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“M…m….Melons…”

My stammered exclamation hung there in the laundry room as the young woman and I stared at each other. I could not for the life of me recall her real name. She was, after all, not my son’s girlfriend. If anything, she was a hanger-on, an occasional presence drinking beer or occupying a lawn chair while the boys worked on trucks. All the guys just called her “Melons” because of the balloon like breasts she so proudly paraded in front of her.

While the embarrassment of her walking out of my son’s bedroom in this pre-dawn hour as I stood naked, waiting for the shower, built into that laundry room, to warm swirled around us, I recalled that she had stooped by while I ate dinner last night, asking my son to look at her car. They had vanished for coffee, and I had given her no further thought. Except here she was, stepping out of his room, wearing a not very long T-shirt, and, it seemed, nothing else. Her melons filled the shirt just fine, and I realized, to my further embarrassment, that my cock was swelling in response.

“I’m sorry…” we both started at the same instance, which made us both stop and laugh. The laughter made her chest bounce, and I could feel the heavy end of my dangling cock bobbing in rhythm with my guffaw.

“I’m sorry…” I resumed, “I had to leave the door open – the cat followed me in. If it thinks it is trapped, it goes crazy.”

“I woke up, in a strange room – we had a few beers, so I didn’t want to be driving home. I heard the water running,” she explained, “and it made me need to go pee really bad, so I staggered out here still half asleep.”

Her hair was a jumbled mess of bedhead, but I barely noticed. My eyes honed in on those firm young tits moving under the T-shirt with each breath. My cock rose like a heat seeking missile locking on target. My hands instinctively dropped to shield my groin, but that probably just made my plight more obvious. I held my breath waiting for this goddess to collapse in laughter at the sight.

“In fact, I still need to…” she finished.

“Go ahead, there’s a bathroom…” I waved my hand across the basement, to where the powder room sat in the opposite corner. “I’ll be in the shower, so you can have privacy. Besides, as long as no cat follows, you can always close the door.”

“But what if it follows?” she asked, for the first time moving, but not toward the bathroom. She was stepping toward the laundry room, toward me, her fingers twirling a look of matted dark reddish hair. As I watched, speechless, I realized that my hand which had been shielding my surging cock ineffectually was now idly stroking my shaft.

“Maybe it would just be easier if I stepped into the shower and pee there?”

As she spoke, she raised her arms above her head and smoothly lifted her shirt, confirming that she wore no panties, and for the first time fully exposing those ripe melons to my hungry gaze. She was only about three feet from me, angling toward the shower stall. I was so obsessed with her melons that I barely glanced at her pretty little pussy, though I did note that the hair was trimmed, not shaved, and she had very prominent labia.

“It’s an old hot water tank,” I explained, “It only lasts for one shower, and I need to get ready for work.”

The primitive part of my brain was screaming at the smart part to shut up, because it – the primitive part – was enjoying a nice fantasy of Melons dropping to her knees, brushing my hand aside, and without another word, taking the head of my throbbing cock in her twenty-something mouth, expertly fisting my shaft, swirling her kurtköy escort tongue around the ridge. My common sense muttered to that primitive brain that I would probably explode the instant she touched me. Good old primitive brain reasoned “so what?”

“Well, then, I guess we better share,” Melons giggled startling me back out of the fantasy.

I stepped over to the stall, where she was already under the spray, water streaming down her hair, her back, tiny rivers forming over the curve of those melons, parting into two around each nipple. Her head was tossed back, eyes shut. There was room for me in the stall, but other than some warmth, I was not really sharing the shower. Looking down I saw the strong stream of urine flowing from her engorged labia. I stood and watched the pleasure light up her face while I adjusted to my first experience of watching a young woman piss for our mutual enjoyment.

My fingers reached across without conscious direction and I felt her spray coating my skin. It just seemed to make sense to lift them to my mouth and taste Melons.

Her eyes must not have been fully closed because as I licked her essence, she leaned toward me, grinning. Grabbing my wrist, she tugged my arm back down, shoving my fingers right into her cunt, rotating them until they were coated with a melange of fluids. She then raised my arm upward, but instead of offering it to my lips, she tasted herself off my flesh, moaning deeply, her knees quaking. The electricity ran from her tongue to my fingers all the way through my body and out the tip of my aching cock.

The warmth of her palm encircling my shaft, and stroking my erect flesh was at once both a natural extension of the bizarre situation and shocking, because it was the stuff of which middle aged fantasies are made. The fingers of my other hand moved until they were buried in her sodden cunt. I started fingering her, trying to match the same pace as she was using to stroke my cock.

Melons spit my fingers out of her lips, but guided them down to her left tit. Using them to twist her nipple. We kept up that pace, my hands mauling her roughly, her hand toying with my erection playfully, her moans muffled by the sound of the water splashing all around us. I leaned closer, nibbling her neck and sucking on her earlobe, the tip of my cock bouncing against her pouchy little belly. Her hand let go of my manhood and grasped my ass, pulling me closer. She rubbed her breasts against my wet chest, my cock trapped between our bodies. I ground my hardness against her from the outside while still fingering her on the inside.

I felt her climax building rapidly. Her breathing became deep and ragged, her pussy walls clenching around my fingers, and then she came in a shudder.

“Fuck…me…” she gasped, her body almost limp, leaning against me for support.

Perhaps the exclamation was just her automatic reaction to her orgasm, but I took it as an invitation. Still. I hesitated momentarily, knowing nothing of her sexual history, nor whether she was protected from pregnancy.

Melons might be a mind reader, because she moaned, her lips almost at my ear, “Don’t fret, baby, just fuck my ass.”

Of course, we had no protection handy for that either, but she giggled girlishly again and added, “It’s almost virgin.”

By that point, I was past the point of common sense. My primitive brain reasserted itself. The possibility of tapping that curvaceous young booty was irresistible.

Melons turned around, spreading her legs, planting her feet and pressing her hands out against the tiled wall of the malatya escort shower. Then she curved her back, which presented her ass for my enjoyment. My fingers had never left her labia, so I began to explore her inner thighs while my other hand kneaded her dangling tits. I planted a string of butterfly kisses starting from her hairline all the way down her spine until my mouth reached the triangle where back became backside.

As I licked along the edges of her anal cleft, my fingers grasped her sculpted hips. My hands hefted her peach shaped bottom. Then she shifted her legs just a millimeter further apart, and my hands spread those buttocks. The valley that led to her forbidden fruit yielded to the explorations of my tongue. She gasped when I first licked there.

“No one has ever tongued me there before.”

I took it slowly, ignoring the risk that we might run out of hot water. My tongue pressed very gently on her rosebud, not entering her yet, but probing and then pausing relaxing so that she would feel her asshole pulsating, gradually opening. At the same time, I worked a couple of fingers inside her very wet cunt to add to the stimulation.

Then I twisted those fingers around her clit while I eased the thumb of my other hand into her asshole, wriggling it to widen the opening. I moved my mouth to her taint, flattened my tongue and licked slowly up laving the valley up to her asshole fully.

“Does this feel good?” I asked, leaning my head close behind her ear, and then promptly resuming darting the tip of my tongue in and out of her anus along with those fingers. I started working my thumb in the open mouth of her anus in a bit of a corkscrewing motion.

“You have no idea how good it feels,” Melons sighed.

She pushed back, burying my thumb deeper into her asshole.

“Oh…shit… I’m coming again,” Melons moaned, reaching around to pull my face awkwardly to hers, kissing my mouth without regard to where it had just been. Her body starting to quake, her pussy contracting around my fingers as her sphincter clutched my thumb. My swollen member rubbed against her anal cleavage until her last spasm subsided.

“You’re such a dirty girl. But I think you know that.””Yes, a happy dirty girl. Thank you. But you know we aren’t done yet, right?”

Her ass might have been ‘almost virgin’ but Melons knew enough to reach over and grab some body wash, which was the handiest lube available. She poured a dollop on the crack of her ass, and caught the top of my cock as I lined it up with her rear entrance.

First though, I teased her opening with my fingers probing, and finally entering her, working as much lube inside her as I could. “Are you ready, Melons?””Yes.” she giggled, I think because I had never called her directly by that nickname before, excluding my exclamation earlier when we first stumbled across each other. I pushed more lubricant into her partially open asshole, and lathered up my cock with my slippery fingers.

“Time for the main event,” I warned, the tip of my stiff cock rubbing up against that rosebud.

“Just go gentle at first,” she begged, ” but once you are in all the way, fuck my ass hard, please.”

She arched her back and pushed back against me. I rubbed my well-lubed cock along the crack of her ass, pressing against her puckered hole, feeling the muscle relax a bit more with each contact. Finally, I pushed my way inside. I felt her stretch as the tip of my cock head pressed past the first barrier to enter her tender asshole. My head eased fully inside, past her outer ring, stopping when her hole had captured kayseri escort my crown. Melons let out a deep breath.

“Oh, I loved the feeling of you stretching me so much. Your cock is just the perfect size for ass fucking.”

“Shh,” I replied, kissing her neck below her ear. “Just relax. I know what you need.”

I moved against her ever so languidly as I felt her asshole opening up to welcome more of my manhood. Although we were moving slowly, I kept pressing deeper, deeper, filling more of her rectum with my length, stretching her with my girth. Each time I pulled back, I slid in a bit further, but I also slid out more on the next stroke, so that the force was building.

Other than a quick gasp, Melons never complained. Soon, my groin was planted right against her ass. That seemed to be what she wanted, because she immediately started pressing back hard against me.

Her melons were swaying wildly from side to side. The solid pink flesh of her tender young ass rippled, from sticking beyond the water into cold air, excitement or both. I ran my hands along the curves until I felt her flesh warm to my touch, then gave her ass a couple of playful slaps that made her coo in appreciation. Soon we had a solid fucking rhythm established. I reached around her and tugged on her nipples to add to the sensations.

“Ohmigawd, no one has ever filled me so full,” she groaned as I sawed in and out of her bowel. The sight of my cock sliding in and out of Melon’s shapely ass as my scrotum slapped against her curvy ass, causing that young womanly flesh to jiggle like jello, made my balls pull tight to my groin.

“I’m close,” I gasped, “Should I pull out and pump my seed down the drain, or …”

I paused for breath, picturing as I spoke, “…or anoint your back?”

“God, no, don’t you dare pull out. I can hardly wait until you gush your great gobs of goo into me – you can, I hope. I’ve never been with an older guy like you, so I never thought about whether you come buckets like guys my age.”

I began to fuck her sweet ass harder and faster. The way her sphincter ring tried to close around me on each stroke created the greatest sexual friction I had ever experienced. Melons seemed to be on the brink of another huge orgasm. I vigorously fucked her ‘almost virgin’ ass with my throbbing cock, racing to finish before the cooling water turned cold. Another orgasm surged within her as I fucked her ass more fiercely. Melon’s entire body shook. Her cunt contracted around my fingers, coating them with her nectar. Her asshole squeezed and released my invading weapon as I kept right on fucking, until I finally lost it. My cock was trapped deep within Melon’s ass as my cock sputtered and exploded, delivering that thick chunky mass of seed into her passageway. I kept right on fucking her until my last spurt emptied into her. My deflating cock kept twitching and spurting inside her anus as she moaned and groaned through her orgasm.

“I’ve never felt so full of cum,” Melons gasped, struggling to catch her breath. Beneath me, her body felt slack. If her hands had not steadied her against the shower stall, she would have collapsed.

The water was barely lukewarm already as I slowly withdrew my cock from her yawning asshole. I watched my seed flow out of that orifice, dripping onto her young thighs. Grabbing the soap, I quickly washed us both, our limbs tangling in a post-coital dance.

Melons planted a chaste kiss on my cheek as she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her plush body, locating her discarded T-shirt.

“You better get ready for work, I’m headed back to sleep,” she said. “Remember – this never happened, it was all just in your imagination.”

As the icy water rinsed my body, but not my soul, I wondered whether I had any melons upstairs to eat.

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Casey checked into lodging and took a taxi to the dorms where she would be staying for the next six weeks. She climbed three flights of stairs hunched under the tall duffle on her back with her smaller messenger bag in her left hand, leaving her right free out of habit and she was finally to her room. She unceremoniously dropped her heavy canvas bag with a loud thud in the tiny common room between the pleather couch and kitchenette and rolled her sore shoulders. She planted her fists on the swell of her ass and leaned back, releasing a loud moaning sigh as the stretch released her tight muscles. That damn ruck was no end of trouble for her.

while stretching, her mind flashed to earlier in the day, when she was lost in the airport, and had turned around too quickly and the centripetal force of the giant bag had pulled her to the ground. While she struggled to remove her arms from the straps she kicked out her legs and windmilled her arms like an upended turtle. A nice security guard did his best not to laugh as he reached out to help her and asked,

“Are you hurt? Do you need some help?”

His blue eyes sparkled with his barely suppressed laughter.

Her cheeks flaming with shame she told him,

“No thanks. I’m fine. Only thing hurt is my pride” as she rolled to her side and pushed herself upright.

Her cheeks got hot all over again remembering her embarrassment, so she carefully slung the bag back to her shoulder without turning her body too far, and she entered the open, sparsely furnished bedroom. She sat heavily on the bare twin bed with the bag and looked around.

“Home sweet home or whatever.” She rolled her eyes as she took in the small window that only opened a crack, blocky wooden desk, chair, and wall locker, and the bleached white sheets and scratchy wool blanket. I’ll definitely pick up a cheap blanket and pillow, she thought. I can’t spend another 6 weeks sleeping under one of those like in basic training.

She laid on the cool sheets and tried to quiet her brain and sleep. But she tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable on the thin mattress while her mind whirled with memories of the last time she was here. She’d lived in a different barracks then, not as “nice” as this one. It had only been three years since then, but she felt ten years older. Back then, she was brand new out of boot camp, sporting a v shaped sunburn on her forehead and the odd mix of confidence and compliance that marked non-prior service students. She remembered her first impression of the school and the career field. They’d shown a video of the atomic weapons tests over Bikini Atoll and she was appalled. They’d told her this job was like working for the Red Cross. Now, she read all she could find on chemical, biological, and nuclear weapons instead of fearing them. Then, she’d been 19 and basically a virgin, and had dated a non commissioned officer 6 years her senior in her class- the biggest violation she could have possibly committed. Then, she deployed and “dated” another, older higher ranking guy totally out of her league thanks to the male to female ratios. After that, she’d deployed to Korea and repeated the pattern. And now she found herself here, alone.

After a fitful sleep on the thin mattress trying to avoid the scratchy wool she opened one eye, and looked at the clock- 0445. “Seriously, an hour before I have to get up?” she said to the empty room as she rolled over and covered her face with the pillow. She thought she heard movement in the small room next door, but crushed the pillow tighter over her ears and eyes.

She laid there, seething about the fact that she’d been awakened by the chanting sounds of a squad of men counting off repetitions in their physical fitness formation directly under her window. She’d need some earplugs, she told herself, visualizing it on her mental list along with the comforter and some cleaning supplies.

At 6:40, after two cycles of the snooze button, With a groan, she threw one leg out of the bed and rocked herself up using her abs into a low fighter stance beside the bed. She threw a quick jab, jab, cross, roundkick combo before bouncing on the balls of her feet and scrubbing her scratchy eyes to brush the sleep away. “Yeah, I’ll practice combos tonight,” she said to the empty room. She closed her eyes and pictured her virtual, mental calendar and counted the days until her blackbelt test- after the six weeks here, it’s three weeks till the test, so that’s 6 classes and a week of pre-testing to get ready. “I’ll definitely have to practice in here, I don’t want to be out there prancing around for anyone’s entertainment,” she scoffed, looking at the empty squad fitness pad below her room. “These rooms are so small,” she thought, using her arms and steps to measure it out- 6′ by 8′, “So, that’s maybe one kick-punch-block combo. I’ll never be able to do forms in here. And sparring is gonna be out, so that doesn’t leave much for me to practice here. But I really don’t want to postpone the test. It’s already taken this long.”

At the same time eryaman bayan escort that Casey was obstinately hiding under her pillow, JR rolled through the gates, the sun breaking the horizon in his rear view. He quickly rubbed his stubbled face while the gate guard scanned his ID. “Huh, that’s new,” he mumbled. Then again, the last time he’d been here was a few weeks before the towers fell and everything changed.

He swung the pale green, late model Toyota into the barracks, easily threw on his ruck, and took the stairs two at a time to the third floor, last door on the right, and quietly entered. The room on the left was closed, so he dropped his gear in the one to the right- which mirrored its partner on the left with a twin bed and wall locker on the left, impossibly square foldout desk tower on the right, and thin, grayish floor a few shades paler than the overwashed wool blanket on the bed. He laid down, feeling the rough wool through his tee shirt, and closed his eyes for the first time since yesterday afternoon when he’d finally left his base, at roughly the same time he would have left for the flight they had booked him. It would have taken much less than the almost 16 hours, but then he wouldn’t have had his truck and that was simply unacceptable. His mind drifted to the best fishing spots he could remember and he heard the small shower next to his wall rattle and hum. He’d only mentally catalogued three fishing spots when the water turned off. He looked at his watch- 6:50. He had 45 mins. Class started at 8, so he should be there at 7:45, leaving 5 to throw on his uniform, and 5 to walk to class.

He rocked forward out of the bed and dropped to the floor, knocking out 100 push-ups before he heard the door click shut behind his departing roommate.

After a quick shower, Casey was dressed in her stiffly starched uniform with the crease neatly dividing her two-stripe insignia indicating that she was still part of the ‘bottom three’ or ‘airbabies’ as the newly minted Sergeants referred to them. Her freshly painted black jump boots reflected the light. Her hair was tied tightly back in a tiny bun, barely manageable and held together with bobby pins to keep the shorter strands controlled. She fitted her cap over the bun, slung her black messenger bag with the symbols from

chemical, biological, radiological, and nuclear agents over her shoulder so it split her breasts and hung over her left hip, leaving the right hand to salute, and grabbed a Diet Coke in her left.

She walked the short way to the massive brick building- positively grand looking for an Army building on this particular base of cinder blocks and shades of brown paint- where all the Chem-bio classes were held. Far apart from the other Air Force schools stationed here, hers was in its own building shared with high level Army leadership and professional development courses. She’d forgotten that this building even had its own coffee shop, because a year ago as a non-prior service student, a noob, a skeeter-wing, she’d been barred from going there and had to endure the aroma of fresh coffee while abstaining. True, back then she hadn’t developed a taste for bitter coffee, preferring a Diet Coke like she carried today. Once inside the tiled lobby filled with the service flags of all the branches and all the state flags, and paintings of staid generals in different iterations of Army class A’s, she found a spot to sit down in a corner. She shook her soda, and let the carbonation hiss out before looking at her watch to see that it was only a few minutes past 7. She pulled her travel folder out of the messenger bag, checking to see that her flight and baggage receipts were tucked in the envelope labeled in all caps, “reimbursement receipts.” She slid her reporting directions out- classroom 2B, 0800 start Monday, September 21, 2003 Just under two years since she’d deployed for what became Operation Enduring Freedom, and she was FINALLY getting to come back for a combined control center and skill level upgrade training, about a year behind schedule. “Par for the course,” she mumbled, “considering I’m currently Airman First Class of the Air Force thanks to them taking my rank when I switched to Active Duty and to fucking Wheatley ‘losing’ my below the zone package.”

Her vision traveled down the tunnel of time to last year. Her body shook slightly with the same vibration she’d felt flow through her that day. She saw herself rigidly holding the position of attention in front of Wheatley’s desk. Saw his neck rolls over his BDU collar, felt the hot rage boil thrrough her as she gritted her teeth and spat the fateful words, “just because you’re fucking her doesn’t mean you can publicly question my integrity on her behalf” before spinning away, eyes blinded by rage, seeing blackness at the edges before striding purposefully for the bathroom where she immediately gasped a sob as she sat heavily in the stall. She tried to calm her breathing while the black spots ebbed and the adrenaline leached from her body.

She shook herself from her escort etimesgut flashback in time to see a few more Air Force uniforms moving toward the entrance. One, a tall, thin female walking slowly, eyes darting about as if for threats, and a solid male who strode like a big cat assessing the savannah for potential food in the form of weaker or abandoned gazelles. Only, he wouldn’t be a lion, not with the bluish tint to his scalp, hinting at black hair, and the grey eyes, alert and intense; maybe a panther.

Instead of going upstairs to the classrooms, they went straight through the lobby. She heard the female say, “need coffee.” To which, the dark haired panther male scoffed- “You? I just drove 26 hours.”

“Well, you did decide to drive, even after they said they wouldn’t authorize the cost of the drive, so…”

“Yeah, Sam, I know. But I couldn’t be without my truck.”

“Mhm. Then let’s both get coffee, I’ll even buy,” she said, leaning her shoulder into him lightly.

Casey felt the heat rise into her throat and quickly shook it away, taking a drink to cool her suddenly parched throat. She climbed the big, open stair case, turned to the left twice without thought and entered the first classroom to the left and grabbed a spot at in the corner, with a good view of the board, elbow room for her writing hand, and a clear view and path to the exit. The clock read 7:25. Even by military standards for on time arrival, she had 20 minutes. She looked around the room, seeing that plotting markers, compasses, plotting templates, and spiral notebooks were at 12 stools on the angled drafting tables. “Ok, 12 people in class, that’s manageable” she thought, taking some deep breaths as she appreciated the silent emptiness of the room. “I wonder if I know everyone. If panther dude and tall chick are in this class. I hope there are some cool people, otherwise it’s gonna be a long six weeks.”

Downstairs, at the previously prohibited coffee shop, Sam stepped up to the register, her hand cupped around her mouth and ordered. “One venti mocha latte with extra foam and caramel syrup and one…” she looked over her shoulder and gestured to the barista, so JR said, “a large coffee. Black.”

“Of course you’d get a black coffee.”

“Yep. Coffee black, whiskey straight, or water from the tap.”

“You know, liking things doesn’t make you less manly.”

“I don’t like my drinks to masquerade as something other than what they are. Besides, mocha-frappe-fru-fru lattes are for girls. And sissies,” he declared as he executed an about face, his open coffee cup steady so he didn’t spill a single drop, and strode toward the class. “Don’t want to be late.”

The classroom was mostly full of older NCO’s- either later career cross-trainees who weren’t gonna get promoted in security forces, ammo, or some other hooah-hooah highly motivated field, or long-timers in the career field getting recertified since the relatively recent change to automated plotting. There were a couple seats on the corner, next to a small Airman bent over the books, focused on reading. JR rounded behind her and sat to her left, noticing her coffee and whiskey colored hair and an undeniably large rack, resting on the table as she bent to read, almost unaware of his presence so close to her. To her left, Samantha sat, the sugary, rich scent of her coffee wafting into Casey’s awareness.

“Smells good,” she said, looking up to see that it was the tall girl and prowling panther who’d sat down. Her heart jumped into her throat, so she washed it down with a sip of her diet soda before reaching out her hand and stating, “I’m Airman McGee. Casey McGee” dropping the words first class ‘ when she’d noticed that they all wore Airman ranks. Panther was an A-one-C like her and stretch was a Senior Airman.

“Hi, I’m Samantha Duff and this is JR. We’re stationed together at Magallow. Where are you?”

“FE Dunham-out West.”

“I think we might have gone to school around the same time- there was a newbie class that started when I was in block 6, so we only overlapped by a week. Wasn’t there a tall girl, Kodactil, Kodannet, something?”

“Yeah, that was my class. It was just me and Kodadek, and a bunch of prior service guys-mostly cops, and a senior master sergeant personnellist. I was in the guard then. Been active duty now for a year and a half. And I’m still an A1C. I’ve probably been an A1C longer than anyone; three and a half years of you don’t count the three months I was a senior Airman. And evidently the Air Force doesn’t, so…” she finished in a mumble.

“It is what it is,” she heard like a rumble of thunder, in her left ear. “No sense in getting pissed.”

“Umm, whatever you say, super trooper.” Despite her attempt at an insultiment (a term she’d made up and meant combining a compliment with an insult so as to confuse the opponent and not swell his already giant ego, while obliquely expressing appreciation for them) at him in a cool, measured tone, the heat started to rise up her chest, threatening elvankent escort to appear on her face and give her away. She quickly leaned down to drop her coke in her bag and take a steadying breath to will the blush to fade.

When she popped back up, face still cool, Sam said, “nice bag- Korea right? I can tell by the embroidery and tag.”

Now she did blush, at being caught out with a Korean souvenir, custom embroidered bag all but declaring her love for a career field she regularly made fun of, insisting it wasn’t who she was, but just a job.

“Yeah, I went three times. Stayed just long enough to do a the big penn-series exercise, drink, and buy cheesy souvenirs. You should see my collection of mink blankets, painted ‘silk’ tapestries, custom coins, fake silk sheets, and even an engraved trophy for my brother. I did all the noob shit. To include some soju fueled bad decisions” she admitted, seeing the faces of some of those bad decisions in her memory.

“Oh, well if you ever need any more embroidered or engraved stuff, I do that for fun,” Samantha answered, either not noticing or ignoring Casey’s self-deprecating tone. “We all have custom mugs with our call signs-isn’t that right, Junior?” She asked JR, leaning around Casey and grinning, her hand over her mouth.

“Yup. And a good NCO always has his mug, and never spills.”

“Or hers,” both Casey and Samantha said in unison. Casey elaborated, “any good NCO always has his or her mug.”

“Yeah, yeah. What, are you some sort of feminist?”

“So what if I am. Stating that women are NCO’s too doesn’t make me feminist. Believing women are equal to men does, though.”

Any further debate ended when their instructor, a short, brown skinned man with jet black, slicked hair, entered the room and began class without preamble.

“Ohh, Sergeant Whyte, I had him in tech school,” Sam whispered.

Casey recognized him too. He was one of the only ones she hadn’t had. She breathed a sigh of relief. He probably wouldn’t say anything about her torrid tech school romance with a prior service NCO as two others already had while she’d sat alone and vulnerable in the empty classroom. The first had simply stuck his head in and said, “McGee, welcome back. And without your shadow.” Which she hadn’t understood until a few minutes later when another instructor who she’d had in tech school came in and leaned on the podium, saying, “McGee, I’m surprised that’s still your name. We had a pool that you’d be knocked up with a new name six months after you left. That you and that dude Rhoades would be married and divorced by now-another Star-crossed tech-school romance at its fateful, foregone end.”

“Um, nope. Still McGee. No kids- that I know of,” she grinned briefly at her mockery, “not divorced, but yeah, we’re not together anymore.” Then the blush heated her face as she said, “Wait, you guys knew we were together, and didn’t bust us?”

“Nah, too much paperwork. Plus, it was kind of hot. We used to dare each other to say shit to make you blush and him fume. It was cute. And fun.”

“Well, I’m sure glad we provided you some entertainment,” she said through pursed lips. But then her heart had raced and her face had flamed with the memories of all the things they’d done. And all the places they’d done them. The possibility of consequences, and the fact that he was older, and experienced and she was making up for lost time, not having dated in high school, and begging her best guy friend to take her virginity just months before basic training in his mom’s car parked on a wooded street in the snow, had fueled their passion.

“Good to see you, McGee,” he said, and leaning back into the classroom added, “and to see we can still make you blush.”

Despite her shame, her loins had heated along with her face, as she thought of Jackson Rhodes. She’d been so in love with him. Infatuated really. After their three months together, they’d talked daily, long conversations where they shared everything, and he’d finish by talking dirty to her, coaxing her to awkwardly try to do the same. Finally, after six months of waiting tables and Guard drills, and one 4 day visit across the country where they’d worn each other out, they contrived for her to go active duty. She’d had to sacrifice her rank, but it was almost a guarantee that she would get stationed with him. He’d cajoled his flight Officer, whose father was a General, to put in a personnel request specifically for McGee; plus theirs was the command of entitlement so there were only 8 possible places for her to end up. While the classroom had filled, she’d been pulled back down the tunnel of time to their 2 years together. The four months apart while deployed, the three, one, and three months while she’d been to Korea, their inevitable breakup and him leaving with a civilian girl he’d met working at the rodeo. She tried not to think of all the betrayals she’d committed. Or all the sex they’d had in all the different ways. She willed her cheeks not to flush, busying herself with her reading to refocus her mind. That’s how JR and Sam had found her. Now, she was grateful for her ability to keep her face mostly neutral, with the exception of that traitorous, uncontrollable blush that would rise, unbidden to her cheeks at any off color remark or obvious flirtation.

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Joe could not prevent his dirty mind getting carried away as he fantasised about his next guest. Lea looked stunning in her profile photo on the booking app: erotic platinum blonde hair, alluring facial features, wicked smile and a look of naughtiness in her eyes. He could be wrong and she might well have zero interest in him, but he had a hunch that she was going to be as wild as she looked. He felt that familiar stirring of his libido as he anticipated her visit.

She reminded him of a woman he had met and had wine-fuelled sex with at a travel industry networking event the year before, which took place at a remote old country house that had been adapted as a conference centre. Gabriella was a rep from a tour operator who had been seated next to Joe at the welcome lunch. They had chatted and flirted increasingly shamelessly over endless champagne. She was in her late forties, at least, he guessed. Slim, long straight natural blonde hair, pert boobs, seductive smile and the most luscious pink lips (which she was expert at licking in the most erotic manner). By the mid-afternoon they were tipsy and horny as hell.

She had made the first move while they were still at the table. Sliding her arm under the linen tablecloth so that no one else would notice, she had run her fingers up his leg, caressing his inner thighs through the tight trousers of his bespoke suit. As usual he wasn’t wearing underwear, so when her fingertips reached his crotch she could easily feel his cock, swollen and pulsing against the tight fabric as she stroked him.

She leaned towards him to whisper, ‘You’re a big boy, aren’t you?’

To this he had gasped and replied, ‘That’s the effect you have on me!’

She rubbed harder. He tried not to moan out loud.

She whispered again, ‘Let’s take this to the cocktail bar.’ He grinned at the way she stressed the syllable “COCK”.

Joe followed Gabriella out of the dining room to the lounge bar, trying to be discreet by following a few steps behind her, not that he really cared whether anyone else noticed them slipping off to have a drink together. Truth was he wanted to check her out from behind. She wore elegant black heels, a short black skirt (legs bare) and a cobalt blue silk blouse, which during the lunch had been unbuttoned enough to show her generous cleavage- she had seen him ogling and grinned at him. From behind she looked stunning, striding like a catwalk model, flicking her long hair, swishing her waist and showing off her tight buttocks as they strained against the tight material of the obscenely short skirt (no visible panty line, he was pleased to see). Was he mistaken or could he smell her too? Was she wearing knickers? He determined eryaman bayan escort to find out.

They sat at high stools in the far corner of the candlelit bar. As she wiggled her way up onto the stool, turning it to face his, her legs parted and he could almost see up her skirt. He could definitely smell her cunt now: a rich aroma of pure sexuality wafting his way. She ordered a gin martini; he had a negroni, served by a discreet barman who knew Joe from a previous visit when Joe had been hosting an event there. At that moment he had an unbidden moment of fantasy, imagining inviting the guy to join him and Gabriella in his room, suspecting (correctly, as he would discover later) that she loved threesomes.

Meanwhile, he raised his glass to her and they toasted: ‘To pleasure!’ As she knocked back her drink he saw her legs part again, revealing a brief glimpse of a tiny white triangle of material — so she was wearing panties.

They were as close as they could be, sitting on separate stools. He considered suggesting they move to one of the sofas, but for now they were content to be facing each other, legs touching, eyes locked, smiles hinting the kisses they both yearned to give and receive. How to get her up to his room, or hers? She took the next step again.

She looked him right in the eye and said, ‘Here’s a game. We each guess whether the other is wearing underwear. You go first.’

He didn’t let on that he had already glimpsed hers. He replied, ‘What do I get if I guess correctly?’

She gave him her wicked grin, ‘If I’m not, I’ll lift my skirt and prove it. If I am, I’ll take them off and give them to you.’

He smiled. ‘And what do you get if you guess correctly?’

She licked her lips. ‘If you’re wearing any, go to the gents, take them off and throw them in the bin. If you’re not wearing any, unzip your fly and show me here!’

He nodded.

‘Go on then, you first,’ she said.

He pretended to try to see up her skirt so she edged her legs together, giggling. He smiled, made a gesture of pondering his guess, then whispered, ‘I know by now you’re a very naughty girl. I don’t think you’re knickerless but I bet you’re only wearing a tiny thong?’

She grinned. ‘Good guess. Now I suppose I’ll have to take it off and give you a souvenir. But first it’s my turn. Are you going commando, I wonder? Hmmm… Yes, I bet you are, you wicked man!’

He nodded, ‘Correct.’

She looked at his crotch, ‘Go on then, show me!’

Joe glanced around the bar. There was nobody watching. Maintaining eye contact with Gabriella, he unzipped his fly, reached one hand in and pulled out his cock, enough for her to see the bare tip and top of the shaft. escort etimesgut He was sure she would smell him now, knowing he gave off a strong natural sexual aroma. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. She felt her wetness increase, thinking, My knickers must be soaked!

He squeezed his cock back into his pants. ‘Your turn.’

She nodded. ‘Sure, I’ll just go to the ladies’.

He watched her ass again as she slid from the high stool and sidled off across the room. While she was gone he ordered a bottle of champagne and said to his barman friend to hold it on ice for a few minutes because they might need it sent to his room, or hers. He slipped his friend a generous cash tip as he signed for the order.

Moments later Gabriella returned to his side. Before going to her stool she put her hand in his, transferring the tiny sliver of sodden silk to his grip. He felt the wet thong in his palm, glanced down at it and put it in his trouser pocket, then sniffed his fingers approvingly as she watched and giggled.

Before she could sit down again he asked, ‘Shall we go somewhere more private? I’ve ordered us some more bubbly, if that’s ok?’

She grinned and kissed him on the cheek. ‘Great idea. Have it sent to my room.’

And so, after a mostly liquid lunch and their stimulating fun and games in the public bar, they found themselves in her suite. She immediately pushed him against the wall and kissed him passionately on the mouth. He pulled her close, reaching down to grasp her athletic buttocks which were straining against the tight skirt. Her hands went to his waist, unbuckled his belt. His hands slid up her thighs to clasp her bare cheeks. He felt her hard nipples as her body pressed against his chest. She felt his cock pressed against her lower tummy. His hands squeezed her buttocks and his fingertips slid between them, feeling the wetness oozing from her. Her fingers deftly undid his fly and pulled out his cock as his trousers fell to the floor. He slid a finger inside her lips, into the pink wetness…

Moments later, clothing scattered across the lush carpet, they were on the bed, nude. He lay on top of her, pinning her down with his muscular body. His cock was pressed against her stomach. He felt so turned on he could imagine rubbing it against her and quickly coming all over her stomach and breasts, but he knew she would expect more than that and anyway he wanted to fuck her properly. She parted her legs and wrapped them up round his waist. This of course spread her pussy wide open. He looked down, across her flat tummy and smooth mound with its downy triangle above bare lips, split by her wet slit. It was time! He edged his cock elvankent escort down between her thighs and pressed the tip against her lips and up across her clit, which was swollen and ready.

She gasped, ‘Fuck me!’

And then he was in, plunging deep into her slender body, the full length of his shaft easily sliding into her. He moved his head down to kiss her breasts, licking and gently biting her nipples as she moaned and pulled him further into her, grabbing his waist as he plunged deeper.

‘Come in me!’ she ordered.

He felt her body bucking, arching up against him as she gripped his throbbing cock with her powerful cunt muscles, as if she was desperate to cause him to climax. He obeyed, thrusting… hard, soft, in and almost out, then deep again… until he felt that familiar wave of lust, riding through his body and let himself go. With a groan of delight he came deep inside her, spurting powerfully into her willing cunt until he was done, then collapsing onto her, still kissing her breasts, neck, mouth.

‘Now lie on your back,’ she told him.

As he did so, she moved around into the 69 position, kneeling over him, lowering her rear end down over his face and taking his cock between her lips. She licked his cum and her juices from his shaft and lowered herself further. His tongue flicked out to lick her soaking wet slit, tasting her sweet juices and his own cum as it seeped from her. He ran his tongue all along her slit and rimmed her rear hole, causing her to wiggle and push herself further onto his face.

Meanwhile she continued sucking his cock dry and playing with his balls, so that before long he was getting hard again. He continued kissing her cunt, sliding his tongue in a figure of eight across her pussy lips, before flicking the tip against her swollen clit, varying the pace and direction. She gasped and shuddered as he continued to stimulate her, sensing the first wave through her body. And then, with a final few licks, he brought her to orgasm. She moaned as she came, juices pouring out of her, into his eager mouth. He lapped greedily. At the same moment she had his cock down her throat, taking the entire stiff shaft and sucking, feeling it swell and throb. Inevitably he came too, shooting into her eager mouth as she swallowed greedily.

They didn’t leave the room until the next morning, spending the night exploring each other’s bodies and trying all manner of positions and techniques. They even fucked in the shower. And when he was spent, they invited the barman to join in, when he delivered another bottle, to feed her appetite for cock and being fucked. She didn’t rest until both men had fucked her and left her a trembling wreck on the messy sheets. And that was only the first night.

That, Joe had thought, is what I call networking! And now, as he prepared Orchard Cottage, he wondered how this ‘Lea’ would behave and whether she would be so willing and hungry for sex. He would soon find out…

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Author’s Note:

This is the third story in the Seriously Sexy series and Gemma was a character who made her first appearance in Sinfully Sexy. I wanted to write about a female who loves sex and makes no excuses for it.

*

Sassy Sexy

I flicked my wavy brown hair behind my shoulders and strutted confidently down the high street, walking on black patent three-inch heels. I was wearing a long purple winter coat, buttoned all the way to the top and carrying a large beige leather tote bag.

It was a cold autumn day and I was taking a lunch break. I had arranged to meet up with my new friend, Sasha for quick bite to eat.

I had met Sasha two months ago, at our favourite nightclub Halo. We had bumped into each other in the washroom and I had admired Sasha’s beautiful curly brown hair. She in turn had gushed over my smooth dark tresses.

We had bonded over the wash basin and mirror. I have always found making friends very easy, especially with other females.

When I saw Sasha’s hot date for the night at the club, I almost wet my panties. Calum is pure sex on legs — blond, blue eyed and chiseled to perfection. The two are now dating for real and I am a little envious if I am being completely honest.

Oh, to have such a hot guy at my beck and call, to fuck when I wanted. I can feel tingling in my pussy just thinking about this imaginary man and no, I do not lust after Calum. It just isn’t cool to be thinking about your friend’s boyfriend, even if he is delicious to look at.

The following week after my first chance encounter with Sasha, I had gone to Halo again with two of my friends and we had bumped into Sasha and her best friend Grace. As promised, we decided to combine our groups together and spent the night dancing, laughing, drinking and having an amazing time.

Sasha and I exchanged phone numbers and are now good friends. We have been out for drinks and dinner, often alone and sometimes with Grace joining us.

I like Grace a lot and we have something in common, both having Asian blood, but I did find her a little intense at times.

I am definitely more like Sasha. We are both cheeky, loud and slightly outrageous. When we get together, I feel as though we are a comedy duo, bouncing jokes off each other. It’s always fun and we split our sides laughing.

Most people who meet me, expect me to be quiet and reserved. Unfortunately, my choice of career hasn’t helped because I am a manager for a well-known high street bank. I do have to put on a mask of professionalism at work, but in reality, I am sassy, outgoing and I absolutely love sex.

The latter is currently missing in my life and I need to do something about it, before my vagina becomes a dried up coconut husk.

I have always been openly sexual and never hid my love of sex. Men seem to be attracted to me, but maybe it’s the Asian allure and sleeping with me is a kinky fetish. I don’t give two shits as long as I am getting a good fuck out of it.

Lately however, I have been self-reflecting on my choices. I have reached the mature age of thirty-one and I do want something more, maybe even a proper adult relationship, instead of a series of quick flings and fucks.

The problem for me is that I find it easy to hook up with someone for one night of hot sex, but not so easy to date someone long term. The minute a guy shows real interest, I run the other way. Maybe I think more like a man, than I care to admit as I do love the thrill and challenge of the chase.

*****

I finally reached La Parisienne café. It was a French style bistro with a dark red awning hanging over the front. There were a couple of wooden tables and wicker chairs in front, but it was too cold to sit outside.

I pushed the glass door and stepped inside. The place was warm, cosy and lively with lots of people out for lunch. The walls were a pale cream colour and the furniture was in the same style as outside. Along one wall were red velvet seats and a row of square tables lined up along it.

My face broke into a smile when I spotted Sasha at one of the small tables.

“Hi Gemma! Lovely to see you.” Sasha stood up and grabbed me for a big, tight hug. She always hugged well and currently smelt of vanilla musk.

Sasha is quite tall and wore heels too, so I felt tiny next to her, at only five foot three inches (plus an extra three inches, courtesy of my shoes).

“Hi Sash, you look amazing as always.” She had her wild hair loose and had started to wear it down all the time, after she found out how much Calum loved it.

“Thank you,” she said with a big smile. “You look divine yourself. You’ve changed your hair.”

I took off my coat and draped it over the back of my chair. I was wearing a tight black sweater with white edged collar and a long, dark maroon pencil skirt with a large split up the side. It was my sexy bank manager look.

As I sat down, I touched my wavy hair. “Yes, I needed a change. I’ve had it dead straight for so long, I decided it was eryaman bayan escort time for some bouncy waves. Your curls inspired me.” I smiled.

“It looks amazing,” she said honestly.

A server appeared at our table and handed us two menus and started filling our glasses with sparkling water.

“What do you fancy then, Gemma? I’m going for the croque monsieur. I love the way they make it here. All that delicious melted gruyere cheese.”

“That sounds so tempting, but I quite fancy their steak and chips. This is the only way I’m getting some meat inside me,” I sniggered.

“Oh Gemma! Are you still on the hunt for a man? I swear you always have sex on the brain.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” I replied, “you’re lucky, you’ve got it on tap, with a bloody sex God.”

“Calum is wonderful and hot as fuck. I am very lucky,” she admitted with a sly smile.

“If you start talking about how big his dick is, I’m walking out right now,” I threatened.

She gave me a knowing smile and raised one eyebrow delicately.

“Does he have any brothers?”

I pretended I didn’t know the answer, but of course I was well aware that Calum had three sisters.

Sasha grinned. “Nope, there can only be one man like Calum in this world.”

“Dammit! It’s just not fair,” I wailed.

“He doesn’t have a brother, but I know that Josh does.”

My ears pricked up. “You mean Grace’s Seriously Sexy Josh?”

Sasha and I both started giggling. The title suited Josh well, since he was a quiet and thoughtful guy, but he would have been mortified if he knew we called him “Sexy”.

“Yes. I’ve never met Josh’s brother, but Grace told me that when she met Kyle for the first time, she did a double take. She said he looked so much like Josh, with dark brown hair, but his eyes are more greenish hazel and not dark brown like Josh. He’s two years older, but they look like twins, apparently.”

“Ok, I am officially interested. If he looks like Seriously Sexy Josh, then I need to meet him.” I leaned across the table and grabbed Sasha’s hand. “Can you please set us up?” I was that desperate for a fuck that I was contemplating a blind date.

“Are you sure? I don’t really know much about him, but I think he’s a professional photographer.”

“Shit that’s hot. I’d love him to take me, I mean my photos.” I smirked.

“Gemma, you’re so bad! Let me text Grace now and see if she can get his details from Josh.”

Sasha rummaged in her black handbag and took out her phone. I watched as she sent a message to Grace. Within minutes, it pinged back with a reply.

“What did she say?”

“She says that Kyle is single and she’s just asked Josh for his contact details.”

Another ping. “Do you have it yet?” I asked, wriggling with excitement.

“Hold your titties, Missy, I’ll forward it to you now.”

I heard a beep on my own phone and pulled it out of my bag. I smiled in satisfaction when I saw the contact details for Kyle on the display.

“So what exactly are you going to do, Gem? You can’t just ring Kyle out of the blue and ask if he wants to have sex with you…..can you?”

“Nooooo – I’d like to believe I am classier than that. I’m going to ask him to take some photos for me and pretend I need them for work. If he’s as sexy as Josh, I’m going to seduce him at his studio,” I said with a dirty laugh.

Sasha cackled with laughter. “Jesus, have you just planned that, this very second? I love your style Gemma, but God help Kyle.”

Satisfied I had found a way out of my sex starved existence, we spent the rest of the lunch enjoying our meal and chatting. I asked Sasha to show me some photos of Grace and Josh that she had stored on her phone, so that I could imagine what his brother might look like.

Josh had dark brown hair, cut short with a side parting. His face was angular, with a slightly crooked nose and nice full lips. He often had stubble on his chin and his eyes were dark and mysterious. It wasn’t too difficult for me to super-impose brighter, intense green eyes on his face and pretend it was Kyle.

At the end of our meal, we parted ways to go back to work. My bank was only located ten minutes walk from the café. I spent the afternoon meeting a few clients and discussing their financial and banking needs. By 5.30 p.m., I was ready to leave and said goodnight to my colleagues. We were lucky that being a smaller banking branch, we could keep quite regular hours and not be expected to do much overtime, even at management level.

I lived twenty minutes drive from work and the bank had a small car park behind the office. I got in my black Mini Cooper, put on loud pop music and sang all the way home. I was in good spirits with visions of a Josh look-a-like in my head.

*****

My apartment was in a modern grey block, consisting of twelve flats, spread over three floors. There was no off-street parking so I had to find a resident parking space on the road. Luckily that evening, I only had to park fifty metres escort etimesgut from my building.

I let myself into the front entrance and checked the letterbox for mail. Nothing except for a few flyers for pizza delivery. The building did not have any lifts, but I didn’t mind as I quite liked the incidental exercise and walked quite quickly up three flights of stairs. When I reached the top of the staircase, I turned right and strolled along the short corridor to my front door. Every apartment had the same colour doors — dove grey like the whole building. It wasn’t a depressing colour, but soft and beautiful.

When I stepped inside my apartment, I felt instant calm wash over me. My home always has that effect on me. It is light and cosy, decorated in creams and pale blues. The front entrance leads straight into an open plan kitchen and lounge area. There are huge windows on both sides of the room, with one side overlooking the communal gardens and the other looking out on the street, facing a row of terraced houses. There is a small hallway that leads into a tiny office, bathroom and double bedroom.

After kicking off my heels and hanging up my coat, I went to the fridge to pour myself a glass of sparkling water. I took my drink over to the fabric blue couch in the lounge area and sat down with my phone. I chewed the inside of my mouth and looked at the time: 6.15 p.m. Was it too late to call Kyle?

To hell with it, I decided to just do it, right that very second. Before I had even considered what to say, I pressed call on my phone. As the number started to ring, my heart began to thump in my chest.

A deep male voice answered on the third ring. “Kyle Bates Photography Studios. This is Kyle. How can I help?”

Holy shit, he sounded hot. I lost my voice.

“Hello?” he continued.

“Um, yes, um, this is Gemma.”

I needed to get my act together. I was usually very confident on the phone and was suddenly tongue-tied.

“What can I do for you, Gemma?” he asked patiently.

“Um, hi Kyle. I got your number from Grace….Josh’s girlfriend. She recommended you as a photographer and well, um, I think I’d like to get some portrait images done….. for professional reasons.”

I sounded like a total idiot. Kyle, however, didn’t seem to notice. The moment I mentioned Grace and Josh, his whole tone changed.

“Hey! You’re a friend of Grace and Josh? I’d be happy to help.” He sounded friendly, but his voice was so sexy and I wanted to see the man in person.

“When can I come to your studio?” I mentally kicked myself. Not subtle at all.

“Don’t you want to talk about my pricing and what the shoot would involve?” he answered, back in professional mode.

“Uh, oh yes, sorry. I’m jumping the gun, aren’t I?”

“Well, most clients want to know what my fee is before they decide to book my services,” he laughed.

At this point, I didn’t care if I had to pay a whole month’s salary. I was determined to meet Kyle. I already felt hypnotised by his voice.

“Why don’t I email you after this call with some information and a link to my website, then you can check out my rates? If you’re happy with it all, we can arrange a session at my studio.”

I gave Kyle my email address and thanked him for his help. We finished the call and I sat on the couch, with the most stupid grin on my face.

I had taken the first step in getting the good fucking I needed. Kyle was not going to know what had hit him.

I checked the emails on my phone and refreshed the screen repeatedly until I saw an email from Kyle. Even seeing his name appear in my inbox made my pussy heat up. I really was horny.

His email greeting was friendly, but was then followed by very generic information about his services. He had obviously copied it from another email. I saw at the bottom of his name that he had a link to his website.

I clicked on it and I gasped when the image of Kyle appeared on the website’s home page. It showed him from the waist up only and he wore a denim shirt, rolled up at the sleeves. He was holding a camera and smiling sexily at the person who took his photo. He was so damn hot and did indeed look very similar to Josh, although Kyle’s hair was a little more unruly and he kept it longer. His face had a healthy tan and he had nice straight teeth. It was those green eyes that caught my attention. They were definitely “fuck me” eyes. I started to feel my panties getting damp.

I would bet that potential female clients would book his services, just from this image alone. Good marketing, Kyle. Well played.

I didn’t even bother checking his studio prices. I was going to meet the man and didn’t care how much it was going to cost me. I took a photo of his face using my phone. That way, I could look at him anytime I wanted to, without having to open up his website.

*****

Later that evening, after I had made myself a breakfast style dinner of scrambled eggs on toast, I stripped off my clothes in the bedroom elvankent escort and padded across to the bathroom. It was painted white and had a sink underneath the window, a toilet and a free-standing shower unit in the corner.

My usual routine involved washing my hair thoroughly with an organic lavender shampoo, adding a conditioning mask and then soaping my body until it was squeaky clean. I would normally take my time as I loved having a hot shower and the water cascading over my body always relaxed me. After talking to Kyle, I needed to satisfy the ache in my pussy, so I showered quickly, excitement building as I anticipated what was going to happen next.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my body in a thick white towel and grabbed a smaller towel for my hair. As I walked back to my bedroom, I towel dried my hair quickly, soaking up most of the water.

In my bedroom, I picked up the hairdryer beside my dressing table and blasted my damp hair with hot air to remove most of the moisture. The whole time, my pussy was throbbing, impatient to be satisfied.

Once my hair was semi-dry, I switched off the hairdryer and applied rose scented body lotion over my body, from my feet up to my thighs, over my belly and lingering on my breasts. My nipples puckered as I lightly grazed them with my fingers and Kyle’s face was still in my thoughts. I needed to orgasm badly and I couldn’t wait any longer. I opened the top drawer of my dresser and smiled at the row of sex toys lined up neatly on one side, next to my panties. The lilac rabbit vibrator was exactly what I needed.

I lay down on the bed and switched the rabbit on. It had 12 different functions and 3 speeds. I turned on the first function and the whole dildo vibrated strongly. I pressed it gently against my clit and nearly came as I was already so turned on. I moved it away from my clit and turned the power down a notch and changed it to the second setting so that only the rabbit ears vibrated. The dildo hummed gently and I rubbed it gently against my swollen clit.

I rocked my hips back and forth, while my right hand held the rabbit against my tender nub. I pressed the button to turn up the power and it vibrated exquisitely. It felt so damn good, but not enough. I switched on the vibration for the main shaft and then slowly pressed the tip into my pussy. As it slithered into my tight hole, I squeezed my internal muscles, creating delicious shock waves in my pussy. The rabbit ears simultaneously rubbed against my clit.

My eyes were squeezed tightly shut as the dual sensation felt exquisite and images of Kyle flooded my brain, as I slid the vibrator in and out. When I was ready to give in to my orgasm, I squeezed my thighs together and fucked myself faster. I gasped loudly and moaned Kyle’s name as my whole body started to shake. The waves kept rolling and rolling, spreading from my clit and out towards my stomach and thighs. The whole time I imagined Kyle was fucking me.

Once my orgasm had dissipated and my breathing slowed, I pulled the vibrator out of my pussy, lay back and drifted off to sleep. If I couldn’t have a cock, then nothing could beat masturbating with my trusted rabbit.

Two weeks later

Kyle was a busy man. His business was successful so the only time he could fit me in was two weeks after the initial phone call. The wait was agony. In that time, I had worked myself into a frenzy and used his image to bring myself to a climax on several occasions.

I had even called Grace to try and get some gossip on Kyle. She remained quite tight lipped, not wanting to jeopardise her own relationship with him, especially as she and Josh were moving towards living together and at some point, Kyle might well become her brother-in-law.

Kyle only had available appointments on weekdays, so I had to take half a day off work just to get myself a photo session with him at 10 a.m. on a Tuesday morning. His studio was above a hairdressing salon on Chiswick High Street in London.

I had arrived very early, as I knew traffic around that area was awful and I had to park in a multi-story car park outside a shopping centre.

My fifteen minute walk to his studio, took me on a journey past lots of cafes, coffees shops and little boutiques on the High Street. The place was buzzing, despite it being a weekday.

As I had pretended to Kyle that I wanted some professional images (for my bank’s website), I had dressed rather formally in a long-sleeved pink silk blouse with pearl buttons and a dark grey, mid-calf pencil skirt. I also had on my favourite pair of high heels in black.

The skirt had large black buttons running down the middle and I had to un-do the bottom two buttons just to walk as it hugged my body so tightly.

As the weather was still quite fresh, I had thrown on a black cape and was carrying a cream leather handbag. I had decided to tie my hair up in a high bun with a few loose tendrils framing my face. I wanted to look professional, but still sexy and approachable.

The entrance to Kyle’s studio was between a hairdressing salon and a newsagent. I slowly climbed up the stairs to the first floor, where I found a dimly lit hallway. I walked half along and saw a white wooden door, with a plaque bearing his name.

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Probably I should start by introducing myself. I’m Catherine, Cat for short. My life is nothing extraordinary, nor am I. Just an average sun deprived English girl, engaged to a guy, hoping to one day have some sprogs and a dog together. Living in South England with Mick, my fiance of Meditterenean origin, we have been doing great, all things concerned.

Hence why it was hard dropping off Mick at the airport. I loved that man, we had spent some of my best moments in life together, in the 3 years we’ve been together. Now, he was off to an assignment in Germany, meant to last for 5 months. It would be the longest we’ve ever been separated since our first date.

He wasn’t just my man, but also my best friend. Whether we were chilling in the garden chatting away, or riding his hot body in the bedroom, there was always a good time to be had. We spent the night before in bed, both doing our best to please each other. However, I found it impossible to orgasm, since I was so stressed about him going away for so long. It wasn’t that he didn’t try; he employed his mouth, fingers and sizable dick in an effort to get me off, but in the end I just focused on him, then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

One could rightly say that England and Germany are only a short plane flight afar and they would be right. However, my fiance was working for a defence subcontractor, which meant that he had to live within the facilities of an isolated compound in Bavaria, with no visitors allowed. The closest civilisation was a village 45 minutes away, with a small population of farmers and no airports or train stations nearby. Apparently, my fiance’s company was outfitting some buildings, allegedly used for electronic warfare. That’s all he could tell me. It was supposed to be so secure, that for external comms they were only allowed to use monitored phones with no encrypted messaging. In practice, all he could do in terms of communicating with the outside world that wasn’t work related, were text messages through the compound’s systems. The notion of even having a mutual masturbation session over video was out of the question, so was any form of sexting, apart from sms which would be read by others, or maybe a call now and then, but it would also be monitored and delayed.

In order to keep myself busy, I devoted more hours to work, catching up with friends and visiting the gym. Though I’d cycle pretty much everywhere, I still felt that the variety afforded by a gym would stave off boredom, get me more fit and work out some of my frustration. At least I had a plan in place, I suppose.

The first couple of weeks went by, managing to squeeze in a couple of brief calls with Mick. It wasn’t until I heard his voice that I realised how much I was going to miss him. I mentioned how much I lusted for him and he confirmed that he felt the same. We both knew we’d have to help ourselves at the end, urged both by the lack of sex and each other’s urging to do so. Slowly, over time, we became more daring and more desperate, with our texts getting more and more obscene.

By the end of month 1, my collection of toys was starting to see a lot more action. I now regarded my trusted bullet vibrator and dildos as dear as my girlfriends. Originally, I’d use a dildo while daydreaming about Mick, but over time my imagination started running wild. Every time I tried to bring in a new fantasy, or rework one of my favourites. The way I played with myself and used my toys was becoming a lot more intense, often experimenting with new positions and movements. All sessions culminated with my hand rubbing my sensitive clit, which was the only way I could achieve an orgasm. Reaching 30 without experiencing a vaginal orgasm, with various partners and toys, had convinced me that it was a pipe dream.

Apart from wearing down my toys, I had also made progress at the gym. I’ve managed to get myself up in the mornings regularly, then heading to the gym up to 5 times a week. I could feel that my ass was getting a workout, even though it still retained it’s thick status.

Growing up, I had quite the issue with accepting my body, when only the petite, slim girls with a massive rack would be considered attractive. Over the years, I’ve learned how to take care of myself, how to dress for my body and how to accept who I was. Leaving high school for Uni, then working in London showed me that there are a lot of men out there who’d lust after my type. If you asked me now, if I could change my entire body, I’d still cling on to my b cups, slim waist and chunky butt.

Classes like today’s “Squats, butts and abs” only helped with sculpting and enhancing my natural form. Step machines and yoga were also becoming daily favourites, helping getting some flexibility back from sitting day long in an office. Being in the gym often and on my own also meant that guys were becoming bolder in approaching me. I was by no means the gym goddess; some of the girls there looked ready for a magazine photoshoot. eryaman bayan escort But it was undeniable that some of the guys were taking an interest in me and few of them would chat me up. Not going to lie, it felt nice getting complimented and knowing that I still had it. Especially since some of them were hot as hell. Fortunately, none of them were pushy or annoying.

Combining my ever growing fantasy collection and the frequent flirting by gym goers, it was a matter of time until the two combined. I felt bad at first, replacing my fiance in my fantasies, but mixing it up felt liberating and refreshing. One evening, I’d be riding my large 8 inch dildo, pretending it was the dick of a massive bodybuilder, who chatted me up earlier that day. During the next session, I’d use my smaller dildo and my vibrator, visualising another gym fitty slowly fucking me while rubbing my clit.

One Friday evening, after having a few drinks with my girls, I drunkenly cycled my way back. The warm and humid weather had my thick thighs sweating under my summer dress. It didn’t help that we’ve been talking sex, which got me all worked up. Liz had confined how she took on two guys while at uni, something none of us had known of until now. It gave me an idea though for that evening’s entertainment.

I didn’t miss the opportunity to let my fiance know that I’d be giving my attention to two hard cocks tonight. Our texts became more and more brazen over time. I started joking about my dildos taking my fiance’s place and by now, I was referring to them as impersonal dicks at my service, keeping me satiated and well fucked in my man’s absence. He’d often reply, calling me an insatiable filthy slut, that he can’t wait to give me a good fucking. If those messages were read by a person instead of an AI, we stopped caring. He was probably asleep this time and I received no reply. It would be just the three of us, I thought.

It took me some time to get it right. I kept my dress on, bunched around my waist. They’d fuck me in our one bedroom flat’s lounge, not bothering to get me fully naked. My two suction cup dildos were stuck on the side of our sturdy coffee table and I was lubing them up lovingly, as if I was trying to get them harder.

My largest dildo, a thick, veiny 8 incher would have the duty of spreading my pussy, while the tamer 6 incher would take on sliding into my ass. Mick had pulled off double penetrating me a couple of times – me using his hefty cock and a dildo. I never felt more overwhelmed or fulfilled sexually than those times. I still had to get me off by touching myself, but I’d be a liar if I said that it wasn’t one of the best fuckings he ever gave me. Overall, I’d say that I’d love getting a dick in my mouth, pussy or ass equally, under the right circumstances.

The two dildos were now stacked and lubed up. The soft carpet was a blessing for my knees, as I was kneeling and guiding them inside me. The 8 incher was the hardest to get in, it’s wide head forced me to spread so much, which I doubt I could manage if I wasn’t so horny. The other dildo slipped inside my ass effortlessly, the thin barrier pinched between the two dildos. I gently rolled my hips, then worked myself up into a frenzy. Closing my eyes, I thought of Mick ravaging my ass, while my tight pussy was spread wide by one of my gym admirers. I was being such a slut this time, taking on two men at once. It was so good that was cursing at my two lovers, urging them to fuck me harder, as I slammed my horny body against them. Face down, with a hand finding my clit, I was moaning and sighing. Soon, I was cumming and shaking on the two hard members, screaming as I tipped myself over the edge.I don’t know how long it took me to catch my breath and slide off them, but I remember barely having the strength to walk to our bedroom and fall into a deep sleep.

It was getting close to 2 months since I was left on my own. That day, I was up particularly eary and the gym was quieter than usual. I was trying to get a second pullup in, failing miserably. I was sweating profusely, thinking that I’m destined to have zero upper body strength for life, when he introduced himself. A tall, well built man approached me and I got ready to politely refuse his advance. Though I’ve seen him around before, we never talked until now. His name was Marquis and he was one of the personal trainers milling about the gym floor. He looked way younger than his 45 years. Later, he had to show me his ID to believe that he was not in his late 30s. His elastic white top was basically molded around his hard body, a striking contrast to his smooth black skin. Not going to lie, he looked fantastic

Marquis simply enquired about my fitness goals. Apparently he noticed that my exercise regime was all over the place and wanted to pitch me his services. A bit vain I admit, but I was surprised that he was doing a sales pitch and not hitting on me, like other guys did. He was charming though and escort etimesgut did manage to slip in a compliment. Apparently I looked fine, but he could help me take my form to the next stage. To convince me, he offered a free 30 minute PT session and if I liked his coaching style, we could discuss a discounted package. Honestly, he was right, I didn’t really know anything about exercising with a programme, so I took on his offer. I hate to admit it, but I also accepted because he was a natural charmer, putting me at ease from the get go. The fact that he was hench and easy on the eyes didn’t hurt either. The guy’s tasty spandex clad ass brought the word “stallion” to mind.

We spent the next 30 minutes together, testing my strength and putting together a plan of action. We got to get to know each other, too. Apparently he grew up in a poor, violent environment, then started dealing, before landing in prison. Getting out he devoted himself to self improvement and helping others through coaching. As for his services, the total package included twice a week 45 minute sessions, for a couple of months. Price wise, it was a bargain, compared to the usual rates of other PTs in London. Maybe I was sold the plan before I even knew it existed, but I felt no hesitation in signing up for his services.

One of the recommendations was to forget the scales and use before/after progress photos. At the start of each week, I was meant to take a full body photo in front of the mirror, always in the same clothes, same pose. I should wear something that was form fitting but not tight enough to hide or move things around. When I asked if I should be sharing those photos with him, he laughed and said that it wasn’t required, but it would be good to have. He then added “In more ways than one”. Under his natural charm was a hint of flirtation. I wondered how many times he’d used that line, but it didn’t matter, my mind was made up.

The night before our first session, I spent too much time thinking of what to wear for my progress photos. Going naked would be the best yardstick, but I couldn’t conceive sending nude photos to another man. Yet there was some excitement about showing off myself to someone else, even under the guise of carrying out a professional service. I settled into wearing a two piece bikini. I already had photos in that swimsuit on social media, so I wasn’t doing anything inappropriate, I rationalised.

The top was simply two triangular patches held together by strings, doing a decent job of keeping my tits in place, but kept most of my shoulders and back exposed. The bottom was more interesting; A high waist thong, which I only put on in public after Mick’s insistence. My asscheeks felt so free and exposed when I was walking down the beach and I was so conscious of wearing it. It also felt liberating and sexy as fuck, evident by the lust in my fiance’s eyes. Granted, the photos I posted publicly were from the front only, where the progress photos should cover front, side and rear. I managed to get some decent shots, then nervously sent them to Marquis, noting “I’m ready for tomorrow.”

The answer was swift: “You are a fine woman, but with me you will get super fine.”

The next couple of weeks were brutal, but I learned so much. I texted my fiance telling him that he might feel something different next time he gets his hands on me and I wasn’t lying. I could tell that I was making more progress under Marquis’s guidance, than on my own. Two more times I sent him progress photos and our chatting was getting more frequent over time. I noticed that we’d veer off talking only about workouts, with a bit of covert flirting thrown at me. Unashamedly, I reciprocated.

Week three of working with my PT and I was comfortable with him touching me while being spotted. He’d place hands on me depending on the spotting or correction required. It felt electrifying and I wasn’t sure if it was because I found him attractive, or because I hadn’t touched a man for more than 2 months. He was hard and demanding on me, yet also charming and ever increasingly a flirt. As our relationship progressed, I got the feeling that I had to meet his expectations, both as a client and as a woman. I had to progress and prove him right that I looked better than before. It was me putting on a show and demonstrating that I was a good girl, that somehow I needed his validation. According to a therapist I was seeing when a teenager, this behaviour was the result of my parents’ divorce and growing up without a father. I was looking forward to sending my photos and hearing back from him. At the gym, I’d always work hard, while not missing an opportunity to bend or squat in front of him.

My girlfriends and coworkers all commented that I was visibly in better shape than before. Honestly, I felt proud of myself. Even though I advocate for people to love themselves, there is a sense of accomplishment when you look and feel more fit. I’ve even noticed elvankent escort that more guys would approach me at the gym or when out and about. At the gym, they’d keep their distance while training with Marquis. Maybe it was some jungle alpha male thing men had. All of these made me think I was doing the right thing for me, and by extension, my fiance. I was getting fitter and healthier, so we both could have good times together, right?

One morning, Marquis was spotting me benching, him standing over my head as I pushed the barbell. He has been cheeky and was probably wearing no undies, as his thick cock was outlined, running down his inner thigh. He always had a respectable bulge, but it was never this clear before. I wondered if wearing my thinner yoga pants would yield the same results, if not wearing panties. It was hard to not stare, even when my arms were shaking with fatigue. We’d end the sessions with some stretching and he’d help. He was pressing down on my feet while in the happy baby pose. All I could think was, how perfectly placed I was for him, just drop your knees stud and you will plummet your thick meat inside me. Your balls will smack my tight asshole and your cock will drive straight for my womb.

Fuck, when did I start fantasizing fucking other men in day time? Sure, I fantasised about them when masturbating at home, but never daydreamed of a guy fucking me while he was with me. With his hands on me, his strong muscular arms, connected to that hot body that simply wouldn’t quit, as he pounded my wet pussy… Dammit, focus, Cat!

I had to excuse myself that I was running late for an early meeting, then rushed to shower and go to work. My panties were soaked and it wasn’t just the sweat. That day was the longest ever, feeling hot and anxious, unable to focus on anything. Early afternoon I called quits, told my manager I felt like having a temperature and left. Reaching the flat, I started rushing out of my clothes, before the door even closed shut. I almost tripped and fell as I was peeling off my trousers, making for the bedroom. Mr 8 incher was brought out of his box and he was soon plunged inside me, getting creamed. Lifting and spreading my legs, I went harder and deeper, crying out for him to fuck me. Almost the entire dildo went inside, not a small feat, and I started squeezing it with my pussy. My other hand found my clit and I started working myself to one of my strongest orgasms ever.

“Oh Marquis, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me oh ahhh!” I screamed and felt my entire pussy spasming like crazy, the dildo pushing against my cervix. I kept working the head of the dildo in and out of me slowly, until the aftershocks of my orgasm subsided. In a moment of clarity, I realised that Marquis had become the only man in my masturbation sessions, outshining everyone else, even my fiance. That can’t be good, I thought. Even worse, it felt too good to give up.

The next day, at the office, I was occupied with how I should focus on channeling my thoughts to Mick. I quickly sent him a text, asking how my favourite man and penis were doing and if he was getting any action at the compound. A couple of hours passed until he replied; My fiance explained that he was told off for us spamming their filters with our smut. Apparently this was misuse of company property and a violation, so he was asked to keep it clear or be removed. Although I longed to be with him again, we both knew this was an important piece of work and he couldn’t simply walk away. Essentially, any sexy talk with my fiance was out of bounds. My brain quickly rationalised that fantasising of and flirting with Marquis was simply making up for lost time with Mick, so it was healthy. Like, what was I supposed to do, rewire my brain and become a nun? Yes, fat chance of that happening.

Couple of days later and we were having another gruelling training session. My sports bra and high waisted compression shorts were drenched with sweat, as Marquis had me sprinting and jumping around like crazy. The last bit included pullups and pushups. The push ups were first, with me on shaky hands, trying to stay level. I was about to drop to my knees, when Marquis placed one hand under my waist, only barely missing my mount and helped me go upwards and finish the pushups. The push ups were even worse. I could do up to 4 now, but he demanded 10 from me. I did 3 and was about to quit, when he firmly held me by the hips and pushed me upwards. I kept going until I gave him his 10 pullups, his hands on me all the time. His thumbs settled under my cushy mounts, squeezing my butt. It felt like he was putting no effort in lifting me, though at 5’7 and with my build, I wasn’t exactly a lightweight. That man was strong and I was impressed.

He gave me a high five and praised me for my hard work. I replied that if it wasn’t for him I’d literally be doing fuck all. He laughed and said that all he was giving me was a little nudge, I was doing the work.

“I wonder what would happen if you gave me more than a nudge, then.”

His reaction was to gently laugh, then reminded me to send over “his progress pics”. He had a busy day with clients, but he was looking forward to seeing them tonight, he was planning on “studying them hard”.

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People call me BC. Big Cat. A nickname I’ve had since I was a boy. However, during my years at art college I was known as ‘Fluffer’. These are the stories of that time. Fluffer’s tales.

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“Sorry, but I refuse to be one more sordid, oral Fluffer story.” Charlotte planted herself right beside where I lay (growling) in the tiny hotel’s tiny bed. She was naked and next to me but might as well have been dressed in a hazmat suit a mile away. She pulled on her t-shirt, a fitted black woolen thing with a zip on it, and left me to pine over the plump, pink puckers between her legs, all soapy-fresh from their shower and inches from my kiss. She’d even waxed before our holiday for fuck sake, a promising detail that, now, seemed designed to torture me.

She yanked the sheet off my bobbing erection and frowned at it. “Come on. Up.” She rifled her bag. “I want to see the Venustemple.”

Charlotte was another of Sara’s friends: a polite and neat sculptor with a sixties, Twiggy vibe–a big-eyed Bambi amongst the trustafarian lions in her year. We’d been together one whole week and though we fucked every day of it– even on the plane on the way to our (so called) dirty weekend in Amsterdam–she had a real bee in her bob about the Fluffer thing. She simply would not let me near her vagina with anything other than my cock.

Only meddling, mischievous Sara would have put us together. Worse, we were feeling the pressure of what to tell her. The only thing my lustily satanic little BFF enjoyed more than hooking me up with her lonely friends was grilling us on the gory details after. Half the time it was like she was in the room with us, scrutinising with the expression she reserved for watching porn: Narrowed eyes, chewing the inside of her cheek.

She certainly wouldn’t be interested in the vanilla sex Charlotte and I indulged in. It was sensuous (the lights were off) and sensitive (neither of us said a word) and we came together (both remembered condoms). Don’t get me wrong, it was gorgeous. I loved it. Charlotte loved it. But even she remarked it was nothing that Sara would “squirm over”. Even our quick fuck in the plane’s toilet was just that, no more, no less–Charlotte gripped to me like a baby monkey, gasping into my neck. It was wonderful. But you kind of had to be there.

Meanwhile, right at that moment, Charlotte’s naked bottom was presented to me as she stooped and rummaged. Underneath her bum cheeks, between her thighs and lovely bald lips, was a surprising, but distinct, glistening. It was as if her pussy secretly begged me–begged me–to kiss it. I lunged.

Our ‘lips’ touched and Charlotte screeched and spun, whacking me in the face with her knickers.

“Asshole!” She grabbed her things and darted to the other side of the room where, crimson-faced and jaw grinding, she hurriedly dressed.

“Sorry,” I said.

She flapped at my bouncing cock. “You stay here and have a wank. I’ll see you later.”

Then she was gone and it was my turn to get narky. Embarrassed and sorry eryaman bayan escort for myself, I glowered at my reflection in the ornate mirror above the bed. That was another thing. Charlotte had booked this hotel, famously decorated like a bawdily kitsch Victorian brothel… but why?

This was not working. Sara was going to catch such shit for this. I was going to shower, dress and fuck off. After breakfast.

That’s when the phone rang by my bed.

“BC?” Sara. I hadn’t even said the demon’s name three times.

“What.”

“I’m not…” Stifled cackle. “Interrupting anything?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“I’d suggest you call back later if you wanted to hear us at it, but to be honest–“

“Stop talking. I’m in Amsterdam! Just up the road. Rubbish Alan’s got a stag do and he brought me along. Do you and Charlotte want to meet for lunch?”

“Jesus you can’t wait can you?”

“Sorry?”

“To hear all our dirty doings.”

“OK, you’re in shitty mood. Charlotte there?”

I let my silence scream in her ear.

A long sigh. “Oh BC. Has she dumped you already?”

“She’s gone to some gallery.” Above the bed my still-hard reflection goaded me. “Told me to stay here and have a wank.”

“Yep, too much info. So I guess the hotel didn’t do it for you?”

Aha. “So this place was your idea.”

“A suggestion, that’s all.”

“And her waxing?”

“Oh she did that? What a sweetie. She’s too good for you, dick brain.”

“But– but I don’t get it. Why’s she made all this effort but still won’t let me suck her clit!”

“Fucksake BC I don’t want to know. Stop blabbing every little thing to me. That’s her worst nightmare.”

“Like you’ve never hassled me for ‘juicy bits’ then come on my back!”

“Not over Charlotte. She’s a very private person. I promised I’d never talk about you two with you or anyone else. And if she’s withholding from you it’s obvious she doesn’t trust us not to gossip about her. So thanks for that.” Another raspy sigh. “Anyway, I’ll pop round later.”

“Right. Wait, when–“

“She adores you BC, just give her space.” Click. Buzz.

I slammed the receiver down, then melted. Cock first.

Not even an hour later, I was just coming out of the shower when Charlotte returned. Her cheeks blazed pink as when she left. But now she was biting on a smirk. I covered myself with my towel, half in my new resolve to express unity with her, half to teach her a lesson if our argument continued. I’d shaved my balls too, for the same reasons.

She head-butted my chest. “Don’t do that again.” She pressed her body against mine, her woollen top and jeans rough and cold against my skin.

I held her tight. “Of course. Promise.”

We cuddled. I kissed her neck. Beneath her chilly clothes her skin was feverish against my lips. What’d got her so bothered?

“Venustemple isn’t a sculpture exhibition,” she said to my nipple.

“It isn’t?”

“It’s a museum of erotica.”

“Oh no!”

“What d’you mean ‘Oh escort etimesgut no’?” She walloped my arse. “You think I’m a prude?”

“Course not. It must’ve been embarrassing, that’s all, being there on your own.”

She sighed. Her breath drifted down my ribs. Something squirmed under my towel, sensing well before my brain where we might be heading.

“I’m sorry I’m not as porno as other girls.” She said this so quietly it broke my heart.

I kept my gob shut, tipped her face to me and kissed her. Her lips were hot, and her tongue bolted into my mouth. Not its usual tentative flicks. Afterwards, her eyes shone from behind her fringe.

“I’ve never seen anything like it, BC,” she whispered. “Pictures going back hundreds of years. People doing all this… stuff. Stuff you think only our twisted generation invented.”

I slid my hands up the back of her top, just to feel some skin, the arch of her spine. She hummed and pulled my towel loose then tossed it. She grasped my naked arse and pressed our hips tighter.

I unzipped the front of her top and she didn’t complain. Her hands petted my bottom like a cat pawing a cushion. “And looking at all these exhibits, with other tourists. Innocently. So strange. So open.” She kissed my chest. “It kind of… went through me. How human we all are. And then…” I pulled her t-shirt up. She lifted her arms. Still talking. “In the sixties section, there was this Italian art film about a model who was so beautiful that wherever she went…” I dragged the top off over her head. “Men just ejaculated!” She tittered, pushed her perky breasts to my skin. Her nipples hardened.

“You liked that?”

She looked up at me. Nodded stiffly. Her cheeks flared and she looked down again, coyly I suppose, except for gazing at my bucking cock. She brushed her fingertips over my length, squeezing my new, bald balls. “Oh I see… Nice.” She tossed another glance at me. “Is that for me?”

I shrugged. Her hot palm cupped me and she hummed again. I wondered why I hadn’t always shaved down there. I have ever since though.

“I loved it. All those men, jetting fountains. For her. Over her.” She squeezed me lightly, addressing my happy, bulbous head. “Imagine being that desirable.”

I unfastened her jeans. “You are.”

She smacked my arse. “Corny.”

I yanked her jeans and knickers over her hips and she writhed out of them. “Anyway,” she continued, “I know you think that. I realised there and then. You really do desire me, don’t you? So much you could just…” She made fireworks of her fingers, flashed doe eyes.

I stood back from her and looked her up and down. She presented herself awkwardly, twisting one ankle. Fingers reached to cover her mound, but faltered. Charlotte had the kind of flawless, smooth body that looked primmer naked than clothed. I bit my knuckle. “Mama Mia!”

She sucked back a grin. Peered at my hips. “I make you want to cum?”

“Everywhere. All the time.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, elvankent escort crossed her legs. She kicked a foot. “Prove it.”

I grasped my cock and rubbed for her.

At first, she flicked embarrassed little smirks at me, curling her toes, and blushing from cheeks to breasts. But soon my fist work mesmerised her and she smouldered. Then all politeness was gone and she settled back, uncrossing her legs and letting her knees sag apart.

I groaned. She smiled, lifted a foot onto the bed beside her. Her slot was shockingly wet.

“F-fuck.” I lunged my hips forward in a performance of being about to cum, then realised I probably could.

Charlotte flopped her knee to the side and sent a fingertip along her groove. “Yes…” she whispered. “Fuck yes.” She itched her clit.

I leant over her busy fingers, jerking my fist hard enough to jiggle my balls for her. I growled, gritted my teeth.

“No don’t cum don’t cum…” she blustered. “Not yet.”

Her big eyes hooded into burning slits and she draped across the edge of the bed, positioning her face under me then wriggling and twisting to lie on her back. She gasped, whether at me or her reflection above us I don’t know. Maybe because she squeezed her cunt, curling a finger knuckle-deep inside. I shuddered over her spread nakedness, her neat curves a delicious contrast to her panting hot up at my balls.

Then her tongue.

A rising surge lifted me onto my toes.

“Hmm!” She lapped my balls and butterflied her knees, plunging two fingers in and out of herself with obscene, sloppy sucking sounds.

I locked solid, cried out, then erupted, spraying her from chin to breasts to mound. Jet after jet after jet. She laughed, scooping cream to aid the flapping between her legs, her tongue running riot under me as I spasmed above her, covering her graceful form in more cum than I ever thought I had.

I quit rubbing to woozily concentrate on staying upright. Charlotte was still in the zone and licking the underside of my pumping head, igniting as if my orgasm’s last drips carried the fire from me into her. She curled her head back and sucked the end of my cock as if she could draw her own climax from it. And somehow, she did. She arched, jerked at her fingers. Stuffed moans swelled into stifled screams.

A round of applause broke out in the room next to us.

Charlotte’s grunting cries softened into laughter, still muffled by a cock that would probably be hard the rest of its life. She released me and glinted up at the mirror.

“Oh dear,” she said. “What a lovely mess we’ve made.”

She sparkled up at me, one hand trapped between her thighs, the other taking hold of my cock and using it to wipe the cum off her cheek, then licking it clean. I juddered and we were both so post-coitally stoned we even giggled at this.

“You’re still so hard,” she cooed. “Wanna try again?” She sucked me back into her anyway.

That’s when the door flew open. “Knock-knock bitches!” Sara declared. “I’m hungry!”

She stopped like she’d walked into a wall, took in the sight of me towering over her shy friend–laid out naked and plastered in cum, my cock in her mouth.

Sara wedged her hands on her hips. “FuckSAKE, BC. What part of ‘give the girl space’ did you not understand?”

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How did we let the laundry pile up like this? Ugh, we so need a cleaning lady. Filling the laundry basket, I haul it over to the laundry room. Leaning over the basket, I’m filling the washing machine when Victor comes up behind me rubbing what feels like a very hard cock into my ass. “What are you doing sweetie?” he asks. I can’t help myself and offer this smartass response “If you look really closely I think you can figure it out.” I quickly get a swat across my ass for my saucy attitude. I try to stand up but Victor has his hand on my back keeping me bent over, my ass against his cock. Taking the hint I continue to fill the washer as Victor grinds into me. He tells me that he’ll waiting for me in the bedroom when I’m done, then he slaps my ass once again and leaves. Smirking, I think, “Oh he wants to play does he…”

Walking into the bedroom I find Victor sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard, his legs laying straight out in front him and his cock sticking through the slit in his Budweiser pj bottoms. I lean against the door jam crossing my arms and we stare into each other’s eyes for a few minutes both of us with smirks on our faces. I slowly remove my clothes as I saunter towards him. Naked I crawl onto the bed on all fours towards him. I smile and lick my lips when I notice his cock twitch. My tongue darts out and quickly licks the tip. A low moan escapes his lips. Victor’s eyes are dark with lust and it’s making my pussy cream. I’m still feeling a little saucy so I slowly and deliberately lick his cock from the base to the tip. Victor reaches out his hands and I know what he’s trying to do so I move my head out of his grasp. His eyes get dangerously dark then I hear that sexy growl that he knows drives me wild. I’m not ready to give up my little game yet so I jump off the bed and run from eryaman rus escort the room giggling. I think he’s surprised at my actions so it takes him a minute or two to react. Running through the halls I slam doors along the way hoping that it will distract him.

I run into the laundry room hoping the noise from the washing machine will cover any noise I might make. I listen as he opens several doors along the way, checking each closet and room and calling out to me. I can’t help but giggle a little. I quickly cover my mouth hoping he didn’t hear that. I silently listen, not hearing anything I lean closer to the door concentrating on trying to determine where Victor is within the house. I scream and practically jump out of my skin as two hands come up behind me grabbing my tits hard pushing me up against the door in front of me then I hear Victor whisper “that giggle gets you into trouble every time”. I laugh out loud at that comment but Victor is no longer playing, I think I’ve pushed my luck a little too far this time. Using his leg he pushes mine further apart and I think regretfully “I probably should have grabbed some clothes to put on”.

Victor’s arms are holding mine tightly, his body firmly bracing mine against the wall. I can’t take the silence anymore and begin to ask him what he’s going to do when I suddenly feel at least 3 fingers being rammed into my pussy. Moaning loudly Victor’s fingers piston in and out of me. I feel my orgasm building, my breathing increases and just as he’s about to take me over the edge the fingers disappear. Confused I turn my head to look at him and he’s looking at me with a huge grin as he slowly sucks each one of the fingers that had just been in my pussy. As the last finger leaves his mouth he says, “two can play that game”. He pinches both of nipples causing ankara escort bayan me to moan then chuckles as he turns and walks away. My breath is still ragged as I take a moment to compose myself.

I reach down to my pussy running my finger through my lips and dipping it inside, I am so fucking wet. Like a heat seeking missile I practically stomp to the bedroom determined to get what I want. Victor will finish what he started damn it! I can’t help but laugh when I enter our room and find him laying naked on the bed his beautiful round ass on display. He shakes it at me and I giggle. Climbing onto the bed once again I slide my body up against Victor’s, my hard nipples scraping against his rock hard ass. I make my way up to his neck kissing and licking, nibbling on his ear my hips rocking into his.

I once again dip my finger into my pussy coating it with my juices then run my middle finger between his ass cheeks, pushing it against his rosebud. I feel him clench his cheeks and I whisper into his ear, “shhhh baby, it’s okay, I’ll be gentle”. I feel him relax a little. Meeting a little resistance I push a little harder when suddenly my finger slips in and Victor grunts loudly. Slowly I pull my finger out and slide it back in over and over again. I smile as I notice his hands tightly grip the sheets and I hear a low moan.

Without any warning Victor growls loudly, pushes me onto my back and like a wild animal mounts me driving his cock deep inside. My back arches as I take every inch, I cry out “fuck me hard baby, I love that rock hard cock driving into me”. Victor’s hands are entwined with mine as he continues to pound his cock into me. We stare into each other’s lust filled eyes and I realize how grateful I am to have him in my life. I close my eyes to enjoy every feeling my body elvankent escort bayan is experiencing then Victor suddenly takes my nipple between his teeth and bites it just enough bringing my orgasm cascading through me. My pussy clamps down on his cock and I feel him explode inside me. He collapses on top of me. After a few minutes he rolls off me onto the bed and I curl up in his arms my body tight against his and we fall asleep.

As I slowly wake up, I smile as I feel Victor’s arms around me, he is gently snoring and his face is nuzzled into my hair. I lie there luxuriating in the warmth of his body and as usual, when I am in his presence my thoughts turn naughty. Gently slipping out of his embrace I move down the bed towards his cock. Clearly he is having a nice sweet innocent dream because his cock is not hard at all. Mmmmm I love that feeling of his cock growing inside my hot wet mouth. Once assured that he is still asleep I take his cock in my mouth swirling my tongue around it I recognize the taste of my pussy and moan a little. Slowly sucking I can feel it increasing in size so I double my efforts. My hand cups, squeezes and pulls on his balls before I envelop them with my mouth.

My hand stroking the shaft briefly until my lips wrap around his cock once again. I feel him stirring a little and start to suck harder. Victor opens his eyes and looks at me, a smile forming on his lips he takes hold of my head and I feel his hips begin to move as he holds my head while he fucks my mouth. He begins to moan and grunt, getting louder as his orgasm approaches. I love watching that look of euphoria on his face as he revels in the pure joy of a mouth wrapped around his cock. I grab his balls and feel them tighten. Victor warns me that he’s cumming a split second before I feel spurt after spurt hit my tongue. I take every drop he gives me swishing it around in mouth. Crawling up the bed toward him, I kiss Victor, his cum dripping from my mouth to his, our tongues mingling and swirling his cock cream except for that little bit that escaped and dripped down his chin. Yum!

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With a frustrated groan I pushed my body backwards into my chair and leant back on the fake leather chair, rubbing my eyes firmly as the stress of studies and exams was building up inside me, a great fireball of worry and anxiety forming in my gut whenever I looked upon my calendar and the marker circled around the date two days away. Quite possibly the most important exam of my life was fast approaching; and even though I was high up in the class, there was still room for failure.

My step-sister must have heard my frustration, as exactly five minutes after my tantrum break, she emerged in the doorway of my bedroom turned study with a plate and a coffee mug in hand. She stepped up to me and gave me a hard kiss on the cheek, placing the sandwich and black drink onto my desk beside heaps of papers that she didn’t even begin to make sense of.

As she turned to move around the back of my chair, I caught sight of what she was wearing. A simple powder blue pair of yoga pants with a V-neck white tank top that gripped onto her body for dear life, so much so that her cleavage spilled over the low neckline making it the perfect canvas to push one’s face into. Her bra of a similar blue from the lycra leggings was clearly visible under her tight top, given how the cotton stretched mercilessly over the intense curves of her body. Wrapped around her neck was a choker, black, with an aquamarine gemstone that matched her pretty eyes. Her long red hair had been cut, now her ass length hair only reached the light muscle definition of her mid back, but it was as orange, shiny and silky as ever.

“You’re gonna kill it babe.” she muttered, pushing her fingers though my hair to massage my scalp. I sighed and closed my eyes, her massages always did the trick; so perfect with her hands, with just the right amount of strength to make it last. Her nails scraped softly over my scalp, and as I pushed my chair back to press my head on her body the underside of her oversized tits rested on my head. I chuckled, and she giggled.

“Want to fuck?” I asked, tugging on the natural bulge in my sweatpants. my Step-sister scoffed as she worked her hands down to my shoulders to release the tension in them.

“You’re such a romantic man Bro… You gotta at least tease your woman a little before asking that.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m dating such a dick addict…” She giggled and bit her bottom lip, eyes flicking from me to my soft bulge.

“I’d love to, but I gotta be somewhere…Sorry.”

“Again? You’ve been going out all day every day for the last two weeks…”

“I know baby. I promise when I get back, we can see what Hana gave me…I know you’ve been dying to see what’s on it.” I sighed and pushed myself off the chair, standing and facing her. With a glad smile on her face, she accepted my body, wrapping her arms around me as I did her. We kissed, lovingly. But the lusty overtones always overpowered the romance. We both knew that the chemistry we had was perfect for a couple, but even then, it always lost to the love we had for mindless, rough sex.

“When are you going to tell me where you’ve been going?” I asked after feeling her thick curve of an ass. She frowned and shook her head, making her silky hair swivel and sway.

“All in good time. Look…I should get going.” She pushed herself off me and gave my lips one last taste of her lipstick before swaying her hips toward my door. “Oh, and by the way, Claire should be coming over sometime when I’m out, I borrowed some underwear from her and she wants it back.”

“Those black lacy ones you wore after our dinner at that French place?” She grinned and nodded, winking before blowing me a kiss in her sassy, overexaggerated way before leaving my study, and moments later, she signalled her leaving by slamming the door shut.

Claire was over. Perhaps, as Alanah’s best friend, she knew what mysteries she was keeping from me. “Right…Back to work…” I collapsed back into my chair and feasted on my lunch like a starved man who had been in the desert for a week.

Time passed; I did not keep up on just how long it was since Alanah left. All I knew was that it was still the daytime when the anticipated knock on the door came into my apartment. As the small rattle of knuckle on wood sounded my heart leapt into my throat, and almost as fast as my dick got hard, I jumped from my seat and made for the front door. My semi was always apparent when Claire was close, the dark masochist had this untameable hold on me that just made me into a sex hungry animal. With my sister I was delicate, yet rough when needed…With Claire, I was relentless, we resembled animals more than people. My cock had already anticipated what we would end up doing; It had been weeks since I had a taste of the black-haired beauty.

I wasn’t disappointed. the moment I opened the door to see Claire rest herself on the side of the doorframe with her made up face staring up at me with glee I felt a snap within eryaman rus escort me. It was like I had fully forgotten about Alanah’s mysteries and focused fully on Claire. Her brown matte lips pouted into a mischievous smirk as she held a black handbag over her shoulder. The outfit she wore was a familiar one; being almost the same outfit we met in. A black baggy sweater with a crude “Bad Influence” scribbled over the chest area, with black leggings that contorted and curved over her stupidly thick thighs and ass. Her height was elevated with strap on heels that muffled over the hallways carpet.

“Long time no see lover boy…” She said, inviting herself into my home with a confident step. She gripped the handbag with both hands as I closed the door behind her, leaving us all alone. “You know, I never actually thought you and Alanah would start dating…She always gets bored of a man after a week of being her boyfriend.”

“What can I say? I’m a special guy. Not many people know this but I’m quite gifted in some romantic aspects of a relationship.” I moved over past her, enticing her with a cheeky squeeze of her firm, heavy ass as I moved passed her. Of course, she understood the hint; I wasn’t exclusive. I managed to catch her expression afterward, spying how her eyes lit up amongst the darkness of them. As I leant over on the kitchen counter Claire placed her bag on the coffee table with a dense thud before turning to me with her hands on her hips.

“Oh really? Whatever could that be I wonder?”

“My cock, its fucking massive.”

She giggled. A giggle far different to the playful, girly one Alanah would give. Claire’s was far more enticing, like you didn’t know if it was a serious show of sexual affection or just a play to tease. She started flicking her ignited gaze all over me from head to toe. “A lot of men say that lover boy. Not many can back it up.” She started to approach, curling one leg over the other as her thighs rubbed together and her ass bounced. Each time her heels clopped against the floor my bulge throbbed and begged for her, making it even more visible under my sweats.

“In my experience its always the shy, quiet ones who have the biggest cocks. Once there was this guy. Super nerdy, had this stick thin girlfriend…We had an affair and let me tell you his thing was the second biggest I had.”

“Only the second? Who’s the first I wonder…” My chest heaved and thumped like the beat of a war drum, Claire and my Step-Sister always made me feel nervous, horny and excited all at once. She tugged on the waistband of my sweats looking up at me and pouted those lips; those perfect lips. If there was one thing, I wished Alanah would do, wearing matte lipstick like Claire was top of the list.

“He’s this hunk. Second time he ever had sex and he broke my ass and ploughed me like a corn field. He’s dating my best friend. But sometimes I think he wants me as a side piece.”

“Would that be something you’re into?” I asked, leaning forward. She followed, tilting her head to one side that made her black hair hang down to the side as we inched closer and closer. I felt her lips brush upon mine, and we both grinned.

“He’d have to work a little harder. Make me feel as special as that redhead bimbo.” with a mutter she backed away, winking at me before her expression changed to one of a content friend. I watched the raven-haired woman collapse onto the sofa and extend her long legs up to rest on the coffee table, hooking one leg over the other as they squished together. At this point I wasn’t surprised that this mere act of movement turned me on. Everything Claire did had the same effect on me, I had always compared her to a drug, one which caused a heavy addiction the more you took it. She knew that too, whether the story of the affair was true or not, she clearly knew men felt the same as I did for her.

“Coffee?” I asked as she switched the T.V on. She looked over at me and shook her head.

“Anything stronger?” She asked with a raised brow. I grinned and took the hint, instead of moving to the cupboard to retrieve mugs I made for the fridge, stealing two cold beers from the back behind last night’s leftovers. “So, how’s your studies going?” I heard her velvety voice as whilst I slammed the door of the fridge shut and made for the sofa. Claire made no effort to hide the fact that she was staring at the semi in my sweats that pushed against the material harder as I walked.

“Yeah, it’s going good. I’ve been a bit distracted this past year but I’m still projected to get best in class.” Sitting beside her she immediately shifted her body closer to me, close enough that her leg pressed on me and her hand only hand one place to go: my leg.

She took the beer and unscrewed it, flicking the bottlecap away and taking a long swig. I watched as she wrapped her matte lips over the rim of the green glass, it certainly wasn’t the most I had seen her lips spread apart, but even still, I wanted ankara escort bayan her lips around me. She hummed and cocked a brow at me, licking the excess alcohol from her lips. “Impressive. I’ve always been a girl who loves men who uses their mind as well as their cocks…”

“You’re attracted to intelligent men?” Claire nodded.

“Oh yeah, smart is the new sexy lover boy. Don’t get me wrong, can’t be unsatisfied with a guy two times your size with arms like tree trunks, but there’s nothing better than a man who thinks.”

“So, if I told you I’ve been studying all night long for weeks without sleep…”

“Ooooh baby don’t, my panties are getting absolutely soaked…. Oh wait…I forgot I’m not wearing any…” She winked at me, and noticed the throb against my sweats at the statement. I chuckled, wrapping an arm over the back of the sofa around her. She smiled as I did, shaking her head as her fingernails casually scraped against my thigh, closer and closer to my thick bulge.

I pushed myself close to her, taking her in with each passing moment. She smelled divine; an apple fragrance that I only assumed was expensive. She looked over me as I rubbed one of her lycra coated legs, tantalisingly up and down her thigh. She retorted by grasping my girthy shaft though my sweats with a graceful toss of her hair. Just the moment after she groped me, she retreated, releasing her grasp and standing up. “I don’t want you ruining these leggings too lover boy. I happen to like these.”

“You’re fucking killing me Claire…” I groaned as I pressed my head on the back of the sofa. I heard her giggle and click her heels away toward the far door across the room. Mine and Alanah’s room.

“Good. That means when I come back in here with something more appropriate, you’ll fuck me just how I like it!” I only managed to turn my attention to this woman to see her wink and spank her thick ass firmly with a sharp clap before leaving me alone.

For the time it took Claire to get changed, I could have showered and cleaned myself ready for the anticipated time the two of us were about to experience. As I sat there, legs spread wide with a fully erect bulge practically ripping the sweats I wore, I started to think to Alanah. At first, I thought of texting her to see if she was ok, or to perhaps send a picture of what was happening in my sweats. But the moment I thought about going to get my phone, the bedroom door clicked open.

Claire had had enough of letting me wait, emerging from the room in nothing but the black lacy lingerie she had come over to retrieve. A confident grin painted over her heavily made-up face, those puffy matte lips curling up with a sexual tone that drove me speechless. The bra fit her perfectly, unlike my step-sister who’s tits practically spilled out from it due to their impressive size. Her heels clicked on the floor as she pulled the sides of the thong up her wide hips and turned to show me how mouth-watering her ass looked.

I salivated like a rabid dog, swallowing my spit every few seconds as she dragged her nails up her firm, swelled up booty that chewed and swallowed the fabric between each delicious cheek. “So, Daddy, who wore it better?” she asked before making a sexy pose by showing off her side profile and tracing her hands up her thin body and average sized bust.

It was only natural that I started to massage my bulge. Not just for the sweet pleasures of those erotic tingles, or to milk pre out of me to soil my sweats, but to tease back. I knew she loved it as much as Alanah, only that she was far less likely to react with such cute eagerness. I caught her staring as I peeled my foreskin back and forth over my head though my clothes, with the indentation clear I bit my lip.

“I can’t decide from this far away baby, I’ll need a closer inspection.” She laughed whilst she twirled her black hair though her fingers. With a roll of her eyes, she slowly and deliberately stepped toward me, ensuring that her hips swayed with the curve of her leg moving in front of the other. She sped up after a few steps, licking her lips as she stood between my spread apart legs. With her hands on her waist, she turned and wiggled her perfectly huge ass in my face.

Claire moaned hoarsely as I groped it, kissed it, nibbled on a cheek and squeezed the other. I felt the firm grip of her hand scrape through my hair as she rubbed it in my face. “Mmmm, well your ass is certainly better…”

“My ass is just as big as your girlfriends Daddy.”

As I motorboated her ass and pulled the lace from her crack I chuckled and snapped it back with a scathing rattle. “It’s just as big, but yours is formed much better…If only I had them both smothering me.”

“Be careful what you wish for lover boy, you think you can handle us both in sexy underwear?”

“I’ve handled you both before, I’ll do it again.” I said as I parted both cheeks to begin to tease her asshole, but it seemed like something elvankent escort bayan beat me to it. sandwiched between her large and firm butt was a small circular black jewel. I grinned, and pinched it between my fingers to tug on it. Claire’s entire body recoiled, and her grip on my head stung as she dug her claws into my scalp.

“Naughty boy, who said you could touch my toy?” She moaned out between the restless gasps and vibrations that rocked her entire body. “Just for that…” She started, stepping away from me and bending over at the hips to take something from the table.

“We get to watch whatever filth is on this.” She presented the familiar looking object to me. A small memory stick. The very same Hana had given to Alanah, the one that I wanted to watch with my step-sis when she got home…My eyes widened with excitement, and before I knew it the black-haired girl was at the T.V, slotting it into the usb with a click.

“Clothes off lover boy. I want to snack on something while we watch a home movie.”

I did as she asked, standing to pull my shirt over my head and to pull my sweats down. My cock bounced out and swayed to side to side, slapping against my legs before it settled straight forward; head peeled all the way back with its weight bending it down ever so slightly at the base.

Claire pouted and let out a soft hum of pleasure upon seeing my third leg, the fact that the erection on such a beast was all her doing. “Damn, seeing that thing never gets old…” she said, eyes now exclusively on my penis rather than any other part of my body. We sat together on the sofa, with my legs wide and Claire leaning over to grasp my cock with both hands. Even with two balled up fists on it a good five inches was left unheld, but my raven-haired side chick only smiled and licked her brown matte lips at the perfect opportunity to suck and pump me at the same time.

Just as I softly wrapped a hand around her neck to pull her into a kiss the screen on the T.V changed from the black reflection of us to a large bed, and sitting upon it, a thick white dildo not too dissimilar to my appendage’s size; albeit with less popping and throbbing veins at the mere touch of a woman. As we kissed and I softly squeezed on Claire’s neck that made her groan in my mouth, we both looked at the video from the corners of our eyes. It was still empty, not anyone in sight, but I felt my heartbeat through my body; almost like I could hear the blood pulsing through my body, rushing to my cock. Claire teased my lips, nibbling softly on them, pulling back softly like she was tearing it from a carcass, it was firm, and it stand just a little, but with pleasure of her hands pumping my shaft quickly overtook that feeling.

From the T.V a figure emerged, clad in the blacks and whites of a skimpy maid outfit. Complete with white thigh-highs and frilly uniform. Hana had dressed up. It caught Claire’s attention, pulling herself away from the make out to kiss her teeth. “That’s not Alanah…I was hoping to see you fuck her while you shove that toy in her ass.”

“No… That’s Hana…My old crush.”

The girl on the video, Hana, grinned cutely, tracing her hands up her slim body then up over the ample curve of her bust. The cute girl winked, that made me throb and squirt pre. “Hi. If you’re watching this, then I want you to hook up with me. I figured I’d give you a little show to see what a night with me would be like…If my body doesn’t already want you to come to my dorm and do some fucked up shit together, maybe this video of me with Mr. Stud will convince you.” Reaching forward for the dildo, she slowly dragged her nails up the plastic; starting at its perfectly spherical testicles, then up the base, her eyes fixed onto it; and from her glossy lips, a string of saliva drooled down.

“Wow…She’s dirty.” Claire said. She started to slow her pumping to go a more deliberate, and effective approach. I looked at her, moaning as her thumb firmly rubbed my dick clit with the pre that had begun to constantly flow once again from my shaft. “I can see why she had you on the hook lover boy.” Her nail pressed against my most sensitive area; the jolt rocking my body and with it, a hard seethe escaped my lips. Claire giggled that same devilish giggle she always sent my way. She repositioned, kneeling on the sofa with her heeled feet swinging in the air. Her face was buried in my pelvis kissing and nibbling the base of my monster as her fat, perfectly rounded ass shook from side to side. “Did that hurt lover boy? I guess you just gotta punish me extra hard then.”

Hana had taken the dildo, teasing me with it, prodding her cheeks with its intense, bulbous head; her expression was more than sexy; that fake look of utter shock, that look that put across the idea that this was something the maid had not anticipated. Just a moment later she forcefully pushed the dildo into her mouth, like a man pulled her to do so. She moaned; eyes wide as saucers as she sucked upon the plastic toy. Claire moaned with the girl on the T.V licking my shaft all the way up and all the way down with her hair dropping over her face.

“Bitch knows how to handle that thing. She’d look right at fucking home between your legs daddy.”

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Paula and Joni graduate to “Cougar Night.” Part 9 in the “Paula’s Discovery” series.

Penny set a late brunch time of 11 allowing the girls to sleep in.

When Paula’s phone alarm chirped at 10, she noticed a text from Tom.

“HOPE U HAD A GOOD TIME LAST NIGHT AND RAISED LOST OF $$$$.” “LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING U TOMORROW NIGHT.”

Paula was still not sure exactly how she felt when she thought of Tom. She knew she still loved him and didn’t want that part of her life to change but she was also enjoying the new experiences. She felt lucky that he supported her adventure but hoped there would be no adverse effects.

As Paula finished the light make-up job she heard the knock on the connecting door and opened it to see Sheila in her warm-ups; the now-standard breakfast uniform of The Club. Paula grabbed her jacket, slipped it on over her sports bra and grabbed her key card.

Both ladies were refreshed by a good night’s sleep and the late wake-up. As the elevator descended to the ground floor neither spoke but the knowing smiles indicated they were both thinking of the activities of the previous evening. Paula smiled when she thought that if someone told her two months ago that she would have had an experience like that she would discount them as a lunatic.

Surprisingly, Penny and Anne were already seated at a large table with mimosa’s and a small plate of fruit and yogurt. They smiled as they greeted Paula and Sheila. Penny waved to the young waitress and pointed to the two ladies and to the mimosa glass in front of her. The girl smiled, nodded and headed to the bar. Paula and Sheila walked to the buffet, made some light choices and when they returned to the table, they found mimosa’s at their places. As they took their seats, Marge and Joni joined them and the waitress headed back to the bar.

This girls enjoyed breakfast, surprised at how hungry they were and then realized the empty seat at the table. As if reading each other’s minds, Penny offered that Jane and Rob had seemed to get along well the previous evening and the girls smiled and wondered as one.

Almost on cue Jane appeared. Although smiling and animated Paula noticed she did look a bit tired and was moving a little more deliberately than normal. The attentive waitress noticed the new arrival and had a mimosa for Jane almost before she sat down.

Penny took charge and raised her glass. The girls responded in kind and Penny offered a toast.

“To a record-breaking fundraiser and some new shared experiences.”

The girls toasted each other around the table.

Turning to Paula and Joni, Penny said, “We have certainly enjoyed your company this weekend and I hope you have enjoyed ours.”

Joni nodded with uncharacteristic energy and the girls laughed, hoping that what they had apparently unleashed in Joni would have positive consequences.

Penny continued, “Despite the fun, the weekend’s activities were designed to give you confidence in yourselves and to help you enjoy your sensuality.” “We all feel that a lady has the right to pursue her pleasure but societal conditioning has not given us the comfort and skills that may require.”

“We have one final exercise for you if you are still willing to accept the challenge.” Penny said, part statement and part question.

Paula and Joni looked around the table and then nodded enthusiastically at Penny.

“Tonight is cougar night.” “Each of you must choose a younger man and,..how should I say..,,ensure that all your needs are met for the rest of the evening,” Penny said.

Paula knew there was a rite of passage for the group but when Penny spelled out the evening’s activity Paula had a flood of different emotions. Amazingly, her first thought was not of the risk to her marriage. Although Tom could not have known the specifics he had encouraged her to enjoy the weekend and she had to admit the previous days had been very liberating and exciting. Her moment of doubt was instead whether she could fulfill the night’s objective to the satisfaction of Penny and the others.

In short, was she up to the challenge?

Joni looked at Paula with a look of bewilderment but as Paula smiled, so did Joni and in that instant they traded energy that would get them through the night.

Penny continued, “We, as always, are focused on your safety and this hotel was not chosen at random.” “Some large corporations, use this hotel for their employees who are in town for training or conferences and other organizations use the hotel and its conference rooms for training and seminars.”

“This week Bob has a class of new sales personnel, all young and predominantly male and this week there is also a medical seminar and some corporate entities are holding new-hire training.” “That should provide ample opportunities and a diverse selection for you,” Penny said with a sly smile.

“Sheila and Marge and I will be in the bar to make sure you are safe and I have retained the service of a trusted ankara eryaman escort bodyguard who will be available at a moment’s notice.” “Please provide an extra key to your rooms so that he can assist if you text or call my phone,” Penny explained.

Paula wondered if the service of Penny’s friend had ever been needed but felt comfort in knowing that she would be protected and more importantly, that The Club had taken her safety very seriously.

Penny looked at Paula and then at Joni to gauge their response.

To the surprise of the group Joni spoke first.

“Why must we choose younger men and how much younger should they be?” she asked.

There were smiles around the table as the others knew what was coming.

“In reverse order, we expect the men to be at least ten years younger…although we don’t require you to check driver’s licenses for birth dates,” she smiled.

“As to why, there are two main reasons,” Penny began. “The natural order is for women to be pursued by older men.” “We have discovered it is more empowering and liberating to prove that we are capable of attracting men whom we might naturally think would not be interested in an older women.”

“The second reason is that younger men are….,” Penny paused for the girls to complete her sentence.

“Young, hung and full of cum!”

Penny smiled and explained further, “Part of the intent of the night is for you to have the experience of being completely satisfied with both the type and quantity of the young man’s service.” “Since this is a purely physical and erotic encounter we want you to experience complete fulfillment.”

To Paula’s surprise, Anne spoke up. “Choose wisely girls.” “If you have ever seen a man with characteristics you find intriguing and wondered what it would be like to be with him, tonight is your chance to explore.”

The girls returned to their plates and soon small talk and teasing about the previous night’s activities flowed. Although no one asked specifically, everyone still wondered about Jane’s evening but no one, including Marge asked.

After second trips to the buffet and a quick sampling of the dessert table Penny provided more details. The group would meet again at 5 for an early light dinner at a casual restaurant a block away. After dinner they would dress for the evening and be in the bar by 8 when the “meet and greet” events of the hotel guests would be over and the Skybar would begin to fill. Paula and Joni were to enter separately and find seats at the bar without acknowledging that they were acquainted. Sheila and Marge would be nearby and ready to intervene if needed to rescue the ladies from unwanted “hard chargers” who may be in the room.

One surprise detail, their outfits for the evening had been chosen by the girls in the Club and prepared by Anne’s assistant. When they returned from dinner she would arrive at their rooms with everything they needed for the evening along with the make-up artist from the night before.

Sheila suggested that they get in a little exercise and Paula had to admit stretching out and occupying her mind for an hour or so would be a welcome break. They excused themselves and walked toward the elevator.

Paula selected a pair of bright blue tights and pulled a pair of loose black shorts on over them. She layered a black tank top over the white sports bra. As she looked at herself in the mirror she heard the knock at the adjoining door and Sheila stepped in. She wore a pair of black leggings with similar loose shorts over her hips. She too had a sports bra with a layered tank top over but the look was different as the sports bra was filled to capacity and lifted and displayed her “girls” to advantage.

Sheila smiled and said, “I have to wear shorts to cover my big ass, but why do you wear them?” she asked with a smirk.

Paula retorted, “I could say the same thing about your tank top and your great tits.”

Sheila pondered the comment for a moment and then pulled the tank top over her head, looked at Paula and asked, “Happy now?”

Paula laughed and turned toward the door but Sheila grabbed her arm and said, “If this is how we’re going to play this game, then you’ve got to lose the shorts.”

Paula felt herself blush but this weekend had been one first after another so she slid the shorts down, let them fall around her ankles and stepped out of them.

She smiled at Sheila and opened the door.

Paula felt a little uncomfortable knowing that the tights molded to her butt and left nothing to the imagination but she felt confident and excited. She thought about the evening ahead and wondered if she could live up to the challenge.

As Paula and Sheila stepped off the elevator on the 10th floor, they saw that the workout facility had a nice view of the city. Paula liked to have some source of distraction as she used a bike or treadmill. The attendant handed them towels as the girls flashed their room keys and Paula was pleased to see escort elvankent the facility was not crowded at mid-day on Sunday. Paula and Sheila paused and looked around the room just as a young man entered the room. He was about 5’11” and Paula guessed late 20’s. Short blonde hair, and although he wore loose workout gear she saw that he had a tight, swimmer’s build.

He politely checked in with the young attendant and the girls both noticed the cute pert attendant move quickly to “flirt mode”, but he seemed a little shy and intent on his workout mission. He stepped past Sheila with a polite nod and smile and as he turned toward the workout machines Sheila noticed that he stopped as he saw Paula’s shapely butt. Sheila smiled and decided she might have some entertainment now that she had categorized him as an “ass man.”

“Too bad,” Sheila thought to herself, “nice body and I haven’t had enough fun yet this weekend.”

Paula didn’t notice and stepped onto a treadmill along the windows, hung her towel over the handrails and looked at the control panel. It was a type similar to the ones at her gym and she felt right at home. Sheila faked a look at her phone and watched as the young man covertly chose a weight machine behind Paula and began his workout…..both of them enjoying the views. Sheila chose a bike, off to the side of the room where she could watch the only action in the room…so far.

As Paula settled into her routine, she noticed someone on a weight machine, reflected in the glass behind her. It was difficult to see much detail but he appeared to be younger and very fit.

Paula smiled as she mentally repeated their club “motto”, “Young, hung and full of cum.”

After about fifteen minutes of an easy jog pace, Paula saw Sheila move to the machine next to hers. As Sheila started the machine and began a walking pace, Paula noticed a big grin on Sheila’s face.

“Do you know you have an admirer?” Sheila offered.

“What do you mean,” Paula responded.

“There were lots of other machines available but he picked the one behind you,’ Sheila explained barely containing her glee.

“Is he cute?” Paula asked, playing along.

“Very nice,” Sheila said emphatically, “and from what I could see during his workout, very well endowed.”

“You know what Penny would say,” Sheila reminded with a smirk.

Paula felt her skin flush but found that she enjoyed the thought of her ass getting attention from a young man, maybe tonight would be better than she thought?

As the treadmill program entered the cool down phase, Paula felt invigorated and began to wonder what she would do as she stepped off the machine. Should she pretend that she didn’t notice him or should she challenge him?

Paula grabbed the handrails as the machine stopped and reached for the towel. She held the towel to her face and neck and stepped off the side away from Sheila. As if she could sense Paula’s dilemma Sheila smiled and nodded her head back toward the young man.

Paula turned and stood for a moment facing toward the young man as she dried off with the towel and decided to acknowledge his presence and see what reaction she got. As she began to walk past him he was finishing a “rep” and sat up, straddling the bench. Paula smiled at him and was surprised that he blushed and seemed shy as he returned her smile, perhaps wondering if she had been aware of his covert admiration. This ruined the mental image she had of a leering young man focused on her butt. Still, he chose this machine instead of several others so she amended her mental profile of him as a discrete, professional-type.

Paula liked that type.

Paula picked up a bottle of water from the chiller and allowed herself to relax and refresh. She was now behind the young man and it was her turn to enjoy the view. Although there were other young men in the workout room, he seemed to be by himself and was concentrating on his routine. Paula watched in fascination as he worked his leg muscles and as his thighs flexed she could see what looked like a very tight, muscled butt inside the loose shorts.

Paula liked that type too.

As Paula sat, deciding whether to do a light workout on the weight machine or simply continue to enjoy the view of what was now several good-looking men in the room as she waited for Sheila to finish, two 30-something men walked past her to the water cooler.

“Did you see the rack on that Milf on the treadmill,” one quietly said to his buddy.

“I sure did,” his buddy responded. “My mind kept hoping she’d fall out of that sports bra.”

Paula was pleased that she now had something to tease Sheila about.

As Paula told Sheila about the conversation she overheard, Sheila said, “Just because you and Joni are the focus of the weekend doesn’t mean you’re the only ones who can have fun.” “It’s nice to know I can turn some young heads.”

The girls spent the rest of the afternoon napping and relaxing and then etimesgut escort bayan began to get ready for dinner. After showers they put on the uniform of the day which was casual slacks and tops and comfortable shoes. Somehow, Paula knew the evening’s attire would not include flat shoes. Dinner was the fun easy exchange of friends who were now comfortable with each other. Sheila had too much fun telling about Paula’s admirer in the gym and Sheila told of the overheard conversation as a badge of honor. Paula looked at Joni from time to time and sensed some nervousness but since she would be lying to say she didn’t have some doubts of her own, she tried not to let the conversation turn in that direction.

After dessert, Penny asked for the extra room keys from Paula and Joni and gave the girls phone and text instructions in case one of their guests got a little out of hand. Penny said there had never been a problem and as long as she was involved there never would be!

Paula and Sheila returned to their rooms and opened the connecting door. As Sheila laid out her ensemble for the evening, Paula felt a little awkward not having any decisions to make for herself but with a sly smile Sheila assured her that everything would be arranged for her.

At 7, there was a knock at the door and Heather, the makeup artist from the previous evening arrived and quickly had Paula sitting at her desk chair with a drape to protect her warm up suit from any make up smears. When Paula saw herself in the mirror she was stunned and pleased. Her look for the evening was much sexier than “business’ makeup but not quite as far as the look from “Slut Night.” The look would be one of an office professional out for an after work drink but still be extreme enough to give her the feeling of playing a role rather than being herself. Red lipstick but with a little of the smoky-eyed sensuality of the previous evening. As Heather packed up her bag, there was another knock at the door and Sheila opened the door. Anne and her assistant were there with shopping bags and a hanging bag. Paula’s pulse quickened as she wondered what they had for her.

The three conspirators were enjoying the drama as Paula stood and they made a great show of laying things on the bed. There was a shoe box and a smaller bag with the logo of the lingerie shop they had visited earlier in the weekend. With flourish, Anne opened the zipper on the bag and withdrew a beautiful, finely tailored, pin-striped suit. Paula instantly felt relieved that she would be wearing something she was comfortable with but then she noticed the sly smiles on the faces of Anne and Sheila. It took Paula a moment to notice but the skirt was a little shorter than she was used to seeing.

No, the skirt was a lot shorter than she was used to seeing.

Paula’s heart rate increased.

Anne couldn’t resist and said, “Marge suggested this as something you can use again when you need to make a stronger argument for a client with a weak case.”

Feeling suddenly very self-conscious, Paula was glad when Anne said, “We’ll leave you to get dressed.” “We have another delivery to make and we need to be upstairs in less than an hour.”

They gathered up the other bags they left by Paula’s door and headed down the hall. Sheila smiled and said, “I’ll be next door getting ready.”

Now alone, Paula, opened the lingerie bag and saw beautiful black silk and nylon. There was a lacy bra, her exact size of course, two sheer black stockings a garter belt. Looking for panties, she saw only tiny triangles of lace with silk behind and with the thinnest of black straps. Tom enjoyed seeing Paula in sexy lingerie and regularly bought her presents from a local shop but even he had never picked anything this revealing. Paula laughed at herself as she was suddenly glad she had chosen the “almost nothing” trim at the spa.

Quickly stripping off the warm-up suit, Paula stepped into what would serve as panties for the evening then slipped on the bra and fastened the small hooks in the back. It of course fit perfectly since Anne knew their sizes. She wrapped the belt around her waist and sat to slide the expensive stockings up her long legs. She stood to adjust the straps of the garters and felt the sexy feeling that always overtook her when she put on erotic lingerie.

Paula picked up the suit and removed a gray silk blouse that was on the hangar inside the suit blazer. It felt exquisite as she pulled it on over her shoulders. She felt it move over her breasts as they were pushed up with the tiny bra and she felt warmth throughout her body and felt her nipples respond.

Paula hesitantly picked up the tiny skirt, unzipped it and stepped into it. When she was how far up her legs it was hemmed, she suddenly had doubts as to whether she could go out in public in it. As she zipped it closed and fastened the single button at the side she walked to the mirror. Paula realized she would need to pull the garters up a bit shorter but even then almost any movement would expose the tops of the stockings.

It occurred to her that in the next few hours she would be removing everything she just put on and she felt an uneasy thrill when she reminded herself she had no idea who would be with her when she did.

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In retrospect, it was probably my fault. The pandemic was hard on everyone, and I had responded by stress-eating: I must have gained nearly 30 pounds. I hadn’t exactly been in amazing shape before, but it hadn’t been a problem for my fiancée, Rachel; she said she never liked guys that were too skinny but preferred a man with meat on his bones. That was fortunate for me, because the days of my being in shape from the Army were several years in the past by the time we met. Rachel was 8 years younger than me, and quite the catch: only 24 when we met, she was 5’3, 130, with curly brown hair and a nice set of c cup breasts: not the biggest I’d ever enjoyed, but wonderfully round and firm. Her crown jewel was her ass, which was just slightly bigger than what would be perfectly proportional to her body, much to my delight. I’m 5’9, 240 and balding, and very aware that I scored a girl well out of my league.

We had been together for 3 years before the pandemic. I had proposed about 6 months before it hit, and we moved in together a few months things got bad. While I responded by overeating, Rachel began working out more, riding her bike, started lifting weights. 16 months of isolation sent us in opposite directions physically: her stomach flattened and toned, highlighting her breasts and newly toned ass, while mine expanded until it began to dwarf my already painfully average penis. Predictably, our sex drives diverged too: I wanted it less and less, as my increasing obesity robbed me of my stamina. Our sex became quicker and quicker, as I couldn’t last that long, or pound her the way she likes it (they way I used to be able to); increasingly I would tire quickly, asking her to finish on top of me so I could just lay there catch my breath. This was a problem for her, because her sex drive had gone through the roof as she got fitter, and she demanded more from my cock just as it was capable of less and less. This led to a lot of embarrassment on my part, because while she assured me it was no problem and she still loved me, her frustration was evident. However, I wanted to think that everything was ok…so I did. It was against this backdrop that, having finally got vaccinated and with the world opening up again, we met up with friends for the first time.

Mike and Judy were the couple of the group with a big back yard, so that made it natural for us to gather at their place in the suburbs. Terry and Sarah picked us up, and we all drove down together with food for a cookout and an overnight bag for a sleepover. When I rang the doorbell Mike ushered us into his living room, where we all had a big reunion. Mike greeted me first with a big hug, and I immediately noticed the difference in his physique; you didn’t miss a transformation like this. Two years older than me and two inches taller, Mike had long been overweight, even heavier than me. When I remarked on this transformation him, he bragged about his 60 pound weight loss, but it wasn’t just that: his arms were sculpted, his back was strong, and he looked like a gym rat. He greeted Terry and Sarah, and when Rachel finally came in with the overnight bag he gave her a big hug, which she returned with a smile. I was watching Terry and Sarah reunite with Judy and turned back to see them still hugging. I smiled; it felt good knowing that my best friend and my fiancée got along. They were talking, and with everyone else talking loudly on the other side of the room I could only make out snippets of their conversation, like Rachel saying “Wow, you’ve really transformed your whole body!” and Mike replying, “You feel pretty good yourself!” Suddenly I was distracted by Judy wanting to show me a new book she bought. The last thing I noticed as I turned away was Mike’s hand reaching down to feel Rachel’s ass, and then I was caught up in a conversation. The next time I noticed either of them, they were both standing behind me joining in our book conversation.

The rest of the afternoon and evening were a blast. We played lawn games, Mike grilled, we drank and told stories about the good old days. Everyone complimented both Mike and Rachel on the amazing job they had both done getting in shape. I finally asked Mike to be the best man at our wedding (I had wanted to wait until I could do it in person), and he said he’d be proud to do it. I drank too much, and I know Terry and Sarah did too. Mike kept the booze flowing, and everyone had a great time. When it got late everyone began to retire, and Rachel and I went to the guest room. I was exhausted and was asleep before my head touched the pillow.

I woke up with a start. I looked over at the clock and realized that not that much time had passed, not even an hour. That’s when I noticed Rachel wasn’t in bed with me. I went out into the hallway, moving quietly. The door to Mike and Judy’s room was closed. They must be asleep I thought. In the living room Terry and Sarah were asleep on the pull-out couch. Seeing as Rachel wasn’t in the kitchen that left only the family room downstairs where she eryaman escort could be. I opened the door slowly, not wanting to disturb Terry and Sarah, and closed it slowly. Before I had even started descending the stairs, I heard voices speaking softly from below. Is Rachel watching TV? I wondered.

Something made me slow my step and move softly down the carpeted stairs as they twisted around. I leaned around the corner and saw Rachel and Mike sitting on the loveseat, facing me. Rachel wore a tight little tank top that outlined her c-cup breasts nicely; the chilly basement made it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. She wore short, tight shorts. Mike had on a tank top and basketball shorts. The sat very close together, their bodies angled towards each other, so their knees were almost touching. They were having one of those quiet after-party conversations, the kind had by people who hadn’t really been drinking. Wait, had they not been drinking that night? Doubt suddenly gripped me, paralyzing me on the stairs; so, I stood and listened.

“So, yeah, for whatever reason Judy just hasn’t been into sex lately,” Mike said. “I have to nag her and practically beg for it, and when she finally agrees she just sort of lays there and isn’t into it at all. She never orgasms, and she makes it really hard for me to.” The bitterness in his voice wasn’t hard to miss. I had no idea Mike and Judy were having those problems; I listened, openly eavesdropping now, as my curiosity got the better of me.

“Mike I’m so sorry” Rachel said, putting her had on his leg. “No man should have to go through that, especially one as great as you.”

“Thanks, that means a lot,” Mike replied. “But I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s not your problem, and you don’t want to hear about my sex problems. I guess I had one too many tonight.”

“Not at all Mike, you know I care about you,” Rachel reassured him. “Anyway, it doesn’t sound like you’re the one who has the problem with sex.” She was rubbing his leg unconsciously now, her hand occasionally moving down to brush the bare skin beneath his shorts with her fingertips.

“I sure don’t,” Mike laughed holding her gaze. Rachel laughed, nervously, but she didn’t look away and there was a lot of eye contact between the two of them.

“Anyway,” Mike went on, “I’m sure you don’t have problems like that. John’s a lucky asshole, having a hot young fiancée. I’m sure you two have no problems in the bedroom.”

Rachel grinned. “Yeah, John’s been great.” That’s my girl, I thought. I had bragged Mike about Rachel: how sexy she was, how much she loved sex, what a little slut she was in the bedroom. It was nice to hear her bragging about me too. “He’s opened me up to a whole world of experiences I thought I would never have. He’s made me love sex! Only…”

“Only what?” Yeah, I thought, only what?

“I don’t know, sometimes I feel like I could do better. John’s a great guy, and really nice and sweet, but physically…well, you know.” I felt like I’d been punched in the gut.

“No, what do you mean?” Mike asked.

“Well, and don’t take this the wrong way, he makes the most of what he has.” She said it quickly, trying to get it out there like a disclaimer for everything to come next. “But…well, he doesn’t have that great of a body. You know him, he’s pretty fat; I know he was in better shape back when you guys were in the army, but he’s really let himself go.” Mike nodded thoughtfully, as if in agreement.

“He always tells me that I feel nice and soft, like a woman should. But he doesn’t feel strong and hard, like a man should. And he’s so hairy,” she continued, picking up steam as long-stifled thoughts came tumbling to the surface. “I tell him I don’t mind, but it’s gross. He has it everywhere but on his head.” They both laughed at this, and my stomach twisted.

“But the worst part,” and Rachel paused, as if suddenly unwilling to admit it, “is his penis. It’s just…small. Maybe 5 inches, not thick. I don’t know, I talk to my friends, and they talk about how great a big dick can feel…I just don’t get that with John. I’ve gotten used to it, and it doesn’t fill me the way I thought it once did.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I sat down on the stair, hard, numb with shock. Belatedly I looked up to see if they had heard. But my fiancée was still staring into my best friend’s eyes, and he was looking right back at her. At some point during her speech his hand had migrated to her thigh, and he was rubbing her below the line of her shorts, looking sympathetic.

Rachel broke the stare, looking down. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be talking to you about this, you’re his best friend, it’s not right.”

“Hey, it’s ok,” Mike answered squeezing her thigh.

“Yeah, it’s fine.” Rachel shrugged. Then she smiled, a mischievous look in her eyes. “We can’t all be as lucky as Judy, to have a man with a body like yours.”

Mike laughed, breaking the tension. “Well, I don’t know about all that.”

Rachel laughed escort ankara too. “Well, you’re in fine shape. That’s what happens when you work out like you do.” She unconsciously gave him an appraising look. Earlier that day I had been feeling self-conscious around him and kept telling myself it was ridiculous. It didn’t feel so ridiculous now.

Mike grinned, clearly enjoying the turn of conversation. “Well thanks, I hoped you would notice. Seriously though, John’s the lucky one here. How he ever got such a hot young fiancée I’ll never understand.”

Rachel laughed again.

“No really!” Mike insisted. “You have such an amazing body! That fantastic ass! And with that tiny waist it looks even more amazing. And your breasts…” Mike trailed off, realizing what he was saying. “Sorry…well anyway, comparing you to Judy just makes her look old and frumpy, with her flat ass, gut and sagging boobs.”

“Then don’t compare me to her.” Her hand was disappearing above the line of his shorts now; neither of them spoke, and I could hear their heavy breathing. He was rubbing her leg high up on her thigh. It was clearly having an effect. They were leaning into each other, faces very close, having a moment that could end at any time with them parting and leaving for their respective beds – or become something much more. It seemed to drag on too long; Rachel bit her lip and looked down, started to pull away.

Suddenly Mike pushed his fingers the rest of the way up her shorts. He must have made contact with her pussy, because she suddenly looked up, both their eyes widened, and they came together kissing. Their lips met, parted; slowly at first, their tongues began to touch, to wrestle, to dance. Rachel brought her hand up to his face, while his left hand moved behind her head to hold her neck.

I wanted to say something, yell at them, scream. But somehow, I couldn’t; I made myself as small as I could on the stairs, watching the scene unfold.

They kissed this way for maybe a minute, their hands disappearing under each other’s clothing. Suddenly my fiancée broke the kiss and leaned her head back, her mouth open and eyes closed. From that and the way Mike was moving his hand, it seemed like he had inserted a finger in her pussy. He took the opportunity to move in and started kissing her neck. She moaned softly, and I noticed that the bulge where her hand was under his shorts started moving back and forth, slowly and then more rapidly. My fiancée was stroking my best friend’s cock!

Rachel pushed him away, and I though perhaps she was coming to her senses. But it was exactly the opposite: as he moved back, she crossed her arms in front of her and pulled her shirt off in one motion. Mike stared at her beautiful breasts: they were nicely sized, round and firm, with small areolas but large nipples that were engorged. Bigger than I’d ever seen them; she must have been incredibly turned on.

Mike stared at her breasts hungrily. “They’re beautiful,” he said, transfixed. He lowered his mouth to her chest, licked at a nipple. Rachel breathed heavily, then smiled.

“I thought you would like them. I noticed you checking them out all day.”

Mike looked up quickly. “You noticed that?”

She smiled. “Of course. I wore this shirt for you, hoping you would notice. Relax, nobody else did. Certainly not John.” She laughed. I felt my stomach twist. Mike didn’t laugh. “I couldn’t help myself. You’re so beautiful. I’ve wanted to see them for so long. To taste them.” He renewed has attack on her tits, licking and sucking first one, then the other. Rachel wrapped her arms around the back of his head, pulling him in. “I’ve wanted that too. For so long. And now it feels amazing,” she said, sighing with pleasure.

Mike sucked on her tits for a couple of minutes, until she reached down and began to pull his shirt off. He stopped long enough to let her, and we both got an eyeful of his toned body.

“Mmmm,” she said, rubbing her hands across his naked chest, stroking his tattoos, playing with his nipples.

“Better than John?” Mike asked, smiling.

“So much better! God you’re sexy!” Rachel leaned forward to lick his nipple, and Mike moved his hand under the waistband of her shorts, started rubbing her pussy.

“I thought maybe you might notice me today,” Rachel said between licks of his nipples. She had resumed stroking his cock underneath his shorts.

“Today? I’ve been thinking about you for so long.”

They resumed kissing like horny teenagers, and Rachel moved to straddle him on the couch. Both shirtless, they continued to make out as their hands roamed freely over each other’s bodies. The bulge of my friend’s hard cock rubbed the back of her ass, up and down, as she began to work her body over him. I don’t know why, but I was powerless to do or say anything.

Suddenly Mike broke their kiss and said, “Suck my cock!” I almost laughed out loud at the boldness of his command. Rachel didn’t like to suck dick, she had made that sincan escort clear to me, barely giving it a few licks before we moved on to sex. Rachel also didn’t like being told what do to; the combination would put an end to this whole thing.

Imagine my shock when she practically leaped off his lap, grabbed his shorts and slid them down. He raised his hips up to help, allowing her to pull them off and his cock sprang free. I heard Rachel gasp, and I don’t blame her: it was huge, at least 8 inches, and it looked thicker than mine. Her left hand closed around the base of his shaft and balls (well, as much as it could, with her tiny hands and his big balls) and she bent done and gently began to kiss the tip. Mike looked down at her smiling, and she continued to meet his eyes as she began licking the head and moved down the shaft.

“Fuck Rachel, you’re amazing!” Mike grinned. Rachel smiled a wicked smile.

“I love the taste of your precum,” she said, and then made a big show of licking it off his cock.

Rachel began to suck his dick, taking it in her mouth a little at first, then more and more. She began to stroke his shaft with her left hand while her right hand massaged his balls. I could see the diamond engagement ring I had given her glitter as her hand moved back and forth, lovingly stroking Mike’s cock. Mike groaned and leaned back, clearly savoring her mouth on his manhood. My fiancee’s mouth. Where had she learned to suck dick like this? I closed my eyes, and all I could hear was slurp and gulp.

It was then, with my eyes closed, that I noticed that my cock was getting hard. Despite the anger and hurt that I felt, I was also suddenly very horny as I heard Rachel performing this most intimate of acts on my best friend. My best man, I thought to myself with grim humor. I almost laughed out loud, catching myself at the last minute.

For several minutes this went on, my fiancée wantonly sucking my best friend’s cock. Finally, she stopped, and they came together to kiss, their tongues embracing what was becoming a familiar rhythm. One of Mike’s hands massaged her breasts, and the other was down her shorts in the back, his fingers working her asshole and her pussy. Her hands were stroking his cock and playing with has balls.

Eventually, Rachel stood up and, in one motion, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down. She clearly hadn’t been wearing any panties, and she always wore panties. Was she expecting something like this to happen? I wondered. Had she planned this?

She began to slowly turn in a circle, letting my friend get a good look at what she was clearly intending to let him have. I don’t know how she didn’t look at the stairs and see me as she turned; maybe she was too caught up in what was happening to pay attention to her surroundings.

Mike stood up as she finished turning to face him again; I saw the two of them both completely naked now, staring into each other’s eyes. Mike took Rachel in his arms and kissed her deeply, their tongues tasting each other. I wondered if he tasted his cock on her. One of Rachel’s little hands worked his cock furiously, the other making circles on his back. Both his hands moved down to her ass; I saw him spread her cheeks and rub the tip of his middle finger against her asshole. In response, Rachel started rubbing the head of his penis against her pussy lips. I could see his tip glistening with her pussy juice as it momentarily pulled away.

Suddenly Mike tensed, and in one swift motion lifted Rachel up in the air, supporting her by her ass. Rachel gasped and instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. “My GOD you’re strong!” she crooned, head leaning back in ecstasy has he resumed sucking on her breasts, first one and then the other. “I bet you don’t lift Judy like this!”

“Judy can barely get her ass of the couch and come to bed!” Mike laughed. “Besides, I’m much more concerned with your ass at the moment.”

“Damn right!” Rachel smiled triumphantly.

“Although, speaking of Judy sitting on the couch…she usually sits right about here.” Mike gently deposited the woman I loved on one end of the couch. Maintaining contact with her skin, he moved his hands down her legs to her feet, which he gently but firmly pushed apart. “I want to eat your pussy on the spot where my wife sits!” He wasn’t asking. “Oh, please do!” Rachel purred. It was more than he needed to hear.

Mike leaned his head down, putting his face right in her pussy. I noticed for the first time that it was completely smooth, as was the rest of Rachel’s body. Funny, I thought she had been letting herself go when it came to shaving. Guess I had been missing a lot of things lately.

Mike breathed in deeply. He looked up at her. “You don’t know how long I’ve been fantasizing about exactly this moment.” Rachel only giggled, biting her lower lip in anticipation. He began by kissing her lightly on her lips, and the giggles turned to groans. Unable to contain himself, he quickly started licking her pussy, shoving his tongue deeply inside her womanhood. Rachel groaned more loudly, and though it was too far away to see, I knew that he was licking and sucking on her clit. And I knew the reaction his attentions would get.

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