

The best thing about summer was that any scanty clothing would fit right in. On the day before I started to carry out my plan, Maya, my coworker, got a call that James would be coming in the next day.

“I can’t believe I have to clean the back room just because he’s coming,” I whined.

“Oh yeah, girl, and he’s gonna be spending the whole week here.”

I could’ve jumped for joy, but instead I let out a disgusted sigh and grabbed the mop. The back room would suit my purposes just fine. It was a windowless room filled with spare pizza boxes and cleaning supplies, all piled onto the gray sofa. I copiously scrubbed every inch of the room and shoved the boxes and supplies into the broom closet. Maya never used the back room, preferring to visit her girlfriend across the street during her breaks, so I put a convenient box of toys under the sofa. I had saved part of my paycheck for ages to afford them. Just looking at them made me want to slide my hand into my jeans and finger myself. I was insatiable. I had already taken one of the bullet vibrators into the bathroom and pretended to have menstrual cramps. I made myself cum for fifteen minutes, trying not to moan around my panties that I had shoved in my mouth, desperately wanting James to walk in.

But I digress. I cleaned the back room and then I went home. When I took my shower that day, I made sure to shave my pussy carefully, sighing as the blade slid around my clit. I set out my clothes for the next day- white lacy bra and matching panties with a little pink bow on them. Red shorts that were cut perilously high, and a white t-shirt that was cut perilously low. White Converse wedges. Thank God for workplaces without dress codes.

I liked the way everything looked at me as I walked down the street to the pizza shop. I let my hips sway as I strutted in my obscenely short shorts, my breasts jiggling through my nearly see-through t-shirt. I was sure some nosy neighbor would tell my mother how I was walking around dressed like a whore, but I wasn’t too worried. By the time that happened, my plan would be well underway. Everyone was getting an eyeful of my long legs and my curly ponytail that reached my butt, drawing more attention to that lovely asset of mine.

James was waiting by the pizza shop doorway, idly scrolling on his phone. He looked up and I caught the look of lust and shock that crossed his face as I walked towards him. Mmm, it was delicious. If I had any guts at all, I would’ve squeezed past him without saying anything, pressing my ass unnecessarily against his crotch. But I was, and still am, a lily-livered coward.

“Hi James,” I said sunnily, feeling a blush rise to my face. Walkin down the street had been the easy part. But now I was standing in front of him, with his piercing blue eyes looking me up and down. I started to sweat, all of my insecurities crashing down on me as he stared.

“Hello Valeria,” he said finally, not taking his eyes off of me, “Maya called in sick today, so it’ll just be you and me working.”

“What a shame,” I said, “I hope she feels istanbul escort bayanları better soon.”

But not too soon. James and I worked the entire day in near silence.

Kitchen spaces are small behind the counter, and I brushed against him all day long, never quite looking at him as I did. Deep down, I was terrified, though. Terrified that he wasn’t attracted to me, that he wouldn’t want to sleep with me, that I was making a fool of myself for no reason.

Towards closing time, though we started to chit chat.

“What’s that tattoo of?” I asked innocently, leaning forward and letting my fingers brush his biceps slightly. His eyes creased in a warm smile, and I felt quivery again.

“Do you know the Skyfire Cycle books? By D.C.Parlov?” he asked.

“Of course!” I said, holding back a sigh of relief as he spoke, “I was so happy when they made Qwandor the dragon a woman. His books are awesome, but they don’t have a lot of female representation. Wait, is that a tattoo of Qwandor? She’s supposed to be-“

“Red?” he asked amusedly, “Yes, I know. This is a tattoo of the Norolith.”

“The evil being that almost swallowed Ka’lar at the Battle of Vorcastle?” I asked, “That’s an interesting choice, James.”

He swallowed nervously, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“You can just call me Jimmy,” he said with that rumbling laugh, “Everyone does.”

“But I like James. It’s strong. Biblical,” I said with a lilting little giggle. His eyes locked onto mine for a long moment and I blushed before I turned away, ready to greet a customer who had just walked in.

I was handing the customer his pizza box when he asked for napkins. I was about to turn and get him some from the shelf behind me when I gasped inadvertently. James was pressed against my ass, and I felt the hard length of his cock through my thin shorts. His legs were against mine and I smelled the wonderful smell of his cologne and felt his warm breath on my shoulder as he reached over and handed the napkins to the man. His other hand grazed my hip for a moment, so brief that I would’ve thought I imagined it if it weren’t for the spark of heat that shot through my core as he touched me.

He pulled away from me as the customer left, and we cleaned up and closed up shop, pretending nothing had happened. Step One of my plan had taken effect.

Step Two

I chose another outfit bordering on indecent the next day. Maya was still out sick, and I couldn’t quite feel bad for her. I put on a red corset and matching panties and denim shorts with a short jacket over the ensemble. I may have been a burgeoning slut, but I still clung onto some semblance of modesty every now and then. I walked to the pizza shop and said hello to James, hanging my jacket in the back room. His gaze swept over me hungrily. There was no mistaking it. I bent down and glanced at my untouched box of toys. I shivered with anticipation as I glanced around and touched one of them-the one I planned to use today. It was a hot pink g-spot vibrator that made me squirt in less than 30 seconds when I tried it at home. I felt my nipples harden as I imagined what I was going to do. My clit throbbed, and I let out a little whimper before I had to hurry back to the cash register.

Closing time seemed as if it would never come. Every touch between James and I was heightened, charged with electric lust, even as we talked about the Skyfire Cycle, the mayoral elections, and pizza. After we locked the door and started clean-up, I excused myself to go to the restroom. My heart was beating a tattoo as I rushed into the back room, grabbed the vibrator, and rushed into escort eyüp the little bathroom.

To say that I was nervous would be an understatement. I stared at the white walls and the hand dryer machine that was always broken. I didn’t have long to put my plan into effect. So I unbuttoned my shorts and let them slide to the floor. I pulled down my lacy panties too and sat on the toilet seat, feeling extremely exposed. There was no one else in the bathroom (yet), but my face was red with embarrassment, even as I felt myself grow wet. I rubbed my clit for a few seconds, letting out a low moan. My pussy throbbed, and I decided it was time to up the ante.

I untied the laces of my corset and let it fall down, exposing my bare breasts and my hard nipples. I shivered, feeling a chill, before I took the vibrator and shoved it hard into my pussy, feeling the glorious stretch as the bulbous hot pink head of the vibrator hit my g-spot.

It didn’t take long before I started to scream. I cried out as my legs started to tremble. I was on fire with arousal, every nerve of my body in a state of lust, shaking and panting, dripping wet as my orgasm barreled towards me.

“Valeria? Are you alright?” I heard his concerned voice in the hallway and a panicked chill washed over me, but I was too far gone to stop.

“Valeria?”

He was on the other side of the door, listening to my wanton panting, listening to me groan as the vibrator pulsed inside of me and I frantically rubbed my swollen little clit. He was right-

Shit, I was screaming at the top of my lungs

Fucking-

I was so rampantly aroused by the thought of him listening to me cum that I was seeing stars as I screamed and rubbed my clit desperately

THERE.

He opened the door and stood in the doorway as I howled, and squirted all over the floor. The look on his face was one I’ll never forget. I could see the outline of his hard cock through his shorts as he stared at me, his mouth open in shock. What a sight I must’ve been, leaning back against the toilet, bare-breasted with my hard nipples poking out into the air, flushed cheeks, panting, with a vibrator shoved up my cunt and my pussy juices sprayed everywhere.

I licked my lips, staring into his eyes as he took in the sight. A moment of sheer terror washed over me. I was sure he would fire me on the spot. What was I thinking? So I just stared into his blue eyes, watching until they darkened with lust and he walked towards me, shutting the door behind him.

“Such a bad little girl,” he murmured, reaching out and slipping a finger into my mouth. I sucked on it gratefully, and I reached out for his cock.

“No,” he said, taking a step back, “Bad little girls don’t get to touch me. They’re made to wait.”

I let out a hungry little whine as he unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick cock that was easily eight inches. It had a fat, throbbing purple head and I longed to lick the bead of white pre-cum that formed at the tip. I stared at it desperately. I had never seen a cock in real life before. His was hard and veiny, and it ended in a thatch of dark auburn pubic hair that I longed to bury my nose in. He started to stroke himself as he stood over me. I smelled the scent of his arousal, and it was so deliciously male, so fucking hot, that I was overtaken by another wave of lust.

“Turn it on, little one,” he told me, and I switched on my vibrator. I was already so turned on and overstimulated that it took less than a minute for me to come again. My orgasm curled through me, almost painful in its intensity, and a moment later, ropes of his hot cum spattered my chest and chin. I gasped delightedly as I stared down at his sperm, oozing down my breasts, loving the contrast of his white semen with my brown skin. I scooped up a fingerful and slid it into my mouth, loving the salty taste of him.

“Eat it all,” he whispered, “And we’ll see what happens tomorrow, my little girl.”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered as he turned and walked away.

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She wanted me, I could tell it and it was a forgone conclusion that she would have me. Of course we were in a station of the Metro, but at that hour of the morning there were few people around anywhere. A single security guard wandering around at the entrance who would nod, “Hello,” to anyone who walked past was the only other person I had seen this morning. Even the station attendant had not yet arrived to take a position in his or her booth.

After riding down the escalator, I slipped a five dollar bill in the fare machine and it spit out a fresh new fare care, complete with a picture of a panda bear on the back. I nodded to the security guard, slipped the fare card into the slot and retrieved it as the turnstile gates opened. Walking through the turnstile I headed toward the tracks and spotted her down past the illuminated sign. With no one else about, and immediately knowing the woman wanted me, the only question that remained between us was, “Was there enough time?”

I looked up at the illuminated sign and saw the first train of the day was nine minutes out. We would have to hurry, but it seemed escort arnavutköy we had time so I walked toward the woman. She had short blonde hair that was tightly curled and from a distance it appeared wet. As I got closer I could see it was just her setting gel glistening in the faint light of the station. It was a chilly day, but she only had on a light jacket that was unzipped. Her filmy blouse had three buttons unbuttoned and I could see a hint of her black lace bra.

“Good morning,” I said walking over near her, “a bit chilly today isn’t it.”

“Yeah, I got a ride here to the station, so I didn’t have to stay outside much. I hate wearing a large jacket and then sweating most of the day as I move about indoors.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean, it is warm here in this jacket,” I replied, pulling it off and folding it over my arm. Glancing back at the sign I saw there was now only eight minutes before the train arrived. “Are you warm?”

Pulling off her jacket, she said, “Yes I’m very hot.”

Smiling I replied, “I could tell you were istanbul escort kızları hot when I walked in the station, the only question was how hot.”

“And how hot do you think I am now?” she asked, unbuttoning a fourth button on her blouse.

“Well, with the train only eight minutes away, you better be pretty hot,” I replied, unbuttoning my shirt, silently consenting to the inevitable. After unbuttoning my shirt I unfastened my pants and pulled them off, carefully placing them on a bench. Looking back at her I could see she now only had on her bra and panties.

She slipped off her bra and I moved to her, taking her large breasts in my hands as she reached into my underwear and began stroking my cock. Moving my mouth down to one of her breasts, I sucked her nipple into my mouth as she arched her back, pushing her breasts to me. After a moment, I kneeled down, grabbed the elastic of her panties and pulled them off, quickly leaning forward and running my tongue up her slit.

Moaning a bit she said, “Only seven minutes,” so I stood up and pulled off my underwear escort bahçeşehir as she spread a her jacket on the ground and sat down with her legs open. I moved over to her, holding my cock out which she took in her mouth. Glancing back behind me I noticed the sign switch over to six minutes, so I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and kneeled as she leaned back onto the ground.

Reaching up, she guided my cock into her pussy and I felt her wet warmth slowly surround me as I slipped deeper and deeper inside her. Once I had penetrated her as deep as I could, I slowly withdrew and then plunged my self back into her. We both then picked up a rhythm as I pushed into her and then withdrew and she raised her hips up and then fell back down to the ground. “Four minutes,” she whispered as I felt her pussy begin to pulsate around me and then in no time she moaned, “Three…” as I arched my back and spurted my white cum into her pussy.

Immediately withdrawing, we rushed to pull on our clothes, both whispering, “Two,” and then, “One,” as the sign changed for us. When the light from the train first appeared far down the tunnel, the row of lights along the ground began to flash and the sign switched from “One,” to “Arr” and the train screeched to a stop, waking me from my daydream.

We stepped onto the train and she said, “Good morning.”

Nodding to her I said, “A bit chilly today isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I got a ride here to the station…”

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Jack licked determinedly at Melissa’s wet cunt. The top of the stroke brought his flat tongue over her clit causing her to shudder. Melissa was desperate to cum she was so close if Jack would just concentrate on her clit for a couple of minutes she’d be there – guaranteed. Jack let his index finger slide slowly out of Melissa and down to slowly circle her rectum. Melissa’s hips lifted as she began to cum. Jack pushed his finger into her ass as he licked.

“No Jack. Not the finger, not the finger. Oh. Oh. SHIT!” Melissa felt her orgasm wither and fade. “ God damn it Jack. You know I don’t like that – it distracts me. Just because it worked once doesn’t mean I want it all the time.”

“Sorry.” Jack crawled up between her thighs. Melissa stuck her hand between them and covered her pussy. “Don’t you want me to finish?”

“No Jack I don’t want you to finish.” Melissa scooted out from under Jack. “Go beat off if you have too. I’m going to sleep.”

Melissa’s hand paused in mid-brush as she stared at the reflection of her husband in her make-up mirror. “So what you’re saying is that our sex life is boring.”

“I didn’t say that. I said that we were in a rut – a routine, it’s like a recipe almost; one part his one part that, mix, stir pour into bowl…”

“Pour into a bowl? Is that what I am to you – a container for your sperm to be poured into?”

“That’s not what I meant – I said we should try to spice things up a bit.”

“Hey the last time I tried something different you freaked out. The way you were jumping around you’d think I’d tried to kill you.”

“Sticking your finger up my ass while blowing me was not what I had in mind.”

“Well there you have it Mr. Excitement. Variety isn’t what it’s cracked up to be when you’re on the receiving end.”

Jack stood silent for a moment then turn and walked out of the room. He reappeared in the mirror a moment later. “Just ask yourself this – ‘Are you happy with our sexlife? Is this what you wanted? Is this the best we can do? I’ll be waiting downstairs.”

It was a very quiet drive to the party.

They had barely cleared the front door when Melissa spotted one of her co-worker and excused herself from Jack. Jack scowled at being left alone. He was not a good mixer and this was a party filled with people he didn’t know. He found his way to the bar and quickly downed a Scotch. The second one he drank more slowly but that glass was soon empty. The third he nursed as he walked around the house and grounds. The place was impressive, especially the deck complex in the back yard. The deck contained multiple levels with various sitting areas and private alcoves – very well done.

A slight stumble on a flight of stairs reminded him that he had not eaten since lunch and he went off in search of the buffet. Jack looked around casually for Melissa but she was nowhere to be seen. He was stilled pissed at her for the argument they’d had. Melissa usually drank at parties and would be very horny by the end of the night – only Jack wasn’t feeling very lucky this evening.

He circled back around to the buffet; there had been a tray of sushi that he wanted to sample again. There was one spicy tuna left and as Jack picked it up, a hand closed quickly on his and gently held his down. He turned to the owner of the hand and discovered the most amazing green eyes looking back at him. The eyes were framed by an abundance of auburn tresses and complimented by an absolutely bewitching smile. The smile slowly transformed into a row of perfect white teeth biting softly on a ruby red lower lip. The mouth moved, “Oh, you’re too fast for me. Looks like you get the last tasty morsel all to yourself.” And that bewitching smile returned. Jack smiled in response and was surprised to hear his own voice speak. “Me too fast? I can go as slow as you need me to go. And I’ll gladly share, my teachers always said that sharing is an important part of being able to play well with others.”

“Oh really? Maybe all I want is just a little taste.” Soft fingertips slid across the back of his hand. Jack knew he shouldn’t, but he did, “How do I know that? You might say you want a taste but then you might just eat the whole thing. Where would I be then?” The smile became positively dazzling, “Where would you be then? Mostly likely slumped against a wall somewhere with a big dopey grin on your face.” Jack swallowed deeply and noticed that he had a raging hardon in his pants. “And what would be plastered all over your face?” The smile slackened and the head tilted forward and then back up, the bright eyes were clouding over. A small pink tongue swept quickly between glossy lips.

Jack’s heart was pounding. What the hell was he doing? If he was surprised before he was shocked escort tesettürlü now as he stated slowly and clearly. “I’m going to take my spicy tuna out onto the deck. If you’d like to join me perhaps you could find something to wash it down with.” He turned and walked out before the smile could respond.

Once outside he took some deep breaths. ‘What the fuck was that all about?’ He told himself that there was nothing to be worried about, she wasn’t going to come out here. She was probably laughing with some friends right now. Yeah that’s right – nothing was going to happen, because nothing did happen. ‘So why am I still holding onto this sushi?’ He heard approaching footsteps.

“I hope you don’t mind this I prefer a good dry one.” His erection returned with a vengeance and lust drove every rational thought from his mind. Jack held the piece of sushi at eye level, “Do you want your taste now? I’m afraid that if I taste first dry will be the last thing you are.’ Jack was momentarily relieved and then disappointed as he read her reply in her face. Relieved that she smiled as if the joke had gone far enough and was at an end. Disappointed that she sat quietly not responding at all – had he gone too far?

He watched as she set the bottle and glasses on the deck. Jack was surprised as he felt her hand on his as she pushed the sushi to his mouth. When it touched his lips he opened his mouth. “How much do you want?” she asked. Jack bit down enough the hold the sushi between his lips. Her hand left his and move to the back of his head and pulled him to her. She bit into the sushi and held their mouths together as they chewed. The chewing became a kiss and kiss quickly deepened into something very different indeed.

Jack felt his hand close around her breast, her nipple was hard. Her hand trailed down to his pants and rubbed slowly along the bulge of his erection. Jack was enflamed with lust he wanted nothing more than to fuck this woman right here and right now. His hands moved down to her ass and he started to pull her dress up. Her dress cleared her ass and Jack felt the material of her thong. Then she pushed away from him.

“I’m sorry I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” She backed quickly away and was gone. Jack sat down and looked up into the night sky. ‘FUCK!’ Jack sat outside trying to make sense of what just happened – nothing happened! Then he knew, he knew to the very marrow of his bones. He felt his posture straighten and willpower become strong, ‘I want her and she wants me and I’m going to have her.’ Jack felt a strength and power fill him that was exhilarating and fantastically potent. He walked slowly through the rooms – seeking. He knew she was still here as he moved slowly and deliberately through the house. There! She was entering one of the bathrooms on the second floor. Jack moved easily to a position next to the door. He heard the toilet flush and the door handle turn.

The green eyes flashed in surprised the ruby red lips slack in an unspoken question. Jack took her arm and walked her down the hall. As they turned a corner he pushed her against a wall and kissed her passionately. His kiss was returned in kind. Jack turned her to face the wall brushed her hair aside and kissed and nibbled along the nape of her neck. His hands found her breasts and her gently palmed them allowing his fingers to rub slowly over her nipples – they were hard. “What are you doing? I told you I couldn’t do this.” Jack swept a hand down to her thigh then up under her dress. “You want this just as much as I do – God, you’re soaking wet.” A finger pushed between her lips and her fragrance of her arousal filled the space. “Please stop. Oh. Please. Ohhhhh!” jack kneeled quickly behind her and pulled her soaked panties to the floor. As he stood he pulled her dress over her hips. He fished his hard cock out of his pants and bending his knees he pushed it between her thighs rubbing back and forth along the lips of her cunt.

“No. No. Are you crazy? Oh. Stop it! Damn you!” Jack felt his cock become slick with her hot wetness. Jack whispered hoarsely into her ear. “Touch yourself. Do it now. The sooner you’re ready the sooner it’s over.” Jack directed her left hand down her cunt. His fingers pushed on her wedding ring forcing contact with her clit. Although he starting the rubbing motion she quickly took over the effort. Jack bent his knees more and pulled his cock upward until he found her opening. He slowly straightened his legs forcing his cock into her. She whimpered quietly to the wet sounds of their fucking. Jack was so turned on he knew he wouldn’t last long. He was shocked as he felt her arch her back letting him thrust deeper inside. He took a step back pulling istanbul escort girls her hips with his until her back was nearly parallel to the floor. He could now fuck her deeply now and he increased his thrusts accordingly.

Jack felt his orgasm begin to build and his thrusting became faster though less rhythmic. The pressure built to a near-painful intensity and then he came in a silent roar of release. As his orgasm subsided he became aware of her orgasm in progress, her hips twitched and her cunt muscles clenched and released. After they both had calmed down he pulled slowly out of her. He stuffed his slimy cock into his pants and zipped up.

Jack went to help her but she pulled her arm out of his grasp. Her green eyes flashed with anger beneath a cloud of evaporating lust. She walked unsteadily down the hall and reentered the bathroom. Jack picked up her panties and stuffed them in his pocket, ‘let her explain that when she got home.’ Jack walked down the stairs and noticed that the room seemed different, he felt like a tiger amid a flock of sheep. He chuckled softly and went in search of a drink.

If the ride to the party was quiet the ride home was intensely still. Melissa would not even look in his direction. As the garage door slid down Jack broke the silence. “I actually enjoyed that party.” Melissa’s eyes narrowed, “You bastard. Do you have any idea what you did tonight?” Jack smiled as he shook his head, “What are you talking about?” Jack walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. Melissa glared, “Someone saw you Jack.”

“Saw what?”

“I overheard someone saying that they had seen you down the hallway and that they could see you. They knew it was you Jack!” She undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles, his boxers soon followed. Melissa grabbed his limp dick and pushed and tugged it around to thoroughly inspect his cock, balls and matted pubic hair. “God! Look at this mess! You didn’t even bother to try and clean up!” She began to lick him clean. She was quick and efficient and Jack was soon very clean and very erect. Melissa walked to the sink and washed her hands and rinsed out her mouth. As she walked past Jack she glanced down at his twitching erection, “I hope you got enough at the party cause you’re not getting anything from me.”

Jack turned to follow and fell. “Fuck!”

Melissa started to laugh. “Oh yeah Mr. Smooth. You look like such a stud sprawled on the floor.” Jack scrambled to disentangle his pants as he heard the fading sound of Melissa’s laughter. Once free he ran into the hallway to see Melissa within steps of the top of the stairs. He leapt like a tiger and caught her before she knew what had happened. “Jack!” Melissa found her arms pined and her thighs forced apart. “What do think you’re doing. Jack the kids can be coming home at anytime. Stop this!” Melissa felt Jacks cock pushing against her lips as Jack sought her cunt. “Oh God.” Jack pushed fully into her. “Damn you Jack! Stop it!” Melissa felt him pull out of her and she was able to stifle a moan of disappointment. She felt the pressure of his cock again but his angle wasn’t quite right. “Jack that’s not the right place. Jack I said that’s not – NO NO NO NO. Jack!”

Melissa could still feel the pressure of his cock at her asshole. “Jack.” Slowly the pressure eased and Melissa relaxed. Jack stood and stepping over her walked into their bedroom. He was standing in the shower when he heard her use the toilet and then brush her teeth.

Jack stumbled bleary eyed into the kitchen pulled by the aroma of fresh coffee. He sat and sipped slowly. Melissa sat across from him. “We need to talk. This is getting too complicated. People are talking and I can’t keep making excuses. I feel like we’re about to be caught and I don’t like it.”

He sipped quietly and marveled at her beauty, “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? The light in your hair. I’m ready to give up everything for you.”

“Jack. That’s just what I mean. We need to talk about this and you’re trying to seduced back into bed. It’s not fair.” She tried to scowl at him but the truth was his words were having their intended effect. She could feel her nipples harden and a growing warmth between her legs.

“Fair. There’s nothing fair about this. I think about you all the time – is that fair? When I see you, God when see you I can’t see anything else – is that fair? You touch me and – is that fair?” Jack was standing before her. Her robe was loose enough that he clearly saw the swell of her breasts and the thigh of her right leg was reveal to her hip. “Is it fair that just seeing you like this enflames me?” He knelt before her and pushed her robe apart.

“Jack – don’t.” Jack’s escort özbek hand moved softly along her thighs until his fingertips touch her just above the cleft of her cunt. His hands pushed down between her thighs and forced her legs apart. “No Jack – please. Not here.” Her pleas were swept away by her own desire and she found herself sliding her hips forward and spreading her legs wide. Jack’s tongue danced across the inside of her thighs and over the swelling lips of her cunt. He stabbed his tongue inside as a moan escaped her mouth. A finger followed his tongue and was soon stroking the roof of her vagina as his tongue licked languidly across her clit. Her breath was a series of panting gasps as she climbed toward release.

The backdoor opened and Jack stood quickly. He wiped at his mouth and chin before turning around. Four teenage girls in soccer uniforms trooped into the kitchen – the first girl looked at them with apparent disgust as the other three unsuccessfully stifled giggles and embarrassed glances. A chorus of “Hi Mr. Barnes, Hi Mrs. Barnes” filled the kitchen. Jack smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. He turned to see that Melissa had turned the deepest shade of red. Her skin tone perfectly complemented her ruby red lips and her auburn hair. And her eyes, her sparkling, gorgeous green eyes were wide in an unmistakably clear message “oh, are you going to pay for this.”

Melissa quickly regained her composure, “Andrea, I thought you had a game this morning?” Jack and Melissa’s youngest daughter lifted a quartet of water bottles up. “Stephanie forgot the water – again.” Her expression a combination of irritation with Stephanie and disbelief at what her parents were nearly caught doing in the kitchen. Melissa noticed that Stephanie was looking at Jack with thinly disguised lust. As Andrea led the girls back out the door they heard Stephanie say, “Damn we were just a couple of minutes too early.”

Jack turned to Melissa. “Hey, I didn’t know they would be coming back. This isn’t my fault.” Melissa closed the door. “This is exactly what I was talking about. Good God, a couple of minutes later and we would have been doing on the floor.”

“Actually I was planning on using the table.”

“Jack. This isn’t funny. You saw Andrea, she was mortified. Sometimes I wonder if our role-playing is getting out of hand. I can’t believe you did that to me at the party last night. I was so embarrassed that someone had noticed and now this morning…”

“Come on Melissa, they watch movies that show more than they saw just now. Besides the other girls weren’t freaking out. They seemed fine.”

“Seemed fine or were looking fine? I couldn’t see your expression but I could sure see theirs. Stephanie looked like she was ready to join in.”

“I had no idea you had such a dirty mind and I can’t believe you’re jealous of her. We’ve known Stephanie since, since – forever. She’s just…

“She’s just about handful. Have you forgotten how she was always climbing into your lap and giving you a kiss – she has always had a crush on you – just like her mother.”

“What? Helen has a crush on me? Really? You know I noticed that it looks like she’s been working out lately. I wonder if she enjoys hiking, you long walks in the woods…” Melissa glared at her husband. “Oh come on Melissa, I’m just joking. You know you’re the only woman for me.” Jack hugged his wife and nuzzled her neck. Releasing her him set his mouth in a wicked leer.

“Jack – Jack what are you thinking.” Melissa tried to act seriously annoyed. Her arms were crossed across her chest and her face was stern.

“Then I must prove my love for you – to you. Yes. I must prove my love.”

Melissa started to back away as Jack continued to leer at her. She turned and sprinted for the stairs. Jack’s feet thundered on the treads as she followed in hot pursuit. He caught her, picked her up and threw her onto the bed. As her legs flew apart Jack dived between them and thrust his tongue into her. Melissa’s cries of pleasure grew louder and louder until they drifted out the open bathroom room window and fell softly on their neighbors ears.

Helen paused in her morning yard work. Her husband’s untimely death had left a great hole in her life. In the five years since she had filled that hole with work and caring for her daughter. But a part of that hole could not be filled no matter how many plastic lovers she employed. She wanted, no actually she needed a man to hold her, to fill her, to satisfy her. She knew she should go out, everyone told it was time, but the thought of dating filled her with dread – but maybe there was a different solution.

She took off her gardening gloves. Jack and Melissa never locked the back door and within minutes Helen found herself at the top of their stairs. Her heart pounded to the sounds of their lovemaking coming from the other side of their bedroom door. She slowly undressed until she was naked save for the bandana around her neck. She took a deep breath, grasped the doorknob, and turned it. As the door swung silently open she walked in.

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My name is John Anders and I work at the firm of Gross and Lender, Architects, here in Chicago. At 25, I was a junior member of the firm. And, at 25 I had a strong sex drive, which, luckily, coincided with the sex drive of Bunny Alwen, another member of the firm.

Since she still lived at home with her parents, all of our meetings were at my apartment. She had convinced her parents that the four or five nights we got together, she was working overtime. From her vocalizations when she would cum, it did sound like work, especially when I ‘went down’ on her.

I had been lucky to find this small apartment in a building just off the loop. We used it for our trysts instead of getting a hotel room. That is, until about a month ago when Bunny was suddenly transferred to the company’s Los Angeles office, together with a promotion. Since then I had become married to my right hand, while hoping to make another connection.

Things changed for the better on Saturday. As I was leaving my apartment to go out to do some grocery shopping, I bumped into my next door neighbor, Mrs. Swenson. She was just returning from picking up her mail from the boxes in the lobby.

Mrs. Swenson is a widow, her husband having died of a heart attack just about the time I had moved in. I judged her to be about fifty years old, although about the only thing that indicated her age is her graying hair, which she wears fairly close cropped. She is tall, about five foot seven or eight, slender but with a nice figure from what I could see; Mrs. Swenson always seems to be dressed in quite baggy clothing.

“Good morning, Mr. Anders, how are you,” she greeted me, with a smile. “Where are you off to?”

“Good morning to you,”I replied. “Just going to do a little food shopping.” Then added, “Is there any thing you need from the store while I’m out?”

“Oh, how nice. Yes, I need a quart of regular milk if you’ll be so kind. It’ll save me a trip.”

“No problem, if you don’t need it right away. I plan on stopping for lunch first, then do the shopping. I should be back about two if you can wait that long.”

“That’ll be fine. I really don’t need it till tonight. I really appreciate this.”

After a leisurely lunch, I went to the grocery store and spent almost an hour going up and down the aisles, filling my cart from the list I had made out the night before, almost forgetting, till the last minute, the milk she had requested.

Arriving back at the apartment house, I stopped outside Mrs. Swenson’s door, knocking loudly. When she opened the door, I said, playfully, “Delivery man, madam, I have your milk as ordered.”

She laughed as she took the carton from me. “Thank you so much, Mr. delivery man. Would you care to step inside for a cup of coffee?”

“Gee, thanks, but no, I’ve got a lot of stuff to put away,” I said, indicating the plastic bags I had toted up from my car.

“Why don’t you go put your food away, then come back. I haven’t had any company for quite a while and I’d love to chat with someone.”

I really couldn’t refuse her plea, for that’s what it sounded like. “Okay, I’d love to have a cup of coffee. Just let me put this stuff away, then I’ll come back. Shouldn’t take too long.”

“Good! I’ll leave the door unlocked. Just knock and come in.”

I spent about twenty minutes, storing all the things I had purchased, then about five minutes jacking off. I had to relieve the pressure that had built up in my balls; not unusual for me. Then, after washing the cum off my hand, went next door.

I knocked and opened the door and walked in. The layout of her apartment was a mirror image of my own but there the similarity ended. Mrs. Swenson’s wall displayed several large paintings hung against bright wallpaper. My walls were just painted with only a few small pictures hung randomly. Her livingroom was furnished with a couple of overstuffed chairs and a matching love seat and an oriental rug gracing the floor. The front window had nice lace curtains and drapes that matched the wallpaper. Mine had only a bare tiled floor, a couch, a beanbag chair and a TV, and my front window had only a roll-up shade.

Her dining area had a nice wood dining table, four chairs and a glass cabinet, displaying chinaware. In mine was a Formica topped table and two chairs, period. It was all I needed, but, compared to her apartment, was a very cold place. After all, most of my activities had always been centered in the bedroom.

“Oh, I’m so glad you came back,” she said as I closed the door behind me. “Just give me a minute to pour our coffee. We can sit there at the table.” I had noticed that she had put placemats at opposite sides of the table, to protect the polished wood surface.

When she brought the two cups to the table, I held out her chair for her. “Oh, thank you,” she muttered as she sat down. “You’re quite the gentleman.” I went around the table to sit across from her. The coffee was good and hot and strong, just the way I liked it.

We escort türbanlı chatted for several minutes about mundane things, other residents, the weather and just stuff in general, then fell silent for a while. Mrs. Swenson got up to refill our cups and then, sitting back down, said, “I haven’t heard your girl friend for a while. Have you two broken up?”

“Uh, no., Mrs. Swenson, Bunny got transferred to the West coast. I haven’t heard anything from her but I guess she’s doing okay. She’s a smart gal.” Then, suddenly realized that Mrs. Swenson’s bedroom backed right up against mine and she had probably heard Bunny’s squeals and cries when we fucked. I could feel my face turn red.

Mrs. Swenson began to laugh at my embarrassment. “Don’t be so embarrassed, young man. And please don’t call me ‘Mrs. Swenson’. My name is Antoinette, Toni for short. You must have made your Bunny very happy, from what I could hear, Mr. Anders. And quite often, too.”

I looked at her and said, “Of course, Bunny made me very happy too. But I tend to be quiet about it. And, you can call me John.”

Okay, John it is, though I might slip once in a while and call you Johnny, if you don’t mind.”

We were quiet for a while as we continued to sip our coffee, I figured the subject of Bunny and me had died. Then, out of the blue, Toni asked, “Have you ever heard that old saying about older women, you know, the one that goes, ‘they don’t yell, they don’t swell and, they’re grateful as hell’?”

My mouth fell open as I gazed at her. My god, she was practically asking for me to fuck her! After a few seconds I regained some composure. This time it was she who averted her eyes as I asked, “Do you want to fuck, Mrs. uh…Toni?” She muttered something I couldn’t quite hear. “What did you say?”

With her eyes still fixed on the cup in front of her, her face turning as red as mine had been, answered louder, “Yes, but only if you want to.”

My cock, which had begun twitching during our previous conversation, leapt to full erection. I reached under the table to unzip my jeans and as I stood up, pulled it out into the open. “Does that answer your question?”

“Oh my god,” she said softly. “You’re much bigger than my Steve was.” I had always been proud of my fat, seven inches, Bunny had measured it the first time we fucked. “Did I do that to you? Oh god, I hope so.” “I don’t see anyone else to blame for it, do you? Now, do you really want to fuck or do I have to take care of it myself?”

“Let’s go to bed, right now!” she exclaimed, getting up from her chair. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Just let me pee first, then we’ll do the dirty deed,” We both headed into her bedroom, where I went to her bathroom and stripped off my clothes before raising the toilet seat to pee. With my hard-on, it was difficult but, after a couple of minutes, I finally managed to get a good stream going to empty my bladder. When I shook the last drops into the bowl, I flushed and headed, bare-ass naked, into her bedroom.

Toni had not even paused long enough to pull the shade on her window and I could see her baggy clothing had been thrown in a chair. She had pulled the bed spread off and was laying, naked, on her belly, on the bed sheets. I got a very pleasant surprise; she had been hiding a nice figure, with a nice firm rump, under that baggy clothing.

I was on the bed quickly and she rolled onto her side, allowing me to get my arms around her to and begin to make love to her as I had always done with Bunny, running one hand over her warm body. As I kissed and nuzzled her neck, I cupped one tit to find an already erect nipple, then, deserting her breast, lightly ran my hand down over her belly to cup her mons. Surprise! It was bare of any hair.

“Johnny,” she moaned softly, parting her thighs and thrusting against my hand. “Just fuck me, fuck me now.”

I had every intention of doing just that but that bare pussy told me that what I really wanted was to taste her, to get her off with my mouth and tongue first. It took me only seconds to move between her legs. She was expecting to find my cock at her pussy but found my face burying at her pussy.

Toni gasped loudly as my tongue parted the lips of her count, probing and finding juices already flowing. “Oh god, Johnny, Johnny, oh god, god!” she moaned as I licked and sucked, then moved my tongue to her clit. Her whole body jerked madly and she gripped my head fiercely, thrusting hard against me. “Oh god, oh god,” she repeated over and over as she fucked my face.

In only minutes she climaxed, her whole body straining, holding her breath as she tried to stay on her high as long as possible. Then, with an explosive release of air, her body relaxed and she pushed my head away.

Rising up, I shuffled forward on my knees to bring my iron hard cock to her cunt. Apparently she was as eager as me to get my cock into her hot, wet tunnel for she grabbed hold of it to guide escorts istanbul it. As I slowly began to enter her, she suddenly thrust her hips upward, taking my entire length inside. “Now, fuck me Johnny, fuck me hard and fast.”

Thank god I had jacked off just before coming back to her apartment or I surely would had shot my load immediately. We fucked furiously for about five minutes, then she came again, grabbing my hips to hold me deep inside her convulsing count. That did it for me and while she was holding her breath, I, too, came, pumping my creamy jizz right at the entrance of her womb.

Our mutual moment of rapture ended simultaneously and when she relaxed, falling back on her bed, my cock slipped about half way out of her. We were both breathing hard from our exertions and I withdrew my cock and rolled to her side, my still pulsing rod pointing straight up. Slowly, as I regained my breath, it began to lose its stiffness and wilted.

“That’s just what I needed, John,” she murmured. “I haven’t felt so fulfilled in such a long time. I really feel wonderful now.”

“Me too,” I replied. “That was a damned good fuck.”

“As good as your friend, Bunny?”

“Yeah, and without all the screaming and yelling, too.” That had always bothered me when Bunny came. Toni was much quieter when she came, but I knew when she did. “We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

She laughed. “My god, I hope so. Maybe tomorrow?”

I grinned at her. ” Why not, ‘maybe’ tonight? I think we’ve both got a lot of missed fucking to make up for.”

She glanced at me, a look of amazement on her face. “Are you trying to make up all that fucking in one day? I don’t think my kitty could take all that.”

“No, no,” I replied. “Just to get a head start. Course, if you want to wait until tomorrow, I guess we could.”

“Well, I think if we wait a little while, say after dinner, that would be okay.” Then, suddenly, she rolled to her side of the bed. “Oh chriis,” she exclaimed. “I’m leaking all over the sheets! Everything’s running out of me!” She clapped a hand over her pussy and quickly got off the bed and, bent over, raced for the bathroom.

When she emerged from the bathroom several minutes later, laying there on the bed, I got my really first good look at this woman I had just fucked. There wasn’t a wrinkle or sag on her body. Bluntly, I asked, “Just how old are you, Toni?”

She looked back at me, a look of amazement on her face. “Why would you ask that? Are you disappointed?”

“Far from it,” I answered. “You look spectacular.”

“Well,” she grinned. “I’m forty-eight and, thank you for your very kind compliment.”

“Damn, woman, if not for your…uh…gray hair, I’d swear you were in your thirties, early thirties.” I wasn’t lying either. While her tits didn’t stand out firm, they were nicely formed, not overly large, with brownish aureoles the size of silver dollars, topped with prominent nipples. Her body showed no sign of a thickened waist line or the fullness in the hips that comes with age in women.

“Jeezus,” I thought to myself, “Right next door to me and I could have been fucking her all along.” Then, as Toni sat down on the edge of the bed, aloud, I said, “I only wish we’d made our connection a long time ago. It had to be you, reaching out like you did. God, but I’m stupid as hell!”

Toni began laughing. “John, you don’t know how much I wanted to be in that bed of yours everytime I heard your girl friend screaming with the pleasure you were giving her. I’d lay there in my bed, playing with myself until I could cum but it wasn’t anything like when she did.”

I got up to sit beside her on the bed. “Toni, you want to make this a regular thing? I mean, should we move in together, or something like that?” She giggled at that and leaned against me.

“John, I’m almost twice as old as you. What would people say if we moved in together?”

“Why, I guess most of them would be jealous… I mean… well… you know what I mean. The old biddies around here would probably be jealous of you having a young lover, assuming they knew we were lovers. The men would all be jealous of me, especially when we go out together and you’re all dolled up, sexy looking.”

I let that sink in for a minute or so, then, “We can start on all the men by going out to dinner tonight. You must have something other than all those baggy clothes you usually wear, you know, something that shows off your beautiful figure.”

Toni giggled excitedly. “My god, John, I haven’t dressed…sexy…in years. But, yes, I’ve got some nicer clothing that I used to wear for Steve. You know, you’re a lot like him; he always wanted to show me off too.”

“Okay then. I’m goin’ back to my place to shower and get dressed to go out. I’m gonna wear slacks, a sport shirt and drss shoes. Then, we’re goin’ out to dinner and we’re goin’ to leave in broad daylight so everybody in this building can see us.”

Toni had been laughing escort olgun all the time that I told her what we were going to do. “John, when you come back to get me, you’re going to get the surprise of your young life. Now, get out of here so it WILL still be daylight when we leave.”

It took me almost an hour to get ready, only because I took the time in the shower to jack off again. If everything went according to the plan I had in my head, we’d be fucking all night when we got back from dinner.

Since it was only four o’clock, I decided to give Toni a little more time so I sat down on my couch for a while. I had just gotten comfortable when my phone rang. It was Toni, saying she was ready to go. It hadn’t taken her as long as I thought it would.

She was waiting just inside her open door and my jaw dropped, I had to take a second look. Standing there was the sexiest woman I had seen in a long time. From the very subdued make-up that made her face more beautiful, to the almost sheer blouse, revealing faintly, her nipples, to the short, above the knee, black skirt, to the stocking clad, long legs, to the spike heel black, open toed shoes, Toni exuded pure sex.

She grinned at me. “Is this sexy enough, Johnny?”

“My god, woman, I’m almost afraid to go out in public with you,” I replied, somewhat breathlessly.

“These are some things Steve had me wear when he wanted to show me off. Of course, I’d wear a bra then but I decided to go without for you. Can you see my nipples through this blouse?”

“Yeah, faintly,” I replied. “Looks good, though, especially those little nubs pushin’ out.” I took a deep breath. “Come on, woman, let’s go before I throw you down and fuck you right here.”

“Johnny, I feel almost like a teenager…no…make that, a slutty, horny whore. I’ll let you in on a little secret. I haven’t got any panties on either and I know I’m getting wet already. Yeah, let’s go before I lose my courage.”

We went down stairs, with me making a lot of noise, trying to alert the other residents so that they’d look out their windows when we went to my car. Sure enough, after I had gotten Toni in the passenger side, I glance up to see one curtain pulled back and an elderly lady looking down at us.

As I got into my seat, I grinned at Toni and said, “Mission accomplished. We had one woman watching and I bet she’ll spread the word.”

I drove several blocks to a Greek owned restaurant, where I knew some of the residents often had their Saturday night dinners. Again, part of my plan to get the word out.

We again were lucky. Seated side by side in a booth, we watched as two separate groups from the apartment house came in. We could see many glances directed at us while we ate a leisurely supper. I made sure they could see my hand on her thigh, groping her. Then, as we left, I felt all the eyes from those two groups on us. I chuckled to myself and Toni giggled all the way to the car.

In the car, Toni leaned over to me for a kiss. “Johnny, that was fun. I thought sure that I’d feel embarrassed, but it was fun watching those people looking at us. It’s made me so damned horny, I’m ready to fuck right now.”

“I know what you mean, except it’s you that’s making me so horny. Let’s get home and fuck!”

Apparently the word had gotten out already, cause as we ran towards the stair well, laughing loudly, I could see several window curtains rapidly pulled back, with other women, mouths open in amazement, looking out at us. When we got to her doorway, I saw another door open down the hall and an old geezer poke his head out to look at us. With a broad grin on my face, I waved at him and he quickly ducked back inside.

“No, Johnny,” she suddenly said. “Let’s go to your place. I want to experience what Bunny got in your bed. Okay?”

“Hey, if that’s what you want; sure. Let’s do it.” We back pedaled to my door and I unlocked it. Just as we went inside, I heard voices of people coming up the stair way.

“I tell you, Flo, he had his hand under her dress. I swear he was feeling her, you know what.”

“Honestly, Arnold, I can’t see how you could have seen that, but you’re probably right. I’ve never seen her so trashy looking before.”

They were nearly up to our floor when I eased the door almost tight, leaving it open just a hair so we could hear more of their conversation as they walked by.

“Do you suppose they’re…you know…doing ‘it’, I heard Flo say.

“Jeezu christ, I know I would…”

“Arnold!”, Flo interrupted. You mean you’d….uh….service her?”

“Hell, Flo, I would if I were him. I never realized what she was hidin’ under all those clothes she always wears. Did you see those legs?”

They were right outside my door when we heard Flo, “Shish…his door is open and they can hear us.”

“Bull shit. They’re probably rollin’ around on his bed. They wouldn’t hear a train if it was comin’ down the hall.” With that, Toni and I burst out laughing, hysterically, loud enough for Arnold and Flo to hear us. All we heard then was their running footsteps as they rushed to get to their apartment. I closed the door and locked it.

“Oh god, Johnny, I’ve never had so much fun in my life. Poor Arnold, she’s either going to give him hell or she’s goin’ to get a good fuckin’ now.”

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Dara awoke refreshed but sore. Pulling her sheet off, she gazed upon her new set of 36D’s with a smile. She squeezed and pressed them together, still trying to accept that she wasn’t dreaming. Yesterday changed her entire outlook on sex, and she loved how she felt. Aside from being sore inside, she loved how she felt and what she saw. What she really took notice of was the tent Zane had pitched.

She pulled the top sheet gently off of him, trying not to wake him. Here stood a tower of pleasure, her mind flooded with the orgasmic sensations she experienced only a day before. Her mind raced; could she handle another pounding? Would he be able to perform the same way again?

One thing she absolutely knew is, just looking as his erect inches made it next to impossible to keep her hands off. Everything about Zane’s dick was the same. Same shape, same everything…but it looks double the size. Her drive took over, wrapping a hand around the middle of his shaft.

He hummed a little as she slowly pumped his length. Thoughts of his meat filling her insides dominated her. Her soreness reminded her that she needed a little healing time, so this would just have to be a ‘wake-up handjob’.

“Shhh,” she sounded as he woke to see her play.

She leaned down, taking him into her mouth. Her hand and mouth worked as one, up and down. She wanted to go deeper, but he was too thick for her mouth to handle.

His body twitched every time she teased the head with her tongue. She loved having this control over him…especially after the control he had over her. For the first time in years, she really wanted to please her man. She felt closer to him, like they bonded all over again.

She sucked his head in a frenzy, eager to taste his juice again. Her lips encased him tight as he stiffened. Knowing he was close to letting go, she unleashed…giving him all she could.

She leaned up, pumping her hand as fast as she could up and down the top half of his length. With a moan, he exploded like a volcano. Every downward thrust of her hand sent a shot out. She watched him erupt like a kid watching fireworks. After just three shots, she enveloped him again. Frantically milking, she swallowed every drop he gave her.

Unable to stand the sensitivity any longer, he lifted her head off him. She giggled like a drunkard as she licked her lips…never letting go of his shaft. Her gentle licks and tugs he was able to tolerate. She kept hold of him, gently running her tongue around his tip. It was her lollipop, and she was completely intoxicated with sexual desire.

“Mmmm,” she cooed, “good morning sexy!”

“Well, aren’t we in a good mood this morning?”

“Yep!”

“Look at you,” Zane mocked, “you love that thing.”

“Yes I do!” Dara grinned, sucking his now flaccid stick.

It still felt great to Zane, and he wasn’t about to stop her. It was nearing 10am, and they wanted to see more of the resort today…so he knew he had to.

“Alright you,” Zane pulled her to his side. “Lets get a shower and head to the bar for breakfast.”

A quick shower followed. Dara stared at herself in the mirror; her breasts looked well-rounded in her bikini top. She couldn’t help but admire them. Neither could Zane as he swooped in behind her to watch her model. He pulled her top down, bringing her perfectly centered nipples into view.

“These are awesome,” he smiled, cupping the bottom of her D’s. His hands used to be able to cover her breasts, but not these. He moved them around in his hands, watching her perfect orbs shift and jiggle.

“You better cut that out if you want to leave the room any time soon!” Dara smiled watching him play. She could finally see him ogle over her body, not to mention how much she loved him playing with her tits.

“Ok, ok…”

She replaced her top and they were off. At the cabana was a huge buffet of any and every kind of breakfast dish you could imagine. The sound of water splashing and voices caressed their ears. The smell of food and drinks engulfed their noses, as they gazed on a cabana-style bar full of gorgeous people of all ages.

“Good morning,” a high pitched female voice greeted them from behind the bar. “What can I get you?”

Zane’s eyes followed the voice and met with a tall, thin woman in her thirties. She was at least 6 feet tall, gorgeous and slender. Slender with the exception of a huge set of triple D’s staring back at him. Her bathing suit was purposely cut to show them off. The straps hung over her shoulders down to the lower half of the one piece outfit. They widened just enough at the bust line to cover her nipples, which were clearly visible through the straps.

Dara smiled and watched his eyes fixate on her humungous breasts, pretty much out for the whole escort sınırsız bar to see. For once it didn’t bother her, she enjoyed seeing his sexual appetite returned.

“What do you think baby,” Dara inquired, “Jack and coke?”

“That’ll be nice, yes.” Zane drooled as he watched her assets swing and sway as she mixed their order. He was hoping to catch a view of those nipples, but her suit never gave one.

Dara took their drinks and thanked her. They picked a table, set their drinks and filled their plates at the buffet. As they returned to eat, Dara couldn’t help but laugh at his staring.

“What?” Zane asked with his mouth half full.

“Like a teenager,” Dara chuckled.

“You have to admit, those were nice boobs!” he said as he took another bite.

“Too big if you ask me, but yes, they were nice.”

“Seems to me you like big things…” Zane chuckled as Dara choked in response.

“Yeah, well…” Dara turned red, unable to think of a retort.

“FIFTEEN MINUTES TO POOL GAMES!” a voice rang out over the intercom. “THESE GAMES ARE NOT FOR THE MEEK, BE READY TO HAVE A SEXUAL CHALLENGE!”

“Interesting,” Zane raised an eyebrow. “Want to see what that’s all about?”

“Sure,” Dara replied. “Why not?

They finished their meals and excitedly took a seat on ferry that would take them to their games. As the seats continued to fill, their eyes wandered and their thought became more lusty.

“Look at that!” Dara whispered turning Zane’s head towards the loading stairs. One lady’s top was completely transparent. She showed off her DD’s, highlighted by sexy oval shaped areola.

“What do you think these games are about?” Zane wondered.

“Not sure, but it seems like no one is shy here.”

“Why should they be?” Zane responded. “We’ll never see any of these people again, maybe we should quit acting so stuck up.”

“What!” Dara snapped back. “I’m not acting stuck up…am I?”

Zane reached over and adjusted her top, revealing most of her breasts…her nipples just covered up.

“Hey! What are you doing!” Dara quickly re-centered herself.

“See? Stuck up.”

Dara’s eyes squinted as she studied his face.

“All I’m saying is, all these other people are able to let go and be free,” Zane explained. “Like I said, we’ll never see these people again…and I doubt any of them care enough to criticize. They are here on vacation too.”

Zane’s words sank in. Dara looked down at her cleavage, concentrated a moment and began adjusting herself. She reset her breasts back to the way Zane had them and looked up to see a man looking her way. She blushed as he smiled and winked at her.

“See?” Zane joked.

“Fine, fine.” She kept her head down, trying to hide her red face.

The ferry arrived at an island with lots of festive colors. On the island, there was many structures…even an obstacle course. The coordinator led them to a wall with holes in strategically placed spots. He pulled a mega-phone to his mouth and addressed the crowd.

“THIS GAME WILL BE A TEST TO SEE HOW WELL YOU KNOW YOUR LOVER’S BODY,” his voice rang out. “LADIES! PLEASE FOLLOW MISS JENNY BEHIND THE WALL. GENTLEMEN, YOU STAY WITH ME.”

“See you in a few,” Dara kissed Zane on the lips as she followed the other ladies and disappeared behind the wall.

“Gentlemen, gather here.” The coordinator’s voice called out as he waved them away from the wall and towards the other end of the concrete slab.

“This is going to be a test to see if you can identify your lady from all the others. Your ability to determine which one is yours will be based on only one thing. Her breasts.”

The guys turned to each other and smiled, some chuckled like children.

“I’m going to give each of you a sticker and a marker. Write your name on the sticker and put the marker back in the basket.”. When the coordinator was done collecting markers, he continued. “Every man that can correctly identify his lady will receive a point. Couple with the most points at the end of all the challenges will have the entire cost of their vacation…REFUNDED!”

Chatter exploded amongst the guys when they heard their prize.

“Gentlemen, may I present…your ladies!”

They turned around to see that bare breasts had now filled the holes in the wall. Pair after pair greeted them.

“Wish I had brought my camera,” one guy joked as they walked to the wall. They squeezed and touched every set as they searched. Some heard giggles through the wall as they felt. After a few minutes, every pair had a sticker on them.

The coordinator faced the guys away from the wall as the ladies lined up behind their men.

“And now,” he instructed, escorts “turn around and see if you were right!”

The guys spun around and looked upon the line of topless women standing only a couple feet from them. Most celebrated as they guessed right, only a few guessed wrong.

Zane turned around and looked. His eyes read the sticker on Dara’s chest, he read his name. They joined in the short celebration with a hug. He was surprised that Dara’s top was nowhere to be found.

“Gentlemen, please follow Miss Jenny…ladies, you stay with me.”

The guys went out of sight behind the wall. The ladies traded stories of that recent game as the coordinator opened a box and approached the group. He pulled a blindfold from the box and held it up for them to see.

“Just like the guys, you ladies will have to identify your man based on only one part of his anatomy.”. He placed the blindfold and the box down, handing out markers and stickers like before. The ladies wrote their names on the stickers, and took a blindfold. The coordinator checked each blindfold to make sure it was completely on. He marched the women forward, instructing them to place their hands on the wall.

“Between your hands is a hole that a man will put his manhood through. If you think it belongs to your man, put your sticker on it and stay there.”

Little school girl giggles could be heard between the ladies as he spoke.

“GENTLEMEN, LETS GO!” he shouted as they pushed through.

Dara wrapped her hand around the first one. It was flaccid…she ran her fingers along to the head. It felt too thin to be Zane’s. As she examined it with her hands, it grew. Further investigation with her hands revealed an unfamiliar shape and angle, so she moved her way to the next hole in the wall.

She felt it, it was hard as a rock and curved to the side. Nope, on to the next hole.

The next shaft she grabbed was really thick. Tracing the length with her hand, she’d guess this one had to be 11 inches. Intrigued, she studied it a little more…then moved on.

As she neared the next spot, her hands met another ladies hands…a voice informed her that a match was already made here. So she felt her way around and moved on.

The next dick she grabbed had a sticker on it, but no one standing there to claim it. She felt it; strong upward curve, but not quite as thick or long as Zane…next!

Her hand found another. Thickness feels right…head is the right size. She wrapped both hands around the length of this shaft, perfect fit. She put her sticker on and stayed as the other women finished.

Same as before, the guys came from around the wall and lined up behind their ladies. They turned around to reveal perfect matches by all the ladies. Seems the ladies are better at picking out their men than vice-versa.

The topless ladies and bottomless guys were led to the next game area. The ladies were taken around to the back entrance as the men were led into the front door.

As the guys talked, beds were rolled in to the room. On the beds, the ladies’ bodies were completely covered. The outline barely gave any clue to who’s woman was where.

“This one is all about the ladies, guys. Between the legs of those ladies, is a small opening for you to pleasure her,” the coordinator instructed as he handed out blindfolds. “The rules are simple; the first three guys to make that lady orgasm, get 3 points. Every one after that only gets one. If you do not make her orgasm, you lose ALL of your points. Now, make your way to the bed sides and get it hard.”

The guys stroked as they took their positions. On the coordinator’s cue, they began.

Zane reached in front of him, his hands following this woman’s leg to her opening. She didn’t feel at all like Dara. He reached forward more and felt for her breasts. They were uncovered and huge. This woman’s arms were folded, holding her 38E’s up like two soft mountains.

He caressed them, touching the nipples lightly as he teased her pussy lips with the head of his dick. Her breathing got heavy as he ran his finger around her clit. She was wet and ready for him. Zane positioned himself and pushed in. She was tight under his girth. He slid in easy, but he felt her stretch with every thrust.

In no time she joined in the chorus of moans that filled the room. He fucked her deep and fully. Her body was his indicator as to what angle and technique worked best.

On Dara’s end, she had really hoped Zane was lined up to her. The fingers that searched her did not feel like his. Although, these fingers knew exactly how to stimulate a woman well. He ran his other hand up her thigh, sending tingles right into her nether-region. His head poked against her opening, searching for its escort gecelik way in.

Dara grunted as this mammoth dick pushed inside. It seems she got lined up with mister 11 inches from the wall. He pushed more meat in her with every thrust, her sore insides were doing everything they could to keep up with this baseball bat. The more it got lubed up, the better it started to feel. His dick was huge, thick and filling her up with every push.

Her orgasm was building fast, her G-spot was really sensitive and driving her crazy. He began to thrust faster, pushing even more inside. He’d now passed how far Zane was able to get. She was taking almost all 11 inches of him, and it was shooting her to the moon. No man she had ever been with had a dick like this. Not to mention the fact that it wasn’t Zane made it that much more exciting!

To her left, a woman wailed with pleasure. The first orgasm was had. Dara could only hope it was Zane causing it so they would get their points. Before she could finish her thought, she felt herself tense up and release. This monster dick had conquered her.

Zane heard Dara’s moan, a sense of urgency came over him as only one more man would get the bonus points. His woman was building, but not fast enough. He had to go deep; deep, hard, and fast. He let her have it, slamming all 8 inches he had into her over and over. Her body arched and thrashed as he fucked her. His anxiety peaked as he could hear another woman’s moaning threatening.

Just as he was about to give up hope…his woman’s legs curled up around him as she called out in orgasmic pleasure. He continued ramming her, making her moans drown out anything that would make the judge second guess him. In his fury, he brought himself really close to cumming. Before he blew, he withdrew in panic. She realized his panic and wanted to repay the favor.

Zane’s woman sat up, and ripped off her head cover. Aggressively, she grabbed his shaft. Pulling him towards her and into her mouth in one motion. She sucked and jerked in a crazed frenzy! Zane was already 95% there, he couldn’t fight it if he tried. She pumped his dick hard as he soaked her down; bathing her as he shot over and over to her attack. She took him back into her mouth and sucked all the cum she could find off his shaft.

She stood, leaning towards his ear before she walked away, “…your woman is very lucky.”

Zane removed his blindfold to see her scurry into the back room. He figured she was embarrassed from becoming so sex crazed.

“We have our three winners, earn those remaining points guys.”

After the game had finished, the women remained on their beds. They were never allowed to see who they had sex with. The beds were rolled into the back and the guys met outside, where they were given back their bathing suits. After a short time, the women were also given back their suits and met with the guys outside.

“That was…intense!” Zane said to Dara.

“Intense was not quite the word,” she laughed. “The guy who fucked me was huge.”

“Bigger than me? Now?”

“Yeah. When we did the wall game, I felt him. He had to be as long as a ruler. I felt like I was getting drilled by a baseball bat.”

“You liked it then?” Zane asked.

“Well, at the time…but it was just too big. I wouldn’t want that on a permanent basis. Your 8 is perfect. Lets keep that.”

“Its time to take a lunch break,” the coordinator informed them. “You may meet at the cabana or your cabins for lunch. The games will resume in one hour. The last game could be worth enough points to declare a winner. See you then!”

Zane grabbed Dara by the hand and led her back to the ferry. What a morning of sex! Seems like the whole theme of this vacation was sex. Still, this was the first time in a long time that they held hands. Seems like its working.

At the cabana, they sat at a table for two.

“I’ll be right back,” Zane told Dara, “I need some hot sauce.”

He walked up to the bar, his favorite set of tits was still working. It was difficult not to watch them while she worked.

“Excuse me, could I get a bottle of hot sauce please?” he asked.

“Coming right up!” she replied.

“Hey…” a voice came from beside him. “Look, what happened in there…I hope that didn’t freak you out or anything. I’m sorry, I…”

It occurred to him that this was the girl he had sex with during the game.

“No, its cool,” Zane assured her. “It was just the moment, I understand.”

“That was really great,” she looked down, hiding her face while she played with her hair. “You know, in there…”

Zane chuckled, “thanks. Look, are you ok? You seem…”

The bottle of hot sauce made a thud against the bar as the bartender smiled at Zane and left.

“It’s a long story,” the girl continued. “My name is Carrie. I’ll see you again, ok?”

“Ok.” Zane seemed puzzled by their interaction as she walked away before he could respond with his name.

As he walked back to the table, he knew that the afternoon would surely present more surprises.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story is a sequel to “My Bookkeeper” (I devote considerable time and care to selecting my story titles!) and the experience of reading it may be enhanced by reading the other one first.

*

Michelle, our part-time bookkeeper, was due to return to work on our accounting system. I was feeling jittery.

The day before, she and I had a sudden and surprising romantic encounter in my office. After she had left, and overnight, I had become concerned about the after-effects of that impulsive event. She was a good bookkeeper. I didn’t want to lose her through her own re-evaluation of what had happened. Nor did I want a change in her behavior to make working together difficult. Through morning ablutions and early emails I thought about how to discuss this with her, and was still unsettled as she arrived.

My worrying was wasted, though. Maybe it helped both of us past some awkwardness that one of our consultants was working in the offices when she arrived that morning, but Michelle was completely professional when she arrived, and throughout the day. There was no sign of resentment about what had happened the day before. There was also no fluttering of eyes, no mooning looks, no whispered intimacies… no obvious invitation of any kind to suggest that she thought we would repeat what we had done the day before.

She was more happy than I could remember seeing her, chatting very cheerfully with our consultant and me and laughing easily. In the afternoon after the consultant had left, she was perhaps a bit more friendly and casual than before, but completely professional as she finished our financial reports and walked through them with me. After we were done, she gave me a quick hug, wished me a good weekend, said she’d see me in a few months for our mid-year bookkeeping needs, and left.

A real pro. A grown-up. I thought of some of the other younger women who had complicated my life after intimacy. They had been far less appreciative of what I did for them in bed, and far more demanding of me afterwards, as though they thought that our intimacy gave them a claim of some kind. Even though I hadn’t taken anything from Michelle in our encounter, I thought she was pretty great for not trying to make more of it.

In the months that followed, we exchanged emails a few times. Usually I’d start an exchange by asking a question about our accounting, but would slip in something friendly or fun too. She would reply in kind, again showing cleverness and a sense of humor that I had not noticed in years of knowing her. She also avoided turning these exchanges into anything suggestive or cloying. If I was at all uncomfortable with myself, I might have interpreted her lack of communication about what we had done as a lack of interest in a repeat performance. But I didn’t, for some reason, and my respect for Michelle grew.

Months later, when she was due back for her usual mid-year updating and tidying of our books, I was out of the country. She came to our offices and did her work for several days, and I returned in the afternoon of the Friday she was finishing up. She told me she had a long list of things to talk to me about, but that didn’t worry me.

Michelle had never gotten used to seeing how much money we spent running the business. Her other clients were presumably less successful or more frugal, but I and our handful of consultants burned through tens of thousands of dollars per month travelling, entertaining, training, and preparing and making presentations to groups of executives and senior managers at our clients. We were also forever buying newer and better devices and services to support our activities and make our work easier. Especially in that group, she didn’t always understand what our expense receipts were for, and didn’t always understand whether they were business or personal expenses.

“Looks like I’m in trouble again,” I said with a smile as she came into my office with a thick file folder.

“No,” she laughed, “but your expenses must have helped a lot in ending the recession. I need help figuring out what some of these things are for.”

She settled into a chair on the other side of the desk and arranged her papers in front of us. We worked through a few dozen expense items quickly, clarifying what they were and what accounts they should be charged to.

“Now this one,” she said, “is this what it looks like, almost nine thousand dollars for an espresso machine?! Is that a gift for a client? Who likes coffee that much?!”

“I do, Michelle. So do you. You didn’t see it in the kitchen?”

“No! I’ve been bringing my own Starbucks, I didn’t go in the kitchen.”

“Ohhh, Michelle,” I said, “I can teach you so much. Come with me.”

Her eyes softened as she smiled, seeming to remember the last time I said that to her, and she pushed out of her chair to follow me into the kitchen. It was hard to miss the huge new commercial espresso machine escort esenler there.

“We bit the bullet. I finally concluded that making coffee as good as the best coffee shops is easier using the same equipment they use. I’m going to make you a coffee and you’ll stop questioning why I bought it. You’ll also never – ever – want to drink a Starbucks coffee again. Do you want to try it?”

She giggled. “I’ll try a nine thousand dollar coffee machine any day, but I do love my Starbucks!”

While I busied myself with the exacting ritual of making two perfect double lattes, we chatted about my recent trip, her vacation, family… stuff. I carried the two drinks back into my office, where we resumed our positions across the desk from each other, and I slid her coffee across to her.

I watched her face carefully as she tasted it. She was first apparently startled. People are often surprised that coffee drinks can taste just as good as freshly-ground coffee smells. Then she looked contemplative as she tasted chocolate, and caramel, and a bit of fruit, flavors usually overwhelmed in typically-bad or badly-made coffee. She looked up at me as she sipped, eyes wide. It was at least thirty seconds before she slowly put down her cup in wonder.

“Ohhh Peter!” she said softly, “that is absolutely incredible. I think I’ve just really had coffee for the first time.” She paused. “You do teach me wonderful things.” Her eyes sparkled, and we looked at each other for a long moment. I was about to speak when she looked down and said, “OK, how do we handle this wonderful purchase? It’s a personal expense, isn’t it?”

“I don’t think so Michelle. People buy coffee machines for their offices all the time. Some companies spend even more for those all-automatic things that spit out bad cappucinos and coffees at the push of a button. This is office equipment, business. Everyone here is using it. Now including you!”

She gave me a wry smile. “It’s in your kitchen in your home, Peter. If you get audited, I don’t think it will fly. But I will do whatever you want me to do.”

I had glanced away from her when she said that last bit, but I thought I noticed a change in her tone. However when I turned back to her, she was looking down at the espresso machine receipt. She marked it as office equipment, and we quickly worked through another dozen or so more expense receipts before coming to another one that she was uncertain how to record in the company’s books.

“What do you think we should do with it?”, I asked.

“I will do whatever you want me to do,” she said, looking up at me. Her gaze was sure and calm; there was a kind of quiet strength in it. Again we looked at each other for a long moment, and then again she looked down at the papers in front of her.

“Michelle, are you telling me something, something that you think I want to hear?”

Again she looked at me, calmly, certainly, deliberately. “I will do whatever you want me to do.” Then she smiled softly, and for the first time I saw in her eyes a trace of longing, of a want that she had probably carefully suppressed for months.

I reached across and closed her file folder, and slid her papers to the side of the desk. Leaning forward, I took both of her hands gently in my own, and looked into her eyes. She looked hopeful, but nervous at the same time.

“Michelle, this is what I want you to do. I want you to go home…” She immediately looked crestfallen, so I squeezed her hands reassuringly. “No, I don’t mean it like that, listen carefully. I want you to go home. I want you to take your time, and relax. Have something to eat. Cozy up on the couch for a while and read something sexy or romantic.

“Then go upstairs and get undressed, very, VERY slowly. Do it as though I was undressing you.” Her eyes widened and she took a deep breath as she apparently remembered our last time together.

“Take a long, hot, relaxing bubble bath, at least half an hour, and make sure you rub the hot, soapy water into every part of your body.” She inhaled a huge sigh, and her eyelids half-closed. “I want to you to shave or trim everywhere, as close as you are willing to do it, maybe a little more.

“When you get out of the bath, dry yourself very gently and very slowly, as though it wasn’t you drying yourself, it was your lover, or Brad Pitt, doing it.” She sighed again, and then slowly, as the Brad Pitt joke finally registered, smiled a bit shakily.

“Don’t put on any makeup or perfume. Put on a super-thick, super-soft, warm terrycloth robe, a white one. If you don’t have one, I want you to go shopping on your way home and buy the very best one you can find anywhere in town – no matter what it costs, get the best – and I will pay you back for it. I want you to put on that robe, and nothing else, nothing at all.” I paused. “Well, unless you have a pearl necklace,” I smiled, “that would be very nice. Then light one candle and put it by your bed.

“When bayan escort istanbul you’re ready, I want you to unlock your front door and turn out all the lights in the house. Go back upstairs, and lie on your bed and wait for me. I will come at ten o’clock, sharp.”

I paused again as I smiled encouragingly at her. “That is what I want you to do. Will you do that?”

Her hands in mine as I was speaking had begun to tremble very slightly. Her eyes were open again, glistening and dancing around my face, and she was smiling softly, her breasts rising and falling with her long, deep breathing. She turned her hands in mine and squeezed my fingers gently. “I will do,” she said in a low quiet voice, “whatever you want me to do.”

After Michelle left, I relaxed too, and then had a shower. Still naked, I padded around packing a little bag with toys to take to her place, including a bottle of the marvelous Pjur Body Glide, a superb silicone-based lubricant. A little of it makes skin on any part of the body feel silky-smooth, wonderful for long, sensuous rub-downs. Add little more and all friction disappears completely… incredibly slippery. And it lasts and lasts without ever seeming to dry out or get sticky. As I thought of using it liberally on Michelle, my cock started bouncing up and getting in the way as I packed the bag. I dressed quickly and left.

Driving through the crisp fall air to her townhouse not far away, my mind wandered through the things I wanted to do with her. By the time I pulled into her driveway and saw that her house was dark, with only a faint warm glow from the upper window, I had pretty good wood on.

Her house was warm as I opened the front door, fresh-smelling with hints of a soapy bath and of vanilla that may have been wafting from the candle upstairs. I closed the door with a deliberate thud, wanting to leave no doubt that I had arrived. I then took my time in hanging my jacket in the closet, and began to slowly ascend the narrow stairs. Every few steps I let my foot fall more heavily, so that Michelle would know that I was getting nearer, but then waited seconds before advancing further.

She was lying on her bed, not coquettishly perched on an elbow but flat on her stomach, hands by her sides, face flat on her pillow, turned towards me. If I needed further confirmation of her pleasure in being submissive, that might have been it. That, and the fact that she silently watched me as I entered the room, eyes wide and shining in the warm candlelight, smiling a bit tentatively, breathing heavily. Her marvelously-fluffy white terrycloth robe billowed around her body, revealing just her smooth calves and feet and small-looking hands in the dim light. The soft glow of pearls peeked out from under the robe at her neck.

“Michelle,” I said softly, “this is absolutely perfect, you’ve done very well.”

She smiled more widely, and pressed her hands against her hips. “Thank you,” she said, and after a pause, “I really enjoyed getting ready. Thank you for that too.”

I took several things from my bag and laid them beside each other on her bed-table. One of them was a wicked-looking stainless steel thing, an Njoy dildo that was great for anal and g-spot play, but looked like a steel instrument of torture. “Don’t worry about this thing, Michelle, ” I said as I laid it down, “all of these are for pleasure only, the last thing I’d do is hurt you.” She did look a little worried, though, as I stepped back and began unbuckling my belt in front of her, but she didn’t say anything.

I let my pants fall to the floor, leaving on my cock-tented shorts, and pried my slip-on shoes off my bare feet. Still dressed in a loose-hanging shirt and shorts, I sat on the edge of the bed. Brushing back a stray lock of her hair, I bent to kiss her cheek softly. I began to rub over the cozy robe, down her back and onto her bum, moving the soft cloth against her naked skin beneath it, as I talked to her.

“Michelle, you’ve been a very good girl and you are going to be rewarded for it. If I do anything that causes you pain, it will be by accident. Tell me right away and I will stop. However if I am not hurting you, you must submit to me and accept what I’m doing, even if it feels strange or different, and trust me to make it part of your pleasure. Do you understand this?”

“Yes,” she said tentatively, in a small-sounding voice.

Momentarily worried I asked, “Do you want it this way?” Immediately her confidence seemed to return and she looked up at me. “Yes,” she said firmly, “Please. I will do whatever you want me to do.”

I brushed her face. “Undo your robe,” I said, and pull it out from under you.” She humped herself up and quickly complied, laying face-down back on the bed with the robe pulled out on either side of her, hands again submissively at her sides.

Holding the cuff of her left sleeve, I nudged her arm and she pulled it out of the sleeve. After extracting her other arm, escort merter I nudged both into a folded position on the pillow just above her head. The fluffy warm robe was now just draped across her body. The pearls at her neck looked warm and soft in the candlelight.

After rubbing up and down her back and bum for a few minutes, deliberately moving the robe against her skin, I drew away to open the bottle of lubricant. I heard Michelle’s long, deep sigh.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked.

“Whatever I want to do,” I rumbled. I wasn’t really into this dominance thing for myself, but it seemed to succeed at my intention to excite her… I heard a slight whimper as she exhaled a long breath and sagged against the bed.

I warmed a little oil between my hands, and began massaging her arms and barely-exposed shoulders. The silicone lubricant imparted a silky-ness to her skin… just a little of it made skin seem softer but still very tactile, not slippery but smooth and sensual. I worked into her muscles from her neck to her fingertips, first one arm and then the other. Then I returned to her neck, and began massaging under the pearls and up the side of her neck.

“Ohhhhh, ” she murmured, eyes closed, “even this is wonderful.” She opened her eyes and tilted her head to smile gratefully up at me. I patted her cheek. “I enjoy it too, Michelle. It’s very satisfying doing this to someone who really appreciates it.” Pause. “It’ll be even more satisfying when I’ve made you so limp and wet you can’t even lift your hand, let alone your head.” She groaned softly as she dropped her head back onto the pillow and closed her eyes again, and she pressed her bum against my hip beside her. “I feel like I’m close to that already.”

I slowly rolled the thick robe down her back, a few inches at a time, until just the first swells of her bum began to rise above her back. When we had been together months before, I had left her shirt on and had felt more than I had seen of her back. Now seeing its smooth expanse completely naked, pearls at her neck, with her soft breasts pushing out from beneath her, was very exciting.

Reaching for the oil, I chose not to warm it in my hands this time, but held the bottle high over her back. I didn’t squeeze it, just allowed the oil to drip out slowly. As the first cool drops splashed down, she sucked in her breath for each, and squirmed slightly as it continued to drip down, one tiny cold splash at a time, randomly all over her back. She murmured something into the pillow, unintelligible.

I returned my warm hands to her shoulders and began massaging again, spreading the oil into her soft skin, this time working down from her shoulders towards her narrow waist, and then back up again. I tickled lightly into her armpits, and glided on the silky oil down her sides and over the sides of her heavy breasts flaring out from her sides. Back and forth, up and down, occasionally eliciting little moans or gasps as I worked hard, and then lightly, and then hard again. I could feel her becoming even more limp and relaxed as I worked soothingly on her soft form.

Replacing her robe over her naked back, I shifted down the bed, took some more oil, and began on her left foot, strongly working my thumbs into its arch and smoothing down the sides of her feet and between her toes. I moved up her calf – not a trace of hair or stubble – and worked the thick muscle there… Michelle was in pretty good shape. I moved to her other foot and calf and repeated the performance. She was sagging into the bed, totally relaxed.

I then decided to take a little for myself. I’m a bum man, and slowly folding up her robe to expose Michelle’s smooth thighs and wonderful full bum tented my shorts even further. I had to adjust myself before squirting a pool of oil onto her lower back, at the top of her cleft.

I spread the oil thickly around her luscious bum cheeks before gliding deep into the crevice between them, gliding up and down the smooth warmth, feeling her cheeks squeezing against my hand. I pressed firmly against her anus for a while, twirling my thumb around its crinkled pad, and then glided down to her already-slick perineum to fiddle some more. Michelle pushed her bum up to meet this attention, squirming and twisting against my fingers, which I took as a promising sign. For long minutes I kneaded her full bum cheeks and worked down towards her hot centre, while my cock reached full staff and then some within my shorts.

I returned to her leg, with more oil, working up her smooth left thigh with both hands, one inside, one outside, working up higher and higher, firm, then soft, then firm again. As I neared her pussy I could feel its damp heat while still inches away, and I felt Michelle slightly open her legs further and begin to tense in anticipation. I lingered away from it a moment or two, and then glided all the way up to press the side of my hand firmly into her centre, thumb against her anus. She gasped, and squeezed her thighs and bum against my hand as she pushed back against them.

She was soaking, sopping wet, slick everywhere and, wonderfully, bare. She had shaved herself completely! What a thrill it was to feel her thick, puffy nether lips, slick almost beyond belief, and the hot slit between them with the prominent bump of her clit.

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I open my eyes, the final shivers of my second orgasm subsiding. He’s thrusting above me with abandon as I study his body. I wrap my legs tighter around his legs and back, pulling him in as he grunts and groans. His pace quickens and I whisper to him, “Yes, cum for me baby,” soon he is moaning loudly, pushing deeply inside me, filling me up. He collapses forward and I kiss his neck, my hands rubbing up and down his body.

“That was great,” I whisper to him “Why don’t you go and get cleaned up.” He grunts something in reply and heads to the hotel room bathroom. I flip on the bedside light and quickly get dressed, sliding into my black silk panties, my gray pencil skirt, and putting on my matching jacket. I toss my blouse and bra into my bag and start to look for my souvenir. I have everything I want except for my pair of underwear. Not mine really, but his which I’m going to take with me. I know it may sound strange but I like to keep a souvenir of each of my conquests. Ok, that sounds a little over the top. Substitute sexual partners, playthings, nameless cocks, whatever you like. Why? Oh, that’s a simple, complicated story.

The simple is that I don’t believe you can trust men, and I have a long history of being proven right. My father left before I was old enough to even know him. My mother then went through a long string of men for months, sometimes years, who would help to support her financially but with no skills and no career she was basically at their mercy. I was determined to 1. Never get into that kind of financial situation 2. Never let myself get hurt like that. It always seemed like a surprise to her that they might leave, but it was never surprising to me.

So my adult life has been in pursuit of financial success and independence. I got a degree in biology from a major college on a full ride. My plan was to go to med school and become a physician, for the money, not because I was a born healer or cared about people. It almost makes me sad to say that I care very little for others, but I guess I was missing that part of my upbringing.

One day I ran across an ad for pharmaceutical sales and it sounded ideal. Biology majors wanted lots of travel, salary and stock options. I’m an attractive, bright young woman and I got the job, so now most of my weeks are spent traveling around, extolling the benefits of our many drugs to physicians, office managers, purchasing managers, etc.

My name? Well, I don’t like to say. What would you think my name is? Just guess. I’ll describe myself if that helps. I’m 26, 5’4, black hair down past my shoulders, blue/green eyes, 32c/24/28, and practice yoga regularly in my hotel room or the occasional class.

Finally escort bahçelievler after tossing all of the sheets back onto the bed I find what I was looking for: tighty whities. I’m not surprised that this 40something purchasing manager for some boring company has boring underwear. I put them into my large purse and make my way to the hotel room door, hearing the shower turn off as I step out into the hallway.

I push the button for 27, and step on to the elevator, not noticing the young pale white room service guy with the cart. Remembering that my bra and blouse are in my bag I connect quickly that he must have gotten a good eye full as I got on the elevator.

I smile at him. “Busy night?”

“Not really ma’am,” he replies with his voice cracking.

“Going to state?” I ask him, the university nearby.

“Yes ma’am, how did you know?”

“I had to work to put myself through school too. It just kinda shows on a person.” I say to him.

The elevator stops and I see it is my floor. I start to walk off. I turn and hold the door. “Stephen,” I say, looking at his name tag. “Can you stop by 2714 on your way back down?”

“If you need something you can dial zero anytime ma’am.” He replies politely.

I laugh lightly. “Thanks, I will keep that in mind. I thought you, just you, might be able to help me with something. 2714 if you’re interested.” I let the doors close and walk to my room. Inside my room I tuck my new prize of the purchasing manager’s briefs into the outside pocket of my rollaboard bag. I take off my skirt, clipping it meticulously onto the hangar, placing my coat above it. I put the blouse into the laundry bag in the closet, and clip my black lace bra on in case Stephen makes his way to my room.

I check the time- 9pm. I flip on the news and open my laptop, pausing to admire myself in the reflection. I am proud of my physical appearance and think I could have been a model if I wasn’t so short. “You make the most of what you have,” I remember my favorite high school teacher saying over and over, and I smile feeling like I have.

Knock, knock, “Room service,” I hear. I smile wide, flipping the laptop closed. I slip my heels back on to complete the fantasy. I answer the door in my black lace bra, panties, and black patent leather heels. “Hello Stephen, glad you stopped by.” I turn and walk into the room, leaving him to close the door. I sit on the small sofa in my junior suite.

He walks in nervously, like he doesn’t have permission. “Should, um, should I come in ma’am?”

“Yes. Come and sit here on the sofa.”

He walks in and sits, looking istanbul bayan escort around, like he’s waiting for a manager to come in or a camera crew to surprise him. He does take every chance he feels he can to sneak a glance at my chest and body, though.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

“Y-yes ma’am. I think you’re gorgeous.” He says, in a full blush.

I’m a little afraid his head might explode with my next question but I ask it anyway. “Do you want to fuck me?” I watch him intently. His face contorts into a wide smile then fear then nerves.

“Ma’am I could get fired.”

“Good point.” I say. I pick up the phone and dial zero. “Hi, Ms Jones in 2417 (I always use Jones for hotels in case you thought it was my real name). I met Stephen from room service in the elevator and he’s going to help me with something for the next 15 minutes. Is that alright?” Ms Jones may not be my real name but she does have top tier status in the loyalty program. I watch Stephen’s cock grow in his baggy hotel uniform and his eyes wander all over my body.

“Thank you very much.” I say and hang up the phone.

“Now do you want to fuck me?” I ask him.

Sweet Stephen can only nod at this point.

“Good.” I say. “Get naked and lie down on the bed please. “

He stands up and strips furiously. I love college boys, they’re always so eager and they follow directions so well. He lies down naked, his cock standing straight up. I slowly unclip my bra and slide it to the floor while he stares wide eyed. I slide off my panties next and crawl over him on the bed.

I wrap my hand around his cock which is quite nice, and I smile…”You’re gonna feel good inside me,” I tell Stephen. I slide onto his cock as he closes his eyes and rolls his eyes back and moans. I put my hands on his chest and push further down onto him, spreading my knees out a bit before I start to ride him up and down slowly.

“Fuck this is amazing…and you are so pretty,” he tells me. I think to myself that he’d marry me if I asked him right this moment.

I smile. “That’s sweet Stephen,” I tell him, and I start to fuck him harder…bouncing more forcefully. I watch him as he stares at my tits bouncing up and down. I take his hands and bring them to my chest, letting him feel and squeeze me as I fuck him.

“This is amazing Ms Jones but I’m afraid I’m not going to last very long,” Stephen tells me, looking up at me with his big doe eyes.

“That’s ok baby,” I tell him. “Do you want to cum on my tits? You seem to like them a lot.”

He just grunts and closes his eyes. “You are like a porno movie Ms. Jones. Are you a porn star?” escort halkalı he asks me with sincerity.

I just laugh. “No dear I just like to fuck. Tell me when you need me to get off of you.” I continue fucking him…faster…watching his face, his eyebrows, watching him struggle to hold back his orgasm.

“Oh…fuck…Ms…Jones…ughn…I want to fuck you all night but you’re gonna make me cum!” he squeals, half screaming at me.

I roll off of him, kneeling on the bed. “Come stand over here on the bed and jerk off; point at my tits. Think you can do that for me Stephen?” In a flash he’s standing in front of me, stroking his cock so quickly I think he might break it. A few more strokes and he grunts out in a deep primal moan and begins to spray his cum all over my tits. It’s an impressive amount, as I watch him give me 3 full spurts and another half. I love the warm feeling as it begins to drip down between them. I look down, impressed at his efforts on my behalf, then I smile up at him.

He finally brings his head around and sees my smile, and then looks at his painting work on my chest. “Oh fuck Ms. Jones, I’m so sorry. I’ll- I’ll get some towels he says, but before he can move I have his cock in my mouth, groaning, as he gives me his final tastes. “Ooh fuck…that’s amazing…I’m so sorry I didn’t last longer I wanted to make you cum so badly ma’am.”

I laugh and pull his cock out of my mouth. “Look, don’t worry about it, it was fun and I’ll always remember it I say with a smile. Go clean up and I’ll hop right in the shower when you leave.”

He ducks into the bathroom and I stand up, quickly finding his bell man top and his nametag. I slide the magnet off and put it in my purse as he’s coming back out. He gets his clothes and gets dressed as quickly as he got undressed. I stand naked, covered in his cum, making him feel as nervous and uncomfortable as I can, while I just smile. He comes to stand in front of me. “So can I call you Ms. Jones? Or take you out to dinner next time you’re in town?” he asks.

I laugh quickly and then just smile. I put my hand on his face. “Sweet Stephen, I was just looking for a fuck, not a friend. But you have a magnificent cock. You should know that. Don’t let any of those stuck-up sorority bitches at school get you down. You get one of them in bed and they’ll be back for more. I don’t give out my number, but if I like a guy they can get this card. Email me, let me know you’re thinking about me, fantasizing about me, and maybe we will connect again next time I’m in town.” I bend over and get a special card from a special case in my purse and hand it to him. It has no name, just a private email address I monitor from time to time.

“I will email you tonight. Thank you Ms. Jones. I’ll always remember this,” he says, as he turns to walk out of the room.

I head to the shower and turn on the hot water, stepping in to wash his cum off of my chest. I take one taste with my finger and let the rest run off, feeling proud, full, and powerful…

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Michelle Tanner grasped hard onto the silver taps of the sink, holding on with all her strength as the large cock of her boyfriend’s friend slammed repeatedly into her hot, tight pussy from behind. Her large tits bounced around violently, hardly contained by her low-cut dress, as the thick, solid dick continued to piston hotly into her body.

Staring at herself in the mirror, watching the hot body and gorgeous face of her boyfriend’s friend as he concentrated hard on fucking the life out of her, Michelle groaned and moaned loudly, unable to hold back as the thick cock buried inside her continuously fucking her towards another orgasm.

As she relished the amazing feeling of her boyfriend’s friend’s cock being repeatedly stuffed hard into her, and her loud, lewd, lust-filled moans filled the bathroom, echoing down to where her boyfriend slept next door, Michelle couldn’t help but wonder how she had gotten to this point. She had always been faithful to her boyfriend, she knew she loved him with all of her heart, yet here she was being stuffed full of his friend’s dick, in her own bathroom, while her boyfriend was out cold in the next room. This wasn’t even the first time that night she had had this monster dick nailing her, and the way it made her feel, she knew it wasn’t going to be the last time either.

Smiling lustfully into the mirror as her boyfriend’s friend looked up and into her eyes, Michelle moaned loudly, watching her big tits jolt, barely contained within the black lace bra that held them within the half-open low top of her dress, as she got fucked long and hard.

Things hadn’t started out this way. Earlier that night she had had no intention of cheating on her boyfriend, let alone so many times and in the same house as him. Things just had turned out this way, and now here she was, getting the fucking of her life and loving every second of it. No, this had definitely not been planned.

As her boyfriend’s friend grabbed her tits under her roughly and began pounding her harder from behind, Michelle screamed in lust, gripping harder to the taps, feeling them wobble as she clung to them and got the life fucked out of her, and she wondered briefly as she felt her next orgasm growing intensely just how she had ended up with her boyfriend’s friend’s dick buried inside her. It had been a simple mistake to begin with, she hadn’t known, since then she had begged him for it…

The night had begun much like any other Friday night. The warm summer’s night in Shorehaven promised a time filled with good times as Michelle sat on the edge of her and her boyfriend’s bed, slowly lacing up the black knee-high boots that she had decided to where on her night out with the girls.

Tonight was one of her friend’s bachelorette parties as she was getting married tomorrow, so they had all decided to head off to the Starfly club on The Strip and celebrate properly. It was a strict girl’s night only, so Alex, Michelle’s boyfriend of four years, had decided to invite his friends over for a lad’s night in, however so far all that had turned up was his friend Jamie. Jamie was a nice enough guy; Michelle had met him a couple of times, though not really got to know him overly well. He was a lot like Alex in many ways, short dark hair and so on, only a little larger in every way. Jamie was a little taller than her boyfriend, and a little more muscular. He was also more brash and outgoing, not that Alex wasn’t, it was just Jamie seemed to care little about consequences and often seemed reckless. Alex always told Michelle that Jamie just wanted to get as much fun out of life as he could; still, he seemed to go to extremes often.

Finishing one boot, Michelle raised her other to the bed and began to lace up the second as she listened to the two guys downstairs. No doubt Alex had already cracked open a couple of beers and the two were watching boxing, or knowing Jamie, probably some extreme sport where people break bones more often than not.

“…yeah, but the cheerleaders are hotter than the ring girls…” Michelle heard Alex commenting, which brought a faint smile to her lips. Alex loved it when she dressed up as a cheerleader for him.

“I don’t know man, you gotta think that the ring girls love being around a real man…” Jamie began to reply and Michelle laughed lightly to herself as she stopped listening to them. What fascinating conversations men had, so deep and thoughtful.

Finishing the last boot, Michelle stood up on her heeled-boots and walked over to the full-length mirror opposite the bed, smoothing her dress as she moved.

As her reflection came into view, a pleased smile curved Michelle’s luscious lips. She had chosen the black summer dress as she knew she would look hot in it, although she didn’t want to outshine the bride-to-be, so she hadn’t chosen anything too revealing. The dress ended mid thigh, and while the low-cut top showed a pleasant amount of her impressive cleavage, her large 38C tits remained teasingly escort beykent hidden behind the form-fitting top of the dress. Running from the top of the dress to her stomach were the buttons that held the dress closed across her heavy rack. Her long, dark-brown, wavy hair fell down her back and over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face with her large, bright hazel eyes and luscious lips that were now painted in a red-brown that highlighted her eyes. Her black knee-high boots finished the outfit off perfectly, and as she placed her hands on her hips, Michelle couldn’t help but smile at her reflection.

The other part of the reason why she had chosen this outfit was because after tonight she knew she would come back horny, and whether Alex had fallen asleep or not, after she woke him up and he saw her wearing this, no matter how tired he was, or how much he drank, he’d give her exactly what she needed. With a hot 24-year-old chick like her dressed as she was, no man could say no.

Turning with a bounce in her step, Michelle picked up her phone from the dressing table and dialled the number of her friend as she began putting her make-up back in the box she usually kept it in.

“Hey.” She said happily as the phone was answered, “I’m ready now, so I’ll get a cab and head over to your apartment in a minute, won’t be long.”

Her friend sounded a little tipsy already, no doubt the other girls had already cracked open a bottle of wine, as she replied that they were only waiting on two more before they headed out to the club. Saying that she was on her way and not to drink all of the wine before she got there, Michelle hung up and called a cab, before turning to head towards the bedroom door.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Michelle swayed more than walked in these heeled boots into the lounge and sure enough, the guys were watching some odd form of extreme sports which seemed to involve two guys and a very large mountain.

Heading over to where Alex sat, Michelle kissed him lightly on the head.

“Right then, I’m heading out. You two have a good night, I’ll be back late, so don’t wait up.” She said lightly as Alex looked up and Jamie looked over to her.

Suppressing a giggle of amusement at the two guys’ reactions at what she was wearing was no easy feat, however somehow she managed to keep her face somewhat straight. Both Alex and Jamie’s eyes widened the moment they fell on her and whatever conversation they had been having cut off abruptly as both stared at her with a mix of amazement, approval and desire.

“Wow, ‘Chelle you look…damn, hot babe.” Alex said as he twisted in his seat to get a better look at her, his tone filled with approval and just the right emotion that proved Michelle’s hopes about when she got back.

Jamie didn’t add anything to that, she was his friend’s girlfriend after all, however Michelle could tell that he agreed by the fact that he hadn’t taken his eyes off her yet.

“Thank you honey.” Michelle replied sweetly as she leaned down to give her boyfriend a gentle kiss.

Alex grinned at her stupidly like most guys did when their mind was on only one thing, however he swiftly remembered that his friend was there and so adjusted his eyes to glance over at Jamie before looking back to her.

“Oh, before I forget babe, Jamie wondered if you’d mind if he crashed here the night, we’ve had two beers already and the night is young. Don’t want him driving his car back home drunk now.” Alex asked and Michelle shook her head lightly. He was so sweet for asking her approval.

“Not at all, we’ve got a spare room upstairs.” She replied, looking at Jamie kindly. Alex must have known she wouldn’t have minded or no doubt he wouldn’t have brought it up. His friend staying over wouldn’t affect her plans later on at all. No doubt Jamie would be out cold from the drinks to be disturbed by her and Alex having sex down the hall behind a closed door.

“Great, thanks ‘Chelle.” Jamie replied as Alex smiled at him and then her.

“Alright then babe, you go and have a great night; I’ll see you when you get back.” Her loving boyfriend said before she once more leaned down to kiss him lightly.

“You boys be good.” She chided playfully and the two guys laughed that they would.

Feeling happy and as if everything in the world was just perfect, Michelle headed out as she heard a horn sound outside the house. Getting into the cab, she thought about what a great night was coming up. Little did she know at that time, that some hours later she would being stuffed full of hard cock as she planned, only not her boyfriend’s.

Alex leaned back in the armchair, taking a deep draught from the can of beer he had just opened as he watched his sexy girlfriend sway out of the lounge in those fuck-me knee-high boots. He was going to get some tonight, there was no doubt of that, he thought to himself as he watched her close the front istanbul escorts door behind her firm ass that was shown off so well in that summer dress she was wearing.

Turning back to his friend, Alex was about to say something when suddenly the guy on the programme they were watching fell from his ski’s, twisting several times in some unnatural ways as he fell down the slope. Alex knew the guy was alright, he was narrating the show after all, but still, that had to hurt.

“Damn, that’s gotta hurt!” Jamie exclaimed as he took a large swig from the beer in his hand, echoing Alex’s own thoughts.

“Damn right man, that’d put anyone out of action for a while.” Alex replied as he shook his head at the man who was still tumbling through the snow.

“Not me Al, even a fall like that couldn’t stop me from getting it up for a hot chick.” Jamie laughed in return and Alex shook his head at his friend. Proud fuck, though Alex had seen Jamie prove how resilient he was before. The man was crazy, and yet none of the numerous injuries he had incurred had ever kept him down for long, or dissuaded him from doing whatever had caused it again.

“You’re a nutter Jamie, I swear it.” Alex replied with a large grin and Jamie once more burst out laughing and Alex couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

Little did Alex know at that point, that the man he was laughing with, his own friend, would later on be screwing his girlfriend with his big dick from behind, making her scream and watching her big tits bounce around as he gave her a hard fucking like she had never been fucked before. If he had known how deep his friend’s dick would be buried in his hot girlfriend, if he had known all the things she would do for him, he would not have laughed along with his friend. However, Alex didn’t know, nor even conceive of the possibility, and so he simply continued to laugh and drink with his friend.

Finishing his bout of laughter, Jamie once more leaned back into the soft cushions of the sofa, drinking deeply from the fourth can of beer he had had in the last couple of hours. There was plenty more what that came from, not to mention a nice bottle of tequila his cousin had brought up from Mexico. That, they were saving for later, though Jamie had considered opening it already several times. Beer was good to begin with, but it just got too filling and not strong enough after a while.

Of course, his mind occasionally drifted back to the hot image of his friend’s knockout girlfriend. It had been hard to keep his jaw from dropping when he had seen Michelle come in dressed in that hot little dress. Her big rack had strained the buttoned up top of the dress and her knee-high boots and the shortness of the skirt had shown her sexy legs off amazingly. Not to mention how drop-dead gorgeous she was as well. Damn, that woman was fine. Not that he would ever say that to Alex of course, nor ever tell Michelle, let alone do anything about it, but hey, looking was not touching, he was merely appreciating a beautiful woman, which should be a compliment surely.

As he lowered the can from his lips, the sexy image of Michelle’s swaying left Jamie’s mind for the fourth time since the hot woman had left a few minutes ago, and he turned his attention back to his friend.

“What do you say we crack open that tequila and switch to the wrestling ah?” Jamie asked with a big smile as he looked to his friend.

“Damn Jamie, you wanting to hit the heavy stuff already? You’ll be out cold in a couple of hours if you start drinking that stuff right now.” Alex replied with an amused shake of his head.

“Ah alright, we’ll have a few more beers then head for the good stuff yeah?” He replied and gave Alex his best ‘I won’t take no for an answer’ face.

“Shit man, you’re gonna get me pissed out of my head. Alright.” Alex answered finally and Jamie cheered.

“Alrighty then! Now this is a proper good night.” He exclaimed and heard his friend chuckle amusedly.

Once more that image of Alex’s girlfriend popped into his head and Jamie couldn’t help but think how hot a fuck she must be. Surely she could ride a dick for hours. He sure wouldn’t mind giving her his hard shaft. No doubt she could suck like a pro too; her mouth seemed made for locking around a nice fat cock.

The thoughts made Jamie’s dick instantly harden and he fidgeted with his jeans so that his impressive size wasn’t too visible. Damn, when he went to sleep in that spare room tonight he was going to jack one off thinking of Michelle, no doubt about that. Damn but she was fucking hot.

Little did the unsuspecting friend know that his dick and his friend’s girlfriend certainly would share a connection, though a much more real one than some fantasy. If Jamie had planned to seduce Michelle, there would have been little chance of his burying his long, hard rod deep within her hot, tight pussy. However, the events that unfolded, without any intent from any party, escort rus would lead to the hottest fucking session either Michelle or Jamie had ever had. The night was young indeed, yet Jamie’s thick cock was destined to be buried within Michelle by the end of it.

Michelle giggled loudly with the rest of the girls as the half-naked man gyrated in front of the bride-to-be. He had been dressed as a sailor a few moments ago, however now all he had on was a very tight, very small, pair of latex underwear which seemed to show his obviously well-endowed package off as intended.

All the girls were dressed up, and it had been a fun night so far. They had polished off two bottles of wine before leaving the apartment for the Starfly. Since they had gotten here they had mostly had pitchers of various cocktails, had more than a few dances, and even more laughs at various jokes and funny stories. The large group of dressed up young women had of course attracted the attention of more than a handful of young men who had decided to try their luck on them. Some had succeeded with some of the girls, though most of them had either danced, let one by a drink for her, or simply shooed them away. Michelle herself had to drive off several would-be suitors. Sometimes the simple words that she had a boyfriend would send them off, though more often than not they seemed to not care. However, each time one approached, she sent them packing. She loved Alex and had no intention of cheating on him, unlike some of the other girls who had boyfriends, and yet she had seen more than one coming back either from the toilets or outside with less than steady legs that was definitely not caused from the drinks. She didn’t say anything, they could do what they wanted, and so would she.

Snapping from her memories by a high-pitched giggle of excitement from one of her friends, Michelle followed the girls’ eyes and watched as the male-stripper swiftly pulled the last tiny garment he was wearing down to reveal a nice thick cock that must have been about eight and a half inches long, easily bigger and a lot thicker than Alex’s. Damn, she felt like she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the thick piece of meat. How was a girl meant to fuck something that big. She was no virgin when she and Alex started going out, but she had never seen, and definitely not fucked, a cock that size before.

The group of girls giggled excitedly, the Maid of Honour even moving closer to wrap her hand around the thick monster and begin jacking it as she stared at the stripper with a huge grin, and she had a fiancée too, although the woman didn’t seen to remember that as Michelle watched her lower her mouth over the thick shaft.

Joining in the laughter as her friend sucked the stripper off only to have him shoot his cum all over the bride-to-be’s face and cleavage, Michelle continued to drink as she shared a funny story with her friends, shaking her head when the stripper came over to her offering her a piece of the action with a proud grin. Michelle stood her ground however, shaking her head, though the image of that huge dick stuck in her mind the rest of the night. Damn she couldn’t wait to get back so Alex could fuck her senseless.

Sipping her drink and giggling with her friends, Michelle listened as the Maid of Honour told her how much bigger the guy’s dick had been than her fiancée’s. It was only then that Michelle noticed that the bride-to-be wasn’t around, and neither was the stripper any more. Looking around for a moment, her eyes suddenly fell on a dark corner where she just about made out her friend, the bride-to-be, with her arms and legs wrapped tightly around the naked body of the stripper as he obviously fucked her roughly against the wall of the club. Her friend’s face was contorted in what Michelle could only call ecstasy, and no wonder having such a huge dick shoved inside her, Michelle knew the groom couldn’t compete with the stripper in that department, she had been told of that.

Watching her friend a few moments longer, Michelle turned back to the others, who giggled, obviously knowing what was going on. All Michelle could think of as she took a deeper drink of her cocktail was how much she couldn’t wait to get home for Alex to screw her hard.

“I’m telling ya man, they’re fake.” Alex slurred as he took hold of his…somethingth, shot of tequila.

Grinning stupidly back at him, his equally drunk friend shook his head in the wobbly way that drunk people do before he once more looked at the television.

“No way man…she’s totally all natural…I mean, even if she ain’t, it’s still all good, you know what I mean?” Jamie slurred, still grinning stupidly as he didn’t make sense at all, but all Alex could do is fall back against the seat and grin just as stupidly back at him.

“Damn Jamie…you’re drunk man.” Alex laughed out loud as he smiled at his friend, holding his glass still untouched.

“No way man, you’re more drunken than me.” Jamie replied taking another shot of tequila before slamming the glass down on the table with a satisfied exhalation of breath. “Actually…you know what, I think you might be right.” Alex couldn’t help but grin at that. “I think we should…probably…drink upstairs, or I ain’t gonna be able to walk up there later.”

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I can’t remember how I got here, what brought me to you, or how the events unfold. They say its temporary…my loss of memory…do to the trauma. I have bits and pieces in my mind, like faded photographs of smiling faces, gentle words that caressed me, a memory of soft touches that once graced me.

They tell me they found me broken and battered left for none in a dark alley, it was one of my own that found me and brought me to you. Or so they tell me, I can’t call to the memories of them. They tell me I am lucky , that I wasn’t alone when they found me, but the evil that I sought was not far from me…somewhere buried deep inside I believe them, my mind tells me it is so.

I feel I know you, knew you. I watch you now, the soft and gentle smile that rests on your poetic mouth, I sense that I should know this mouth…and the mysteries that it holds, I see your hands so strong yet kind, as you work around this majestic bit of paradise that you’ve brought me too, I sense that I know this touch, I have felt these hands over my own body, so much so that I can’t deny the tingling heat that stirs all the way through me, but to what degree I knew this touch, is masked.

I watch as you tend and care for me , I see you watching me with troubled eyes as I wander along the white sandy beaches before us, I see you watching me when you think I am asleep, I feel your eyes touching me as you hold your hand back…a bit hesitant to reach out to me.

It’s you that comes running to my side, when my dreams are haunted by my past , waking screaming and weeping in the dark, its your voice that sooths me, calms my soul. Its your hands I feel on my brow, your lips on my cheek. And somewhere I know we have been here before…you have cared for me like now.

I feel no fear here with you.

A great deal of my days are spent resting, feasting from the island’s ripe luscious fruits, watching the ships passing in the distance, reading the books you’ve left out for me on travel, art, long forgotten history, wading in the warm tide pools, watching you behind dark glasses as I do now, blushing, you know I am watching you, the smile on your face gives you away, I look down, feeling a bit silly and not knowing why.

Fingering the delicate material of my dress, wondering where these clothes came from that hang in my closet on the island, having a faint idea they were bought for me once we arrived here…and that they are not my typical style or choice, but still enjoying the feel of the soft fabric against my skin, the dress light and thin, sculpted to my body, soft frills, gentle ties.

I watched as the fiery ball of the sun dipped silently into the ocean, a collection of colors painted the evening sky.

Growing a bit tired, I relax for moment, swinging in the gentle breeze within my hammock, watching you behind my dark sunglasses, my hand trailing lazily down my chest, fingers toying down the dainty chain that hangs there until I come to the small stone floating there. A moonstone, its shape reminding me of a tiny raindrop, I peer into it, its colors, a mixture and remembrance of both the sky and the sweeping sea. I don’t know where I came by it, I just remember it there and have yet to remove it.

I retire to my room, which in its beauty could barely be called a room any where else, large columns support short walls, heavy gauzy curtains billow in the breeze, a bed sits in the center of the room, a fine netting surrounding it. Slipping a white silky gown over my head I curl up in the middle of the bed, sleep engulfing me instantly, dreams swimming to me, they play through a long scope…that I cant quite focus on…..but they are there just the same…I see a figure dancing with another, she’s wearing a long dress, he’s in a tux…I see people laughing around a large table, their faces appeal to me , I find comfort in them, I feel I know them…they are my own kind.

Visions swirl past…the scope getting farther away, its harder to see them, and then they draw near, its dark, my vision is wobbly I can feel my heart beating erratic and patchy … my blood pumping in my head…the sounds are overwhelming, there’s terrible smell near, the sound of scraping metal to my left, oh god please let me wake up!

A sudden pain crashed down from behind me. Driven up from the depths of my dreams, I bolt up in bed, the feather mattress rocking beneath my weight. My white silk gown sticks to me, covered in sweat.

Rising out of bed escort yenibosna I walk to the billowing curtains that separates me from the night air. Outside the air thick and warm, a rising storm, rain floating down on a whisper of a kiss to greet me. My hands rising above my head in a calling to the winds, tendrils of hair whipping around me, my eyes search the moon cloaked in shameless shades of blue and silver swimming among the clouds.

I don’t see you sitting in the dark under the umbrella, sipping from a glass of cognac, but you see me. Your eyes bright, piercing through the dark, gliding over me, slowly traveling over the white silk gown, noting the way the rain has painted the translucent material to my skin, your body trembling to touch mine, melting under the heat pouring from me.

I don’t see you rise from your chair, but I feel you near, standing before me under the falling light rain. Just staring at me for what felt like one of the longest moments I could remember. I smile at you, my eyes traveling over your bare chest, smooth, tan. I watch as you move agonizingly slow, your hand reaching out to me, gingerly you replace the thin strap that slipped from my shoulder, fingers rolling over damp hot skin, smoothing the droplets of rain, a quiet need stirs between us.

An ache rattles through me, striking my core, one that no trauma could erase.

“It’s late La Fay,” I hear you whisper…”you should go back to bed, you still need your rest.”

I can’t see your face as you turn from me in the dark, I watched as your pause in your steps, still standing in the rain, perhaps struggling with your own demons. I sigh quietly, watching your back, my brow furrowed in confusion, you seem almost upset, and then I heard you say again, “Bed, La Fay.”

I left you there, walking back through the curtains into the shelter of my room, stripping off the wet gown, I left it in a puddle of silk beside the bed, climbing under the light blankets pulling them tightly up around my neck, a gentle breeze blew in from outside, its touch was comforting to me as I drift back to sleep.

Visions flash before my eyes again in my REM state, screaming by like ghosts in a subway window. I see a familiar face beside me in an unmarked vehicle. It is my car my unmarked car. We are at a crawl driving past a bar. I see the sign above the door: Syd’s. The fog in my dream begins to clear. I see the man in the car beside me craning his neck as we pass with a look of longing in his dark eyes. A call from dispatch comes over the radio, two sets of ears perk up at the address called out over the radio. He looks over at me, as he reaches for the radio to respond, “That’s Mother’s,” I hear him say before responding to the call. His voice, the familiar voice of my partner. It’s Logan. I remember the call.

Patrick O’Malley, one of the owners of Mother’s Irish Pub called in a disturbance, a deranged, hostile customer. We pulled up outside the pub. I see Logan and I getting out of our issued vehicle, one hand on his weapon holster, his radio in his other hand, reporting to dispatch on our arrival to the scene. From outside I can hear the sounds of Mick Jagger screaming from the jukebox inside.

I see myself through a liquid dream, telling Logan to take the front as I make my way around back of the building, I see Detective Logan stopping, watching my back, asking me to wait, I see myself spinning around on the heal of my boot, my eyes scoring into his, I flinch in my dream-like-state as my own words cut through him in icy tones, “Are you questioning my authority Detective?”

I watch him now, seeing what I couldn’t before, I see him standing there, watching me disappear into the darkness of the alley, I see the great width of his shoulders hesitate in his direction, being pulled from the command I ordered and back to myself, the worry on his face brings me to tears now in my sleep, I see him call for back up as he retreats to the front entrance.

It’s there in the depths of the alley that I smell the reeking stench, in the black of night I sense a movement to my left, the static from the radio on my hip snaps my attention, nimble fingers fly to the dial, muting the noise, my first mistake. In silence I watch as I pull my weapon from its harness, my firearm braced under my left hand in the darkness, poised in the thick air.

The sound of scraping metal to my side, I spin around bayan escort in the darkness, my breath constricted by the weight of my uniform, I see myself tugging at my collar, craning my neck, gasping for air I can’t seem to find. It’s from behind me I hear a threatening voice at my back…

“Well, well if it isn’t Liuetent La Fay…”

I see myself spinning around to the voice behind me, lowering my upper body in the spin, my right leg high, making contact with the voice. A deep moan followed by a terrifying scream whirling at me, I can feel the rage even before it hits me, knocking me down, my head smacking loudly on the pavement, my gun fly’s out of my hand on impact.

In the dark I reach under my pant leg for the small automatic sleeping inside my boot, on my back, my weapon gripped between two shaking hands, arms braced in the air, I smell blood almost instantly, I know its mine from the severe ache in my head.

I hear the voice muttering in the darkness, my arms shifting in front of me, to my left, back to the right. My chest heaving, my eyes fighting the darkness, the fear that creeps into my gut. The voice again, in front of me now, I raise my upper body up slowly, careful not to move my legs, I can hear him crouching down, a gentle swirl in the air above my head, he’s swinging something above me, saying my name over and over in a slow sickening pattern. His speech is coagulated, but controlled.

Its then that I feel his slimy hand on my boot and the cold metal of what had to be a pipe slide across my cheek gently, I fought for self-control, commanding my body to remain still, inside I shook violently.

I heard Logan call my name from the entrance of the alley, with my thumb I flip the safety off, my ears straining on his voice, aiming at just below, the cold metal of the pipe swings over head once again, fingers clawing up my leg in a deadly crawl.

I toss in my dreams, tearing away at the sheet now drenched in my sweat, I hear my self saying a silent prayer as the sound of the swing of the pipe gets louder and faster over head, every things happening too fast, I hear Logan’s footsteps cautiously approaching, the hand getting higher on my leg, the fanning of the air above me, simultaneously, I feel myself pulling the trigger just as the pipe lowers with force smacking into my shoulder as I coil away from my fire and catching me on the back of the head once again, and a heavy weight of a lifeless body toppling down over mine, a chilly gloom fills my senses, the last thing I hear is Logan screaming my name.

I hear my name being called over and over, getting louder, something tender touching my face, brushing away at my wild curls, the voice calls to my attention, the touch, I raise my hands in defense, frantically waiving them in the air.

I hear a few groans from the voice as it grows louder, urging me to wake. Its the sound of my own screams over the rain that wakes me. I open my eyes to find myself already sitting up in bed, my hands shielding myself in desperation.

“Hey,” you whisper holding your hands up in a truce in front of my face, tears pouring freely from my eyes over salted skin as I throw myself into your arms, crawling into your lap, my legs wrapped tightly around your waist as you pull me near, stroking my back, whispering in my ear that everything is going to be alright, it’s over now.

My cries lessen as I listen to the sound of your voice, surrendering to the calming effects, the feel of your hands in my hair, I hear you call me by my first name leaving all normal formalities behind.

One hand on the back of my head, the other trailing down my back, just above my bottom, its then that I remember I had shed my silk gown, a deep heat creeps over the salt crust tears on my face, with my wrists crossed behind your head I pull away slightly, looking into your eyes in the moon filled room. Your eyes shift over my face, your hand brushing away a strand of damp hair, cupping my chin, tilting my face up to yours.

“Morgaine?” I hear you ask in question, eyes diving into mine, searching.

I opened my mouth to speak, sighing, air hissing between parted lips, not able to find the words to respond to you. My head bowed, eyes falling from your gaze. “No,” I hear you saying, one hand under my chin righting my face to yours. “Tell me.” You ask.

“I remember.” Was all I could say. “I remember everything.”

“Then you’ll want to escort kayaşehir be going home I imagine.” Your voice clipped, eyes holding onto mine, I cocked my head at the subtle accent that slipped from your tongue, a faint smile curving over my lips at the sound that lingered between us.

“Well — you must know the details of my stay much better then I do at this time…I would presume I have some time coming to me.” I joked trying to lighten the mood.

“Yes, you do, as much as needed. Your commander doesn’t expect your return for sometime.”

A smile caressed my lips, closing my eyes I inhaled a deep breath of sea air that drifted in. I felt your arms moving over me again and then the soft feel of a warm blanket covering my shoulders and being wrapped around me, covering me at last. I let you lean me back onto the bed, my head cradled against billowy pillows.

Surprise hit me when I felt the weight of your body reclining back onto the bed beside me. I open my eyes slowly, taking in your profile next to me. Your eyes closed, the look of concern and worry you’d worn the last week or more had now vanished.

Gingerly I reached a hand out towards you, my finger gently tracing down your forehead, I watched as lips twitched slightly under my touch. My fingernail trailed over the bridge of your nose, around the curve of a cheek, propping myself up on one arm now, tracing around the refined edges, the tip of my nail dipping into the opening between sensuous lips.

Inhaling sharply — tongue wrapped around my finger, drawing it into your mouth. Holding my breath as you massaged the tip of my finger, the pleasurable texture of teeth gently scraping, the wetness circling around the stem, an intense heat washed over me.

I had no control over my response, eyes wide watching you, a low throaty purr hummed in my throat. I watched as you turned on your side facing me, feeling myself blush in the darkness.

Pulling my hand away from your mouth, I found myself placing my finger, wet with your saliva to my own lips, sliding it inside my mouth, a hint of the cognac you’d sipped from earlier creped onto my own taste buds.

Exhaling heavily, but relaxed I closed my eyes, savoring your taste. I smile at you in the dark, I know you’re watching me, it use to be something I sensed now and then when I walked across the room, or when I passed within your gaze, but now, now it was something I felt. A touch I was sure of, a knowing.

I lingered for a moment, listening to your breathing, the sounds mingling with the cresting waves not far past the curtain walls.

“You know,” I began, stretching out, turning onto my side next to you, “Some things are still a little fuzzy.”

I wasn’t prepared for the deep chuckle of your laughter or mine own that followed. He took my hands in his, the glow of the moon crept in and out blowing curtains, our fingers intertwined, hands resting above our heads.

I shivered beneath the warmth of your breath on my neck, lips grazing my cheek as you leaned close to whisper in my ear. “Just how much do you remember La Fay?” I closed my eyes as you grasped my earlobe between your lips, tugging, suckling at tender flesh. “Do you remember that?”

Moaning softly, my teeth cutting into my bottom lip, “No–” I stammered, “Can’t say I do.”

I feel the curve of your smile over my lips now as you take my bottom lip, slightly quivering, plucking, flicking your tongue playfully at my top lip, dipping in, tracing along upper teeth, at last, that poetically carved mouth captures mine, tongues dancing together, teasingly I slowly explore your mouth, pulling your lips between my teeth, carefully gliding edges along plump skin.

“Mmm.” A soft moan is my only response. I feel your body climbing over mine now, our hands still clasped together above heads, resting on pillows, I can’t be sure of which of us held them there.

A soft touch caressed over my jaw, down my neck, fingers following down the trail of the delicate chain, lips tenderly kissed between my breasts where the stone lay. I feel you pausing there, fingers touching the stone. I open my eyes to find you staring at me, your face serious once again. “What is it?” I try to pull my hands free from our embrace, you hold me there tight.

“You wouldn’t remember this,” gently you held the stone up from my skin, rubbing it between your fingers, “do you?”

“No,” I whispered. I watched as your expression changed, your eyes clouding briefly.

“I got it for you, after we arrived here.” I heard you say.

I pulled a hand free from our lock, swept it up to your face, “I may not remember how I came by it, but I will never forget.” My words filled the room, making no sense and complete sense all the same in there significance.

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