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We are both working late one Friday night. I step outside my office and am surprised to see you there. “Hi Nana,” I say, “What is such an attractive young girl doing here so late on a Friday night.” You reply that you have a report due by Monday and didn’t want to work on Saturday or Sunday. Except for the two of us the office is completely empty.

I am about ready to resume my work when you ask if I am any good at giving a massage. Your neck is sore from working all day in front of a computer. I acknowledge that I could probably make your neck feel better. I move behind you and begin to work my fingers across the top of your shoulders. No wonder your neck and shoulder muscles hurt. They are so tight and you definitely need a massage to help you relax.

You move your hair out of the way which helps, but now your collar is causing a problem. I ask if you would mind folding it under. Instead, without a word, you unbutton the top three buttons of your blouse. Now your shoulders are exposed and I have a much broader area of flesh uncovered to me.

Up to this point I hadn’t considered anything sexual about this situation, but now I’m becoming aroused. You are so young and attractive; there is no man on earth who could resist such an opportunity. I decide you might not notice if I kept up the pretence of giving you a massage while I tried to view as much of your breasts as possible.

I start at the base of your neck working up to just around your ears. Then I move back down working out until I reach your kocaeli escort blouse. Your neatly pressed blouse is just hanging on the edge of your shoulder tips.

I can look over your shoulders and see the bountiful cleavage of your breasts packed tightly into your silky white bra. You are completely oblivious to the wonderful view of your tits you are giving me. Your head is bent over and your eyes are almost closed as you fully enjoy the massage I am giving you.

I decide to see if I can gain some more territory and so I change the style of my massage. I began using my thumbs to give a more vigorous massage starting at the base of your neck and working outward. As I reach your bra straps I move them an inch closer to your shoulder. Then I return to where your bra straps were and begin massaging out the bra marks left in your skin. You moan softly which lets me know you are enjoying this new version of the massage.

As I look over your shoulder I can see even more of your breasts and I watch them rise and fall with every breath you take. My penis is reacting to this scene by shifting around in my pants, slowly rising to attention.

Gradually I move your bra straps a little closer to your shoulders and repeat the technique of massaging out the strap marks. Now as I watch I can see the beginning of your areolas whenever you exhale. My penis is fully erect and straining to get out of my pants. I can feel a few drops of pre-come rising out of the tip. I wonder how much kocaeli rus escort further I can go before you realize what I am up to. I return to the base of your neck while keeping a close eye on your beautiful breasts, so close, yet so far away.

I have to try for more. I move my hands down your shoulders once more. This time lightly pushing your bra straps over the edge of your shoulders. You don’t seem to notice what is happening as your eyes are closed and you are completely relaxed. My penis feels like it could explode at any moment

At last I can see your nipples every time you exhale. They are bright red and standing at attention. I have never wanted to touch something more in my entire life. I begin to move my hands down your front a little bit, still giving the pretence of a massage. My penis is throbbing and all I can think about is fucking you, very hard and very fast.

Slowly you awake from your trance and unbutton another button on your blouse. The last vestige of clothing falls to your waist. I reach to your back and unfasten the hooks on your bra. It drops softly to the floor. I turn you around and begin to kiss you very hard, pressing my rock-hard penis into your crotch.

You kiss me back passionately, and I move my hands up to massage your ample breasts. They are so soft and pliant in my hands; I could fondle them all night. But I need more. I lower my face to your left breast and begin to gently lick your nipple with izmit ucuz escort my tongue. I prod and push your nipple mercilessly, alternating between firm and light rapid strokes.

You whisper, “Do you think we can find someplace to fuck?” I know just the place. The resting room is just down the hallway. You temporarily don your blouse and we quickly walk to the room.

Once inside we settle onto the bed and turn out the light. There is one window and it provides a modest amount of light for us.

We waste no time undressing, each of us removing the others clothes. Finally you are naked before me. You look so beautiful in the soft moonlight.

I move down to your pussy. I gently use my tongue to play with your clit using light alternating strokes. You are quite aroused by now and your cunt is waiting for me to enter. Your legs feel like spaghetti and are quivering in anticipation. I waste no time in pushing my cock into your wet waiting hole. It feels so good to be inside you. I know I won’t last long with all the teasing you’ve given me.

I look at you and you are playing with your nipples, pinching them while I plunge my cock in and out of your cunt. That’s all I can stand as an orgasm races through my body. I pump and pump, deep inside your pussy. I can feel your cervix moving as you reach an orgasm at the same time. We are both totally spent and lie there with my cock still inside you.

Suddenly we hear a security guard approaching down the hall and we decide it’s probably time to leave. We wait silently while he passes and sneak out as soon as it is quiet.

As we walk outside of the office building together I comment, “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow, and I hope we can go out for dinner afterwards.” I promise to last much longer next time. I always wanted to spend a Saturday night with you. And Sunday breakfast too.

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As they sat around eating, they began talking. Jenne told them of her recent transformation, and how amazing her week had been. She glanced at Angela with affection. “I’m so lucky that I found Angela, and I found you guys. It’s really been incredible.”

Cheryl got a mischievous look on her face. “So what was up with you the other day? You could hardly talk you were so distracted.”

Jenne blushed and told her about the vibrator.

“Oh my god! I would never have expected that!” she said.

“The hard part was to not come right in front of you. It was so incredibly hot, the vibrator, the sexy girl next to me. I almost jumped you right there at my desk,” She said with a laugh.

Cheryl turned to Angela, “Last night, I felt so sexy. You guys really know how to light up a club.”

Angela replied, “You were pretty hot, the both of you. I could get you jobs doing that in a heartbeat.”

“What do you mean?” Jenne asked, intrigued.

“Well, I’ve been working as a dancer down at the Catwalk Club for about a year now. They’re always looking for hot new talent. You two are naturals.”

Cheryl’s eyes widened. Jenne was silent, thoughtful. It was an interesting step, one she wasn’t quite sure about yet.

She smiled and said “You never know, but I think I’ll keep my day job for now.”

“All you have to do is ask. Hey! I have to work tonight, why don’t the three of you come down and check it out?”

They agreed and kept talking. The conversation naturally turned to sex. Jenne talked about how turned on showing herself off made her. Angela said “Another thing she likes, our naughty little friend is into anal sex.” Jenne blushed again.

“I’ve barely tried it!”

“I saw what it did to you last night, don’t deny it.” She laughed.

“Well…”

“Uh huh.”

At this point, it was obvious that Mark had recovered from his earlier exertions, as his member began to swell. Cheryl leaned down and began gently sucking. Soon, Mark was rock hard again. Smiling at the others, Cheryl squatted down and took his member in her pussy, her back to Mark. She rode him slowly, pulling nearly all the way out, then sitting again. She began rubbing her clit, and soon came. The earlier orgasm had improved Mark’s stamina, and as she hopped off his still rigid cock, she exclaimed “Next!”

Angela straddled Mark, lowering her face to his and kissed him deeply. She used one hand to guide his cock into her dripping pussy. As she fucked him, she whispered in his ear “I want you to take Jenne’s ass, can you do that for me?”

“Sure, absolutely,” he grunted.

“You can’t come now, save it for her.”

She moved faster, using her hand to furiously rub her clit, as he reached up and grabbed both breasts, hard. She came within seconds.

“We’re saving the best for last,” she said, looking at Jenne.

Mark stood up, and led her to the patio table. “Lean over,” he said. She did it, putting her elbows on the tall table. While he somewhat roughly moved her legs apart, Cheryl and Angela took up seats facing her, and both began masturbating.

Mark moved behind her, and guided his cock into her sopping pussy. He fucked her hard for a couple of minutes, as she moaned and grabbed the edge of the table. He withdrew his cock, and began pressing against her asshole. She looked over her shoulder and gasped “Do it!”

With mounting pressure, he worked his way past her tight sphincter, and sank his cock deeply in her ass. Despite the pain – this was the biggest thing that had ever been in there, the pleasure was indescribable. He slowly escort izmit withdrew until the head of his cock was still captured by her sphincter. He started entering her faster, as she moaned underneath him. Soon he was roughly pushing his way in, touching the spot that would set her off. “Come in my ass! Please come in my ass!” she repeated over and over. Soon he could no longer hold back, and within seconds of each other, they both came.

He kept his cock in for a while, still fucking her ass, until finally his member softened. He removed his cock, and Jenne stood up and turned around. “That was great, my ass is yours,” she whispered. She gave him a deep kiss and hugged him fiercely.

She turned around to applause from Cheryl and Angela. “I told you she liked it!” Angela said.

The afternoon was moving along rapidly. Angela told them she had to leave for work soon. They went upstairs, and Jenne received more praise for her huge shower, as all four were able to wash up at the same time. The got dressed and made plans for later in the evening.

Cheryl and Mark agreed to drop Angela off at her car, so she could head home and get ready for work. Jenne presented the skimpy bikinis to her friends. “You earned them today!” she said.

“Thanks for the best cookout ever!” Cheryl exclaimed as they were leaving.

“Any time at all, see you at 8:30.”

When everyone was gone, Jenne spent a little time cleaning up from the days activities. She set her alarm clock for 7:00, and went to take a nap. The bed already felt empty, without her friends to occupy it. She didn’t expect it to stay empty for long.

Jenne woke to the alarm buzzing. She got up and took a quick shower. As she dried herself off, she contemplated her clothes for the evening. “What do you wear to a strip club?” She thought.

She settled on a denim miniskirt that rode low on her hips and a bab=ydoll style white top with spaghetti straps. It flared at the bottom, and was short enough to show off her belly ring. She put her curly hair into loose pigtails, and put on a pair of high heel mule style sandals. She did her makeup, and headed downtown.

She met Cheryl and Mark in the parking lot. Mark was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and Cheryl had on a short sun dress with buttons up the front. She hugged them both, and they headed for the entrance.

Before the got there, Mark touched both of them on the arm and exclaimed “Panty check!”

Cheryl sighed and lifted her skirt, quickly displaying her lack of panties. “He thought of this on the way over. Humor him?”

Jenne grinned, and lifted the flared denim skirt. Her smooth mound was clearly visible before she smoothed the skirt down again. The continued to the door.

The bored-looking bouncer said “The cover is ten dollars.” She reached into her purse. “For him. You ladies get in free. Don’t forget the two drink minimum though.” Mark paid him and they entered the dark club.

There was a heavy bass beat, playing very loudly as they entered the club. To their left was a heavily made up woman in a neon green spandex mini dress playing pool with a customer. He seemed to be enjoying every shot.

To their left was the bar, and Mark ordered them three beers. After paying the lady, they walked down the short flight of stairs to the main room. The center stage was spotlit, and a nude blond in impossibly high heels was swirling around the fireman’s pole. There was a partially closed off area to their right, with several chairs and a man receiving a lap dance. To the left was kocaeli evi olan escort the DJ booth and a smaller stage, with several men watching a stripper intently.

Jenne glanced around with nervous curiosity as they made their way to a table next to the main stage. While there were a few couples, most of the small crowd was male. Mark walking in with two attractive young women had grabbed some more than idle attention. They sat down facing the stage and watched the stripper perform.

She was tall and slender, made taller by a pair of platform shoes so high Jenne was sure the girl would break her leg if she fell. She had long blond hair, a sunburst tattoo surrounding her belly button and a smooth pussy. Cheryl leaned over and said, “See? We’re fashionable.”

The song changed, and the stripper, seeing new people, sidled over, keeping time to the music. Mark reached down and placed a dollar bill in front of Cheryl. The stripper squatted down, swept the bill to the center of the stage, and looked directly at Cheryl. She cupped a breast, bringing it up far enough to lick the nipple. She moved both hands down her body and using her fingers, separated her labia. She rubbed her clit for a moment, then leaned forward on her hands and knees, she brushed her face against Cheryl’s cheek and whispered “Thank you.” She slowly stood up and moved down the stage to another customer.

Jenne pulled out a dollar, and placed it in front of her on the stage. After a few moments, the stripper noticed and crawled along the stage to Jenne’s seat. She sat down, and laid back. Bringing both legs together, she lifted them straight in the air. When they were vertical, she split her legs wide and using both hands masturbated for a moment. She then sat up, leaned forward and rubbed her breast in Jenne’s face. “Thanks”, she smiled and moved on.

The song faded and the DJ said “Let’s put our hands together for CAAaannnddyyy”, as the stripper pulled a see through negligee over her head and collected her tips. “Next on the main stage is Angel, let’s hear it for Angel!”

Jenne turned around and saw her friend sidling to the stage. Angela was wearing a transparent black blouse, a black half cup lace bra, a silky short black skirt and extremely high heels. She smiled at her friends and did a pirouette, causing her skirt to swirl up with a quick peek at her shaved mound. All around the stage, people started putting down dollar bills. Jenne set down a twenty dollar bill and smiled at Angela.

Angela danced over, raised her hands above her head and turned her back to her friends. She spread her feet and slowly bent over, giving them a full view up her skirt. Coming upright, she unbuttoned the front of her blouse to her navel. She looked Jenne in the eye, unclasped the front hook on her strapless bra and pulled it from beneath her blouse. She dropped it behind her on the stage, and squatted down to put the bill in her garter. She motioned for Jenne to lean forward, and when she complied, Angela leaned in and kissed her gently on the neck.

Angela stayed on stage for another fifteen minutes, giving sensual attention to everyone. When her set was over, she put her blouse and skirt on, and left the stage. She came over to her friends, and gave everyone a kiss and a hug, then sat in Jenne’s lap, putting her arms around her.

“I’m so glad you all made it! What did you think?”

“Incredible!” Mark said.

“I could have fucked you right there,” Jenne whispered in her ear.

“That was so hot!” said izmit rus escort Cheryl.

You guys have to try it! We’re short-staffed tonight, I guarantee I can get you on.” Angela said. “Say you’ll do it.”

Jenne felt butterflies in her stomach, thought for a moment, and with a deep breath agreed.

“Great! Let me go talk to Frank.”

With an excited kiss, Angela stood up and left to find the owner. A few minutes later, she came back for Jenne.

“Come with me to Frank’s office. He wants to look you over first.”

Tingling with anticipation, and more than a little nervous, Jenne followed her friend to through the door to Frank’s office.

“Frank, here she is – I told you she was perfect.”

“Angel tells me you want to go on stage tonight – you sure you’re up for it?” Frank said with a slight smile.

“It looks like fun, although I’m not really dressed for it.”

“That’s okay – if I let you on, we have costumes in the dressing room. Go ahead and undress for me.” he replied.

Just like that, moment of truth, she thought. She stood up, and with a nervous smile, lifted her blouse over her head.

“Nice, now the rest.” he said.

Jenne slowly unbuttoned her skirt, pulled it down and stepped out.

“Very nice – no panties eh? I guess you ARE up for it.” He laughed.

Frank made a gesture to do a slow spin.

“Very nice indeed. I’m just going to need one more thing for you before we can get this started.” He unbuckled his belt, and started unbuttoning his jeans. “Let’s see how you do with this.”, he said as he pulled out is hardening cock and sat down on the edge of his desk.

Jenne blinked and thought about it for a second. She moved forward and knelt in front of Frank. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this, but the idea made her horny as hell. She smiled up at him and reached for his cock, while using her tongue to slowly lick the shaft. She took his cock in her mouth. With one hand, she gently cupped his scrotum, while using the other to slowly pump his cock into her mouth. After a couple of minutes of this, Frank tensed and shot a load of come down her throat. As the hot semen shot down her throat, she sucked harder and finally her was finished. With his cock still in her hand, she said “Well, do I get to go on stage?”

“Oh hell yes…” Frank breathed, a satisfied grin on his face. “God I love this job. There are a few things to do first. You need to fill out this form, show me some ID, and pose for a picture for the file.”

When she was finished with the paperwork, Frank asked her to stand by the wall and took a couple of pictures with a digital camera. “Oh, what stage name do you want?”

“Jade.”

“Okay then. Angel, take her to the dressing room and get her a costume. She’ll go on in the next set. Just leave your stuff here, you can get it later.”

“Okay.” they both said.

Angela took her hand, and led Jenne down the corridor to the dressing room. “I am SO sorry, I didn’t know he was going to do that.”

“It’s okay, I did decide I would be open for anything after all.” Jenne replied.

“Here. Some gum, I doubt the clients want to smell Frank’s semen on your breath.” Angela giggled.

In the dressing room, there was another stripper sitting nude at a vanity desk. She looked up when they came in and smiled. “Tina, this is Jade, she’s going to be working tonight”.

“Hi Jade, I see you’ve already gotten started.” Tina said as she looked over Jenne’s body.

“Yeah well, it’s never too early you know.”

Angela brought her over to a rack of costumes and they began looking for something for Jenne to wear. After a few minutes, they found a sexy costume and Jenne got dressed. Angela helped her with her makeup and hair, and soon she was ready for her command performance.

A couple of weeks ago, Jenne’s life had been normal, if a bit boring, now it was going places she never imagined.

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Dara stared at the paper in her hands with disbelief. On the downloaded image from the internet was a slim blonde woman with breasts much too big for her body had both her hands wrapped around a monstrous penis. The penis was inches from her face, thick and veinous its head wet with precum. Dara had never seen a penis so huge. And worst of all, the woman’s mouth was open slightly. Her tongue seemed ready to run up and down the thick length of the shaft, her mouth ready to take it inside as her lips wrapped around the flesh.

Dara dropped the print out onto her desk in disgust. It landed beside the math book, pack of Marlboros, and small notepad she had removed from Billy Miles’ desk. She had noticed the group of senior boys gathered around him during study hall. She hadn’t said anything though. Being new to Middleburg High Dara didn’t want to make enemies of the students in her second week of teaching. Least of all did she want the captain of the football team hating her for embarrassing him for bringing pornography to school. It was worse enough she could embarrass him for many other things.

In the few days she was here, she caught Billy and a few of the other students leering at her. Dara would admit to anyone she lead a sheltered life growing up in private schools, and even during college she avoided doing much of anything that wasn’t related to classes or being a Phi Beta Kappa member. It was hard at times making friends with people who didn’t try bullying her into being more social, or to take more pride in her body. Dara thought she had a nice body, but it wasn’t anything to show off.

At 5’6 her shoulder length blonde hair framed a thin face with dark green eyes, a smallish nose, and lips a little too thick for her face. Thinking of her features, she almost laughed remembering her one boyfriend in college. Mark swore men, and women, less horny than he would pay for a glimpse of her body naked. Mark hadn’t seen that though, and Dara was sure his imagination had gotten the better of him. At best he had seen the swell of her 36D breasts under a tight sweater, or maybe the curves of her ass in form-fitting workout clothes she never dared wear to a gym.

Maybe she was sheltered, but she knew enough to recognize the lewdness hiding behind the deep blue eyes of the 6’2″ quarterback and his buddies. Dara admitted to herself if Billy were five years older and six or seven hundred percent less full of himself, she might have been attracted to him. As it was now, she had to figure out what to do. Everything in the pit of her stomach told her to bring the trashy picture and Billy Miles straight to the principal’s office. If the problem were off her hands, all the better. But she knew that wouldn’t solve anything. After a week’s suspension, Billy would be back to school and Dara would have made the worst enemy possible among the students. She needed to do something though. Everything she learned in her college courses suggested she needed to gain the respect of Billy and his friends.

Although part of her thought it wasn’t a good idea, Dara picked up the print out and pack of cigarettes off her desk and returned them to Billy’s desk just as she had found them. She intentionally left the notebook on her desk. She did wonder what sort of note-taker Billy was.

With half an hour left in the lunch period, Dara sat at her desk, screwed the cap off her bottle of Evian, and flipped open the notebook. She was surprised. From everything she suspected of Billy, it would have been natural for the notebook to be filled with scribblings, notes to his friends, and probably even lewd drawings. It wasn’t, at least the first ten or fifteen pages of it. Billy had tucked a copy of her algebra syllabus inside the small blue notebook’s cover pocket, and he had taken better notes for the first four days’ lessons than Dara ever had in high school. ‘Of course,’ a part of her whispered, ‘keeping his attention to the front of the room gave Billy the chance to stare at her.’

And then, the notes ended. Dara knew she had three full periods over the last week teaching the kids all about factoring and negative factors, but Billy hadn’t taken a single note. She flipped further into the notebook, and a folded piece of paper fell out onto her desk. Dara worried. Her Evian had been out of the faculty refrigerator for a few hours and the late August heat had made the bottle perspire. The paper from Billy’s notebook sat on her desk, its edge in the ring of water. Quickly she started to put it back in the notebook. Billy wouldn’t notice the water-logged edge. But she izmit escort bayan didn’t know where in the notebook it had fallen from, and curiosity was getting the better of her.

Unfolding the paper Dara wasn’t surprised – another internet porn picture. It was a picture of two women and a black man all naked beside a pool. A tall brunette with a tanned and supple body, heavy breasts and long legs stood fingering herself beside a lawn chair. On the lawn chair, the other woman, a blonde with shoulder-length hair and natural breasts laid with her back arched in pleasure and her lips encircling the second biggest penis Dara had ever seen. Dara looked away in a mixture of disgust and amusement. Maybe she had led a sheltered life. The two biggest penises she had ever seen, she saw in the same day.

Folding the picture, Dara slid it back into the notebook. She flipped through the rest of the pages, careful not to let drop any other loose paper that may be waiting to be discovered. Fortunately, there was only one. A handwritten note on blue note paper was stuck in the very back of the notebook. Dara unfolded it waiting for what sexual act Billy downloaded this time. But it wasn’t a picture, it was a note written between Billy and someone whose handwriting Dara didn’t recognize.

‘Yeah I’d do her. She has one hell of a body under those ugly ass clothes. Wish she’d realize that so I wouldn’t have to use my imagination in class so much. Just to see her once in a tight t-shirt or a low-cut top.’ Damn, Billy had written to start the note obviously carrying on a conversation or even another entire note.

‘Don’t get me wrong,’ wrote the other person in a heavy masculine scribble. ‘The bitch could be a hottie. But facts is facts. She ain’t never gonna be anything but a school teacher. One day soon those big hooters are gonna shrivel up and that pussy’s gonna go dry.’ Dara was shocked. That one of her students would talk about her this way, that any student would describe his teacher with so much vulgarity. Beneath the vulgarity, there was something in his words that really hurt. Dara lived an active life, as active as she was comfortable with. She had her own self-worth and to think 18 year old men measured her by how much of a slut she could be… Dara wondered how much those two women by the pool would have enjoyed each other without the muscular black man present. The thought distracted her, but she returned to reading the note.

Billy responded. ‘What kind of crack have you been smoking?’ That earned him a point or two on Dara’s respect scale. Still, he’d have a long way to go before she came close to forgiving his vulgar thoughts.

‘Only the best bro. I’ve had some fine pussy around this school and I’m tellin you I wouldn’t want it from her,’ wrote the other. I like my women to know who they are and what they can do. That bitch ain’t ever realized what a body she has. That tells me the bitch ain’t got no self-respect. She’s afraid of herself. So there ain’t no way I’m gonna respect someone who’s ashamed of herself.’

Some part of Dara hoped for another good response from Billy. She was disappointed. ‘Well, maybe you’re right. There is something about Ms. Farris that makes her seem so small and scared.’

‘Damn right I’m right. I know Cindy with her ten dollar blows up in the third floor bathroom has more self-respect. Hell, you remember that voting site I showed you?’

Billy wrote back, ‘Hottie-or-not.com?’

‘Yeah. I bet Cindy with all her acne could do better than Ms Farris,’ said the student who Dara so wanted to meet in a locked classroom with her taser and maybe her big uncle Joe.

Folding the note, Dara put it back in the notebook. She closed her eyes. There was just no way she could ever get through to Billy, and probably his vulgar friends. She was not about to wear revealing clothes to work. The thought disgusted and scared her. With student loans to pay, she needed the job at Middleburg. Dara thought there had to be a way to gain her male students’ respect without demeaning herself or fueling rumors she was a cock-sucking slut.

Four days later

Dara stared at her email screen disappointed. Since graduating college, the amount of email she received dropped to almost nothing. Only a note from her mom about her sister’s wedding plans, and an electronic digest from her Phi Betta Kappa chapter were in her box. Those messages had been in her box all week and at this point she still didn’t feel like reading them. She didn’t care much right now about her old honor kocaeli abal yapan escort society and who she knew was doing great things. And she knew all about Jenny’s wedding from Jenny herself. Her mother’s version of events would put her sister on a pedestal the rest of the family would have to bow down to.

Pursing her lips, Dara knew she was being too harsh. Her mother was just happy that where one of her daughters hardly dated at all, the other had found herself a lawyer. And she knew she should be happy for her old classmates too. But all week she felt depressed. More and more she noticed the cold stares of her students. At times she felt like she was talking to herself at the chalkboard during math class. And all around her, her sister, her mother, the landlord of her small apartment, and even her cat Minx seemed more confident of themselves and what they were doing with their lives than Dara. By week’s end Dara was almost emotionally exhausted. She hadn’t enjoyed her favorite Friday night television shows and her lemon tea sat cooling for an hour on her coffee table, untouched.

Where was her life going? If she couldn’t gain the respect of her students, she could be a real teacher. Without teaching, what had she spent the past four years of her life doing in college? So many of her friends from high school were making much more money than she was, and they had only gone to technical or trade schools.

Realization didn’t quit hit Dara. It more slinked out of her unconscious at the same moment the banner advertisement on her free email service changed. She had to respect herself and she had to be proud of her mind and her body. Even her 18 year old students could see she wasn’t proud of herself. And there was no way the woman pictured on the banner advertisement could be proud of herself, Dara thought. Could she?

The woman’s face was broad with sharp cheek bones and sunken grey-blue eyes. Her lips were impossibly thin and rested in a shadow cast down from her jaunted nose. She had what Dara thought was an overbite marring her smile and the large brown mole over her right eyebrow was anything but a beauty mark. Beside her face were the words Am I Cute or Not? Click here to vote!

Dara knew her vote before she realized she had clicked the advertisement. In a minute or two… her internet connection was terribly slow… most of a site loaded in a new window. Along the top of the screen, printed in dark blue letters on a while background was the site’s title. Growing tired of waiting for all the site’s images to load, Dara clicked the text link at the bottom of the page titled ‘How it works.’ After a few minutes of reading, she had to admit she was amused. Apparently the site was a voting booth where visitors not only submitted photos of themselves, but also voted on just how cute the other visitors were.

Dara thought for a moment. The rules were simple. No pornography, no images of people who weren’t really you, and no harassing the people who posted their pictures. But could she? Dara looked down at her body and closed her eyes. The rise of her breasts pushed against the fold of her terricloth bathrobe. With her left hand she pulled up the bottom edge of the robe higher and higher over her left thigh. Her legs were smooth and fairly long. As her hand rested beside the blonde public hair hiding the narrow slit of her vagina, her right hand drifted down across the full of her left breast. Her fingers moved in slow circles around her nipple. As her nipples rose hard against the terrycloth, Dara’s left hand rubbed against the moist lips of her vagina, two and then three figures working back and forth against her clit. In the darkness behind her eyes she imagined herself standing beside a pool, working herself up to a crushing climax, watching a blonde go down on a muscular black man. She could hear the other woman’s groans mixed with her own gasps of self-pleasure, the other woman’s body arching upward as she was wracked by one orgasm after another. The man pulling his nine inches of smooth black cock out of the other slut’s mouth, his eyes locking to hers, inviting her to come and taste.

Dara snapped her eyes open. The climax left stars ringing the edges of her vision. She looked at the thick moisture between her legs, her large breasts loosed from her robe, her nipples still erect. On the computer screen before her was the picture of a mousey brown-haired girl a few years younger than Dara. As her breathing stilled, Dara looked at the screen and clicked izmit evi olan escort a ‘4,’ trying to forget the images she used to bring her to her first orgasm in months. The next image on the screen was an equally mousey girl with glasses, a crooked smile, and small beedy eyes. The image looked like something out of a high school year book – definitely a three.

Still horny, and looking at pictures of women who she thought… no, knew she looked better than was doing something for her self confidence. Brazenly, Dara had an idea. In the drawer of her desk were pictures from the last time she and her sister Jenny went to Palm Beach. Somewhere she remembered Jenny snapping a picture of her in a swimsuit. She was right. The suit was an old yellow and black Bodyglove one-piece she had since her freshman year in college, and even then she remembered it to have been second-handed. The suit wasn’t especially sexy, but it did give her a bustline that looked on the verge of spilling into a 36DD.

She held the photo in her hand for a few moments debating just how smart a thing it was to put something possibly ‘racey’ on the internet. The chances of anyone she knew seeing it were pretty slim…

As Dara scanned the image into her computer, she had an even more brazen idea. Maybe it was the small rush of self-confidence looking at all the other women who had put really tame pictures on the net, or maybe it was the restlessness she felt between her legs… Dara didn’t think the swimsuit picture would be appropriate for the site. Everything was so tame, and everyone was so bland. Outranking them wouldn’t be very much fun, especially if she didn’t score as high as the crooked-smiling blonde girl.

She tried to remember the website Billy Miles mentioned in his note. Dara typed in the address. Unlike the pastels of the previous site, this new website had a black background with red headline fonts and white text. Dara was surprised by how bare it looked. The site title was scrawled across the top of the page at an angle: Hottie or Not. Beneath the title an image slowly loaded of a puckering blonde woman wearing a red midrift that barely covered her over-sized breasts. Her top read ‘Hottie.’

Well, Dara thought, if she could compete with women that looked like that, not even Billy Miles could make fun of her. She looked for the submission instructions. They were as brief as the site design. The instructions read, ‘to submit a picture for the ranking use the FTP option below Ginger on the main page. Please no porn stars, models, or pics swiped illegally. Authentic classy ladies only.’

It seemed simple enough. With a quick browse of her desktop, and a click of the upload button, the screen changed to a brief ‘thank you for your submission’ screen. Dara was ready to log off the internet when she noticed the little ‘e’ in the top of her browser was still turning. There was more of the site to load. After a few moments the thank you screen was replaced by a blank black screen. Dara guessed there were a lot of images to load. Maybe she would get a chance to see the competition.

Something cold ran through Dara’s body as she watched the first image load. It was nother blonde woman, her hair stringy and wet against her scalp. Droplets of water hung from her pouting lips. As more of the image loaded, she was topless. Her breasts were huge. Dara guessed at least 40EE. Watching the first image load, Dara sat fearful of what she had gotten herself into.

Soon the whole image loaded, and another. Both were of very large-chested women. Both women’s public hair was shaved, their faces made up with so much make up, they were both so slutty and erotic. They faced opposite each other, around the Hottie or not logo which now featured two brunette women eating out each other in a 69 position. Dara’s stomach grew light. She felt almost dizzy as the image text appeared.

‘Hey guys!’ She read, all her horny urges spilling away. ‘Welcome to the web’s greatest girlfriend post and vote site. Each week we take your submissions and vote on which of you have a girlfriend who is TRULY a hottie. If your girl wins, we’ll photo manipulate her image and put her in steamy sex pics with today’s hottest porn stars. See your girl fucked by another man, fucked by a group of men, going girl-girl, doing one guy and a girl, or even in the middle of a hot orgy.’

Dara covered her face and was ready to cry as this week’s winner, Laurie from Sacramento, California appeared on screen. Her simple snapshot of her beside her boyfriend was turned into Laurie naked, her lips fuller, her hips wider, and her breasts at least two cup sizes larger than real life, riding atop the cock of a well-muscled Latino. Laurie’s next picture had a smile on her face as she held in each hand the erect cocks of two black men while an Asian woman knelt between her outspread legs.

Dara collapsed onto her keyboard, sobbing.

To Be Continued…

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Denise rose from her bed, pulled off the baggy t-shirt she’d slept in, donned her dressing gown and padded into the bathroom. After her morning wash and tooth brushing she brushed her long dark hair. Looking at herself in the mirror, she sometimes felt she was looking at a stranger.

Gone was the skinny tomboy who loved to play football on the wreck, climb trees, and anything the boys were doing. Now at 18 she’d suddenly bloomed into what can only be described as a woman. Her long dark hair reached down to the middle of her back. Her lips were full and her high cheek bones gave her a beautiful exotic look. Her breasts were already a 36c. A flat tummy, cute round bum plus her tanned shapely legs finished the look she had today. The trouble was, with this changed body came new emotions and feelings. She’d noticed how the boys had changed towards her about 8 months ago. No longer wanting to play footie with her and stuff. In fact treating her totally like a girl. She’d noticed how they always tried to be alone with her. They started talking to her tits and she also noticed that they always got huge lumps in their football shorts. 8 months ago she didn’t have a clue what was going on with them. She does now though. Tony had had the guts to reveal what this lump was. He’d taken her hand and showed her how to toss it off. Since then she’d wanked quite a few boys off. They liked to look at her ample tits or stroke her bum while she did it. Denise hadn’t had full sex yet. Was in no hurry. It was enough that she got to bring the boys off and satisfy herself in her bed.

Just lately though, she’d noticed older men looking at her. Not just looking, but actually ogling her. Young men and even some pensioners she noticed were weighing her up. It’s got so bad that most of her male teachers have been caught by her looking at her legs under the desk. Even her P.E teacher couldn’t keep away from her. He was always standing behind her showing how to hold some racquet or bat. Seemed to her they were just excuses. She could definitely feel something pressing against her arse and she wasn’t that naive not to know what it was anymore. Her tutor was the worse culprit. Mr Williams was always trying to get glimpses up her skirt and see her knickers. He was about 45. Quite handsome and a very large man. She wondered if his cock was the same as the young lads she was used to. Or would it be bigger. She was going to do her best to find out today. She’d already got herself a 30minute detention for talking and had to report to Mr Williams at 3.30 after school. Denise got her self dressed as normal but instead of her usual big blue school knickers she put on her bright red thong. She was going to enjoy today.

One bus ride later and Denise is sat in her tutor room. Mr Williams is there taking register. She can see him keep peeking at her over the top of his glasses. When that was complete he tells the class to read. When everyone had their face stuck into a book she glanced up at him. He had some papers held up high but she knew he was looking at her legs under the desk. She slowly opened them until they were quite wide and he could get a view of her thin thong inside her pussy lips. The shaking of his hands was a dead give away. He’d seen her. That gave her a lot of satisfaction. He’d be more than shaking this afternoon with what she’d planned.

3.30 came round really quick and Denise was surprised at how excited she was. Before she went to the classroom, she went into the toilet. There she removed her bra and thong. So determined that she was going to see his stiff cock. Walking into his classroom he looked up from the papers he was marking and his mouth dropped open. Before him stood Denise with a lot of cleavage on display. Shutting his mouth he tells her to take her usual seat. She sits, crosses her legs and waits for him to say something. He gets up and comes around the desk towards her.

Whilst trying not to ogle her young breasts he gives her some work to do. She could swear he was already semi. Not good enough. She wants him rock hard. Back at his desk now she gives him 2 minutes and opens her thighs. Her naked pussy is on display. She lets her hand caress the inside of her leg so that her fingers rub against her wet cunt lips. Williams coughs and excuses himself saying he’s got to go get stuff from the store room. He quickly runs in and slams the door. But not before Denise had seen the huge bulge in his trousers. She gets up from her desk and heads to the door. A small moment of hesitation and she quickly opens it. Williams jumps, but there’s just no way he’s able to stuff that huge knob back in his pants in his condition. She switches the light on and walks in. This was the biggest cock she’d seen. Not like a boys one at all really. This was about 9inches long and was very veiny. The helmet was big and angry. Denise got on her knees and fully opened her shirt and replaced his hand with her own. With long slow strokes she pulled his foreskin up and down. Pre-cum was oozing out the end izmit escort of it and it was starting to make a slapping sound. She watched his balls tighten up and knew he was going to cum. Pointing his knob at her tits he spurted load upon load over them. Much more than she was used to. She gave his cock one last squeeze and left him standing there. Denise pushed the door fully open and was shocked to see Mr Jones the headmaster standing there. He’d obviously seen what she’d done because he had his own stiff knob in his hand. Jones had to of been 60years old. It amazed this young girl that someone that old could still get erections. So having no choice in the matter, she got a hold of his prick and pulled him back into the store room. Reopening her blouse so that he could see her jugs she gave him what Williams had. He too came in a short time. The cum just oozed from him though. But she still liked it.

Walking home she was smiling to herself. Pleased to of found this new power she had over men. And she intended to make good use of it. She laid in bed that night with the handle of her hairbrush gliding in and out of her wet pussy thinking about what she’d done that day. She knew they would treat her differently from now on. She only wished she had someone she could share this with. But there was no-one she trusted enough to tell something like this to. No. It would have to remain her secret. She meant to have many more of them as well. Tomorrow was Saturday. She couldn’t wait to see what adventures she could conjure up that day.

Strolling around the town with a list from her mother, Denise decided to try the new jeans and t-shirt she’d seen in Dorothy Perkins, before she got the shopping. Picking the clothes of the rack, she made her way to the changing room. Slipping off her shorts and top she happened to become aware that she was being watched. Through a gap in the curtain she saw a man trying to discreetly peek at her. He was trying really hard not to let his wife see. With new found confidence, she undid her bra, turned round and pulled her thong off. Bent slightly so that her cute round bum was staring him in the face. When she turned to face him, she bent again so that her large tits hung and licked her lips staring at his lunchbox. He sort of shivered and made some excuse to his wife and ran from the shop. That was a bit quick, but enjoyable though. She knew he was in some loo tossing himself off.!0 minutes later, she’d made her purchases and left the shop, making her way to get her mum’s shopping. When she walked around the corner, there stood the man from the changing room. Waiting to go into the loo. Denise kept walking towards him and smiled slightly as she passed him. Denise noticed that his hands were deep in his trouser pockets. Obviously trying to hide something. When she reached the next corner she quickly glanced back and he was following her. Any other girl her age would of been frightened. But she new what he wanted and was quite prepared to give it to him. She made her way to the multi-storey car park and pushed the button for the lift. Stepped inside and he joined her before the doors shut. Pushing the button for the top floor he quickly undone his zip and his prick stood up proud and hard. Without a word she grabbed it and wanked it before somebody stopped the lift. His hands were mauling her tits and he soon lost control and came all over the lift doors. She left him with his cock still dribbling, leaning against the lift wall and made her way to Tesco’s.

Her eyes roamed all around the shop. So many men to tease. Some on their own, some with their wife’s or girlfriends. All ages. Didn’t matter what their age, they were easy prey for her. Her pussy was absolutely sodden after that experience in the lift. So she made her way to the cafeteria where she knew the toilets were situated. Entering a cubicle, she dropped her jeans and brought herself to a tremendous orgasm. Satisfied for now, Denise completed her shopping and went home.

After lunch, Denise thought to go and sunbathe in a small clearing she knew of. Getting changed into a nice white vest and high cut shorts, putting a book and towel in a bag she set off. It was a really hot day and she looked forward to having a lazy afternoon. Spreading the towel on the ground she looked about and seeing nobody around slip her vest off. With a hand full of lotion she rubbed it all over her body. Settling back with her book, Denise started some serious reading. It wasn’t long before she thought she could hear voices. Looking about there was no-one to be seen. Eventually, probably due to the heat she dozed off. Only to be awakened by sounds close by. Peeking through her shades she was stunned to see 2 men stood either side of her. They were both looking down at her tits. But more to the point, they were both wanking as hard and as fast as they could. Denise decided to play possum. Her hand that lay on her tummy crept down to her shorts and slipped under the waist band to her bubbling pussy. The men were watching izmit anal yapan escort every move she made. One of them got down on his knees quickly followed by the other. Denise’s fingers slurped in and out of her wet pussy and that sent the men over the top. cum flew at her from both sides, covering her tits and belly. They squeezed every last drop out of their softening pricks and crawled back into the woods. Giving them enough time to get out of sight she sat up and took her glasses off. Made a big show of finding the spunk on her tits, shrugged, and rubbed it in. She knew they were watching and knew what they’d both be thinking of tonight in their beds.

Saturday night was girls night. So after bathing, she did her hair and make-up and put on her shortest mini dress because of the heat. When she’d finished she looked a lot older then her 18years. More like a woman than some woman she knew. She looked hot, and knew it.

She step out the front door and headed for the taxi that had just arrived. The driver looked to be around mid thirties and mentally undressed her as she walked to the taxi. Getting in the back, Denise told him her destination and the car pulled away. For some reason she noticed, the driver had re-adjusted his mirror. A girl her age was obviously not a driver, but even she knew there was no way that he could see out the back window with it like that. That could only mean that he was trying to look up her dress. Ok. she was cool with that and parted her legs. He was now driving with one hand and if she moved slightly she could see him squeezing a hard cock through his trousers. She placed both hands on her thighs and let them run up the inside of her legs. Her thong was in clear view and the driver was panting so loud she could hear it in the back. She reached under her dress and pulled her thong right up into her pussy and he literally came in his pants. Making a man do that was a totally new experience for her. But hoped she would have it many times again.

She met the girls outside the club. She wanted to tell them the stuff she’d been up to, but knew it was too risky. She could get quite a few people in trouble. Not including herself. She wasn’t sure if they would understand anyway. How do you explain to your friends, or anybody for that matter, how you love to tease cocks. Most people females she knew weren’t like that. No it was better to keep it secret. They paid their money and went down the stairs. Denise made sure she was last in line. The two bouncers she’d been flirting with were in their normal place. She’d been teasing these two for ages now. They were always trying to get her to meet them after they finished and go to a party. The guys were both black. Very big and built like outhouses. They made her 5′ 3″ seem really small. Their hands were huge and she often fantasised about them caressing her body. Maybe, if they played their cards right, she would meet them later. Denise said hello to the guys. They as normal, answered to her tits. They told her that if she wanted a drink later, they would be down the back, once the main doors closed. Telling them she’d see them later, Denise went after the girls. After an hour and a half and lots of dancing, the three other girls had partnered up and were obviously try to leave with them. Problem was, it wasn’t the done thing, leaving one of them on their own. After promising to catch a cab directly outside, she made them go and enjoy themselves. She would make plans of her own.

Walking to the back of the club, Devon and Alex were already there waiting for her. They wanted to know where her friends were. She explained that they’d already left and that she was finding her own way home. She also explained that she was supposed to be staying at one of the girls homes tonight but wouldn’t be now. Shame because her mother wasn’t expecting her back till the morning. Devon wanted to know where home was and when she told him, it transpired it wasn’t far from the flat they shared. She accepted the offer of a lift home and Alex said that she could call in for a drink on the way, which she also accepted. A look passed between them both and they bought her a drink.

At 2.30 they left the club and made their way to the car-park. The vehicle was a customised ford van. Alex opened the passenger door Denise got in the middle. Devon drove. She noticed that both men kept looking at her legs which were on full view. Every time Devon changed gear, his hand kept touching her. Alex’s right leg was pressed up tight against her left one. She made out as if nothing was happening. When they arrived, they both showed her into the front room, told her to help herself to a drink while they got their suits off. Pouring herself a coke she sat in the middle of the sofa and switched the TV on. When they returned she was more than pleased with what she saw. Both of them were kitted out as if they were going for a workout. Both of them were wearing vest tops which showed their muscular arms gebze escort and chests off to perfection, and leisure bottoms. If she wasn’t mistaken, they weren’t wearing underwear either. Fetching themselves a can they came and sat either side of her. They all chatted for a while and Denise excused herself and went to the loo. Once inside she removed her bra and thong. She had a quick feel of her wet pussy lips, then went back. Alex noticed at once that her bra was gone because her huge nipples were poking through. Devon was a little slower, mainly because he was a leg man.

Denise stayed standing, pretending to look over their CD collection. She bent down to see the ones at the bottom and her dress rode up over her bum cheeks. When she looked back both of them were squeezing their lunch boxes. Sitting back down she asked if they were both alright, as they looked uncomfortable. Devon and Alex both looked at each other and Alex pulled out the biggest blackest cock she’d ever seen. It was so large she wondered if she’d be able to wrap her fingers round it. Devon, seeing that Denise hadn’t minded, got his out as well. That was her second shock. His was bigger and fatter than Alex’s. She said that maybe they would be more comfortable if they took their bottoms right off. Both men stood and dropped their bottoms to the floor and sat back down. Devon said she should relax as well if she wasn’t in a hurry to get home. She stood and removed her dress as they watched and played with their erections. When her dress hit the floor they both stood up and made a grab for her. In seconds both men were pressed against her and she could feel Alex’s hard-on in her tummy and Devon’s pressed into her back. Two pairs of hands were fondling her all over and she had a cock in each hand. They pushed her back to the sofa and Alex’s mouth found her large nipples. Devon licked up her legs and when she opened them stuck his tongue in her pussy. Alex got to his knees and wiped his wet cock all over her face. Moving down Denise was able to get the tip of his prick in her mouth and greedily sucked on it.

Devon, his face wet from her juices, got his cock in position and nudged her lips. Denise was more than ready for his cock. He pushed until the helmet slipped in and then pushed harder. Denise was unable to make a sound with Alex’s fat cock in her mouth. She loved it though. Pre-cum was dripping out of her mouth and she squeezed his balls. They both got hold of a tit each and were both pumping their cocks in and out of her holes. Devon was ploughing her pussy harder now and his eyes were squeezed tight and she knew he was about to cum. Alex’s knob barely fitted into her mouth it was so swollen. Devon was first. She felt the first splash of jism deep inside her belly and he just kept pumping. Denise lost all senses then and started to come herself. Her come flooded out all over him. Alex, seeing his mate cum, shot his spunk down her throat. It came so fast she couldn’t swallow it all. It came out the sides of her mouth. As they came they kept fucking her. She’d only ever really shagged boys before. She was used to boys who were so overjoyed about fucking her, that they just banged her till they came. And that was your lot. These were men and they knew how to fuck. She knew that these two were going to do her good.

They all sat back on the sofa and relaxed. Both the guy’s were sat with their heads back and eyes closed. Denise took the opportunity to compare dicks. Alex’s was lying across his left thigh, pointing towards her, cum still dribbling out of it. The foreskin was pulled back and it still twitched now and again. Looking over at Devon’s, his was laid down over his balls, which like his cock, were massive. He had no foreskin and she decided she had no preference. With or without, she didn’t care. Denise took a cock in each hand and gently teased them back to life. She needn’t of worried, they were far from finished with her. Their cocks sprang back to life and Devon pulled her head towards his. She could only just get his fat helmet in. She could taste her own cum on it. Another new experience for the day. She felt Alex’s finger enter her pussy from behind and lifted her leg to make it easier for him. Removing his finger, he got to his knees and shoved his cock so hard into her from behind, Devon’s cock was forced further into her mouth making her gag. Every time she pulled her head back, Devon would push his cock back in further. Both the guy’s were getting frantic and she could tell that very soon they were going to give her another load of spunk. Suddenly, as if they planned it, both of them pulled their dicks out and spunk splashed all over her face, tits and belly. Denise sensuously rubbed it in whilst the guy’s watched. There was a copious amount and it took plenty of rubbing. Both the men were still very horny by the look of their dicks and Denise settled back for a long night of shagging.

In the morning she awoke very sore. She’d never in her life been used the way she had last night. Whichever way she’d turned, one of them was shoving a cock in her pussy or mouth. Her legs had been shaking and she’d felt well used. She crept into the bathroom to get washed and changed. She was fully aware that if they saw her before she got out of the house, they would try to fuck her again. One thing was certain. She absolutely loved big black cocks. More and bigger the better.

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My wife (Rita), her sister, and one of her close female friends were hanging out for a weekend of shopping and girl time. They had spent all of Saturday at the outlet mall and various other stores, shopping mainly for clothes for themselves and some for the kids. I stayed home with the kids to allow the ladies to have their time together.

When they got home, I had a nice dinner ready for them. The kids and I had already eaten, and I put all of them to bed before the ladies returned home.

After everyone had eaten and gotten comfortable, the ladies started emptying their shopping bags, showing me what they bought. They showed me some kids clothes and talked about the good deals they had found. Then they got to the clothes they had bought for themselves, and my wife’s sister, Rachel said, “Let’s try everything on again and do a fashion show!” The other two agreed that it would be fun, especially since they had split up at times and hadn’t seen everything the others had bought.

Now all three of these ladies wear approximately the same size clothes. All of them are petite, with slender figures and smaller breasts. My wife’s friend, Amanda, is a little more toned than the other two, probably because she is single with no children. Rachel’s butt and hips are a little bit curvier, and Rita has the best hair and prettiest face. Her eyes are especially captivating, so that you are drawn in, staring at her beauty without even realizing it.

The ladies decided to take turns each trying on a new outfit or clothing item, then modeling it for the rest of us. Rachel volunteered to go first, so she took her shopping bags into the master bedroom.

A couple of minutes later, she walked out into the living room where the rest of us were, wearing a thin sweater and leggings. The sweater was form-fitting and was especially tight around the curves of her rear. We clapped for the model and her new clothes.

Next it was Amanda’s turn to play model. She came out wearing a short sleeved athletic top and tight yoga pants. The athletic clothes fit her personality and showed of her toned arms and legs.

Finally it was Rita’s turn to try on her clothes. She took her bags into the bedroom and came out a couple of minutes later with a silky button-up shirt tucked into a pencil skirt that went just to the knees. I always like seeing my wife in a skirt that shows off her smooth, slender legs.

It was back to Rachel’s turn, and she excitedly rushed back into the bedroom for some more clothes. This time she came out in a floral dress that came down to her mid thigh. Normally she dresses pretty conservatively, so I would have thought she would wear leggings under this dress. For whatever reason, she chose to go without them for this fashion show, and I’ll have to admit that I did not mind what I saw, especially when she sat down on the couch, causing the dress to ride up farther.

Amanda went in to change and came out also wearing a dress. Hers was longer, reaching below her knees, but it was pretty low cut and tight in all the right places.

When it was Rita’s turn, she said, “Let’s all just move into the bedroom. The king-sized bed has plenty of room to sit on, and it will save us from walking back and forth.”

All four of us proceeded to the master bedroom, where my wife proceeded to disrobe in front of us down to her black lacy bra and panties. Rachel was accustomed to this, since as sisters they changed in front of each other all the time. Amanda was a little bit surprised, I could tell, but quickly got over it. Actually, I was pretty surprised because my wife is normally a very modest person, though I was certainly not going to be the one to complain. Rita pulled a dress out of a shopping bag and slipped it over her head. Hers was a “little black dress” with a moderately low v-neckline and a flowing pleated skirt that reached just above the knee. She did a twirl, causing her skirt to fly out prettily and also giving us another view of her lacy panties. I clapped escort bodrum a little louder than the others at this display. Another part of my body was also starting to enjoy this fashion show.

When it was Rachel’s turn, she said she actually wanted to try on Rita’s dress, so Rita obliged by pulling it back over her head; once again leaving her in her underwear. She didn’t seem to mind, especially since it was warm in the bedroom. Rachel surprised me by taking her dress off right there in front of us as well, rather than stepping into the nearby closet or bathroom. I looked away from her and toward my wife, but Rita smiled at me and motioned back toward her sister. Rachel had a basic nude-colored bra and light pink no-show panties that I noticed were a little sheer. I could actually see a little bit of black pubic hair showing through the fabric. She looked over and smiled at me when she saw that I was checking her out. She slipped Rita’s black dress on and shimmied a little to get it in place over her slightly larger hips. She looked good in this dress as had Rita.

Now it was time to see if Amanda would be the shy one or if she too would undress in front of me. She looked uncertainly at Rita for a moment, and then when Rita have her a “thumbs-up” and winked and smiled at me, she unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. She was wearing purple thong panties and a lime green bra. The combination was bold, but actually quite nice, though I tried not to stare too much. I was sitting right next to my wife while we watched after all. Amanda then pulled another athletic outfit from a shopping bag. There was a tank top and a short pair of shorts. She quickly pulled on the shorts, but then looked sheepishly at Rita, saying, “This one has a built-in bra, so…”

“Oh, just go for it!” said my normally proper wife.

Then to my surprise (and delight if I’m being honest), Amanda turned her back to us, reached behind her back with both hands, and unclasped her bra. She pulled her arms through the straps and tossed the bra on the bed. She had a very nice toned back, with smooth looking skin. When she lifted her arms to put the shirt on, I caught just the slightest glimpse of the side of one of her small breasts, probably 32A if I was guessing. When she turned around, I could see the outline of her erect nipples showing through her shirt. I was now thoroughly enjoying the show and it was evident by the tent forming in my shorts. I’m pretty sure Amanda noticed what was happening in my pants, because she blushed a little when I caught her looking that direction.

Rachel quickly doffed Rita’s dress and threw it back to her where she sat next to me on the bed. When Rita caught the dress, she looked over my way and saw the start of an erection growing in my pants. She smiled at me rather mischievously, and put her hand on my thigh, very close to my crotch. This cause my penis to grow a little more, until I nearly had a full erection, though I was trying my best to keep calm. It was Rita’s turn again, so she gave my crotch a pat and got up. She looked in one of her bags and brought out an athletic shirt somewhat like the first one Amanda had tried on.

Then she said, “Amanda could I try on your shorts with this shirt?”

Amanda stripped off her shorts and leaned across where I was lounging to hand the shorts to Rita. She leaned over my legs, and when she did, I got a great view of her butt cheeks in the thong. Her body was also quite close to my growing penis as she brushed against my legs.

Rita pulled on the shorts and after we applauded, she resumed her spot on the bed next to me. Her hand also resumed it’s former position near the bulge in my shorts. She pointed and drew my attention back to Rachel who was digging in a shopping bag until she pulled out a lacy pink bra. At this point Rachel unclasped her bra, and pulled it off, only without turning her back as Amanda had done. I got a good look at her small, perky breasts once bodrum sınırsız escort the bra was off. Her nipples were dark brownish pink and stuck straight ahead, like maybe she was becoming aroused. Then I realized she was staring right at me, making no effort to cover herself or to put on the new bra. Not only that, but Rita’s hand, which had been gradually inching toward my crotch had reached it’s target, and she was now slowly caressing my boner through my shorts.

I was amazed at these normally prim and proper ladies who were undressing in front of me, and in my wife’s case, fondling me while the others looked on. They were indeed looking on, both Rachel and Amanda were staring at Rita’s hand moving over the bulge in my shorts. Rita was smiling wickedly as she pretending like nothing was out of the ordinary. Rachel realized finally that she was supposed to be trying on her new bra, so she slipped it on while making a pouty face and struck a pose like a Victoria’s Secret model. We all laughed and clapped at this, but there was still some serious tension building in the room.

Next, Rita said that it was my turn to try something on. She pulled a dress shirt and slacks out of a shopping bag and motioned for me to try them on. I looked questioning at her and then down at my obvious bulge. She smiled that same wicked smile as before and motioned for me to proceed. I slowly stood up, causing the tent in my shorts to stick out in a very obvious fashion, and pulled my shorts down so that my stretched-to-the-limit boxers briefs were showing. I took off my shirt, while all three girls watched intently. I put on the dress shirt and then the slacks, though the zipper was challenging in my current condition. I strutted around the bedroom to the sound of applause until my wife said they forgot one part of the outfit. Then she pulled out a pair of blue silky boxers and threw them at my face. I put them on my head, and they all laughed, though the laughter was tinged with nervous anticipation. Then I took off the dress pants and decided to go for it. I carefully pulled down my boxer briefs with my back to the others. One if the girls whistled and I felt someone slap my butt cheek. Before I put the silky boxers on, I turned around, giving them a full view of my erect penis and testicles. The whistling and laughter does down immediately, as all three caught their breath, and Amanda even let out a little cry of surprise or maybe nervousness. I thrilled at the opportunity to show them my goods, and my penis bobbed and twitched, showing my excitement.

My penis is pretty average in length, but maybe a little thicker than average. Either way, it is straight, not curved, with a well-shaped head, and I keep my pubic hair trimmed up neatly. I think it is a pretty nice penis. These girls seemed to like what they saw, judging by their reactions. Even Rita, who has seen me naked plenty of times, seemed excited by the display. After just a few seconds, I pulled on the boxers, but didn’t bother with the pants. I lounged back on the bed between my wife and Rachel, making no effort to hide my arousal.

There was definitely an air of excitement, like an energy surge through the room. Rita replaced her hand on my bulging boxers and gave me a squeeze while the others looked on with rapt attention. I looked around to see that Amanda’s nipples were poking out the material of her tank top even more than before, and she had a hand resting on her thigh, rather near her own crotch. Rachel’s body, still clothed in only her pink bra and sheer panties was against my right side, even though there was plenty of room on the bed. Amanda was beside and somewhat in front of Rachel, so that she had a clear view of Rita and me.

I wouldn’t have ever dreamed before today that my wife would act this way, but she was clearly enjoying putting on a show for the other girls. She was every so slowly stroking my erection through my silky boxers, which bodrum otele gelen escort felt fantastic. It was all the more exciting because we had an audience. Rita leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. She looked up, seemingly to make sure the others were still watching, and then leaned back over and we kissed more passionately. My breathing became a little bit labored, and then I noticed that I was not the only one. It sounded like all three of the ladies were breathing a little harder as well. I sat up slightly so that I had a little more leverage, and ran my hands up and down Rita’s smooth back under her shirt. She moaned slightly, showing that she enjoyed the sensation. After a little more kissing and rubbing, I slipped her shirt over her head, then unhooked her bra and slid it off her arms. She undid the buttons on my shirt and pulled it off.

We continued kissing and caressing, with her stroking my clothed penis and my bare chest and back. I was touching all of her exposed skin, now including her small, firm breasts. I broke off the kiss and slowly kissed a trail down her neck and then between and around her two beautiful boobs. I kissed right up to a nipple and then took one of her hard nipples on my mouth. I sucked and nibbled on her sensitive nipple to her obvious pleasure. Actually the action seemed to be pleasurable for everyone in the room. I could hear Amanda and Rachel breathing hard and lightly moaning, so I glanced over to see that Rachel was rubbing her vulva through her panties and Amanda had her hand inside her thong, all-out pleasuring herself. Both of them were staring right at Rita and me, watching me suck on one nipple and caress the other breast with my hand. All the while, Rita continued to slowly stroke my clothed erection. It is an understatement to say that I found the whole scene highly erotic.

After a few minutes, we could not wait anymore, and Rita and I pulled off each other’s underwear. As soon as we were naked, our hands immediately found each other’s bare genitals. Soon enough our hands were not enough satisfaction, and we found ourselves getting into position for sex. Rita was on her back with her legs spread wide, and I was kneeling on front of her.

At that moment, I realized that we were about to have sex in front of my wife’s sister and her friend. I paused briefly and looked to make sure they seemed okay with it. When I looked at Amanda, she had one hand inside her panties, rubbing vigorously on her clitoris, while the other hand was roaming up and down her body, stopping to tweak a hard nipple, then continuing on over the rest of her body. Her shirt was pulled up most of the way to give her better access to her skin, and her eyes kept closing in ecstacy only to open again so she could watch us.

Rachel was still very close to us, actually she had positioned herself so that she could watch my penis enter Rita’s vagina. She had a hand inside her own panties and was breathing hard while squirming around with pleasure. Her eyes never left our lovemaking as I slowly pressed my erection into Rita’s waiting hole. The amazing feeling of a tight grip all around my penis, while sheathed in velvety softness is beyond my ability to describe. I knew that in my overly excited state, I would have to be careful that I did not release my load before Rita was ready. Luckily, she was also especially excited, and after only a dozen or so long strokes, her body began to tighten and convulse with an orgasm. That was my cue, so I released my own sexual tension with a torrent of semen. It was the biggest, most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced, and the quantity of semen that I shot deep inside my wife seemed like ten times the normal amount.

Both of us cried out, and then I realized that it was not both of us, but all four of us that were crying out in orgasmic bliss, as the other ladies followed close behind with their own explosions of pleasure. We all collapsed in a heap on the bed, breathing hard.

After everyone caught their breath, we got up and cleaned off. Everyone put themselves back together, but no one felt the need to get fully dressed. We all felt so close and connected to one another during that time that we just enjoyed being together until gradually we all drifted off to sleep. Something like this will likely never happen again, but an amazing memory was made that day.

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Lord Wyatt Browning was having an awful month. After bringing home the horse he had purchased from Lady Montgomery, the mare they had hoped to first mate him with fell ill. After she was well, there was nothing they could do to make them procreate. They tried the stallion with other mares, equally as fertile, and nothing. The animal wouldn’t even get an erection.

Wyatt had written to the Montgomery household, in hopes that the stable hand would be able to come out and diagnose the animal. He’d spent a pretty penny on the thing and he wanted to get his money’s worth. He received a response quickly, stating that the stable hand, Paul, and Lady Colette would be coming out to the Browning estate, in hopes of determining what was amiss. Wyatt rolled his eyes upon reading that Colette would be joining. He knew that his father and mother were happy with this, as they believed her to be a good match for him, but that didn’t matter. He didn’t find her appealing in any way, but he also knew that wasn’t required for marriage. Men all over the country, including many of his friends, took mistresses. Or if they weren’t in the market for a mistress, dalliances with the maids were equally as acceptable. If the maid threatened to talk to the lady of the house, she was fired.

As he relaxed in his room, he thought of the lady his friend, Robert Chemsley, the Marquis of Kent, had taken to the opera. He didn’t catch the lady’s name, nor even caught a glimpse of her face, but Lord she had the body of a goddess. A small waist that flared into generous hips (“More than enough to grab on to,” Chemsley had winked) and a perfectly shaped derriere. Lustrous blond hair piled atop her head, and the slight glimpse he caught of her face gave way to full lips and a pert nose. But the attribute that Wyatt held most dear was the size of her breasts. Oh, how he longed to bury his face in between them. He felt his cock stir at the thought of the glory he knew Chemsley must have partaken in, and felt no need to stop thinking. When he had seen her, her gown was low cut enough to make her breasts spill over the top, the perfect ivory skin forming delightful half moons above the hem. Wyatt closed his eyes and reached into his trousers, stroking his cock with one hand and pulling his trousers down with the other. He imagined pulling her dress down and taking a breast into each hand, pushing them together and inserting his cock into the warm crevice they created. How she would moan and squirm and beg him to fuck her as he worked quickly between her breasts. How he would stop, only to take each straining nipple into his mouth one after another, bringing her to orgasmic levels of delight with his fingers on her clit.

Wyatt’s cock throbbed at his ideas and at the quick work of his hand. It had been several weeks since he had fucked the maid at the Montgomery household, and his balls were aching for release. He moved his hand faster, thinking of how wet this mystery lady would be and how tight her cunt would feel around his cock. As the thoughts crossed his mind, he very quickly and forcefully came, the ropes of cum spurting enthusiastically onto his hand. His rapidly beating heart slowed as he leaned back into the chair, a half smile on his face. At least there was one cock that still worked, he chuckled to himself.

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Snow had begun to fall when they were half-way between the Montgomery and Browning estates, and showed no signs of stopping. Colette pressed her face against the window of the coach, squinting in an attempt to see where they were. She sighed in relief as she took in the rolling grounds and tall walls of the Browning household. The snow was coming down heavier, the wind picking up and swirling it over the roads.

“We’ve arrived, my lady,” her driver called down from his perch, and she heard the shiver in his voice. Beside her, Paul, the stable hand, breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She turned and arched a brow in his direction, and he sheepishly smiled.

“I’ve never liked travelling in bad weather, my lady. Makes me nervous,” he said, blushing. Colette chuckled and waved her hand, dismissing the comment.

“I feel the same way, Paul. If the snow doesn’t stop within the next hour or so, I shall implore our hosts to allow us to pass the night, until it’s safer for us to travel,” she said, patting his knee in reassurance. The coachman opened the door of the carriage, holding out his hand to assist her down the steps. She gratefully took it, stepping down onto a sizeable mound of snow. She quirked her eyebrows at him.

“Can’t be helped, my lady. This was the spot of the least amount of snow,” he said apologetically. Sure enough, when she glanced around she saw drifts at least knee high.

“Very well,” she said “At least help me get through it and up the steps,”

Colette was assisted through the drifts and the sharp wind, and deposited at the front doors of the beautiful Browning house. She knocked on bodrum escort bayan the door, her hands freezing and cheeks stinging. The door was opened by a dignified butler, and closed after she and her party quickly stepped into the foyer.

“Lady Montgomery, I presume?” the butler asked, his voice a nasal baritone. Colette curtsied shallowly and nodded. “Right this way,”

The butler led them into a tastefully decorated parlour, where Lord James awaited them with a tray of hot tea and biscuits.

“Ah, you made it through the storm,” he said, smiling as he bowed slightly at Colette’s curtsy. He motioned for her and Paul to take a seat, and motioned for the maid to pour the tea.

“Yes, my lord, although the journey was not without its moments” Colette replied, motioning for a bit of cream in her tea. James chuckled, his eyes taking in her beauty. Yes, he thought, this lady would be perfect for Wyatt. The fact that she was wealthy by her own right was merely a gift. The boy deserved a beautiful woman, as he himself had found in his late wife, Lorraine.

“I assume that this gentleman here is Paul?” James asked, leaning back in his chair and sipping at his tea. Paul nodded, bowing his head down for a brief moment.

“That is correct, my lord. He’s here to see what’s amiss with the stallion,” Colette supplied, sipping her own tea and reaching for a biscuit. She looked over at the entrance when Wyatt walked in, her eyes not betraying the maelstrom of emotions that fluttered in her stomach when she saw him again. Had she been a lesser woman, she would have licked her lips.

Wyatt was a tall man, muscular but not to the point of terrifying. He had his dark brown hair cut in the current style, and a clean-shaven face. But it was his eyes that drew Colette into their pure turquoise depths. When she had seen him last, he had looked her over once and dismissed her, inquiring simply about the horse and nothing else. She had been disappointed, but knew that it was due to her bony body.

As he walked past her to be seated next to his father, his eyes flicked over her again, but this time he actually stopped in his tracks. Colette smiled inwardly and bowed her head in greeting as he did the same.

“Lady Colette, this is my son, Lord Wyatt,” James said, motioning for Wyatt to sit down. “But I believe that you two have already met,” James saw the look of interest in both sets of young eyes… and the look of raw hunger in his son’s.

“Yes, my lord, we did meet but for a few moments when he came to pick up the stallion,” Colette supplied, sipping at her tea and refusing to meet Wyatt’s bold stare. A few moments of silence followed, each sipping at their tea or biting into biscuits. James, wanting to leave the two of them alone, put down his cup and slapped his hands on his knees as he stood up.

“Well, Paul, shall we go see what the matter with the horse is?” he asked. Paul nodded and stood, following James out of the parlour saying “I think it may just take some time for him to get used to his surroundings, sir,”

Colette watched them go, unwilling to turn her head back to where she knew Wyatt watched her. She had seen him at the theatre a few days ago, while attending a show with the Marquis of Kent, and caught a few of the hungry looks he’d sent her way. She had become so turned on by them that when she arrived home, she had spent hours tirelessly frigging herself, wave after wave of glorious orgasm flowing over her. But it wasn’t enough. She was still hopelessly aroused, but unwilling to seek help elsewhere. She began to breathe heavier, a flush creeping down from her cheeks to her chest, as she slowly turned her head. Moving her eyes to meet his, she was taken aback by the wolfish hunger she saw.

“Lord Wyatt?” she heard herself ask, her voice huskier and breathier than normal. He blinked and appeared to pull himself together.

“My lady, were you at the theatre with the Marquis of Kent a few days ago?” he asked, his voice slightly deeper than she remembered. She nodded slowly, setting her cup down and clasping her hands together.

“Ahh, so it was you,” Wyatt said, moving from his chair to stand and look out with window into the winter storm. His cock was remembering the brief interlude upstairs before she had arrived, and was beginning to harden at the new development of the lady in question being in his household. She smelled of roses, he had noticed, and of arousal.

“My lord,” Colette said softly, causing him to turn around slightly to glance at her. “I do fear that the roads will be much too treacherous for us to travel home this afternoon. We did have such trouble travelling this morning. May we impose on your hospitality, at least until it lets up enough for us to travel?”

Wyatt nearly laughed out loud in glee at this proposition. The beautiful lady he had dreamed of was to stay in his home, at least for the night. He tried not to show his enthusiasm. bodrum otele gelen escort

“But of course, Lady Colette. We wouldn’t dream of sending you out in this mess,” he replied, motioning to the maid that stood just outside the parlour.

“Please ready a room for Lady Colette, as well as quarters for her travel companions,” the maid bobbed a curtsey and scurried off. Colette smiled then, the same brilliant smile that she had bestowed upon him in her stables only weeks before.

“Thank you ever so much, Lord Wyatt. If there is anything I can do to thank you, be sure to let me know,” As soon as the words were out of Colette’s mouth, she regretted them. Wyatt’s beautiful eyes widened and darkened and she knew what he was thinking. Only the same thing that she was.

“It is of no trouble to us, Lady Colette, but I will be sure to think about what kind of repayment we can negotiate,” his voice had lowered even more, and he stepped away from the window to sit beside her. Colette felt faint, and it wasn’t from the corset she now had to wear to fit into her gowns. Wyatt took her hands in his, his thumbs stroking her palms and his knees resting against hers. Oh God, Colette thought as she resisted the urge to bite her lip. Her sex began to tingle, and she knew she only had a few moments until wetness would form there and she would need to remove herself from his presence.

“Can you please direct me to where I shall be situated? I am feeling a little tired from the journey and wish to rest before supper,” Colette stammered out, carefully extracting her hands from his and standing up. Wyatt caught a faint whiff of a woman’s arousal and rejoiced internally. If a touching of palms and knees turned the lady on so much, it would be a delight to attend to her with more bold caresses. But, he knew that now was not the time for such advances.

“Certainly, Lady Colette,” he said, snapping his fingers for the butler to come into the room. Upon his arrival, Wyatt asked him to take Lady Colette to her rooms. Colette thanked him again, and followed the butler. After they had gone, and there was no one left in the parlour, Wyatt rubbed a hand over his semi-hard cock, adjusting it to a more comfortable position.

Soon, he thought as he attempted to calm it down. Soon.

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Colette was shown to a beautiful room, decorated in shades of purple and silver, and thanked the butler. She waited until the door was closed before flopping onto the bed in mortification. Her sex was throbbing insistently, with such delicious pain that she near rolled her eyes back into her head. A timid knock at the door as it was slowly opened had her sitting up quickly, scared that it was Wyatt following her in. Instead, a small maid presented herself.

“Lord Wyatt said that you were wanting to rest before dinner, and thought that I may be of service to help with your gown,” She said quietly, her eyes downcast. Colette moved off of the bed and presented her back to the maid.

“That would be quite helpful, to be honest. I can never get comfortable in these things,” she said, the maid coming up behind her and unlacing and unbuttoning with surprising speed. Once the gown and corset had loosened sufficiently, Colette held the front in place and turned to the maid.

“Thank you, I will be alright from here,” she said, smiling. The maid bobbed a curtsey and left the room as quickly and quietly as she had arrived, closing the door behind her. Or, at least that’s what Colette thought. In fact, the maid had simply closed the door over, leaving a gap wide enough for someone to see into the room to the bed, were they to stand close enough. This was exactly what Wyatt had requested when he sent her to unlace Colette’s gown.

Colette shimmied out of her dress and corset, breathing a sigh of relief as her breasts were able to breathe. Since gaining her shape back, with a bit of extra weight, the gowns and corsets were almost unbearable in their tightness. Her nipples were hard with arousal, and sliding her hand down her body to the inside of her chemise, she felt the heat her cunt was emitting. She groaned softly as she moved her hand slightly closer to the heat, whispering her fingertips along the top of her mound.

She quickly moved herself to the bed, removing her chemise as she walked, but leaving on her stockings as she wished to get straight to the task at hand. Pleasuring herself in someone else’s house was adding to her arousal, especially the house of a man she found herself undeniably attracted to.

She lay down, propping herself up on the abundance of pillows at the head of the bed, attempting to calm herself. But it was no use, she throbbed and ached and felt herself getting wetter with each moment.

Throwing caution to the wind, she moved her hands to her breasts and closed her eyes. Playing her fingers over the gümbet escort sensitive nipples, she arched her back and let out a muffled moan, imagining that it wasn’t her hands doing so, but Wyatt’s. Plucking her nipples alternately with her left hand, she slowly stroked her right down her stomach to the top of her thigh, inching inwards towards her aching mound. She ruffled the hair and rested her hand as she did each time, her index and ring fingers on each lip and her middle finger lightly stroking up her slit. Wetness was already seeping outside of her slit, and she shuddered slightly as she increased the pressure of her stroking and nipple plucking. She thought of how Wyatt’s hands would feel doing these things, and her breath coming harder.

After teasing herself sufficiently, she slipped her middle finger through the lips and swept it from the entrance of her cunt up to her clit, stopping there and circling it. The pleasure was instantaneous and so great that she began to orgasm almost instantly. Wanting to draw out the delicious feelings and increase them, she removed her left hand from her breast and dove two fingers into her sopping cunt, relentlessly driving them in and out.

The waves of passion and completion rolled over her for what seemed like hours, her cunt clenching her fingers as she continued the rapid in and out, her head thrashing about and her soft moans getting louder as each crest broke. She moved from one orgasm to the next without any downtime, bringing herself to a higher peak of passion with each pump of her hands and flick over her clit. Wetness slipped down onto the bed, and she was grateful that the bedspread was a dark colour. As she felt herself drifting into the blissful state of post-orgasm, she turned her head towards the door and stopped her motions. The door was slightly ajar, a tall figure with bright eyes stood there, stroking himself on top of his trousers.

The man she had just imagined pleasuring her was standing outside her door… and had caught the whole show.

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When Colette had excused herself so abruptly, Wyatt wondered if it was because she was uncomfortable with him, or uncomfortable with the feelings he evoked in her. When she stood quickly before he had risen, he smelled the distinctive scent of arousal wafting out from her, and wondered what she was going to do to take care of it.

As the butler led her to her rooms, he waited a few moments, deciding his options. He could take to his rooms alone, take to his rooms with the new scullery maid, or sneak a peek at what Colette was doing. He stepped into the hallway, looking around for one of the upstairs maids. He spotted one, and walked briskly over to her.

“Mary, is it?” he asked, and at her nod continued “Mary, I would like you to go ask Lady Colette if she needs any assistance removing her gown to help her with her rest. When you leave her room, do not close the door all the way, as I shall be checking in on her to ensure that she is comfortable in her rooms,”

Mary nodded again, and scampered up the stairs. Wyatt rocked back on his heels for a moment, congratulating himself on not giving his intentions away. He merely wanted to peek in, ensure that she was resting, before moving on to his rooms to take care of the problem growing in his trousers. He walked slowly up the stairs and towards Colette’s room, and upon seeing Mary exit and leave the door ajar, he quieted his footsteps so as to not startle the girl.

He looked in, but did not see Colette. He heard a slight groan and thought perhaps there was someone else in the hall, but after a quick look saw no one. Looking back into the room, he watched Colette cross quickly to the bed; removing her undergarments as she walked, save her stockings. She lay on the bed, leaning against what he would call an abominable amount of pillows, and began stroking her breasts. He hardened at an alarming pace, careful to keep his breathing quiet. He watched as her one hand moved downwards and her legs spread, but he didn’t see what she was going to do, as her leg was bent and shielding her from being exposed. Leaning closer to the door, he heard the soft moans she was emitting as her hips jolted upwards and her body shook, and he was surprised at the quickness of her orgasm. Thinking she was done, he stepped back a little, but moved right back to his former position, placing a hand on his throbbing cock as he watched her other hand move quickly downwards as well, and she spread her legs even further. Her leg fell and he saw that she was working herself with both hands, her head thrashing back and forth and her hips moving at an incredible pace, the sound of wetness being thrust into and moans drifting to the door. He felt the tell-tale signs of pre-cum drip from his cock into his trousers and bit back a moan of his own.

Wyatt dipped his hand into his trousers and began to move his hand over his hard cock, getting more and more aroused with each orgasm he saw wash over Colette. He noticed that her hands were slowing and as he didn’t want to get caught, he removed his hand from his trousers and rubbed it over top instead. In one heart-stopping moment, he watched as she slowly moved her head to the direction of the door, her motions stopped completely, and her eyes widened in alarm. He was caught.

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Creativity. It’s what fosters great art, great food, great architecture and…great sex.

New Year’s Eve. The date that defines my soul every year. Is it the day I live for? Perhaps not, but I couldn’t live without it. It’s the day I see Lee. We meet at a cabin on the shore of Lake Superior. Lee picked the place. She loves the wall of windows facing the lake. She loves that there are no curtains. So many times we have made love in front of the windows, candles flickering, bodies intertwined. And every year is so different.

We sit and chat for awhile, sip champagne.

Except the year she showed up wearing a full length fur coat. I opened the door for her, she stepped in and slowly dropped it. Wearing nothing else, not a word was spoken. Not for an hour. When we were done, I took her face in my hands, smiled and said “hi”. She looked at me with those emerald, green eyes, and kissed me again. Another hour of Lee. The amazing woman that every man wants, almost every man.

Why do we meet once a year? It’s what life has handed us. If we could, every day would be New Year’s Eve. But, instead, we have our one night. Except the year it snowed three feet. Two nights, two unforgettable nights. She wore fishnet stockings that year. I wore Armani Code. I know how musk drives her crazy. I love how it drives her crazy. The fishnets didn’t survive. We did. Her hands against the cold glass, her back to me, legs spread. Oh, if anyone was out there, my what a sight to see. But, that is Lee, the exhibitionist. The one that has nothing to hide. The one that gives. The one I want to give to. One year, she wore a cheerleader’s uniform on New Years. I did point out that most of the time they wear panties. She didn’t think that was a good idea. I agreed. The Rose Bowl was never better. The fantasy of every man. Almost every man. She is my fantasy. 364 days a year, she is my fantasy. One day, she comes true. She never asks me what I want. She knows. She is creative. She is my inspiration.

Each year, we take turns choosing a theme. One year, she brought an X-rated DVD and we re-enacted all the scenes. Everyone of them except one. There was a threesome with two guys and a girl. She looked at me with that devilish grin of hers. My angel can be a devil at times. One of the few times I ever said no to her. She wasn’t serious anyway. I knew that. I think I knew that.

Being a chef, I chose a food theme once. I made her a sexy, aphrodisiac meal with lobster, a whole artichoke slowly peeled and sensuously dipped in Béarnaise and pulled though her teeth, deep red, heart shaped beets with a drizzle of crème fraîche. I hate beets but they looked so good! Then for the dessert, she was the dessert. Her breasts were like two large, very large, scoops of ice cream with chocolate and toffee syrup slowly dripping down, a touch of whip cream to circle her hard nipples. Drops of cherry sauce down her stomach, a path to heaven. Then I feasted on the sweetness of the syrups and the sweetness of her.

An unforgettable night, as they all are.

Our sticky bodies needed a shower, so much better together. I do love what she can do with a bar of soap and her hands…

This year, it’s my year to choose. I noticed that there will be a solar flare on New Year’s which means, Northern Lights, Aurora Borealis or perhaps Areola Borealis. The theme I have chosen is colored lights. I have ultraviolet, black lights; ultraviolet body paint, a high-def video camera, and I will give my little imaginative exhibitionist all she can handle showing off what she is.

Now, with the paint and the lights to enhance the beauty, that only becomes more with each passing year, I will give her opportunity beyond what she has had before. There will be many people out, enjoying the Aurora Borealis this night, the weather in Duluth is forecast to be balmy for this time of year – what the locals call January Thaw, or nearly so. The camera will be icing on the cake. I will tri-pod the camera to catch every nuance of her, and her moves and my desperate lust that I never seem to quench no matter how often I have her.

The paints are ready, the brushes, soft and natural hair in varied sizes await only our ministrations. Bodies transformed into canvases for all on the street to see.

When her knock comes, I am startled from my reverie and hurry to open the door. She stands, with her hand on the rolling bag she brings that holds her treasures. Things she brings to lure, and tempt and tease me with. I finally remember to breathe and as I take in deeply a breath of her, she smiles and glides into the room over the lush carpet that muffles her heel steps.

The fur coat is sloughed off of her shoulders and carelessly discarded to the chair. She is mine, at long last once more and she turns to receive me.

I move gratefully into her outstretched arms and feel the heat of her buxom breasts press deeply into my heaving chest. Tears well in her eyes, giving me to know that I am so welcome here in her embrace and she has bodrum escort bayan missed me too, so much. She holds me tightly, breathes in my scent at my neck and I feel a hot tear runnel its way down my neck to my collar. “Sweet man.” She whispers against my neck and she holds me tightly, not wanting to release me to see her tears. I hold her then, let her have this moment to compose herself and regain herself.

I feel her body shudder. She shudders with anticipation with desire. She shudders with her tears. I know she is crying. She always does when we first touch. She cries for release, a year of anticipation. She cries for joy. She cries because she is a woman and knows I will treat her better than any man has ever done before. I never let her see my watery eyes though. Her strong, confident self melts into a loving, sexy goddess. Eager to please. Eager to be pleased. I know her secrets and she knows mine. We make secrets together. Our secrets are our true selves. Now smile for me Lee. Our time is short, let’s not waste a minute. Let’s make some secrets, in front of the windows for the entire world to see!

No one knows her as I do. She is, in her real life, away from me strong and confident and independent and things are always expected of her and she meets the challenges of her life with substance. Here with me though, she is someone, something else. I allow what she needs to be here, and she does so for me.

You may wonder what the matter is with me. Not caring myself if people, strangers, see her beautiful form enjoying what I give her. Why don’t I balk at allowing the coitus in the window and little public displays of too much leg or lack of under things at dinners or movies or dances? Why? Because her heart’s desire, is my only focus, one night and day of every year.

Now, with the paint and the lights to enhance the beauty, that only becomes more with each passing year, I will give her opportunity beyond what she has had before. There will be many people out, enjoying the Aurora Borealis this night, the weather in Duluth is forecast to be balmy for this time of year – what the locals call January Thaw, or nearly so. The camera will be icing on the cake. I will tri-pod the camera to catch every nuance of her, and her moves and my desperate lust that I never seem to quench no matter how often I have her.

Lee stands with her hands against the cold window, blindfolded, wearing nothing but my paint. She can sense my presence, smell my musk cologne. I move close to her. I step back to admire. The black lights are illuminating her beautiful body, and the colors. I can see the anticipation on her face. My palm grazes her hard nipples, just barely. They get even harder. Her hands still on the window, naked. Mine to explore. I start at the ankles and feel those toned legs. Each of them. A touch, a caress, a lick. My hands firmly caress her legs from the ankles to the top of her thighs. I run my tongue from the crack of her ass to her neck. Her stance becomes more pronounced. Legs spread, slightly bent, breasts waiting, ass quivering. I stand close behind her. She can feel my legs touching hers. She can feel my hands on her shoulders as they slowly move around to her breasts. To caress her nipples, to lift them, to feel their shape, to feel their power. I kiss her on the neck and push against her. She can feel my hard cock against her back. I lick her ear, she moans. I pinch her nipples, she moans. She bends over more, begging to be fucked. I take my cock in my hand and tease her clit. Just the tip in her. Then nothing. She squirms. She wiggles her ass, trying to get some cock. Not yet babe. I pinch her nipples a bit. I do love the way her tits bounce when I play with them. My cock is rock hard thinking of her. I guide my cock into her. Just half way. I stop. Pull out. Tease it a little more. Then I put the tip in, grab her by the shoulders and pull her hard down onto my cock.

Her breath catches sharply and I feel her tense all over. Her hands splay sharply against the glass on the window, and though I cannot see her face, only a reflection of her in the glass back to me, I see her expression. She is delighted and surprised. Why she is always surprised, amazes me. She should know this…feeling, this experience of me by now, but each year, each time, it appears as though this is the first time, she is ecstatic for me always. I am flattered and encouraged by her reaction.

I move for her, slowly, rhythmically and enticingly. I say for “her” and not myself, because from the time I begin planning the next year, it is ever about Lee.

She moans, loves this and the paint on her body is glowing wildly in this black light I have illuminated. What are the people in the streets seeing right now? I don’t care, but she loves it. Loves knowing her show is playing down on the boulevard.

Finally I can take it no more, and I have to withdraw. I can’t have this end to quickly.

I hear her whine, lightly, she is disappointed, bitez escort but she knows why. I turn her, grab her by the bottom hard and pull her to me, crushing her beautiful breasts to the fur and sweat on my chest. My hand goes to the back of her lovely long neck and I begin to devour her mouth and I get lost. I pull the bind fold off. I need to see those eyes.

She’s breathing hard through her nose, but her tongue is in play, and fully engaged with my own. Then she draws back a bit and takes my lower lip between her beautiful bright white teeth. This is a treat for her, she loves this nipping thing. She can never indulge this delight with her husband, I am the only one who will allow her this. I hold, stock still. I dare not move now, and she giggles through her teeth, into my mouth.

As she holds fast to my lip, her hands find first my manhood, and the other my bottom. She squeezes both simultaneously. I cannot help but smile, as impossible as that task is in this position, she loves the power she wields in this room every year. I would do anything for her, accept anything from her and indulge her as a treasured child regardless the request. As I ponder these things she releases me entirely and dances her way to the music player on the credenza at the other side of the room to change the music.

She puts on some country western band I do not know and pulls a chair to the center of the window and indicates for me to sit there. I do.

Her body paint is spectacular in this black light and she leans down to me, whispers at me “Club Rules Apply” she says “No Touching the Ladies.” I realize then I am about to receive a lap dance. I place my hands obediently at my sides, holding the seat of the chair and I smile, anticipating.

As the song begins, she sways, closes her eyes and feels her music. The words of the song describe a man who has been wild his whole life and she smiles and eyes still closed, touches herself all over, melding the body paint into wilder color variations and shapes. “Sweet Annie” the words of the song wail, and she comes to me, straddling my lap and ridiculously hard, long cock, that aches for her heat once more.

She lowers her heat to me, rubbing tantalizingly up and down against my cock, she is wet now, slimy wet and I see in her face that my hardness is delighting her flower. I want to move my hips, but I know her rules from years past and there is a consequence for misbehavior in this chair. I squelch the urge and breathe deeply trying to be calm and be patient.

She lowers her weight onto my legs, brings her buxom breasts to my chest, holding firmly to my shoulders and she nibbles my ear, breathing there, and goose bumps form on my flesh, covering me. Her hands run down my arms, feeling for them and finding them. She giggles and retreats from me, leaving me desolate.

Dancing before me once more she hears and feels the crescendo of the song and her motions are stark and strong and her breasts bounce as she throws back her head and raises her arms with the finale’.

The music ends and silence fills the room except for our raspy breathing. The game is done, I am released I know, and I rise from my chair prison and grab her hard. It’s my turn again. With my hands on either side of her hour glass waist she laughs outright and goes limp in my grasp.

“Bend over.” I demand. She gasps, as I turn her quickly around and she drops her hands to the floor. “Spread your legs baby.” I tell her. She complies and I take hold of my throbbing cock, half afraid I will let go too early, I pause, take a breath and just touch her wetness with the end. My urge is to plunge myself into her depths and release, but the evening is much too young for that.

Slowly, I indulge myself in her heat, the scent of her wetness rises to my nose and I drop my head back, close my eyes and inhale of her. “Oh BABY” I exclaim. As her body envelopes my hard on, I try to distract myself slightly, looking out the glass to see the walkers on the street. Several are looking up now. Has she seen the lookers yet? We are back from the glass a bit now, but still visible from the street it would seem.

I decide its time for a bit more of a show, so I begin to pound her a bit harder and she moans, her breasts swaying with my movements.

“Look!” she says, she’s seen them, her voyeurs. “Yes, I see them.” I tell her and give her a hard pump that makes her squeak with a bit of pain. “Be Nice!” she tells me. That’s what she always says as warning to me that I’m too exuberant with my depth. She loves my girth, the thickness fills her she says, but she is not a fan of my length and I must always have a care that I don’t try to bury myself, because she cannot comfortably accommodate all of me.

“My legs are getting weak.” she tells me, so we move to the bed.

She’s on the bed, on her hands and knees. I have painted her entire body with fluorescent paint. The black lights are on, the camera rolling. Beautiful gümüşlük escort art on her beautiful body. I spent hours painting her. Geometric forms. Organic forms. Words. All well thought out. All meticulously crafted. The paint I used is a grease paint. It doesn’t dry. It smears. This is performance art. I am about to destroy everything I have created. I am about to smear the art. I am about to create new art. The art of love. The designs on her breasts will become smears. She will transfer them to me. The way she rubs them against my body. Streaks across my chest from her hard nipples.

That was the lap dance. A lap dance from a lady with the best tits in the world. They drive me fucking crazy. On her hands and knees, I love to lift them. Feel their weight in my hands. Caress them. Pinch the hard nipples. I have no paint on me. By the end of the night, I will be covered. From her. Sweet, sensual, sexual, her. The red on her lips will be streaked on my cock. I love the way she sucks my cock. She makes love to it. I adjust the camera as she lies on the bed. Her body wide open, begging to be fucked. My cock twitches as I look at her. I zoom in on her wet pussy. This is where I want the camera. I want it to see me tease her clit with my cock. I want it to watch as I slowly give it to her. I want it to see her hands grab my ass and pull my cock into her. I want it to see me fuck her soft and fuck her hard. I want it to see her toned legs wrap around mine and fuck me back. Two people, making love. Two people fucking hard. She has me so hot. Her teasing. Her tits on me. Fuck this. This won’t last long. But, its only the first fuck of the night. There will be more… many more, so, with that confidence in my mind I feel myself release, let go and I just revel in her.

She feels me spew my hot seaman in waves into her and I hear her low satisfied laugh as my own guttural grunts escape my throat. “God baby…” I say as I pull my over-sensitive cock from her heat.

She stares at me, and takes my hand, leading me off the bed and back in front of the huge window. She pulls up a desk chair and sits there. “Now, have a little taste of me.” she demands.

My knees are weak and I am thankful for the chance to get off my feet. I kneel before her glorious long dancers legs and trimmed but not naked flower and I drown in that sea green gaze. She needs what I’m about to deliver. “Do you want me to dump what you gave me first?” she asks? “No.” I tell her. She wants to have me do this now, not three minutes from now, not at my leisure, or to my comfort, but now, for her, as she is. I know this from many times before. She cannot ever feel that anything about her is repulsive to me, and it never is, or ever will be.

There have been years when she has come to me here and she was cycling. Bleeding lushly, and although she would rinse well beforehand, I still tasted and felt of the blood freely flowing that day. She is so sensitive then, was so delighted for my mouth on those occasions. She climaxed so wildly, vividly, screaming with her release and grabbing at my hair and arms.

I loved those times. I have never felt as gratified, as needed and desired by any woman ever in my long life as I did on those days when I gave her what she so desperately needed from me.

And now, as I kneel before this woman I adore to pleasure her for the first time tonight, I am more grateful than I can even express.

My hands lightly glide up from her ankles, smudging my art along their trail to her knees and then thighs and inner thighs, moving her legs slightly apart, and she raises her arms above her head, stretching, throwing her head back and closing her eyes in anticipation of what she is about to receive.

Just before I lower my head and eyes to her sweet wetness I see her turn her head to the window once more and open her eyes to see her audience, whomever they might be down on the boulevard. She loves my ministrations, but she loves her audience also.

I take a deep breath of her, blow out my hot exhalation onto her lips and kiss her inner thigh. She purrs. I lick her lightly, ever so lightly because the lighter I touch her here, the more she feels me. I tease her like this for just a little while, because she gets impatient with me if I tease too long and I don’t want the angst to come.

When I feel her begin to moan and squirm, I intensify my efforts and lick her clit harder and faster, occasionally dipping my tongue deep into her and I taste my own salty fluids there. My hands wander north now, finding her beautiful full breasts and I know that she delights in the nipples on both being pinched as she climbs this peak. Had I three hands, I would use the third to fill her with fingers too, but alas, I must try to decide which she needs more. I am rewarded for my choice by her intensified moans as I pinch her firmly.

Her breath is coming quickly now, her sounds insistent. I know her so well, she’s climbing quickly and I will push her hard over the edge of her precipice soon.

There. A breathless screech, then no breathing at all. Her thighs quiver, her hands on my shoulders dig in, and her whole body strains with the orgasm. Her head is back, eyes closed, I can’t really see all that with my tongue still working hard but I know what she looks like, what she’s doing, how she’s feeling now.

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Dan And Donna Take Advantage Of A Business Trip

Dan met her while he was an under graduate at Nebraska. He had finished his military commitment in the Army after taking his ROTC commission, entering as a First Lieutenant. He had risen to Captain, lately commanding a small unit of Special Forces. Dan had decided that he wanted to get his career on the fast track after leaving the Army so he took advantage of his GI benefits and entered Nebraska on an accelerated Masters Program. He hoped that by keeping to a tight schedule and limiting his social activities that he could get his MBA in 18 months instead of the typical two years. He fully expected to enter business in a management position, given his military experience and education.

Dan stood just at or slightly under six feet, had a good build given his active life, had what could be called, ‘rugged good looks’; he never took himself for being ‘handsome’. Just an average, fairly good-looking guy, is what he considered himself to be. At least women didn’t find him to be at all distasteful.

When he walked into the student union that night, he was stunned by the beautiful blond that was holding court there. Donna was in her second year at Nebraska and was having the absolute time of her life. Coming to the university from a small farming community she was thrilled with all of the social activities that were available, not to mention the availability of men. Donna was surrounded by admiring friends when Dan walked in and she was impossible to miss.

Donna stood five feet two inches tall, weighed 108 pounds and packed a lot of woman into that frame. She had a beautiful face, vivid blue eyes, wonderful smile that she bestowed on just about everyone around her, and a figure that attracted men like an open bar attracts drunks. And that is exactly the way that Donna intended it to be. She took great care to make sure that she was noticed whenever she went out. She never lacked for a date to any social function. Donna liked her men – lots of them, and she took great pleasure knowing that she made each and everyone one of them lust for her. Donna did not intend to settle down with one guy for quite some time.

Dan introduced himself to Donna, entered her life and pretty much changed her mind on that score…to a point.

Donna and Dan had been married for about twelve years. Dan had risen to an executive vice president’s position in the manufacturing corporation that he had joined right after getting is MBA. He and Donna had been married two years later, after she graduated. It didn’t take Donna long to land a higher-than-entry-level position with a cosmetics firm. Donna’s degree was in corporate training and because of her experience in making herself desirable with the use of cosmetics and then clothing, this was an excellent fit, both for herself and for the company that hired her. She began with the company first as an instructor teaching the cadre of sales people how to apply and then sell the company’s many cosmetic products, then as a supervisor. Within three years Donna found herself promoted to head of the corporate training department itself. Donna was no one’s ‘dumb blond’.

Dan was on a week long fact-finding mission to Pittsburgh. He had decided that it would be a good time to take Donna along with him. Donna made arrangements to use the trip for her company as well, to check in on the local retailers to determine of there were improvements that could be made to her training program.

Dan had just finished up a dreary day of meetings and was flaked out on the bed in their ground floor suite, clad only in his favorite pair of shorts, tattered at the leg, taking a nap. He heard the card key in the door and figured, sleepily, that it was either housekeeping, or his wife returning to their room. When he caught scent of her perfume, he knew instinctively that it was Donna.

He rolled over just as Donna approached the king size bed.

“Hi, sleepy head,” she whispered.

Dan smiled, looked up and opened his eyes to see his wife looking him up and down, from his bare chest, across his shorts, where he had a semi hard erection, to his tanned and muscular legs.

“Been dreaming about me?” she asked as her hand instinctively brushed across Dan’s chest and came to rest on his cock.

“As a matter of fact, I have,” Dan answered.

“Something entirely naughty, I hope,” Donna answered, as she massaged his cock through his shorts.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” she whispered.

“Hey, bodrum escort that’s supposed to be my line, Baby,” Dan answered.

“Mmmm…I need to get me some of this,” Donna said as she opened the zipper on his shorts and released his cock from it’s’ confinement. Donna lowered her head over Dan’s cock and slowly drew it into her mouth. Dan let out a low moan as he felt the moist softness of his wife’s mouth surround his cock. Donna slowly worked her mouth up and down on his cock, sucking softly. Dan could feel the entrance to Donna’s throat against the head of his cock as she lowered her head down over it. Donna took a deep breath, held it and let the head of Dan’s cock slid down her throat like a large raw oyster.

Donna came off of Dan’s cock after stroking his cock inside of her throat for several minutes, bringing him close to orgasm. Donna didn’t want him to come yet, not for quite a while.

“You know Honey, Helen has always wanted to suck your cock in public.”

If it was at all possible, Dan’s cock just got harder. Helen was Donna’s alter ego. The slutty side of Donna that Dan loved so very much.

Dan had his head turned toward the draped, ceiling to floor windows that led to their outside veranda. Before Dan had laid down for his nap, he had closed the drapes, but not quite enough he discovered when he detected a movement outside of the locked windows.

“Donna, we have a curious person outside looking in,” he said.

Donna came off of his cock with an audible ‘pop’, and said, “Really? Are you sure?”

“As sure as I can be without getting up and going outside and catching him or her.”

“Goody,” Donna said, “Let’s give them a really good show, shall we?”

“Mmmm, Donna, I love the way that you think,” Dan said.

“Call me Helen, Dan,” Donna said.

“Yes, Helen, let’s give them a really good show.”

Donna positioned herself in front of the window and slowly began to peel her cashmere sweater over her head. She stood in front of Dan in her bra, pleated skirt that Dan knew did not have any panties under it (they both encouraged each other not to wear under wear, saying usually in unison, ‘all the better for immediate access’. Dan knew that Donna probably had on thigh high nylons with the frilly top that she liked, and when she bent over, he wasn’t disappointed to find them cladding his wife’s beautiful legs. Donna was unbuckling her high heeled shoes with her ass pointed toward Dan and the window. Dan loved this view and was sure that their visitor outside was enjoying it as well.

Outside, a few minutes before Donna had returned to their suite, a young man who worked at the hotel was finishing up his long shift. His last duty was to make sure that the outside pool was cleared of patrons before locking the gate, and taking a tour of the courtyard area to make sure that all glasses had been removed from the tables, and the ash trays emptied and cleaned. He was finishing up his rounds when he walked past the couple’s window and happened to glance in just as Donna went down on her husband’s cock. Being a horny eighteen year old, the young man couldn’t resist stepping onto the patio to see if he could get a slightly better look. It was now dark and the couple’s patio was one of the very few that was held in shadow, not receiving much light from the courtyard. He now stood mesmerized as Donna was bent over in front of him unbuckling her shoes. He could see up her nylon-encased legs and was treated with a view of the bottom portion of her incredible ass. He couldn’t see any panties and thought that she probably had on a thong, as was so popular with women.

Donna turned her profile toward the window, reached behind her back and undid the clasp to her bra, allowing it to fall away from her breasts. Donna had very large areole surrounding her nipples. Men loved her breasts, and Donna loved it that men did. Dan loved to watch men look at his wife. And Donna loved her husband all the more for that! Dan allowed her to be the slut that he knew she needed to be, at times. They had an agreement. She could be as slutty as he would allow her to be, as long as they were honest about it and it did not in any way negatively impact their marriage. So far, it had positively impacted their marriage. Interestingly enough, they found that each of their episodes seemed to encourage them to grow just a slight bit more bold, exploring different scenarios, with each subsequent encounter. First, they were turgut reis escort contented to let men look at and become aroused by Donna’s décolletage. Then it progressed to them only being satisfied with Donna totaling exposing her breasts…and it progressed from there on. To this point, neither one of the couple felt that their marriage was threatened; if anything, they were stronger.

The kid on the couple’s patio made an audible gasp when he saw Donna’s breasts release themselves from her bra and then as she slowly turned toward the window, point themselves directly at him. Both Dan and Donna heard the gasp and smiled at each other.

Donna cupped each of her breasts in her hands and slowly began to massage them, working from the base of each breast toward the now fully erect nipple. She continued to do this for several moments and then began massaging each engorged nipple, as if she were milking her breasts.

“Remember how much fun we used to have when I was nursing, Baby?” Donna asked.

“Oh, yeah, Donna, I loved those days,” Dan said.

“Call me Helen,” Donna said.

“Yes, Helen, I remember,” Dan said.

“Remember the show I gave those guys when we were in Pasadena?”

Dan had taken Donna to a strip club in Pasadena on a lark, just to see how she’d handle it. Little did he know when he took her there that it was amateur night. Donna was the hit of the evening.

“I bet some of those guys are still thinking about you.”

“Oh, I sure hope so,” Donna said as she again turned her back to the window, unbuttoned her skirt and lowered the zipper. She slid the dress down over her hips and slowly turned around.

Outside, the kid was now looking at a very beautiful woman wearing only thigh high stockings. She was the most beautiful woman the kid had ever seen in his life, not that he had seen all that many naked women. He’d seen his mother and sisters naked over the years, and once in a while one of his dates would let him have a peek, but this woman was really giving him a show!

Donna slowly took the two steps necessary to reach her husband. She took his still erect cock possessively in her hand and said in a sultry voice, “What do you want me to do with this Danny?”

“Suck on it Helen,” Dan said.

“Should I show our friend how a good woman sucks a good cock?”

“Yes, Baby, show him how it’s done.”

Donna took Dan’s cock back into her mouth and worked her head up and down, alternating sucking and then licking the head. As she came up onto the top of his shaft, she allowed herself to glance at the window where the drape was open. She thought that she could detect movement outside.

Donna said, “I want to ride your cock now, Danny.”

“Do what you want, Darling, you know that I love it all.”

“You’d better, you bad boy,” Donna said as she squatted over his cock and let it slide up into her very moist pussy. Donna loved to have a cock in her pussy. She loved dildos of all kinds and sizes in her pussy, but nothing felt near as good as a real cock.

“Turn around, Danny, point your head toward the side of the bed. I want this guy to see your cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I want him to think of me when he goes home to screw his frumpy wife tonight.”

Dan obliged her, moving his legs around on the bed pointing his feet toward the window and placing a pillow under his head at the other edge of the bed. Dan knew that whoever was outside looking in was having the view of his life watching his wife fuck. Dan loved this. He loved this, a lot.

Outside, the kid was massaging his cock through the coarse denim of his jeans as he watched the woman in the room suck cock. Once he thought that she had looked directly at him. But he knew that couldn’t be true or else she would have stopped and raised a fit! By now he was being treated to seeing the woman’s nicely rounded ass bob up and down as her pussy was swallowing a cock. The kid thought that he was in heaven. A porn show and he didn’t even have to rent the CD!

Donna loved being on top and in control of Dan’s cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She could direct it wherever she wanted. She felt an orgasm begin deep in her belly. She always got off quickly when she was being Helen. The thought of someone watching her fuck simply intensified the feeling. She didn’t want to cum just yet; she was having too good of a time.

“I want to turn around on your cock and let him see türkbükü escort my tits while I fuck you Danny.”

“You’re in the driver’s seat, Baby, you call the shots.”

Donna turned around on Dan’s cock, resting her hands on his knees, letting her breasts sway back and forth as she rode his cock. Donna loved the feeling of her of her breasts as they swayed and she knew that Dan loved the sight of them like this. She thought that whoever was outside their window might like it as well.

Dan loved this part, watching his cock slid into and out of his wife’s pussy. He watched as a white foamy ring began to build around the base of his cock from his wife’s now totally lubricated pussy. Dan was pretty much in heaven.

The kid outside was having the time of his life as well as he watched this beautiful woman, who was perhaps close to his own mother’s age, fuck. By this time he was entirely engrossed with what was happening in front of him and was just as totally oblivious to getting caught.

Donna looked up into the face of a young man watching her through the glass of their patio door. He was intently watching her tits sway back and forth. Donna sat up straight, put her hands to her side and just behind her and worked her hips to give the kid a great view of Dan’s cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

“Mmmmmm,” Donna moaned. “I can see him.”

“What’s he doing?” Dan asked.

“Watching me and rubbing a bulge in his pants,” Donna said. “I’m loving this.”

She continued to work her hips over Dan’s cock, rising high enough to almost allow the head of his cock to escape her pussy, then working her pussy down over his shaft again, settling down on the base of his cock. Donna kept watching the kid.

Finally, the kid became aware that the she was looking directly at him. The kid looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Donna smiled at him as she continued to work her husband’s cock in and out of her pussy.

Donna said very quietly, not wanting to alarm the kid, “He knows now that I know that he’s watching.”

Dan said from behind her, “What’s he doing?”

“Looking like the cat that just swallowed the canary.”

“Did you scare him off?”

“Oh, I hope not, I’m really enjoying this!”

“What’s he doing now?”

“I just smiled at him. Maybe he’ll be alright”

Donna continued to move up and down on Dan’s cock and looking directly at the kid outside. She continued to smile at him. Donna mouthed the words very slowly and distinctly so the kid would fully understand, ‘SHOW ME YOUR COCK’, looking down and nodding toward his crotch.

The young man standing outside of the couple’s room saw the woman looking at him and she didn’t really seem to mind that he was watching. She actually smiled at him. Encouraged with that, the kid continued to rub his throbbing member though his jeans. As he watched the woman he saw her very carefully and slowly formed the words, ‘SHOW ME YOUR COCK’ and look intently at his crotch. Tentatively the kid began to unzip his jeans and the woman nodded approval. The kid brought his cock out into the fresh air of the evening and slowly began to stroke it.

“Oh my God!” Donna exclaimed.

“What is it, for Christ’s sake?” Dan shouted.

“He has the most incredible young cock that I’ve ever seen!”

“Really?” Dan asked.

“Oh Baby, it’s simply gorgeous!” Donna said.

“What in the hell does he have his cock out for?” Dan asked.

“Well, I think I may have encouraged him just a little,” Donna replied.

“What do you mean, you encouraged him? Dan asked.

“Well, I sort of asked him to show it to me.”

“Christ, Helen, you’re going to cause the poor kid to get arrested! You’d better do something.”

“Like what?” “Well, either close the drape and he’ll go away, or get his ass in here before some one catches him and totally fucks up his young life forever.”

“Well, which do you want?” Donna asked.

“Whatever it is that you want, Helen.”

“Well, if you’re leaving it entirely up to me then, his young ass is coming in here.”

With that, Donna rose up and off of her husband’s cock and slowly and seductively approached the drapes, looking directly into the young man’s eyes as she approached. Donna slowly moved the drapes open, unlocked the sliding doors, opened them, reached out, grabbed the young man’s cock and drew him into the room, closing the sliding doors and this time, securely fastening the drapes completely closed.

“Oh Darling, look what I’ve found,” Donna said as she drew the young man further into the room by his cock.

“What do you plan on doing with that, Helen?” asked her husband.

Donna looked over her shoulder at her husband lying on the bed with his own cock pointed at the ceiling and said, “Wouldn’t you like to watch and find out?”

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Ariel Chronicles:

The London connection. Cougar of Soho.

It’s normally good practice to start your story at the beginning but this tale must start in the present, then we’ll systematically work back, finally revealing how I arrived at where I am.

I will provide a short synopsis of my past to give you the reader an insight into where I am and will clarify in much greater detail in future chapters.

I have an almost insatiable sex drive.

My name basically sums up my chosen lifestyle, Ariel Dark. I recently turned forty years old, which no one believes due to my very smooth tight skin. My hair has been recoloured recently, just before I arrived in London and is a deep crimson shade. My Latino looks along with my crimson hair gets me a lot of attention.

My marriage collapsed due to my high libido. My husband discovered that I was working as a sex worker, performing sordid sexual acts with total strangers, helping to quench my carnal desires and bring in a substantial income from my undoubted sexual skills.

Most sex workers tolerate their profession and accept their chosen career.

For me it was more than a job, it was an obsession.

I loved sex in all of its forms. From the normal vanilla lovemaking kind to the overt, kinky, wild and non conformist kind.

Latex, Leather, PVC weren’t unusual or uncommon to me. They were an accepted and wanted alternative. I had accrued an extravagant collection of sex clothing and an even greater collection of sex toys and appliances, all with the intention of giving and receiving exquisite sexual pleasure.

With few exceptions (Scat, Animals, Scarring and one or two other deviant sexual acts) I was open to just about any sexual activity. I’d performed as an exotic dancer, a window girl in Amsterdam, a high class night club escort in Hamburg and was on many occasions the main attraction in some of Europes elite underground sex clubs. I’ve enjoyed the pleasures of a woman on many occasions but there is no avoiding how much I love a hard cock.

The look, the feel, the texture, the excitement that a hard cock gives me, is almost orgasmic at just the thought of it.

I have been blessed with a slender but curvy body. My waist is very narrow and trim after many years of waist training and corset training. My breasts are 34EE surgically enhanced and extremely erogenous. My hips and ass are what appears to be the benchmark for cosmetic surgery these days, but due to good genetics, I already possess these gifts.

I’m not particularly tall, more demure in stature and most men love the petite presence accompanied by my raw sexual curvature. These curves and my outrageous hair colour, ensure I am never short of male attention.

I was in great demand in the underground sex clubs of Hamburg and Amsterdam. Most of the club owners would place me front of house in my erotic lingerie, teasing and enticing customers which I gleefully performed, ensuring every cock that was within touching distance or even better, sucking distance, would end up rock solid, ready to enjoy the delights of the illicit sex scene of that evenings particular fetish.

As an ardent exhibitionist, I always dress to please, not just men but to please myself. Tight revealing clothing is the only option I adhere to.

Micro mini skirts, Tight Leather bodices or Corsets, will adorn my body most days. Outrageously high heeled shoes or leg hugging thigh length boots will be my preferred footwear choices not just for sex but for everyday wear.

I love to show my curvaceous sexy figure off whenever possible and since my arrival in London, I have confirmation that Englishman are no different to the rest of the world, as I’ve not been short on male attention.

I love the nightclubs of Soho and there are plenty of Fetish and Swinger clubs in and around Soho to help keep my large libido well fed.

Since I arrived in London, I had managed to secure a teaching assistant post in the Language department of a South London community college, teaching 18 year olds the finer points of European languages. Speaking five languages bodrum bayan eskort fluently helped me secure this position and I must say I loved my educational role, influencing the minds of young adults. I dressed down compared to my normal attire but my clothes were still quite skintight, revealing my ample curves to all and sundry, grabbing the attention of some of the hormonal addled young males, not to mention some of the male members of the teaching staff.

With the advent of the internet and social media, I thought I had covered the tracks of my previous life effectively, but there is no accounting for the detective skills of sexually aroused adolescents.

I was taking a class of young men one evening, pointing out the grammatical correctness of Technical German one evening. Moving from student to student, to hear them read the text out loud, when I found myself at the back of the class overlooking the textbook of a rather handsome black student.

He was reading the sentence from his book, word perfect, when he slid his hand confidently on the back of my right leg. I was wearing a very tight black mini dress as I would be dancing in Soho straight after the class, and was somewhat stunned at his forward behaviour. My tanned taut legs were bare and parted slightly, so I could stand comfortable overlooking his work. My black high heeled shoes were firmly planted on the floor, when his firm, strong hand, slid further up my leg and cupped my curvaceous firm buttock. I was about to slap his hand away when he placed his phone on his desk.

A photograph of me from one of the underground sex clubs appeared on his screen.

I was sucking a huge cock, my cock-sucking lips gliding along the firm shaft, looking into the lens of the camera.

I looked at the photograph with a mixture of shock and arousal. I was frozen to the spot, staring at the photograph, as his hand moved between the crack of my ass and discovered I wasn’t wearing panties. His eyes widened at his sexual discovery

My mind raced with various visions of what possibly lay ahead.

It seemed to me that my young student was sexually blackmailing me.

As repulsive as that was, I can’t believe how spectacularly arousing it felt.

His strong black fingers stroked my smooth shaven slit, causing me to moan quietly, as his fingers caressed the lips of my pussy. My nipples became instantly erect at his delicate touch, as the tip of his middle finger separated my pussy lips and eased inside my very wet cunt. The other four guys in the class all turned around to follow the sound of my squelching pussy. My jacket was open as I squeezed my huge firm breasts, looking at the remainder of the class as my student finger fucked my pussy. One of the guys got up from his desk and locked the classroom door.

My mind told me to bring a halt to this immediately, but my inner slut overpowered that thought and forced me to let the guy continue. His finger pushed deeper inside my pussy as he moved off his chair. Bending me over the desk, he pushed the tip of his large black finger to the front wall of my pussy. Pushing forcefully on the spongy flesh of my pussy, he began to move his finger rapidly. His finger was almost a blur as my pussy squelched noisily, pussy juice flowing freely as the young black man pleasured my cunt.

My eyes were closed and my mouth open, as my breathing became somewhat erratic.

I felt two strong hands squeeze my full firm, braless huge breasts.

I opened my eyes to see a well built young white guy, squeezing my huge breasts. I rolled my eyes with lust and excitement as my breathing became more erratic. These boys were more experienced than I thought.

The young black guy continued finger blasting my pussy and confidently invited a third member of my class to join in.

“Come over here and finger this sluts asshole!” He said, almost sneering as he said so.

The guy squeezing my breasts, removed his hands and unzipped his jeans. A huge uncircumcised cock, sprang from his jeans. Long, thick and a pinky bodrum escort white.

The veins were bulging up the shaft as he stroked his foreskin back, revealing his smooth purple domed head. The eye of his cock was weeping pre-cum as he stroked his foreskin back and forth over his huge glans. This action spread his pre-cum all over his domed head, leaving a shiny sticky residue. I opened my mouth willingly as his cock slid purposefully between my cock-sucking lips.

His young strong cock tasted delicious.

I swallowed slightly, just enough to take the head of his cock beyond my gag reflex. My throat closed around his bell end and shaft, creating a vacuum almost, as my tongue wriggled beneath the underside of his magnificent cock. His eyebrows raised, never having his cock sucked so expertly.

The third guy had now slid his finger beyond my sphincter, moving the lone digit in and out of my asshole in unison with my finger blasting black friend.

The pleasures my body was experiencing were incredibly strong. I knew that I should be halting this from progressing, but the slut that I am, was now in command of my spirit and she wanted fucking. Sperm was her food and she needed feeding.

The incredible sensation of female ejaculation surged through my body as a gushing orgasm overwhelmed and took the young men by surprise

My eyes were wide open and blazing with lust. I looked at the four virile young men circling me like sexual vultures, as I licked my lips in sexual expectation. My black friend had removed his busy finger from my cum-drenched pussy, his accomplice still dipping his finger in and out of my tight asshole. My jacket was removed and placed on the desk to my left, as my black mini dress was slid over my head revealing me naked to my students. The students gasped at my smooth curvaceous body, admiring the beautiful artwork of body tattoos. The guy who locked the door moved close to me, holding my firm huge breast as he softly kissed and nibbled my neck. My black friend moved my ass fingering friend to one side and slipped his wet finger inside my sphincter.

I moaned with pleasure as the guy kissing my neck whispered.

“If you like that you’re going to love what we’ve got planned for you!”

I shuddered with raw sexual excitement. Everything about this was so wrong but sexually it was so right. The guy in front of me sat on the desk and eased me on to his lap. I straddled his young strong thighs, feeling the head of his hard cock nudge at my hungry shaved pussylips.

With one move of my hips, his rather large cock slid effortlessly into my pussy. I moaned loudly as I eased up and down his impressive length. A hand between my shoulder blades moved me closer to the guy fucking me. My back was arched and my ass exposed as I felt my black spit on my asshole. As young as these guys were, they knew how to treat a slut.

I shuddered with primeval excitement feeling the young black guys spit land perfectly on my exposed asshole. His hard black cock nudged at my asshole as he pushed forward, leaning into me and moving his anaconda inside my ass. My eyes rolled as the waves of sexual ecstasy flowed through my body. My two students were fucking me expertly.

It was hard for me to believe that these guys were only eighteen and nineteen, yet they had tapped into my slut sexual needs like seasoned professionals. I could get these two working contracts in some of the underground sex clubs I’ve frequented.

My vibrant pussy and lustful asshole were being attended to beautifully my star pupils, reminding me just how much I missed my underground sex haunts. It felt glorious having these virile stiff cocks sliding in and out my cock hungry holes. The young man who had been fingering my asshole, stood at the side of the desk, stroking his prominent erection. I looked up at him smiled. Nodding my head, indicating for him to bring his cock closer to me. I opened my mouth, allowing his hard cock to slide between my cock-sucking lips, as my tongue slithered all over his hard young cock. All of my bodrum bayan escort holes were filled now as the fourth guy began to take photographs of my sexual misdemeanour with the black guys phone. He was smart enough to know not to get any of the guys faces in picture, but he had no problem in ensuring my face was prominent in almost every photograph. Not satisfied with a colossal amount of photographs, he turned the phone to video mode and began to record the three young guys fucking me vigorously.

He began to direct us and encourage his friends with verbal instruction.

“Fuck the bimbo slut! Make her cum again! Fuck her ass dude!”

I actually thrived on his ridiculous trash talk, sexually pleased that he was attempting to arouse me with his inexperienced pillow talk.

The black fucking my ass joined in the trash talk.

“Take my black cock up your bimbo slut ass!” He snarled proudly.

I was slowly gyrating my hips, enjoying the two cocks fucking and performing the greatest blowjob the young man at my side had ever experienced. The stamina on these young guys was mesmerising, the tempo they were fucking me at was sensational. Their strong young cocks felt magnificent, giving me endless pleasure as they continuously plowed my insatiable holes with their hard virile cocks.

“You love us students fucking Miss, don’t you?” The guy with his cock in my mouth snarled in an aggressive manner.

I moaned my approval as he pulled my hair, forcing more of his cock down my throat.

This is what I wanted and this is what I needed. My students knew how treat their teacher like a slut whore bimbo. I was being double penetrated, with a third cock filling my mouth as the fourth took visual evidence of the bimbo bitch moment.

I was coming frantically when they guy fucking my mouth, twitched his cock and unloaded a forceful amount of virile spunk down my throat. I greedily continued sucking and swallowing everything he had to offer.

Swallowing the sperm of a virile young man was frivolously slutty as his two friends continued to fuck my shaved pussy and tight asshole.

The fourth student handed the smart phone to the guy who had just filled my belly with hot young spunk. Unzipping his cock, he fed his rock hard length to my cock-sucking lips as I gratefully swallowed his blue steel hard length to the back of my throat. With my wriggling tongue, pleasuring the underside of his shaft, I felt another powerful orgasm surge through my body as the two guys fucking me indicated they were about to empty inside me.

I moaned ecstatically as the two cocks flooded my bimbo slut holes with their sexual fountain of youth.

Young men produce an enormous amount of jism on ejaculation and these two were no exception. I could feel their hot creamy seed flooding both of my holes with their orgasmic overspill.

My new friend with his cock in my mouth, found all of this erotica too much to handle and began to empty his youthful seed into my mouth.

I delighted in swallowing his entire load, sucking every last drop of sperm from his depleting cock. The students fucking me had now removed their spent cocks as their virile young sperm began to trickle out of my well fucked holes. The guy in my mouth removed is cleaned cock from my mouth and placed his flaccid cock back inside his trousers. I heard the sound of zips closing as my students returned their cocks back inside their trousers. Standing naked before them in only my black high heeled shoes, I asked them to pass me my dress. The black guy handed me my dress as he and the other guy who fucked me, helped me step into my dress, as they helped me get ready like proper gentlemen.

I looked at the small class of students and smiled.

“I think with a classroom performance like that you will all find yourselves getting an A this term!”

The black guy smiled and said.

“I already got an A tonight!”

I stroked my long taloned nail under his chiselled chin and said

“You also got an S!”

The other three laughed as he continued.

We need to repeat this lesson Miss Dark!” Then walked up to the classroom door, confidently unlocking it, then winking coyly as he left the classroom followed by the other three.

I stood in the very spot where I’d just enjoyed four youthful cocks and smiled.

If they blackmailed me with that one internet photograph, they were now walking around with some substantial blackmail material on that smartphone!

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Caught!

“Fuck!” Matt swore when he rolled over to find that Shelly was no longer in bed beside him. He’d woken from one hell of an erotic dream. Both Andrea and Shelly were naked on their knees in front of him, mouths open waiting for him to cover them in a thick load of his cum. Just as each creamy jet began to splatter, he woke up, hard, aching and horny.

Fuck!

He threw the covers off and headed for the bedroom door not caring that he was dressed in only his boxers. He needed to find his wife and ease his throbbing cock right now. The thought of using his own hand for one more night of gratification was out of the question.

It was dark and deserted in the basement kitchen area where Matt expected to find Shelly getting a drink of water. However, just when he decided to head back to bed, he heard a noise from upstairs. It almost sounded like Shelly, but there’d be no reason for her to be wandering around Joe and Andrea’s house in the middle of the night.

“Mmmmm. Yesssss.”

Hell! There it was again that sexy little – definitely female – sound that sent a jolt right down to his cock.

Quietly, Matt ascended the stairs searching for the source of the sound. He considered the possibility that it might be Andrea’s husband Joe in the living room watching porn – not the sight he was hoping to get off on – but that didn’t stop him from investigating.

Once Matt was high enough on the staircase to look through the slats in the railing, he did indeed find Joe, but he wasn’t watching porn. Instead, it seemed Joe was an active participant.

Matt couldn’t be one hundred percent certain of what he was witnessing, since from his vantage point all he could really see was the back of the couch. However, he could hear Joe’s grunts of pleasure and see the underside of a woman’s small foot resting on the top of the couch – Andrea. In addition, he saw the occasional peek-a-boo of Joe’s ass and his head as Joe bucked up and down, fucking his wife on the couch beneath him.

Oh, fuck me! Matt hissed under his breath instantly rock hard imagining his sexy-as-sin sister in law, naked and spread wide on that couch as Joe fucked her sweet wet pussy.

Matt couldn’t help but reach down into his boxers and begin to stroke his cock to the sounds of the couple fucking. Andrea was quiet. He could barely hear her now that he was close enough to watch. Perhaps that’s how she always was in bed. However, that’s not how Matt imagined her when he fantasized about fucking her— which he did often. In his fantasies, Andrea would pant, and moan and beg for his cock and cum.

Granted those fantasies usually didn’t occur out in the open space of the living room where unsuspecting house guests could happen upon them. The idea that Matt or Shelly could find Joe and Andrea fucking on the couch didn’t seem to impact Joe’s enthusiasm. He grunted and cursed while picking up the pace of his thrusts.

“Damn! I’ve waited all god-damned night to fuck this pussy!” Matt heard Joe hiss and he couldn’t help but know exactly how the man felt. He’d been imagining fucking Andrea’s pussy all night too. Matt stroked his cock a little faster, knowing that watching Andrea get fucked was more than likely the closest he’d ever get to the real thing.

“Motherfuck! You’re so wet baby. I’m gonna cum all over that sweet pussy then I’m gonna cum again in your ass.”

Matt heard Andrea gasp at Joe’s promise and his knees buckled.

Fuck!

He wanted his cock in that ass so fucking badly. His breathing increased and he began jerking his cock even harder and faster— all thoughts of finding Shelly forgotten for the moment.

Matt didn’t know what made him stop his actions — call it intuition maybe. However, when he did, he heard the soft sound of footsteps on the stairs below him and an oddly familiar voice whisper his name.

“Matt?”

His head turned so fast, he almost stumbled on the step.

Andrea? He mouthed the word in shocked awe. Dear god! If Andrea was here then…that meant….

He looked back at the couch again and at the tiny foot with its painted toe nails and suddenly the reality dawned on him. It wasn’t Andrea getting fucked by Joe, but his own wife – Shelly.

What the HELL!?

Once the immediate feelings of jealousy, anger and betrayal subsided, Matt was free to appreciate the situation. He’d always wondered what it would be like to watch his wife getting fucked by another man and now he knew.

It was hot as fuck! At least in Matt’s eyes. Just the thought of Shelly letting Joe fuck her in the ass made Matt’s cock leak. Unfortunately, he wasn’t so sure that Andrea would see the situation the same way.

He turned back to look at her confused expression, while allowing his lust filled eyes to wander down over her. She was wearing a short pink tank top with spaghetti straps that barely made it down past her tits. On the lower half of her body, she wore matching pink booty shorts that he just knew would make her escort bodrum ass look even more perfect than it had tonight in the short black skirt she’d worn.

Damn, he wanted to rip those shorts off and bury his dick inside her, but then she called his name again and he remembered their current situation.

Quickly he placed his index finger over his lips to signal for her to be quite, then he made his way down the stairs towards her. Andrea didn’t need to witness her sister and husband fucking on the couch, especially since a good girl like Andrea probably wouldn’t be turned on by the scene but rather devastated.

She met him halfway up the staircase.

“What are you doing?” They both asked each other at once, however something in Matt’s concerned tone must have given him away.

She raised a suspicious eyebrow at him and as if on queue — a loud moan of pleasure from Shelly cut through the silence. He knew the instant Andrea registered the sound for what it was. Her eyes widened and she made a move to brush past him and continue climbing the stairs.

Matt reached out and grabbed hold of her upper arm, stopping her progress.

“Naw babe, you don’t want to go up there,” he whispered shaking his head.

Andrea wouldn’t be deterred. She shrugged him off and kept climbing, not stopping until she was on the same step Matt had vacated just moments ago. She paused taking in the view, but still remaining hidden from the couple fucking.

“Oh my god!” she hissed just under her breath and Matt felt a protective need to comfort her. The last thing he wanted was to see this gorgeous sexy woman crushed emotionally.

However he remained where he was and let Andrea look her fill. She watched their respective spouses for a long while and to Matt’s surprise she watched more with interest than with anger. He noted the instant when her legs shifted ever so slightly and a soft gasp escaped her lips. Her movement was too slight for most to catch, and Matt knew she was trying her best to hide her arousal. However, he’d been watching his sister-in-law in secret for a long time now, so he knew without a doubt that the erotic scene before her was making her pussy wet.

When she finally pulled her eyes away from the couple, Matt was rock hard again and aching. He didn’t care if what he was thinking was insane and immoral; he just knew he needed Andrea on his cock as soon as possible. Silently, he crooked his index finger at her, and in less than a heartbeat, she was stepping away from the banister making her way hesitantly towards him. Her beautiful face was flushed with both embarrassment and excitement while Matt’s cock flexed painfully beneath the soft cotton of his briefs.

She stopped when she stood a step above him, both of them still able to view the scene in the living room and yet remain hidden from Shelly and Joe in the darkness. Her breathing was choppy and Matt stared at her big beautiful breasts as they heaved under the tight shirt, their hardened peaks just begged to be sucked.

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded, biting her lip hesitantly before stepping closer into his body, the heat of her flooding all of his senses.

“Andrea—” he began in warning, but then they both were distracted by a movement on the floor above them.

Joe had his hand in Shelly’s hair gently but forcefully pulling her up and off the couch until he positioned her so she was on her stomach bent over the arm of the sofa her ass out. He got down on his knees behind her and began licking his way up the back of her lean thighs towards her rounded curves.

“Gotta make this ass nice and wet if I wanna fuck it, right?” Joe hissed, before roughly spreading her legs apart and burying his face between her ass cheeks causing her to cry out.

Holy shit! Matt watched Shelly’s head tip back in ecstasy. He knew how much she loved having her ass licked. When Joe’s tongue began circling around her puckered bud, she cursed viciously and spread her legs even wider to give him better access.

Before Matt could decide whether he was a messed up fuck for thinking how fucking hot it was to watch another man pleasure is wife, he felt Andrea’s tiny hand cup his cock through his briefs.

“Mmmmmm…I want that,” she hissed and Matt once again almost lost his balance on the stairs. He didn’t hesitate to question her actions, or reasoning, he was just too horny.

In a lightning fast move, his hand reached out and grabbed a fist full of Andrea’s hair, pulling her head back and looking into her lust filled eyes. “I’d be careful what you wish for, sweetness,” he hissed.

It was an unnecessary warning. Her hand gripped his shaft tighter and she licked her lips while smiling at him.

It was just the response Matt needed. With his free hand he yanked his boxers off and kicked them away while pushing Andrea’s head and body down until she kneeled on the step below him her lips lined up with his cock.

She bodrum sınırsız escort didn’t need any further direction or incentive. Leaning in, she took the full rounded head of Matt’s cock deep in her warm wet mouth and began to suck.

“Fuuuuuck!” Matt hissed, keeping a firm grip in her hair. “Oh fuck yes! Andrea you little slut, suck my cock in deep!”

She moaned around his length and did as he asked allowing him to push her head further down on his cock until it hit the back of her throat.

He saw her hopeful, lust-filled eyes as she looked up at him. It was so fucking sexy to watch. Her mouth was open wide to accommodate his girth and a tiny line of spit dribbled out of the side of her mouth down her chin and onto her shirt.

“Damn you look so pretty drooling on my cock. That’s it! Take it all, gag on it!”

Andrea did both. The sounds of her gagging combined with the slippery wet sounds of his cock fucking her mouth were almost too much.

Matt had been hard and horny for too long now, but still he didn’t want to cum this fast, not with his fantasy woman ripe for the fucking.

Matt pulled her head off of him, picked her up by the waist and placed her ass on the step beneath him. A tiny squeak of protest was all he allowed, before forcing her knees apart and sinking down between her legs. He shoved the crotch of her panties to one side and dived in with his mouth to taste just how wet the act of sucking his cock had made her.

“Oh god! Fuck! Fuck yessssssss!” she hissed, mindful of being too loud. She grabbed at Matt’s head, holding him to her and began wriggling her wet cunt all over his face.

“You like that?” Matt asked devilishly, after coming up for air. His sexy lips were slick with her juices.

Andrea nodded her head in response, then hastily removed her panties then her tank top revealing those perfect rosy peaked globes to his view. Fuck! Her tits were even better up close than in his dirtiest fantasy.

“Holy fuck!” he hissed grabbing each one and testing its weight before pinching her nipples and leaning over to take one in his mouth.

His action caused his cock to line up with her leaking pussy and he began to rub his head up and down along her slit.

“Yes, Matt! Oh god! Please! I’ve waited so long,” she moaned breathlessly and tried to push down against his cock.

“You have, have you?” he asked wickedly. He had to admit he was pleasantly surprised to hear her confession. “Have you been dreaming about my cock?”

She nodded, once again trying to get him to enter her, but he pulled back slightly.

“You want it, you little slut? You want my cock to fuck your tight little pussy, Andrea?”

“Oh fuck, Matt… yessssss.. I need it! Please!”

From above, the sounds of sex filtered down and Matt looked up to see Joe pounding his slick, soaked cock into Shelly’s pussy as he stood behind her, her beautiful body still bent over the arm of the couch.

Hell, his wife looked so damn sexy getting fucked.

His eyes focused back to the gorgeous woman spread out before him. Her tits were perfect, high and round and just the right size, her stomach was tone yet feminine and her bald pussy was wet and pink and swollen. He watched in fascination as he slowly pushed the head of his cock into her waiting cunt. The view was one of the sexiest things Matt had ever seen. Then he looked up into her eyes and watched her while she watched his cock enter her as well, and he had to mentally revise his last thought.

Once he was buried balls deep inside her, he knew he didn’t have much time before he’d lose control. Hell, as it was, he could already feel his balls protesting with the need to fill Andrea with his load.

“Fuck, babe… this might get rough.” He felt the need to warn her.

She smiled that sexy sweet and seemingly innocent smile at him, then reached around to grab his ass cheeks digging her nails into his flesh. “Fuck, I hope so.” Her words were such a contradiction to her normally sweet, shy appearance, that they set Matt’s whole body on fire.

He began wildly thrusting into her tight cunt, grabbing onto the open-style step beside her head, using it as leverage so he could buck against her harder and faster and deeper.

Andrea arched her back and met him thrust for thrust, wriggling her hips in little circles and grinding her clit against him with each slam of his cock.

He could feel her legs begin to tremble and smiled wide knowing she was just as close as he was.

“Ohhh fuck! Ahhhh! Ow! It burns!”

Matt heard his wife cry out from above them and looked up just in time to see Joe’s cock beginning to breach his wife’s tiny virgin asshole.

Every muscle in Joe’s body flexed and strained as he tried to enter her ass slowly. Shelly’s limbs were strung tight and her toes curled into the floor.

Hearing her strangled moans brought out Matt’s protective bodrum otele gelen escort instincts for the second time tonight and he was just about to leap to her rescue. However, he paused to take in the scene once more, noticing that Shelly wasn’t actually pulling away from Joe’s intruding cock, but instead gritting her teeth and pushing back against him, doing her best to take him in.

He watched Joe wrap his fist in her hair pulling her head back as he began whispering something into Shelly’s ear. Matt’s concern quickly transformed into lust when he recognized the needy expression on his wife’s face. She wanted it, he was sure of that.

Joe’s meaty hand groped her small tits while he pushed even deeper into her ass.

“That’s it! Open that ass up for me, baby! Mmmmm fuck, it’s tight! No wonder you can’t fit Matt’s cock in this tiny hole!”

Matt felt more than heard Andrea silently giggling beneath him, capturing his full attention once more.

In response, he bucked his cock into her pussy with a hard slam!

“Something funny, darlin’?” he asked with a smug smirk, bucking back into her again and making her cry out!

“No, fuck! No! N-not funny… good, so good!” she moaned when his balls began tapping rhythmically against her pussy as he fucked her hard. “It’s just … he’s right,” she whispered breathlessly. “You’re cock is definitely bigger than his. Mmmmm, it’s been so long since I’ve felt this full, Matt.”

“Awww fuck! Are you deliberately trying to make me cum, sexy?” he asked and she nodded devilishly, while running her hands up along his chest and wrapping them around his neck before pulling him down into a deep tongue clashing kiss.

They kissed and continued fucking to the sounds of Shelly taking Joe’s cock up her ass for the first time. It was like watching live porn while getting to live out your ultimate fantasy fuck all at once.

“Oh fuck, Joe! Yesss…it feels so deep! I- ughhhhh… ow! Shit!”

“Open that ass up more and take me all the way in. Yes. That’s it! Give it to me! Fuuuuucckk!” Joe hissed as he finally bottomed out into Shelly’s ass.

“Ahhhh! Oh god, fuck Matt. I’m gonna cum!” It was Andrea’s turn to hiss underneath Matt, capturing his attention once more.

He never once stopped the pace of his thrusts, even as they both watched the other couple. It was obvious Andrea was just as turned on by the sight of her husband fucking her sister as Matt was. He could feel her pussy clamping down hard on his dick. Although he wanted nothing more than to shoot his load deep inside her, he held back. Pulling out, he replaced his cock with his hand trying to ease her frustrated moans while toying with her clit.

“You want that?” Matt asked her, nodding towards their spouses who were fucking without abandon now, totally unaware they were being watched. He saw the eagerness in Andrea’s eyes and had his answer. “What a little slut you are for me tonight, Andrea. Makes me wonder what you’re doing here in the first place?”

She tried to look away, her embarrassment clear, but Matt held her chin steady forcing her to look at him.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“I .. um… I wanted to see if I could hear you.”

It wasn’t the reply he expected. “What the fuck does that mean?”

She shrugged and once again tried to look away, though Matt held her chin firm then wriggled his fingers on her clit with his other hand. She gasped exhaled loudly once more. “I figured you’d be fucking Shelly by now and I wanted to hear you.”

When Matt looked down at her confused, she clarified. “I wanted to hear the sounds you’d make during sex.”

Finally the realization of her words dawned on him. He smiled that big cocky smile of his and Andrea could almost physically see his chest puff with pride.

“And what were you planning to do when you heard me fucking your sister, my little slut?”

“Oh fuck!” Andrea hissed at his words, and wriggled her pussy against his hand which still covered her core. “Please, Matt.”

He slipped his slick coated fingers down along the folds of her pussy, then around and back until he could rub his finger over the tight little bud of her asshole.

“Tell me!” he demanded, stopping his movements, teasing her once more and making her cry out in desperation.

“I—I was going to touch myself.”

Matt growled long and low at her words. “So you were gonna touch this sweet little pussy and make yourself cum?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“You are a naughty little slut aren’t you?”

She nodded once again, smiling at his words.

“Does my naughty little slut want my cock in her ass?” he asked.

He watched as Andrea’s eyes rolled back in her head at the thought and he could feel her pussy leak out onto his hand.

“Oh fuck yes! So badly!”

Matt didn’t have the patience to wait or question her agreement. He needed what she was offering too badly. Roughly he grabbed her hips and flipped her over, so she was on her knees on the step in front of him. Using the lube from her pussy and the pre-cum leaking out of his dick, he prepared them both for his intrusion.

Leaning down, he began kissing her neck and shoulders and back, all the while rubbing his cock along the crack of her ass. “Ready?” he asked, wondering if she’d ever been fucked there before.

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