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Gordon and Denise decided to take a midweek break together. There was an unspoken feeling that their relationship had been damaged by Paul’s recent visit and they were hoping that the holiday might put things right. They needed to have a frank discussion about what had occurred. .

They were staying in a country house hotel not far from the Suffolk coast. The weather was fine enabling them to enjoy long walks. Arriving back at the hotel in the late afternoon they decided to try out the indoor swimming pool. The pool was deserted apart from two girls in their late teens who soon departed. They swam lazily up and down for a few lengths before relaxing in the Jacuzzi.

‘Do you think they’ve got a camera surveillance system in here?’ Gordon asked.

‘Probably, why do you ask?’ Denise said suspiciously

‘I thought it would be nice to have a nude swim.’

‘We don’t want to get thrown out of the hotel, we’ve only just arrived.’

‘Yes alright, but I think we’re ok in the Jacuzzi, get your kit off, I want to have a feel!’ ‘Gordon! You’re not going to be naughty are you?’

Gordon slipped his swimming trucks off, moved up close to Denise and pulled the shoulder straps of her one piece bathing suit off her shoulders and exposed her breasts. He guided her hand onto his erection.

‘No Gordon! How would you like it if all the guests wanked off in the Jacuzzi?’

‘I can see the newspaper headline now; “Mass pregnancy of hotel guests, secret Jacuzzi wanker suspected,”‘ he joked.

‘Let’s go back upstairs if you want to fuck me.’ Denise suggested.

Back in the bedroom they had an intimate shower together before lying down together naked on the bed. Gordon stared at her thoughtfully as if seeing her for the first time.

‘God, you are so beautiful!’

Denise suppressed the desire so say something flippant and dismissive and smiled instead. Sometimes Gordon could be so utterly and unexpectedly charming.

‘How on earth have you managed to put up with me all these years?’ She moved closer and gently kissed him.

‘I only married you for your money,’ she joked.

He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. She looked at him in surprise.

‘What was that for?’

He didn’t reply but gently caressed her beautiful breasts. Denise settled down on the bed with legs slightly parted, one leg drawn up. He kissed her breasts then tracked down her body to her pale pink pudendum that was already parted to reveal its delicate delicious fleshy interior. She quivered with delight as his tongue probed the delicate half opened cleft. He arranged himself above her and eased himself inside her warm welcoming juicy interior and began to fuck her slowly and carefully, pausing occasionally to ensure he stayed under control. Neither of them spoke. On and on he went five minutes, ten minutes; his cock made slurping noises as it was gently gripped by her cunt. Fifteen minutes later, he sensed she was coming to her final climatic orgasm. She sighed and gently gasped as he spurted his fierce jet of love juice deep inside her. Gordon stayed inside her while his swelling subsided before gently detaching himself. They lay in blissful, contented, satiated silence. Denise leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek. They dozed in companionable silence bathed in a warm afterglow of post coital satisfaction.

****

That evening after dinner they had their coffee in the lounge bar. It was a small intimate bar with one row of continuous seats facing the bar backed by another row facing in the opposite direction. Beyond this up against the wall was another row of seats looking towards the bar. Most of the customers tended to congregate in or around the bar either perched on bar stools or standing. Beverley and Graham were the sole occupants of the seats facing away from the bar and were virtually invisible from the bar.

Beverley crossed her knees; through the slit in her skirt Graham could see her stocking top. He rested a hand on her thigh.

‘What is it about the area between a woman’s stocking tops and her knickers which is so mysterious and alluring?’

‘I don’t know but it seems to work like Viagra for you.’

Gordon gently pushed her skirt up until he could see her crimson knickers.

‘I’m wearing my tart’s knickers tonight,’ she said with a grin.

‘As far as I can make out all women wear tart’s knickers these days’ Denise turned her head to follow his gaze and observed the two nymphets that they had seen earlier swimming in the pool. They were perched on bar stools clad in micro skirts and miniscule close fitting tops which accentuated their pert small breasts. The strap bands of their thongs peeped out above their skirts. They were holding court with two spotty youths.

Occasionally Gordon let his mind dwell on the prospect of making love to a young and perhaps virginal woman. He was pretty certain he would be able to do it far more successfully than a rash impetuous uncontrolled youth. Admittedly, unlike a youth, he would escort sefaköy be unable to give a repeat performance for at least half an hour and a third would require over an hour’s recovery. Another shag would be out of the question until the following morning. On the whole he thought the disadvantages of emotional instability outweighed the pleasure to be gained from penetrating fresh young flesh. He turned again to his wife.

‘Why don’t you take your knickers off?’ he said softly

‘What here?’

‘Yes, I want to look at your cunt.’

She knew that Gordon was going to lead her into some elaborate sexual fantasy and that eventually she would go along with it.. Under her husbands intense gaze she quickly disengaged her suspenders and removed her tart’s knickers and tucked them in her hand bag.

Gordon glanced round the bar and, seeing they were unobserved, he pushed up her skirt to reveal her clean shaven pudendum. He ran his hand up her leg and gently probed her slit. She let out a slight gasp and quivered..

‘Unzip me and get my cock out,’ he murmured softly but urgently in her ear.

Denise felt her heart beat faster. She was never quite sure where Gordon’s fantasies would take them. She glanced round before complying with his request and releasing his swollen member. Gordon produced a handkerchief from his pocket and draped it over is cock.

‘Toss me off,’ he commanded.

Denise lubricated the palm of her hand with the semen oozing from his tip and began to squeeze and rub is prick. Years of practice had made her expert at wanking him off and she soon brought him to climax. Gordon sighed quietly with pleasure and quickly smothered his ejaculation in his handkerchief.

‘Thanks Denise,’ he said, as he zipped up his flies.

A dark haired middle-aged woman entered the bar accompanied by a woman in her early thirties. They sat down in the outer ring of seats facing the bar. Gordon smiled at them. They made polite conversation before going up to the bar..

‘If you were hoping for an outing for your cock with your new lady-friends I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed; I think they are lesbians.’ Denise murmured quietly.

‘Really?’

Graham looked at the two women with renewed interest. Half an hour quickly passed in casual conversation with the newcomers. At last they left; Denise and Gordon were now the only remaining guests in the bar. The barman came over to clear the tables and asked them if they wanted another drink before he closed the bar. They shook there heads. The barman dimmed the lights and departed.

Gordon moved closer to Denise and kissed her lightly on the lips while sliding a hand up her legs until it rested on her bare cunt.

‘Get your clothes off you sexy bitch, I want to fuck you!’ he said tersely

He watched as she obediently removed her blouse and bra while he shed his trousers. He pushed her roughly back on the long padded seat, unfastened the catch on her skirt and pulled it down her legs. Kneeling on the seat, he grabbed both her legs and drew her towards him while forcing her legs open. He pushed his cock into her cunt without preamble and began to fuck her vigorously. Over the years Denise had learned how to play the fantasy prostitute with consummate skill. In the afternoon she had been his lover but tonight she was his compliant whore.

**** The following morning Gordon went for an early morning jog while Denise was still sleeping. His route took him round the extensive grounds of the hotel and out into a wooded area beyond which eventually lead to the coast. It was a beautiful sunny summer morning and the sea air was invigorating. Down below on the beach he noticed the two women they had been talking to in the bar the previous evening. They had been swimming in the sea. The beach was deserted apart from the two women. Graham jogged down to the beach to greet them.

‘I see you prefer the real thing to the overheated hotel pool.’

‘Oh you can’t beat a swim in the sea on a morning like this’ said the older of the two. ‘Why don’t you try it?’

Gordon took his trainers off and strolled to the water’s edge where he let the tide wash over his feet. The two women began to dry themselves.

‘It won’t bother you will it if we take our costumes off? We’re nudists and it’s such a lovely morning for sun bathing.’

Gordon removed his trainers and t-shirt and plunged boldly into the sea. The shock of the cold water immediately quelled any incipient stirrings in his genitals. Ten minutes later he emerged refreshed from the sea and strolled up the beach towards the women who were lying naked in the sand dunes. They watched him casually as he approached.

‘Oh you haven’t got a towel have you’, said the younger women. ‘I’ve got a spare hand towel here.’

She reached into her bag and handed him the towel.

‘My names Jane by the way and this is Muriel.’

Rather incongruously they all shook hands. Graham couldn’t recall ever having shaken escort bayan hands with a naked woman before.

‘I should hang your shorts s on that gorse bush over there to dry, otherwise you’ll feel most uncomfortable’ said Muriel.

Gordon obediently followed Muriel’s suggestion and then sat down beside them with the small towel draped strategically over his loins.

‘Your wife doesn’t jog then?’ Muriel enquired . ‘No, I’m afraid not, she’s not the athletic type. She was still asleep when I came out.’

Gordon was finding it very hard not to stare at the naked bodies displayed so unselfconsciously. He was glad of the towel to hide his stiffening cock. Muriel looked at him with some amusement.

‘It must be rather frustrating for you I know, but we don’t do penetration with men I’m afraid’

‘My wife rather thought that was the case,’ said Gordon.

Muriel edged a little close to him.

‘If you like though, I could do something about that stiffy you’re trying to hide under the towel.’

Muriel gently pulled his towel aside.

‘There’s a big boy. Would you like me to toss you off? I won’t be depriving your lovely wife of her early morning fuck will I?

‘I’m glad to say that I can always rise to the occasion whenever the opportunity presents itself.’

‘Jane have you got the sun-cream.?’

Jane casually poked around in her beach bag and passed the lotion to her companion then watched curiously as Muriel began to gently massage Gordon’s cock. Gordon was surprised how expert she was at handling him.

‘How come you’re so good at playing with a man’s dick?’

‘Oh, I used to have a husband. It was my defence mechanism, trying to get him to come early so that I wouldn’t have to put up with him fucking me.’

Gordon leaned back slightly on his elbows while Muriel continued her expert sexual massage.

‘Is it really so abhorrent for you to have a man’s cock inside you?’

‘I’m afraid it is. Nothing personal, you understand, but I prefer a woman’s touch.’

Gordon stopped talking and began to gasp with pleasure as his orgasm sprayed out semen in a parabolic arc. The first salvo landed four feet down the beach causing Jane to shriek with surprise. Subsequent ejaculations were at a shorter distance like a field gun finding its range. Muriel rubbed her hand across his body to dry it.

‘There you are, feel better now?’

Gordon smiled and nodded.

‘That was nice, thanks.’

Emboldened by the intimacy of the occasion Gordon had in inclination to indulge his curiosity.

‘So what do you two do when making love?’

‘There are lots of different things just like with a heterosexual couple. Sometimes we just touch each other.’

‘What, you mean finger fucking?’

‘Yes that’s right.’

‘But couldn’t a man do the same thing?’

‘No, a man’s too clumsy and insensitive,’ said Jane joining in the conversation.’

‘We use strap on dildos sometimes and take it in turns to fuck each other. If we’re feeling really horny we use a double dildo and wriggle about together.’

‘I’d love to watch you two making love.’

Muriel and Jane exchanged glances.

‘Alright you can, tonight after dinner. Why not bring your wife and then we can watch you fucking her too.’

‘That’s sounds like a great idea but I’ll need to talk my wife round first; she’s not such an exhibitionist as I am.’

Gordon got up and put on his damp shorts.

‘I’d better get back, otherwise I’ll miss breakfast. Thanks again, I’ll see you later.’

**** After breakfast Gordon suggested to Denise that they spend the morning on the beach. She happily went along with his proposal. He packed a few essentials in a rucksack and they headed off through the woods down to the still deserted beach. They strolled along in companionable silence savouring the beauty of the lovely hot summer day. After walking for an hour they sat down to rest in the sand dunes. They were totally alone, other humans just distant dots on the horizon.

‘I’m going in for a swim; I don’t think we need to worry about swimming nude here.’ Denise said.

She unfastened her light summer dress and shrugged it off. She was naked underneath. Gordon looked at her standing there in all her naked glory in the sand dunes and thought for perhaps the five-hundredth time what a fortunate man he was to have such a beautiful and agreeable wife.

‘Come on, get your clothes off and feel the sun on your body.’

She headed for the sea leaving Gordon to chase after her when he had shed his clothes. They spent fifteen bracing minutes swimming and splashing, allowing the surging water to caress their naked bodies. They kissed and fondled each other playfully. Even in the cool water of the North Sea she occasionally felt his stiffness brushing against her. Refreshed they headed back, hand in hand, into the warm seclusion of the sand dunes. Graham lay down on the sand and watched Beverley as she sat back on her heels gently drying her escort atakent body.

‘I don’t think paradise gets much better than this does it?’

She looked at him and smiled.

‘Judging by the state of your stiff little friend I imagine you will soon be looking around for a horny goddess to fuck.’

‘What do you mean, little friend? I’ve never had any complaints about its power to give pleasure.’

‘God, you men are so obsessed with the size of your dicks! In the right frame of mind I can masturbate with my little finger and still get a very satisfactory orgasm.’

‘I think you were quite impressed with Paul’s erection.’

This was the first time that either of them had referred to Paul’s visit. Denise realised they were entering dangerous territory.

‘Paul’s got a beautiful body and a large cock but that doesn’t make him the best lover in the world.’

It was time to change the subject. She shifted herself over and straddled Graham’s prone body.

‘Well, I’m not a goddess but I’m certainly feeling horny and now I’m going to fuck you!’

Afterwards they lazed contentedly in the sand dunes for a couple of hours. Gordon decided now was time to give Denise an edited version of his encounter with Muriel and Jane. When he explained how he had discovered them sunbathing nude, Denise couldn’t contain her amusement. Prudently he didn’t mention Muriel’s generous hand job. Denise wasn’t in the least surprised when he told her about their discussion of lesbian sexual activities.

‘Actually,’ he concluded, ‘they invited us to watch them making love together after dinner this evening.’

‘How bizarre; naturally you want to accept their invitation?’

‘Well yes, aren’t you a little bit curious about lesbian lovemaking?’

‘Not really, but I’d better come along to see you don’t get up to any mischief.’

Gordon was pleased; he had expected to have to do some coaxing.

‘Good, let’s invite them to have dinner with us tonight.’

****

The combined influence of the hot sun, liberal cocktails and the wine they had drunk ensured that the quartet had a relaxing and successful dinner together. It was after nine when Muriel proposed they adjourn to the women’s bedroom where she promised them a glass of brandy. Theirs was one of the grandest rooms in the hotel with a four poster bed.

‘We like to indulge ourselves when we are on holiday,’ Muriel explained and began pouring everyone generous slugs of brandy. Jane looked towards Denise and Gordon.

‘Would one of you mind giving me a hand with the zip on the back of my dress?’

Denise quickly volunteered her assistance to pre-empt her husband. Gordon took his jacket off and watched Jane step out of her dress. She had a slight, rather boyish figure with pert small breasts, curvy hips and a cute arse that stuck out provocatively.

‘Can I unfasten anything for you Denise?’ Gordon enquired

‘No thank you Gordon,’ she said firmly, giving him an old fashioned look.

‘Please don’t stand on ceremony it’s been a very hot day, we like to unwind and relax in the bedroom,’ Muriel said as she handed round the brandies. ‘Cheers.’

Almost without realising what she was doing, Denise downed her brandy with one gulp. Suddenly she felt very warm and rather faint. She sat down heavily in an armchair and watched Gordon helped Muriel to remove her skirt and blouse. She was dimly aware that Jane was now completely naked. Gordon spoke to her again.

‘I think we are a little overdressed for this party.’

She didn’t resist any more and allowed him to remove her outer clothing then watched as he quickly stripped down to his boxer shorts. Muriel strapped on a black latex dildo; it must have been well over eight inches long. No wonder they had such little interest in a man’s penis; what man could match such a gigantic device? Jane was already lying on the bed fingering her vagina to prepare herself for penetration. She looked across at Beverley and smiled.

‘Come and lie by me on the bed Denise and watch Muriel fucking me.’

Denise did as she was asked.

‘If you take your knickers off, I can finger you if you like.’

Denise quickly shed her bra and knickers; it was just like one of Gordon’s often imagined fantasies. Muriel lay on top of Jane and began to fuck her. She looked directly at Denise. ‘Have you ever been fucked by a woman Denise?’

She shook her head. The persistent probing by Jane’s fingers had caused her vagina had become engorged and swollen. She knew she was loosing control.

‘Would you like me to fuck you?’

‘Yes alright,’ she said quietly.

Gordon watched with mounting interest and excitement as Muriel transferred her attentions to Denise. He too was now naked and gently fondling his erection. He stood by Jane and began to squeeze her delicious curvaceous arse. He touched her tiny breasts and whispered in her ear.

‘Have you ever been fucked by a man Jane?’

Jane shook her head.

‘Ooh that’s exciting, you’re a virgin’, Gordon said with a wicked grin. ‘Would you like to try it? I don’t mean now but sometime in the future.’

‘I don’t know, perhaps. I’ll let you have my work phone number in the morning’

‘Thanks, I think I’m going to leave you three girls to play now.’

Jane looked at his rampant erection.

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Miles Williamson was a college professor at a small college in a small town in the northeast part of the United States. He was 32, stood 5’9″, slightly overweight, had shoulder length brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes which were often hidden behind thick glasses. He was single, and generally was thought of to be rather stuffy by his students. They thought of him the same they did any other professor, just a teacher and nothing more. They could never imagine that their teachers had lives, and desires of their own, and it was evident in the way the girls chose to dress for their classes. Miles had a very hard time concealing his erection around a few of his female students; especially with the provocative clothing they would wear on Fridays.

Miles taught one of the last classes of the day that ran from 7 to 8:30 pm, so many of the students were ready to go out and party right after class. They came in wearing club clothing; short skirts, daisy dukes, skimpy tops, latex clothing, fishnet stockings, and thigh-high boots. He was grateful he had a class so late in the day; at times the outfits he saw provided fuel for his fantasies on the weekend. One girl in particular, Melinda Jones, made his cock ache more times than he could count. Miles had a thing for chubby girls, and Melinda was the most beautiful chubby girl he had ever laid eyes upon.

When she first entered his class at the beginning of the school year, he noticed her hair that was dyed purple, and her pierced tongue. The dye faded away over a few weeks, and he really started noticing her more then. She was 22 years old, stood 5’10” with long brown hair that went halfway down her back, wore size 18 dresses and a 40DD bra, she had eyes that were rather perplexing-they changed color! There was a certain air about her that just intrigued Miles and made him yearn to have her closer to him. Sometimes, he even thought that he caught her staring at him with a lustful look in her eyes or he could swear he felt her undressing him with her eyes. As badly as he wanted that to be true, he convinced himself that it was his overactive imagination. He just reminded himself that he was a teacher and that it was wrong for him to even contemplate getting close to her in a non-professional manner. Instead, he fantasized about her as much as possible, and often dreamed of her.

One Wednesday afternoon in November on his break period, Miles was sitting in his office going over some lesson plans when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

He was quite surprised to find Melinda entering his office. Immediately his cock jumped in his pants, and he tried his best to control it. He was certain she was just seeking clarification on the assignment he handed out on Friday.

“Melinda, how nice to see you. Did you need help with something?”

“Yes, professor Williamson, I do need help with something.” She said, in what sounded to Miles, a rather sexy voice as she closed the door and sashayed over to his desk.

“What can I help you with?” He gulped, trying to convince himself that the sexy voice was only his imagination.

“Well…” She said with her finger tracing circles on his desk, “I don’t know how to tell you this.”

“Tell me what?” Miles asked, with beads of sweat forming on his brow.

“I’ve noticed the way you look at me.” Melinda told him as she untied her trench coat and let it fall to the floor, revealing the outfit she was wearing underneath.

Miles cock escort mahmutbey stood rigidly at attention at the sight of Melinda’s scarcely clad body. She had on a skin-tight purple vinyl dress that came to mid thigh, and showed off plenty of cleavage, along with a pair of black thigh high vinyl high-heeled boots.

“This isn’t something I can act on Melinda, fantasies are one thing. I could lose my job!”

“So you admit it, you want to fuck me, don’t you? I won’t tell anyone if you don’t, I find you quite attractive myself. I want to fuck you, not for a grade, but because you make me hot.” She told him as she slid her middle finger up her skirt and pulled it out again, placing her pussy juice soaked finger in his mouth.

He couldn’t take it any longer, she came closer to him, behind his desk, and he rose to meet her. She quickly cleared off his desk in one swoop, missing the phone by mere inches, and wrapped herself around him. He could smell the sweet scent of her perfume, Love’s Baby Soft, and it made his cock ache even more. Hungrily he started nibbling on her neck

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” He whispered in her ear.

“Since the day you first saw me, perhaps? I know that’s when it started for me.”

He picked her up and sat her on his desk. He could feel the dampness between her thighs, and see her hard nipples through the vinyl. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath the dress. She reached over and unzipped his trousers and fished his cock out of his boxers. Melinda grinned when she saw how thick his 7″ cock was, and wrapped her hand around it, slowly stroking him. He groaned in pleasure. His fingers tweaked her nipples through the dress, and a small puddle formed on his desk.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

“Miles, are you in there?” The voice called. It was Ted Richards, the school dean.

“Shit!” Miles thought, the office was a mess, and here he was with his pants down, with a student.

“Get under the desk.” He whispered.

Melinda ducked under the desk; Miles zipped up his pants and crossed the room to answer the door.

“Ted! What brings you by?” Miles asked nervously, hoping Ted wouldn’t come in.

“Well, Barbara Kinsley has gotten ill and can’t make her 6 o’clock class tonight, could you cover for her? You’re the only one free on the schedule.”

“Sure, not a problem at all. I just hope that it’s nothing serious.”

“It shouldn’t be, she ate the meatloaf from the cafeteria is all.”

“She should have known better, road kill is better than that stuff.”

“True. Say, is there someone in there with you?” Ted asked, peering over his shoulder.

“Hmm? No, no, of course not, why do you ask?” Miles was beginning to worry that Ted knew what was going on.

“Well, that trench coat on your chair there, it’s too large to be yours. I thought it might be someone else’s.”

“It, umm.., it is. One of my students left it behind in class this morning. I thought I should hold on to it for them.” He said with a nervous chuckle.

“Right. Makes sense. Well, thank you.” Ted said, and turned to walk down the hallway.

Melinda promptly peered up from her hiding spot.

“Is it safe?” she whispered.

Miles closed the door and came back over to his desk. Melinda got out of from under the desk.

“Yes, but I don’t know for how long. Perhaps we should do this somewhere eskort else?”

“I suppose you’re right, it’s too bad too. I want you so badly.”

“We’ve waited this long, what’s a little while longer?”

“I wouldn’t want you to lose your job. Could I swing by your place tonight?”

“No, I live just off campus, we’d get caught. How about Saturday? There’s a nice little hotel on the outskirts of the next town over that no one ever goes to besides travelers.”

“I think I know of it. The Countryside Inn?”

“That’s the one. Here’s my number, call me and we’ll iron out the details later.” He handed her his business card.

“Alright, but on one condition.” She told him as she shoved him into his chair, and unzipped his pants.

“No, we sho…” he moaned as she took his cock into her mouth and proceeded to give him the best blowjob of his life.

Saturday couldn’t arrive fast enough for Miles. He agreed to meet Melinda in room 206 at The Countryside Inn. He chose a room that was towards the back of the hotel, so no one could see what was going on from the street. Little chance as there was of someone happening by from the college, he still didn’t want to take any chances. He arrived at the room at 12:42 pm, set up the room, put condoms in the drawer next to the bed and his coat on the coat hook, along with drinks in the mini-fridge. He waited anxiously for 2 pm, the time she said she would come. Finally, at 1:57 pm there was a knock at the door. Miles opened it, and there stood Melinda. She was wearing her trench coat again, and carrying a small black duffle bag.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with right now.” She told him as she untied her coat and let it fall to the floor. Miles was the happiest man on earth to find that she was completely naked under the coat. She sat the bag with her clothes in it, on the chair Miles had vacated upon her entering the room.

“You sure don’t waste anytime.” He stammered, “And here I am, overdressed.”

“We can fix that.” She told him as she shoved him toward the king sized bed and ripped off his clothes.

Soon they were all over each other. He nibbled on her neck while she ran her fingers down his back. They kissed passionately; they could feel electric sparks running under their skin. She ran her nails down his back, and goose bumps popped up all over his body. He hungrily sucked on her nipples and rubbed her pussy. They fell into a clumsy 69 and loved every moment of it. He seemed to lick her pussy just right, and made her cum within 2 minutes. She sucked his cock so well; he was straining not to cum when he got up off of her.

“Please fuck me!” she begged, “My pussy is aching for your cock!”

” I don’t know about that..” he said as he kneeled between her open legs, with a playful gleam in his eyes.

“PLEASE!!!”

He began rubbing the head of his cock up and down her moist, puffy pussy lips. He would start to enter her, and pull back just as she reached forward. She was getting more and more hot every time he did this, there was a puddle forming on the bed from her sopping wet pussy. Finally, when he thought that he had tortured her enough, he rammed his cock into her pussy.

“YES!!!” she screamed, not caring who heard, “FUCK ME!!!”

Miles was in heaven, feeling his cock buried deep inside her hot pussy, feeling the ripples come over his cock as she came on him. He suddenly remembered escort sultangazi the condoms, but dismissed that thought, this felt too good. He tried hard not to cum, he wanted this to last as long as possible. He flipped her over onto her knees and began fucking her from behind, his balls were slapping against her clit, making her cum even more.

“Slap my ass!”

He did, and did it hard. The instant his hand hit her ass cheek, she clamped down on him tighter than before. He couldn’t take it anymore, and shot his hot load deep inside her eager pussy. He pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed, winded. Melinda collapsed next to him, as he passed out.

Miles woke up, to an empty room. He glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, and saw that it was 8:13 pm; he had been asleep for around 4 hours. He got out of bed, looked around the room and found a note on the dresser from Melinda.

“Miles,

Thank you for the wonderful afternoon. I’m sorry to leave you in such a rush like that, but I had to get to work by 5. I hope you understand.

-Melinda”

Miles was a little let down, but didn’t fret about it too much. He decided to take a shower and go home.

Things went on as normal in class after that. He and Melinda exchanged glances now and then, but she showed no sign of having ever done anything with him. This put Miles off a bit, but he figured it was for the best. Then, one day, about 3 weeks after their encounter, Melinda wasn’t in class. Miles was slightly concerned, since she never missed class, but figured she had the flu that had been going around. That day grew into weeks, finally Miles asked Ted if he knew what was going on. Ted informed him that Melinda Jones had left the college. Miles was baffled by this revelation, until he received a letter in early January from Melinda.

“Dear Miles,

I don’t know how to tell you this, but I will just come out and say it. I am pregnant. Neither one of us used protection that afternoon, and as a result I got pregnant. I thought it would be best if I left the school since I wasn’t dating anyone, and I didn’t want you to lose your job. I couldn’t run the risk of someone finding out what had happened. I don’t want this to be the end of our relationship. Please call me at your earliest convenience. 123-555-8759

-Melinda”

Miles came in his pants at the thought of Melinda being pregnant, and at the thought of her breasts dripping with milk. He immediately called Melinda after reading the letter. They talked for two hours, and they agreed that he would resign from the school, and move in with Melinda out west on June 14th, and go to work for a college out there. Melinda knew of one near her that was looking for a new English professor for the following school year. Hopefully, as time went on, they would marry. Everything that had transpired at this college wouldn’t be known there, and Miles wouldn’t be dating a student. She told him that she was finishing off her degree out there, and should graduate in May. She figured it would be better to finish out there, than where she was before. She truly didn’t want to cause Miles his job, little did he know, Melinda didn’t try to avoid getting pregnant. She had hoped this would happen, because she had fallen in love with Miles, even in the short time they had together. In time, she had planned on telling him, but not just then.

Ted took the news of Miles’ resignation with shock, but Miles played it off well. He told him that he was given an offer he couldn’t refuse. It certainly wasn’t a lie. Every night Miles dreamed of his beautiful pregnant girlfriend waiting for him out West. He couldn’t wait to taste her sweet pussy again, and to taste the milk dripping from her tits. He counted down the days until June 14th.

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continued from “More than Just Hoops, Part 1”

7:00 PM, April 9, 2003

I could barely stand, as I looked at my lovely Lily, her lips still coated with my cum, and her cheeks bright with excitement. We had just a few minutes until we were supposed to leave for the basketball game that started at 7:30. It was my birthday celebration, and much as I’d been looking forward to taking Lily to the game, all that was on my mind right now was “taking Lily.”

Without hesitation, Lily grabbed the bag she’d left by the door and sashayed her pretty ass toward the stairs, leaving me standing naked and numb.

“Get dressed, Jack!” she commanded “We’re going to be late!”

I hurriedly put my clothes back on, finding a new pair of boxers that fortuitously had been sitting in a basket in the corner. I waited in anticipation for my lover, who showed up in a matter of moments. In awe of how women could take either hours or minutes to make themselves look perfect, I examined Lily as she walked down the stairs. She had never taken off the leather Keds and flirty tennis socks she’d had on the entire time we’d been fucking in the living room, and had managed to put on an outfit I could best describe as a “mature Catholic school girl uniform.”

Lily was wearing a white cotton shirt that was just a little snug around her ample breasts, pulling at the buttons in that erotic way that women have of dressing. I could see the outlines of a lacy push-up bra that provided wonderful cleavage that I could see clearly at the neck of the shirt, which she’d unbuttoned just a little too much to be “conservative.” She wore a wrap-around plaid skirt that came an inch or two above her knees, with a big gold pin that had been so popular when we’d been in high school and college at the best preppie high schools. What I could tell, however, was that this pin was more than just ornamental – it was obvious that if it was unpinned, that it was dropping quickly to the floor. With a quick flash, she showed me the matching panties… white, nearly transparent, high cut and very sexy… and already a little wet.

“Hurry up,” Lily said, as she grabbed my hand. “You don’t want to make us late, do you?”

There was no way I was going to disappoint Lily after her first “birthday present,” so I hurriedly followed her out the back door to my waiting SUV. Five minutes down the road, Lily realized that she’d forgotten to bring a jacket to wear. I was almost embarrassed to admit that I had noticed, but seeing her cold-hardened nipples poking through her shirt, I was not one to suggest covering it up. Being a gentleman, however, I took off my coat at the next light and let her wear it. It felt like high school, letting my girlfriend wear my letter jacket.

We arrived at the Palace of Auburn Hills moments before tip-off. Before going through the turnstiles, I steered Lily into the Locker Room store to get her a jacket. I picked out a nice leather jacket with the Pistons logo that snapped up the front. Lily protested but I bought it for her without hesitation. One of the beauties of Lily is that she doesn’t want or expect anything – exactly the kind of woman that makes me want to give her the world.

We settled into our mid-court seats right after the player introductions. The game started with the Pistons seemingly handling the Bulls without much effort, despite our team being without Ben Wallace, the defensive player of the year. Lily and I were playful, teasing each other unmercifully, whispering explicit promises into each other’s ears and finding ways to quickly fondle each other whenever no one was looking. The couple sitting behind us even got into the act, catching me at one point with Lily’s breast firmly in my hand.

“Get a room,” our new female friend Sandy teased, as her husband Tom smiled and winked at me.

He leaned over to Lily and whispered to her “Get Sandy to let me do that and I’ll buy your beers for the rest of the night.”

Lily got completely in the act, and motioned her new friend out of her seat for a second. They escort cengelköy huddled in the stairway giggling as the two of us guys looked at each other. As they came back to their seats, both obviously flushed, I watched Sandy whisper in Tom’s ear and saw his eyes go wide open. I looked at Lily questioningly and she said to me in a low voice.

“We’ve been challenged. If we make at least four outrageous bets, and carry them out, Tom gets to do Sandy in her butt tonight.”

“You’re kidding!” I responded.

“Nope,” Lily smiled, “but they have to be outrageous bets, and they get to make sure we complete them.”

“Okay,” I agreed, “here’s bet number 1. If the Pistons lead by 10 at the end of the first quarter, you have to take off your bra.”

“Done”

1st Quarter, 30 seconds remaining.

I leered over at Lily, who blushed a little, knowing she was about to lose her bet. The Pistons were up by 12, with the ball. Without waiting, Lily stood up, grabbed her friend by the hand, and walked down the stairs. Her husband looked down at me and told me that we were drinking free the rest of the night, as his wife had let her sneak in a quick tittie-squeeze during the first time out. Moments later, as the quarter was ending, Lily came back up the stairs, her breasts bouncing and straining against the thin fabric of her shirt. She was bright red and blushing from embarrassment, but at the same time was obviously excited, at least as far as her nipples indicated.

2nd Quarter, 11 minutes left, Pistons up 31-29.

Both of us were very much into the game, which had tightened up considerably. The Bulls looked as if they were going to make a game of it, with an 8-0 run that had brought them within 2. The Pistons had the ball, and as they set up for a shot, Lily quickly looked up at Sandy and said:

“Jon Barry makes a triple here and Jack takes off his boxers.”

I looked back at Lily and said “done,” just as Barry took… and made… the shot… but inside the three-point line. We both looked at Tom for a ruling.

“Neither one of you wins, but neither loses.” Tom and Sandy huddled a moment and announced their decision.

“Boxers and panties join the bra” was the verdict as Sandy showed me Lily’s bra in the bag that Lily’s jacket had come in. We quickly ran to our respective rest rooms, stuffed the appropriate garments in pockets and came up the stairs, missing only a minute of two of the game. We deposited what we’d taken off in the bag, with Tom whistling in appreciation at the lacy underwear that my little dish had taken off.

I couldn’t think of a time that I’d had more fun, especially since we’d brought some other people into our game in a completely non-threatening way. The thought that I was going to contribute to a new friend de-flowering his wife’s anus was a little thrill in itself in a “male-bonding” sort of way, and I was resolved to do my part.

“Okay,” I said, taking a major risk, “here’s the next bet… if the Pistons lead by 10 at the half, I flash Lily in the stairwell, if they’re up by less than at the half, she flashes me.”

Lily looked at me and winked “done.”

2nd Quarter, 10 seconds left. Pistons 53, Bulls 47.

“Uh oh,” Lily said. “I’m in trouble.”

“Do it quick,” Sandy suggested. “Right now before the crowd goes down for half-time.”

We got up quickly, and Tom and Sandy turned in their seats. I moved about six steps down and Lily lifted the front of her skirt, exposing her pussy to me. We went back to our seats and Tom “high-fived” me, with the entire crowd thinking we were cheering for the halftime score.

3rd Quarter, 3:49 remaining. Pistons leading 70-59

Lily took her turn to make the bet. Chauncey Billups had made two straight three-point shots. “If Chauncey misses his next three, Jack takes off his shirt… if he makes it, I take off mine.”

I stared at her in shock, at the same time knowing she had to have something up her sleeve. The Pistons had the ball, eskort bayan but all of a sudden Lily told Sandy she needed to go to the bathroom. She slipped her new jacket on and they disappeared, as Tom and I wondered what was up. Moments later, the next three point shot by Billups went in, and I sat there trying to figure out the plan. About five minutes later, they came back up the stairs, with Lily wearing her new jacket, buttoned most of the way up. Sandy made a ceremony of carefully folding the white shirt that I knew was Lily’s. Lily, for her part, made sure I could see an unsnapped part of her jacket as she leaned forward to pick up her beer that was sitting on the floor below. She pulled my hand into her jacket and I felt her breast filling my hand… and I knew that there was nothing on under the jacket!

One more bet. The game was getting close. In fact, the Pistons had squandered a great lead and Chicago was threatening. Lily looked at me with a sad face certain that we’d come to see an unexpected loss. I was confident the Pistons would win, and decided to make my fourth bet on that. I looked up at Lily, and in a voice loud enough for Tom and Sandy to hear, said “Lily, if the Pistons win, you have to suck me off in the car in the parking lot.”

Sandy laughed and told me that given what she’d seen so far, that was likely to happen anyway, and that she didn’t thing it’d be easy to view that, given the public nature of the situation. Sandy suggested a modification.

“If the Pistons win, Lily has to take off that jacket at least ten feet from the car, and has to suck on Jack for at least ten seconds before they close the door. If the Pistons lose, Jack has to take off his pants at least ten feet from the car.

NOW… I was nervous, and on top of that, the Pistons made us wait, and went into overtime.

Overtime, 2 minutes left, Pistons up by 7.

I leaned over to Lily and whispered in her ear. “One last bet.. for us only… if the Pistons win, you can sit on my face until I make you cum three times.” This was an easy bet for me, as I both expected them to win, and wanted to lose the bet.

Lily smiled at me and said “Okay, however, I sit on your face AFTER you cum inside me.”

I looked at her, stunned. Much as I loved the idea, I didn’t think she’d want to take the risk. Very quietly, she opened her purse, and I saw the tell-tale clamshell of a month of birth-control pills, and I understood.

Final Score: Pistons 111, Bulls 102

“Follow us for the proof,” I said to Tom and Sandy, as I sent a lecherous leer at my lover. Luckily we were parked in the same general area. I pointed out my car, and Tom and Sandy dropped a little behind, knowing that Lily was going to be shy about this, especially since there were other people around. I clicked the locks open, and just as promised, around 10 feet from the car, Lily dropped the jacket off her back. She smiled at me and did a quick pirouette, giving Tom and Sandy a flash of her chest, with nipples hardened from the slightly chilly night. We got behind the door of the car and Lily quickly pulled out my cock and sucked on it for the required 10 seconds. Before anyone else could see what was going on, her jacket was back on, snapped halfway up, and Tom and Sandy had come over to the car. Tom shook my hand and said a quick thanks. Sandy gave Lily a hug and whispered something in her ear. They shared a giggle, and we said our good-byes, looking forward to meeting again as the playoffs started.

We drove home quickly, anticipating what was to come. I excused Lily from the rest of her bet obligation, if she’d take off the rest of her clothes and go the entire road home nude. She quickly agreed and seconds later her remaining clothes were in the bag. To my even greater surprise, she boldly walked across my lawn and up the stairs of the deck to the back door, completely naked. I was amazed but somehow not surprised, as I realized once again how lucky I was to have such an incredible lover.

Pausing only to lock escort hadımköy the door behind us, we went straight up to my bed. This time, despite the hunger and the excitement, we took things slowly. We kissed for what seemed like forever, with our hands exploring our bodies. With an easy flow that was based more on mutual desire to please than our experience together, we slid into a 69 as Lily took me deep into her mouth, and I bathed her pussy, alternating licking and sucking her pretty little clit, to poking my tongue into her tasty pussy. From time to time I let my tongue drift to her asshole, flicking it and teasing it with the tip of my tongue, savoring her little gasps of surprise at the unfamiliar sensation, sensing her approval as her sucking increased and her lips tightened around my cock. Lily returned the favor, pushing her finger into me as she sucked, knowing that I enjoyed the sensation as well.

Building up to the inevitable, I slid on top of her and entered my woman, lovingly taking her, slowly moving inside her to ensure that she came as often as possible. As usual, my second erection of the evening lasted much longer, and we both lost track of the time, as well as the various positions we were in. I rode her on her hands and knees, bent her back with her legs over my shoulders, had her ride me both facing me and facing away, and stood at the side the bed as she lay on her side. Moving back on top, I realized that I was about to cum inside Lily for the first time in years, and I could feel my cock swell larger from the emotion of it. Lily looked at me with her eyes wide as she felt the same thing. She looked at me and knew as well what was about to happen. Seconds later I came for what seemed like hours, filling her with my hot cum. Lily smiled at me as if I’d given her the birthday present, and an incredible outpouring of love filled me as I let my body fall onto hers, gently kissing her neck and sucking her earlobe.

Lily gave me a naughty little glance and said “pay up.”

I smiled and answered “gladly” as we rolled over and she got on top and moved her body against mine. I adjusted the pillows under my head as Lily positioned herself with her knees aside my head, and slowly lowered her steaming cum-filled pussy to my mouth. I stuck my tongue out to tease her clit and she pressed down against me, her hands moving up to caress her breasts and tease her own nipples. I licked and sucked on her, savoring her taste, and my own cum that periodically dripped into my open mouth. I watched Lily as her eyes glazed over and she kept one hand on her breast and the other reached down to rub her clit, and stick her finger into her own pussy to get cum to suck on. The image was so erotic, watching my lover please herself as I was pleasing her. I counted as best I could how often she came, to make sure I met my obligation. After the third time I felt her shudder against my mouth, I reached up behind her and slid two fingers into her pussy while my tongue worked her clit. I pulled one finger out, and let it drift back and slide into her ass. Lily rocked back on my hand as I slowly fucked her pussy and ass with my fingers while licking her clit and making sure I’d taken care of every drop of cum, both mine and hers.

A few minutes later I felt Lily cum…. number four. Honestly, I could have stayed that way for number five, six, or seven, but I knew it was late, and so did Lily. She very slowly lifted herself off my mouth and rolled over next to me. As Lily snuggled in next to me we started kissing again. We were kissing as if we’d never kissed before and were just discovering the concept. It was exactly the same as the last time we’d been together… kissing hungrily and gently… kissing for the sheer pleasure of it.

It was after midnight and I knew the inevitable was coming. “Baby… when do you have to leave?” I asked, afraid that she’d answer “right now.”

Almost dreamily, Lily fitted herself to me, laying on her side with her head on my shoulder, one hand resting on my chest, and one leg crossed over mine. I felt her breath on me, and felt her heartbeat against my body. I felt the warmth of love and the comfort of someone who knew exactly where she wanted to be.

Lily murmured sleepily, turning her head up to look at me. “Not going back to the house tonight, darling, I’m spending the night at home with you.”

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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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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 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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Copyright © 2010 by licapeba. All rights reserved.

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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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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