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I waited in the hotel room for you to come up in the elevator and when you knocked on the door I stood behind the door and opened it. The lights were out and the room was only lit by one candle. I locked the door and without saying a word pushed you up against the wall and started to kiss you. The feel of your lips on mine finally was indescribable. It was as if I had kissed for the first time.

All that I was wearing was a pink negligee, with a matching sheer ribbon in my hair, a one piece that was lace and sheer and snapped at the crotch. As we kissed I did everything but rip your clothes off of you, my hands exploring your body as your hands caressed and roamed over mine. Your skin was so soft, your muscles firm and your body warm.

If we had stethoscopes on our hearts with amplifiers, the beating and pounding of both our hearts would have woken all the guests in the hotel. I turned on some romantic music and we began to slow dance, your eyes sparkled and glistened in the candlelight. We held each other close and swayed with the sound of the music so slow we were almost standing still. The kissing and exploring continued, your hands combing through my hair, your lips leaving moist kisses on my neck and chest.

I could not stop exploring your mouth with my tongue and lips, biting softly, nibbling and sucking on your tongue. Our bodies were molded together and I could feel your hard cock against canlı bahis me throbbing. I took it in one hand and began to stroke it slowly and with the other hand began to caress each of your balls.

As I kissed you, I could hear low moans of pleasure as you pulled me even closer to you. You tried to pick me up so that my hot wet pussy would be accessible but I refused, and pushed you back up against the wall. I held your arms up over your head, my mouth traveling along the side of your neck, kissing it, and made my way up to your ear. It was so soft, I flicked my tongue along the outline and gently exhaled my excited breath into your ear as I kissed it and nibbled on your earlobe and then back down the side of your neck.

I finally relented and pulled you to the bed and pushed you down on your back. Your body rippled in the candlelight, you squirmed as if trying to roll away from me, and I got on my knees and straddled you, my pussy brushing against your lower stomach and your hard manhood. My breasts every so slightly brushed against your chest and I could feel the excitement in your body, it shuddered and shivered so I decided to not let you go but to still keep you as my prisoner.

My body brushed lightly over yours in this slow and steady tease, your hands were busy at work, skimming my body, squeezing a breast for a second, then the other, squeezing the cheeks of my ass. I pulled a sheer pink bahis siteleri scarf from my hair and grabbed your hands up over your head and tied them together, you protested and to silence you I kissed you deep again. I slowly moved downward with my wet tongue, nibbling, licking and sucking on your chest and made my way down the front of your torso.

You writhed in ecstasy, your heart pounding, I went even further down, you eagerly spread your legs open for me, I took your hard cock in my mouth, you almost screamed, I began to stroke it with my tongue, using my tongue around the rim, up and down, the whole thing in my wet mouth, sucking on each ball as I fondled the other with my hand, flickering my tongue on that sweet spot below your balls. The moans coming from you excited me, I began to fondle myself with one hand as I resumed the tongue stroking of your hard cock. My pussy was throbbing; I knew that once I sat down on your cock it would not take long. I prolonged it for both of us, my hands running all over your body, as I worked us both up, both breathing hard, our bodies moist with sweat.

I kissed you again real deep this time and it seemed to last forever, the whole time, my finger was going in and out of my pussy and the other hand quickly stroked your pulsating cock, and then I reached up and let your hands free, you grabbed me as I was about to sit down and face you to ride your hard member bahis şirketleri but you flipped me over and pulled me to my knees and entered me from behind.

Oh it felt so good as you plunged into me, you went hard and deep, I gasped out in ecstasy, grabbing the pillows to hold onto as you pulled in and out of me, the feeling was so intense, my pussy about to explode, your arms wrapped around me fondling my breast never missing a beat and your breath on the back of my neck told me it was close.

As I felt myself start to cum, I pulled away from you and turned around and grabbed your cock with my mouth and continued to stroke it with my tongue, I wanted to taste you, I wanted you to let it loose in my warm wet mouth, you were crying out my name and holding your hands on your hips, looking down at me deep into my eyes and then I could start to taste you, sweet and good, your hands moved to my head, grabbing my head, pounding your cock into my mouth, I could not get enough and then I felt you shudder, and the warmth of your juices filled the back of my throat, you moaned with pleasure as you thrust your hips back and forth, you wouldn’t stop coming and I kept sucking it down, stroking with my tongue as I teased and fondled your balls once again and then with one last hard movement, I could tell that you were finished.

You pulled out of my mouth and looked down at me, I was smiling, and you said “thank you green eyed dreamer” and collapsed back onto the bed into a deep satisfied slumber with your arms wrapped around me, our legs entwined with each others, and we drifted off to sleep.

Michelle Crisco – 2006

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It’s quiet as usual in the library as I put the returned books back in their rightful places on the shelves. It’s Sunday evening, just before closing and I allow my mind to wander, knowing the building is, and will likely remain, vacant.

I always find it amusing to imagine the person who checked out each book. I select Maximum Ride from the cart and immediately think of a purple haired goth girl in red lipstick and manga mascara.

I laugh to myself, shaking my head, and pick up War and Peace imagining a pompous college student pretending to be clever.

The next one stops me momentarily and, I stand staring at the last book on the cart, Fifty Shades of Grey.

The library doesn’t list this book, there was a big deal made about it a few years ago and the good people of the city held a meeting, voting to have the book added to the banned list.

“You’ve read it many times, though, haven’t you,” a voice deep inside me whispers.

Creeping closer, my unsteady fingers reach hesitantly to pick up the book, noticing a slip of paper peeking out from between the pages like a bookmark. I pull free from between the pages, seeing a folded piece of notebook paper in my shaking hand.

Lying the book on the cart, I open the slip of paper, revealing a small, messy script and the words that are written makes the nerves in my stomach twist and my heartbeat accelerate.

“Tonight, you are mine.”

Reading the note again for the third time, my body snaps to attention and my resolve begins to focus. I fold the note, placing it in my pocket of my long skirt, and pick up the salacious book.

Quickly, I hurry through the library, turning off lights, grabbing my purse, and head for my car, locking doors behind me. I squeal tires out of the parking lot and fly through the streets without a thought or care of the police, that thankfully never appear.

Arriving at my destination I hop out of the car, leaving my purse inside and the keys still in the ignition. With a one track mind, I practically run up the walkway to the little house and let myself inside.

In record time, I remove the long tan skirt and blouse that have become a sort of uniform for me at the library, folding my clothes and placing them on a tiny, wooden table by the door. Last, I slide the lacy panties down my legs, and place them on top of the pile.

Completely naked, I slowly sink to my knees, placing my hands on my thighs, and close my eyes to quiet my mind.

I’m not sure how long I wait there like that but, all the time I spent calming my questions, nerves, and heartbeat was a waste, my control fleeing the second the door opens.

He doesn’t speak, or acknowledge my presence, I open my eyes but, keep my head down, seeing a pair of men’s black leather shoes moving in and out of my vision.

Along with his footsteps, I hear what sounds like keys clinking in a glass bowl, and a jacket being removed.

I catch a whiff of his cologne every once in awhile, musky and seductive, as he moves about the room.

My body feels alive and aware, taking in every detail and committing it to memory. When I finally gather the courage to look up, he’s standing in front of me, and my heart stops, as does my breathing. I feel suddenly light-headed, as my eyes span up from his, now, bare feet to long legs in black boxer briefs and a naked, rippled chest covered in a splattering of golden, manicured hair. I don’t dare look into his eyes, instead allowing my eyes to roam back down his body to those sexy feet.

“Tell me you want it,” he says softly, his voice rough but melodic. “Say it.”

“Tonight, I am yours,” I tell him, sincerely.

“Show me,” he commands.

I reach forward with both hands, tucking my fingers into the waistband of his underwear, pulling them over his hips and down his muscular legs.

Stretching up, further onto my knees, I swipe my tongue around his balls, sucking one into my mouth, then the other.

He presses his thumb at the top base of his massive erection, pushing it down to me. I open widely, allowing him to rub the tip along my lips, before forcing its length down my throat, and then pulling out to smack against my cheek. I stay as still as possible, wanting him to use me, for his pleasure is mine.

“Stand up,” he says, holding his hand out to me.

He leads, me walking behind him, to a large black leather sofa in a living room. Sitting, he pulls me onto his lap, his skin warm and soft, the muscles under hard as rocks, allowing his erection to cushion against my thigh and his strong arm around my waist.

“Watch,” he orders gently, using the remote control next to him to turn on the television.

Images of a man and woman come to life on the large set, the man holding the woman’s feet in the air as illegal bahis he plunges into the apex of her legs, igniting a bubbling charge of excitement inside me.

His fingers tickle beneath my knees, forcing me to squirm against him, squeezing my thigh and making my back arch, suckling my nipple causing my toes to curl, on and on he plays my body like a puppeteer, he pulls the strings and I react.

“Turn over,” he says huskily.

Carefully, I turn in his arms, on my knees, lying my chest on his legs, my ass high in the air.

I rest my cheek against the cool leather of the sofa, still able to see the television, where the man now has the woman on her hands and knees, taking her roughly from behind.

As I watch, I focus on the sensations of his fingers leisurely stroking my pussy and ass, sometimes at the same time but not always, sometimes he spanks me, pussy and ass, again with no apparent rhyme or reason.

My eyes eventually slide shut, the sexual sounds of the television man and woman become the soundtrack of my arousal and the smell of my own desire fills the room. Ripples of pleasure sear a hot trail over my skin, the tender assault tampering with my sanity.

Wrapped in a web of need, I wait for what he will do next and, again, I am surprised.

“Come on baby,” he croons, patting my bottom.

I stand awkwardly, my legs shaking wildly and struggle with my lust.

Confused and aching, I take his hand, when offered, and resolve to patiently follow him to the kitchen.

Dinner has been set on the kitchen table, two plates with steak and baked potatoes, a candle burning in between. We eat in nervous silence, unchained wild, delicious feelings, keeping me from enjoying my food.

I’m finished before him, pushing the leftovers around my plate with the fork and sulking.

“On your knees, under the table,” he commands.

“Better your mouth be around my dick than frowning like that.”

Without a word. I slide off my chair and crawl under the kitchen table, positioning myself between his feet, his protruding manhood before my eyes.

I cannot see his face, or even his torso as I lick his cock with consummate skill. Sucking him into my mouth and swirling hotly. He tastes of heat and honey and I long to make him moan in pleasure but, no such sounds escape his lips.

I hear his silverware clatter on his plate, and then he’s pulling me to my feet, effectively ending my fantasy and I pout yet again. He drags me by the elbow to the dining room, sweeping me up onto a large wooden table, similar to the smaller one in the kitchen.

“If you simply must have something to suck on, you may have this for now,” he says, glaring as he opens and hands me a cherry flavored lollipop, the kind with a fat circular candy on the stick.

I lie back, shivering from the coolness against my back, putting the sucker between my lips, closing my eyes and pretending it’s his hard cock.

I feel him watching me and I want to put on a good show for him, make him proud of me. An acute surge of passion has me especially bold and I suck heavily on the lollipop making slurping noises as I writhe on the table top.

Opening my eyes, I look into his as I pop the cherry sucker out of my mouth and circle my nipple with the sweet candy. Down my stomach I trail the stick until I reach my entrance, pushing it inside and pumping a few times.

Taking the breast, sticky with cherry syrup, in my hand, I bring the large breast to my mouth and suck eagerly on the stiffening nipple until it’s clean.

Slowly i pull the lollipop from my pussy and place it back in my mouth once again, tasting myself and moaning.

During the entire scene, his expression never changes nor does it now when he speaks.

“Very nice show, my very bad girl,” he speaks quietly.

“Did I tell you to fuck yourself?” he asks, his voice still low and controlled.

“No,” I answer hesitantly, removing the sucker from my mouth.

“And now you will be punished…,” he says, reaching for the lollipop and emphasizing every word, “…to the fullest extent of… my imagination,” he finishes with a chuckle.

“Stay put,” he orders, disappearing back into the kitchen.

My mind races with possible punishments, my pussy leaking onto the wood when he returns holding a large cucumber.

His face serious once again, he pulls a chair, at the head of the table, right between my legs, and sits down, making himself comfortable. Then, grabbing me by the ankles, pulls me toward him, my ass at the edge of the table and my feet in the air.

With my blood humming in my veins, he buries his tongue in my wet heat, swirling his tongue in the sweetness. He teases relentlessly, tonguing my center and sucking my clit, coaxing me to complete abandon. illegal bahis siteleri Feeling the cucumber at my entrance, I brace myself for the intrusion just as I feel it stretching me as it glides in my core in one swift motion.

Swirling spots appear on the ceiling, floating before my eyes, as he pumps me deeply. My heart pounds in my ears and goosebumps form on my skin. Every push inward produces a grunt from my throat as his clever hands bring me to a cry of release. My senses shut down on the long, slow road of delight, tiny explosions erupting from my core as my pussy tightens in spasms around the cucumber.

My orgasm had barely receded when the vegetable is removed and I’m pulled to my feet, my head swimming from the quick motion. His arm wraps around my waist to steady me and I’m pulled to a bathroom. With the lights turned low, he places me into a tub that he begins filling with warm water before stepping in as well and sitting us with my back resting against his chest.

The water rushes and bubbles around us, warm and comforting as it envelopes. The sound of it running from the spigot produces a roaring hum, giving an illusion, for the moment, that the two of us are alone in a peaceful world.

One of his hands scoops up the bubbling water, pouring it over my ample breasts, the other holding me tightly in place.

“I’ll hear your confession now,” he whispers in my ear.

Sighing, I bite at my lip and weigh my words. After a moment of consideration, I gather my courage, speaking softly, as I lie my head back against his shoulder.

“I had a sexual fantasy today about a man who came into the library,” I begin.

“He was very handsome, broad shoulders and big blue eyes but, it was his voice that made my panties wet,” I explain.

“Continue,” he instructs impatiently, teasing my nipples between his fingers.

“His voice was velvety clear and calm, with a slight southern accent that flowed with sensual harmony,” I finished, my description ending on a dreamy sigh.

“I see,” he agrees nodding. “Is that all you wish to confess?” he questions.

“Yes sir,” I answer, the words forced out on an exhale as he roughly pinches my nipples. My entire body responds, tingling and tightening even as he releases me and soothes the tender, puckered flesh with light, circular rubs of his fingertips.

“Up,” he directs, motioning for me to stand and, I do so carefully, not wanting to hurt him in any way.

He stands as well, handing me two towels from the shelf behind him. I use one to quickly rub the beads of water from my skin and toss it into the hamper. The other I unfold and use to dry him, beginning with his head, neck, and shoulders, moving down and around his body with care and thoroughness, ending by squatting to dry his feet, and kiss the top of each in devotion.

He takes me by the arm, leading me to a small office with a large desk, holding a computer and piles of papers.

“Let’s get you dressed,” he says cheerfully, rummaging in one of the desk drawers.

Having found what he was searching for, he stands, one side of his mouth lifted in a wry, lopsided grin.

He crooks his finger in a come hither motion and I step in front of him. In his left, he holds a set of nipple clamps and a small butt plug.

“Arms behind your back,” he orders, lying the plug aside.

With my elbows at my sides, I fold my arms behind me, clasping my hands. The position pushes my chest out, my breasts heaving in anticipation. I hiss as he attaches first one, then the other, aligning the cool metal rods aside my nipples and screwing the metal circle up, causing them to pinch and attach.

He uses a generous amount of lubrication on the plug and I place my hands on the desk, bending at the waist. Applying pressure as he twists, the plug is inserted into my ass. The stretching is uncomfortable for second until my body adjusts, settling into wicked pleasure, warm and pliant beneath his skilled hands as he wiggles the toy inside my ass.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” he asks, rubbing his hand across my ass.

“Yes,” I force out, both nervous and excited.

The first smack raises me up on my toes, my ass tightening around the plug. He uses his nails, scratching lightly down my back, my body tightening, my chest pressing into the desk, mashing my clamped nipples. Fire rages through my body, igniting long hidden desire. The next four smacks come in rapid succession, without warning, and sound much worse than they feel. He takes care to land the blows in various areas of my bottom to avoid bruising, then tenderly rubs the heated flesh with the palm of his hand, soothing the skin.

My lust hazed brain wouldn’t focus as he pulls me up and along behind him to a den with comfy looking oversized canlı bahis siteleri furniture, leaving me standing, breathless, in front of a huge, suede chair.

A moment later, he reappears, positioning a video camera, sitting on top of a tripod, until he’s satisfied it’s set at the perfect angle. He walks to me, stepping around and behind my back, blindfolding me with a black scarf and helping me to sit in the chair.

“Get comfortable,” I’m told.

I recline back in the chair, scooting my ass down and anchoring myself with my knees bent and feet flat on the edge and try to relax, concentrating on breathing in and out my nose and feeling the warm wetness between my legs. The clamps on my sensitive nipples keeps them hard and stimulated, the plug in my ass shifting slightly with my breathing and making my clit twitch.

“Squeeze your breasts,” he rasps. “Imagine it’s my hands as you focus on your nipples, pinching hard enough to make yourself moan,” he commands, his voice raw and needy.

I do as he says, pinching my nipples over the clamps until my cry of painful pleasure echoes about the room, feeling that nerve come alive and burn with fire, running from my breasts down to my dripping pussy.

I hear movement in the room then his footsteps and a dildo is placed in my hand.

“Put it in your mouth and suck it like it’s my cock,” he orders.

I envision his cock before me, like in the kitchen, taking the head into my mouth and slowly working it down my throat, letting my mouth and tongue do most of the work.

“With your other hand rub your pussy,” he instructs, breaking me from my fantasy, his voice closer than before.

With the flat of four fingers, I massage my clit, the gesture moving the plug in my ass, adding to the sensations bubbling to the surface as I press and rub in circular motions as I continue sucking on the fake dick.

Suddenly I feel his hands, again wiggling the plug, rocking it back and forth as he pulls it free and I cum all over my damp, quivering thighs with a cry of release and the clamps are removed, prolonging the pleasure.

I feel as if I’m floating on a cloud, counting the stars spinning around my head. Hearing his voice from far away, I open my eyes to find him hovering, worry creasing his brow. Upon seeing that I am perfectly fine, he ushers me up and out of the den and into the bedroom.

Tossed on a large fluffy bed, I bounce, breathless and giggling. I watch him as he draws near, his hard cock fisted in his hand, pumping leisurely.

He climbs onto his knees atop the bed, grasping my knees and easing them apart, aligning his manhood at my entrance. Carefully he lowers himself over me, I see the onslaught of raw, physical desire in his eyes as his greedy mouth takes full possession of my own, enforcing his control by weaving his fingers through my hair and tugging tightly.

I make every effort to get him inside of me and, although, I feel his cock jump a few times, I fail in my efforts. Breaking the kiss, he wraps his hands around my wrists and pins them above my head on the mattress.

“Say please,” he demands, his honeyed voice intense.

“Please,” I choke out in a hushed whine.

At once, he releases my hands, and our bodies fuse together, mine rising to meet his, and nothing, not one single thing, compares to the way he feels. I set the rhythm, taking him to the hilt and he sets the punishing pace with driving hips that take me to unbearable heights. My hands free to roam his sexy body, feeling the flexing muscles in his back and legs, heat and power radiating through him as we writhe in mutual passion.

I can taste the salty layer of sweat on his skin as I nibble his neck and shoulders, smelling the heady scent of our mingling arousal, watching as he withdrawals and slides in again rapidly, the sounds filling the room, vicious and wicked.

Pain mixes with pleasure and my eyes glaze, my body freezing, momentarily, like the calm before the storm.

“Scream my name,” he says menacingly, his voice not entirely steady.

And I do, I scream out my release until my throat is dry, my voice shrill, and my exhausted muscles go limp from exertion. Unable to move or think, I flutter like a leaf in the wind, feeling my body, though relaxed, still spasm and my sore pussy ache so pleasantly. “I take it, you liked that,” he says, his voice softer, bringing me back to the present.

“Mmmmmm, yes,” I agree, stretching and curling closer to him.

“Was it everything you imagined?” he questions, brushing the matted hair from my cheek.

“Even better,” I answer, using one finger to trace the outline of his sticky, softening cock.

Contented silence fills the room, my body melts, heavy with exhaustion and my mind wanders, replaying our evening, when I’m shaken from my dream.

“And your confession…the man in the library?” he asks suddenly.

“It was you…,” I say sleepily. “It’s always been you.”

I feel his smile against my breast as we drift into peaceful slumber.

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Author’s Note: This story is a collaboration with my friend and editor, Harvey. We both contributed equally to its content and we hope you enjoy it. Additionally we’d like to thank Jim (Mojavejoe420) for his contributions to this chapter.

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“Hi, sweetheart!”

I’d barely stepped out of my car when my Dad wrapped me up in a big bear hug in the driveway. I closed my eyes and melted into his strong arms.

It was a long drive from Las Vegas to my childhood home in Glendale, California, right outside of Los Angeles. I’d been working steadily for Dana for the last month, going on one and sometimes two dates a weekend. Even though I could’ve used the money, I’d decided to take this weekend off and spend it with my father. I knew he needed me and there was always next weekend to work and add to my growing bank account.

“Daddy, mmm, you feel so good!”

“You do too,” and he squeezed me again. We walked into the house with his arm around me and he asked about the drive, my car, and my classes.

The house seemed too big, though, too empty. I noticed some of the artwork was gone, and some of Mom’s crystal collection, too. Daddy saw me looking around as I took in all the new and not-so-good changes. I thought of asking him about it, but decided against it. Perhaps after I get settled in, I thought. We sat down on the couch in the living room after my father got a couple of beers out of the fridge.

“I love when you visit me; how long will you be able to stay?” he said longingly.

“I have to leave Sunday at about noon. I have classes Monday morning that I can’t miss.”

I saw the hurt look in his eyes. I knew he wanted me to stay longer, but it was an impossibility. “I understand, sweetheart, you’re busy with school, and I’ll just enjoy the time that I have you here with me.”

He asked me again about my classes and my ‘part-time job’ at the school bookstore. I hated lying to him but I knew he’d never be able to handle the truth of how I was really paying my bills now that he could no longer assist me. Once we’d caught up a little, I hit him with a serious topic that I hoped he’d be okay talking about.

“So, how are things going with Elaine?”

I knew that she and my Dad had been getting closer lately. I was glad for him; he’d been in quite a dry spell ever since my mother passed away suddenly three years ago. He’d loved her dearly and it took him a couple of years to move past losing her and try to ‘get back out there again’ and meet someone new. Just as things had started to get better for him he’d lost his job, and of course being unemployed wasn’t a big selling point with the ladies. When he met Elaine I thought things had finally started looking up for him.

“I’d planned on you meeting her today, but we had a falling out and that won’t be happening,” he said solemnly.

My heart sank and I reached out, took his hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I thought everything was going well with her.”

“Everything was going great, until … ummm … last night.” I waited patiently for him to continue as he collected his thoughts. “This is really difficult to talk about with my daughter. I know you’re a grown woman … but … still …” His voice trailed off as the picture became a bit clearer.

“Daddy, you know you can talk to me, right? I’m kinda grown up now. I even know about,” I looked around the room and then whispered, “s-e-x.”

Working for Dana, I’d quickly learned that humor could diffuse any potentially awkward situation with her clients. It always worked with them, and it worked on my Dad as well.

He gave me a big laugh. “Well, all right, then, you asked for it. It was about s-e-x. I wanted it and she didn’t.”

I broke into a little scowl. “You weren’t pressuring her too quickly, were you? I thought you’d been going out a while?”

“Elisa, we’d been going out for four months, but she’s … you know … Catholic. After she got divorced she didn’t want to have sex until she got married again, and I guess I wasn’t willing to wait for her.”

This was a complicated situation, more complicated than I’d envisioned. I didn’t blame my Dad for wanting sex without being married. However, I also respected Elaine’s decision to abstain because of her religious convictions.

More than anything, I felt sorry for my Dad. He looked so dejected. Poor guy, I’m sure he really needs to get laid. Again, I tried to use humor to cheer him up. “Well, maybe it’s for the best. She’s probably lousy in bed and wouldn’t give you head.”

He coughed, and when he regained his composure he apologized. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that from you and you kind of caught me off guard there. It’s a moot point now, we had a huge fight last night and she was really pissed when she left.”

I tried to put a positive spin on the deterioration of his sexual prospects. “Daddy, maybe it’s for the best. Good sex is important in a relationship.” Trust me, I know. Most of the men I see every weekend pay me to do things for them that their wives won’t.

“Yeah, I guess bahis firmaları that’s true.” He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. “Since I’m being so forthright with you about the shitty state of my love life, how about you tell me what you’ve been up to. Are you seeing anybody? Having good sex? Giving good–” He stopped suddenly. I think he shocked himself with what he almost said.

Yes, Daddy, I’ve given good head every weekend for the last month. And I swallow, too. What’s the point of doing all the work and not enjoying the taste?

Of course, I couldn’t admit any of that to my father, so I just smiled for a few moments before formulating my usual lie about what I’d been doing for the past few weekends. “I’m too busy with my school work, but every now and then I’ll go out on a date.”

What I was also discovering, working for Dana, that I couldn’t share with my Dad was that I liked being with men, not boys that were my age. They were more mature, more respectful, and more willing to return the pleasure that I gave them. Of course, there were some exceptions. A couple of them had been way past their prime and a lot more work to please, but overall I’d learned through my weekend experiences that guys my age were now of little interest to me.

The next few hours were great. We talked and laughed about some of his brothers and sisters, and we reminisced about my mother and some of my childhood experiences. Then we talked politics in relation to one of my classes. I always appreciated his take on things and he really understood that there usually wasn’t just a black or white definition or solution to a problem. He liked to consider all sides of a situation and he wanted to make sure that I always did, too. He’s one of the smartest people I know.

We had a great weekend together, and when I left on Sunday I promised to come back as soon as I could. My weekend with him also caused me to feel a bit conflicted. He’d said he was getting by just fine, but the insides of the cabinets and fridge were pretty barren. He’d already sold off the BMW, and he’d talked about selling the Infiniti next.

I had extra money that I was more than willing to give him, but I knew he’d never accept it from me. Additionally, it would blow apart my lie about working in the college bookstore for minimum wage, and it would force me to be truthful about what I was really doing on the weekends. His little girl seeing men on the weekends for money, that was information that I knew he was in no way ready to handle.

His lack of a love life also concerned me. He’s very good-looking and quite a catch; he’s kept himself in great shape despite the unemployment. He wasn’t one to just sit around and feel sorry for himself. Pretty women would be flocking to him if he could just find another job. Maybe I could get an escort for him? Would that even be good for him?

That was kind of weird, thinking about my Dad with one of Dana’s girls. I’ve seen all their pictures; I wonder which one he’d like. And would they be good to him like I’m good to my clients? I’d want him to have somebody who wouldn’t just go through the motions. I’d want him to feel passion again, and she’d have to put in the work with him just like I did when I saw my clients. It was an interesting thought, but one that I was in no way ready to act on.

– – – – –

I’d just filled my gas tank in Barstow and gotten back on the freeway when my phone chirped me out of my reverie. I was surprised to see it was Dana on the caller ID. Normally we only texted and rarely spoke on the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Elisa, it’s Dana. Is this a good time?”

“Sure, I’m in my car by myself. What can I do for you?”

“In your car, well, can you pull over somewhere for a few minutes? Or maybe call me later?”

“Give me just a second.” Luckily I was a quarter of a mile from a rest area. I took the exit and parked my car.

“Okay, I’m off the freeway and I can talk. Is anything wrong?”

“Oh, gosh, no. Quite the opposite, in fact. Somebody is getting quite popular!”

“Really … ummm … I guess that’s a good thing, right?

“It’s a very good thing for both of us.”

I know it’s a good thing for you, you’ve been getting a large share of my earnings. Of course, I kept that snide little thought to myself.

“So what’s new?”

“Well, two things, actually two clients, and they’re both pretty interesting and potentially lucrative. I’ll start with the shorter date. We have Steven, a thirty-nine-year-old accountant who would like to book you for four hours on Saturday night. It sounds nice, actually. Dancing and drinks at the Tao nightclub, then a few hours of sex afterwards. He’s checked most of the normal boxes, but he has a request we don’t actually have a box for.”

I took a deep breath and was almost afraid to ask my next question. “Okay, and what would that be?”

“It’s his wife’s birthday and he’d like you to be his present to her.”

My jaw dropped open and I was thankful we were on the phone instead of talking face-to-face. “I … ummm … I kaçak iddaa don’t know.”

The hesitancy in my voice was quite evident and she quickly stepped in. “Before you say no, just hear me out.”

“Okay,” I said cautiously.

“He will be there, but mostly as an observer. He wants you to have a few drinks, dance with her, pursue her, and then have sex with her. He wants to help her relive her college days, something along those lines.”

“How old is she?”

I could hear her typing on her computer, looking up the information I’d requested. “You’d be meeting them on her 30th birthday.”

My mind was running wild with possibilities. Seeing … being with … taking care of older men, that was something I could handle, something I was getting good at and growing accustomed to. But this … what she was asking of me … this request was on a whole other level.

“I know you’re apprehensive, Elisa, but let’s talk about it, okay?”

“Okay,” I said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“During your interview we never talked about this type of date because, frankly, our clients rarely request it.”

“Okay, but why me?”

“She loves your pictures and he loves your glowing reviews. Especially your ‘willingness to ensure your clients leave satisfied,’ as your last date put it.”

“I … ummm … I’m just … ummm … not sure.” My head was still spinning, and it was as if my brain refused to form a coherent thought.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she said.

I took a deep breath, cleared my head, and willed myself to respond to my boss with a cogent answer. “You’ve always expected a lot from me and I’ve always delivered for you and our clients, I think we can agree on that, right?”

“I completely agree with that.”

“What if I agreed to this and wasn’t able to meet her expectations?”

“Have you had many experiences with women?”

“I’ve had a few, but let’s just say that it’s been limited.”

That was the understatement of the year. During my freshman year I met a girl who lived in my dorm. We became friends and went out together. When our night of hard partying was over, we went back to her room and her libido was in overdrive. She hit on me, which led to us making out, me going down on her, and me getting her off multiple times. Unfortunately, she fell asleep before she could reciprocate, which left me turned on and incredibly frustrated.

To make matters worse, when I saw her the following day she pretended nothing had happened. I was actually dumb enough to let it happen again, hoping for a different outcome. Finally, I put my foot down and rebuffed her advances, which led to the end of our friendship. I was fairly certain she’d loved what I did to her, because I just mimicked what guys always did to me. Since then I’ve always been into guys and never considered myself to be anything other than heterosexual.

Which brought me back to the question. Would my … ummm … very limited skill-set even come close to meeting an experienced bisexual woman’s expectations or that of her rich husband? Dana’s voice broke me out of my thoughts and back to the now.

“Listen, Elisa, out of all my employees they specifically requested you. If you say no they’ll look elsewhere. But I believe in you, and like you said you’ve never let me down. I know this time won’t be any different.”

Now she’s handling me. For better or worse, her kind words and her faith in me won me over. “Okay, I’ll do this.”

“Excellent, I know you’ll have a great evening with them. His name is Steven and his wife’s name is Lynn, and they have a couple of kids. While I have you on the phone I’ll send you a picture of them.”

“Okay, but let me ask you, she’s had a lot of experiences with women?” I tried to sound confident, but I was afraid my inquiry might betray my lingering self-doubt. A couple of seconds later my phone chirped and I looked at the picture while Dana answered me.

“Steven told me that she’d been with quite a few girls during college but once they’d married and had children her opportunities dried up. Lynn’s greatest fantasy is to be with a hot young college girl and have, what did I write down here … oh, yes. She wants crazy and wild and romantic love-sex. I guess it’d be up to you to interpret what that means.”

Dana was talking but I was only half-listening; I was staring at the photo she’d sent me. They were on a beach, under a palm tree, and his arm was securely around her, holding her tight against his body. He was wearing long surfer-type board shorts and she was in a little blue bikini.

I quickly came to the conclusion that Lynn was gorgeous. Not the ‘she passes for cute’ variety, but she could be a model, type gorgeous. She had long blonde hair, high cheekbones, and puffy, pouty, sexy lips. He looked every bit his almost forty years, but she could pass for one of the girls I went to class with every day. And her body … This woman has had children? Bullshit, I wouldn’t believe it until I saw them. My eyes slowly gravitated towards him. He was handsome enough, but I’d be willing kaçak bahis to bet he had rich parents to land a stunner like her.

“So, did you get the pic? What do you think?” she said.

Any notion of this date not being a complete and utter disaster had evaporated after seeing that picture. Of course, like always, I hid my true feelings from my boss. “They’re a cute couple.”

“I know, right?” She’s really pretty, isn’t she?”

“She is.” She’s Miss-Fucking-America, Boss; how do I even begin to sexually please a woman like that?

“Steven said she also likes playing with toys. He really didn’t elaborate, so just be ready for it, okay?”

Of course she likes toys … what blonde supermodel goddess doesn’t? I thought sarcastically. “If she likes that, it’s no problem.”

“I knew you wouldn’t have a problem with it,” she said gleefully.

“And you said this would be a four-hour date?”

“Yes, Steven would like to watch and then join in at some point.”

Pleasing a forty-year-old man, finally something I can actually handle. “Him joining us is fine.”

“This will be a great night for you. Your take will be $4,900.”

“I like the sound of that. But you said you have a second date to tell me about?”

“Yes, I do. You remember Edward from a couple weeks ago, right?”

I thought for a moment. Edward … yeah … the guy who’d wanted me to see his son and … ummm … teach him a few things. As Dana said, that had been a few weeks ago, and I had thought he’d forgotten about it or had changed his mind.

“Yeah, I remember him, what’s he up to?” I asked, hoping he’d agreed to go forward with his plans.

“He wants to book his son for a twenty-four hour-date in five weeks. Will you be available then?”

I couldn’t answer fast enough. “Yes! I’m available.” I couldn’t think straight; how much money would that be? “Wait, my period is when?” Dana tracked all of our periods on her computer. I was on the pill, of course, which gave me regular cycles of shorter duration.

“I already checked, and you’re in the clear. He said he’d already discussed this with you and you’re actually going to be his son’s birthday present, is that right?”

“Yes, I’m supposed to turn his boy into a man. It should be kinda fun, the kid is an honest-to-God virgin, unless something’s happened since I saw Edward, and from what he told me that probably hasn’t changed.”

“Interesting. Well, he’s checked all your boxes for that date, and I was willing to negotiate a discount on the usual fees because of how long the date would be, so it would come to … let me click to that screen again … yes. Seventeen thousand five hundred for you.”

I shivered for a moment. “Se-seventeen?” I asked with an unsteady voice. It was actually difficult to imagine someone paying me that much for twenty-four hours of my time.

“Seventeen five, Elisa.”

I took a deep breath. “I think I can live with that,” I gushed.

Dana chuckled into the phone. “I thought you’d be okay with that figure. Can I tell you something, Elisa?”

“Of course.”

“Well, it’s just that I’m very proud of you, dear. I had a feeling about you, and look at how well you’re doing. I’m kicking around the idea of raising your rates to keep up with the demand.”

I giggled. “I’ll leave that up to you, Boss.”

What she’d said was true, though. I had about fifteen requests for dates in my in-box. When I originally agreed to work for her, I told her I could work one night a week so I’d have plenty of time to study and keep up with my classes. However, because of all of the glowing reviews I’d received, I did seem to be in high demand, and that was a little disconcerting. Dana had promised she’d never pressure me into taking on more than I could handle, and I hoped that wouldn’t change.

We chatted a little more about the particulars of the upcoming couple-date and then disconnected. I did some math in my head.

Seventeen-five for the all-day date and almost five for the other is exactly twenty-two four for me, and maybe a raise after that. This could really set me up well.

– – – – –

When I got back into Las Vegas I found that my small two-bedroom apartment was empty. Then I remembered that my roommate, Lexi, was having dinner with her folks in Mesquite, about an hour and a half up the road. It was only about four in the afternoon, so I figured I had a two-to-three-hour window of privacy. I went to my bedroom and sat at my little desk that was normally reserved for doing my school-work.

I never really watched porn, the real thing was always so much better to me. Before I started working for Dana, I’d occasionally, maybe once a month, pick some lucky random guy from one of my classes and hook up. But now, having sex once and sometimes twice a week more than scratched that itch, and it was almost as if the more I got the more I wanted. On the occasional times when I did touch myself, the image in my head was always of a guy, one who I’d plan to pursue. However, today felt different. I pulled out my phone and pulled up the image Dana had sent me. There she is again … that beautiful blonde on the beach with her husband’s arm around her. As sexy as that image was, I’d need a little more stimulus if I was going to get myself off.

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I woke up in my bed and felt the warm empty space beside me. I remembered being with Jess and I looked around to find her. She wasn’t in the room but I saw her shoes, so I assumed that she had gone to the bathroom. I picked up my phone to see what time it was- 2:34am. I noticed I had missed a call earlier in the evening. It was from Jim and he’d left a voicemail, which felt unusual. I checked out the voicemail transcription.

Jim: “Hey Darren it’s Jim. Listen I hope I’m not distracting you from having a good time, but Sarah insisted I call you to give you a heads up. She says that she knows of Jessica from other girls in the education department. They say no one wants to be her friend because she has frequently slept with other girl’s boyfriends. Just, I don’t know, giving you a warning I guess. She’s very pretty and seemed really nice. It looked like she was really into you, so who knows. Maybe it’s just rumors. Maybe things will be different with you and her. See ya round, man.”

I was confused. Is this what she meant by being trouble? What would I care that she had a past with other guys? Maybe I was less experienced than her, but why would I judge her for that? I deleted the voicemail.

It was then that I realized that I had no real concept of how long she had been gone. There were potentially up to seven other guys in this house. Is Sarah suggesting that she’s some sort of nymphomaniac and I should be worried?

“I’ll probably break your heart,” she told me the first night we were together.

I got up and pulled on my underwear and opened my bedroom door. I walked down the hall to the bathroom, noticing that the light were on from the crack under the door. Suddenly, the door opened and I was face to face with her. She was wearing one of my shirts and while she obviously a little startled at seeing me right there, she instantly got a smile on her face upon recognizing me.

“Well, hello there. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

I felt a blush wash over my face. Was I embarrassed about being caught? Did I think she could see my thoughts? I was stuck between being so excited about having the opportunity to be with her and the fear that either I’d blow it or whatever this thing is with her.

I shook it off and pulled her to me, kissing her passionately.

“Oh Darren, what was that for?” she asked as we parted.

“Just güvenilir bahis happy to see you. You wear that well,” I smiled at her in my shirt. It was a Bowie t-shirt with Bowie as Ziggy Stardust.

“Oh, really? Your roommate – what was his name, Mark? – thought so too,” she said looking down at the shirt.

What?

“Ummm, you saw Mark?”

“Yeah. He was coming out of the bathroom as I was heading to use it. No big deal. I figured I might run into someone in the hall even though it was late. He said that ‘suddenly he was a big Bowie fan too’,” she said, grinning at the joke.

I felt tense but worried she’d sense it so I willed myself to chill out. It was just a meet up in the hall, nothing more. Yet something else happened. Something I wasn’t expecting. I felt myself getting really hard. The idea that my roommate Mark, who was certainly more buff and had much more success with girls than I did, saw my girl in the hallway late at night in nothing but my t-shirt aroused me. More than that. I wished I had witnessed it. Maybe it was the stuff Jim told me from Sarah. Maybe it was my own feelings of inadequacy to be able to hang with such an amazing girl. Maybe it was pride that she was with me and not Mark or someone like him. I don’t know what it was, but I suddenly realized she was aware of my condition as well.

“Oh my. Is that for me?”

I swallowed hard.

“Hell yes it is.”

“Did you need to use the bathroom?” she asked me looking over her shoulder at the still open bathroom.

“What? Oh, oh no. I was just checking on you. Making sure you were alright.”

She touched my face with her hand, “Oh, you’re so sweet.”

Then she gave me a devious look, “And, you can admit it, maybe a little afraid of me unsupervised around your roommates as well?”

I’m sure my face was covered with guilt and the blush effect was back on strong. To be honest, between all the blood rushing to my dick and my face, I’m a little surprise I didn’t pass out.

“Come on, baby, let’s go take care of your proud little guy.”

We hurried back to my room and shut the door as quickly but quietly as we could. I tore my shirt off of her, confirming she did indeed have nothing at all on under it. She yanked my boxer briefs down and we kissed a deep, French kiss. I spun her around and bent her over my bed.

As she türkçe bahis went forward and I grabbed her hips, I heard her moan a low “Yessss.” I positioned my cock at her entrance and pushed in. Strong but slow. I felt her pussy envelop me. Wet, tight, and welcoming. It felt like this was where I belonged. She looked over her shoulder to look me in the eyes. Her eyes were heavily lidded and I knew she wanted this to.

“Fuck me hard, Darren. Don’t hold back. Make me fucking cum.”

I didn’t hold back. I pounded her. All that stuff from Sarah was in my head. Thinking about Mark seeing her in just my shirt was in my head. Her little tease about being alone with my roommates was in my head. I reached forward ad wrapped my fingers in her hair and pulled back.

She was practically ripping the sheets from my bed and she got loud. Really, really loud. There was no possible way that my roommates didn’t hear her. I’ve heard a few of them with their own dates before. I cannot imagine those girls were this loud.

I realized quickly that the circumstances were such that I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. Even having cum earlier that night, what was going on in my head was too over powering. I started to think about sports, geometry, food. Anything to take my mind off what was happening.

Then I heard it. With a sharp intake of breath, she stopped breathing for an instant and her pussy contracted around my cock. She had cum, hard. Then suddenly an image popped in my head: Jessica, fucking Mark, in our hallway. I came so hard I thought my head would pop off.

Well the hell had gotten into me?

I collapsed on top of her after releasing her hair and hugged her from behind, still inside of her. I was afraid I would be too much weight on her, so I rolled over pulling her with me into an awkward spoon hanging off the side of my bed. We were both breathing heavily together. My dick eased out of her as it softened and, feeling this, we shifted to be laying on the bed lengthwise. As we finished moving, she turned slowly to face me. She looked content. She brushed a lock of my wild hair from my face.

“Who are you? Where’d you come from?”

“Those were going to be my questions,” I replied.

“I didn’t anticipate you being so special. This all has come at me from left field. I wasn’t expecting to feel this way. Whatever güvenilir bahis siteleri this is, I don’t want to fuck it up.”

I looked at her quietly for a moment.

“Jess, I don’t understand why that’s such a concern for you, but in a lot of ways I get it. You know I saw you on campus many times before I got up the nerve to say hi to you. I was the one who was afraid of messing up my shot with you. And this has happened. I’m here with you. I don’t need to put any labels on it, but I really want to try to give you whatever you need or want.”

A look crossed her face and I didn’t know what it was. She was still too new to me.

She leaned into me, nuzzling her face into my chest.

“Hold me,” she said softly.

I held her in my arms as we both fell asleep again.

————–

Morning came and as the sun peered into the window I felt her stirring.

“Good morning. I need to get going, but I don’t really want to,” she said close to my face.

“Then don’t. Stay with me. We’ll get up later and go get some breakfast together.”

“Oh man, I want that so badly right now. But I need to be a good girl and turn in a project for my early childhood education class. I’m free tonight if you want to get together again. Nothing fancy. Last night was super nice but I don’t expect that every night we’re together. We’re both college students. You can come up to my dorm room to hangout. I’m pretty sure my roommate has a late might planned at the lab.”

“Ok, sounds cool,” I then leaned in to kiss her.

The kiss was brief and then she was up and getting dressed. I didn’t even notice that she had a pair of yoga pants stashed in her purse. She put on her underwear (another thong) and pants. She put on a bra that also came from the purse. Then, with a devilish grin, she put on the Bowie shirt from last night.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she asked with a gleam in her eye.

Swallowing hard as everything that was going through my head the night before rushed back through, “No. That’s great.”

It would take a hundred men or more to wipe the smile from my face.

I thought she was leaning in to kiss me goodbye and she did kiss me but then she said, “Ummm, you know you’re my ride back to campus, right?”

I blushed with embarrassment but I quickly got up and dressed so that I could drive her back. The ride to campus was short, but as she rubbed her hand on my thigh I reached down with my right hand and took her hand in mine. She gave me a quick peck on the lips as she was getting out of the car.

“See you tonight, lover.”

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My exhibitionist experience at a nude beach ignited a collection of intense erotic fantasies, the most vivid being to make love on a deserted beach. Despite its cliché nature, my husband needed very little persuading to help me live out my yearning. Fortunately, at that time we were living in a country virtually ringed by beaches, so we were confident that we’d find a private strand of sand for our little adventure. Maps, population densities, and weather forecasts soon became constant but welcomed topics. We also discussed timing, realising that a weekday would be best for our purpose.

With our plans laid, we picked a day. The weather held, so we prepared for our outing that morning, beginning with a phone call to our respective workplaces to report illness and regrets. We packed our car with a blanket, towels, beach umbrella, books, and a cooler of food and drink; we intended to stay the entire day. A swimsuit each was also included in case we failed to find a private enough beach. We set out early, around 8 a.m., in hope and anticipation. The drive itself was uneventful. Conversation was muted, with both of us lost in our own thoughts.

The general location we chose was about a 90-minute drive, too far to scout for a specific spot. We were to rely on chance. In the event of failure, we’d console ourselves with at least a pleasant drive in the country and some sedate tanning on a public beach. The area we picked was on a sparsely populated peninsula, with cliffs on its west coast. The plan was to descend the cliffs and hopefully find an isolated stretch of sand.

Eventually, we arrived at a promising area and parked the car. After a brief look in the woods, we found a trail leading to the cliff’s edge, so we returned to our vehicle to collect our belongings. In addition to our backpacks, I carried the umbrella, and he the heavier cooler. So the two of us trundled down the path and soon came to a set of wooden stairs that descended the cliff and deposited us onto the seashore.

The beach wasn’t crowded, but we needed an expanse of sand with no one on it but ourselves. Although the cooler was heavy, my husband suggested that we head along the shore to the left, toward the visible headland. At the outcrop, we scrambled over rocks to find a deserted cove of sand. Instead of stopping, he wanted to keep going to see what was beyond the next jut of land. I didn’t protest, as I wanted to be as far away from the other beach-goers as possible. So we traversed to yet another headland, hoping that beyond it lay our beach.

Luck was on our side, presenting us with a beach that we thought existed only in our minds. In front of us lay a wide, long, empty stretch of sand that was protected on all sides. For my own peace of mind, we went to the far end of the beach. If someone were to stray onto our private cove, we’d have enough time to dress and feign innocence.

It was hard to believe that I was there, a place previously visited only in my imagination. With sensual anticipation, we set up our love nest, spreading the blanket, opening the umbrella, and shedding our clothes. Contrary to what I expected, there was no hesitation on my part; I began a leisurely carnal quest that lasted the whole day.

We stood facing each other, naked, and began with soft kisses, our tongues darting back and forth. His hands reached for my breasts, cupping them and tugging at my nipples. The delightful pulls were directly sensed by my pubic region, initiating a flood that remained between my legs for the rest of the day. Instinctively, his hands began a slow tour to my crotch, detouring to squeeze my buttocks and pull me next to his erection, which I squirmed against with pleasure.

Finally, after an agonising amount of time, his hand found my vulva. I braced myself against his chest, for the sensations that washed through güvenilir bahis me came close to knocking me over. I recovered and found myself standing with my feet wider apart than before. With one of his fingers, he began a stroking motion that parted my labia and ran along the length of my lips without entering me, pausing periodically on my clitoris. I shuddered as he did this and gingerly bit down on his shoulder as I held him. Soon, random downward strokes entered me, and eventually they penetrated me with a luxurious consistency. I abandoned any pretence of modesty and lifted a foot onto his knee, splaying my elevated leg to the side to open myself and allow his probing to go deeper. My hands were around his neck as I stood leaning backwards, balanced with one foot on the ground, all while his fingers explored my opening.

The position, while enchanting, was tiring, so I released him and lay on the blanket on my back with my knees to my chest and apart, playing with my swollen petals and entrance. My impish behaviour excited him, so he stroked himself as he watched me. But before long, his resistance broke, and he lowered his face into my slit—a misnomer, for it had blossomed into an open, edible flower. His tongue played on my clit, but mostly he sucked on it while his chin pushed apart my lips and tempted my entrance. The sensations steadily drove me to ecstasy and caused me to thrust my pelvis into his face and spread myself even wider with my hands. In turn, he filled me with his fingers, pumping at my cavity, while continuing the suction on my clitoris.

The heavenly action of his fingers stretched me, making my entrance wide and pliant. He angled me so that the sun could shine and beat into my insides. With the sun’s spotlight, he’d peer into my opening and then bury his face in me, only to lift his head—his chin and mouth shining from my wetness—to stare into my cavity again, then resume his greedy consumption. He varied from this cycle by mounting and penetrating me, alternately sucking at my puckered nipples or kissing me as I bucked beneath him, only to slide back down to renew his detailed examination and tasting of my vulva. At last, my orgasm came with a rush. I arched my back as tremors reverberated throughout me and left my legs open to absorb some more fulfilling strokes from his fingers, until, finally, the sensations were too much to take.

I asked him if we were really there, on the beach, enjoying ourselves so freely. He answered with a long kiss. We were energised to a high degree, requiring only modest amounts of rest before one of us would spur the other. Every act, no matter how innocuous, became a celebration of our bodies, done to arouse the other, creating a rising spiral of erotic energy.

In the open air with the sun as voyeur, we lost ourselves in each other: I rode him while on my knees yet other times while squatting, the latter spreading me wide and providing him with a view of his intrusion into my labia. When I squeezed his erection with my pelvic muscles, I could feel it twitch and convulse inside of me. I nipped and pulled at my breasts as I repeatedly impaled myself on his cock. With difficulty, I’d remove myself from him, move up to his face, and grind myself into his nose, mouth, and chin, relishing his suction on my clitoris. I sucked on his erection, hard yet warm, taking him as deep as I could, milking him with my mouth to a shuddering climax and lustily swallowing every drop he expelled. He filled and stretched my core as I opened myself and urged him to ejaculate into my depths. Under the glorious sun he watched me as I deftly masturbated to an orgasm. I craved his erection, rubbing it all over my body and face, and coaxed him to spray his semen over my chest and rub the fluid into my breasts, impregnating them with his scent.

Time passed with our türkçe bahis lovemaking, so we decided to have some food. The lunch that I’d packed included some meats, cheeses, and fruit—specifically, strawberries and pears. Famished from our lovemaking, we ate the meats and cheese with gusto, rested, and slaked our thirst with a cool, crisp, white wine. My legs were casually spread as I sat on the blanket, my opening visible and still vibrating from our last round of sex. My swollen labia attracted his gaze, so, wordlessly, I positioned myself to allow him a more explicit view. I watched him work in silence, slicing the pears into wedges with great deliberation. His next move caught me pleasantly by surprise.

Carefully, pieces of fruit were placed into my cavity, withdrawn, sometimes reinserted, and eaten, both of us feeding each other the ripe slices that we coated with my juices. We’d then kiss and exchange the fruit between our mouths. I was transfixed watching each morsel enter and disappear between my labia, only to see my glossy lips lengthen, sucked outwards by the removal of the now shiny fruit. Each successive penetration by a strawberry or pear wedge resulted in yet a higher lift of my pelvis and a further spreading of my legs. I ached to baste every portion and revelled in the subtle sensations stirring in my vagina. We ate slowly, savouring every sinful insertion of fruit.

We took turns, using each other as a platter with which to consume our food. He’d lay me on my back, marinate a morsel between my lips, and place the food on my breasts, nibbling them along with the dampened fruit. Each touch of his lips on my nipples sent currents shooting to my pelvis, further augmenting my wetness. He’d then slide to my opening and drink deeply, lapping and poking between my lips and teasing my clit; sometimes he’d deposit another piece of fruit to consume directly from my slit. In return, I’d immerse a slice into my opening, letting it linger to absorb my essence, and, placing it on his penis, ingest the fruit while I sucked his erection.

After several such Epicurean exchanges, I continued sucking him, sometimes running my tongue along the length of his shaft. His pelvis soon began its beautiful rhythm and pumped at my mouth, gently at first. As he increased the speed, I felt him hold me by my hair, keeping my head still. He continued building the intensity, soon thrusting his cock into my mouth. I felt him tense before he splashed his warm sperm into my throat. Intentionally, I removed him from my mouth before he finished, allowing his final streams to shower my lips, cheek, and chin. Without hesitation, he took me in his arms and, licking my face, collected and fed me his semen with his tongue and lips. I can’t describe the eagerness with which I devoured the orgasmic fluid from his mouth.

Our day progressed from one sensual high to another. Even our rests were a delight: we’d stroke each other while we read or absorbed the view or, more often than not, we’d simply admire each other in the all-revealing sun.

The superb, cloudless day was ending. It was past 5 p.m. We were laying on our sides facing each other, our feet toward the other’s head, relaxing, reading, and recovering from yet our latest escapade. Believing that we were done with our adventure, I playfully called to give him one last look. Slowly, keeping my upper leg straight, I raised it as high as it could go and then rolled onto my back, extending both legs as wide as I could.

The effect was unexpected. His eyes widened, even bulged, as he silently stared at my exposure. He described it to me later: My vulva was enlarged and awash in saliva, semen, and my own secretions. Strands of this earthy concoction were strung across my opening like a fine, delicate lace, linking my parted lips and forlornly attempting to hide the extended güvenilir bahis siteleri stretching, filling, and widening of my hole. To add to the effect, the pearly threads shifted and shimmered in the light of the sun. He was entranced, later claiming that it was one of the most erotic sights he ever saw.

Without a word and in a single smooth motion, he jumped to his feet, grabbed my arm, dragged me to the water’s edge, and flung me onto the sand, falling on me like a madman. He entered me easily; the copious amounts of sex had made me loose and lubricated, the latter evidenced by the cocktail of juices that I’d so lewdly placed on show. To say that we made love is a mistruth; it was, on both our parts, a pure joyous Fuck. It began immediately with an intensity that was hard, fast, and unwavering to the very end.

While on my back, I thrust my pelvis upwards in desperate attempts to match his cadence, each well-timed lunge a delicious reward for my clit and insides. My hands alternated between tugging my nipples, masturbating, and feeling his cock plunge into my cunt: Yes, my cunt, my cock-tunnel, my fuck-hole; it was all of these things and more. When he tired of fucking me in this position, he turned me onto my hands and knees and pummelled me from behind. His hands gripped my hips and controlled the furious motion that simultaneously slapped my ass and unceasingly filled and stretched my more than willing pussy. Supporting myself on one arm, I watched through my legs the rhythm of his balls as his pelvis smacked into me, increasing my excitement and causing me, impossibly, to open myself yet wider. With my free hand, forming a “V” with two fingers, I felt his cock thrust into me while I maddeningly tried to touch my clit with the remaining fingers. The pace was insane, punctuated with frequent changes in position, but it barely kept up with my base cravings.

Finally, while on my back, he pinned me by trussing my legs apart, his arms behind my knees. He leaned into me with his arms, pushing my legs toward me and to the sides of my chest, and causing my pelvis to elevate. I was completely and utterly split, supplying him unbridled access to my expanded hole. Delirious with lust, I craned my neck to catch glimpses of the persistent penetration of my widened pink flesh. With each withdrawal I saw my cunt lips extend and cling to his cock, gleaming from my insides, only to watch his shaft disappear and then feel it inside. I absorbed the delicious slamming of our pelvises, welcoming each blow. My cunt was voracious, gobbling with savage gluttony the endless and rapid ploughing. One of my hands was engrossed with my nipples, intensely plucking at them, while the other attacked my clit, all as I was relentlessly fucked into sweet, luscious incoherence.

In this position did we gain tempo, force, and urgency and climb to our final orgasm.

How do I end this? How do I avoid the tired, hackneyed, overused line, “…and then I exploded as he spurted his hot cum deep inside of my love box”? How do I convince you, Reader, that at that climactic instant we saw the face of God while in a communion of cosmic copulation? Is it at all possible to persuade you that the spirits of Henry Miller, Anais Nin, Don Juan and his reckless daughter, and Casanova did visit and bestow their blessings and collective libidos upon us at the anointed second of our shared ecstasy? How can I describe the culmination of the Super Fuck, in whose presence Nietzsche’s penis shrivels from envy? Can I define the moment of shared immaculate bliss that bellowed to us the meaning of our existence, causing Descartes to masturbate and scream at the top of his lungs, “We fuck, therefore we are”? Would you believe me if I said that I cried tears of rapture and exhilaration? Can I sell to you the notion that we collapsed into the sand and each other’s arms, laughing in disbelief and incapable of speech, eventually quietening to listen to the gentle breaking of the waves and the beating of each other’s hearts?

If you believe but a fraction of it then I have done my job.

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“So did you enjoy dinner honey?” Ted asked helping Patti into the car, he had called earlier and told her not to cook dinner but to get dressed in her sexiest outfit he was taking her out.

They had gone to their favorite restaurant and had a nice romantic dinner, enjoying the food and each others company. It was a Friday night and the end of a very long busy work week for Ted. He just wanted to show his wife how much he appreciated everything she did for him.

“Oh yes honey dinner was great.” she said getting into the car, she made sure her short skirt rode up her thigh so he would get a glimpse of her stockings.

Ted leaned in and kissed her running his hand up her leg, “Mmm, sexy wife.”

“Where?”

“Right here,” he said kissing her again, reaching for her breast, “I love you baby.”

“I love you too,” she said kissing him back, “I can’t wait to get home.” she told him wanting to make love with him.

“Are we horny darling?”

“Always.” she said, closing the car door.

A few minutes later they’re driving through town, traffic wasn’t so bad considering it was Friday night. “Close your eyes.” Ted told her with a mischievous grin.

“Close my eyes?” she asked looking at him.

“Yes, just close your eyes.”

“Alright, they’re closed.”

“Hold my hand,” he tells her a few minutes later after they had pulled into the parking lot of an adult book store. He helped her out of the car and led her into the building. “Okay you can open your eyes.”

“Ooooohhhh, honey I like this.” she said walking over towards the sexy lingerie. “sexy stuff.”

“I thought you would,” he said they did have some nice clothes he had to admit. “if you’re a good girI I might buy you something.”

“Aww thank you baby,” she said picking up a black and red corset and holding it up to herself, “what do you think honey?”

“Mmmm, very nice.” he said picturing her wearing that outfit laid out across their bed.

Patti continued to look at the clothes, there was just so much to look at. Ted walked around looking at all of the clothes, glancing at the stiletto heels he wondered how the hell women walked around in them.

With a sigh Patti put the outfit back on the rack, it was pretty but too expensive.

“Hon, get that if you really like it.” Ted told her, he wanted to make her happy.

“But, baby it cost $50.00, that’s a lot of money.” she said walking over to where he was looking at the shoes.

“Nothing is too good for my sexy wife, get it.” he tells her, “I want to spoil you tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” he tells her kissing the top of her head.

“Well, alright I think I’m going to try it on to make sure it fits.”

“Take your time honey.” he tells her, he watches her walk toward the fitting room and he notices they have a toy room in the back of the store. Thinking maybe they can find a new toy to purchase he goes in.

“Hi sir how are you?” the girl behind the counter said when Ted walked in.

“Oh hi, I’m great.” he said walking around the store. “when my wife comes out of the fitting room can you tell her I’m back here.”

“Sure thing.”

In the fitting room Patti put the outfit back on the hanger and got dressed, she had the best husband she thought walking back into the front of the store. She hoped he liked the outfit on her.

“Ma’am your husband is back here.”

“Oh thanks,” Patti said walking through the door to the back of the store.

“Honey, you’ve got to see this!” Ted called to her when he heard her talking to the sales lady.

“What did you find?” she asked walking over to him. “Oh my God.” she said looking at the huge dildo. “that is huge!” it had to be 12 inches long and four or five inches wide.

“Think you could take that baby?” he asked her squeezing her ass, “hmmm,”

“I don’t think so honey, it’s really big.”

“I bet you could baby, lube it up really good.” he said picturing her lying on their bed, he would love to see that dildo sliding inside of her.

“Oohhh look!” she squealed walking over to the toys on the wall. “Baby, look a vibrating butt plug,” she said, “look it’s purple…”

“Would you like that honey?” he asked her taking it from her.

“Oh yes, think of the fun we could have.”

“I know,” he said when a man walked from a back room, zipping his jeans up.

“Oh, sorry,” the man said noticing Ted and Patti standing there.

“No problem, they have booths here?” Ted asked, they had always wanted to play in a booth at an adult store.

“Oh yeah, anything you might like is back there,” the man said pointing to the door behind him.

“Thanks,” Ted said, “baby see anything else you’d like?”

“Handcuffs!” she exclaimed, “you could handcuff me.”

“I don’t know about that honey, you might handcuff me to the bed and never let me up.” he told her with a smile.

The lady across the room behind the counter canlı bahis smiled to herself, “Can I help you find anything else?”

“No, we’re fine.”

They looked around for a while longer, “Hon, is this one of those glass dildos you said you wanted to try?”

“Oh yes, I would love to try one of these.” Patti said joining him looking at them.

“Well honey, pick one out.” he told her, she never asked much for herself. He wanted to spoil her for the weekend.

“But, it’s $35.00.”

“Pick one dear,” he tells her grabbing her ass and giving her a squeeze.

Patti looked them all over and finally picked out a pink one, “I like this one.”

“Add it to our collection,” he tells her walking over to the anal toys, finding a set of 3 anal plugs that gradually got larger. “Wouldn’t you like this up your tight ass baby?” he whispered to her, picturing her on her hands and knees on their bed and he lubes it up really good and slides it slowly up her ass.

“Do you think I can take one that big?”

“Well, we’ll get some good numbing lube and try it out when we get home.” he tells her walking toward the register. “Anything else you see, that you might like?”

“Oh no honey, this is great.” she said thinking of all of the fun they would have when they got home.

The lady rang up the merchandise, “That will be $128.53.”

“Honey, that’s way too much money.” Patti said picking up the outfit, “I’ll put this back.”

“No you won’t,” he said her taking it from her and putting it back on the counter. “I want you to have it.” Ted walked over to a display and found some flavored lube and a couple of DVD’s. “add these please.”

“But, but…” Patti said trying to protest, he was spending way too much money.

“No buts,” he tells her kissing her, “let me spoil you.” paying for the items he took her by her hand. “all these new toys we’re going to need a bigger toy box honey.”

“Is it alright if we go into the back?”

“Oh yeah, sure.” the lady told him, “have fun.”

“Thanks,”

There were 5 doors on each side of the hallway, occupied rooms had signs on the door, empty rooms were open.

Finding an empty room he pulled her into the room and shut and locked the door behind them. He put the bag on a near by chair and he put his hands on her shoulders. Ted pushed her up against the door, he kissed her deep and hard. Taking her blouse he started to unbutton it, getting frustrated he just grabbed it popping the buttons off.

” Do you know how fucking sexy you look tonight?” he asked her kissing her passionately. Ted pulled the straps of her bra down so he could get to her tits. Leaning down he took her left nipple into his mouth and gently sucked on it, moaning.

“Bite my nipples,” she whispered putting her hands in his hair while he continued to suck her tit. She felt him grasp her tits hard while he sucked on them.

“Who’s my slut? Hmm?”

“Oh I am,” she said throwing her head back, “I belong to you.”

Flicking his tongue over her nipple he bit her there, feeling her gasp he knew she loved it. She had no problem with a little bit of pain, she loved getting spanked hard.

“Make me feel it baby.” she whispered, glancing down watching him move from one tit to the other, teasing her, squeezing her tits hard. “I love being my husbands slut.”

Ted reached down and slid his hand under her skimpy skirt, he was surprised she was wearing panties. He pushed the silky material to the side and rubbed her pussy. He felt her spread her legs wide for him. “Hmmm, pussy.”

“She needs some attention baby.” Patti said wondering if they were being watched. Glancing around she saw a mirror on the wall, she had a feeling somebody could have been watching them.

“Aww, does she need some attention baby girl?” he asked looking at her he spread her pussy lips he pushed two fingers deep inside of her. “my baby needs to get off doesn’t she?”

All Patti could do was nod her head yes, groaning loudly he fingered her tight pussy. Grasping the waist band of her panties he pulled them down her legs, she stepped out of them.

Pushing her against the wall he continued to rub and tease her pussy, rubbing her clit hearing her moans of passion, her juices were pouring out of her. Pulling his wet hand away from her slit he brought his wet fingers to her mouth. “Such a wet pussy,” Ted tells her pushing his juice covered fingers into her mouth, she sucked his fingers greedily, tasting her juices.

Going to his knees in front of her he lifts her skirt, grasping her by her hips he leans in and spreads her pussy open. Licking her shaved pussy, he felt her gasp when he pushed his tongue inside of her hole.

“Aww yes, oh fuck lick me,” she begs him putting her hands in his hair holding him down on her pussy.

Damn her pussy was sopping wet Ted thought as he continued to lick her, finally taking two fingers and slowly pushing them inside of her, finger fucking her hard and deep. He could hear her moaning, panting telling him to please bahis siteleri let her cum. Glancing up at her he knew she was enjoying what he was doing to her. His dick was already rock hard in his jeans, throbbing.

“Ummm, oh fuck please let me cum,” she whimpered feeling Ted nibbling on her pussy lips, inching his way to her hard little clit. “Yes,yes,yes,” Patti groaned loudly when he finally took her clit into his mouth sucking on it, flicking his tongue across the sensitive nub. “OMG, oh please let me cum,” she begged she was so close just a bit more and she would climax all over his face. Humping his face she looked down at him. “Awww, gonna cum, fuck.” she almost screamed from what he was doing to her.

“Nope,” Ted suddenly said looking up at her, he stood up and looked at her. “Now it’s my turn.”

“You’re gonna get me that close to cumming and just stop?!?” she asked in disbelief, he had never done that before in all of the years they had been together.

“Sure am,” he tells her putting his hands on her shoulders and pushing her to her knees in front of him. “I promise you’ll get to cum before the night is out.” Quickly he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and taking his hard cock out, he looks down at her. “Do it, suck my dick.” he says putting his hands on her head and guides her mouth to his throbbing member.

“But, but..”

“No buts,” he replies, “do as you are told.”

“Back so soon?” the lady at the register asked Keith as he walked back into the showroom. “Boy oh boy somebody is having a good time back there,” she commented to Keith.

“Yeah sure sounds like it.” he said walking towards the back of the store. “Umm, yeah well you know how it is.” he said with a smile and he walked into the back of the store to the booths. He wondered if that couple had came in the back and got a room. He hoped there was an empty one next to them. He wouldn’t mind watching some live sex. It sure was better than watching porn on his laptop and jacking off.

Walking down the hall he could hear loud sounds coming from some of the rooms. He could hear the guy he had spoke to earlier, talking, luckily the room right next door was open. Stepping inside he could see them through the two way mirror.

“You like that?” Ted asked Patti fucking her mouth.

All she could do was nod her head while she bobbed up and down on his cock, he grabbed handfuls of her long hair in his hands and fucked into her mouth.

If it was one thing she knew how to do it was to suck cock. “That’s a girl, suck me good.”

She did as he told her to do, looking up at him she reached down and stroked his balls. Letting his cock slip from her mouth she leaned down and sucked his balls one after the other into her mouth, licking them she could hear his moans of pleasure.

“Take my cock now.” he told her looking down at her, she stroked his cock, he watched her flick her tongue up the shaft of his member. “yeah that’s good.”

Teasing his cock with the tip of her tongue she flicked her tongue up one side of his cock and down the other. Patti teased him for several minutes, finally nibbling on the sensitive underside of his cock. She heard him gasp and he pushed his cock back into her mouth.

“Fuck,yes.” he groaned when she teased the underside of his cock, she did have a very talented mouth that was for sure. “suck me baby,” he said looking down at her watching her make love to his cock, holding handfuls of her hair he was in heaven.

Keith stood in the next room and watched the woman sucking that mans cock, he assumed they were married. “Oh yeah, suck his dick,” he said locking the door and unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. “fuck,” he moaned watching her working over that cock, he stroked himself. He just couldn’t seem to get off enough he was horny all of the time.

“Ummm,” Patti moaned around Ted’s throbbing cock in her mouth, feeling the hardness in her mouth always made her so horny. She let his cock slip from her mouth and she licked and nibbled his dick, stroking his huge balls at the same time.

She was so turned on, the floor was concrete but she didn’t care. She just loved having her husbands rock hard dick in her mouth. Her stockings would probably be ruined but she didn’t care.

“That’s a good whore, suck my cock, make it good.”

“Whore?” Keith thought, was she a working girl, if she was she was good at it.

She looked up at Ted, before she leaned down lower and licked his balls again, she felt him grip her long hair in his hands.

“Ohh, yeah baby,lick those balls.” he groaned looking down at her watching her licking him.

“Damn,” Keith said watching her licking the mans huge balls, finally after several long minutes she took one into her mouth sucking on it. “suck those balls.” he groaned watching her giving those balls a work over. He continued to stroke his throbbing rod, the more he watched the more turned on he became. What he wouldn’t give to have her mouth on his cock.

“Fuck baby you are the best cock sucker I bahis şirketleri have ever had.” Ted told her tugging on her hair, making her move back up to his cock, “look at me.”

She looked up at him, stroking his hard cock, watching precum form on the head. She leaned in and slowly licked his balls again, taking her time, flicking her tongue all over them.

“Ahh, so good,” he tells her taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it across her face, smearing precum on her lips. “Suck my cock.”

Patti did as she was told, she licked her way to the head of Ted’s cock, teasing him, licking precum from the head of his cock. Looking up at him licking her lips. “Use me, make me your whore,” she tells him, she wanted to be used. She wanted to be his little slut-whore for the night.

Ted looked down at his sexy wife on her knees, thinking how lucky he was to have her. Holding her head in his hands he guided his throbbing dick to her mouth, “Ummmm, yes.” he hissed pushing his cock into her mouth.

“Mmmm,mmm.” she moaned taking his cock, sucking it into her mouth,she felt like such a slut she was loving it. In and out she took his cock, feeling the hardness, tasting pre cum.

“Suck that dick, take it.” Keith said from the room next door, he felt precum running down the shaft of his dick.

“Ahh, yeah baby suck my cock,” Ted moaned fucking her mouth, he thought he had heard someone talking, glancing around he saw the glory hole. He had a feeling they were being watched. If they were being watched he would give them a show. “Be my whore for tonight.”

Patti was feeling like such a slut, she took Ted’s cock deep. He held her down on his cock and he fucked her mouth, making her take him all the way. He felt her holding onto his thighs to keep her balance.

Keith stroked his throbbing dick, he continued to watch. Live action sure was better than porno, one thing for sure she did know how to suck dick. He wondered if there was away she would suck him off. He could hear her whimpers and her moans as she continued to suck cock. He saw her tits, she did have some nice ones.

“Suck me damnit,” Ted groaned holding her down, she couldn’t move even if she had wanted too.

Fucking into her mouth he felt her putting pressure on the shaft of his cock, god he needed to cum. Just knowing a stranger was watching him fuck his wife’s mouth had him so turned on.

Ted could hear the guy in the next room moaning, and jacking off, knowing the guy was getting off made his own cock that much harder. The way she was sucking his cock he was close to cumming. “Yeah, yeah that’s it my little whore, make me cum.” he tells her looking down at her, fucking into her hot mouth.

Patti suddenly pulled away for him for just a second she needed some air before she passed out. Gasping for air she looked up at him, she reached for Ted’s cock stroking him. “Give me your cum, I want it.” she tells him he pushes his cock back into her waiting mouth.

“Suck the cum from my balls,” he orders her, forcing his cock down her throat, he didn’t want to hurt her but he knew she loved playing like this. “I paid you good money, make me cum.”

Next door Keith was so turned on he was afraid he would blow his load before he wanted too. He had hoped there was away for her to suck him. He continued to watch the man fucking her mouth. She seemed to love it, being forced to take his cock all the way.

“Omg, I’m gonna cum,” Ted moaned feeling that point of no return, his cock felt like it were on fire. He looked down and watched her sucking his dick, he knew she was loving it and he knew when they got home he was going to fuck the hell out of her. “Mmmm, oh fuck, oh yeah take my cum,” he groans feeling his cock explode in her mouth, he gripped her head even tighter feeling his cum shooting into her mouth. “take it all baby take it all…” he moans giving her his man juice.

“Fuck!” Keith exclaimed stroking his cock hard and fast he needed to cum so bad, his cock was rock hard and throbbing, he watched the man next door give her a mouth full of cum. He saw her gasp but she swallowed every drop, licking her lips when he pulled his cock from her mouth.

Taking a chance Keith walked over to the glory hole and inserted his cock, hoping she would suck him.

Patti reached for Ted’s cock, taking him back into her mouth she licked him clean, getting every drop of cum. “Mmmmm, I love sucking your cock.” she said looking up at him.

“I know you do,” he tells her. “I…uh think someone else wants your mouth on their cock.” he said pointing to the glory hole with the hard dick coming through the hole.

“Can I?” she asks looking at Ted, licking her lips.

“Go for it baby.” Ted helped her to her feet and she walked over to the hole in the wall.

Patti reached down and took that strangers cock in her hand, she stroked him. She glanced at Ted and then she went to her knees. “Mmmmm nice hard dick,” she said flicking her tongue across the head of a strangers cock.

“Shit,” Keith groaned when he felt a mouth on his dick, felt a tongue teasing the head.

Ted stood there watching his wife, sucking a strangers cock, he took his phone from his pocket and went to camera and started to video.

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“Hey Jace, what’re you up to tomorrow?” crackled Joey’s friendly voice over the phone line.

“Going to the Concours. What else is there?” Jason replied with a laugh, not surprised at hearing from his best old car buddy.

“I figured that and have a little proposition for you to consider.”

“Shoot.”

“You know that we’re taking four cars there tomorrow.”

“Yeah. You were saying so the other day,” Jason commented remembering their phone conversation from a few days earlier.

“Well, Little John’s mother-in-law passed away and he can’t make it. I was wondering if you would want to come along with the crew in his place.”

It took Jason all of a split second to make up his mind.

“I’ll be there. What time?”

“Can you be at The Shop by 6? We have to be on the road by 6:30. The Old Man gets pissed if we’re late.”

“That’s pretty early, but I can do it.”

“Great! It should be a terrific show.”

“Always is.”

The two old friends went on to talk over the cars they would be in charge of showing and a few other details. Jason had to admit that Joey had a great job working for one of the area’s wealthiest real estate entrepreneurs who just so happened to have the area’s finest collection of antique and classic automobiles. We’re not just talking some really neat old Fords and Chevy’s, of which he did happen to have several, but full blown classics from the golden age of motoring, Packards, Cadillacs, Pierce Arrows, Mercedes, Rolls Royces, Cords, Auburns, and of course three or four Duesenbergs.

The Concours d’Elegance is one of the top three or four shows of its kind in the world. Over three hundred of the world’s most collectible cars would be displayed on the grounds of Meadow Brook Hall, the former estate of one of the areas automotive pioneers. The beautiful Tudor styled mansion and the lush rolling grounds made a perfect backdrop for the jewels of automotive styling and performance.

This year The Old Man had been invited to bring four cars: a big old green Locomobile from the teens, a dark blue 1941 Cadillac convertible sedan that had been used as a parade vehicle by Eisenhower after the war, a sharp red and white Mercury convertible from the fifties, and a long dark green Duesenberg Town Car. Joey had recruited Jason in the past to help transport the cars to this and other shows, unload them from the hauler, drive them onto the show field, give them a final shine, and see how the judging went. It was a great experience to become a part of such a prestigious event, and Jason hoped that one day the old Cadillac that he was currently restoring would be invited onto the field at Meadow Brook.

“Thanks for helping out, Jace,” Joey said gratefully.

“Thanks for inviting me,” Jason replied. “See you in the morning.”

The rest of his Saturday flew by. Inspired by the prospect of taking part in the big show, Jason spent a little time putzing around in his garage working on his restoration project. Since his divorce it was about the only fun thing going on in his life. He had his work and a few good friends, but there was something missing from his life and spending a few hours each week painstakingly restoring his grand old Cadillac seemed to fill the void.

Even though he got to bed at a decent hour, the alarm shooting off at o-dark thirty the next morning caught Jason by surprise. With a sleepy excitement he tumbled out of bed and headed to the shower. Toweling off afterwards, he appraised his naked body in the mirror. Not bad for an old man, he chuckled to himself. Tall, trimly muscular, a nice healthy tan, sandy brown hair bleached blond by the sun, and green eyes, Jason was okay with his looks. Not wickedly handsome, but none too shabby either. Although nearing his mid fifties, people often remarked that he looked thirty-five. Good genes, a healthy diet, some regular exercise, and an upbeat outlook on life had helped him maintain his youthfulness. Now if he could only find a woman who appreciated his finer qualities, his life would be complete.

Noting the time, Jason quickly shaved and dressed, opting for a light colored golf shirt and a comfortable pair of slacks. He tossed a pair of shorts into his camera bag just in case it got really hot and headed off to The Old Man’s shop.

Just a few miles from his house, The Shop was in a nondescript brick building with a small office in front. Driving past you might think it was a modest tool and die operation. But once inside that first impression was quickly proven wrong. There were a dozen bays where cars could be stored and serviced. There was a machine shop, a paint booth, a woodworking shop, a metal working shop, everything you would need to completely disassemble and restore an automobile. Jason always felt a twinge of garage envy when he walked inside. If he had a place like this to work, his own project would be quickly finished.

“Hey, Jace! What’s up?” Joey said greeting his old buddy. He turned toward Billie Sue and Dave Bob, his co-workers “You remember my friend, Jason, don’t bahis firmaları you?”

“Sure do,” said Billie Sue, a short skinny gal who was the designated detailer. She was legendary for being able to coax a trophy winning shine from even the most weather-beaten old heap.

“Hey, Jace. How you doing?” said Dave Bob, shaking Jason’s hand. Dave Bob was a wiry dark-haired guy who was in charge of the shop. He was a fine all around mechanic but his forte was paint and finish. Several cars that he had painted had taken top honors in the car show circuit.

“I’m doing great,” Jason replied. “Looks like we have a great day in store.”

“Should be. Supposed to be warm and sunny. No chance of rain,” remarked Billie Sue.

“So what’s the plan?” Jason asked.

“We’ve got the Duesenberg and Locomobile already loaded in the trailer,” Dave Bob said pointing toward the long two-car trailer parked outside. “Skippy here is going to drive the Caddy. Are you up to driving the Merc?”

Jason had figured that he would ride along with the others. He hadn’t planned on driving something, but jumped at the chance.

“I sure am,” Jason said.

“Great. Then let’s do it!”

“We’ve got a long day,” Joey remarked.

“Say, what’s that Skippy business anyway?” Jason asked his buddy as they walked toward the cars as Dave Bob locked up.

“That’s my new nickname, Skippy Whitebread. Long story. I’ll tell you sometime over a beer.”

Jason chuckled.

The plan was to have Joey lead the way in the Cadillac, Jason following in the Merc, and Dave Bob and Billie Sue bringing up the rear in the rig hauling the trailer. Jason found the keys already in the ignition as he slipped onto the firm red and white leather set. The car was a beauty, a 1956 Mercury Montclair convertible, the closest thing to a Lincoln that Ford made that year. It started right up and purred like a kitten, well, actually it purred like a big old tomcat.

The drive out to the show was uneventful. It was a crystal clear Sunday morning and the car was running superbly. They rendezvoused in a large parking lot on the estate where a hundred other trailers were parked. Several other cars were in various stages of being unloaded and driven onto the show field. A spectacular Delahaye and an equally impressive Bentley were parked right next to them.

It took several minutes for Dave Bob and Joey to cautiously unload the Locomobile and the Duesey from the trailer. Billie Sue must have spent a week polishing all of the brass trim on the big old Locomobile. It must have made an impressive sight on the roads back in 1915 because it looked spectacular in the early morning light. But Jason’s favorite was the long dark green Duesenberg Town Car that Dave Bob patiently backed out of the trailer and down the ramps. It was the epitome of classic elegance. A huge powerful engine that was years ahead of the competition in power and design coupled to an elegant and luxurious body, trimmed in black leather in front for the driver and in sumptuous cloth in the rear for the passengers. In an era when a fully loaded Ford sold for $500, the Duesenberg sold for nearly $20,000 and it looked like it was worth every penny.

The party of four formed up and paraded onto the field, queuing up to check in and then being split up and escorted to their parking places. The cars were arranged in circles, each of which contained cars of a similar class. They were backed in behind a rope that was staked around the perimeter to hold back the viewing public. An errant belt buckle or swinging camera bag could quickly damage a ten thousand dollar paint job. Jason was pleased to see that his spot was the best vantage point of the entire group of cars he was joining. There were maybe fifteen other Fifties American convertibles in the group, Chryslers and Caddies, Lincolns and Packards. He climbed out and found a stack of clean towels in the truck and quickly went around the car wiping off the road dust and cleaning the chrome. He stood back and admired his handiwork.

“Looking good!” said the marshal, a young college kid recruited as a volunteer to help keep things in order.

“Thanks!”

“What is it?”

“Fifty-six Mercury Montclair convertible,” Jason replied.

“These cars are so awesome. I can’t believe it. Did you see that black and orange one over there someplace? Unbeliveable.”

“No, I didn’t, but I plan to,” Jason said.

Jason joined the others up on the patio for coffee and a cruller. While it was still early and before The Old Man showed up, they decided to cruise around the field and look at the other entries, but still keep an eye on their designated cars. The Locomobile and Duesenberg had been selected for special segments of the event and Dave Bob was the designated driver. They split up in pairs, Billie Sue and Dave Bob, Jason and Joey, and began their walk through, greeting friends and taking pictures and marveling at the gorgeous rolling sculpture on display.

“So what do you think?” Joey asked as he and Jason walked around kaçak iddaa a circle of magnificent open classics.

“I think I’m in heaven,” Jason replied, standing in awe of the sparkling automobiles on the show field.

“Hey, what about that one?” Joey asked, obviously checking out more than just the finely restored cars.

Jason looked over in the same direction to see a walking wet dream of a girl on the arm of an older man. She was blonde and trim and walked with a certain assured saunter that told him to forget it, she was already taken. He smiled and looked anyway.

“Hello, Sugar Daddy!” Jason cracked.

They enjoyed this part of the old car hobby. Being admirers of beautiful cars often spilled over into admiring the women who always seemed to be in attendance. And Joey, a guy blessed with a tremendous gift for gab was never at a shortage for words and had found some success at meeting and mating with a few of the ladies. Jason had never enjoyed the same success but grudgingly admired his friend’s sexual triumphs.

The guys continued on through the other circles. Every circle of cars brought new and delightful sights. There was a ring of fantastic GM show cars from the early 1950’s. There were dozens of Classic era Packards and Cadillacs and Lincolns. There were high-powered muscle cars from the 1960s. There were several circles of European sports cars and Classics, including dozens of Ferraris, Masteratis, and Lamborghinis.

“Eleven o’clock,” Jason said, his eyes trained on a gorgeously tanned brunette, her long hair sweeping back and forth over her back. She paused with her guy and listened intently as he gestured toward the gleaming silver Stutz and made some sort of comment.

“Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!” Joey replied. “Now, that’s what you call a high maintenance baby doll!”

The guys chuckled and continued walking. There were so many gorgeous examples of automotive art on the field, many that they had never seen before. They slowed as they admired the circle of Auburns, Cords, and Duesenbergs. Each vehicle was like a gleaming jewel, the chrome highly polished, the deep dramatic paint glinting, and the wire wheels sparkling.

“Whoa, dude! Check it out! Duesen Daughter!” Joey remarked.

Jason looked where Joey had trained his eyes. Sure enough, Rob Michaels was in attendance and had brought along his family. Rob had the most enviable collection of Duesenbergs in the country. Not the largest, just the best. And his daughter outshone every car in his collection. She might have been all of eighteen or nineteen but was mouthwatering; tall and slender and raven-haired with a remarkably pert pair of breasts on prominent display in a skimpy strappy top. Her short shorts were skintight and barely covered her lower essentials, and what gorgeous essentials they were!

“I’m picking up a camel toe,” Joey cracked, looking skyward prayerfully. “Thank you, Jesus!”

“Oh, my god! I think I’m in love!” Jason cried out when he saw Michaels’s daughter. Sure she was barely legal and he was an old fuck, but that never kept him from admiring a beautiful young girl. Put him in the grave when he stops looking, was his motto.

They continued to circulate, browsing around a circle of fifties era convertibles, and then a grouping of pre World War II European Classics.

“Say, what about those two?” Joey said, nodding toward a pair of girls walking in front of them.

“Hmm,” Jason replied. “Very nice. Good eye, Skippy.”

“You can put a lid on the Skippy business,” Joey remarked curtly, shooting Jason an unappreciative look as they paused beside a startling handsome foreign car, a Horch from the late 1930’s. After quickly admiring the long sleek dark European beauty, Jason looked ahead to admire the striking pair of American beauties. Somewhere in their twenties perhaps, They were walking along and talking a lot more than they were looking. One was tall and slim with long jet black hair and creamy mocha skin, wearing a white halter-top and short denim skirt, that showed off a fine ass that sat high atop a long, long pair of legs. But as exotic as she was, it was the other girl who drew Jason’s eye. She was shorter with shoulder length honey blonde hair, a great looking rack, and a round firm little ass. Her silky turquoise camisole top and short black skirt fitted her figure perfectly. Although the girls were dressed similarly, their individual looks, the different way each strolled along, and the colors they were wearing made for an interesting contrast.

Just as Jason was appraising the figure of the shorter girl, she paused and glanced back in his general direction. For a moment he caught a glimpse of her dark blue eyes and her pretty face. At first her look was blank and distant, but then she seemed to notice him and her face warmed into a shy smile. That sweet smile faded when she turned back toward her friend to catch a snippet of conversation, but for that fleeting moment, Jason saw something, something strangely familiar.

“You know, Skippy, if I’m not totally off kaçak bahis my can, I think I know that girl,” he said to Joey.

“Who?” Joey asked.

“The little blonde over there. Damn, I wish that I could place her.”

“Well then, let’s get closer,” Joey suggested, stepping up their leisurely pace.

Jason followed along close beside his old buddy. The guys quickly closed the distance between them and did their best to act casual and nonchalant, pretending to be paying close attention to the gorgeous black Bentley roadster in front of them when they were really checking out the pair of girls who were now standing beside them, talking between themselves.

“So are you sure they’re going to be here?” they overheard the honey blonde groan. “I don’t want to be walking around here all day looking for your boyfriend and his deadbeat friend.”

“They’ll be here. I just know it,” said the tall, dark-skinned girl. “Johnny is just so fucking cool. He promised he’s going to be here. I just know it.”

“Okay. If you say so,” said the honey blonde, rolling her eyes.

“Let’s keep moving, okay,” the tall dark girl said.

As the girls began to move, Jason looked over at the shorter girl again. When she looked back toward him their eyes locked together. Damn! She was so familiar. Maybe five-six with a curvy sexy figure, she had dark blue eyes and a cute little button nose and high rounded cheekbones. She grinned again slightly when her eyes caught Jason’s. What a terrific smile! She couldn’t have been more than mid twenties, but that didn’t matter. Jason felt his heart snap.

“Damn!” he muttered under his breath. “I do know her. Can’t remember where or when … but I know that girl.”

Joey had heard him and leaned over. “If it makes you any more comfortable, I would love to know her friend,” Joey quipped.

“Just give me a minute, okay?”

Jason’s mind flipped through his memory. She looked so damned familiar. It took another second for Jason to place her. Then it hit him. He really did know that girl. He had to picture her a few years younger, and a little skinnier, but he realized who she was. Maybe ten or twelve years before he had hung around with a great bunch of guys he worked with. One was named George Lovett, nicknamed Big George, a big hulking guy with a gentle spirit. Standing now on the show field at Meadow Brook Hall, Jason was certain that he knew the girl standing a few feet away was George’s daughter. But how she had changed! He remembered a skinny little girl playing Barbies with a friend but now here was a grown up beautiful young woman and for a moment he was speechless. He double-checked his memory. The body was all grown up and new, but the shape of her face and the eyes and the smile reminded him of her mother and confirmed his suspicion. Then he took a deep breath and found his nerve.

“Excuse me,” Jason said haltingly as he and Joey approached, catching the girl’s eye again.

Her taller friend looked over at him with a disapproving look on her face and shot him that old “get lost quick” look. The object of Jason’s attention smiled softly and ran her hand up through her hair. Her smile faded and her hand came to rest on her hip.

“I don’t mean to intrude into your thing, but you look really familiar to me,” Jason said, his eyes locking on the short blonde with the big dark eyes. “I think I know you.”

“And what makes you think that?” she replied.

“You remind me of the daughter of an old friend of mine,” Jason said. He tried flashing his best boyish smile but she didn’t seem impressed.

“What’s his name?”

“George. George Lovett.”

“That’s my father’s name all right, but I don’t remember you,” she said. Her voice was soft with a slight sexy rasp to it.

“You sure? You used to live on Warner Street over in Warren,” Jason added.

“Used to. A long time ago,” she said, her hand still resting on her hip that jutted out to the side almost defiantly.

“So … you don’t … remember me at all?” Jason asked. He could hear Joey chuckling at his stumbling and bumbling pickup attempt.

The girl just looked at him, her dark blue eyes looking him over up and down. There was a slight shake to her head.

“Sorry,” she said with a smirk and a slight shrug of her shoulders. The movement of her shoulders sent a jiggle to her breasts, which in turn sent a tingle straight to Jason’s groin. It had been a long time since he had felt that sort of visceral feeling. It wasn’t just that her shapely body was sheathed in a skimpy silky camisole and a short flirty skirt. There was something about the way she carried herself, something that drew him instinctively to her. Pheromones or hormones or some sort of mystical attraction.

“Come on, Ashley,” said her friend. “Let’s go.”

The girl shrugged again and moved off with her friend.

Ashley. Ashley Lovett. That clinched it in Jason’s mind. It was her, he was sure of it and he felt his heart sink just a little as he watched the girls saunter away after getting blown off like that. He admired the swish of their short skirts as their asses swayed back and forth while they walked. Neither girl glanced back even a peek. Jason sighed deeply and felt Joey’s hand patting him on his back.

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**If you don’t like big, fat juicy asses, then this story is not for you!

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I’ve been working full-time at this department store about 15 minutes from my house. The job is cool; however my boss gives me hell. Her name is Deborah Barton. A 40 year old, cranky woman with thick glasses and the most ear aching voice. She’s a real bitch. She treats everybody else on the job different from me. Sometimes she’ll put all the work on me and let the other employees off easy. I just did not understand why she came down on me so hard. I couldn’t just quit because I was taking some classes at the local community college, and needed some steady cash. Not many jobs were hiring at the moment, so I just stuck with it.

One afternoon, my co-worker Ray and I went to lunch at a sandwich spot across the street from our job. We ordered our food and sat next to the window next to the entrance. During our lunch, we conversed about last night’s football game and who we think are the best teams.

“Hey guess what?” Ray said with excitement. “I hear Ms. Barton is quitting. We are supposed to be getting a new female manager!”

I take the sub out my mouth as my face lights up like a bulb. “Are you serious? When did you hear about this?” I shouted.

“Yeah bro she found a job at another store across town. I heard about it a few days ago. She’s supposed to leave this weekend.”

“How come you didn’t tell me before?” I demanded.

“Well I know how much you can’t stand her. I’d thought I’d surprise you!”

“Man that’s a relief. I wonder who our new manager is going to be. I hope she’s not a bitch like Ms. Barton. I don’t think I can take anymore disrespect.” I say as I sip my soda.

“I don’t know.” Ray said. “I got a feeling she’ll be cool.”

We finish our lunch and head back over to work. The whole time I was working, I had a big, cheesy smile on my face. Knowing that Ms. Barton was leaving was the best news ever. A few minutes later, Ms. Barton then walks pass as I was putting a box on a shelf.

“What are you smiling about Tony!?” she shouted.

“Nothing ma’am, just having a good day that’s all.” Your ass is out of here baby, I thought to myself.

“Well you know I’ll be heading over to another store this Friday. The stores new manager will be here Friday as well. She can’t be nearly as good as me though.” she said with arrogance.

“Oh wow it won’t be the same here without you.” I said with a little smirk.

She then rolls her eyes at me and walks away. I continue to put the boxes on the shelf with a big grin on my face. For once I can work without feeling like crap. Ray then comes from behind.

“Yo bro our new manager will be here this Friday, the same day Deborah leaves!”

“Yeah she just told me! What time you get off?” I asked.

“I get off in like 10 minutes. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Oh ok I’m hear till close. I’ll get up with you. Peace.”

I clock out and hurry home to finish writing a paper that’s due in the morning. As I write my paper, a big grin comes across my face at the thought of Ms. Barton going to another store. Things couldn’t have gotten any better, until Friday arrived.

It’s now Friday morning and I wake up energetic and happy as ever. I shower, eat breakfast, and then put on my uniform. Our uniform consists of a red, short sleeve polo shirt with a “Shop-O- Lot” nametag and navy blue slacks.

I arrive at “Shop-O-Lot”, enter, and clock in as usual. I take a sigh of relief in not hearing Deborah’s big mouth yapping in my face. I then head toward the back room to view my tasks for the day. As I read the bulletin board, a voice arose from behind me.

“Hi how are you? You’re Tony, right? My name is Regina! I’m your new manager!”

Remember earlier I said things couldn’t get any better? Well I thought it couldn’t until I seen Regina. She was 5’8″ and about 180 pounds. She had a smooth caramel skin complexion, slanted eyes and thick lips. Her hair was jet black and was done in a bun. The sight of her 24 inch waist and 52 inch hips made my knees weak. Yikes! I said to myself.

“Hello. Yes I’m Tony.” I answered.

“Well it’s nice to meet you! I heard a lot about you! You are a very hard worker!” she replied as we shook hands.

I couldn’t make out güvenilir bahis what nationality she was. Her eyes told me she had Asian in her, and her hips and thighs told me that she had some black in her.

“Why yes I do try to put my best foot forward.”

“Well I transferred from another store across town. Your old manager Deborah switched with me because her new home is closer to that location. I didn’t mind switching at all.” She explained as she smiled.

Joking, I say, “Well that’s good. Deborah was a pain in the ass.”

“I know about her! She’s a tough cookie!” she said as she laughed.

“Why don’t you help me back in the stock room with something? This will be your first assignment as having me as your manager!” she said as she smiled.

“Sure.” I say. “I’ll be glad to help you!”

I watched her enormous, plump ass cheeks jiggle like crazy with every step as she led me out of the back room. She walked with her arms folded across her chest, as her flip flops clicked against the ground. Her hips swung from side to side with each stride. It seemed like she was doing it on purpose, but it was just natural.

“So how long you’ve been working here Tony?” she asks as she looks over her right shoulder at me.

“Uh, 5 months.” I say as I try to regain focus.

“Oh, that’s good. I’ve been with the company for about a year now. I like it because the hours are flexible.” she explained as we continued through the store.

We then arrive at the stock room. As I stood behind her, she said “Ok Tony, I need you to carry this box over to the clothes department for me. You’re a strong young man. You can do it!” Now the clothes stock room wasn’t the biggest, plus it was cluttered with merchandise, so I had to slide behind Regina in order to pick up the box. Her big, massive ass stuck out so far, that it rubbed across my crotch as I slid by. It felt like two large soft basketballs rubbing against me.

“Oh!” she moaned while looking over her shoulder. “Do you have enough room back there sweetie? I tend to get in the way a lot.”

“Oh I’m fine.” I uttered as I felt embarrassed. I thought, Damn that’s the biggest ass I’ve ever seen!

She stood over me with her hands on her 52 inch hips as I lifted the box. “Is it heavy sweetie?”

“No, not at all.” I say.

“Ok, follow me this way babe.” She says while winking at me. On our way to the clothes department, again I stare at her bodacious ass jiggle in her navy blue pants. The box I was carrying was covering my medium sized boner, which was a good thing.

“Ok, sit it right here honey.” She said while pointing to the spot. As I sit the box down, she reaches her hand out. “It was nice meeting you Tony.” She says as we shake hands.

“It was nice meeting you too Ms. Regina!”

“No please, Regina is fine! You make me feel old!” she said while laughing. “Now you go finish what you have to do and I’ll see you later!” As I walk away, my grin is bigger than before. Not only is Deborah out of my hair, but now we have a sexy, big butt manager!

My shift is almost over, and I run into another co-worker of mine named Denise. Denise was very petite and cute. A lot of times she had a fucked up attitude, but I found it to be funny.

“Hey what’s up Denise?”

“Nothing much, what time you get off?” she asked.

“I get off in about 15 minutes. I also have tomorrow off.”

“Oh you’re lucky. Hey did you meet our new manager?”

“Yeah, I met her earlier.”

“Man she has way too much ass! It’s so gross! Her booty jiggles and shakes when she walks by! I try not to look at it, but you know. It’s so big! It takes up all the room!” she said with a disgusted look.

“Well no I haven’t noticed.” I chuckled.

“Yeah right you liar! I know you seen it! Anyway, enjoy your day off tomorrow you lucky bum!”

I then arrive home after an amazing day at work. I just kept thinking about Regina and that monstrous ass. I didn’t mention earlier that I am an assman. It’s damn near a fetish! As long as a girl’s ass is big, I’m cool.

About 3 weeks later, I decided to go down to the local mall to do some shopping. The mall was real busy this afternoon. There were a lot of sales going on, so I went in a few stores and purchased some jeans and some t-shirts. türkçe bahis As I window shopped through the mall, I notice Regina walking towards me, smiling and waving. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I seen her!

Regina was wearing some huge black sunglasses and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She carried a big black designer purse, with a lot of bracelets on both her wrist. She wore a little white tank top, a small gold chain with the letter “R” for a pendant and some trendy sneakers. She also was wearing some real tight light blue jeans that looked like they couldn’t withstand her hips, thighs and ass. I’m thinking, Damn, this woman knows how to tease a man!

“Hi Tony!” she shouts as we approached each other.

“Hey Regina! What a surprise it is to see you!”

“Oh you know just doing a little window shopping.” She says while putting her sunglasses on top of her head. “It’s such a nice day! I thought I’d get out of the house. I see you brought some things!”

“Oh yeah, just a few clothes.” I say while looking in my bag. “How long have you been here?” I asked.

“Oh I’ve been here for quite a while! You know how we women shop!” Yeah I bet you’ve been driving these men crazy too, I thought to myself.

“Well I better get going.” she said while sitting her big sunglasses back onto her face. “You work Monday right?”

“Yes. Monday afternoon.”

“Oh cool! You work with me!” she called out.

I thought, Amen!

“Oh and don’t forget, Monday through Wednesday is “Dress Down” day, so wear what ever you want” she says.

Damn what will she wear on Monday? It got hot all of a sudden.

“I’ll see you on Monday hun, don’t be late!”

She smiles and then walks away. Her booty was looking so good in those light blue jeans. Her pace was a little faster than yesterday at work, so that caused her ass to jiggle even more! I bit my bottom lip as I watched her walk from me. Her hips switched from side to side, making her big booty swing with all power. People almost broke their necks looking back at Regina’s ass.

Monday arrives and I’m wearing some Jordan’s, blue jeans and a t-shirt. The store was a little busy because we had some decent sales going on. After I clock in, I see Regina walking up one of the aisles with her arms folded across her chest. I had to shake my head and rub my eyes because I thought I was dreaming! She had her hair in a ponytail again and was wearing a little red t-shirt, flip flops, and pair of black spandex tights.

She approaches me and says, “Good afternoon Tony! You look nice today! Did you clock in ok?”

“Yeah I clocked in.” I say as drool dripped from my mouth.

“Ok good! I’m just walking down the aisles making sure everything is in place. Follow me, I have little job for you sweetie!”

As she turns around to lead me down the aisle, I thought, damn, did her booty get a little bigger? Because the fabric of her tights was so thin, her butt-cheeks didn’t have any support, so they bounced and wobbled around with no control.

We chatted for little bit as we walked. She mentions how she’s half Asian and Black. That explains those slanted eyes and that big booty. She also claimed that she was 27 years old. “So do you have a girlfriend Tony?” she asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Well no. I’ve been working real hard and haven’t really had time to look for one.”

We then arrive at my assigned location. She stood in front of me and said, “Well the ladies are missing out. You’re such a cutie!” she said as she pinched my face. “But yes I want you to straighten up these racks for me babe. Are you staying till close?”

“Yeah I’m closing tonight.”

“Oh ok cool. I might have a special assignment for you later.” she said with a seductive tone. “See me before you leave boo.”

As she walks away, she gives her ass a little shake, as if she knew that I was looking. She then looked over her shoulder and blew me a kiss. As I watched her big derriere wobble down the aisle, I thought, Damn she is such a tease. I know she’s wearing these outfits on purpose.

The store is now closed and Regina approaches me claming she has one last assignment for me to do. “I need help with something real big in my office.” she said as she turned to the güvenilir bahis siteleri side with her hand on her hip, giving me a side view of her huge ass. The only big thing in here is your booty, I thought. As we enter her office, she slammed the door shut, pressed up against me and wrapped her arms around my neck.

“So when are you going to stop playing games?” she whispered as I had my hands by my side. “I see you looking at my booty everyday we work together. I think it’s cute though.” She laughed.

My throat got tight as my heart started beating faster.

“I have to admit.” She said. “Everybody stares at my ass. I wear these outfits on purpose. I know I can have any man I want.” She then took my hand and placed it on her ass. A look of astonishment came upon my face at how cushy her butt was. We started tongue kissing as I groped her gigantic ass. My dick then stood up, poking against her thigh. I can’t believe this is happening!

“Oh!” she moaned. “I see we have a friend that wants to join in.” She bites and pulls down on my bottom lip as she works her way to my belt buckle. “Let’s see what we have here.” She said while unzipping my pants. My thick, 11 inch cock sprung out from my briefs as it slap against her chin.

“Oh my god!” she shouted with her hands on her face. “Your dick is huge!” With my fingers locked behind my head, I look down at my rock hard erection, throbbing with lust. I never seen, or felt my dick get this hard, I thought to myself.

As she began sucking and slurping on my dick, she asked, “how is that baby?”

“Ahhh!” I groaned. “It is perfect baby. Don’t stop!”

After she deep throated all 11 inches, she then pushed my dick up against my belly button, gripped the head and started licking my nuts.

“I feel that warm cum inside these big black balls of yours baby.” she moaned as she twirled her tongue around my sack. “I bet it taste so good.”

“Ah yes lick those balls baby! Suck them! Suck them!” I shout with my face towards the ceiling. She then stuck my dick back in her mouth and starting sucking the tip very hard, as saliva splattered on the ground. She then looked up at me with those sexy, slanted eyes and kissed the head of my cock. “Let me fuck you! Please let me fuck you!” I cried.

“I thought you would never ask.” She giggled. She stood up, turned around and removed her tights. Her bare ass cheeks were free of cellulite, and really thick. “Come and get it boo.” she said as she bent over and placed the side her head against the wall. I walk up and stick my throbbing boner into Regina’s warm, fat pussy.

“Fuuuuck!” she moaned while looking back at me. “That shit is so big nigga!”

As I started pounding away, Regina’s butt-cheeks bounced off my pelvis, making a thunderous clapping sound.

“Fuck me Tony! Fuck me you big dick mothafucka!” she shouted as I grabbed her tiny waist. “Hit that pussy nigga!” I felt the lust and desire build up in my cock as her freakiness showed more and more.

She then began to throw her ass back hard, nearly knocking me over. I put one hand on the wall and leaned forward slightly to gain balance.

“Shit, you are too much baby!” I shout as her big booty rammed against my stomach.

“Bang that big ass baby!” she moaned.

I grab her by the shoulders and start thrusting her pussy even harder, making her big, juicy ass flop all over the place.

“Damn!” I yelled.

“Oh my god baby!” she screamed. “It’s so deep! Damn nigga you are so deep in that pussy!”

I felt the strong, tingling sensation shoot up my cock. “Here it comes! Oh god here it comes!” I screamed.

She banged her big rump against me a few more times before I pulled out and let off loads of cum over her ass.

“Fuuuck! Oh! Oh! Damn!” I yell as I jerk cum from my cock.

“Oh yeah” Regina moaned. “Let it all out baby!”

I flop down in her office chair completely weak as my cock becomes flaccid. Regina wipes the cum from her ass, then sits on my lap.

“That was wonderful baby.” she said. “I didn’t know you can fuck like that.”

“Hell I didn’t you was so freaky.” I replied as I smiled.

“From now on, I am your big butt slut. This big ass only belongs to you. You can fuck me anytime you want baby.” she whispered.

I still work at “Shop-O-Lot” and Regina and I continue to have sex on a nightly basis. She still wears those whore outfits to seduce and tease other men, but I don’t care. She is my big butt slut for life!

Thanks for reading!

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Writer’s Note:This story is a fantasy and is intended to be fun. It is inspired by a veteran Literotica member and is in no way true, (At least to my knowledge). Some items are based on what this member put in her profile. Everything else is just fantasy for you, the reader to enjoy. It is dedicated to Simply Southern

Jerry looked out upon the dance floor and sighed. He knew that he probably shouldn’t have come tonight, but he also knew that he had to get out of the lonely and austere house before he completely went nuts.

So far it seemed to him that this first year of study at North Carolina University was really no different than his time spent in high school. He thought that at least he would find people here more grown up and less childish in the way they treated one another. He realized that he had definitely guessed wrong in that department.

He had enrolled to take a course in the field of paralegal. He knew that the way things were going in this day and age, he would be pretty well assured of getting a good and well paying joy, and, it would allow him to meet new people.

Jerry sighed again and took a sip of his drink as he watched the University students as they danced and congregated into little cliques and groups. He had always been a bit of an outsider, not because he couldn’t socialize, but because he was brainy. He had always been stereotyped as a nerd. Granted, not like what you see in the movies, such as ‘Revenge of the Nerds’ and such, but because he was so studious and such, the moniker seemed to remain attached.

He raised his glass again to take a sip and just as he did, he spied one of the girls from his classes seemingly gazing back at him. He almost choked on that sip with the surprise of that gaze. He raised his glass in her direction and nodded. He could feel the flush start to color his cheeks.

It wasn’t because he wasn’t good looking, on the contrary, he was rather ruggedly handsome. He kept in good shape and he knew how to carry himself. It’s just that the stamp of nerd that he had lived with for so long, made him wonder about the attention that he was getting.

He tried not to stare, but he was fascinated by her gaze. Not to mention her looks. Jerry remembered her as Simply Southern. She was, in his estimation a strikingly pretty girl. She was probably right at his age and she did not seem to have any hang-ups at all. She had darker blonde hair, was rather small in stature, and the thing that seemed to hypnotize him into staring back at her was her eyes. They weren’t exactly blue, but rather an azure color; and penetrating, as if she could see right into his soul.

She was definitely well proportioned, her breasts were not small by any means, but they held up well, and she had well defined hips, and a great ass. She was definitely a looker. His mind wandered as his imagination took hold and he didn’t realize that his mind was spacing as she walked towards him across the dance floor.

Suddenly it dawned on him that she was almost to him and he could feel the warmth start to caress his cheeks again. He clumsily picked up his drink and took another swallow. Yep, there was no question now, she was heading his way and as she got closer, he was impressed with the way she carried herself. She had a gentle sway and yet she definitely exuded an air of confidence.

“Hi,” she said as she closed in, “do you mind if I have a seat?” God, she had a great smile!

“Uh, no, go right ahead. Here, let……” he started to say as he got up to pull out a chair for her.

“My name’s Simply Southern,” she said, “but my friends just call me Southern.”

“Jerry,” he answered, “just Jerry.”

‘Just Jerry’, he thought to himself, what a comeback.

She gazed at him kind of questioningly and asked, “You’re in my paralegal class aren’t you?” God that smile was infectious.

“Yes,” he stammered, “I sit just behind you a bit.” Damn, the blushing! He hardly ever blushed.

“Well, Jerry, I see that you aren’t dancing. Did you come alone?” She kind of cocked her head to one side as her hair shifted in front of her left eye. Without what seemed to be a conscious thought, she took her hand and flicked her hair aside.

Jerry thought to himself, ‘Oh no, here it comes, the part I admit I’m a loser.’ He sat straighter in his chair as he looked up at her rather sheepishly and stated, “Yeah. I like the music as well as the atmosphere. Thought I would just come by and have a drink and unwind. And you, did you come alone also?”

“Oh yes, but I very rarely leave alone.” She was so sure and confident, thought Jerry. “And tonight, I would like it if you and I could leave together.”

For a moment, the answer didn’t register and he just kind of looked at her blankly. “Uh, uh, you want to leave with me?”

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” she asked.

“Well, for one thing, you don’t know me.” Jerry couldn’t believe she had asked.

“I know how you are in class. I know that I like what I see and,” she paused as if to let that sink in,” I want to get to know you better.” Tonight was really blowing his mind, he thought güvenilir bahis as she continued, “A lot better.” With that she just winked at him.

Jerry felt the blood surge between his legs as he realized what she was saying. The way things were, he probably wouldn’t be able to stand up in front of her right now. Jerry was no prude, but he also had not been a ladies man. He had had a few flings before, but, they were far too infrequent and, he just couldn’t fathom why she would want him.

She had risen out of her chair and held out her hand to him. “Come on big boy, take me home and I’ll fix you a drink.” She appeared to be so at ease.

She didn’t let go of his hand as they walked toward the exit of the building. It felt pretty good to be walking with such a beautiful girl just then. Jerry’s mind was racing full throttle right now, wondering what Genie had granted him this wish. Her hand was so warm and comforting.

They got to her car and Jerry held the driver’s door open for her and then went to the passenger side and got in. He just gazed at her as she started the engine, shifted the car into gear and sped off. In about five or six minutes they arrived to a small duplex, she switched the ignition off, pulled the key out, and then looked at Jerry for a second, leaned over and planted a kiss, square on his lips.

Man she felt good as he replied with some pressure upon her lips. Her lips were full and sweet. He slowly probed with just the tip of his tongue as she flicked hers in similar greeting. She then pulled away, and with a breathy sigh she said, “Come on big guy and let’s go inside.”

Jerry jumped out of the car and went to open her door when she climbed out and slammed the door shut as she started walking down her sidewalk to her front door. ‘Wow,’ he thought, ‘that is some woman,’ as he watched her sachet towards her door.

“Come on Jerry, you can ogle my butt much better when were inside.” She grinned as Jerry realized she had caught him staring. She opened the door and waited for Jerry to enter and then closed the door behind them as she turned the deadbolt.

“What would you like to drink? I have wine and some beer. Or soft drink, water, tea?” she offered.

“Actually, just some water would be fine right now.” He replied.

“Have a seat.” She entered her kitchen opened the fridge and took out a glass bottle with some chilled water and poured him a cup. Looking up, she asked, “Ice?”

“No thanks, just chilled is fine.”

He had taken a seat in the easy chair she had in her living room. She gave him his water and motioned to the couch, “Come on, sit over here by me.” She picked up a remote control, which turned out to be for her stereo and turned it on. What came from the stereo was instrumental, strings and brass, very melodic.

Jerry took a seat by her. “Now, where were we?” She asked as she pulled him closer. Leaning over she planted another kiss on his lips and this time he wasn’t holding back. He kissed her firmly, and without hesitation was probing through her lips for her tongue. He could feel her teeth as his tongue met with hers. She was so warm and soft. He could feel the passion in her kiss and he momentarily thought, ‘she certainly doesn’t hold back.’

Jerry allowed his tongue and lips to explore her mouth. His tongue traced the curves and fullness of her lips. His tongue tasted the wetness of her mouth and her tongue as the flush of sensation began to sweep over him. He had always felt that a good kiss was one of the greatest turn-ons.

She slowly pushed him away as she gasped a big breath and sighed. “I knew it was going to be the right decision.” She looked into his eyes as she reached up with her fingers and started undoing the buttons on her blouse. “I’ve got to get more comfortable.”

“Do you want me to do that?” Jerry asked.

“Nope, you just sit there and let me do this. I’ve wanted to do this with you since the first day I saw you in class.”

She slowly drew her blouse away from her shoulders and Jerry could see the thin bra that covered her breasts. She was absolutely beautiful. Her breasts were full and firm. He could see her nipples poking at the cage of her bra as if demanding freedom from their enclosure. Jerry was fascinated. He was equally fascinated at her apparent comfort of displaying her body so easily.

“Do you like?” she asked as she cupped her breasts in each hand as if to offer them up to him.

“I do, I do. You are absolutely gorgeous,” he replied adoringly.

She reached back and unclasped the restraints that allowed her breasts freedom. Jerry thought that they might fall as she pulled her bra away and threw it to the easy chair. They didn’t, they jutted out as if full of pride. Her nipples were already hard little nubbins that were crying out for a good suck and licking.

This time, Jerry reached out for her hand and drew her close to him. He again attacked her lips with renewed vigor as he allowed his hands to find their mark on her breasts. He caressed her lips, her tongue, her teeth. If he could have licked her tonsils, he probably türkçe bahis would have. She was so responsive and he felt as if he might have died and this was heaven.

He could feel the stirring in his cock as the kiss became more passionate. His cock was dying to be let free, but right now, even though she seemed to be in charge, he wanted nothing more than to please her. He started to withdraw from her lips and plant gentle kisses on her chin, then back to her lips and then caressing her chin again with his lips. He slowly descended to under her chin, to the swell of her throat and back up again. All the while, he had reached up and taken a hand full of tit in each hand and with his thumbs and fore-fingers had begun to gently squeeze each nubbin. Not too hard, but firm, firm enough to elicit a moan from Southern’s lips.

She proceeded to lean back into the cushions of the couch as he slowly, almost frustratingly slow, inched closer and closer to her chest. Every once in a while, he would allow his tongue to snake out and create a patch of wetness that caused an erotic chill wherever the air hit.

Her nipples were so hard and erect, and Southern could feel the wetness begin between her legs as Jerry continued to plant kisses on her neck and then inch towards her breasts. She was almost ready to demand that he take a nipple in his mouth and suck, when he started to lift her right breast and plant kisses around the area of the nipple without yet touching it. She wanted to grab the back of his head and pull him to her nipple and yet, she knew that he was taking control. ‘Geez, he sure didn’t seem to be so shy now’ she thought to herself. She couldn’t help but allow a moan or two to escape now and then either.

Finally and without any fanfare, as he circled her breast with a wet tongue, he reached out and flicked her nipple with the tip of his tongue. She shivered as if struck with a jolt of electricity.

“Oh God,” she moaned as she grabbed his head and forced it to her nipple. “Suck it, please suck it.” She was certainly pleading. She could feel the sensation of his sucking causing the inside of her cunt to draw up. At least that’s what it felt like. It was as if there was a distinct connection between nipple and her cunt. She felt the wetness between her legs so complete. She was squirming on the couch, trying to force her legs apart, as he continued his administrations on her tit.

Then he went to her left breast, and did the same. He’s suck one nipple, then go back to the other. As he was sucking he would take both of his hands and moving her arms out of the way, he would caress her sides from just under her arms and down to the top hem of her jeans, and then back up again. It was electric. That was the only way she could clarify it in her mind.

She was definitely feeling the heat of the moment. It was so pleasurable she didn’t know if she wanted him to stray from what he was doing, and yet, at the same time she was ready to cry out for more. Just as she was giving birth to that thought, he stopped caressing her sides, grabbed her nipples in both hands and started pinching them between his fingers again. All the while his tongue and lips were making a bee-line for her stomach and belly button.

She could feel the flush in her face and the heat of passion as he inched closer to the zipper on her jeans. His kisses and caresses were hot. ‘Damn hot’, she thought. She allowed her fingers to rest on his head and caress through his mane of hair. He had a full and rich head of hair and her fingers acted like combs going through it.

She was panting and sighing, squirming and moaning as she began to gyrate her hips ever so slightly. Jerry caught attention to what her body was saying and reached down and undid the button to her jeans then slowly started to unzip them. There is something ultimately erotic, not just about the action of unzipping, but also the sound of the zipper being pulled downward.

“God, yes, please, yes.” Southern panted. “Take them off quick, pull them down.”

Jerry could see that she was wearing what appeared to be a matching panty. It was very sheer and as he pulled her jeans from around her hips, he could see the part that her pussy lips made in the crotch of her panties. He could also see something else. There was no mistaking the wetness that was developing. He could also smell the faint muskiness of sex. It was like an elixir or a potion to his senses. He pulled the jeans the rest of the way off and tossed them with her blouse onto the easy chair.

He then reached up and proceeded to pull her panties from around her hips and off her legs. He could see the minute droplets of moisture collect at her pussy lips. Like a petal in the morning dew, it was definitely a most erotic sight. He could also see that she was clean shaven. He couldn’t wait any longer and he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the sofa. Spreading her legs with his hands and sitting between them, he lowered his head to her cunt.

First thing he did, was take a strong whiff of her sexual odor. ‘God, she is so beautiful.’ güvenilir bahis siteleri He thought.

He gently, lovingly flicked his tongue out and captured some of her nectar onto his tongue and tasted it. He moaned as he leaned back in and licked once again, only more firm, allowing his tongue to broaden out as he swiped against her cunt lips. Southern moaned a long drawn out moan and reached down with her fingers and pulled her lips apart exposing her sensitive and erect little clit. Jerry dove in.

He tongued her clit, he lapped at her pussy lips, he kissed and caressed with his lips around her outer lips, he sucked her clit into his mouth creating pressure with his lips and would flick his tongue back and forth against her sensitive nubbin. All the while Southern’s hips were gyrating and she was moaning as if to impale herself on his tongue. Her breathing became more of a panting, sometimes deeper, sometimes more shallow as she would suck in her breath. Her moaning was definitely getting loader, as she would take Jerry’s head and try to force it into her womanhood.

She was cumming. She was so close, and Jerry could tell, because he knew that all the wetness was not just coming from his mouth. As she was panting and moaning Jerry reached up and spread her lips wide, and then planting his mouth squarely over her clit, he sucked it into his mouth and pinched it between his lips firmly. That was all it took as she started to shake and gyrate her hips. She was moaning and groaning and moaning.

“Gaaaaawwwwdddd that feels, soooo goood, I can’t believe iiiitttt.” She panted as the orgasm took hold of her. “Oooooohhhhhhhh, jeeeeessssuuuuuuuussss, it’s soooooo sensitive. I’mmmm ccuuuuummmmingg soooo gooood.”

Jerry held on as best he could, until it was too sensitive for her to continue. Southern kept moaning and moaning. You could see the shivers course through her body as she was coming down from that heavenly high.

She just looked a Jerry and moaned, “Ooohhhhh.” She leaned forward planted a kiss on his lips. She could taste herself on his lips and she stuck her tongue out and traced it along his lips. Then she grabbed his shirt at the shoulders and without stopping to unbutton it, pulled it up and over his head. She did the same with his t-shirt and after she had thrown them aside she ran her fingernails across his chest. She racked them across the little nipples that adorned his chest and felt the hardness as they became erect.

She leaned into him and pushed him backwards to a lying position on the carpeted floor. “That was so good. Just what I needed tonight.” She offered. “Now it’s time for me to show you what I can do.”

Southern hurriedly unzipped his jeans and felt the bulge threatening to burst forth before she even got his pants completely unzipped.

“My, but aren’t we eager tonight,” she intoned. She brushed her fingers across the throbbing bulge that she could not only feel, but also see straining against his boxers. After removing his pants and his shorts, she let out a sigh.

“Do you want to 69?” asked Jerry, sucking in his breath.

“No,” she replied, “just lie back and let me at this gorgeous hunk of man you have wanting me.”

She racked her fingers against his abdomen, then leaned down between his legs, and without any preliminaries, plunged her mouth around his throbbing cock. She was good, Jerry thought, oh gawd, so very good. He had never had a woman to go down on him before who seemed to so thoroughly to enjoy it. She allowed her tongue to sweep around the circumference of his cock shaft as she lightly sucked it deeper into her throat.

Jerry could only moan. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so good. This girl, no this young woman knew how to please the one she was with. He felt her rack her fingers lightly along his balls as he felt himself tense up. He was so wrapped up in the sensation, but a thought trickled through his consciousness wondering how much pleasure could someone feel. He felt as though he had won the lottery or something.

Jerry was not small by any means. When not aroused, he hung a good 8 inches, but when he was hard, he was probably 10 inches or so and girth, it was all she could do to get her small hand completely around his member.

She was doing things with her tongue that he couldn’t imagine possible; and the way she used her other hand to massage his balls, he knew he wouldn’t last. He could feel the pressure build as his balls tightened up and he could feel what he could only describe as a feeling of boiling pressure building up. He didn’t want it to end, but by the same token, sweet release, blessed release would be heaven.

Southern loved cock. Almost as much as she loved pussy and she knew she was good at what she did. She also felt that she wanted to give him the best blow job for a couple of reasons. First, no other guy had taken the time to pleasure her like he had, and second, she loved the feel of his cock in her mouth. She could feel the pleasure she was giving by the way his balls would tighten up. When she would feel them get really hard, she would draw back just a little, let him regain his breath and then go for the pleasure again. She loved the power it made her feel she had, to be able to affect another person so extremely. Besides all that, she loved the taste of a clean cock.

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My wife informed me that her younger sister Jen was going to be arriving for a one week stay. My wife Stacy rarely got to see her younger sister. There was a ten years difference in age between the two sisters. Jen just finished her first year in college and she didn’t want to sit at home with the parents for all the summer. Frankly I didn’t know what to expect.

I had to drive to the bus terminal to pick up Jen. I got a pleasant surprise when she got off the bus. Jen had blossomed since the last time I saw her. She had certainly matured, her body had filled out especially her breasts. Jen ran over to me and gave me a big hug. I could feel those big melons pressing into my chest. She also gave me a big kiss on the lips. I certainly hadn’t expected that sort of reception.

I drove Jen back to the house and the sisters had a big chat when we got settled in. That evening we went out for dinner. I got a preview of Jen. She sat across the table from me in the restaurant. She was wearing a tight shirt and she damn sure wasn’t wearing a bra. I tried not to stare at the big nipples popping out from the material of the shirt. I know Jen caught me staring and my wife must have caught me as well.

Later that night when we got home my wife lit into me.

“Did you get a good look?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked her.

“You couldn’t take your eyes off my sister’s boobs all night long.”

I wondered what my wife expected. Her sister was showing off her assets and I looked. My wife eventually cooled off and we went to bed for the evening. The next day was a work day, but I knocked off early. When I got home I didn’t see Jen. I looked out the window to where the in-ground pool was and there was Jen sunning her breasts. I didn’t quite know what to do. I looked for awhile güvenilir bahis from the window and then I just waited for Jen to come back inside.

When Jen did come back in she had her bikini top back on. She must have known I had seen her sunning herself, but she didn’t say a word. She walked back to her bedroom and I figured she was going to change clothes.

A few minutes later I heard Jen calling to me.

“John, can you come back here a minute?”

I walked down the hallway and looked into the bedroom. There sat Jen naked on the bed.

“Can you rub some lotion on my back, please?”

I was looking directly at her big tanned tits. I tried to control myself as she handed me the bottle of lotion and turned her back to me. I put some lotion on my hands and started to rub it onto Jen’s back. I thought I heard her moan softly as my hands worked all over her back. When I was done I put the lotion onto the stand. I should have turned around and walked out, but I couldn’t do that.

I reached over her shoulders and I took a breast into each of my hands. Jen did let out a soft moan. I started massaging each tit and pinching her nipples. I made the decision right then,I had to have my young sister-in-law. I pulled my hands from her tits. Jen turned around on the bed. I stood in front of her and started stripping down. Off came my shirt, pants, underwear and socks. My half hard dick was directly in front of Jen’s face.

“Suck on it Jen,” I told her.

Jen looked at me for a long moment then she reached out with her hand and took hold of my cock. Jen lifted my dick to her lips and she flicked her tongue out. She was licking the tip of my cockhead. I wanted much more than that from her. I place a hand on the back of her head and I urged her to take me into her türkçe bahis mouth. Jen opened up and I slid my prick into her throat.

I started to thrust in and out of her mouth. I looked down and saw Jen’s eyes looking up at my face. She was checking out to see how I was taking her sucking motions. The room was quiet except for the sound of Jen slurping on my rod. I was pumping harder now. Jen was taking me deeper with each thrust. My dick was rock hard and I knew what the next step was.

I pulled my cock out and I reached down for Jen’s legs. I raised them up. Her ass was at the edge of the bed now. I moved my cock into place and then I pushed my mushroom past her folds. Damn, did Jen let out a howl of pleasure. I slid my dick in as far as it would go and held it there. Jen’s muscles had me in a tight grip. I didn’t know if she was expecting all this, but I was going to fuck her as hard as I could.

I drove my thick rod deep into her belly. Our pubic mounds touched each time I fill Jen with my cock.Jen had her head thrown back. I guess I lost it just then. Jen had been cock teasing me since she walked into our house. I was going to find out if it was all a game or not. I have to say I pounded Jen’s pussy with one speed…fast.

“Fuck me John, your cock is so big!”

I could feel my balls slapping against Jen every time I stroked her pussy. I knew at this rate I wasn’t going to hold out for very long.

“I am getting so close,” she said to me.

I wanted us both to cum together. I reached down with one hand and I placed my thumb on her clit and pushed down hard. Jen let out a scream and I kept rubbing on her button. Another minute of pressing on her clit and we came together. I blasted a stream of my sticky seed into Jen’s belly. I could feel her shaking as I güvenilir bahis siteleri kept thrusting and squirting my baby oil into her belly. We just kept at it for some long minutes. Jen’s pussy muscles were locked tight around my dick. It was if she didn’t want me to ever pull out.

Unfortunately I started to go soft and I slipped my dick from Jen. She didn’t move for a minute. Finally she sat up and looked at my spent cock. She took hold of it one more time and licked me clean with her mouth. After she finished she got up and went into the bathroom. I figured I better get dressed in case my wife decided to come home early.

When my wife did arrive Jen and I were sitting watching television. It was if nothing had happened between us. Jen even decided to put on a bra. She said her nipples were so hard after I fucked her. She didn’t want Stacy to suspect anything. Jen and I had to wait for my wife to go and get her hair done the next day. We didn’t waste a minute before we were in bed once more.

This time I was on my back and Jen was mounting me. She slid down onto my rigid pole and she worked those young pussy muscles all around me. Jen was very vocal in bed. She said she had been teasing me hoping I would take the bait. I took the bait alright. I now had my hands on those giant tits. I squeezed them both and Jen bobbed up and down my dick. Her ass would slam down hard on my midsection as I would thrust my ass up from the bed. I know we must have fucked a good hour before I gave Jen what she desired.

Jen was grinding down onto me when I felt my balls pinching. I gave her a few more pumps of my cock and I shot another load of cream into my sister-in-law. Jen said she didn’t know how she was going to get by when she finally left at the end of the week. We did exchange phone numbers and I talked about trying to see her during the next school year. I know I should have felt bad about cheating on my wife, but she had been cold in bed the last year or so. I now have a younger, hotter lover to share my bed with.

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