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Yılbaşından birkaç hafta önceydi ve amca kızlarıyla hala kızlarını 4 kızı benim eve topladım.
İçkilere de biraz azdırıcı kattım.
Amacım izledim o disko toplu sikişlerindeki gibi bir sikişi aile içi sikişe uyarlamaktı.
Aslında kuzen Ahmet’i de çağırdım ama işim var diye gelmeyince 4 hatun da bana kaldı.
Bunları iyice azdırıp meyve sularına içkilerine azdırıcı katınca evde bir porno furyası esmeye başladı.
Her biri güzeldi Ayşegül, Esra, Fatmagül ve Sinem bunların her biri adeta manken gibiydi ve hangisini sikeceğimi şaşırmış bir halde benim yarağı çıkartarak bunlara bakarak 31 çekmeye başladım.
Bir yandan evde müzik son ses o anları yaşıyor bir yandan ben içkimi yudumluyor onlarda içinde azdırıcı olan içkilerini yudumlamaya devam ediyorlardı kafaları hafif sarhoştu ama benimle sikişecek kadar ayakta durabiliyorlardı.
Adeta porno filmlerindeki gibi ben amca ve hala kızlarını ayakta çıplak hale getirmeye onları soymaya başladım.
Devasa yarağımı bunların o çıplak vücutlarına dokunduruyor ve benim iri yarağı elleterek daha da iştaha getirmeye devam ediyordum.
Dev yarağımın keyfini almak için sağ baştan başladım.
Önce Sinem’e yarağı biraz yalatıp devasa yarağı Sinem’in deliğine sokarak zevk vermeyi sürdürdüm.
Aile içi seksi sikişi çok sevdiğimden o anlarda aldığım keyif ve zevkleri tarif etmem bile mümkün değildi.
Dev boyutlu bu kocaman yarağı bir süre daha amca ve hala kızlarına sokarak iyice benim yarağa aşına ettim onları.
Artık sırayla sikiyor birinden bıkınca diğerini altıma alıyordum.
Altımda olmayanları ise ayakta çıplak halde oynatmaya dans etmelerini sağlamaya devam ediyordum.
Daha sonra bunların 4 ünü de ayağa kaldırıp sırayla dans etmeyeni sikmeye başladım.
Ben soktukça diğer üçü bacaklarımdan her yerime kadar beni iyice yalamaya devam ediyorlardı.
Bir ara lezbiyen gibi bir birini de yalamaya devam eden amca kızları daha sonra hala kızlarına katıldı ve sırayla altıma yatmaya devam ettiler.
Bizim yatak odasındaki o kocaman yatağın üzerine çıktık en son olarak ve ben kazulet gibi yarağı dileri üzerine yatak üzerinde çöktürdüm seksi şeyleri sırayla sikmeye devam ettim ve boşaldım.
O gün benim hayatımın en süper sikiş günü olmuştu doğrusu.

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Merhabalar, 3 senelik evlilik ve öncesinde de 2 sene seksle geçen nişanlılık, erkek arkadaş & kız arkadaş döneminden sonra gerçekten de sıkılmaya başladım, boşanmak istedim.
28 yaşındayım, zaten çalışan taraf (ben öğretmen olsam da) eşim ve gerçekten de başarılı bir iş adamı, maddi durumu çok iyi ama artık eve kapanmak için mi ben geldim Dünya’ya diye düşünmeye başladım.
O zaman kocamla da insan gibi konuştum.
Çok anlayışlı bir sene süre istedi benden kendisini, ataköy escort beni yani bizi iyi hissettirecekmiş, ona göre umudum yoktu ama başardı.
İlk 3, 4 ay hiçbir şey olmadı devam etti.
Sonra bir gün yanıma geldi, esas sorunu sordu ben de açık konuşmak istedim, açık konuşamadığım için boşanma kararı almıştım zaten ve seks dedim.
O zaman ne yapabiliriz dedi, yenilik dedim.
Ben de kocamın başka kadınlarla olmasını istemezdim, kıskanç da bir kadınım avcılar escort ama ne yapabiliriz derken birilerini bulmak ve grup yapmak seçeneği geldi aklıma, o da onay verdi.
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Kocam zengin, kaliteli, yakışıklı bir insan ve internette birilerini aradık, güvenemedik derken birden alt kat komşumuzun oğlu, Hasan geldi aklıma.
21 yaşında, gerçekten de yakışıklı.
O zaman ben buldum beylikdüzü escort dedim ama nasıl düşüreceğim ki ikna olur mu? Bizle grup yapmaya.
Kocam da bunu düşündü.
Bir gün Hasan’ı eve aldım ve birebir bir kadının erkeği kandırması çok kolaydır, Hasan’la sevişmeye başladım, o zaman kocam geldi (ben mesaj attım).
İçeri girdiği zaman ciddi anlamda da Hasan korktu ama kocam da sevişmeye başladığı zaman kaliteli bir şey yaşayacağının sinyalini verdi Hasan, bana sarıldı, sevişmeye 3lü halde de başladık.
3, 4 aydır Hasan, ben ve kocam mükemmel biçimde de eğleniyoruz ama Hasan’ın 1 sene evlenmesi gerekiyor ve bizim de durmaya niyetimiz yok, artık daha cesuruz, varsa buradan 20li yaşlarının başında, genç, yakışıklı erkekler tanışmak isteriz, 4lü olabiliriz.

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The lights are dim in my room as I lie comfortably on the bed and read a book. Gavin sits at my computer, searching something up online. I sneak a peek at him and he catches my eye and winks at me. Making sure I’m watching, he flicks his tongue at me, using the same movements as he would when he eats me out. I bite my lips as Gavin turns back to the computer screen with a smile. I get off the bed, my book forgotten, and move towards him. Gavin gives me a questioning look that turns into a grin as I slowly take my tights off.

He runs his hand down my lower back and cups my butt with both of his hands. I groan and move his hands higher towards my breasts. He squeezes them gently and starts to take off my shirt. With a quick movement of his hand, my bra slides onto the floor as well.

“I should really be looking this book up…” he murmurs, burying his face into my neck.

I smile. “Then go ahead.”

I turn his head so he faces the computer again and I begin to slide down his pants. Gavin moans my name.

“Pay attention to the website,” I say in a teasing way. Gavin groans but plays along, knowing that I won’t continue until he does.

I slowly slide down his underwear and trail kisses from his stomach to his dick. kilis escort His breaths come out a bit shorter and I lick the area around his dick. I trail long licks along the side and short licks near his perineum. He sighs contently and I move my tongue to the tip of his dick. I swirl my tongue around the tip slowly, tasting his precum. His body jerks a little as I surprise him by quickly taking his whole dick into my mouth. I give him one hard suck, swallowing all of the precum there.

“I want more of that,” I whisper.

Without hearing Gavin’s response, I begin taking his dick into my mouth again. I take it so far in that I can feel it hit the back of my throat. His precum coats the sides of my mouth, the taste of it lingering on my tongue.

All too soon, I stop and stand up. Gavin frowns and I smile brightly at him. I slip my thong off quickly and climb on top of him. I force Gavin to look at the computer screen again and I slide him into me.

Gavin moans as he feels how wet I am for him. I let my pussy juices spread all around his dick, sliding him in and out of me. As my thrusts increase in speed, I start to pant. I press my lips against the base of his neck, sucking slowly on the skin. I feel the vibrations kırklareli escort from his throat as Gavin lets out another groan. He cups one of my butt cheeks, rubs it slowly and then spanks me. I moan and bounce quicker up and down on him.

Gavin pulls me against him, stopping me from thrusting. He lifts me up as he stands and I wrap my legs and arms around him.

“You’ve made me lose my train of thought,” he whispers as he lays me down slowly on the bed.

“What do you mean?” I ask, innocently.

Before answering, Gavin plunges his dick into my vagina and pounds me like crazy. I call out his name and throw back my head. Gavin gives me a kiss on my neck.

“I can’t concentrate with you fucking me and panting at the same time,” he grumbles.

I laugh and this just causes him to fuck me hard again. I press my fingernails into his back as I lose control of myself for a minute. Gavin looks down at me with a hungry look on his face. I pull him back down onto me and capture his lips with mine. We kiss passionately, both of us holding onto each other tightly. I tug on his hair and moan as I feel myself getting even wetter for him.

Gavin ends the kiss and starts fucking me again. His dick karabük escort thrusts all the way into my vagina, filling me. I gasp Gavin’s name as he hits my G spot over and over again. I spread my legs wider, welcoming more of him in. He swears under his breath as his thrusts start getting more frantic.

“I fucking want you so badly,” I moan, which causes Gavin to moan with me in return.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out,” Gavin says in response.

I call out Gavin’s name again as he pounds hard into me. I feel my climax build up as I try to hold it back in order to have an orgasm at the same time as him. I stare up at Gavin as I continue panting hard. He grits his teeth and his thrusts get crazier.

His dick slides in and out easily as my wetness continuously lubricates it. He changes up his thrusts so he’s mainly hitting the top part of his dick.

I close my eyes as I feel myself lose control. I am so ready to explode around Gavin. Just as I’m about to let my climax take control of me, I feel Gavin get close to reaching his. A pressure builds up inside my vagina and Gavin and I both scream out each other’s name as we both reach our climaxes. I completely shatter, letting my wetness explode all around Gavin’s dick.

“Fuck, Hera,” Gavin groans, collapsing on top of me, trying to catch his breath. I feel his heart beating quickly against my chest.

“Totally beats researching about that book, right?” I ask, smiling.

Gavin laughs and gives me another passionate kiss.

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The Mage had not been seen since that night in the maze. The Emperor was in a foul mood. She neither attended meals, nor responded to his messages. She simply remained in her rooms, silent and guarded. He could hardly think of anything else; she apparently had other things on her mind. This ate him away.

He sat in the Great Hall, pushing his food around, a maid on his lap trying to entice him to eat. Finally growing thoroughly disgusted, he shoved her to the floor and left through the back exit, to the hall that eventually connected to his rooms. He heard the deafening silence as he stormed from the Hall, but he hardly cared. Some form of enchantment was upon him and he wanted an explanation.

As he turned the corner and entered the next corridor, he heard the music pick up a merry tune as a familiar voice called for a dance. He stopped. He thought about returning and confronting her there, but then thought better of it and made his way instead to a hidden view port above the dining area. As he suspected the Mage had decided to grace them with her presence; and what a presence she made. She wore a stunning gown; her hair was plated and covered with glittering, beaded netting. She danced and whirled around the room, performing a grand portrayal of a ritual hunt. It was a dance most commonly performed by younger girls just reaching the age of courting, an announcement of their status. It was her favorite as a youth. She exaggerated the moves and gestures in a merry mockery of the routine; she had the entire hall laughing…and lusting. Such was the power of his Mage, when the mood was upon her. His father had chosen her well; he saw her power early on and nurtured her, no, pampered her from the beginning. He resented that as a boy, but now he saw the wisdom of it.

The Emperor found himself smiling and tapping along to the tune, in spite of himself. He wound back through the corridors to the hall and entered as he had exited. No one noticed. He returned to his seat and lifted the maid back into his lap, nibbling an apology into her neck and ear. She cooed and giggled, but was obviously more intrigued by the dance. The Mage finished to a hearty round of applause and bowed, laughing merrily, dodging the many groping hands and arms of his men, as she made her way to her customary chair, a few down to his left. He swung the maid over to his left knee and busied himself as she approached. She took her place and served herself a meal as if she hadn’t eaten in days. Men surrounded her, teasing and flirting; even his guard was sitting next to her, bidding them let her have her sup. The Emperor was growing restless and jealous.

The Mage thoroughly enjoyed herself, allowing all the attention they would lavish upon her. She was a beautiful woman, of that there was no doubt, but normally she was quiet and unadorned; her training and responsibility had quelled much of the fire she held as a youth. Tonight she was as her former self; coquettish and impish, but with a more mature, vixen quality that held much more power than the young girl she once had been. She never even so much as looked in the Emperor’s direction. He grew more furious with each passing hour. Finally, she begged their forgiveness and excused herself, offering an early training session with her initiates as her excuse. She exited with subtle drama as she glided through the hall to the main archway and turned the corner, swishing skirts trailing behind. The Emperor longed to flee at that moment too, but he dare not be seen leaving at the same time. He waited until the attention of his court was occupied with music and wine and quietly slipped out the back exit.

He slipped through a door not many entered or exited, to a hall that led to another set of doors that put him in the hall she must pass through on the way to her chambers. He heard her light footsteps approaching and opened the doors just as she was passing on the other side of the hall. She, of course, knew of the passage he used and fully expected him, as well she should. She turned her head in his direction, raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. “M’Lord,” was all she said as she continued on her way.

He fell in line. “Where do you hurry to, Mage,” he asked.

“My chambers, Lord,” she replied casually.

“May I join you? I haven’t seen your chambers since you returned from your training.”

“Do you think that’s wise Lord?”

“Assuming, you continue to flirt and tease every man and woman in my court as you did tonight and reserve only your most haughty self for my attentions, no one will suspect a thing.” He meant to sound flippant and humorous, but his true feelings showed nonetheless.

She turned her head, raising her brow again, fury flashing through her eyes, but she never broke stride. Now facing front, she hiked up her skirts and sprinted down the hall, laughing that irresistible, impish laugh, he so fondly remembered ringing through the castle in his youth. He dashed after her, but she was quick and soon out of sight. tokat escort He pursued her to her chambers and closed the door behind him; she was nowhere to be seen, but a tapestry rustled against the wall. This was the entrance to her lair. He had it made for her, but had not asked her for what purpose, nor did he really care…until now. He slipped behind the tapestry, through the open door and down a slippery flight of stone stairs. The cats announced his arrival with mighty growls and roars and eerie high-pitched calls. He proceeded cautiously; least she had released them as a joke. He snuck round a corner to an open room, but he focused solely on the cage, or rather cell, at the opposite end. The door was open and there was a rustling in the dark, back corner. He sprinted for the cell and heard the door slam just as his two feet crossed the threshold. He spun around to see her smirking, brow raised, arms folded across her chest.

“My turn now,” she purred.

He slammed himself against the bars and rattled the door. The cats went wild, growling and roaring their own show of strength. She laughed at the cacophony.

“Mage, let me out of here,” he warned.

“I have other things in mind, Lord,” she said casually.

A thin smile spread across his lips. “Ok. I’m game. What do you want?”

She cocked her head for a moment and looked down, as of considering something. “See those cuffs on the side bars? Slip into them and we’ll go from there.”

He looked over to his left and saw a set of fleece-lined leather cuffs, clamped to the bars, about 7.5 feet off the ground.

“Oh, and remove your shirt first,” she added.

He casually removed his shirt as she watched, maintaining eye contact as he slowly moved toward the cuffs, raised his arms over his head and slipped his wrists through.

“Tighten one yourself and slip your wrist through the other.” He complied. She moved closer and reached up to cinch down the other cuff, but he quickly released himself and grabbed for her through the bars. He held her close, but somehow, she held a dagger at his throat and he laughed merrily as he let her go and returned to his former position, allowing her to secure the cuffs.

She stepped back, a look of displeasure on her face. “That was not wise my Lord. This can be easy or it can be difficult. The choice is yours. At the moment, I see you’ve chosen difficult. We’ll see how you feel in a little while.” She turned and left with a rustle of her skirts. He stood alone, bare-chested and cuffed to the cell, facing a row of large, wild cats that paced and growled their distain for his intrusion.

After a short time, she returned. She had removed her gown and was wearing a long, linen chemise. Her nipples were erect from the damp, chill air of the lair and as she passed through the candlelight, the thin fabric revealed shapely curves. She was barefoot, long hair rippling down her back. He drank her in and his desire showed. She wondered over to the cats first, petting and purring at them through the bars; they responded with the same affection. Then she came to stand before him.

“Nice of you to remember me,” he spat. She looked down in disappointment, shook her head and left quietly.

He was infuriated. He rattled the bars of his cell, and used all his might to break the clamps that held the cuffs. He liked games but this was too much. The cats went berserk. He was sick of their watchful gaze and sick of their presence in general. He roared back at them, which only incited them to riot. A huge row ensued. The cats clawed at one another through their cages and when they found their efforts fruitless, they tore apart their cells with great fury. All but the Jaguar; that one sat back calmly, a cat’s smirk on its face, not unlike the one the Mage wore as she slammed the door behind him. He calmed down and hung from the cuffs; exhausted and frustrated, he waited.

She returned sometime later, wrapped in a cape of fox skins. He knew that cloak; she made it from the skins her cats brought her from the fields. The fox were like mice to them. She brought him a pot and set in on the floor in front of him as she knelt down and removed his leggings. He was tempted to let loose in her face, but thought better of it; after all she held the keys to his freedom and he so wanted to proceed with whatever was in store. He decided to be good and play along. He relieved himself while she walked over to a table and retrieved a skin of water. She brought it to her cats first, lovingly admonishing them for tearing up their ‘rooms’. Then she approached her Lord. She removed the pot and reached up on her toes to give him a drink. He opened his mouth silently and watched her closely. She never met his eyes and remained impartial as she picked up the pot on her way out. She had left his leggings down around his ankles.

After a time he got cold and hungry and more and more angry. He called for her and hurled insults at her. He tried to break free yozgat escort and set the cats off again and again. Finally, he began to quietly plot her punishment. In the deafening silence, he fell asleep to dreams of his revenge.

A cool, sweet scented breeze, floated across his face. He opened his eyes with a start, ready for a trick or some attack. He was hanging by his wrists, tired, hungry, aching and a bit too vulnerable for his liking. She stood before him in the candlelight, fur cape picking up the flickering firelight. The color was stunning on her and he could see she was scantily clad beneath, as her skin picked up the red and orange light, glowing with a heat of its own. She swung the cape off her shoulders and with an expert snap, laid it on the stone floor in front of him. She stood before him, in a thin, gauze shirt that barely covered her breasts. Her panties were the same gauze, high cut and barely covering her sweet snatch. The cats growled playfully and she quickly turned to silence them, revealing a shapely bare ass, firm round cheeks, smooth skin glowing in the dim light.

He watched her, bound and transfixed. He hadn’t gotten a good look at her the other night in the maze, it all happened so fast and furiously. She was truly beautiful, not like the serving girls, or the overly powdered and coiffed ladies of his court. Hers was a natural grace and genuine passion that poured from her very being and infected all who stood within range; the kind that only took one look to reduce a man to a fumbling schoolboy and he was well within range.

She felt his eyes on her and the growing heat emanating from his body. She turned around to face him and coyly posed a question. “Have you ever tamed a wild beast, Lord?”

His mouth was dry as sand; he barely croaked his answer. “What?”

She walked lightly towards him and repeated her query. “Have you ever tamed a wild beast? I have, you see, many times. There’s a method I’ve developed that works very well.” She moved closer, as she slowly removed her shirt. “First you have to show vulnerability.” Her shirt was off and her nipples were erect in the cold air. She cupped her breasts with her hands and pinched her nipples hard between her thumb and forefinger, as she let her head fall back, taking in a quick sharp breath. He moved forward but met only the bars.

She looked him in the face, her eyes clouded in a haze. “Then you have to tempt them with something you know they can’t refuse.” Her voice was different, deeper and huskier. Her hands moved slowly down her stomach, over her panties and rested on her hot crotch. She rubbed her clit slowly and tenderly, swaying her hips and rolling her head to a slow rhythm, rising from deep within. When she removed her hand and brought it to his face to mark her scent, he saw her panties were soaked through.

“Once they take the bait,” she continued, “you have to trap them quickly. It’s cruel, but necessary.” She sunk down onto the fur cape, directly in front of him and sprawled out, feet up against the bars of the cage. The sensual feeling of the fur against her skin set her off and she writhed and squirmed, hands roving her body and breasts and wet crotch. She pulled her panties to one side and raised her knees and hips as she ran her fingers through her slit. He caught a whiff of her musky scent and swelled to full erection; the four bars just in front of him were just wide enough apart to let it poke through, but not his balls. Well calculated, he thought.

She sat up and continued, “Once they resign themselves to their captivity, you must reward them generously.” She held her wet hand to the bars in front of his face and he strained to lick the sweet juices; but he was only meant to smell. She reached down between her legs for another swipe and brought it back to his face. He breathed deeply of her scent and moaned with desire. She stood before him and ran her hands up and down her shapely torso; now grabbing at her breasts, now pinching her nipples, now turning to show him her sweet, sweet ass, running her hands over her smooth cheeks and pulling them apart ever so slightly to reveal her swollen lips below. He bucked and rocked his hips against the bars, hoping to touch her, even briefly; she was so close. But she maintained her distance and danced a maddening snake dance for him in the candlelight.

She slinked over to where she had dropped her shirt and bent, straight legged, to pick it up. She turned to face him and tied the shirt around her face, covering her eyes. She walked across the cape to his cell in perfectly measured steps; she had done this more than once. She stopped just before reaching the bars and stretched her arms to pull the length of her body against the bars and against his protruding erection. Holding the bars far above her head, she rippled up and down, lightly brushing against him wherever he could get up close. The cuffs stood out a bit from the bars and his feet were barely touching the floor, zonguldak escort so in the end, the tip of his swollen head was all that brushed her silky skin. She moaned and sighed lightly and sweetly as she worked up and down the bars and as he looked down upon her glowing tresses, he saw the blindfold and called her given name in a pleading voice that measurably increased her passion. Her breathing quickened, her sighs gave way to deeper moans and a few growls escaped her lips, as she pressed closer to the bars and increased her pace. Suddenly, she leapt up, wrapping her legs around the bars as best she could, cinching up to reach his face and pulling his neck closer for a deep throated, passionate kiss. He leaned in, but it was quite a stretch, his arms straining more than he could bear at this point, but he dared not pull away. Her wet nether-lips were close to his head and she teased him mercilessly as she bobbed up and down, hugging the bars ad kissing him deeply.

She pulled away and slid down, removing her panties as her feet touched the floor. She slid a wrist through each leg hole and twisted them round and round until they bound her wrists together. Dropping to her knees, she brought her bound wrists to his throbbing cock and took him gently in her long slim hands, caressing him with feather-light strokes, up and down his thick shaft. He longed to grab her head and push it down onto his cock, but his hands were bound and he moaned his frustration. She lowered her head in response to his unspoken plea and allowed her lips to brush his head while she continued to stroke him lightly. She moved one hand down through the bars to his balls and fondled them tenderly as she slowly parted her lips to lick the juice oozing from the slit in his head. He writhed and pulled at his cuffs, desperately trying to gain access to her mouth, but she wouldn’t have it. She continued to tease him, bound and blindfolded, until his cock was dripping and his legs were shaking. Then, she stood up and turned around, raising onto her toes and bending forward to offer him a back entrance to her inner folds. She pressed her ass up against the bars and slid her lips over his head, rubbing up and down, but not letting him inside. She wouldn’t let him close enough to push his way in, she just kept teasing and teasing, on an on, until he entire body shook with the tension of denied release. He cried her name over and over, pleading for her to let him enter, but she ignored him. She waited until his frustration and fatigue drove him to a whimpering mess, begging her for release.

Once satisfied with his desperation, she spun round with a fury and dove head first onto his aching cock. She took him deep into her mouth in one fluid motion and wrapped her hands around the bottom of his shaft, pulling and stroking as her mouth sucked deep and hard. He looked down, mouth open and eyes wide, to see her ass rocking and swaying in perfect sync with the movements of her hands and mouth. Her tongue was busy licking and flicking up and over his head as she moaned and rocked and sucked and stroked. He was lost in a haze of ecstasy; he had waited so long for release and yet, he dreaded the inevitable ending to this bliss. She increased her pace and suction as muffled moans came from her mouth. He began to groan and buck; she held the tension and let him do his best. He thrust at her mouth again and again, finally reaching his limit, shooting hot streams of cum down her throat, over and over. She neither flinched nor gagged nor lost a beat.

She sucked and sucked, taking every last drop, lessening the pressure as he began to recede. She rolled his softening flesh around her mouth with her tongue and popped it in and out with her lips. She sucked and teased, kissing and licking then taking him in again and again in a sweet rhythm that drove him mad. Her hands were through the bars, caressing his balls, stroking and pulling, slapping lightly, then harder. She kept it up until he was limp in her mouth, then, pulling off gently, she blew cool air through her lips to dry him sweetly.

She rose from her crouch and walked around the cell to the door. She opened the door and entered to where his body hung from his wrists, exhausted and spent. She eased herself between him and the bars and reached up to unlock the cuffs. He fell down around her neck and shoulders as she freed him. She supported him with her body as they slowly walked from the cell to a fine mattress covered with velvet and piled high with pillows of all shapes and sizes. She laid him on the pillows and he sunk in deeply, grateful for the comfort. She walked to a table and retrieved a jar, a skin of water and a bowl with steam rising forth. She returned to the bed, laid the items on a table nearby and lit some soothing incense. The Emperor began to relax and gave a heavy sigh. The Mage joined him on the bed.

“You were beautiful my Lord,” she purred, “hanging helplessly by your wrists.” She dipped a hand into the jar and rubbed a soothing salve into his aching shoulders and arms and wrists and hands. His circulation began to return and she moved down to his chest and sides. She lovingly massaged his pains away with her miraculous cream and he felt invigorated…and hungry. He moaned deeply as she continued to work his muscles.

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It was a slow day at home, he already left for work hours ago and I was busy working at my desk, it was the early afternoon and I’ve nearly finished most of my deadlines. I take a sip of my coffee as I look at my phone.

I was scrolling through apps when I received a message from him, just asking me how my lunch was. Completely innocent. But I bite my lip as a naughty thought passes my mind. I opened my camera app and slowly lick my lower lip as I take a close up photo. I quickly typed, “It was good, but now I’m hungry for something else…” And I hit send.

I smirked and returned to my work. It didn’t take long for him to reply, I heard the buzz of my phone but I ignored it. I put on my earbuds and continued my work. After waiting fifteen minutes I open my camera again and let one of the sleeve of his large shirt that I’m wearing fall off my shoulder and I took a photo of it, my head to the side angled to present my neck and bare shoulder. I send it to him again without context.

Of course he replied, but I didn’t read it, I felt naughty that I was teasing him, but I was feeling turned on by it. I hope he’s getting turned on too, sitting at his desk, working while receiving naughty pictures from me. Throughout the day I teased him.

I moved to the bathroom where there’s a floor-length mirror across the tub. I sit on the edge of the tub and open my legs, my panties peeking from the raises hem of his shirt, lilac, one of his favorite ones on me. I take a photo as I bite my lip. Then hit send again. This time it didn’t take a while, he immediately replied. I ignored it.

I remove his t-shirt and sat on the floor in front of the mirror, I’m now in just my panties. I bend my legs and open them, one hand touching my left breast and the other one taking the photo. I send it.

I put my fingers in my mouth. Send.

I put the same fingers inside my panties and touch myself as I moan a little. Send.

With a little bit of manoeuvring I bent over the tub and took a photo of my ass, my lace panties showing a wet spot in my almost evident pussy. Send.

I even wore this little sundress that he liked on me and removed my panties. I move up the hem of one side of, baring my right leg and a glimpse of my naked pussy, glistening wetness in my inner thighs, I take a photo. Send.

All of those received multiple ordu escort messages from him, I replied to none.

I wore my panties and his shirt again, loving the way the latter still smells just like him. I didn’t dare play with myself more, I want to be ready for when he comes home from work. I go to the couch and try to distract myself by watching a show, but I find myself touching my thighs, my lips, my neck, and I shudder in need.

Little did I know he was just as hot and bothered as I was, my last photo was the last straw. At the office, he already gathered his belongings and told his secretary to cancel everything for the rest of the afternoon, and he left without a word to any of his coworkers, if he lingered they would’ve notice the massive hard-on he’s sporting in his pants.

Without knowing he was already on his way home, I open his messages and I start a voice message, in a breathy and a needy tone I said, “I’m so wet and needy, Sir. I’m aching for you…” and I send it to him.

While waiting for the green light, annoyed how he hit almost all the red lights, he listened to my message. “Fuck!”, he swore loudly, his cock stiff against his pants, typing quickly a message that sent shivers throughout my body when I read it and turning me on even more.

“I’ll be there in 5 minutes. Get ready to be completely and utterly fucked.”

Without even hearing him I knew he was not happy about me teasing him the whole day. But I felt the thrill run up my spine, he was already on his way home. I thought I had more time, I was equal parts excited and scared, but not in a bad way. I go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, what else could I do?

I was walking back to the living room when I hear the garage door open and I stood looking at the door, fiddling with my phone in my hands nervously, and then the front door open and he was standing there, handsome in his suit, but his expression tells me everything, I wanted to run to him and from him at the same time. You know that feeling when you know you’re in trouble and you feel the need to run or make excuses? I felt in the pit of my stomach.

He didn’t greet me, he regarded me coolly with those stern eyes, traveling down my body, seeing me wear his t-shirt, and he glanced at the phone I was holding, clearly the device used osmaniye escort to torment him the whole day. I opened and closed my mouth, knowing whatever excuse I was going to make won’t get me out of trouble.

“Remove your clothes and bend over the table,” he commanded, his tone final. When he uses the tone I know he won’t repeat it again, he will not be patient, so I immediately follow his command, I feel goosebumps on my skin, my heart thumping in anticipation. I go to the dining table, placing my phone at the other end and removing his shirt and my panties from my body, before bending over in the position he taught me. I waited.

I listen as he moved behind me, hearing him remove his belt. I almost gasped but I held it in, he has never used his belt to punish me before, although I rarely ever needed to be punished. He walks closer, I feel his hand place the belt on the table next to my hip, as if deciding. He touches my skin and I almost arched into it.

“I’ve never used my belt on your skin before,” he said almost gently, I want to tell him not to but I bit my lip and stayed quiet, I trust him. Without a word he stepped back and swatted the leather on my ass. I yelped in surprise more than the pain, but I held my position. My skin stung and that was just the first blow. I breathe shakily as I wait for the next.

And then it hit, harder this time, I shouted, I knew I’ll be wincing each time I sit in the next few days. My fingers curl into my palms as I try and concentrate on holding my position instead of the searing pain on my ass. I feel his hand on my ass, soothing my skin, I wanted to push back, to feel him more, but I stayed. “Did you cum?” he asked in a gruff voice, he’s as affected and aroused as I am, his hand slowly traveling down to my cunt. I shiver and shook my head, “No, Sir. I wanted to wait for you.”

His fingers slowly grazing my pussy lips, “Good girl.” He places the belt on the table, I felt relieved that I won’t receive another. Then I feel him push a finger into my already wet heat. My back arches, “Oh…” I gasp, my feet rising to tiptoes as he starts to finger-fuck me, adding another digit, my body responding to his talented fingers. And then he stops and steps back, I almost whined at the loss.

“Get up on the table,” he commanded, helping me sinop escort get into position, my legs kneeling and open and my top half of the body lying on the table, my pussy and ass presented to him. I feel myself get wetter in this position, feeling his gaze on me, devouring me.

I wait for him, listening to his movements and watching him with my head on the table, he goes into the kitchen and retrieves one of the toys we’ve stashed around the house just in case we suddenly wanted to play. It was a purple dildo, one of my favorites.

I feel him stand behind me again and then feel the dildo teasing my opening then parting my pussy lips, he pushes it inside, the thickness stretching my walls, I feel my pussy clenching around it. I moan loudly, shuddering in need as I maintain my position. The pleasure from the toy inside me is indescribable, especially when I’ve been aching to be fucked the whole day.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” his voice thick with desire, his hand masterfully fucking me with the toy, I know he’s watching me intently. I don’t know how I managed not to meet his thrusts but I stay put as he fucks me with the dildo faster and faster.

I’m moaning against the table, my back arching, he’s fucking me harder and faster, the toy hitting that spot inside me. My cunt clenches and I know I’m so close to my orgasm, I didn’t dare cum, I’m breathing hard and moaning and keening, completely delirious to the pleasure taking over me. And then his other hand plays with my sensitive clit, his fingers nimble as he stroke and tease. “SIR, PLEASE!” I almost sobbed, I begged for my sweet release, “Please!”

“Cum. Now,” his voice commanding and hoarse, I know he loves to watch me cum. And I scream as I did, my body shaking as the orgasm rips through me, and he pulls out the dildo at the same time and I feel myself squirt, I feel my cum on my thighs as it drips. It took a while to finally come down from my orgasm, he strokes my still stinging ass and my thighs. “Such a good girl,” he said gently.

He’s watching me, appreciating me and the mess we’ve created on our dining table. And then he helped me off the table, carrying my body and I wrap my arms around his neck, and bury my face there, I kiss his skin. “I’m sorry for teasing you,” I whisper as I trail my kisses below his ear.

“I’m sorry I had to punish you. But even good girls needed to be taught a lesson,” he replied, his strong arms around me, I look at him and brush my lips on his before kissing him. And then I remembered he didn’t get his release yet, “What about you, Sir?” I ask, concerned. He kisses me back, “I got all I needed.”

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He was tall, and in uniform. I know it doesn’t make a difference that he was a bellman, but tall and lean and very very hot.

We were staying in a cottage at a resort on the Gulf coast, and our TV was on the fritz. My husband called the front desk, who said they would send someone over to fix it, since this problem had happened before.

“If it’s happened before, why isn’t it fixed?” asked my husband.

“He’ll be there in a minute,” the front desk promised.

My husband decided to hop in the shower, so I was assigned the task of opening the door. Tim was tall, taller than my husband, and had a dazzling smile. I felt my stomach hit the floor.

“I know where it is…” he said, and I realized he had asked me a question. I moved aside so he could get it.

I watched his ass under his uniform. Nice, small. And broad strong shoulders. I thought I made out a tattoo under his shirt, on his back. I felt a small stirring in my crotch. It had been a while.

As he bent over the TV, I just sat and watched. He asked me some basic questions, and then *plink*, the TV worked. He smiled again, and was gone.

My husband came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. Quite pleased to see the TV was working again, he patted my ass and walked back into the bedroom to get dressed. It was almost happy hour at the bar, and he didn’t want to miss the 2 for 1 drinks.

Four hours later, and the husband and I are staggering home. I had only had 2 drinks, which gave me a nice buzz. He had 6, which made him drunk. I helped him into bed, where he started to snore soundly.

Since it was a warm night, I decided to go for a walk on the beach. It was quiet, since spring break hadn’t started yet, and I had the beach to myself. Or, almost to myself.

Walking along the shore, carrying my shoes in my hand and trailing my feet in the water, I jumped when I heard “How’s the TV?”

My heart pumping, I searched for the voice. Sitting on one of the chaise lounge under a straw umbrella, was Tim. He jumped up, put his hand on my arm, and said “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you…”

“I’m fine, really. I just didn’t see anyone else out here so I thought I was alone.”

“Most nights around now, no one else comes out here. That’s why I have lunch on the chair over there. It’s nice and quiet.”

His piercing brown eyes felt like they were looking into my soul. I was still aware of where his hand had been on my arm, still felt the warmth from it. Large hands. Large shoulders. Beautiful smile.

We talked for a while, kırşehir escort very comfortably, until he realized the time and had to get back to work. I bade him goodnight, and walked quietly back to my room. My husband hadn’t moved, and I undressed and crawled in to sleep next to him.

The next afternoon, I was playing tennis, and having one of my best games yet. My tennis outfit was a light lavender, showing off my legs and my 36C breasts. I aced my next serve, and won the game. Shaking hands with my opponent, I heard “Wow, you’re quite good.” Tim was standing near the court, dressed for work in his uniform again. I could see that he wasn’t just looking at me, but studying me. And I could also feel that he was resisting moving his eyes off my face. I knew my shirt front was soaked with sweat, and that my nipples were getting hard from the cooler air now that I wasn’t playing.

“Thanks. I like to play.”

“That’s quite obvious.”

I looked at him sideways, trying to tell if there was a double meaning in his words. His look told me that he wasn’t just talking about tennis, mainly cause he was looking at my ass.

“Will you be having lunch again tonight on the beach? It seems like a nice place to escape to.”

“I’m going to try to. I normally eat around 10, feel free to come by, if you’re not doing anything.”

My husband was again heading for the bar. I begged off, citing my hard tennis workout that afternoon, and saying I just wanted to sit in the whirlpool tub. He shrugged and headed out the door.

I did hop in the tub, and did enjoy the jets of hot water on my muscles. I had strained my right shoulder, and ducked down so the water could massage it. As I was lying there, I watched my breasts float on the water. Again, the colder air made the nipples hard. Thinking back to the tennis court earlier, and thinking about Tim, made them harder. What’s under that uniform? Imagining it, I started to move my hand under the water, closer and closer to my clit. Before I got there, I thought better of it, and stood up and reached for my towel. It was time to get ready.

Walking on the beach is one of my favorite pasttimes. I love the water and the sand. Going down to the beach that night was exciting as well. There was a sliver of a moon, just enough for me to see where I was going. Most of the lights along the beach had been turned off.

I walked up to the chaise where I remembered Tim sitting the night before. His back was to me, with a sandwich on his lap.

“Hey there,” malatya escort I called.

It was his turn to jump.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” I laughed. I put my hand on his arm to comfort him, and felt his smooth, strong skin under my hand.

“It’s okay,” he said, flashing that smile. I felt my stomach flip. “It was your turn to get me.”

Oh, and I intend to, I thought…

We laughed and chatted comfortably in the warm air. My white gauzy dress was blowing in the light breeze. He kept taking side glances at my tan legs, which I tastefully acted like I didn’t see. I saw a shell on the sand and reached off the chaise where I was sitting to pick it up. Realizing he had a clear view down my dress to my braless chest, I took a little longer to pick up the shell than I needed to.

“This is a pretty one…”

“Yes, it is, isn’t it?” he said, looking meaningfully into my eyes.

I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned over and slowly, softly, kissed his sweet lips. He responded happily, softly, eagerly. I moved onto his chaise, and we continued to kiss, my mouth opening slowly, his tongue waiting, inviting. His skin was getting warmer; I could feel it through his shirt. Moving my hands slowly over his chest, it was muscular, but not too hard. His hands moved to my back, encircling me, drawing me closer. Our tongues started to dart around, as I got more and more excited. As we shifted in on the chaise, I felt his penis hard, poking, and all I wanted was to take it in my mouth. I broke the embrace, kneeled on the warm sand, and unzipped his pants. His hard on popped out, nice and long, just the right thickness, with a little pre-cum on the head.

A good blowjob starts slowly. A little blowing of air, some licking, massaging of the balls. I did the best I could, which was good, if his reactions were anything to go by. His eyes were closed for a moment, then he looked down at me. Lying back on the chaise, his eyes looking into mine hungrily. I gently ran my tongue along his shaft, tasting him and loving every second of it. Sucking gently, working my tongue under the rim of his head, he started to moan softly. He hadn’t taken his eyes off me, and I hadn’t stopped looking into his. My hand moved up under his shirt, to feel the chest I had been thinking of for a while. It was everything I had hoped, plus a little more. His nipple was pierced. I started to play gently with his nipple ring, which elicited a smile and heavier breathing. As I was rubbing the muscle under his balls, he pulled me off him, niğde escort and I dove to his mouth again. He sucked on my tongue again, moving his strong hands all over my back, my ass, my legs, under my skirt.

His hands found my sweet spot. Warm, wet, it wasn’t hard to find. I felt a finger enter me, and my hips started to move with the finger. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my dress, and my breasts were in his mouth in a flash. He nibbled the nipples, causing waves of pleasure in my pussy, that I knew he could feel. We couldn’t wait any longer. I was longing to ride him.

I stood, and pulled off my panties. Moving the skirt away, he got a flash of my smooth, hairless pussy, and, amazingly, the hunger in his eyes became more intense. I straddled him, and slowly moved my hips down over his. His penis, standing straight, met me perfectly and he started to enter me with slow, short strokes.

He was larger than my husband, which was such a wonderful, filling feeling. It only took a few strokes to get him in comfortably, since I was so wet. We fit perfectly. His hands on my hips, my breasts in his mouth, I started to ride him slowly, smoothly. I wanted to savor every moment of this. His ministrations on my nipples started to increase, and his hands had moved from my hips to my ass. One of his fingers pushed gently on my asshole, and I moaned softly. He slowly entered me with his finger, filling me to completion. I looked down at him, and collapsed onto his mouth again. He was an incredible lover. His mouth knew what I wanted, before I did. I started to break free, to mouth his long, strong neck. It was an incredible neck, and I couldn’t help myself. I was nibbling, licking, feeling it. Smooth, salty skin. His hands moving on me. He shifted slightly, and I could feel that he was hitting my spot. My mouth on his neck started to work more, and my breathing increased. He could feel it everywhere as well, and started to move faster, and deeper, if that was possible. I heard a rushing sound in my ears, and I could feel the waves getting closer. I started to whimper, and then the waves started. He held me up, since I went limp, and made sure that every wave came through and was felt.

His penis was jumping inside me, and the muscles in his chest and arms were getting tighter. I happily sat up, and started to ride him, as deep as I could. His hands were on my breasts, rubbing, pinching. My wet pussy was eating him alive. I saw a look in his eyes, and his hips started to push, and I rode him like a banshee. Speeding up, I felt him go tight, and then felt his warm cum inside me, shooting out.

I laid down on his chest, and he again held me in his arms, kissing my face and lips. His lips tasted like sugar to me. I felt addicted.

“My lunch break is over. But I get off at midnight.”

“Yes,” I said. “You will.”

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Inning 8

Part 8 of a 9 part series. It’s going to be a tight one folks — who will come out on top after everyone scores? All our players over 18. Now get out there and give ’em your all!

*****

When I finally woke up, my whole body hurt. Looking down I saw I was scratched, bruised, punctured. In giving Julia pleasure, I hadn’t noticed how much she’d hurt me. The aggressive athlete was still passed out, snoring lightly. She almost looked cute this way. Like a snoozing tiger.

We had a long day ahead of us, so I started to wake everyone up. We were all mostly naked and, at this point, it hardly seemed to matter. Tits and balls just hanging out all over the place. We’d all seen it all, so why pretend to be prudish?

That didn’t stop me from appreciating Kelsey’s supermodel body, Sarah’s sexy physique, and Julia’s fantastic figure. Each girl so different and yet the same result — they were amazing. Anyone would kill to be with any of them, and I had been with all three. Well, to some extent anyway. Still working on the Sarah stuff, of course.

As per usual, Julia gave me a slap on the ass as she went by, her version of after sex cuddling, I suppose. Kelsey, on the other hand, offered up a high five.

“You two were awesome,” she leaned in and whispered, “We are totally topping that today.”

I got in the shower, once again clearly covered in bodily fluids. Sarah came into the bathroom completely naked without even knocking. Like it was nothing. She started to brush her teeth. Massive breasts shaking in synchronicity with her arm.

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Sarah eye fucked me hard before I could cover up.

“Wow, Julia goes pretty rough, huh?” she asked, pointing at all the scratches and bruises.

“Her thing, I guess,” I said.

“Glad it’s not your thing — not sure I’d have survived this trip, otherwise.”

“I’m assuming Kelsey was more your speed?” I asked. I was trying to be playful but I could hear it came out mean. Sarah just blushed.

“We… ummm… I mean. You and Julia were going at it and we just… Got a little carried away, I guess.”

“Was it good?”

“Yeah. For sure. Did kinda wish that it was someone else’s tongue, though. Or maybe his other parts.” She reached down and gave my bare cock a squeeze. It was still sticky with Julia’s juices but Sarah didn’t say anything.

“That could be arranged, you know.”

“That was the other thing I kind of figured out last night.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Watching you with Julia… I wasn’t just turned on. I mean, OK, I was totally fucking flying. But I felt something else, too. Jealous.”

“Sarah, fuck, I mean… You have a right to your feelings. Of course you do. But you can’t just… I mean, it’s not fair to me or anyone if you’re going to do one thing and then expect us to not…”

Sarah put her hand on my cheek and kissed me lightly on the lips. A brush.

“I’m not mad at you or anyone. Well, at myself maybe. And that’s really what I guess I’m getting at. Remember that story I told you? About the quarry? I think sometimes doing the safe thing’s also the stupid thing. So last night, after everything that happened, I sat up in bed and just… I decided it was time to do something different. Maybe a lot of things. Time to just jump and hope I hit the water.”

“I’m not sure what you mean. I mean, no, I get it. I just… you’re talking about school? Rob? You and me?”

Sarah smiled then leaned in. This time she gave me a far more passionate kiss. Lips and teeth and a little bit of tongue.

“You’ll see soon enough,” she said.

*

The second to last day of our trip took us to Toronto for one final game. It was a five hour drive — one of the longest of the trip — and all of us, though clearly tired and a little worn, were ready for a last round of fireworks.

Continuing her tradition, Julia asked me to drive post-coitus.

“You fucked me too good,” she said, “I can barely walk, let alone drive.”

Of course, my own wounds from our encounter went unremarked on. At that point I didn’t want to argue it, I just grabbed the keys and took my seat. Julia climbed in the other side, putting Sarah and Kelsey in the back.

Our first hour of driving was basically silent. I didn’t even bother to turn on the radio. We all just stared out our windows, not even acknowledging that other people were in the car. I guess we were all a little fucked out.

Then out of nowhere, Julia said, “I think we should all play a game.”

“Like, ‘I Spy’ or ’20 Questions’ or whatever?” Kelsey asked. She did not sound excited.

“Yeah, but like, I dunno. Fun.”

“OK — what do you have in mind?” I asked.

“It can’t be boring,” Kelsey said.

“I need to keep my eyes on the road,” I said.

“I don’t want to do anything… inappropriate,” Sarah said.

“Oh we’re definitely going to do that,” Julia said. Sarah seemed not unpleased by that promise. “OK, here’s the game: ‘I Bet karaman escort You Won’t.'”

“Oh this can only end well,” I said.

“Trust me,” Julia said, “One person bets that the other won’t do something. Soooo for example, I could say ‘I bet Ben won’t eat this smushed up gummy bear I found under the seat this morning.'”

“You’re damn right I won’t,” I said, “I’m pretty sure the last time this car was cleaned, Yugoslavia was still a country.”

“Right. So in this case I was right. I get a point and it moves on to the next person to make a bet. Whoever has the most points when we get to Toronto wins the game.”

“What do we get if we win?” Kelsey asked, ever competitive.

“The satisfaction of knowing all of us better than we even know ourselves,” Julia said.

“Bragging rights,” Kelsey said, “I can live with that. OK — let’s do this thing.”

“Wait,” Sarah said, “What if Ben did eat the gummy bear?”

“Then Ben would get the point and I have to do something that Ben tells me to do — a dare — since I clearly injured his pride by suggesting he wouldn’t do it.” Then Julia popped the floor bear in her mouth. “There’s an open bag in the door. Jeez dude, it was just an example.”

“I don’t know,” Kelsey said, “It seems like I could just bet ridiculous stuff. Like ‘I bet Sarah won’t jump out of the car right this second’ or ‘I bet Ben won’t turn his face inside out’ every time and win the game.”

“It has to be something that someone might do,” Julia said, “The rest of the group can vote. If a question is deemed unrealistic, then the person who suggested loses two points and has to do a dare for each other person in the car. OK?”

“Got it.”

“Works for me.”

“Good, I’ll go first,” Julia said. She made a big show of considering her options. Traffic whooshed by. Sun glinted through the windshield. It was turning into a perfect day for baseball. And other things, of course.

“OK Ben,” Julia said, “now that this gummy bear has been in my mouth, I bet you won’t eat it for sure.” She took it out and showed me the red, dripping bear, most of its features already worn away.

I shrugged. I’d tasted almost everything else of Julia’s. Why not? She reached over and put the bear in my open mouth. It was a little strange, all warm and wet. I was kind of grossed out. A little turned on.

“OK, so that’s a point for Ben, plus now he gets to make me do something.”

I was kind of at a loss for what I was supposed to do here, so I stuck with something icky and told Julia to lick her window. She did it, not all that excitedly, and then spent the next five minutes wiping her tongue off. “Ugh. Not doing that again. OK Ben, your turn.”

We went this way for a while and, about an hour in, the score was basically level with all of us having done one thing and turned down another. We were feeling each other out, like always. Seeing where the line was, then trying to push the other person over it.

Most of our bets involved doing gross things with gummies. The Haribo people would not be pleased.

It was not a great game but it passed the time and led to some laughs. Then Julia made her third bet and I saw what she had really been up to the whole time.

“Sarah, I bet you won’t kiss Kelsey. On the lips. For a minute.”

Did she really think Sarah wouldn’t do that? Oh I guarantee Julia knew she would. Sure enough, without even a word, Sarah leaned over to the middle seat and kissed her besty. Hard. I tried to keep my eyes on them and the road at the same time and failed miserably. It sounded like a heck of a kiss though.

And that — not the points or the wishes or even passing the time — was the real point of this game. I can’t believe I ever thought that Kelsey was the instigator in our group.

For her dare, Sarah decided to turn the tables. “Since you seem to like kissing so much, maybe it’s time you tried it yourself.”

Julia sighed, as if she really couldn’t have seen this one coming. She turned around in her seat and started shoving things aside. Then she carefully leaned over and shared a taste of Sarah. It was not comfortable for anyone and so they quickly disengaged and sat back down.

But Julia had gotten the point and was now tied for the lead with Kelsey.

“Your lips are awesome. Really full and fantastic,” Julia said.

“Oh. Thanks, I guess,” Sarah said, turning a little red, “It was kind of nice”.

“Sounded like it,” I said.

“You like her lips so much Ben,” Julia said, “But I bet you won’t kiss them.”

“I’m driving right now so ‘no.'”

“Oh right. Fuck. Well, that’s a point for me, I guess.”

“Hey guys,” Sarah said, “I really have to pee. Can we stop at the next rest stop?”

“I bet you won’t hold it for… ten minutes,” I said. It wasn’t much of a bluff, the next rest stop was 10 miles away.

“Done.”

*

We put the game on hold and when we got to the rest stop, Sarah got her point. Kindly, she told kars escort me my punishment was also to use the bathroom, as well, which was good because I really had to go.

As we were getting out of the car, though, Sarah said, “Hey Kelsey, I bet you won’t ‘help’ Ben in there.”

“You mean, like… hold his thing while he…”

“Yeah.”

Kelsey thought about it for a moment, then shrugged and got out of the car. “Come on big guy, let’s get ‘er done.”

The stop was pretty simple — a concrete slab in the middle of a grassy spot on the side of the highway. The bathrooms were on either side of the building, so Kelsey and I made our way to the left while Sarah scampered over to the right..

At first I’d thought this would be easy, but I hadn’t considered the fact that Kelsey was now going to have to find her way into a busy men’s room without anyone seeing. The beautiful blonde made a big show of hiding behind a nearby tree, like a goofy James Bond. She even held her hands together like she was clutching a gun, though I have no idea why.

We watched the door as people entered and left. Finally there was a slow point where it seemed like no one was around and we sprinted inside. I grabbed Kelsey’s sleeve and pulled her into a stall. Less chance of getting seen in here.

I stood in front of the toilet and held my arms up, making it clear that this was now Kelsey’s game.

“Hurry it up if you can,” I said, “I really do have to go.”

The tremendous teenager reached down to my zipper and slid it open. Then she fished inside my shorts and, finally, grabbed hold of my cock. It would have been stiff at this point, anyway, even if I didn’t desperately have to pee.

Clumsily, though not in a way that was at all unpleasant, Kelsey pulled my cock out of the zipper and sort of pointed it forward.

“Good?” she asked.

“It’ll do.”

I tried to pee, but Kelsey holding my hardness had made my member switch gears. I could piss or I could cum — not both — and in the hand of such a beautiful woman, my penis was in the wrong setting.

Finally, a long, slightly burning stream shot out. Kelsey hadn’t judged it exactly right, and I started pissing on the floor. She quickly realigned me to the bowl.

“That’s really neat,” she said, keeping a firm grip.

It felt like forever — my bladder had more than a bit to give — but finally it trickled off. I told Kelsey to give my guy a little shake, then let her tuck him back in.

Then she turned around so she was facing me and dropped her shorts.

“What? It’s contagious,” she said and sat down. I have to admit there was something a bit arousing about watching her pee. I don’t want to say it was intimate exactly, but it was something most people don’t share with each other and it was watching liquid spew out of her pussy so… Yeah, I mean, if I wasn’t already aroused I would have been by then.

Eventually she stood up and pulled her pants back up. I gave her a pouty look as her pussy was put away, but Kelsey just smiled.

“I’m sure we’ll get plenty more opportunities,” she said.

We were lucky that the bathroom had been empty this whole time. We opened the stall and went to wash our hands. As we did, an older man came in. He stared at Kelsey, shocked that she was there, though probably a bit taken aback, too. Like I said, Kelsey was striking.

“He needed help,” she told the man, then walked out. I shrugged and then followed.

*

Back at the car, we agreed to switch seats — I would continue to drive, but Sarah wanted to sit up front. So Julia joined Kelsey in the back.

Once we got on the road, we tallied the points. Sarah, Kelsey and I were all tied at 4 with Julia close behind with 3.

If Kelsey was competitive than Julia was… I don’t know, psychotic. She was not going to lose at her own game and so she made a bet that I’m sure she believed was uncallable.

“Sarah, I know you won’t suck Ben’s magic dick while he drives.”

Sarah didn’t even blink. She tucked her brown hair behind her ear, then reached over and grabbed for my fly. I practically swerved off the road right then and she hadn’t even touched my cock.

“Guys, are we sure this is such a good idea with me driving?”

“Yep,” Julia said.

“Definitely,” Sarah said.

She reached down and got me out with ease. Then in one swift motion the buxom brunette bobbed my apple. Holy fucking FUCK! It might seem like this was old hat by now, but Sarah had only touched my dick twice — once on day one and again on day three — with her hands, and never since. She’d gone from first to third on an infield grounder, this gorgeous girl with deep brown eyes and an even deeper chest.

“Whoah.”

It was all any of us could say. Except maybe for Sarah and she had her mouth full. As I said, I’d never experienced Sarah’s ministrations. Kelsey was eager, sometimes a little too much. Julia, like everything, was aggressive. But Sarah was attentive, kıbrıs escort almost loving. Passionate and strangely appreciative. Like it was me doing her the favor by letting her put my cock in her mouth. Sarah swirled her tongure around my shaft like it was something precious to be savored.

I did my best to keep my eyes on the road, but honestly Godzilla could have stepped onto the highway and I’d have plowed right into him. Instead, because this wasn’t dangerous enough, I took one hand off the wheel and rested it on the back of Sarah’s head, twining my fingers in her brown tresses.

She hmmmmed softly and shifted her rhythm, switching from little licks to full on suction. I swear I almost blacked out.

“Sar…” I groaned. She lifted her head up with a loud, savory smack of her lips. I bit of drool trailed from her mouth to my cock. Sarah sat back, a contented little smile played on her lips.

“You said just suck, right?” she said. Julia nodded dumbly. Reluctantly I put my penis back in my pants. If my balls weren’t aching already…

“So that’s a point for me,” Sarah said and smoothed her shorts. Don’t think I didn’t notice the way she moved her legs as she did it. The sexy brunette was as worked up as I’d seen her.

“And Julia, for so rudely challenging me, I believe you should also do some licking. On Kelsey.”

Kelsey’s legs popped open like they were set on springs, but Julia seemed to hesitate. I’d been living with my roommate long enough to know she was straight as a board. Despite the whole athlete, tomboy thing — maybe BECAUSE of the athlete tomboy thing — Julia was into boys all the way.

But if Julia had bet against Sarah’s reluctance and lost, well then Sarah hadn’t counted on Julia’s ingenuity. She leaned over and, like a big dog, took a long wet lap of Kelsey’s cheek.

Kelsey giggled, ticklish, and we all laughed. Things had actually gotten tense for a moment there.

“Good enough?” Julia asked. She wiped her mouth, self-satisfied. “I keep telling you guys. You gotta be more specific.”

“Clearly,” Sarah said, “But don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’d better,” Kelsey agreed.

*

Ours was not a fast moving game. People actually took their time on their turns, thinking about who to challenge and with what. Plus the bet, itself, was often time consuming as well. And Toronto was fast approaching.

I got a feel of Sarah’s fantastic tits (over the shirt, but still). Then Kelsey got to do the same. Sarah’s breasts were getting molested regularly, but she didn’t seem to mind. She then bet, perhaps looking for a little revenge, that Julia wouldn’t finger herself right there in the back seat.

By the time I glanced back, Julia’s shorts and panties were already on the floor. Her pussy pink and drooling.

SLAP! Julia’s hand rebounded off her clit.

“Doesn’t that, like, hurt?” Kelsey asked.

“That’s kinda the point,” Julia said, dipping her fingers in, “It’s no different than Sarah. Y’know… tasting. Whatever gets you off, you know?”

Julia continued jilling for about a minute or so, then stopped, a little bored with it, and pulled up her shorts. I pretty much missed the whole thing. This driving thing was killing me.

Since it had been Sarah’s bet, Julia made her spend the rest of the drive with her tits out. A reward for the entire highway, really. As soon as her shirt was off, her beautiful boobs glinting in the sun, Sarah took her turn.

“Since we just talked about it, Kelsey, I bet you won’t slap your bare puss like Julia does.”

Kelsey sighed and took off her shorts again. At this point I was starting to think we might be better off just staying bottomless. The beautiful blonde’s shaved snatch was out for everyone to see. Kelsey flattened her hand and then tapped her pussy lightly.

“Jeez, you guys are all such pussies,” Julia said. She reached over and took Kelsey by the wrist, showing her the motion. “Fast and hard. Like that.”

“I did say you had to do it ‘like Julia.'” Sarah said. Kelsey growled in response, reared back and hit herself right on the clit. I heard it this time, but Julia still groaned in frustration, as if it was her own sex getting so under stimulated. Then without even thinking about it, Julia reared back and…

SLAP!

Kelsey whimpered, crossing her legs. Julia suddenly stopped herself, looking at her hand in horror. “Fuck, I’m sorry Kelsey I didn’t… I don’t know what came over me.” Julia seemed legitimately upset.

But then Kelsey raised her own hand and whacked her clit, herself, with that same amount of force. Her poor puss looked a little red, but Kelsey just smiled and got her shorts back on.

“Not bad,” she said, “Just not for me, I don’t think. Well, since Sarah loves sharing so much, I know she won’t taste everyone in the car, including herself.”

Sarah unzipped her pants, dipped her hand in and licked a finger. Then she reached over to me, sliding her hand right up my shorts leg and did the same to my cock.

“Kinda testosterone-y,” she said. She turned to the backseat as if to say, ‘well?’ Kelsey wasted no time get her finger good and sauced, then stuck it up front for Sarah to lick. Then Julia did the same, winding her arm around the suitcases as best she could.

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The lights are dim in my room as I lie comfortably on the bed and read a book. Gavin sits at my computer, searching something up online. I sneak a peek at him and he catches my eye and winks at me. Making sure I’m watching, he flicks his tongue at me, using the same movements as he would when he eats me out. I bite my lips as Gavin turns back to the computer screen with a smile. I get off the bed, my book forgotten, and move towards him. Gavin gives me a questioning look that turns into a grin as I slowly take my tights off.

He runs his hand down my lower back and cups my butt with both of his hands. I groan and move his hands higher towards my breasts. He squeezes them gently and starts to take off my shirt. With a quick movement of his hand, my bra slides onto the floor as well.

“I should really be looking this book up…” he murmurs, burying his face into my neck.

I smile. “Then go ahead.”

I turn his head so he faces the computer again and I begin to slide down his pants. Gavin moans my name.

“Pay attention to the website,” I say in a teasing way. Gavin groans but plays along, knowing that I won’t continue until he does.

I slowly slide down his underwear and trail kisses from his stomach to his dick. kilis escort His breaths come out a bit shorter and I lick the area around his dick. I trail long licks along the side and short licks near his perineum. He sighs contently and I move my tongue to the tip of his dick. I swirl my tongue around the tip slowly, tasting his precum. His body jerks a little as I surprise him by quickly taking his whole dick into my mouth. I give him one hard suck, swallowing all of the precum there.

“I want more of that,” I whisper.

Without hearing Gavin’s response, I begin taking his dick into my mouth again. I take it so far in that I can feel it hit the back of my throat. His precum coats the sides of my mouth, the taste of it lingering on my tongue.

All too soon, I stop and stand up. Gavin frowns and I smile brightly at him. I slip my thong off quickly and climb on top of him. I force Gavin to look at the computer screen again and I slide him into me.

Gavin moans as he feels how wet I am for him. I let my pussy juices spread all around his dick, sliding him in and out of me. As my thrusts increase in speed, I start to pant. I press my lips against the base of his neck, sucking slowly on the skin. I kırklareli escort feel the vibrations from his throat as Gavin lets out another groan. He cups one of my butt cheeks, rubs it slowly and then spanks me. I moan and bounce quicker up and down on him.

Gavin pulls me against him, stopping me from thrusting. He lifts me up as he stands and I wrap my legs and arms around him.

“You’ve made me lose my train of thought,” he whispers as he lays me down slowly on the bed.

“What do you mean?” I ask, innocently.

Before answering, Gavin plunges his dick into my vagina and pounds me like crazy. I call out his name and throw back my head. Gavin gives me a kiss on my neck.

“I can’t concentrate with you fucking me and panting at the same time,” he grumbles.

I laugh and this just causes him to fuck me hard again. I press my fingernails into his back as I lose control of myself for a minute. Gavin looks down at me with a hungry look on his face. I pull him back down onto me and capture his lips with mine. We kiss passionately, both of us holding onto each other tightly. I tug on his hair and moan as I feel myself getting even wetter for him.

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“I fucking want you so badly,” I moan, which causes Gavin to moan with me in return.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out,” Gavin says in response.

I call out Gavin’s name again as he pounds hard into me. I feel my climax build up as I try to hold it back in order to have an orgasm at the same time as him. I stare up at Gavin as I continue panting hard. He grits his teeth and his thrusts get crazier.

His dick slides in and out easily as my wetness continuously lubricates it. He changes up his thrusts so he’s mainly hitting the top part of his dick.

I close my eyes as I feel myself lose control. I am so ready to explode around Gavin. Just as I’m about to let my climax take control of me, I feel Gavin get close to reaching his. A pressure builds up inside my vagina and Gavin and I both scream out each other’s name as we both reach our climaxes. I completely shatter, letting my wetness explode all around Gavin’s dick.

“Fuck, Hera,” Gavin groans, collapsing on top of me, trying to catch his breath. I feel his heart beating quickly against my chest.

“Totally beats researching about that book, right?” I ask, smiling.

Gavin laughs and gives me another passionate kiss.

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You would drive to my motel and call me when you get to the parking lot. I will come down and escort you inside and up to my room. Both of us will be feeling horny as hell and nervous as well. We will go into the living room area where we will begin talking about what we both love sexually. As you mention you like your neck to be nibbled I lean over and lightly begin to brush my lips up your neck. As you shudder I lightly scrape my teeth along your skin sending shivers down your spine. While I am going this I have one hand at the small of your back, under the cloths rubbing in small circles and the other lightly sliding down your other shoulder reaching up and curling in your hair. Your hands are kneading my chest, and grasping my back as moans of pleasure escape your lips.

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I kiss just to the side of your vagina, the place where it is warm, and it sends a wave of pleasure coursing over your body, but building a burning desire for more intimate contact. As I explore around your desire builds until finally you beg for me to like your innermost regions. I breath on them first, exhaling hot breath before my tongue begins to gümüşhane escort swirl around the outside of your labia, as it swells I move to the inside as you through your head back and grasp the cushions on the couch as your body shudders with the pure delight of your first orgasm.

As your body recovers your head jerks up to look at me, your eyes full of animalistic hunger and desire. You want flesh, and you want it now.

You sit up, ripping my shirt over my head and tossing it into the corner. Pushing me back onto the floor you clumsily begin to rip my pants off. Your body is so full of passion that it is maddening how they will not come off! Hastily I begin to help until the pants to are discarded and there, standing fully erect is the one thing that can help sate your appetite.

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As you enjoy the sensations on your tongue you look up and relish the fact that I am oblivious to all but what you are doing in the small little part of my. You literally have all the control with your tongue and it is empowering. You continue with your mouth, now adding a stroke up and down my shaft with your hand. You go slowly but firmly because you want to savor it, you want to build my desire the way I built yours.

As you continue my hands reach down and continue to stroke your hair. The slide down your neck, sending the familiar tingling sensations down your body. I lean over you caressing your back and reaching around for your breasts. In your mouth you feel my pre cum, with the texture of honey and a pleasant saltiness that you have been waiting for. This is the sign, you think to yourself as you raise your head with an expectant smile on your face. The appetizer is over, now on to the main event…

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It all started when she wore that shirt. I had been spending almost 10 hours a week with Emily for over 2 months and never felt any attraction until she wore that shirt. Anyone would call her pretty: straight light brown hair a few inches past her shoulders, eyes that were some combination of blue and green, an average body with a slight hourglass figure. Because I knew her from her volunteering at the animal shelter where I work, I had only seen her in jeans and t-shirts, usually from the men’s department because they were more comfortable and geeky. I stared right at her chest several times commenting on the 90’s TV show characters on the front of those t-shirts, but never had a sexual inclination.

Ironically, when the weather got colder, I saw more skin. On that fateful day, she wore a black long-sleeve shirt with buttons from around the bottom to the top of her sternum. Of the 5 buttons, the top 3 were undone and I was treated to an amazing view of her cleavage when she bent down to clean one of the bottom cat cages. She was either oblivious or so used to men staring that she ignored my eyes lingering.

For the next two hours, I admired her body as discreetly as I could. Her breasts were my main focal point. I won’t pretend to know anything about bra sizes, but they looked to be a little more than a handful and supported by a bra that left the smallest space between them. Just above them was a defined collarbone that was more appealing than I could have expected, leading up to a slender neck. When I stood behind her, it took all my willpower not to nibble at her neck and earlobes. Instead, I smelled the slight seemingly-impossible scent of apple and coconut of her hair. I pulled myself away and went to work in another room to try to control this sudden lust.

It wasn’t long before she finished cleaning all the cages in the first room and joined me in the other room. As we worked, I admired her from a distance, realizing I almost lost control earlier. I was noticing the length of her legs when she bent over and gave me a wonderful view of her ass. It was round and firm, not in a going-to-the-gym-every-day kind of way, but in a not-afraid-of-manual-labor kind of way. It seemed like I had seen everything, then she turned to talk to me. In my awkward attempt to not get caught staring, I landed my eyes on her lips. They were forming words, but I didn’t hear them. I was watching them move, noticing how naturally full and dark pink they were and considering how good they would feel on various parts of my body, when I realized she had stopped talking and was looking at me quizzically. I knew I couldn’t just smile and nod my way out of this.

“Sorry, I…uh, zoned out there. What did you say?”

“Can I let Voldemort out, or is he terrorizing the other cats still?” She asked it so innocently that I hoped she couldn’t tell where my mind had just gone.

“You might as well. He’s never a problem when you’re in here anyway. You’re the cat whisperer.” We both smiled at my horrible joke, knowing there was truth to it. She was asking about a fat black cat that hissed and scratched at everyone, but nuzzled up to her. She never really had problems with the animals and was even sympathetic towards those that scratched or nipped at her. An animal person myself, it was a quality I always found endearing.

I think I succeeded in acting normal, but it was a relief when she left. I buried myself in paperwork until 5pm and blared the radio on the drive home as a distraction. The second I stepped inside my house, my mind immediately turned back to Emily. I fell onto my bed, closed my eyes, and let my imagination take over, figuring I could get it out of my system. I remembered each bit of her I looked at earlier in order, letting my hand wander under my waistband. It only took a few stroked and the memory of the view down her shirt to finish. I drifted off to sleep satisfied that I had taken care of that problem.

She only volunteered three days a week, so I didn’t see her the next day. My mind didn’t wander to thoughts of Emily and I assumed I was cured of whatever had come over me. I realized how wrong I was when I saw her the next day. There was no cleavage, but she wore a long-sleeve shirt with a wide neck that fell off one shoulder. How can a shoulder be so attractive? I struggled through 15 minutes until by some stroke of luck, I had to go out on a lost dog call. I was gone long enough that she had already left by the time I got back. Thursday passed without her coming in, and I thought I was prepared to see her Friday.

On Friday, Emily was back to her boyish clothes, wearing a hooded sweatshirt, which helped me forget everything I had thought of her for the last few days. We were talking and joking as usual and I thought everything was normal again. Of course that didn’t last long.

“It’s a lot warmer than I expected today,” Emily commented. I didn’t even have a chance to respond before she was pulling her sweatshirt over her head, exposing van escort a little sliver of her stomach. As if that wasn’t bad enough, instead of one of her usual t-shirts underneath, she had on a tank top that revealed more than I had ever seen. All I could think of to do was mumble something about paperwork and retreat to the office. This continued for weeks.

I’m not a coward. Under normal circumstances, I would have made a move or at least flirted a little. But, Emily unfortunately had a fiance. There was no reason for him to think I was a threat since she had plenty of guy friends, and he figured I was just one of them. I had a guilty mind, but I would never interfere in a happy relationship. I knew it was happy because half of the stories Emily told me were about him and what the two of them had been doing. She rarely complained and she couldn’t hold back a smile when she talked about him. I regretted ruining our friendship, but I avoided her to keep my urges under control.

I had barely seen her or talked to her for well over a month, partly because I stayed away and partly because she was away for Thanksgiving and then sick for a week. Apparently absence does make the heart grow fonder, because she was out of sight but not out of mind.

It was the second Saturday in December, and I dragged myself out of the house to go to a coworker’s holiday party. I figured any distraction was good for me, plus I was hoping to find a woman wanting to help me with my recent sexual frustration. Luckily, my coworker has good-looking friends and there was plenty of eye candy at the party. I was admiring the sights when someone tapped me on the shoulder.

“Like what you see?” Emily stood next to me giggling that she caught me checking out all the women I saw. When I looked at her, I completely forgot about every other person in the room. It was the first time I had seen her in makeup or a dress. The makeup was subtle, but noticeable. Even though she didn’t need any, it accentuated her features. The dress was stunning. Or rather, the dress made her look stunning. It was dark grey with cap sleeves and a wide neck that showed off her lovely collarbone, but no cleavage. The bottom of it barely reached the middle of her thighs and I imagined that the back showed even more of her long legs. She had on purplish tights and black ankle boots with a heel that made her maybe an inch taller than me. She didn’t need heels; she was already the same height as most guys.

I ignored her question only managing to openly stare and say, “Wow…” which made her blush.

“I feel so silly getting all dressed up, but Beth convinced me to,” she explained, talking about the host of the party.

“I’m glad she did. I mean, you look great. Like, it’s cool to see you not in jeans and a t-shirt.” I played that off horribly, but it elicited another giggle and a deeper blush from Emily.

“You’re looking pretty handsome yourself. I’ve always wondered what you look like out of your work clothes.” I couldn’t tell if she intended or even realized the innuendo as she said it, but I felt my own face go red and she immediately got embarrassed. “I mean, I’ve never seen you without your work shirt on…ummm…I’ve never seen you in different clothes.”

There was an awkward silence between us where we avoided eye contact and I took the opportunity to look at her again. That’s when I realized that the diamond ring that was always on her left hand was gone. She must have noticed me looking because she covered her hand.

“I don’t want to be rude, but,” I started before she interrupted.

“Shawn and I had…a falling out. Things weren’t great for a while, but we had a big fight when he wouldn’t join my family for Thanksgiving and he sort of kicked me out right before the holiday…I’ve been staying with Beth because I wanted to stay in town and can’t afford my own place right now.”

“I had no idea. That’s horrible. I didn’t mean to bring up a sore subject.”

“No, that’s okay,” she shook her head for emphasis. “You’ve been so busy at work that I barely even see you anymore and the couple of times I did, I didn’t know what to say. Plus, you’ve seemed really stressed so I didn’t know if you were dealing with your own stuff and I didn’t want to give you my problems to worry about,” she was speaking quickly to hold back a tear. I acted on instinct and hugged her protectively. She let my arms wrap around her and buried her face in my chest. Before she could cry, I led her away from the crowd and into the closest room.

In the room, I spotted an unmade bed with a familiar nerdy t-shirt thrown on in and realized this must be the guest room where Emily was staying. I looked back at her expecting to see mascara running, but her eyes were dry. Suddenly, I felt awkward, realizing the conversation hadn’t brought her to tears. And I had taken her away from the party into an empty bedroom. I hoped she understood and didn’t think I was a complete pig, but she quickly yalova escort eased my worries.

“You always make me feel better Jake. I definitely needed a hug and a break from all those people.”

“I had no idea where I was bringing you. Sorry about that.”

“Well, it was this, the bathroom, or outside. There are people everywhere else. Everyone probably just thinks we’re hooking up or something anyway.” She said it so matter-of-factly and completely caught me off guard.

“Why would people think that?” I asked a little too defensively.

“Well, that’s why people sneak off to bedrooms at parties, isn’t it?” She laughed a little as she said that. “Besides, I heard there’s a running bet about us.”

“A running bet…?”

“I guess your coworkers took our friendship as more and figured we’d find each other irresistible or something silly. I only know because I finally got Beth to admit why she had an extra calendar with everyone’s names in a different range of dates. It was to keep track of the bets.” She laughed it off while I mentally cursed out Beth. She knew why I was doing paperwork to avoid Emily. I was sure that everyone else must know by now too.

“Something silly is right,” I tried to laugh it off too.

“Yeah, you’re right. Even that hug was totally platonic.” Somehow that comment bruised my ego, even though she probably meant well by it.

“You have no idea how I could hug you.” I knew it sounded ridiculous as I said it, but she got the message and played along.

“Oh yeah? How?”

Instead of responding, I pulled her toward me, one arm between her shoulder blades and the other on her lower back. Her face was less than an inch away from mine and I could tell I surprised her, but she didn’t miss a beat.

“Is that all you’ve got?” she joked.

“You can’t handle what I’ve got.”

“Bet I can.”

Her face was so close our noses were almost touching. She wore a smirk and dared me with her eyes. All the awkwardness and uncertainty vanished. I kissed her aggressively and she immediately responded with the same enthusiasm. She reached under my arms and up to grab my shoulders as I let my hand wander past the small of her back and over the curve of her ass. I could feel her smiling into the kiss and felt encouraged to do more. I pressed my body against hers and suddenly realized my cock was also pressing against her. I immediately pulled away afraid of pushing too far.

“What’s wrong?” She looked confused.

“I don’t want you regretting this.”

“Do you not want to do this?” Her expression changed to concern.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” I admitted. “And you look so gorgeous tonight, it only makes me want you more.”

She blushed again, then smiled. “You want me?” She took a step towards me. “How long have you wanted this?” She started unbuttoning my dress shirt. I didn’t answer afraid to ruin the moment with words. She finished unbuttoning my shirt and I threw it on the ground. She kicked her boots in the corner and was suddenly and inch shorter than me again. I undid my belt buckle as she stealthily removed her tights. She bravely unzipped my jeans and I let them fall to the ground. I felt exposed standing in front of her in an undershirt and boxer briefs while she still had a dress on. It looked amazing on her, but I was dying to see what was underneath. She must have seen the longing on my face, because it was soon off her and thrown in a corner.

As much as I dreamed about what she might look like half-naked, nothing prepared me for this. She gave me a minute to take in her matching blue bra and panties. The cups barely covered her nipples and the panties were cut so they showed an arousing hint of cheek. I was still staring when she looked at my undershirt and cocked her head to the side. I needed no more encouragement and pulled it off over my head.

Thankfully, Emily smiled at my almost-naked body and approached me again. I was expecting more making out, so she really surprised me when she dropped to her knees in front of me. Emily looked up at me with a devilish trace behind the innocence of her blue-green biting her naturally pouty lips. My jaw must have been on the floor and I had no idea how to respond. Neither of us spoke. Instead, she pulled down my underwear revealing a fully erect cock.

Emily wasted no time in taking it in one of her hands and feeling along its seven inches. I barely even had time to moan before her mouth was covering the head and she began giving me an amazing blow job. I wanted to watch her so badly, but I was so overcome my the feeling of her warm, wet mouth, that my eyes closed. I’d pleasured myself plenty since lusting after Emily, but hadn’t even flirted with anyone because it somehow felt like cheating. After months of celibacy, this girl was literally making my dreams come true.

She stopped suddenly and the air felt cold as it hit the spit she’d left on me. I opened my eyes, çorlu escort worried something was wrong, just in time to see her face move to my balls. She grabbed my thighs for support as she took one of my balls in her mouth and sucked it gently. Even though I’d been with a number of girls, this was a foreign experience. Most weren’t opposed to oral, but Emily was the first who eagerly paid attention to every part of my penis. It could barely have been a minute before I let out a deep groan, feeling ready to explode. She understood the warning and moved her lips back around my shaft, letting her hand fondle my balls. I couldn’t hold back and shot deep down her throat, forgetting for a moment that we were in a house full of people and screaming out her name.

As Emily sucked the last few drops from me, I realized our surroundings and my face gave away my fear of being caught.

“Don’t worry,” she smiled. “It’s louder out there than you think. And I’ve screamed louder than that fantasizing about you the last few nights, with no complaint from Beth. This room seems pretty soundproof.”

It was my turn to smirk. “Fantasizing about me? What else did you imagine?”

“You know…stuff…” She stood up as she answered, crossing her arms over her chest. Her nerve was fading and I was afraid I’d lose this sexy nymph too soon.

“So far reality’s beaten my imagination, but I imagined me inside more than just your mouth. Of course, I didn’t count on you being able to make me cum so easily. Or me being ready so soon after finishing.” With that, I glanced down at my cock, which was amazingly completely hard again. I hoped admitting something slightly embarrassing would make her more comfortable, and luckily it worked.

Emily looked down as well saying, “Well, I guess since I’ve seen yours, it’s only fair if you see mine.” I thought I was in heaven already seeing her in lingerie, so when she reached behind her to unclasp her bra, she had my undivided attention. Once it was undone, she let the straps slide down her shoulders, then the whole bra fall to the floor. They lost a slight amount of lift, but the bra had hardly added any size. I was so mesmerized by her naked breasts that I didn’t even notice her sliding her panties off until they hit the floor. Unlike most girls I had seen, she was not shaved bare. I always assumed I wanted no hair down there, but hers was clearly groomed, very short and neat. Somehow not being shaved like a porn star made her seem innocent and experienced all at once. And she wasn’t afraid to be different, which I always loved about her.

“Please, turn around,” I begged. Her face lit up realizing I wanted to admire every inch and she complied. I don’t know what came over me, but I had to touch her. I came up behind her, first grabbing her round ass cheeks, then moving my hands along the side of her body, over her hip bones and along the side of her ribcage. When I got to her chest, I gently moved my hands over it, realizing I had been right. Her tits were a little more than a handful. I smiled to myself at this and pressed my body against hers. My lips kissed along her slender neck, just like I had wanted to do for so long. This elicited a soft moan from Emily and I knew she wanted more.

I moved my right hand off her breast and traced my fingers between them. My fingers traveled down her stomach, over her belly button, and stopped just above the top of her pubic hair, all while I continued kissing her neck and collarbone. My hand moved over her mound, with my middle finger resting over her clit. I could hear her breathing heavier as I applied a slight pressure with that finger and slowly moved it side to side. She stood still, letting me explore with my hands. My finger moved back and felt the heat coming from her slit. I gently slid the finger inside her, feeling how tight she was. I knew she couldn’t be a virgin having shared a bed with a man she planned to marry for almost a year, but she could have easily fooled me.

I was enjoying the quiet moans I caused her to make and barely noticed her hand moving between us. She wrapped her fingers around my cock, which was pressed against her back, and repositioned it so it was between her ass cheeks and pointing at the entrance to her pussy. My brain told me to wait and enjoying teasing her a little longer, but my body took over. I bent her over the end of the bed that was in front of her and admired her glistening pussy lips for a second before I forced my entire length inside her.

Somehow, I regained my composure and stayed in that position for a minute instead of ravishing Emily completely. She took the pause to move my hand away from her mound and replace it with her own hand. I could tell she was playing with herself, which was fine with me. I wanted to bring her to an orgasm, even if she helped it along.

Slowly, I started pumping in and out, grabbing her hips as they matched my rhythm. We quickly gained speed and I was happy I had already cum once so I could enjoy this longer. She pushed back against me hard, wanting every inch inside her and this only made me fuck her harder. I couldn’t see her face, but I did see her gripping the sheets tightly and heard her moans getting louder, encouraging me to go faster and harder.

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