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So, I decided to treat myself for the weekend with a friend of mine, Luis, by spending it in Martha’s Vineyard. Neither of us had been there and we decided it would be a fun place to go as two single guys at this time of the year. We rented a room for the weekend, two bedrooms, kitchen, living room with a fireplace (not that we would be using it during this weather) and a 4th floor balcony porch.

So we spent most of the time at the beach, going around town, enjoying the bars. Its a remarkably friendly environment. Everyone was very friendly. So I decided one afternoon to go down to the beach while Luis rented a motorcycle and cruised around the island (I pride myself on my driving, but a motorcycle is a little outside my preparation level).

While I was on the beach, I noticed 2 women taking pictures of themselves in that typical hand-outstretched pose of trying to get both of them in the shot. The first was this very striking redhead, with a pair of unbelievable legs. Sitting on her blanket, you could just tell that those legs are in heels every chance she gets. She was in a black biniki next to her friend, a brunette who was in a purple bikini and equally as beautiful with this incredibly bronze skin. You would almost mistake her for latin, except for her face. But her skin was incredible looking. I decided to walk over and offer to take their picture. They posed for a few shots and I asked if I could pull up my blanket and join them.

We exchanged pleasantries, and found out that Lola (with the red hair) and Gretchen (with the brown hair and dark skin) were from Canada on vacation. We sat and flirted for about an hour or two, they didnt have boyfriends (though Lola eluded to being somewhat in a relationship, but stated that all was fair when you were out of the country) when Luis called and I told him that he should come join us. Luis joined us and we went into the water, engaged in a laughing game of chicken (I was not complaining when Lola mounted my shoulders) and spent the better part of the afternoon in the ocean. We agreed that we should meet up and go into town later. We gave them the address to our hotel and dropped them off in my car and went back to pick up Luis’ rented motorcycle.

At about 6:30pm, the girls suprised us at our hotel with a few bottles of rum and some mixers. Both women looked absolutely amazing. Gretchen had on a gold top that draped down very low in the back to show off her incredible skin and black pants that appeared to be some kind of leather. Lola had on high heeled thigh high boots, a black mini skirt and a white party blouse that was buttoned dangerously loose. They told us that they had wanted to “pre-game” before we left and decided to surprise us a little early. I was thankful I had prepped a little early with favorite white and blue striped button down and my favorite pair of jeans. Luis was about half ready, but with his latin background, he always seems to look great to women whether its a pair of sweat pants or a suit.

We pulled up a coffee table into the center of the living room and came up with a silly drinking game with a base set of rules that we ended up violating almost immediately. It was obvious that Luis had his eye on Gretchen, and being a GREAT appreciator of redheads, I was more than happy to slide closer to Lola. Gretchen (after stopping the game) very suddenly asked, “So is it true that Latin men are better kissers than others?”

Luis, always the faithful wingman, offered up, “Well, I suppose you can try both of us and contrast and compare.”

Gretchen almost dove on Luis and buried her fingers in his hair, while Lola took her delicate bracelet covered hand and motioned me over. I took her by the small of her back and pulled her into me while holding the side of her face with a gentle kiss to her lips that increased in intensity very quickly. I felt her hands all over my scalp and ass. Her tongue had a life of its own and made for a very messy kiss (which gave me the distinct impression that we werent going anywhere that night, which was fine by me). We eased back and seperated our lips while I leaned in to give her ear a playful lick and she shuddered.

I looked over in time to see Gretchen pull her hand out of Luis’ pants and smile, she then crawled towards me and Lola motioned for Luis to come closer as she had done with me. While Lola’s kiss had been fiery, Gretchen was pure lust. She grabbed my wrists and pulled me into her top while I kissed her mouth savagely. I pinned her to the floor, feeling her leg go up around my waist and pulling me into her deeply. She moaned while I ground my hips into her roughly. I have to admit, I put far less finese into this kiss, and more raw need mirroring her own lust. She pulled away and bit down on my ear, licking the side of my face and clawing at my back while I felt my fly unzip. She gripped onto my cock and kissed me again, squeezing my thickness. I felt the heat from our bodies magnify, as her grip eased and she lifted herself out from topkapı escort under me and pulled away. I was left panting and wanting more.

Luis and I were left, partially undressed and sitting there, waiting for their next move. Gretchen poured four more drinks and then looked at Lola and said, “I don’t know. I like them both. I think we need to do more…. thorough testing.”

Lola smiled, looked directly at me.

“I want to see if he can fuck me as hard as he kissed me.”

I smiled at Luis and we went to our respective beauties, sprawled out on the living room floor, inviting us with their incredible appetites. Approaching Lola, I held my hand out. I was dying to see her on her feet again with those boots and those incredible legs.

As I lifted her, she leaned into me, this smokey smile on her face the whole time. Her make-up was applied perfectly and the look on her face just screamed, “Come on… do it… I dare you.”

I went to work on her ears and neck first. I’ve always been incredibly attracted to a woman’s neck and I love the reactions to some delicate ear kissing. She did not disappoint. Her head rolled back and she started to make deep moans in her throat while burying her fingers in my hair. I could feel my cock harden further against my jeans, fingernails on my scalp drives me crazy in the best way. She smelled like sand and soft perfume as she made small nips at my fingers when they came into reach. My right arm moved to the small of her back. I only hope that she expected me to touch her fantastic ass, but I think I surprised her when I pulled and lifted her incredibly light frame up against my body so that only her boot-tips touched the ground. She immediately began kissing me and working my shirt open.

Behind me I could hear Gretchen slurping noisily away on Luis’ cock. Within a few seconds, Lola had my shirt peeled off and was devouring my skin with kisses, licks and soft bites. I took the opportunity to unbutton and slide my jeans off, admiring her incredible form. Her skin was a soft white compared to Gretchen, with just a hint of a tan. A perfect contrast to her scarlet mane of hair. She was the image of an irish goddess. I looked over to my friend. Gretchen had wasted no time in stripping him naked and pinned him to the couch as she feasted on his cock and balls. Lathering every inch of skin with her tongue, noisily slurping and sucking him while rubbing her clit.

My attention on the spectacle on my left didn’t last long however as Lola had worked my shirt and pants off and was slowly taking her time getting the outline of my own cock from my boxer briefs.

I decided to take some of the control back and lifted her back up to my level and turned her body away from me. From this angle, we were facing a mirror across from the couch, allowing her a view of the two of us, plus the incredibly sexy blowjob occuring behind us that was turning into a 69 quickly. Moving Lola’s hair to the side, I begin to kiss across her shoulders and took the edges of her blouse in my hands. Eager to try something that I’d always seen, and being still tipsy from the booze earlier, I gave a sudden yank from both sides, spllitting the blouse (luckily, it was snaps, and not buttons, oh well) and revealing a delicious lace red bra underneath, clasping Lola’s gorgeous breats. I ran my hands across the fabric, so that I barely touched, but it was obvious that her nipples were already incredibly hard. I trailed my hand lower to the belt and side zipper of her skirt and un-did them both. I let the skirt fall to the ground, leaving this incredibly beauty in her matching red bra and thong and her thigh high boots. She was the picture of raw sexuality.

The juxtaposition of her smooth pale skin against her red bra and thong, along with her scalet hair, coupled with the two writhing forms behind us was driving us both into an obvious sexual frenzy. Lola was grinding her ass against my cock, almost to the point pushing my boxer briefs down. I let one hand fall to my hip and began to pull them down myself. Discontent with letting me have control over any of my clothing, Lola spun and yanked them down to my ankles and in one swift motion engulfed my rock hard member in her warm, wet mouth. Her method was much more focused and purposeful than Gretchen’s appeared. Her licks were decisive and aimed at specific points. Her tongue was a lethal weapon and I knew I was totally at her mercy. As far as blowjobs went, she was aggresively working her way to the best I had ever received. She licked the head until it had a thin sheet of saliva and then sucked deeper. I felt her tongue explore every inch of my shaft, licking and dabbing her way down further and further down. Her throat contracted around me, but she kept moving further. Her eyes looked up at me as she swallowed further and even though her mouth was filled, she still managed to smile mischieviously. I couldn’t help my head falling back as my fingers istanbul escort lost themselves in her hair. I felt her tongue extend slowly down my thick shaft, her throat on the edge of gagging as the very tip touched the edge of my balls. I moaned loudly as her hands gripped my ass tightly, pushing me into her, unbelievably trying to force more of her delicious mouth down on top of me. She then began to withdrawl, a long, sticky sheen of drool left behind as she smiled and began to lick my balls, sucking each into her mouth and tonguing it within.

Behind me, Luis had freed his cock from Gretchen’s furious mouth and had scooted himself under her, leaving her on her hands and knees on the couch while he had free access to her hungry pussy. He alternatively licked and fingered his way deeply into her snatch and she howled and screamed.

I wasn’t surprised to discover that (thus far) she had the dirtier mouth of the two. Demanding him to, “Make me cum baby!! Finger fuck that pussy like you’ve wanted to all day!”

I looked down at Lola who smiled at her friend’s naughty declarations as she continued to lather my balls and shaft, while also taking the time to explore the underside of my cock and teasing my asshole in a playfully taboo manner.

I was dying to sample Lola’s pussy, but she was putting me into sheer nirvana with her mouth. I lost myself in her licks, sucks and tastes. Her tongue was a blanket of bliss as my head rolled back and forth. I was only aware of her mouth on me and my fingers in her smooth mane of hair. After what felt like far too short a time, I forced my brain out of its selfish mode and withdrew my soaking wet cock from Lola’s mouth, a thin string of drool and precum dropped to the floor and her chin. I layed her down on the couch, within reaching distance of the squealing Gretchen as Luis pounded his fingers into her deeper and deeper. I couldnt tell but it looked as though he had two, possibly three fingers impaled in Gretchen’s bald pussy. Her juices were apparent on the couch as she bucked up and down on his hand and mouth. Lola reached over to her friend’s tanned body and began to run her fingers down her flawless skin as I inched her thong down past her knees and boots. Her scent was intoxicating and I tried my best to be as delicate and purposed as she, but I know I failed. I dove into her thighs and inhaled the sweet smell of her juices and sweat. Her bald pussy was as smooth as silk but literally dripping into my mouth. Her clit was larger than I had had before, and I gleefully licked it, sending moaning spasms up her body. Each time, she reached out to squeeze Gretchen, who by this time was clearly into her second orgasm as she gripped the pillows of the couch. I decided to do some fingering of my own as I licked two digits and ran them over Lola’s lips. She sucked down on them, just as she had with my cock, and my mind almost clicked off again. I dragged my slick fingers down her chin, down her neck, across her breasts, over her smooth stomach, tickling the piercing in her bellybutton before giving her a wicked grin and slowly pushing them into the folds of her pussy. Lola was absolutely soaking wet. The fact that she was practically gushing empowered me further as I drove my fingers back and forth, all the while keeping my tongue firmly pressed against her clit. Her whimpers and moans were getting louder and I felt her body lurch as Gretchen grabbed her bra and tore it off as Luis mounted her from behind. From Gretchen’s position, it put her directly over Lola’s breasts as she took a nipple directly between her lips.

It was hard to gauge, but I had to guess that this was the first time Gretchen had ever done this, at least with Lola, because Lola’s whole body suddenly stopped as she looked at Gretchen with sheer surprise that soon faded to blissful ecstasy. I caught Luis’ glance for the first time since the escapade had begun and he looked like a cat who had just trotted into a aviary. His one hand firmly placed on Gretchen’s exquisite ass, the other pushing her neck towards Lola’s now nude (except for her boots) and writhing body. Surging with lust, I only was aware of two things, the delicious feel of Lola’s pussy against my invading fingers and tongue and the fact that my cock wanted nothing but to plunge into one of these women and give them the fucking of their lives. Lola’s bucking and clawing at my back became even rougher and more rushed.

“Oh god, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. I’m going to cum all over your face you bastard. God, don’t fucking stop!”

More than happy to oblige her, I continued my actions, but going deeper into her loins and licking her clit more insistently. Her nails digging into my scalp and back as her boots lifted her hips further into my hungry lips. Feeling her juices start to flow, I impaled my fingers as far as they would go inside of her as I did my best to continue licking her throbbing clit as her hips bucked wildly. As her orgasm began to slow, I had a sarıyer escort chance to glance to my right and saw Gretchen pounding back on Luis’ hips while he pulled back on her hair. Her dark locks tangled in his fingers as she wildly screamed and cursed at him. He was clearly having the time of his life with her and she didn’t seem to be too bad a time herself. I was curious if I’d get a turn with her later on, but I was more interested in the gorgeous, panting redhead in front of me.

I looked down on her, sweating, panting, hair spread across the cusions of the couch, and Gretchen’s nail marks and lipstick across her breasts. “Ready to give those two a run for their money baby?”

“Fuck me like you’re never going to see me again. Because if you don’t do it right…. you won’t.”

I love a woman who presents a challenge.

I took her hand and pulled her into me. We kissed wildly, our faces a mash of tongues and lips, bites and licks. I grasped her thigh with one hand and lifted. The cool leather under my fingers feeling devine. I could feel her pussy juices drip onto the head of my cock as my rock hard erection found its way under her. I pressed my hips up, encountering some slight resistance despite her soaked condition.

“Fuck me… do i!” She wailed into my ear.

I could feel her bite my shoulder as I pushed further, her lips opening to accomodate my girth. Harder I pushed, nearly lifting her off the ground as I heard her inhale deeply in a noiseless gasp. Then finally, pop! The head broke through and my throbbing dick pushed further and further into her velvet tunnel. She was incredibly tight around me and she was feeling it.

“Christ, and I thought my boyfriend was thick. Fuck me baby. Give me that dick!!!”

I knew it!!! This new information coupled with the incredible pressure of her pussy drove me to grabbing her other thigh, leaning back and lifting her body into the hair, bracing her weight on my chest. Her leather clad calves wrapped around my back as I lifted and then dropped her down on my cock. Her scream broke the concentration of Gretchen and Luis behind us. Luis slowed for only moments before continuing his ravaging of Gretchen’s cunt.

“You go you little cheating bitch. Let him show you how you need to be fucked!” Gretchen screamed towards Lola as I made a mental note to ask about it later.

With Lola completely off the ground and impaled on my cock, I started bouncing her mercilessly onto my cock. Dropping her harder and harder each time. Each time, her screams growing more and more into enraptured bliss. My own sexual fervor was driven wild by this fantastic redhaired goddess, clad only in her boots, fucking my cock up and down, and knowing that this was more than her boyfriend had ever offered her. Is there any faster way to a man’s heart than through his ego? I spun us around and pressed her back against the wallpaper and pinned her between the wall and my body, her hands gripping to my back tightly as I slammed into her over and over again. I felt her shake and orgasm again as we grinded against the wall, I knew my own orgasm wasn’t far behind.

“Get on your back! Do it!” Lola demanded as I fell onto the floor, carrying her with me. Knees braced she began to ride me with double the pace that we had matched before, each pump was followed by a, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! as she rode me into my first impending orgasm. I was way beyond the point of being capable of asking her where she wanted me to cum, but from her fervor, it was fairly obvious.

Gripping her hips tightly as she bucked and threw her hair back and forth wildly, I felt my cock lurch deep inside her and explode in a torrent of cum, erupting into her pussy with rope after rope of hot stickiness. “GOD YESSS!!!!!” we both screamed. I felt my cock slowly slip out of her as Lola fell to her side, shuddering and shaking. Behind us, Luis and Gretchen, who had clearly finished during our escapade were collapsed in their own tangle of limbs, watching. Gretchen, a still hungry expression on her face crawled towards me and began to stroke my cock insistantly while licking Lola’s and my juices off the head. Her lips felt devine and hot. She seemed possessed to get another load for herself out of me and if she kept going at the pace she was, she would get it.

Lola crawled over to Luis and mashed his face into her pussy. I have to give him credit for shutting out or ignoring what had just happened between she and I but he began to lick and finger fuck her like a champ.

I had to admit that Gretchen’s rabid need for cum was an incredible turn-on as she pounded my cock in her fist, licking and drooling all across my hips and shaft. She could by no means compare to Lola’s skill, but after Lola had worked me up into the state of sheer animal desire I was in, a nice, sloppy, wet blowjob felt like just what the doctor ordered. Her mouth felt like wet fire as she sucked and gargled down every inch of me. I felt her free hand against my leg mercilessly rubbing her clit. The woman could give lessons in multi-tasking. She bowed her head below my shaft and began tickling my balls and the underside of my cock with the tip of her tongue, moving lower and lower. Ooooh, was this little devil going to go where her friend had only earlier just teased with exploring?

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I didn’t figure it out until last week, more than 20 years later.

At the time Macey was a new girlfriend, 19 and adventurous with already a wild past. We were just getting started and I was not yet privy to her stories and her curious streak. Later that summer and into the next year I would learn more about her, but did not put the facts of that night together because I moved on to my next girlfriend, now my wife of 20 plus years. It wasn’t until my wife and I started to explore erotic events and memories that I even thought about it, and then it was right in front of me.

So this is a story about a night when my new girlfriend had two lovers, a one-time previous lover and a stranger. It was a night where I was absent for the action, but I can tell you the events occurred this way based on what I know about Macey and what she later told me. If this is intriguing to you, read on. I promise you I have the facts right.

Macey was home in Dallas for the summer after her freshman year at Brown. I was in graduate school and we met through mutual friends and quickly became lovers. Macey was easy to be around, attractive, dark, and perhaps fifteen pounds overweight. This made her slacks tight but her curves soft, and with her clothes off it made her seem both vulnerable and confidant at the same time.

About a week after we started sleeping together, she told me a guy she knew from Brown was driving through to his grandparent’s house in Oklahoma City. “He’s a good guy. His name’s Gavin. He’s from Boston, and Dallas will be his last stop.”

Dallas is not on the way to Oklahoma City, but I honestly had my radar all the way off.

“Let’s have dinner together.”

“Sure” I said.

This dinner date was for the next night, a Wednesday. The hardest part of my work schedule that summer was mid-week, and I had a seven a.m. start Thursday, so I did not plan to stay out late, nor could I have stayed awake (normally) given the crazy hours I was working. I picked Macy up at seven at her parent’s house and drove on to the restaurant. She dressed for the summer heat, wearing a thin white halter-top and a medium length black cotton skirt with strap sandals. Sexy enough, but plain. I didn’t think we would spend the night together anyway, so I didn’t fantasize.

“Gavin’s driving with a friend.”

“Know taksim escort him?”

“No, he’s from Gavin’s hometown.”

We had a great dinner together. Gavin and Jeff. These boys were 19 and off for the summer. I was 23 and working my ass off. After dinner and several drinks Macey said, “Let’s stay up all night!” I was in no shape to do so. I knew I needed to crash soon. Later I figured out this was an invitation, and I RSVP’d the wrong way!

“Macey, if you’re going to party that hard I gotta leave it with you. Gavin can drop you home.” Radar off. I said goodnight to all and went home to sleep.

I saw her next a few days later and we had a normal date and a nice night together.

As the summer went on we discovered rampant eroticism in each other. We would tell stories while we made love. I would speak of having two women together or tell her specifics about a night in college with a lover and a friend. We would run down “what ifs” concerning our past. She told me “My best friend in high school and I spent the night out at my boyfriend’s house and we swapped boyfriends in the same room.” We would go at it harder. She would wait until I couldn’t stand it anymore and say “Then we swapped back. What if you were there?”

She had had a female lover at school, an exchange student named Sigrid from Austria. She would describe making love to her while we made love, and then kiss me hard, slurring through the kiss “you can taste her pussy on my mouth.” So the summer went.

One night she told me that the only other adventure she had ever had was with Gavin and another guy at school (not Jeff, we had both met him for the first time that night at dinner). That was the key piece of information I did not think of until last week.

So here is my tale. Or really, their tale.

I drove away. Macey, Jeff, and Gavin went next door to a honky-tonk bar that features live bands on weekends. During the week the music was canned, from a classic jukebox. People still loved to live it up on weeknights and there was lots of dancing on the darkened dance floor and lots of drinking in the tall booths that surround the floor. A first pitcher of Margarita led to another.

Jeff got up to pee. Gavin: “I told Jeff about that night.”

Macey: istanbul escort “You are so bad. You’ve brought a friend, and both of you are thinking the same thing.”

“It kind of makes sense, though, doesn’t it? He knows. And he’s never done anything like that before. I think he would go for it.”

“You’ll have to get me a little drunker.”

Later, all three leaning in close over glasses in the dim light. Gavin: “give me your panties.”

“I will not,” she laughs; but then she wriggles her thumbs below the table out of the boys’ sight and maneuvers the panties past her sandals. “But I might give them to Jeff.”

The panties went into Jeff’s pocket as he helped her up to get on the dance floor. It was a slow country song; “Willin” and the lights were dimmer than Jeff could hope for. Some subtle fondling and then an all out kiss on the mouth.

“May I cut in?” The traditional request came from Gavin. As they danced Gavin kissed her and with the back-to-back kisses from the two any remaining doubt was erased. She would have them both tonight.

Back in the booth they both made out with her, being careful not to let the other patrons see that Macey was being shared. One more drink and they paid up and headed back to the hotel.

Driving carefully since he was wasted, Gavin made the short trip back to the Marriott. The three had to force themselves to act nonchalant as they crossed the brightly lit lobby to the elevator.

Then, the room. The three in private, if you can call three private. The two of them led Macey to the bed and they gently kissed her mouth and neck while unwrapping her young body. Jeff was the first to kiss down her soft stomach and push his mouth against her pussy. Gavin stepped back a little and stripped, flashing back to that night at Brown and thinking how erotic to have now watched two different men eat this woman.

Macey comes in short, defined bursts, and she quickly came on Jeff’s mouth, arching her back and then leaning forward to hold his head in her hands. He kissed his way up to her mouth and held her while Gavin went down on her and the scene was repeated; Macey came on Gavin’s mouth and Jeff got his clothes off and began to suck on Macey’s tits.

At this point both men were ready to come şişli escort and what happened next was incredibly erotic. Macey told it to me as fiction later that August but now I know where the fantasy came from. Gavin kissed his way up to her mouth, Jeff moved off to the side. Gavin entered her and lasted just a minute before pumping his come into her. He had been travelling for several days with Jeff and had neither had had an orgasm in a week; their young bodies were loaded and ready. When he rolled off her Jeff took his turn and came as soon as he pushed his cock into her. She was as wet as a girl can get and got pumped full again.

The three could now relax and the two men would last long enough to make her come over and over. Jeff lingered inside her after he came until he was ready to go again, and made love to her slowly while Gavin sucked on her tits and kissed her mouth. They switched off and Gavin took her from behind while she gently sucked on Jeff’s cock; not trying to swallow him, just enjoying his firmness and the taste of their combined comes.

They switched off. Gavin lay down and Macey straddled him but instead of taking him into her Macey said “Jeff, take me from behind”. Jeff positioned his knees outside Gavin’s and entered her. From below Gavin slid his hand down to her clit and could feel the underside of Jeff’s cock sliding in and out of Macey with his fingertips. Macey was kissing Gavin’s face and rubbing her tits and stomach on him while Jeff fucked her from behind. Out of order, Jeff was the next one to come again. When Jeff finished, Macey rolled over and Gavin sucked her off for a few minutes, a full-on sperm festival on his face and he just went for it. He then lay down and Macey fucked him while Jeff watched. After Gavin came a second time Jeff, almost as if on a dare, ate her again too, but only for a minute.

By this time it was three in the morning and Macey needed to be home before her parents or three younger sisters awoke in the morning. Goodbyes were said; Gavin drove her home alone.

All these years later and my wife is a storyteller too. After the events of that night became clear to me, I thought it through and presented it to her as an erotic tale at an appropriate time.

After telling the story while making love to her, she stopped me and got up. She went into the bathroom for a minute, came back, and lay down in the bed. I got back into her and could feel that she had wet herself amply with our special mixture of Astroglide and olive oil, which feels just like sperm.

She whispered in my ear as she arched her back. “What if you were there?”

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Chapter One

The Master woke early as was his custom and threw the heavy blankets from the bed. He stood and stretched, thinking lazily about what he could do that day, he had no particular plans, other than the visit of his daughter and her husband, but he was harbouring lustful thoughts about the new scullery maid.

It wasn’t unusual for the Master to harbour such thoughts. Born in a position of privilege over sixty years earlier he had always had his way with any female he desired. Not because of his charm and good looks however since he was lacking in both of those areas, particularly the former, but because of the enormous wealth and the power he wielded because of it.

He had always possessed a high sex drive and even the advancing years hadn’t diminished his ardour or fondness for the female form, whatever shape, size or age, so the tender, young scullery maid was perfect for the randy old goat and would be totally powerless to resist any advances that he might make towards her.

The Master pulled the chamber pot from under the bed and pissed a stream of urine into the porcelain bowl. The fact that drops of the stuff splashed out onto the carpeted floor didn’t concern him in the slightest; as long as the mess was cleaned he couldn’t give a damn.

Naked, the Master made his way to his washbowl, which had been filled with warm water and left for him by the butler earlier. He washed his hairy, white skinned body and scrawny limbs and then called for his dresser to assist him with the task of dressing. ‘Archer!!’ he shouted. ‘Archer,’ he repeated when there was no response to the call. ‘Damned fool man, where are you?’ he continued rudely.

At that very moment Archer was in the Lady’s chamber attending to her needs. Although the Lady had maidservants that were employed to attend to her, they couldn’t provide the services that Archer could. The Lady was knelt on her bed at that moment, taking her weight on her hands and knees with Archer knelt at her rear. He was gripping the Lady’s broad hips with both hands and was feeding his thick prick into the Master’s wife as she knelt, her arse high in the air, inviting the young man to fuck her.

‘Oh Archer that dos feel heavenly,’ the Lady moaned as she enjoyed the servant’s attention.

A moment later the chamber door opened and an angry Master strode onto the room, he was still naked, his long cock dangling between his hairy thighs. ‘Damnation man,’ he shouted at his manservant. ‘You’re employed to help me, not to tup that slut wife of mine.’ The Master turned and left he room, totally unconcerned that his wife was being taken by his servant, leaving his wife with Archer, the man’s cock buried inside her hungry quim.

Archer pulled his penis from the voluptuous Lady and repaired his clothing, tucking his hard prick back into his trousers reluctantly.

‘Oh Archer, I’m burning for you,’ the Lady said as she rolled onto back and spread her thighs wide. She was massaging her sex as Archer left the room to attend to the task of dressing the Master, rubbing the folds of her labia lazily as he departed, closing the door behind him.

Archer had been in the employ of the household for 25 years, since he was 14. He had started in the kitchens but had worked his way up to the position he now held mainly because the Lady had noticed what a fine specimen of a man he was and had seduced him shortly after his 18th birthday, when she herself was only 23. The Lady had only been married for 4 years at that time but she was already well versed in perversion due to an early initiation at the hands of her depraved husband. The Master was fully aware of the relationship between Archer and his cock hungry wife and he often spied on the couple as they fornicated in the Lady’s chamber. The Master enjoyed seeing his wife take pleasure from the virile man’s prick and would usually masturbate whilst watching her big breasts wobble and swing as she fucked.

He was able to spy so efficiently due to the network of passageways and spy holes that he had had built into the house when it was under construction. These passageways were known only to him and allowed him to roam through the house at will, enabling him to spy indiscriminately upon anyone he chose.

After dressing the Master ate a hearty breakfast, his wife sitting opposite him at the long table. The new scullery maid Amy, served the food, and the Master watched the young girl move with lust in his eye as she fetched and carried. ‘You filthy old letch,’ the Lady said when Amy was out of the room. ‘The girl is only 19, don’t tell me you’re going to stick your old prick into that sweet thing?’ she continued, a look of disdain on her beautiful features.

‘My dear,’ replied the Master. ‘You have your fun with Archer and I will take my pleasure where I wish to,’ he said as Amy appeared once more. The Master forked egg into his mouth and watched Amy with predatory eyes. He could have the young girl whenever he wanted but the waiting beyoğlu escort would make the eventuality so much sweeter as he conjured up images of the girl naked in his mind’s eye. He imagined her in her tiny chamber high up in the house and he shivered with sweet anticipation at the pleasure he would have as he spied upon her lithe body.

The Lady sniffed with disdain and turned to her own breakfast, ignoring her husband for the duration of the meal as he smiled wickedly to himself, scheming and plotting his seduction of Amy.

Once she’d finished the Lady made her way out to the stables. She was dressed in her riding clothes, intending to take a leisurely ride, the morning being so fine. She was sexually frustrated due to her husband’s ill timed interruption earlier and a ride might go some way towards relieving her pent up sexual urges.

Chapter Two

The Lady rode out along the lanes and fields of the estate. It was a clear blue morning, the sun rising higher and warming the air comfortably as she rode. It was such a fine day and the scene was so pleasant that the Lady eventually decided to take a short rest. Tethering the horse she walked along to a nearby copse and arranged her skirts so that she could sit and soak up the sun’s warming rays.

As she sat on the soft, green carpet of the copse the Lady thought about Archer’s long cock and how beloved she felt as the servant slid it into her body. Her husband denied her affection altogether but the gorgeous Archer was a superb lover, knowing how to take her to the heights of orgasmic bliss with his fingers, tongue and of course his fat prick. The Lady’s quim began to clench and moisten at her dirty thoughts, she was also still feeling frustrated from her interrupted fuck. That frustration, coupled with the feelings she got whilst riding meant that the Lady was aching with desire for fulfilment.

She thought further about the sensations in her groin when she was atop the saddle and the warmth she felt between her legs as the powerful horse moved below her. Thinking about the horse brought back memories from summers gone by when she’d witnessed a stallion covering a mare, about how huge the stallion’s cock was as it reared up in excitement and how the mare would often fight and struggle as she tried to avoid being penetrated before she eventually succumbed to the inevitable.

Finally her wild thoughts made her reckless with passion and the Lady threw caution to the wind, almost without realising the Lady had pulled her skirts up around her broad hips and her underclothes down over her thighs as she’d been daydreaming. No one was likely to be out on the estate so early in the day, it was quite private and remote and her husband’s reputation for cruelty kept most poachers and trespassers away.

She lay back in the warm sunshine, her hand running down over her torso coming to rest between her milky thighs and she ran her fingers through the mass of hair that covered her mons. She parted her thick, dangling labia and tickled the rim of her vagina with the tip of her finger, gasping as she felt just how wet she had become, her inner thighs were awash with her lustful outpouring and her pubic hair was soaking and matted.

She fingered herself lightly for a few minutes, feeling the slickness of her juice coated flaps and the hard nub of her clitoris. Her breasts ached to be squeezed, the nipples standing hard and upright, pushing against her bodice. The Lady unlaced the garment and allowed her big, heavy tits to fall free, exposing them to the welcoming warmth of the sun’s rays.

Because the warm sunshine felt so good the Lady decided that she wanted to let the warm summer air waft over all her body and soon she was gloriously naked except for her long leather boots. She luxuriated in the freedom she felt from being bare skinned out in the open. She had never been so daring, naked outdoors feeling the warmth on her skin, the light summer breeze wafting over her breasts making the tips of her breasts pucker and stiffen.

She lay back on her skirts and teased herself with her fingertips, running her hands over the smooth skin between her damp thighs and teasing her moist centre as she sighed in contentment.

A few moments later she began to masturbate with more vigour, rubbing her clitoris and squeezing her breasts with delicious lack of restraint. The Lady pushed first 1 finger, then 2, and finally 3 fingers deep into her burning cunt. Her quest for relief was overpowering, she needed to be filled, she loved the sensations that blossomed from her tingling clitoris and nipples but she craved to have her hungry cunt stuffed, to be fucked ferociously.

As her attempts to climax became more desperate the Lady used the handle of her riding crop as a tool and pushed it hard and fast in and out of herself. Her orgasm built slowly as she frigged urgently, her thighs quivering with the exertion, her breath coming istanbul escort in short pants, her beautiful features contorted into a grimace of what could easily have been mistaken for pain had anyone been observing.

She finally tipped herself over the edge, her body convulsing as she cried out shrilly, coming in spasms as she pushed the riding crop deep and squeezing her thighs tight together.

The Lady lay still for a few moments, her chest heaving as she fought to recover her breathing. She lay with her thighs spread, the leather handled crop still embedded and her clitoris pulsing in time with her racing heartbeat.

Once she had regained control of her body and her mind had stopped whirling as her climax subsided, the Lady examined the riding crop and saw how sodden and stained it had become as a result of her wild actions a few moments before. She reddened a little as she thought about how abandoned she had become in her lust and realised what a slut she must look, naked except for her brown leather riding boots wanking with a leather whip.

It was time to go, her daughter would be arriving shortly with her husband Simon and there were still things to be done.

Chapter Three

As the Lady dressed she didn’t notice the 2 men on horseback who were positioned a short distance away. It wasn’t until she was back in the saddle that they made their presence known and rode up the path to her.

‘Good morning m’lady,’ said one of the men in greeting.

‘Oh!! Good morning Samuel. Good morning Levi,’ replied the lady, flustered. How long had the two grooms been there? Had they seen her completely abandoned display by the copse? The two young men gave no indication that they had seen anything out of the ordinary but the Lady could feel her already flushed cheeks burn sharply at the thought that she’d been observed at such an intimate moment.

The grooms accompanied the Lady back to the stables, chatting easily as they rode. Samuel and Levi lived in a room above the stalls and were seldom out of each other’s company, attending to the horses diligently and keeping themselves to themselves.

The Lady’s mind raced as the trio returned to the stables, she didn’t know whether the men had seen anything or not and they certainly gave no clue that they had, being as calm and natural as usual. Still, she wasn’t comfortable with the unknown and needed to know for her own piece of mind.

‘How was your ride today?’ The Lady asked Levi, as they worked hanging saddles and blankets.

‘Twas fine thank you ma’am,’ responded the groom as he worked. A response that gave the Lady no indication at all as to whether she’d been seen or not.

It was Samuel who spoke next. ‘Mind, we do see some sights out in those woods ma’am,’ he said. ‘Courting couples and the likes.’ Samuel was grinning, and with a jolt, her guts turning to water, the Lady realised he was holding her riding crop as he spoke.

Samuel looked directly into her eyes and lifted the crop to his nostrils, taking a deep sniff of the handle. There was no doubt that he could smell her scent on the crop and now she knew undoubtedly that the men had seen her in her moment of madness out in the copse.

‘How could I have been so foolish?’ She thought to herself as her face burned with the humiliation. ‘The whole estate will know. The whole village! Oh God what can I do?’ Desperate thoughts ran through her mind in a whirl.

‘We won’t say nothin’ ma’am,’ said Samuel as he placed the crop in its slot on the wall. ‘Me an’ Levi saw you alright, saw you enjoyin’ yerself. Probly don’t get enough from the old Master, you bein’ 20 years younger an all,’ he said as he walked slowly towards the Lady.

She stood motionless as he advanced, saying nothing as Samuel reached forward and cupped her chin in his hand. ‘You be nice to me an’ Levi an’ no none will know a thing.’ He said as he bent to kiss her lips.

She allowed herself to be kissed by the bold groom; her brain was still whirring with the speed of events. Samuel pushed his tongue between the Lady’s lips and forced it into her mouth. As Samuel’s tongue danced inside her mouth the silent Levi moved behind her and began to unlace her bodice.

‘No! Stop!’ she cried as she felt Levi fiddling with the garment.

‘We won’t hurt you m’lady,’ whispered Samuel as he broke off from the kiss. ‘Just we got so horny seein’ you all bare in them woods,’ he continued huskily as he lifted her skirts in search of her sex.

The Lady struggled for a moment until she felt Levi’s rough hands on the smooth skin of her tits and Samuel’s hard fingers probing at her clitoris. The lust and heat of passion flooded back over her as the two young men assaulted her body from two directions at once. Although she knew this was such a bad thing to be doing the thought of two virile men taking her simultaneously caused the upper class slut to throw caution to the wind for the second time in the fatih escort hour.

The Lady began to groan as she allowed the grooms to maul her body, their work calloused hands running all over her tingling flesh. Very soon she was stood in nothing but her boots once more with each of her big breasts being suckled by the men. She stroked their hair tenderly as they nibbled and licked her sensitive teats, thinking what a contrast the two were when compared to the soft skinned Archer.

‘Look at her big arse Levi, an’ her big jugs,’ said Samuel coarsly when he stood back to examine his naked employer.

‘Aye, she’s fuckin’ beautiful,’ replied Levi to his friend. ‘Let’s get her upstairs,’ he continued, indicating the room above that they shared.

Samuel led the Lady by the hand as she climbed the stairs to their room, her leather heels clacking on the wooden staircase as she climbed. Levi followed close behind and was feeing the flesh of the Lady’s ample backside as he ascended.

Both men were soon naked and the Lady admired their physique. ‘God you’re both lovely,’ she spoke in her upper class tones. ‘Such lovely muscles and hard stomachs,’ she said as they stood before her. The men were both broad shouldered and well muscled, their bodies clearly defined due to the heavy nature of their work with the horses. The Lady looked admiringly at their long, lean thighs and flat, hard stomachs before switching her attention to both stiff cocks.

Samuel pushed her gently back onto the bed and he parted her thighs, gazing in wonder at her pubic bush. ‘Fuckin’ ‘ell Levi,’ he commented. ‘It looks as thought he old bitch has pissed herself,’ he continued lewdly.

The matted and tangled pubic hairs didn’t deter Samuel in the slightest however and he was soon licking the Lady’s intimate centre like it was the most delicious meal on earth.

As the Lady let herself be overtaken by the situation, she abandoned all intent at denying the men. Levi moved so that his stiff cock was close to the Lady’s head, she saw Levi’s penis dangling in front of her face and she reached out to grab it, popping the head into her mouth. She had ever experienced this before, one man tonguing her sex whilst she greedily ate the cock of another. She felt like a whore as she allowed the men to use her holes like this but it felt divine to be taken in such a manner.

Samuel was the first to push his cock into the Lady’s quim and he groaned with pleasure as he slipped into her well greased cunt. ‘Fuck, she’s on fire,’ Samuel moaned as he pushed into the Lady’s molten core.

Levi had pulled his cock from between the Lady’s sucking lips and watched in fascination as his friend’s prick split the mature woman’s labia as the couple fucked. The bed began to creak in protest as Samuel increased the tempo of his thrusting, the Lady’s boots were swinging madly in the air whilst Samuel hooked her legs around his arms and pounded at her.

Samuel pulled his cock out and moved up her body, offering his sticky member to her to suck. The Lady licked at Samuel’s cock, tasting the combination of her juices and his as she tongued it.

She was in for a surprise however. Levi took hold of his friend’s penis and pulled it away from her tongue. She watched stunned, as the groom began to suck the head of his friend’s cock. It was obvious when Samuel made no complaint about this that the grooms were bi sexual and probably enjoyed each other’s company far more than she had first realised. Rather than repelling her the sight of Levi sucking his friend filled the Lady with desire.

‘Oh God, you dirty bastards,’ she groaned as she leant forward and took control of the big cock once again. Both Levi and the Lady licked at Samuel’s cock from balls to tip, kissing each other as their mouths met. They took it in turn to suck Samuel, passing his thick, engorged cock back and forth as the man on the bed watched them, a smile on his rugged face.

Next Levi moved the Lady so she was on her hands and knees on the bed and whilst she continued to greedily suck on Samuel’s cock, he slid his own stiffness into her from behind. The Lady groaned low in her throat as she felt Levi spearing her with his weapon.

The small room was filled with the slapping sound of Levi’s flat; hard stomach hitting the Lady’s buttocks as he fucked her. The Lady’s big breasts were swinging as they hung below her body and Levi reached below to squeeze the big udders as he pounded into her.

The sweet sensation of her cunt sliding up and down his prick meant that Levi couldn’t hold himself back for long and he grunted as he began to spurt his seed into he mature woman’s body.

‘I can feel it spitting!’ Cried The Lady as the groom spurted his hot load into her belly. Her own orgasm pulsed through her limbs, bursting from her squelching cunt as she began to spasm on Levi’s prick.

Samuel pulled away from the Lady’s face in anticipation and as soon as his friend had pulled wetly from her dripping quim he pushed his cock deep into the oozing slit.

Samuel pounded away vigorously at her now, Levi’s spunk leaking from around the sides of his own thrusting cock. He angled his length so that the Lady’s clitoris was taking some friction from his thrusting, causing her climax to bubble on and on.

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John Thomson checked into his company’s rented apartment in Los Angeles. John was a British director and representative for Quality Films Review, an English company that used international reviewers for their magazines. He was supposed to meet reviewers at this apartment that had an office as well as the usual accommodation. The building had a receptionist/concierge and any visitor would have to call at reception where a call would be made to his apartment on the eighth floor. The elevator had a door that opened into the apartment itself.

Now, by chance, a John Thomas (notice the similar name) also had a business apartment in the same building. He represented Quality Films – an adult film making company. He was to interview a potential cast for three up and coming movies.

On the day of John Thomson’s arrival, a sequence of events occurred that would greatly affect his stay in LA. The first was that John Thomas was taken ill with an appendicitis and was rushed to hospital before arriving at his apartment. The second was that the receptionist accidentally missed Review off the end of his company’s title. Thirdly, the letters from ‘Quality Films Review’ that invited various reviewers to meet John Thomson were accidentally thrown away and were never sent.

So John Thomson found himself in his apartment awaiting various unspecified reviewers. He was a single man in his thirties, quite short at five seven and a little overweight. Although he had had a couple of relationships with women, he was really a shy person in that part of his life. He fantasised a lot and looked at many sexy magazines or videos – although he hated buying them.

It was three in the afternoon and he had been on the phone to his home base where he was told to expect three visitors that day. The buzzer on the intercom sounded.

He answered it, “Yes?”

“Is that John … Thomas the director from Quality Films?” The voice was female, American but with a mid European accent.

“Yes,” said John. He hadn’t noticed the slight change in name.

“I’m Sylvia Taylor. I’ve come to see you about a movie?”

John assumed she was reviewing one.

“Okay,” he said, “Come on up. It’s elevator four to the eighth floor.”

“I’ll be right there.”

The elevator arrived and to John’s astonishment, the lady that came into his apartment was not just beautiful. Sylvia was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. She had long, smooth blonde hair that was shoulder length and framed her delicate, perfectly formed face. She wore a plain white t-shirt that stretched very taut across her ample chest. She wore a knee-length black business skirt that clung to the lovely curve of her flared hips and was slit up one side, letting a long, black stockinged thigh poke through with every second step she took. The outfit was completely by a pair of black high heeled shoes that made her look sleek and sexy.

John was fortunately a little dumbfounded at the sight of such a beautiful woman.

“Hi there, John. I’m Sylvia. It’s sure nice to meet you.” She held out a hand.

He shook it, nervously. “Oh ye … yes,” he stuttered – very aware of her.

“Why don’t you sit down? Would you like a drink?”

“Only a mineral water if you have one.” She sat on an armchair as invited and put her shoulder bag on the floor.”

John brought the drinks and sat across from her. Not knowing what to say, he muttered “Well … er … tell me about this movie.”

“You’re the director, aren’t you?”

“Er … yes.”

“Well, do you mind if I show you how I see it?”

“Er … no.”

“It’s just that I’d like to imagine you were the main actor in the movie. Please say as little as possible until I’ve finished.”

“Okay,” said John, a little puzzled.

She pulled a small tape player from her bag and put it on the table. She started the music and as she did so, she got up and danced to it. Rather, she danced for John as she stared very sexily at him while she moved. As she kütahya escort moved in front of the table, she reached down to untuck her t-shirt. She then peeled it up over her head, revealing her perfect breasts, tightly encased in a lacy white bra. The cups pushed her already big tits upwards and together, forming an impressive looking cleavage.

“Oh wow!” gasped John.

She reached around behind her back for the catches on her bra. The action caused her breasts to jut out impressively and John stared openly at the wonderful sight that was about to be unveiled before him. Sylvia unhooked her bra and then shyly let it drop, her perfect tits swinging free, a fantastic sight.

Then she stepped back and reached behind her, unzipping the back of her skirt and letting it fall around her feet. Sylvia’s legs were as long and beautiful as they had looked in her skirt, and from John’s point of view behind her, her stockings and suspender belt looked great as well as her bikini style panties.

Then, still dancing to the music, she approached him and knelt before him.

The lovely blonde reached over into John’s lap and started to unfasten his trousers.

Sylvia paused for a very slight moment. She then reached forward and slipped her hand into the open fly of his pants. He let out a short moan as her soft hand touched his penis, and Sylvia gasped, at finding him fully erect. She took a breath then leant over his lap and kissed the tip of his cock. Then she licked up along the underside of the erection, causing him to groan with pleasure. She then licked all over its head, her tongue swiping and fluttering, lapping up the precum that had leaked out.

“Oh! Oh” groaned John,

Sylvia smiled up at him then bent further over, taking his cock into her hot mouth and sucking heavily. The beautiful blonde’s cheeks hollowed as she worked her way down the length of his hard shaft, taking more and more of him in her mouth. As she sucked John’s dick, her head bobbed faster and faster over his lap.

John groaned, lying back in the couch, staring in awe at Sylvia’s head as she gave him the first blowjob he’d ever had.

“Oh God!” gasped John suddenly, he was close to busting. Sylvia held his cock as she pumped it then, conscious of his orgasm; she aimed his cock at her face.

“Go on, John! Empty those balls for me,” she husked.

John groaned as she started to pump his cock towards her, his hands leaning on the couch for support.. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” John let out a strangled grunt as his cum shot from the end of his cock, splashing over Sylvia’s face,

“Oh God yes!” shouted John as more of his sticky seed spurted out, spattering over Sylvia’s nose, mouth and cheeks. The blonde closed her eyes and opened her mouth as she milked as much of his cum as she could into her throat and onto her tongue.

She got up, drank her mineral water and went to the bathroom. John just sat there exhausted and ecstatic. Two minutes later, she returned and said to him…

“I can do that to any actor in the movie and any Director that wants it. Remember me, Sylvia Taylor when you cast the movies…”

At that, she went to the elevator door and left.

John didn’t know what to believe. Sylvia seemed to have got him confused with somebody else. He got up, cleared up in case his genuine appointments arrived.

Within ten minutes there was another buzz on the intercom.

“Yes?” said John.

“Hi, is that John from Quality Films?” This time the accent was Texan but still female.

“Yes.”

“I’m Terri Patterson. I’m here about a movie.”

“Oh … er you’d better come up then. It’s elevator four and the eighth floor.”

“See you soon.”

When she arrived, she was another stunner. Terri was a tall brunette with the hottest, tightest, fittest body John had ever seen. She wore a pair of skin-tight pink trousers that clung to every curve of her long legs and impressive backside, and a tight manisa escort white woollen jumper that zipped up the front where it stretched taut across her full breasts but came right the way up to a high turtleneck. Conservative and yet sexy, it suited Terri perfectly.

“Ahh, hello Terri, please come in,” stammered John his tongue getting all tied up as he stared at her lumpy sweater.

“It’s nice to meet you, John. I expected you to be older – not so … ahem young and … ahem dishy.”

“Wow,” croaked John. Was this another one who thought he was a movie director? He was normally an honest man but she was so gorgeous and he seemed to be reliving a fantasy that he felt he had to tag along.

“Er … Miss … er that is …er”

“Please call me Terri.” She husked and sat down on the chair previously occupied by Sylvia. “In case you’re wondering, I measure 38C-21-35.”

“Er … Wow! Do you have any speciality, Miss … er … Terri?”

“Well, yes,” she said. “Would you like me to show you?”

“Yes,” he said, “That would be nice.”

“First, I need some music.” She said as she got up and like Sylvia, produced a small tape machine from her bag. She stood up and listened while the rock music began.

She paused for a moment, listening to the beat of the music. “Okay,” she said at last, nodding her head in time with the song, “I can work with this.” With that she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a tight white blouse and then dropped her whole body into an undulating dance, rolling with the throb of the rock song. John was immediately still in his seat, his eyes glued to Terri’s rolling hips and thrusting chest.

She crossed her hands above her head, her hips still rocking erotically as she let her hands slide slowly down her body, caressing the lush curves of her breasts and hips. She then spun around her lovely ass towards John as she bent forward, thrusting her buttocks at him as she looked back between her legs.

John gaped. Terri smiled at him in response and then straightened up, turning and strutting towards him. She paused just in front of him, just out of reach, and resumed her sexy, undulating dance. When the song hit became louder, Terri kicked her leg out towards his groin. He jumped back in the couch in surprise, but Terri’s skilful kick stopped inches short of doing him an injury, her long heel jabbing into the seat of the couch. Terri smiled encouragingly and gestured for him to take her shoe off, licking her lips seductively.

His worried expression turned to a grin as he took off her shoe, stroking his hands up and down her ankle as he did so. Terri then briefly pressed her bare foot into his throbbing erection before she stepped back down and kicked out again. She then leaned forward towards him and pulled his head into her chest, rubbing her breasts across his face through the blouse she wore. John lifted his hands to the side of her full tits, squeezing them as he rubbed his face around her cleavage, wishing that it was her bare breasts he was sampling.

Terri drew back from John’s busy hands, the song building up to a climax as she reached down and began unbuttoning the front of her trousers, standing just out of his reach. She shot him a seductive smile and bent forward, giving him an excellent view down the front of her blouse as she peeled off her pants. She straightened up, standing before him in her tight blouse and a skimpy g-string. Terri paused for a few seconds letting him take in the spectacular sight of her lace covered crotch and long legs before she bent her knees, thrust her hips and rocked back into her sexy strutting dance. As she turned away from him, John gasped in awe at the sight of her fabulous body.

She strutted forward and turned away from him, bending forward to look back between her long legs again. She shot John another enticing look, licking her top lip slowly and seductively as she reached up and pressed her boobs mardin escort together.

As Terri moved away from him the song changed to the next track, this one was a heavier rock song by Fleetwood Mac. Terri swayed in front of him as she took in the song transition, then moved forward and straddled his lap. Terri began to grind her hips down onto his lap. His hands slid up her thighs to her hips as her pussy rubbed against his throbbing crotch. Terri smiled down at him and then slowly reached up between her breasts to where her blouse was buttoned. Without stopped her humping on his lap she ripped her blouse open wide, displayed her large C-cup tits. John moaned at the mouth watering sight, humping up off the couch against her as she rode him. His hands slid up from their position on her hips to cup and squeeze her firm tits, enjoying the way they filled his hands.

Before he could get too frisky Terri drew back off his lap, pushing his eager hands away from her tits as she danced away from him. Terri quickly turned her back to him as she sat on his lap again, pressing her pussy into his groin. John groaned as she leant back and pressed her body against him. She took hold of his hands and lifted them to her tits which he eagerly began to squeeze and knead. The gorgeous girl let him grope her huge breasts for a few moments longer before she slid down his body towards the floor. She went to her knees with her head resting in his lap before she turned to press her face into his crotch. John moaned in surprise, not sure what to do, this was certainly the most intimate dance he’d ever seen.

Terri shook her head around, rubbing her face in his lap. She then pressed her lips against the outline of his hard cock, kissing him through his pants. With one finger she traced the line of his cock against his zipper.

Then carefully, but surely, she unzipped him. She then reached forward and slipped her hand into the open fly of John’s pants. He let out a short moan as her soft hand touched his penis, and Terri smiled longingly at his full erection.

“Oh, yeah!” gasped Terri, “I feel so horny. I needed a big hard cock like this.”

She took a breath then leant over his lap and kissed the tip of his cock. Then she licked up along the underside of the erection, causing him to groan with pleasure. She then licked all over its head, her tongue swiping and fluttering, lapping up the precum that had leaked out.

“Oh! Oh!” groaned John,

Terri smiled up at him then bent further over, taking his cock into her hot mouth and sucking heavily. The beautiful brunette’s cheeks hollowed as she worked her way down the length of his hard shaft, taking more and more of him in her mouth. As she sucked John’s dick, her head bobbed faster and faster over his lap.

John groaned, lying back in the couch, his hands dropping to stroke the top of Terri’s head as she gave him the second blowjob he’d ever had. If it hadn’t have been for Sylvia blowing him less than half an hour earlier, he would probably have come there and then. But he stayed and after about two minutes of ecstatic blowing, Terri stood up, pulled off her G-string and mounted him. His back was to the couch and she sat astride his lap, her pussy moving rhythmically up and down his hard erection.

Her hands rested on his shoulders and her nipples brushed up and down against his face as she moaned loudly… “Oh! Oh! Oh! Your cock is so big and hard and it’s going to make me COME! Oh, John, honey! I love that cock. I love it! I love it! I lerrrrve it!” She grasped his head to her breasts as she came loudly and pumped John’s seed deep into her. They both lay back and rested.

After ten minutes, Terri got up, went to the bathroom and returned dressed. Then she said something Sylvia had said. “I can do that to any actor in the movie and any Director that wants it. Remember me, Terri Patterson when you cast the movies…”

At that, she went to the elevator door and left – just like Sylvia.

John didn’t know what to believe. How many more would confuse him with somebody else. He had to admit though; he had never had such a fantastic day.

He got up, cleared up in case his genuine appointments arrived or in case another aspiring porn actress was looking for a part.

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The room they entered was dim, the only light to fall upon the walls was the flickering of the candles she had carefully arranged earlier. A small smile plays about her lips as she leads him to the lone chair in the centre of the room. Her eyes twinkle as she gazes up at him, a small frown crossing his forehead as he leans down to whisper ‘ Just what do you have planned babe? ‘

Her lashes lowering slightly as a small giggle escapes her lips, she answers softly ‘ Wait and see baby .. I know you’re going to enjoy it ‘ Gently pushing him back into the chair she turns quickly, her full skirt spinning out around her, his eyes catching a brief glimpse of the smooth white skin of her legs before the skirt settles back into place.

His eyes lift and lock onto her hips, watching the gentle swaying motion as she walks away from him. She turns back to face him, a wicked grin lighting up her face, his eyes drop as he spots the pair of silk scarves dangling from her fingers. His eyebrow lifts slightly as she moves forward, heading back to his side to whisper in his ear ‘ Trust me baby? ‘

Head tilted to the side as his eyes lock with hers, his voice low, filled with love he answers ‘ Always my love ‘ His hand lifts to her face, the backs of his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek as he again whispers ‘ With my life babe, I’m yours, do with me as you wish ‘

Smiling softly she stands and walks behind him, her hands lifting to his shoulders, fingers gently caressing the bare flesh of his neck as they slowly move over his shoulders, trailing down over his hands, her nails gently raking against his flesh. Gently lifting his hands against the chair’s back, her fingers quickly lace the scarves over his wrists and onto the rungs, tying the silky fabric securely, yet not so tight to cause pain.

A small smile lingers on her lips as she slowly rises, her hands moving over his back, lips dropping to press a soft kiss against his ear, her warm breath washing over his skin, goose bumps rising over his flesh as a soft moan sounds low in his throat.

Standing swiftly she moves to the corner of the room, his eyes following her every movement as he tries to work out just what she has planned, watching carefully as she lifts a CD and places it in the player. His eyes widen and a soft gasp escapes his lips as he finally realises her intentions, a huge grin spreading across his face as he waits breathlessly for her to start.

Turning to face him as the first soft strains of music being to fill the room she smiles, her body swaying gently in time with the song, her hands lifting to run over her body, fingers pressing in against her flesh, soft moans sounding deep in her throat as the tips of her fingers brush against her nipples.Glancing up, her eyes locked with his as she slowly moves across the room towards him, hands dropping to the buttons of her top, fingers slowly sliding them through their holes, inch by inch exposing more of her pale flesh for his eager eyes.

Stopping in front of him, one lone button holding her top together, the material clinging to her breasts like a lovers touch, she lifts her hands to cover her breasts, fingers kneading the flesh as her body sways, head eskişehir escort thrown back, her hair cascading down over her shoulders and back. Lifting her head to gaze back into his eyes, her hands move down her body, one finger dipping into the waistband of her skirt, teeth sinking into her lower lip as the tip moves closer to her panties.

Quickly sliding her finger from her skirt she returns to her task at hand, her body swaying in time with the song, her shirt shifting with the slight breeze she causes, his eyes dropping to catch the brief glimpses of her pale breasts as the material parts.

Sliding her hands back up her body, her fingers quickly slip the last button through it’s hole, her hands clutching the material tight to her body as she turns her back to him. Looking over her shoulder at him, a small smile playing over her lips she slips her hands free of the material, lifting a hand to grip the shirt at her shoulder, slowly pushing it down, exposing her soft pale flesh for his eager eyes, giggling softly as she glances back, catching him wriggling in the chair, arms pulling against their restraints.

Laughing softly she allows the material to fall from her other shoulder, her shirt dropping to her waist, her back bare to his gaze, his eyes travelling hungrily over the silken flesh. Turning towards him slowly, her hands lifting the material back to her shoulders, she faces him, hands dropping to allow the shirt to gape open, revealing the pale curves of her breasts, but still covering her dark nipples, the material caught against the hard peaks.

As she stares into his eyes, her hands slide up her body, fingers dipping into her long dark hair, lifting it up off her shoulders as her body slowly lowers towards the floor, knees bending as she twists and turns with the music. Closing her eyes as her body moves to the rhythm, slowly rising back from the floor, her shirt shifting, his body straining forward as his eyes dart over her body, eager for more glimpses of her skin as she twists and turns just for him.

Sliding her fingers inside her waistband she slowly begins to slide the material down over her hips, the material riding low on her body as her fingers move to her navel, one long nail flicking out against her piercing as it shimmers in the pale candlelight. A soft moan sounds over the music as her nail flicks the piercing back and forth, teeth sinking into her lower lip as the tugging of her piercing sends an answering tug deep within her lower body.

Her eyes open as she stares back at him, teeth still worrying at her swollen lip, hands moving to grip the waistband of her skirt, gently tugging it lower on her hips, sighing softly as it slides soundlessly to the floor. Her eyes still locked with his she steps forward, one foot catching the skirt and kicking it to the side, her body still swaying to the music, hands moving over her hips, lifting higher to cup her breasts beneath the gaping shirt.

Moving closer to him as he struggles in the chair, his moans growing louder as more and more of her body is exposed to his gaze, her hands lift to reach out and caress his face, her nails gently raking against his cheeks as she gaziantep escort sways her hips closer to his aching body. Her hands lift to rest against his shoulders as she leans forward to whisper in his ear, her breasts brushing against his body, nipples hardening as they rub against the material of his shirt, her warm breath washing over his neck as the words flow past her lips ‘ enjoying this lover? ‘

His eyes lock with hers, body straining forward, desperately seeking closer contact with hers as he groans ‘ very much lover … let me taste you ‘ She giggles and skips back lightly, a cooling rush of wind flowing over her body as she turns her back to him, a wicked grin on her face as she glances back over her shoulder and looks at his face.

Winking cheekily she quickly lowers her hands to the floor, sighing softly as she wraps her fingers around her ankles, her ass high in the air, a low growl coming from behind her as his eyes lock on her lace covered cheeks, his hands jerking at the scarves as he tries in vain to reach her.

Slowly she releases her ankles, legs spreading apart slightly as she peeks between them, winking once more as she sees the desire evident on his face. Standing swiftly she spins and in one fluid movement tosses the shirt up and over her shoulders, baring her full aching breasts to him, her chest rising and falling as she breathes deeply. Darting her tongue over her lower lip she lets the shirt fall from her arms to pool around her feet, leaving her standing before him almost naked, a wicked smile lighting her face as she inches closer to his straining body.

Humming softly in time with the music as she wanders around behind him, her hands trailing over his back, her breasts brushing against the back of his neck as she leans down closer, her breath cool against his heated flesh as she softly sings along with the song ‘ Must have picked the stars out of the sky and left them in your eyes, I’m thinkin’ bout you every day and every night, I love the way you drive me insane, Make me laugh, make me love, make me crazy, I feel alive, you’re the only one to drive me wild ‘

Moving back to the front as she continues to hum along with the song, her hands lifting to grip the waistband of her lace panties as she moves to stand between his knees, leaning forward, breasts brushing lightly against his face, a nipple dancing teasingly against his lower lip. Moaning loudly as she feels his tongue dart out against the hard nub, her hands stilled momentarily as a slight shudder passes through her body, pressing closer against his lips as her hands push her panties lower, sliding them easily over her tight ass.

Her moan turns to a low groan as his lips enclose her nipple, sucking the tight bud deep within his mouth, his tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive nub. Teeth sinking into her swollen lip she presses harder against his mouth, hands lifting to grip his shoulders as she tugs him closer, moans growing louder as she moves her breasts against his lips. Bringing one hand back to her body she finishes pushing her panties as low as they will go, her ass wriggling with the effort of dislodging them from her giresun escort body, smiling as she feels them fall against her feet, carefully stepping out of them, kicking them gently under the chair.

Moving her body closer against his again she lifts a leg up and over his thigh, her body lowering as she grinds her aching pussy against his denim clad thigh, his leg moving with her body, pushing up against her, pressing harder against her swollen clit. Gripping his shoulders harder with her nails her body moves faster against his thigh, groans sounding loud in the now silent room as his mouth moves from one nipple across to the other to hungrily suck it deep within his hot mouth.

Gripping his thigh tight within her knees she grinds her clit down against him, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her long dark hair rippling down her back, shimmering in the faint light. His arms pull harder against the scarves, hands finally escaping their captivity he lifts them to cup her full breasts, fingers of one hand crushing a swollen bud as the other hand drifts down over her back, slipping lower on her body, cupping her ass to squeeze tight as he pushes his leg harder against her, the friction against her clit causing her body to tingle, shudders travelling across her skin as she drops her head against his, lips pressing against his salty skin, tongue flicking out to taste.

Her lips pressed tight against his skin she continues moving her hips against his thigh, moaning louder as she presses down harder against his hard muscles, her tongue moving against his skin, licking and tasting every available inch.

A loud gasp sounds in the room as she feels his hand slip from her ass cheek, down under her thigh, the tips of his fingers brushing against her ass, a finger pressing against the opening, her body jerking forward at the contact causing her clit to press sharply against his thigh, sparks shooting through her body radiating from her clit. Pressing her lips to his skin she gently sucks the flesh into her mouth, her teeth nibbling gently as she rocks her hips against his thigh, low moans sounding in her throat as his hand moves up and over her thigh, sliding down between her legs, his fingers pushing between her aching pussy and his damp jeans, fingers moving forward, seeking the warm entrance.

Groaning loudly she bites down on his neck as he swiftly slides two fingers deep inside her, teeth locked on the flesh as he slams his fingers in and out of her, his thumb moving up to rub against her swollen clit, pressing harder against the sensitive bud as he drives his fingers faster into her body. She releases his skin as her head rolls back, a deep groan sounding low in her throat as her hips slam down against his fingers, her body jerking against his thigh as the beginnings of her orgasm spread through her body. Screaming his name as he slams a third finger deep inside her, her orgasm racing through her body, skin tingling with the sensations as she continues to rock her body against his.

Low moans sound throughout the room as she rides out her orgasm, her hands gripping his shoulders tight as her head drops back against his shoulders, her chest rising and falling hard and fast as she struggles to regain her breath, her hands moving over his back clutching him close. Slowly she lifts her head to look into his eyes and whisper … ‘ so baby …. did you like? ‘ Her only answer is a low growl as he lifts her and carries her off to the bedroom to show her what he really thought of her show.

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Caroline was bored! She had agreed to accompany her best friend Ellen, on a business trip to France. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, as Ellen had a fantastic expenses account which was funding the trip. Ellen had been having an affair with her married boss for two years and he was meant to be with her, but he had been unable to come. One of his children had fallen while out riding, and was now sporting a broken arm. Ellen of course had cried and ranted but he was adamant that she would have to travel alone, as always his family came first. So it seemed only fair that she should invite Caroline and he should pay!

Ellen was half French and had cousins and friends living in Paris, whom she had not seen for a while, so she had arranged to meet them for a reunion meal. It was pleasant at first, for about half an hour, but let’s face it, listening to four other women bitching about their men in a language that she barely understood, was not Caroline’s idea of a great night out, she was a single woman and they were in Paris for goodness sake!!!

Her mind inevitably started to wander and her favourite place to wander these days was straight between her legs! She had been divorced for two years and had emerged from the marriage as a tight little chrysalis who had grown into the most sexual and beautiful butterfly who surprised everyone that had known her before. But the person it had surprised the most was her! She had always been an attractive woman, but sort of mumsy. Now however, she was indeed beautiful and she was proud of the fact that no surgery had been required. She never lied about her age as it never failed to amuse her when she told strangers that she was fifty years old, she loved the reaction it engendered. Women were always jealous and men looked at her with open desire; their eyes conveying the fact that they wanted to fuck her right here right now!

The waiter jolted her from her thoughts when he came over to refill her glass and she allowed her eyes to wander idly around the restaurant. There was a group of French business men a few tables away and one of them had just told a joke and they were all laughing! That was when she saw him, smouldering brown eyes, jet black hair, beautiful white teeth and the deepest, sexiest laugh she had ever heard! He was looking straight at her and she knew immediately that he wanted to fuck her. She could feel her pelvic muscles start to contract at the sight of him and her cunt was immediately wet. She decided to take a closer look. She excused herself and started to make her way to the rest room, which just happened to take her right by his table.

Max was bored! He had only agreed to come on this particular business trip to France because his darling wife had been bitching at him for weeks to buy her a new car, to go with the new house he had worked his bollocks off to buy! At thirty three, he had been married for five years and loved his wife and two kids, but he longed to get away from the mundane trappings of married life. The men he was with were all French and were so intent on their conversation that they had forgotten he was Italian and spoke very little French. They did keep speaking English occasionally, but not often enough to hold his interest. One of the guys had just made a crude joke about a little group of French women across the restaurant, he understood the gist of what was said and it made him laugh out loud; he could not help glancing over in their direction.

That was when he saw her, amazing blue eyes directly holding his gaze, short dark hair, full red lips that screamed at him to stick his dick between them, and the most fabulous full cleavage, urging him to dive straight in. His balls immediately started to tighten and he could feel his dick stirring in his tight Armani boxers. Just then she excused herself and started to saunter over towards his table, he was mesmerised by her curvaceous hips as they swayed in his direction swathed in a tight red silk dress. As she came nearer he watched as her tits jiggled just enough to make his balls start to ache. She was still looking straight at him. And what a look! It told him without a doubt that she wanted to fuck him!

As she walked across the restaurant, Caroline was aware of the admiring glances she was getting from the other diners. Head held high and never taking her eyes off his, Caroline did her best Marilyn Monroe walk, hips swaying seductively and tits jiggling just enough to ensure that she held his attention, she drew alongside his table and gave a slight intake of breath as she passed by, she knew he was watching her and she knew that he would follow.

Max could feel his heart beating out of his chest and his hard dick was already straining to escape. As soon as she disappeared around the corner to the restroom, he excused himself and headed in the same direction. He was unaware of anything except his erection and his aching balls!

Caroline turned the corner tokat escort to the restroom, her heart beating so fast that she could hardly breathe; she opened her purse and withdrew a card which contained the name of her hotel and the room number. She had learned this trick from a friend who had once worked as a call girl, who had simply told her that opportunity should never be allowed to walk by!

Max turned the corner to the restroom and almost collided with her, before he had a chance to say a word; she held his hand and placed her mouth against his ear and whispered “now”! Then she brushed past him and strolled quickly back in to the restaurant. He stood for a second or two, inhaling the smell of her perfume that still lingered in the air. Then he realised that he had something in his hand, it was a business card for the Hotel Notre Dame, he turned it over and it simply said ‘room 1069’

Caroline headed quickly back to the table and spoke to Ellen, telling her that she suddenly felt very ill and needed to return to the hotel. Ellen looked a little surprised and offered to go with her, but Caroline would not hear of it, she said goodnight to the others and then walked briskly out to the street where she immediately hailed a taxi.

Max felt like he’d just smoked the first cigarette of the day! His head was spinning with excitement. He walked back through to the restaurant, to see her leaving!

Caroline sat in the taxi, feeling such anticipation; she knew he would come after her and her cunt was throbbing with anticipation!

As he left the restaurant, Max saw her disappearing in to a taxi! He had to have her! He knew she was teasing him, but the torment was so delicious. The anticipation of having her was more than he could stand, but the thrill of the chase was making him high! Arriving at the hotel, he walked inside and looked around for the elevator, but as he made his way towards it, he saw her! She was sitting at the bar with a glass of champagne. He noticed straight away that she had her eyes fixed on his crotch as he walked towards her. She held out her hand and said “Hi, I’m Caroline” She had the most dazzling smile and the second she held his hand, his balls felt ready to explode!

Caroline saw him the moment he walked into the lobby he was trying to smooth down his unruly hair, it crossed her mind that he was wasting his time, she planned to dishevel it shortly anyway! As he strode towards her, she could not take her eyes off his bulging crotch. She knew that she would shortly release that dick and the thought of it was making her cunt tingle with desire! After introducing herself, she handed him a glass of champagne and he tapped it against her glass and looking directly at her he said “Alla tua salute! Bellisima Caroline” The sound of his voice melted her! She had to have him! Now!

Max knew that he had her; English women could never resist the sound of his voice. He decided to take control and holding out his arm for her, he steered her across the bar towards the elevator. They stepped inside and he could feel the electricity between them His instinct was to take her in his arms immediately and press his mouth against hers, but he wanted the anticipation to last a little longer, he was so turned on by the build up.

When she took hold of his arm, Caroline thought she would cum there and then, he smelled delicious and she thought she would not make it to her room without trying to eat him! But she managed to hold herself back, despite the way her nipples were straining against the silk of her dress. She felt sure that he must be able to smell her desire!

As soon as they stepped in to the room Max could wait no longer, he took her in his arms and started to kiss her, deep and hard, exploring her mouth with his tongue, he could feel her hungry response and it just fired him more. She had one hand in his hair and the other on his ass, pulling him against her. He pushed her against the wall and with one arm he lifted her off her feet and her legs automatically wound around his waist. He hitched up her dress and immediately found his way to her gaping wet cunt, she wasn’t wearing panties and he could feel that she was smooth and hair free, he groaned as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. He lifted her and turned towards the bed, laying her on her back at the edge of the bed, he dropped to his knees on the floor and pushing her legs wide, his tongue started to explore her cunt.

Caroline loved that he had taken her and put her, she was on her back and his tongue was busy licking and exploring the lips of her cunt. She could not lie still, her hips were thrusting against his face and her hands were tangled in his hair as she held him against her. Then he was pushing his fingers inside her, and his teeth were gently biting her clit, he found her G-spot with ease and she could not help crying out as she felt herself building to an orgasm, she felt it in her yozgat escort toes first and it worked its way up her legs, that gorgeous familiar tingle, then her pelvic muscles started to contract and as he kept pushing against her G-spot and nibbling and sucking her clit, she felt it, like a massive release of energy exploding from her body, her pelvic muscles were furiously squeezing tight, contracting and releasing in waves, she could feel her juice squirting all over his hand as her orgasm over took her and she was groaning with lust.

Max loved how she tasted and when he felt her orgasm erupting he was so turned on by the force of her juice squirting from inside her cunt that he almost shot his load. He stood up and quickly opened his pants releasing his swollen dick from his boxers, then he lifted her into his arms and as she wrapped her legs around him once again he slowly slid her down on to his cock. Her arms were around his neck and she slid her tongue in to his mouth in time to his thrusts, his hands were holding her ass and working her up and down on his dick, he could feel her grinding against him and he knew that she was building to another orgasm, her juice was oozing down over his balls and he could feel her muscles squeezing his dick tight. He had to sit on the bed as his legs started to weaken, he was almost ready to cum and he wanted to feel her grind down hard on him, he wanted to be as deep inside her as he could get. She had her legs tight around him and was thrusting and grinding in time to his thrusts, he felt her muscles tighten at the same time as he felt his balls tighten and then he was there, she was whispering in his ear “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah” and then she was screaming out loud as he felt his cum shoot inside her, her muscles squeezing tight around his cock.

Caroline sat back in his arms and looked at him; she smiled and said “By the way, what’s your name?” He threw back his head and laughed! “Buonasera Signora, mi chiamo Max, piacere!” She had no clue what he had said to her, but she guessed his name was Max. She stood up and started to remove her dress. She could not take her eyes off him, he was so sexy and she knew that she was going to have him again.

Max watched her as she undressed and at the same time he removed his own clothes. She had magnificent tits, he saw her pink, hard nipples for the first time and felt his dick stirring again. She had a lovely curvaceous body; he hated to see women who had no flesh on them! *

Caroline caught sight of herself on the way past the mirror as she reached in to the mini bar to find a small bottle of Champagne. She had a great idea of what she wanted to do with it and the mirror would also be a nice addition. She poured a glass of Champagne and took a large sip, which she kept in her mouth and then she walked back to where Max was sitting on the edge of the bed and bent over in front of him. Taking his dick in her mouth, she allowed the bubbles to play around the head of his dick, using her tongue to move them and make them fizz.

Max watched her as she poured a drink and then moved back towards him, as she bent over and took his semi hard dick in to her mouth he caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. She had a fantastic shaped ass, firm and round. He was thinking of spanking those cheeks when he felt the bubbles playing on his dick and he jerked with surprise and excitement. She stood up laughing and then she offered him the glass and lying on the bed, beckoned him towards her with one finger. He obeyed immediately, she told him to take a drink, hold it in his mouth and then go down on her. She was thrusting against his mouth again and he loved the feel of it and the taste of the Champagne mixed with her juice and his own cum.

Caroline wanted to suck his dick, she moved around the bed until she was astride his face and her face was above his dick, which was now rock hard again. She took hold of his dick and very gently started to lick around the tip then she sucked it deep and slowly in to her mouth. His tongue was exploring her cunt, he slid it deeply inside her and she moaned. She was grinding hard on his face rubbing her wet cunt all over his face, feeling his tongue on her clit and her labia which were now large and swollen, she could feel her clit throbbing and she knew that her juice was running all over his face.

Max was trying to hold back, he did not want to cum again so soon, he loved the taste of her and the way she was sucking his cock was making him want to thrust hard. He took hold of her hips and reluctantly lifted her away from his face. She was whimpering as he pulled his cock away from her mouth and he moved her forward on to her knees, while he manoeuvred himself behind her, he pushed her face down and pulled her ass upwards towards his hard dick. Making sure that he had a good view of her ass, he slowly slid his dick deep in to her cunt and then very slowly he started zonguldak escort to thrust deep inside her. She tried to move, but he told her to lay still, holding her down with one hand and slowly and precisely caressing her clit with the other, he continued to slide in and out slowly and then faster and harder and deeper, she was crying out now, then he deliberately pulled his dick almost out of her, making her cry out. He slid it out and rubbed it around her ass hole, then back inside her cunt, hard thrusts again, still rubbing her clit, then out and rubbing around her ass hole again, then back inside her cunt, teasing her, making her cry out loud.

Caroline was so excited, he was tormenting her, fucking her hard and deep and then taking it away from her, she was trying to press herself back so that he could not take his dick out of her cunt, but he held her down so that she could not move. She was on the brink of another orgasm and the way he was teasing her ass was so delicious, she wanted to feel his dick inside her ass, this was driving her mad. She felt him pull his dick out of her cunt again and rubbing it around her ass hole again, she could not stand this a moment longer, she reached her arm back and took hold of his dick and held it against her ass hole, he stopped holding her down, using his hand to hold her ass cheeks a little wider, then very slowly she pushed back as she guided his dick into her ass.

The second Max felt his dick slide in to her ass, he felt her start to stiffen, he was still rubbing her clit and he knew that she was close to her orgasm again. She pushed right back against him so that his dick was all the way inside her and she was moaning now and breathing hard and fast. He started to thrust his dick inside her ass, taking her lead as she told him that she wanted him deeper and faster. Then she started to scream out and he could feel her muscles tighten around his dick, he felt his balls tighten and as she started to shudder, he felt his hot cum shoot inside her ass. He held her hips tight against him and kept dead still, eyes closed, groaning quietly and allowing his orgasm to consume him.

Ellen was in a taxi on her way back to the Hotel Notre Dame. She had told the others that she was worried about her friend. But Caroline had not fooled her! She knew her friend too well, she had noticed the way Caroline had looked at the gorgeous guy in the restaurant and it had not escaped her notice the way he had practically run out of the restaurant the second Caroline had left! She could not blame him though; Ellen had often tried to fathom what exactly it was about Caroline that drew people to her, she really had a certain kind of magnetism. Maybe it was her forthrightness that attracted people, she certainly did not beat around the bush when she spoke about sex and it often made Ellen blush! The trouble was that Ellen and Caroline both found the same kind of men attractive and Ellen had spotted the gorgeous guy the second they had gone in to the restaurant! Now she was curious and strangely excited about what he and Caroline might be doing right now! The thought of it made her tummy flip and she could feel a familiar stirring between her legs.

As she let herself in to the room, Ellen could hear the sound of the shower. She felt embarrassed all of a sudden and was going to leave but then she noticed that the door to the bathroom was ajar, her curiosity got the better of her and she moved across the room and looked inside the bathroom, through the shower screen, she could see Caroline with her back towards her, water running down her back, facing the gorgeous man who was on his knees in the shower performing oral sex on her friend. She felt strangely turned on by this sight and she began to flush, the shower screen was not fully closed and she noticed the gorgeous man looking straight at her and was about to run away when he winked at her! She was rooted to the spot and did not know what to do. But she kept watching him, he was caressing Caroline’s ass and she was moaning softly and thrusting her hips towards him as she held his head against her. Ellen could not help it; she started to feel so turned on that she just had to touch herself! Her hand found its way between her legs and she started to rub herself. She could see him watching her and it was making her feel strangely erotic. She caressed her thigh and hitched up her dress. She was feeling very brave now, she pulled her panties to one side and started to rub her clit, the gorgeous guy never took his eyes off her and she could feel her breath getting faster as her pelvic muscles started to tighten.

Caroline had noticed Max wink and she could see that his attention was elsewhere. She wondered if Ellen was back! She had wondered if Ellen would come back early, but thought that it would be over between her and Max by then. As it turned out, she was now on her way to a third orgasm and was not ready to stop yet! She knew that Ellen had once told her that she had a fantasy to watch other people having sex, so she guessed that was what her friend was doing right now! Caroline put her finger under Max’s chin and lifted his face towards hers and she winked at him. His smile told her that she was correct in her assumption!

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Dear Readers – Here’s the next chapter in the tale of Jake and Juliet, two neighbors in NYC trying to find love and lust in the midst of the pandemic. If you haven’t read Chapters 1, and 3, I urge you to do so before availing yourself of this installment. It will add so much to your enjoyment. As always, if you enjoy it, let me know by rating or commenting. – Merci, Petitmort

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The pandemic of 2020 had evolved from lockdown to a tentative reopening. Even in New York City, there was talk of how smaller groups of people could come together in “pods” and still minimize the spread of the virus. Large gatherings were out, but smaller co-minglings were starting to occur across the city. Young people especially were starting to reconnect, albeit cautiously.

Juliet was in her kitchen when she heard her phone beep. It was a text from Jake.

“Check this out”

She followed a link to a New York Times article about how public health officials in New York had just provided guidance that it was now okay to resume in-person sexual relationships, preferably with a limited number of partners. The gist of the article was that human touch and sexuality were important elements of mental well-being and, if both parties were diligent about staying safe, intimate physical content was considered an acceptable risk.

Juliet’s heart leapt. She and Jake had talked for weeks about the day when they would actually be able to be together. They had enjoyed Zoom sex for weeks now. It led to enjoyable, even torrid sex. They used the forced separation as an opportunity to have a different kind of relationship. They talked more, shared their thoughts and desires, and explored their sexual fantasies.

In fact, Juliet had some of her most satisfying sexual encounters of her life with Jake. They had developed a trust, and an intimacy, that allowed her to be totally authentic with him, to be her true self. They would lay in bed at night and have long, intimate talks over video calls. They’d set up their laptops so they were literally face-to-face in bed. They would tell each other stories – some true, some fantasy – that tapped into their deepest desires. With their hands free, they were able to slowly build the sexual tension and then to satisfy themselves in perfect synchronicity.

But Juliet longed to be able to touch Jake. She knew he had a great body. She could see that when they took their socially distanced walks together in the parks around the city. Tall, athletic, sinewy. He had dark curly hair that was growing longer by the week. He reminded her of an Italian movie star she had a crush on when she was a girl.

Plus, Jake was … physically gifted. She had gotten glimpses of his manhood during their late night virtual sexscapades. They’d pan their bodies with their laptop cameras to heighten the pleasure. She knew that he was big. Bigger than any man she’d ever known. Not that she was a size fanatic or anything. It was just … not being able to feel it … it felt like such a cheat.

As for Jake, he wanted nothing more than to be physically intimate with Juliet. She had exactly the kind of body that made his heart pound. Lithe and lovely. Juliet had a dancer’s body – slender hips with perfectly proportioned breasts. An adorable ass. And her face – it was a face to launch a thousand ships. She was French, Parisian to be precise, and she had the elegant features, the accent, and the sophistication that he found sexy beyond belief.

In addition, Juliet was a sexual dynamo. Jake was pretty experienced – guys with his looks and charm tend to have their share of women. Still, he had never known a woman who was as sexually responsive and as adventurous as she was. She would lose herself totally during their trysts, achieving orgasm early and often. He longed to experience that first hand – to see her luscious body becoming aroused, to feel her silky skin, to smell her scent.

Now, in a matter of a New York Minute, it all seemed possible.

Juliet responded to his email.

“My door’s unlocked”

Jake, who lived in the apartment right above Juliet’s, took a deep breath. This was the moment he’d be waiting for.

Juliet’s text was simple but Jake understood exactly what it meant. This was the advantage of having weeks to get to know each other so intimately. Jake knew that Juliet had a recurring fantasy that a man sneaks into her apartment while she’s sleeping. He silently slips into her bed and proceeds to ravish her. Any thoughts of resisting him are dispelled by the intense pleasure of the moment. It wasn’t rough sex or non-consent she wanted. It was surprising, passionate sex, with a man she’d yearned for from afar. Like her neighbor from the apartment above her.

Jake changed into a black pullover and sweatpants. He pulled on dark socks but no shoes. He was going into stealth mode.

He slowly turned the doorknob on her front door and silently let himself in. As he expected, the apartment was dark. Using the illumination kırşehir escort from the streetlights outside, he tiptoed to her bedroom door. He listened for sounds coming from her room. Nothing. He silently turned the doorknob and slowly opened the door.

Inside, a single candle illuminated the room. Juliet was in bed, motionless. Jake stealthily moved to the side of her bed. He silently pulled off his shirt and pants. Naked, he slipped under the blanket and between the sheets.

He moved slowly next to her. Jake knew that Juliet always slept in the nude. Knowing her naked body was just an arm’s reach away made his heart pound with anticipation.

Juliet’s heart was pounding too. She had waited for this moment for so long. She sensed he was there but when will he touch her? How will he touch her? She didn’t know.

Jake moved closer to her motionless body. He could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. He reached his hand out to touch her, his fingers inching forward. In search of her nakedness.

At last, his fingertips reached her bare skin of her back. Juliet gasped.

Jake’s fingers slowly drifted downward along her curve of her back. He marveled at how silky smooth her skin was, how warm, how downy. His touch was feathery, he was barely touching her at all. And it felt amazing.

Juliet realized she had been holding her breath for who knows how long. Knowing that it was Jake, right next to her, felt incredible. His touch sent electricity through her body. It was driving her crazy.

Then, another sensation. She felt his soft lips kissing the center of her back. Ever so softly. She let out a murmur, as if in a dream, and turned toward him, rolling onto her back. She pushed back the covers revealing her naked body down to her waist. One hand went above her head and she arched her back, as if still asleep.

Jake looked at her lovely face, her raven hair so stark against the white pillow, her sumptuous breasts beckoning to him. He thought he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life. He started to kiss her, ever so softly. On her arms, her breasts, her neck. He knew she loved to be kissed on the crook of her neck, he knew it drove her crazy. He nuzzles his face there, kissing her, inhaling her scent.

Juliet opened her eyes and he felt her arms around his neck.

“Mon amour,” she whispered.

He softly kissed her face, moving closer and closer to her lips. Finally, and for the first time, they kissed.

It was a kiss for the ages.

“Oh Jake,” she whispered. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

“Me too,” he said simply. “And I don’t want it to end.”

She held him close, hugging him tight as if to pull him inside her.

For the longest time, they lay that way. Face to face. Looking into each other’s eyes. Just kissing.

“Let me look at you,” she said finally, pulling the sheet back to reveal his naked body.

“Mmmm, tu es délicieux!” she said looking at his long, toned body.

He too took in her nakedness – she was more beautiful in the flesh than he even imagined.

He began to kiss her body, starting with her collar bones and shoulders, down to her breasts and nipples, to her torso and hips. She lay back with a smile on her face, basking in the joy of the moment.

He began to kiss her lower abdomen, at the crease where her legs meet her hips, and her pubic mound. She was partially shaven, with a neatly trimmed landing strip.

She reached down and took his head in her hands, running her fingers through his thick, curly hair. With the lockdown, she had watched it grow longer and longer until he resembled a Roman god, in her mind anyway. She guided him to the warm wetness between her legs.

For the longest time, he kissed and licked her pussy while she held his head and moaned with pleasure. His tongue felt like heaven inside her.

Jake thought she tasted better than any woman he had ever known. He couldn’t believe how wet she was and how beautifully she came.

When her orgasm was complete, he kissed his way back up her body, past her tummy and her breasts, until his cock was at the level of her pussy. He was hard, of course. He had been hard from the moment he entered her room.

He began to rub the head of his cock against her pussy, coating it in her abundant juices. After massaging her labial lips, he rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit until she came a second time.

He started to slowly enter her but she stopped him.

“Wait,” she told him. “I want to suck you first.”

He lay on his back, his big cock laying against his stomach. She got on her hands and knees, a mischievous smile on her face. She moved into position, her eyes fixed on his.

Instead of using her hand first, she lowered her mouth to his cock. She kissed and licked it, even rubbed her face against the soft skin. She took the head in her mouth and tried to lift it. It was like watching a dog with a bone.

“Let me help,” malatya escort said Jake, as he lifted his cock so it stood straight up.

Juliet’s eyes widened. For her, it resembled one of the dildos she’d seen in a sex shop on a bachelorette night. Only this one was real. And it was attached to the man she was falling in love with.

Keeping her eyes fixed on his, she licked the shaft with her tongue. He was holding it up by the base. She hadn’t used her hands once.

She took the head in her mouth and sucked hard. It felt fantastic for Jake. She knew just the right amount of pressure to exert. When to be forceful and when to be gentle.

She began to take him deeper into her mouth and throat. She’d bob her head, producing slurpy sounds that made him hot, and then release him with a pop, gasping for air. She’d repeat this over and over and then take a break, licking the tender underside of his cockhead until his body shook with pleasure.

She was voracious, animalistic.

“I’m going to try to take you deep,” she gasped. “To swallow you. If I can.”

She positioned herself over him and wrapped her lips around the head. Slowly she descended on his giant prick, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat. She had to spread her mouth wide, he was so thick. She closed her eyes and pushed on, half way, three quarters of the way. She paused a moment, and then descended again, bottoming out. She began to bob her head, with the entire length of his towering cock deep in her throat. Jake could see her body twitching, spasming. Finally, she lifted herself off.

“I did it!” she gasped. “And I had a throat orgasm! I told you!”

She was as proud as a child who tied her shoes for the first time.

Jake was gobsmacked. It was the best blow job he’d ever experienced in his life.

Juliet wiped her chin and then shimmied up to his face, her breasts brushing against his chest.

“Je veux te baiser maintenant,” she said breathily. “Can we fuck now? Please?”

“Sure,” Jake said. “How do you want to do it? For our first time?”

“I don’t care,” she panted. “I just really need you to fuck me. Right now.”

Jake could see she was beyond aroused. The cunnilingus, massaging her clit with his cock, the throat orgasm – instead of satisfying her, it made her hungrier than ever. He knew he was going to have to give her the fucking of her life.

“Let’s start standing up,” Jake said.

She was surprised by the suggestion. She had never done it that way before. The laptop sex they had was more bed-centric. She wasn’t sure what to do.

“Come over here,” Jake instructed. “In the doorway.”

Jake led her to her bedroom door. In the candlelight, their bodies looked incredible. Her breasts were still heaving from her recent orgasms. Her nipples were standing up, begging for attention. Jake could see wetness dripping from her pussy on the inside of her thighs. She regarded his muscular frame, his strong arms and legs, his cock standing straight up. She couldn’t wait to feel it inside her.

They stood in the frame of the door and he started to kiss and fondle her. He was quite a bit taller than she was and she stretched on her tip toes, as if to get her tongue further in his mouth. He reached down and scooped her up effortlessly.

He held her to him and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They kissed deeply. His cock was pressed between their sweaty bodies.

He lifted her in his strong arms and positioned her over his raging hard-on. He lowered her so the tip was pressed against her labial lips. She bit her lower lip as he raised his pelvis and the head of his cock popped inside her.

She gave a sharp intake of breath and her eyes got big. He maintained eye contact as he lowered her onto his shaft, gauging how fast to go by her expression. After giving her a few moments to adjust, he lowered her further, burying half his shaft into her incredibly wet pussy. She was so tight. So wonderfully tight.

Juliet couldn’t believe how much he was filling her. How much he was spreading her. It all felt so wonderful.

She reached up to the top of the door frame and used her hands to push herself down on his cock. She wanted him in her so bad. He rocked his hips to slide his turgid cock in and out of her. Her moans matched his motion.

He leaned back against the side of the doorway, sticking his pelvis out so she could impale herself on his cock. He lowered her until he bottomed out. She moaned loudly.

He started to bounce slightly, rubbing his thick cock against her clit. She was crying out now.

“Oui, comme ça! Comme ça! Je viens!”

He could see her eyes start to roll back in her head. She was riding the wave.

He thrust his pelvis upward, again and again, watching her orgasm sweep over her. It was as if she was suspended in air, held aloft only by his stiff cock. Like she was making love in zero gravity. Of course, he was holding her with his strong niğde escort hands, making sure she was safe and satisfied.

After her orgasm ebbed, he carried her back to the bed, her legs still wrapped around him. He sat on the edge of the bed, then lay on his back. She started to ride him, raising and lowering herself on his still rock hard cock. He loved watching her writhing on his cock, her eyes closed, her hands in her hair. She loved being able to control the motion, deciding how deep to take him, and the speed of their fucking. No man has ever gone so deep, she thought to herself. Or filled me so much.

He sat up to embrace her, his strong arms, warm and enveloping, his hands caressing her entire body. She was filled with a warm, tingly feeling – an almost ecstatic sensation. Her hands held his head as she kissed him. Deeply, passionately. Then her arms wrapped around his head and shoulders, as if to pull him closer, if that were even possible.

Her beautiful breasts were pressed against his chest as she rocked her pelvis, grinding her pussy against his cock. She felt an animalistic urge to fuck him. Not to make love, but to fuck. He had never felt a woman so passionate, so overcome with desire.

Months of foreplay had led to this moment, a volcano of pure libidinous desire.

Without interrupting their kiss, Jake pressed her onto her back. He was on top of her now – and she was struck by the strength and weight of his body. This is a man on top of me, this is what I’ve been wanting. What I’ve been missing.

He started to pump himself into her, gaining speed. She wrapped her legs around his back, as if trying to absorb him into her. She wanted them to be one organism. One being.

He was thrusting hard now, burying himself in her. Lightning strikes that made her shriek with every thrust. She reached back and grabbed his hard ass in her hands, sinking her nails into hem.

Again he plunged himself into her, and again she gripped his ass cheeks, pulling him deep inside. Jake’s head was spinning now, and she saw a wild look in his eyes.

“Qu’est-ce que tu veux? What do you want Jake? Tell me.”

Jake thought a moment and then flipped her over her stomach. She looked back at him with fire in her eyes. She raised her butt in the air.

“You want to fuck me like this?” she growled. “Tu me veux comme ça?”

He was so far gone all he could hear was the word “comme.” And it lit a fire in his loins.

He jumped on her and pinned her to the bed. His cock found her pussy and he pressed it into her from behind.

She let out a cry.

He started fucking her like a wild man, pounding her pussy from behind. Her orgasm came quickly. And so did his.

All those weeks of separation had led to this moment. And the moment did not disappoint.

They spent the entire next day, and the day after that, in bed. They got up only to use the bathroom or to make some food and bring it back to share. When they weren’t eating or sleeping, they were fucking. And not just fucking, they were doing everything sexual one could imagine. They had a lot of catching up to do.

They learned a lot about each other. She learned that he was a big fan of 69. Or as Juliet put it: “Tu aime beaucoup la soixante-neuf.”

He found out that she not only enjoyed giving head, she was phenomenal at it. She had perfected the slow build, licking and kissing his cock, even using her face and hair to heighten the variety of sensation. She could do things with her mouth and tongue that he didn’t even know were possible. And yes, when she deep throated him, no mean feat given his size, she could give herself a body-shaking orgasm.

And she taught him a few things too. She introduced him to prostate orgasms – the super-orgasm achieved from massaging the prostrate gland by inserting a finger in your lover’s anus. He would never look at his yearly physical the same way again.

One day, Jake came home from his daily jog in Riverside Park to find a text from Juliet on his phone.

“Great news! Nikki’s coming to visit!”

Juliet had two siblings who both lived in the States. Pierre, her older brother, lived in Brooklyn Heights and worked on Wall Street. From Juliet’s description, he seemed a bit on the uptight side (Juliet said he had “a stick in his ass”) which Jake found funny. Her younger sister Nicole, or Nikki as Juliet called her, lived in upstate New York and worked as an artisanal baker in Katrine, a small town on the Hudson River. Juliet called Nikki a “free spirit” and it was clear they were as close as siblings could be.

Jake was thrilled Juliet was going to get to spend some extended time with her sis. Juliet obviously loved her dearly. They hadn’t seen each other since the lockdown. Now, with Nikki staying the weekend, Juliet was talking about adding her to their “pod”.

“You excited about seeing your sister?” Jake asked while they were making dinner together.

“I can’t tell you how excited,” Juliet smiled. “Here she lives in the same state and I hardly see her.”

“Tell me about her,” he asked.

“She great. She loves living in the country. She has animals. She designs and makes her own clothes. And she’s an incredible chef. She’s amazing.”

“Were you two close growing up?” he asked.

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The door is closed. And locked.

My fingers are twisted in yours, pulling me towards you. You towards me. Our forearms touching when our bodies are stopped by one another. I breathe in your smell, your warmth on my skin gives me a pleasurable shiver. And then you’re kissing me, your mouth is so soft, delicious, gentle, firm, everything. There’s no room for anything but the sensations you’re causing to run through my body. My fingers find your hair, your beard, your face. Keep kissing me, just keep kissing me, that’s all I can think.

My legs start to become unreliable. I feel your lips smile against mine. You sit yourself on the edge on the bed and lift me into place straddling your lap. Your hands start to edge under my shirt, your hands on my bare back making me shudder. I want you now. I want you naked, inside me. I want you to keep touching me exactly like you are. I don’t know what I want. I want everything, your whole body, all of you. I want nothing, this moment is perfect. Don’t stop touching me.

Your shirt comes off, mine too. I crush you to me, my breasts on your chest, your arms around my back, our lips and tongues giving and receiving pleasure. My lips touch your cheeks, your neck, your earlobes. You pull my hair gently, your fingers in the roots, my whole body shakes with desire and lustful shivers run from my scalp to my ankles.

You flip me onto my back, I sit up and fumble with your fly. The more I want you, the more inefficient I seem to become with making it happen. But it releases eventually. You pull my skirt and underwear over my hips and past my ankles. You lie down next to me naked, and I greedily touch and kiss all the naked skin I can reach with my hands and mouth. Your hands are on me too.

Your mouth reaches my nipple, and you pull it gently with your lips. Then you wrap them around it, running your tongue over the top. You move so ordu escort you’re lying between my thighs. One of your hands is on my other nipple, rolling it between your fingertips. My hips begin to buck and you hold them down with your other hand and the weight of your body on my thigh and hip. I feel like I’ll explode if I don’t have you soon, but it feels much too good to ask you to stop. I couldn’t anyway, all I can to is take increasingly ragged breaths, pull you further onto me with my fingers through your hair, scratch the top of your back. You swap to my other nipple, bringing redoubled pleasure. I drag my nails gently over the parts of you I can reach.

You pull away from me after a time, make your way down my body, kissing each of my ribs in turn, going past my belly button and resting your head on my thigh. You pull my legs apart and I know you can see how much I want you. Your fingers dance around the edges of my wetness, teasing but not touching it. You blow softly on me and I feel cold where the air hits the saturated skin aching to be touched.

“I…” I say.

“Yes?”

You look up at me.

“I want to…”

“Want to what?”

You move up so we’re face to face. You’re teasing me, but I don’t know how to say it. My brain is too confused and distracted with lust and all of you. I try again.

“I want you.”

“You want me?” You lightly kiss my collarbone.

“Yes,” I say wriggling myself closer to you, but you pull away teasingly. Then you lean in and put your mouth to my ear.

“You want to fuck me? Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I answer and the thought makes me shudder in anticipation.

“I want you to say it” you tell me.

I look up into your eyes.

“I want to fuck you so badly.”

My body is quivering and I feel a fresh wave of wetness trickle between my legs, though you’re osmaniye escort not touching me, just holding my gaze. You reach over my head and pull out a condom, I reach forward to help you put it on, but you place my hands by my sides firmly.

You put on the condom, and position yourself just shy of entering me. I can feel your hardness and warmth against my inner thigh. I want to pull you into me, but I don’t think you’ll let me, so I stay still. You look at me.

“You want me?” you ask.

I nod.

“Yes…” it’s almost a plead.

“I want you to stay quiet, or I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“Do you want to play?” you check, kissing me where my neck joins my shoulder.

I nod again.

“Yes.”

And I do. Even though it’s a game I’m bound to lose, because I’m much too far gone to stay in control.

Slowly, so slowly you ease yourself into me. At first I feel pure relief, as the ache to be touched recedes, then it gradually turns into pleasure. I stifle a sigh as you reach as far as you can go and start to pull out again. Steadily you build up a rhythm, and I fight you keep my breathing even and quiet. I can only feel you moving inside me, but the feeling radiates throughout my whole body.

You add a thumb to my clit, circling in time to your thrusts. God it feels so good, so incredible, completely amazing. I can’t help myself and a cry of pleasure escapes me. You stop immediately, remove your hands from my body and look down at me in stillness.

“I thought you agreed to be quiet.”

You’re smiling. The smile you use when you touch my palm while we’re walking to make me trip. The smile you use when you point out I’m having trouble breathing after kissing you. The smile that means you know exactly what you’re doing to me, and you love it. And I do too.

I wriggle beneath you, try sinop escort to reach your hips with my hands. You pin them down beside my shoulders with your own.

“Are you ready to try again?”

I nod, quiet and still.

I’m expecting you to begin slowly, but you start hard and fast and deep. It’s all I can do to stop myself crying out again, because it’s so good and I don’t want you to stop. You slow a little and and lift my legs so my ankles are on your shoulders. The pleasure’s intensity increases.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I groan. I feel you slow and I buck my hips in protest.

“If you stop now I swear to god I’ll murder you,” I gasp.

“You don’t believe in god,” you say. You’re laughing but you don’t stop and your breathing is uneven.

“Shut… Up…” I manage as you roll me to one side, fucking me hard and deep again, your fingers digging into my butt and hips to pull yourself into me. I grip the sheets, barely able to move from the pleasure, moaning louder and louder, not caring who might hear me. You’re way past the point where you can reprimand me anyway.

After a long while, when I feel like I can’t bear it anymore, I flip you onto your back, and slide myself back onto you. Your hands find my hips again, and you’re pulling me, helping me go deeper, deeper, faster, harder. Oh god you feel so good. I bring my face to your neck and kiss your skin, feel your chest against my breasts, your beard on my cheek. You touch your teeth to my neck, cover it with shivery soft bites. I shudder and grind down onto you and suddenly I’m coming, I’m coming, once and then again. I feel the explosion everywhere, as the waves of pleasure ripple to my fingers and toes. My body goes limp, but you keep pushing me onto you, until you groan and shake beneath me. If I wasn’t so spent the sound would have me going all over again.

As it is we’re both laughing, like it’s the funniest and happiest thing in the world, all the tension out of our bodies. Kissing, holding one another, stroking skin. Burrowing into each other’s arms as our breathing slows back to normal. Legs entwined, breath on each other’s faces, fingers interlocked. Content and peaceful.

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The two fell asleep very happy and incredibly satisfied. It turned out that neither were satisfied for long.

Sometime around 3 or 4 in the morning, Danny awakened to realize that he was living every man’s fantasy. He was hard as a rock, his dick felt warm and wet, and was feeling very good.

He heard the slurping noises and it didn’t take long to sink in. Stacey was giving him head! ‘slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp’ she slobbered on his cock. She woke up a few minutes earlier feeling very aroused. When she thought about everything they had done that night – in her bed, at the restaurant, in his car, on the couch, in her bed again – her pussy moistened.

It was then that she thought of putting his dick in her mouth while he slept. As soon as THAT thought occurred, she became ravenously horny. Her head bobbed up and down on his lap, slobbering on his organ hungrily. ‘slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp’ man, he loved that noise! He had both hands on her head now, fingers grabbing her hair as she gave him an amazing blowjob. He could feel her naked, smooth legs pressed against his as her tongue teased his crown while she sucked his cock.

“Ohhh man, Stacey,” he moaned, “you are so amazing!” She pulled his dick out of her mouth with an audible slurping sound.

“I couldn’t go all night without you inside me. ” she said, smiling. Her pussy was so wet, and it was tingling like crazy ever since she woke up.

“Well then what are you waiting for?” Danny asked, “Get up here!” She squeezed his cock lovingly one last time and kissed his mushroom head. Quickly kissing up his stomach and chest, she made her way up the bed. He could see her gorgeous, naked body in the moonlight as it poured through the window. Their lips met, and her tongue darted into his mouth immediately. Danny could feel how hot her pussy was as she rubbed it along his shaft, pressing down hard on him.

His hands caressed her soft ass, and explored her warm body as they kissed. He ran his hands around to the front of her willing body and broke the kiss as he caressed her huge breasts. Immediately, he put his lips around Stacey’s hard nipple, sucking it gently. He kissed and licked all around her areola before kissing his way over to her other mound. He heard a sigh of pleasure escape from her lips as he sucked her other nipple into his warm mouth. He was massaging her breasts as she grinded her sopping wet crotch against him, her breathing grew heavier. She could no longer take it.

Reaching behind her and raising her ass, she grabbed his rampant hard on in her hand and raised it in the air. Danny released her tits and lay back, watching everything. From the expression of desire on her face down to her hand holding his cock in the air up to her pussy, he could see it all in the moonlight. The entrance to her cunt felt warm against the tip of his cock. She slowly sunk down on it, the petals of her needy vagina opened up for him and allowed his manhood to slide inside, slowly.

“Ohhhhhhh… “she sighed as his hot penis slowly karaman escort slid into her inch by inch. When he was entirely sheathed inside her accommodating pussy, she opened her eyes and looked at him lovingly. His hands caressed up and down her back, smiling up at her. She bent to kiss him, and his tongue flew into her mouth. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing them as she began to ride him up and down, slowly.

“Mmmmmmph.. ” she moaned into his mouth as he began to thrust upwards to meet her. His hard penis glided in and out of her hungry cunt over and over as their tongues explored each others mouth. Finally, their pace got to the point where they could no longer kiss, they having so much trouble catching their breath. “Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Oh God! Unh! Ohh!” she was moaning as she bounced her ass up and down on his lap. He was watching her lovely face. Her eyes were closed, eyebrows raised, her mouth parted slightly, moaning. Her massive breasts were bouncing up and down with every thrust.

Danny had a deathgrip on her ass, spreading her asscheeks as he rammed his cock into her. Her orgasm was rising, and she bent her head beside his, her curly hair falling onto his face as she slammed her ass down on him as fast as she could. The room was filled with the sounds of her moans, the bed squeeking, and their bodies slapping as their lovemaking reached a crescendo. “UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH!… OHHHHHHHHHGOD! MMMMM… OHHHHHHH!” she cried out, cumming. He continued to ram his body upwards as her body shook above him. Stacey’s hands were squeezing the blankets beside his head as he pistoned in and out of her convulsing pussy.

“Ohhh God Danny” she moaned, “I love you!” Her words set him off, he knew that he could not hold out much longer.

“I’m gonna cum. ” he whispered to her as he kissed just beside her ear.

“Ohhh yes, Danny!” she breathed, smiling, “Cum inside me, hunny! I need you to cum in my pussy! I love you so much, I want to have your baby!” They were slapping hard against each other, and her words set him off like a lit fuse.

“Oh my God!” he groaned through clenched teeth. He held her ass down on him, and she grinded her pussy as hard as she could on his lap. Danny’s penis spasmed inside Stacey’s hungry vagina, and another thick load of his cum shot violently inside her. She pressed her mouth upon his, unable to kiss him, but just wanting their lips to touch as he ejaculated inside her. Over and over again, more of his seed shot into her fertile womb. Their naked bodies were covered in sweat, neither could catch their breath as the intensity of his orgasm finally died down, and his juices slowed to a trickle out of his semi hard penis. She kissed all over his face, over and over.

“Danny, that was so amazing!” she said. They continued kissing over and over, his hands caressing up and down her back and ass. After a few minutes, she rolled off of him, his dick slipping out of her. He put his arm around her, just under her breasts, and kars escort kissed her again. They had finally caught their breath.

“I’ve never had so much sex in my life!” she exclaimed, smiling as he kissed her. “I’ve had such a fantastic night. “

“I love you. ” he said as he kissed her cheek.

“Oh God Danny I love you too. ” she breathed. Her whole body felt hot, flushed, and tingly.

“I just constantly want you inside me!” she went on, “I’ve never felt like this before. ” Her words turned him on, and she felt movement against her leg. “I know we’ve done it a lot tonight, but do you think you could make love to me again?” she asked, “Even if you don’t cum. Just to be inside me for awhile?” He was hard as a rock, by now.

“Just try and stop me. ” he said, rolling on top of her and squeezing in between her legs. As if with a mind of its own, Danny’s penis slipped into Stacey’s willing vagina. They made love for forty minutes. He did manage to to cum again, inside her, to her delight.

* * * * *

Danny had other commitments the next day, but while they were making love Stacey made him promise to come back and see her before he headed home. The next morning, he was up at 8 to the alarm. She had gone back to sleep when he hit it off, and he watched her.

She was incredibly beautiful, she was above the cover and so he was able to take in her entire beauty. Her brown curly hair, her pretty face, her smooth, tanned skin. Her large breasts were perfect in every way, her sexy belly. She had a treasure trail of fur leading down to her beautiful pussy. Her lovely thighs, her long, gorgeous legs, down to her pretty feet. He could not stop his hand from reaching out and softly stroking the side of her body. Up the outside of her thighs, her belly, her arm.

Stacey smiled, and stretched, eyes still closed. He loved how she jutted out her tits as she stretched, and he kissed her mouth lightly as his hand caressed her breast, feeling the nipple harden.

“Good morning. ” he said, kissing her. She smiled, opening her eyes a crack. She kissed him back. “I have to get ready to go. I should leave in a half hour or forty minutes. ” he said. His hand was caressing up and down her stomach and breasts lovingly.

“You’ll be back tonight?” she asked.

“I promise. ” he said. ‘smack, smack, smack’ they kissed loudly, he could not help being semi aroused. Stacey could feel herself getting wet, just from his gentle touch. Her heart nearly burst with love. He found himself kissing her with more passion, sucking her lip into his mouth, his hand focusing more on her breasts now.

He noticed her breathing deepen, and he felt his penis grow to full hardness. He had a feeling he was leaving late. She felt the movement of his growing cock against her leg, and her pussy moistened further. Her hand caressed his arm. When she felt him squeeze a leg in between hers, she willingly opened wider for him, allowing him to get on top of her. Both of their hearts were pounding, and their kıbrıs escort kissing grew more frantic.

Her naked vagina was at his mercy, defenseless before his raging hard on. He was grinding himself against her as they kissed, he could feel how wet she was already. She had her knees bent and her legs open wide for him. Danny reached down, breaking the kiss, and grabbed his cock. He ran the head of his organ down her swollen pussy lips, sending a tingly sensation up her body.

He placed himself at her entrance and pushed forward. Stacey’s head arched back and she moaned softly as her warmth slowly engulfed half of his member. “Ohhhhhhhhh… ” she sighed. He pulled back a bit, and than pushed his penis the rest of the way into her cunt.

“Ohhhhh God, yes… ” she moaned. He kissed her hard, holding himself deep inside her as she ran her feet up and down his legs sensually. Danny began to slowly slide his penis in and out of her wanting vagina, she was breathing heavily into his mouth. “Mmmmph… mmmmph… mmmmmph… mmmmph.. ” she moaned softly as she kissed him. His dick felt so hard in her! He picked up the pace a little, and they had to break the kiss. He looked down at the goddess that he was making love to.

Her eyes were closed, eyebrows raised with pleasure, soft moans escaping her lips. He watched her huge tits bounce up and down as he thrusted into her even harder. She was so hot! The control that she had on him, the desire that she brought in him was indescribable. If he could make love to this woman every day for the rest of his life he would die a happy man.

He could not stop himself, he thrusted into her as hard as he could. What started out as sweet, gentle lovemaking somehow got twisted into hard, animal-like fucking. “UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH! OHHH! UNH! UNH! OH YES! UNH!” Stacey’s loud moans rang throughout the house as she felt an orgasm rocket towards her. Her feet were flailing helplessly in the air behind his rapidly thrusting ass. What a great start to her day! “OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!… OHHHHHHHHHHHHYES!! OHHHHHHHGODILOVEYOU!!” She came so hard, her legs suddenly squeezed him tightly, holding him inside her.

She could not take anymore, she had to keep him inside her until she calmed down. She grinded her pussy against him as her entire body was wracked in extacy. Danny wasn’t even close to cumming 10 seconds ago, but he was on his way now! If you ever had such an amazing woman cum like that underneath you, you would cum too. There was no stopping him.

“I’m cumming Stacey… ” he grunted, ramming into her as hard and as fast as he could as she relaxed her grip.

“Ohhh yes Danny, cum inside me! Give me your baby!” she cried out. It didn’t take anymore than that. He slid his entire member inside her hungry pussy and moaned. His penis jerked, and a hot stream of his sperm unloaded into her willing vagina.

“Ohhhhhhh my God… ” she breathed as her lover’s cock shot another river of semen into her needy cunt. For the seventh time in just over 12 hours, Danny fired his seed into Stacey’s fertile womb. He kissed her sloppily, eagerly as the last of his cum emptied into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held him tight as they kissed. He softened inside her as their lips met over and over. That was the greatest night of both of their lives.

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Tara was stomping towards the gym and everyone was careful to move out of her way, sensing how pissed off she was. Quinn was still on an extended vacation – that coward was avoiding her, she was sure of that. What annoyed her was that it seemed to be working. She could already feel her fury fading, and in a week or two she would be reasonable again.

In the meantime she unloaded her irritation on others, usually on the mats, and most people avoided her for that reason. Maybe one of the guys would be there today. They were not as easily thrown around as the women, and one of them might be persuaded to roll with her. This was the Agency Headquarters, so anyone in the gym would likely be an agents and well trained, and that was exactly what she needed. Some controlled violence might take her mind off her problems for a while.

The gym was almost empty at this time, but there were two men there on the mats. They were both pretty average looking, almost forgettable, and that meant they were almost certainly agents. The six feet tall, barrel-chested gorilla look was good for bodyguards, but agents needed to blend in more than anything. The looks were deceiving however, as they would spend as much time training as a typical Special Forces soldier, if not more, and they were fit and lean.

She changed into her grappling clothes, a tight fitting t-shirt and shorts, and she went out on the mats. The two men seemed to have finished their training, but she hoped she might convince one of them do go a few rounds with her. As she approached them, she recognized one of them, Mark, a hand-to-hand combat trainer.

“Hi Mark, whats up?”

Both men turned to her, and Mark waved. “Tara, good to see you. Say, you wouldn’t mind giving the rookie here a grappling lesson? I really need to do some other stuff.”

“The rookie?” she asked giving the other man an appraising look. He was young, looked to be in his early twenties, an inch or so taller than her, with an agent-lean body.

Mark clapped the younger man on the shoulder. “This is John. John, meet Tara.”

“Pleased to meet you, Tara,” said John, and then turned to Mark. “Is she good enough to teach me something?”

Her eyes flashed. “I can teach you some humility, boy,” she said before Mark could answer, and she noticed with some satisfaction that John straightened when she called him a boy. Showing his weak spot this easily? He definitely had some things to learn.

Mark cracked a huge grin. “You bet she can. Tara, don’t damage him too badly, we need him in one piece.”

With that he clapped both of them on the shoulders and left for the locker rooms, leaving Tara and John trying to stare each other down. She had to admit the kid had some attitude, and now she was curious if he had some skill to back it up. She broke the stare-down first and went to the center of the mat, and he followed.

“You know, I don’t like hitting girls,” he said.

“Well that’s too bad for you then,” she answered, and dropped into a crouch. Then she charged him without warning, slamming her shoulder into his midsection. She grabbed his knees and pulled, making him fall onto his back, knocking his breath out with a loud “oomph”. Before he could recover she grabbed his foot and twisted it, making him tap on the mat immediately. She let him go and stood above him, legs wide and fists on her hips.

“Are you learning new things already, or should I turn up the heat a bit?” she asked with a smirk.

He looked at her with a furrowed brow, but instead of answering he scissored her legs with his own and with a quick twist brought her crashing to the mat. She fell face down, bet managed to break her fall somewhat. She didn’t have the time to reproach herself about the slip in attention, as he immediately jumped on her, trying to wrap an arm around her neck. She barely managed to grab his arm before he locked in the choke, and she twisted his thumb, making him let go and cry out.

Tara and John returned to kneeling positions opposite each other, each waiting for the other to move first. During their short clash Tara noticed that John was stronger than her, but not as skilled. And of course, he was a man, and so she could use some additional tricks against him, but first, she needed to test how he would react to her unusual tactics.

She feinted, and when he attacked she pulled him forward, and he fell to the mat. She immediately landed on top of him, trying to hold him down, but he was to strong for that. She managed to use his own movement to rotate him onto his back, and immediately dropped on top of him again, mashing her breasts into his face. She was starting to enjoy this, and she hoped John would not turn out to be gay, as she planned some more fun with him later. She felt the wiry muscles under his training uniform, and not much fat, and she liked it.

John was obviously distracted by her maneuver, as he didn’t struggle as effectively as he should, and she also noticed a bulge growing in his trouser. Oh yes, he was thinking about more than the fight, that kilis escort was certain. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and used them to press her breasts even harder into his face, cutting off his air supply, and he quickly tapped out.

She let him up and they returned to their initial positions on the mats, opposite each other.

“That was not a typical submission,” he said with a raised eyebrow.

Tara looked at him with a smirk. “Hey, whatever works. You tapped in the end.”

“You won’t catch me again with that trick.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that. And this is not the only trick up my sleeve.”

They stood up and faced each other, and then John attacked without warning, tackling Tara and they both went down to the mats with a dull thud. He failed to surprise her however, and she had her legs wrapped around his torso as soon as they were down, preventing him from moving. While her upper body strength might have been lower than his, her legs were something different. She hooked her ankles behind his back and squeeze, causing him to grunt in pain. He tried to pry her legs apart, but his arms were weaker than her legs, especially in this position.

Before he could try a new tactic, she suddenly let him and immediately wrapped her legs around him again, but this time in a modified triangle choke. Modified, because instead of wrapping the legs around his neck, she wrapped them around his head, pressing his face into her crotch, again limiting his ability to breathe. This was not as effective a submission hold as a regular triangle choke would have been, but effectiveness was not her concern.

The only thing separating his mouth and nose from her pussy was now the thin fabric of her shorts, as she was not wearing anything underneath. That this fact did not escape his attention was obvious from his ineffective struggles. In the end he did simply push her legs off his head, and he sat there looking at her with a red face, trying to catch his breath. After letting him go, she remained sitting with her legs open, watching him with a smirk in the corner of her mouth.

“Your technique seems to be lacking, boy. Or are you maybe distracted?” she asked.

“You are using some… unorthodox techniques. I haven’t had a chance to adjust.”

“Excuses, excuses. You know, in the field you can find all kinds of opponents, and they won’t be following any rules,” she said and stood up. “Ready for another round, or do you give up, and acknowledge my superiority?”

He narrowed his eyes, and also stood up. “Not on your life. I’ll be kicking your ass yet.”

This time Tara didn’t wait for him, but attacked first instead. He was starting to make his move at the same time, and she caught him off balance, grabbing his arm and throwing him over her shoulder. He landed on his back with a loud slap, and she dropped onto her ass next to him and wrapped her arm around his neck in a headlock. Then she wriggled under him, and wrapped her legs around his midsection to complete the hold.

He struggled, but couldn’t free himself, but Tara didn’t tighten the hold to force him to submit. Instead, she loosened the leg scissors and slowly worked her way with her feet into his trousers. She then grabbed his underwear with her toes and pulled it down, freeing his cock, which was hard as granite already. He started struggling frantically, but either didn’t have the strength or the motivation to pull her feet out of his trousers, and she started running her toes along his shaft. She felt his breath quicken, and his cock start to twitch, and then she stopped and instead applied pressure on his neck again.

“Ready to give up, boy?” she crooned.

He tapped out immediately and she let him go. Then she stood up and placed her foot on his chest, keeping him on the ground.

“If you want to continue, I’ll be free in the evening. I’m staying in room 204B. I trust you can find it by yourself.”

Then she removed her foot, turned around and left the gym, leaving him on the floor, looking shell-shocked.

Tara was walking back to her room thinking about the exercise she just had, or more precisely about its ending. Or even more precisely about the size of John’s cock. She didn’t see it, but she explored it with her feet, and it had to be at least seven inches long, maybe eight. After rolling around the mat with John, smelling his sweat and aftershave and feeling his muscles she was so wound up that just the thought of the huge shaft penetrating her was enough to make her flush scarlet every time. She needed to get somewhere private and scratch that itch right away.

The room which she had assigned in the Agency headquarters was small but comfortable. These rooms were meant only for temporary residence, but she always managed to get one with a large bed anyway. You never knew when you might want to share it with someone, and Tara made sure to sleep alone as rarely as possible. A large bed also allowed for some wrestling without the risk of falling out of it. kırklareli escort This was a necessity for her, as she liked being dominant, but at the same time wanted her bedfellows to be able to put up some resistance.

In the room she locked the door and went straight to the shower, dropping her clothes along the way. She spent a significant amount of time in the shower, using the shower-head and her fingers to bring her to climax time after time, thinking how she would defeat John again this evening. And defeat was the right word for it, even if the competition would be different. Tara viewed bringing her sexual partner to orgasm against their will as a victory, and only after draining them of energy would she pleasure herself using their body. This caused her relationships to be rather on the short side, but it didn’t bother her much. With her job taking her all over the world all the time long-term relationships would be hard to pull off anyway.

By six o’clock she was ready and waiting. She was getting horny again, but didn’t do anything about it, as she didn’t want to have the room smelling of pussy when he arrived. John probably thought she invited him simply for sex, but he had a surprise coming. He would probably want to assert his dominance after she manhandled him earlier today, and with that cock of his he was probably used to reducing women to a moaning and twitching mess in a matter of minutes. Well, she would quickly disabuse him of that notion. She imagined him lying helplessly under her and shooting his load up to the ceiling, and before she knew it her fingers were in her panties, rubbing frantically until a shiver and then a jolt ran from her core all the way to the tips of her toes and fingers.

She lay there for a moment, panting and chastising herself. Damn it, girl, that’s another pair of panties going into the laundry. She got up and dug a new pair from her luggage and changed into them. At least she didn’t need to worry about a matching bra, as she wasn’t wearing one, only a short robe. She cracked the window open and let in the cold autumn air, and went back to waiting. In retrospect, she should have been more specific about the time, as now she wasn’t sure when he would arrive exactly. No matter, that delicious cock of his would belong to her either way.

It was almost ten when the bell at her door sounded, and by that time she had gone trough another three pairs of underwear, and she got tired of changing, so now she was answering the door dressed only in a red satin robe so short that it barely covered her butt. John was waiting on the other side of the door, his black silk shirt and tan slacks accentuating his lean body.

“I hope you like Pinot Noir,” he said, gesturing to a bottle of wine in his hand.

She looked him up and down, ignoring the bottle, and licked her lips. “Oh, I’m sure I’ll enjoy the taste.”

She opened the door wide, inviting him in with a gesture.

“Make yourself comfortable and let me grab some glasses.”

She went to the kitchenette, but instead of grabbing the glasses from the upper cupboard, she bent down to rummage in the dishwasher, and grabbed two glasses from there. She put the glasses in the dishwasher earlier with exactly this in mind, and she knew John had gotten a good look at her legs, ass and shaved pussy. When she returned to him, his bulge was threatening to tear his trousers apart, and she smiled as she handed him the corkscrew.

“Here, use this. I hope you’re handy with your tools.”

He stopped devouring her with his eyes, and took the corkscrew, his touch lingering on her hand for a moment. “I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.”

John poured them some wine and they sat down on the sofa, drinking.

“So, you wanted to continue our training from before?” asked John looking her in the eyes. He’s trying very hard to keep his gaze above my neck, though Tara with some amusement. At least he has some self control, maybe he’ll last for a while.

“Not exactly. As you know, agents rarely engage in hand to hand combat, as it is always better to stay incognito than to draw attention. We do however need other, shall we say interpersonal skills. Do you know what a honey trap is?”

He seemed surprised by the question. “A tactic of using romantic or sexual relationships to extract information, induce compliance to requests or gather blackmail material.”

“That sounded like a textbook definition, but essentially correct,” she said with a wry smile. “The point is often to fuck the target silly until you can control them. That’s easy for us, women, to do. Give a good blowjob and the man is yours. Male agents have a bit more difficult job, as they need to reduce the target to a moaning, whimpering mess. Now, the question is, do you have the skills to do it?”

Tara could see he was taken aback by her forward attitude, but he gathered himself quickly.

“No woman ever complained about my skills,” he said, looking at her through narrowed eyes. She thought for a moment karabük escort he was offended, but then she noticed the hint of smile in the corner of his mouth. Cocky, aren’t you, Johnny boy.

She continued. “And what if you meet an enemy agent, sent to seduce you? Can you resist her, or maybe even turn her?”

“How would I know that? That depends on many factors.”

“Well, there is a way to test it.”

He was obviously curious about what she was getting at. “An how exactly can that be done?”

“With a sexfight against an experienced agent,” she answered, and leaned back.

He seemed perplexed. “A what now? Sex and fight I understand separately. How are they supposed to go together?”

“Oh, its very simple,” she said, holding his gaze. “We wrestle in the bed and try to bring the other person to an orgasm. Whoever get to a climax first, loses. Or we can do best two out of three.”

Now John leaned back and looked at her, playing with the wineglass, making the wine inside slosh around in a circle.

“And that’s what you want to do now?” he asked in a low tone. “Is this supposed to be some weird exam, or are you just horny?”

“Now, now. If this was a test, would I tell you?”

He shrugged. “On second thought, I don’t care. I’ll enjoy, how did you put it, reducing you to a whimpering, moaning mess.”

“You might be surprised, boy.”

“Oh, I already know you are competitive, but I also know I’m stronger than you. If I understand the rules correctly, I just have to wrestle you down until you cant defend yourself, and then I’ll have all the time in the world to fuck you silly. No, wait, I think I’ll take it slowly, bring you to the edge and make you beg for release. An when you have begged, I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll squirt all the way across the room.”

Oh, yes, he was cocky as hell. Tara knew she would enjoy bringing him down a peg or two. She might even allow him to get her to come once, she wanted to try that huge cock of his after all, but no more than that. She would dominate him and make him lap her pussy obediently by the time the night was done.

“My, my, look at that grin on your face,” he said, interrupting her thoughts.

Grin? Yes she was grinning indeed, and hadn’t even noticed when it happened. She had to regain control, now. She set her wineglass on the floor next to the sofa and got up, standing in front of him with her left hand on her hip. Then she lifted her right foot and placed it on his crotch, where his cock was still threatening to burst his trousers at the seams.

“Well then, show me what you got, boy,” she said looking down on him, and then she went to the bed and knelt on the sheets facing him, her knees spread wide.

John set down his wineglass without a word and stood up from the sofa as well.

He stood in front of her and started to unbutton his shirt, leaving it open while he slowly unbuttoned the sleeves, giving Tara a glimpse of his muscles. She didn’t wait for him to finish, but instead unfastened his belt with one hand while massaging the bulge in his trousers with the other.

“Why such a hurry?” he asked, looking down at her.

“Why not? I want your cum on my face right now.”

It didn’t seem possible, but his trousers got even more strained. She unzipped them and pulled them down just as he finished removing his shirt. He removed his loafers earlier, so now he just stepped out of his trousers, and was left only in his trunks which were stretched to edge of breaking. Tara reached to remove his last piece of clothing, and she was caught off-guard when he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her onto her back. Her head bounced off the soft bed distracting her for a moment and her robe became undone, showing her toned body.

Without waiting for her to recover, John grabbed her legs and held her ankles down next to her head, folding her in half. In this position her pussy was right next to his face, and he made use of it by assaulting it with his tongue, licking along her slit, making her gasp. What the hell happened? She was supposed to dominate the rookie, but instead he was licking her to oblivion.

She moaned again and again as John switched to working her clit over. He alternated between licking it in a circular motion, sucking on it lightly and then blowing on it. He would also pause, so that she could not get used to the rhythm, and she felt the heat inside her getting stronger and stronger. Her breath was getting ragged, but it was only the first flutters of the coming orgasm that reminded her that she was supposed to defend herself.

Her hands were free, but she didn’t have the leverage to push him of, so instead she sought his cock, which has already escaped from his pants. She started to move her hands up and down the shaft, hoping to distract John. Damn, that cock of his was really huge. Despite herself, she imagined the whole eight inches filling her pussy, stretching it, hitting all the sweet spots inside at the same time, and that thought brought her over the edge.

She screamed, her voice filled with pleasure and frustration in equal measure, and she trembled violently as the orgasm hit her. She felt herself squirting like a fire hydrant, and then suddenly the pressure holding her down was gone, and her legs flopped back to the bed, completely devoid of strength.

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