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The first time I met Mr. Steinberg, I was totally impressed with the way he carried himself. He looked pretty old to me, maybe in his 70’s, maybe even older, but I could tell from the way he dressed and spoke and especially with his young physique, that he exuded confidence and self assurance. I don’t think he was a body builder by any means, but dressed in casual attire, he stood straight and proud and when he moved around, his agility belied his age, however old he really was.

Impeccably dressed in slacks and a pressed shirt, some stylish shined shoes, he impressed me as a man that took pride in himself and tried to put out the best image he could. While his face was weathered a bit, showing his age, he had a very full head of white hair perfectly styled. His smile was engaging, friendly and sincere, each smile with an almost personal touch to everyone he graced with it. Maybe only 5′ 8″s tall, which I’m sure was pretty close to accurate, as when we shook hands, I measured him up to my 5′ 6″ frame. Still he was actually a pretty imposing figure even with his lack of height and age.

I had an appointment for an interview with him, to see if I could rent one of his apartment units that was adjacent to my campus, very convenient for me if I could get it. As soon as I arrived, I was in love with the complex. It had 15 units that he rented out to college students only. Actually there were originally 18 units, but he had converted two, that were side by side, into one single large unit that he lived in, so he was on the premises full time. Also his nephew stayed in one unit and he did all the maintenance on the units from a/c repair to plumbing to landscaping, everything. The complex had four small separate brick buildings forming a square, which housed a very attractive swimming pool and yard area that looked luxurious to me. All the shrubs were neatly pruned, the gardens were weed free, there were 2 gas grills in the grass near the pool area and a dozen colorful beach chair recliners to lounge in. This was the fourth place I had looked at and by far the nicest one I had seen yet.

This looked like heaven to me, more than I had hoped for when I read the ad. The best part was, there were 5 total hotties, in bikinis and various beach attire, obviously student tenants, laying out at the pool sun tanning when I arrived. Every one of these girls were drop dead gorgeous and totally fine ass. I was sold the second I saw them regardless of what the inside of the units actually looked like.

Locating his apartment, the first thing I noticed was the mezuzah on the door frame. I knew immediately what it was as one of my best friends was Jewish and they had one on the doorpost of their house. Mr. Steinberg opened the door immediately when I knocked and invited me into his apartment for my interview as a potential renter. His place was awesome, decorated like a house in one those home décor magazines, it looked like it was done by a professional interior designer. Immaculately clean and organized, I also noticed a large wooden Star of David hanging on the wall that looked like it was a million years old, but in a good way, a very nice piece to decorate his wall. During my interview, glancing around from where we sat and talked, I noticed one room had been outfitted as a home gym. He had an expensive treadmill, an elaborate pully weight machine and a very large assortment of free weights.

My budget was tight, as my father had left my mother when I was 6 years old, and she struggled to make ends meet. Don’t get me wrong, we never missed any meals, I didn’t dress in rags and we didn’t live in the ghetto, but Mom didn’t have money to waste and the money she got at the plant, well lets just say she watched it closely. I was going to be given a budget of $1,200 a month from mom, which I was grateful for, she was a good mom. While the rent here was advertised as $800 a month, a little higher than the other places I had looked at, I knew it wouldn’t leave much left over for me if I was accepted.

I had a part time job lined up in the school game room, just 18 hours a week, but that would help some, I mean, I did want some type of social life and maybe a pizza here and there. All my meals were covered in my tuition in the school cafeteria, breakfast, lunch and dinner, even on weekends, but it closed at 8PM, so I had to have eaten dinner by then or buy my own if I missed it.

We had a pleasant 15 minutes interview and then Mr. Steinberg gave me a tour of the last remaining apartment. It was fully furnished, very nicely appointed and looked spotless. I wanted to live here so bad, but Mr. Steinberg told me that he had a potential renter already lined up and my only shot was if it fell through. So, I shook his hand, which he had an amazingly strong grip for a man his age and he told me he would call me one way or the other and let me know later this week, as school was starting in about 10 days. I drove my two hour trip back home, with my fingers Ankara escort crossed and told my mother about it that night. She seemed really happy that I liked the place, a little concerned about the higher rent price, but wished me good luck.

Sunday, a week later, I got the feeling that I wasn’t getting the place and resigned to the fact that I would have to call one of the other apartment complexes Monday morning and take a unit there. I had run out of time and needed to lock something in. Later that night, thank God, Mr. Steinberg called me and told me the unit was available if I still wanted it. I was elated, and told him I would bring the check and deposit tomorrow and move in immediately.

The next morning, I woke with a purpose, excited but a little nervous. I packed, called my mom at work and told her I will see her in two weeks, then got on the road. She cautioned me for the 100th time to be careful with my money, as she couldn’t afford anymore. This was gonna be my first time away from home and I was excited about my parental freedom and independence.

Mr. Steinberg greeted me at his door with a strong friendly handshake. I had caught him in the middle of a workout and it was obvious to me that he took his workouts seriously. All sweaty and worked up, he was wearing those old NBA style short shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt, drenched in sweat. This old man was in really good shape. Still diminutive in height, he was pretty well built, in fact, extremely well built if you considered his age, which again I would have said 75 years old. He gave me the key to my apartment and told me to let myself in and he would check on me in a few hours.

As I walked to my unit, I couldn’t help but notice 7-8 girls partying around the pool. They were playing music, drinking beers and grilling hot dogs on the gas grill. They paid me no attention til they saw me unlock my unit and walk in, then moments later while I was looking around, there was a knock on my door and a girl’s voice saying “hello…hello”.

First off. Let me tell you a little about myself. I think I mentioned earlier that I was 5’6″s tall, but still hoping for a growth spurt. I had straight raven black hair, I wore it a little long, kind of a raggedy styled cut, but I never fussed over my hair much. I was thin, about 145 pounds on a good day and at 18, I had still not developed a trace of facial hair. My body was as smooth as the day I was born and I often fantasized of the day I would grow some hair on my face and chest.

I’m not making this up or gloating when I say I was attractive. I really was. I don’t mean the kind of attractive that is only mentioned when your mother and grandmother tell you that you are handsome. I had lots of “girlfriends” in high school that would comment on my eyes, nose, lips and cheek bones. More than once I heard comments from them that they would die for my nose, or that they loved my modelesque cheek bones or “oh my god, your blue eyes are so gorgeous.” Even though, they remained “girlfriends” as when I asked them on a date, they always said, “Donnie, we’re friends, I don’t want to ruin our friendship dating you.” I was still a virgin and had never even been to first base.

I tried sports, but I was too small for basketball and football. While not very good at baseball either, I tried to make the track and field team. I was okay at it, I guess. I tried long distance running, but the other guys would tease me too much. More than once, I heard them shout comments like, “Nice legs.” or “Dude, your butt is bigger and plumper than my girlfriends.” My least favorite was when they called me “Honeybuns”. That really embarrassed me so that didn’t last long before I quit.

So I went back to my front door and there were 3 girls there. We introduced ourselves, they actually gave me a can of beer and talking to them, I found out that they were all tenants

The Asian girl, Chinese specifically, her name was Jeannie. Oooooh my, I had yellow fever instantly, she exuded sex appeal. Wearing shorts and a halter top, I loved the tone of her smooth flawless skin. She had the biggest eyes and mouth I had ever seen on a girl. Her eyes were positively huge, these big almond shaped eyes that looked almost oversized for her face. Her mouth, with those fat pouty lips, looked like she could put her whole fist in it. Don’t misunderstand me, not in a freaky grotesque way, more in a very sexy way. Straight black hair that looked unusually thick with bangs to her eyes that made her look school girlish. Her body seemed soft, not muscular at all, just slim and sexy in those torn jean shorts she was wearing.

Krishondra was a very dark black girl, tall and skinny like a thoroughbred horse, but with a really nice firm round butt that stuck straight out from her backside and looked awesome in her bikini bottoms. For a skinny girl she actually had pretty big breasts that compromised the integrity of her too small bikini top. She told me to call her Krissy Ankara escort bayan and she laughed at everything anyone said. I liked her immediately. She was instant erection material in her bright yellow bikini and was also a tenant, actually my very next door neighbor. What a beautiful girl, the prettiest whitest teeth I have ever seen. I was really attracted to her.

Stephanie was black also, the wildest looking of the bunch, she came off like a total hottie badass to me. She was so fucking pretty, very sophisticated looking. I gathered quickly that she was the oldest and the leader of this group as I learned this was her fourth and final year in the medical department and she was going to become a doctor. She had spent every single one of her semesters at Mr. Steinberg’s apartments and told me I would love it there and it’s kind of nice to have a guy finally living here for a change, which I thought was odd. She had a light brown skin tone, lighter than Krissy’s and had the most muscular developed thighs, topped by the firmest muscular ass I had ever seen. Her abdominal muscles were very prominent as her six pack tummy effortlessly revealed itself. She had several tattoos on her tummy and legs but all discretely well placed so that they could be covered in clothes as not to interfere in her upcoming “doctor’s professional appearance”. I later learned she was a standout athlete in high school in track and field, was also a former cheerleader and currently, as a hobby, not as a stripper, exercised on a stripper pole that was mounted floor to ceiling in her apartment.

After chatting a bit, they invited me to come to the pool area when I finished unpacking and then they went back to the other girls. As I made trip after trip from car to apartment, I saw them all looking at me curiously and talking, maybe a good sign, maybe not. Back and forth from my car and apartment, I couldn’t help but sneak peeks at this group of girls, trying not to appear the pervert. I even took several long stares secretly out my window blinds where I got the opportunity to look to my heart’s content. This was the start of a great semester and I was loving it.

I fell into my routine quickly, my classes were pretty easy, work was just running the cash register, clocking students in and out on pool tables, collecting the money, making change and sweeping the floor.

I became acquainted with all the girls in the complex, but became fast friends with Stephanie’s group, developing a crush on Krissy immediately, but too afraid to push our friendship. At times I wanted to kiss her, ask her out, or tell her how I felt, but I didn’t want to go too fast and ruin our friendship.

Jeannie, Stephanie and Krissy, well, we partied almost every night. Stephanie would get the booze and we would all chip in equally to pay her back. Krissy was a party animal, she could out drink all of us. One night tequila, one night beer, one night wine, one night Ciroq, whatever, all we did was party. I almost always missed my free dinners at the university cafeteria as we were too busy partying and we would usually order a couple of pizzas delivered. A few days before my rent was due, I realized it was gonna be close and when I paid Mr. Steinberg on the 1st, I had $7 left in my account.

I promised myself to watch my finances closer, but by the middle of my second month, I was getting nervous how fast I was running through my monthly deposit money from my mom. God forbid I had to ask her for money, cause she would totally blow up if I did. So that wasn’t an option. Even though I tried cutting back, it didn’t seem to work out and I realized by the end of the third week of the month, I might be short on my rent. One night when we were all partying I mentioned this to the girls and asked what would happen if I were short.

They all looked at each other like they were hiding a secret and finally broke out laughing hysterically. I just stared at them dumbfounded til Krissy finally spoke, “Donnie, you’re gonna need to ask Mr. Steinberg if you can do some extracurricular stuff to make up your shortages.” With that comment, all three of the girls just couldn’t stop laughing.

“What do you mean, extracurricular stuff? Do you guys ever do extracurricular stuff? What extracurricular stuff.” I asked not understanding how this worked, but hopefully, I could do some too.

“Uhhhhhhh yea.” Stephanie chortled, “I have lived here for the last 3 years and I do it at least 2-3 times a month, sometimes more.”

“We all have Donnie, but heck, he wouldn’t even have to pay me, I would do it for free.” said Jeannie as Krissy squealed when she said that.

“Jeannie, you are such a size queen you little slut. To me, he is too big, he actually hurts at first, and when I finally get used to it, then he starts that pounding thing he does, ooooh my God, sometimes he just goes too deep. He wears me out. Last Wednesday when I told ya’ll to party without me, that was because he totally Escort Ankara dicked me down.” Krissy laughed out loud.

“Oh my God, that pounding thing is brutal, that’s no lie, last week he abused my little pussy so bad it hurt for 2 days.” Stephanie piped in.

“You little slut amatuers, he can pound me with that big dick all night, I love when he does that long dick power fucking thing, in fact, I prefer him fucking me over my lame ass little dick boyfriend fucking me.” Jeannie taunted them. “That old man is King Donkey Kong when he gets in my pussy. Lately he has been bugging me for some booty hole, but I’m kind of scared cause he is really thick too. And all that kissing, I don’t really care for that but I let him, I mean he is actually kind of handsome in an old rugged man sort of way and his body is truly “oooh la la” for his age, but oh my, that man sure likes to kiss. He also likes to mark his territory, I forbid him to give me another fucking hickey. I have a boyfriend that wouldn’t like to see that.”

“Ooooh my God, he wants your ass, Jeannie, please don’t let him, don’t you dare let him, he may make me do that too.” Stephanie said half jokingly.

“Wait a minute, Mr. Steinberg, old Mr. Steinberg, you guys have sex with him?” I asked unbelievingly.

“Yes Donnie, pay attention, he knocks $100 off my monthly rent every time I give him a shot, and as far as his kissing, he is the best kisser I have ever met, for real. His hickies, I don’t care for them either, but that old man can also eat a pussy like a lesbian.” Krissy laughed, then pulling up the leg of her shorts and showing several hickies way high up on her inner thighs.

“Ewwwww, for real? It looks like leaches ate you alive.” said Jeannie.

I was so bummed, shocked and totally destroyed. The thought of Mr. Steinberg fucking my secret crush Krissy, just floored me. The thought of him kissing her and her liking it, that crushed me even more. Old Mr. Steinberg getting to touch my angel’s body while I thought I had a chance with her, well that just knocked me out to the max. I couldn’t process it, it just wasn’t sinking in. I just couldn’t believe he was fucking Krissy and both the other girls.

“So…I have an idea.” Krissy said like a light bulb went off over her head. “Mr. Steinberg wants some ass and none of want to do it, sooooooo, this sounds like a job for Super Donnie.” she giggled. “Ooooh please Donnie. Help us out.” she said as she hugged me tightly, laughing and smothering me in fake kisses all over my face, “Let him have your ass, I bet we can set it up for you, and you do need the break in rent.”

“But I’m not gay, I’ve never been fucked by a cock or even sucked one. I’ve never even thought about a man that way.” I begged off.

“Donnie, I bet I can set it up for you, I was actually gonna see him tomorrow. I could drop a few hints, tell him that you are gay, tell him that you’re horny and need some, and you do need some help on the rent.” Stephanie said seriously now.

This same rhetoric went on for the next hour, the girls trying to persuade me into doing this and me begging off. Them telling me how I might like it, that I should try it and that they knew I didn’t want to ask my mother. All good arguments for sure, but still, I wasn’t gay and I was scared to try it, for a lot of reasons. I almost said okay, but settled with “I’ll think about it.” and went back to my apartment to sleep.

That night, I dreamt about Mr. Steinberg. He was in his workout clothes, all sweaty and he was fucking me from behind. The dream was totally surreal, actually ridiculous, totally unbelievable. He had this unreal body of a 25 year old Arnold Schwarzenegger, obscene muscles everywhere. In the dream I was somehow actually watching myself getting fucked by Mr. Steinberg, like in a movie and his cock was an impossible 3 feet long and 1 foot wide. His balls were the size of cantaloupes and he was shoving all 3 feet of his unreal cock up my ass, all the way, which in reality would have come out my throat if it went in that deep, but in my dream, I was loving it.

It was so erotic, so sexy, even though his physicalities were so exaggerated in the dream, I woke up panting and in a sweat. I myself, was amazed that my 5″ cock was so hard and I even had to masturbate so I could go back to sleep. After just a few strokes, I squirted all over my belly and fell asleep. The next couple of days, I couldn’t get that dream out of my head and every time I thought about it, I got a terribly hard erection and jacked off again.

When I got home from classes on Friday, two days before rent was due, which I know knew was gonna be $100 short, Stephanie was standing on my door stoop.

“Donnie, great news, I spoke to Mr. Steinberg and he said yes. I told him a little fib, I said you were gay, had done this before, loved sucking cock and getting your butt fucked. He said he has looked at your ass and legs more than once and would love to, in his words, pop your keister.” Stephanie said it like she expected a thank you from me and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as she continued talking, almost having trouble breathing as we went inside my apartment and talked.

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It was hours past midnight here in South Pointe. There was the various noise of night creatures abound in the maple and spruce trees and bushes that littered the compounds and streets. A stiff balmy breeze blew in from South Pointe Lake, and a groan of thunder echoed in the distance.

A dark figure wearing a cloak eased out of a garage and raced down the street on Cinnamon Drive, bypassing through the hedge of a house, then broke into Sycamore Street. The figure stopped beside a tree to adjust its cloak. There came the frantic barking of a dog. The hooded figure waited in case there lurked a loner who had chosen this peculiar hour to walk his pet. Seconds passed, and the dog’s incessant barking quieted down. That was when the figure took off across a backyard trail that led into a softball field, then cut through a wild bush leading toward the north-east end that was the lake.

Here, there stood a concrete gazebo, which was where the figure was heading. Other figures were there waiting. They, too, wore cloaks and knelt in a circle around another masculine character who stood symbolically over them. The proceeding stopped as the lone figure came and knelt among the cloaked persons, completing the circle.

“Your presence be honored, Master,” the figure muttered before kissing the standing man’s feet.

“You are late, Hera.”

“Apologies, Master. It was a drag to get away from my spouse. He wanted to have sex tonight.”

“Did you grant him that wish?”

“No, Master. My body is yours and yours only.”

The man grunted, then: “What about the rest of you, my slaves? Do you all agree?”

They were five cloaked figures kneeling around him, and they Ankara bayan escort responded in unison: “Yes, Master. We all agree.”

“Good. It is only a matter of days left for me to be here with you. My time is almost at hand. In the meantime, have you begun carrying out my directive?” his gaze settled on one of them. “Cera?”

“Yes, Master. My husband has begun drinking your pristine water. In a matter of days, he will become hooked.”

He turned to another, “What about you, Amore?”

“Master, you know well enough that my husband is hooked and lives to obey your word. We humbly await your arrival.”

“Yes. That moment is coming, my sluts.” The man loosened his robe to reveal his naked form. His hard phallus stuck out of his pelvis like a pole. “I think it is time to feed you.”

The figures took off their cloak to reveal their faces. The women knew each other. Between themselves, they harbored no secrets with regards to the black god standing in their midst, the black god whom they served. They murmured and moaned as they appreciated his majestic erection hovering inches from their faces. It had been weeks since last they got to marvel at his girth. Such was a strategy their Master willfully employed to bend them to his will power, depriving them of it to maintain their obeisance. It as well worked for whenever he decided to summon them for a late-night séance such as this.

“You all have done well this period,” said their black god. “A reward is well deserved.”

They knew what came next. They crawled toward him and pleaded to be the one to receive his staff.

“Master, pick me!”

“Pick me, Master! Me!”

“I want it, Master! Escort bayan Ankara I’m starved of it!”

They grasped and pulled at his arms; they caressed his thighs, all the while groveling cowering before his king phallus. The black god chose his bride for the night—Rosa.

The others moaned their displeasure, but know it wasn’t something to quarrel about—rest assured they would each get their own time. They returned to their former prostrating position and watched their slave-sister loosen her robe, of which she—like the slaves—was naked underneath, to come and kneel before him. Rosa went ahead with sucking his cock and stroking his shaft, making the others simmer with envy and lust. It wasn’t their place to bargain who the Master chooses. Though their friendship was tight, friendship often devolved into a fierce competition when it comes to pleasing the Master.

Rosa spread her robe on the floor and laid on her back. Their Master knelt before her; his cock brushed against her crotch as he drew closer. She sucked in her breath as his prick’s head rub against her vulva. She spread her legs to accommodate his bulk as he then introduced his hard-on into her. Rosa tensed, and her lower body shot off the ground as he forced himself inside her. She exhaled a whimpering shriek, and it compelled the other women to come to hold her down. They fingered their pussy and played with their tits as they watched the Master arrogantly take his pleasure. Rosa writhed uncontrollably under him. She choked on her cries, trying her best not to attract neighbors by screaming aloud her lust. The sensation of having her Master’s cock rammed into her, stretching her pussy walls, sending stabs Bayan escort Ankara of ecstasy coursing into her brain made it difficult to maintain her resolve. Rosa gazed past his shoulder, past the gazebo’s roof, at the night sky. Her body spasmed, and her feet went on and scratching at the floor. Her slave-sisters held her down to keep her from becoming consumed by her excitement. They knew what was coming, and they waited for it to happen.

That moment finally did come when their Master pulled out of Rosa, groaning with satisfaction as he lurched to his feet. The others came at him, fighting over whose turn it was to clean off the thick cum spurting out of his phallus. That sweet nectar they craved so badly that they couldn’t do without it. They turned to each other after enjoying their fill, sharing kisses, which was them sharing their Master’s essence. Once the ritual concluded, they knelt before their Master and bowed their heads while kissing his feet.

“Thank you, Master,” they murmured. “We await your next teaching.”

A lone figure stood twenty feet from the gazebo under the shadow of trees, observing the ritual. He was the designated gate-keeper whose duty it was to keep watch over the ceremony. He stood at a good spot, ready to alert them if anyone might unknowingly encroach upon their exercise. There were countermeasures should such occurrences happen. Nothing that might invoke harm, but so far, there had been no such reason, and it was hoped that the residents of South Pointe would remain clueless until when the appropriate time arrived.

The man watched as the women cleaned themselves, then donned back their robe. They said goodnight to each other before dispersing into the night, back to their respective homes, back to their normalized lives. Each woman had taken with them a glass jar containing samples of the Master’s seed. These were bound to play a specific role in the events that were about to follow.

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I had met an older man whilst out walking one afternoon in my Local Park, I had stumbled across him stood in the woods and he was playing with what was quite a sizeable cock it was at least 8 inches long and thick, he was stood in a wooded area just off a well known track were a lot of gay people liked to hang out I guess because they knew it was secluded enough and anyone walking round there would probably be gay also.

I stood and watched him for a while, the sight of his big thick cock being thoughtfully manipulated by his hand made my own cock start to grow and I stood there rubbing it through my jeans.

He caught sight of me but instead of looking shocked or embarrassed he turned more towards me and smiled at me while he continued to play with himself.

A little embarrassed I smiled back at him, he was in his mid to late 50’s in fairly good shape from what I could tell. I being 33 was considerably younger than him but the sight of him still got my cock extremely hard.

The older man said to me, why don’t you get your big hard cock out and come and join me, it would be better than standing there stroking it through your jeans and I wouldn’t mind your company for a while as long as you don’t Ankara escort mind that is.

Sure I said, I don’t mind and anyway I’d like to get a closer look at that big cock of yours.

He laughed a little and said, come on over then you can look as close as you’d like.

I walked the short distance to where he was stood, I stood in front of him and un did the button on my jeans unzipped and pulled the jeans down to my knees, I then pulled my boxer shorts down and let the warm summer breeze wash over my already hard throbbing cock. I stood there in front of him and started to play with my 7 inch thick uncut cock all the while watching him playing with his cock.

Do you like what you see then, he said.

Oh yes it looks marvellous, I said

Well then why don’t you take a hold of it for a while, he said.

I reached my hand out without any hesitation and slowly started to wank his magnificent big cock, it felt fantastic. I stepped in a little closer to him so our cocks could rub together while I played with his the pre cum already oozing from the head of his cock started to mix with my own pre cum helping our cocks to glide effortlessly against each other.

While I continued Ankara escort bayan to play with his cock he leaned in to me and kissed me, our mouths opened up to each other and our tongues flirted in and out, he put one hand on the back of my neck and one hand on my butt cheek and pulled me in even closer to him, the passion being swapped at that time was electrifying, the feel of his lips and tongue and his hand squeezing and rubbing my bum cheeks while his cock rubbed against mine sent a torrent of shivers and tremors shooting through me.

We stayed like this for what seemed like a long time but in reality it was probably only a minute or two.

He released his vice like grip on me and broke away from the kiss, the expression on his face told me that it would not be long before his big cock would be shooting hot yummy cum from it.

Ohhhhh yeah you’re really going to make me cum any minute now, he said.

Good, I can’t wait to make this magnificent big cock cum, I replied.

MMMMM AWWWWWWW YEAHHHHHH MAKE ME CUM, he shouted out.

I quickly dropped my head down and took that lovely looking cock straight in to my mouth, I pressed my lips hard against the swollen shaft and started Escort Ankara to run my tongue all over his big swollen throbbing purple head.

Within seconds I felt his hands on my head and his cock start to swell in my mouth and then the first wave of hot yummy cum exploded into my mouth, I started to swallow as the next wave hit my throat and then another and more waves of hot cum until it eventually started to subside.

I kept his cock in my mouth until I had taken every drop of his cum and his cock had started to soften.

I looked up at him and he was stood there with his hands resting on my shoulders and his knees where bent a look of sheer pleasure, fulfilment and exhaustion washed over his face.

He pulled his cock from my mouth and pulled me up to him and kissed me.

As we stopped kissing he looked me in the eyes and said, that was absolutely amazing, I would like to return the favour but unfortunately I have a more pressing engagement I have to attend,

I smiled at him and said, sure no worries the pleasure was all mine, I’m just glad I got to play with your magnificent cock.

As we stood there both of us straightening ourselves before we got ready to depart he handed me a card and said if you’re doing nothing tomorrow night I’d like you to come down to this club I go to just hand this card to the doorman and tell him you are here to see Mr Truman.

We had a quick kiss and then said our goodbyes.

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James, at 55, worked in Marketing for a major southern corporation for over twenty years. He found out early in his career that if he expected to keep up with the demands of his profession it was a must to adopt an exercise schedule and some sensible eating habits. Currently, he was in the tenth year of his second marriage to an attractive businesswoman who had a 25-year-old daughter, Cynthia. Cynthia had lived with them until she graduated from the State University about 6 months earlier. He had watched his stepdaughter grow up. Like her mother, the daughter was a free spirit thinking nothing of walking slowly from the bathroom to her bedroom in bra and panties very much aware of James’ eyes taking in every inch of her young firm shape. He had enjoyed seeing the changes in her body as the years passed and when, at the age of 18 she left for college he missed the day-to-day contact not to mention the pleasant bra & panty show and found himself anticipating the holidays and college breaks when Cynthia would move back in for a short period.

James knew Cynthia loved to tease him by the way she strutted her stuff around the house, especially when her mother wasn’t home, but was expected at any minute. Cynthia had this incredible sense of timing and no fear, no fear of anyone or anything. It was a characteristic her mother possessed and one of the things about the mother that had attracted James the most. Well, almost the most, he loved her tall slender body with legs and ass that drove him insane. The daughter had the same physical characteristics and wasn’t naive about how to use them.

All in all there was never any physical contact between James and Cynthia during the time she lived with them. Well, almost never, there was one time…. Following graduation from college Cynthia had moved home for the summer while she went through the difficult choir of interviewing for a job.

James had been on a business trip and came home a day early. The account he was to spend the day with had a plant fire and all meetings were cancelled so James caught an early flight home. It was a stormy day, rain flooded the street so he got more than a little wet waiting for a cab and then running into the house with his bags. Once inside he could hear the blare of the radio set to one of the rock stations. James removed his wet shoes and taking his bag proceeded to his bedroom to unpack and change out of the wet clothes. Just as he entered the bedroom the door to the master bath opened and out stepped Cynthia, stark naked! Cynthia let out a shrill scream not expecting anyone to be in the room. They stood and stared at each other for what seemed like minutes but was mere seconds but during that time James took in ALL of Cynthia’s body. Her small perky breasts, which he immediately noted didn’t sag; slender waist, flat stomach and bald, yes bald pussy which gave way to those beautiful long legs. It may have been his daughter-in-law but James was visibly excited, the bulge in his wet pants gave him away. An indicator that didn’t go unnoticed by Cynthia.

Cynthia was first to speak. “What the hell are you doing home? You’re not supposed to be here!” She said as she covered her breasts with one hand and her pubic area with the other, then turned and walked, yes walked back into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

James was somewhat relieved she had left the room; he was truly uncomfortable in the room with his naked daughter-in-law and the rise in his trousers growing uncontrollably. “What are you doing in my bathroom?” he yelled through the closed door.

“Taking a shower, the other shower isn’t working!”

“Look, Cynthia, I’m sorry to have stumbled in like this, but if the radio hadn’t been so loud you more than likely would have heard me.”

The bathroom door opened and Cynthia stepped out wrapped in a towel. A towel, which barely covered the cheeks of her ass and slowly walked, passed James saying, “No big deal. Why are you home early?”

James explained the situation as she stopped in the doorway, leading to the hall, turned and with a coy smile asked, “Did you enjoy the view Daddy?” Then Ankara escort she was gone

“Cute!” he yelled rather sarcastically after her as she walked down the hall.

“Thank you Daddy!” came her teasing response.

James stripped off his wet suit and maneuvered his under-wear over his erection. After putting the suit on a hanger he headed for his bathroom. From behind him came a wolf whistle. Alarmed, he spun around to find Cynthia standing in the doorway, in what he thought was the skimpiest bra and panties he’d ever seen. She was a joy to behold.

“Thought since you saw all of me, it was only fair for me to see all of you.” She said with a broad smile, once again taking on her teasing tone. “Mmmmm!” she continued as her eyes fell to his swollen member.

James’ mind had been on the missed sales call, his wet suit, seeing his daughter-in-law naked and he completely forgot he himself was now standing in from of Cynthia stark naked. Forgot that is until he followed her smiling eyes, which were staring at his fully erect member.

“Not bad Daddy, did I do that to you?” she cooed.

“For Christ’s sake Cyn, get out of here!” He pleaded as he tried desperately to cover himself, but she wasn’t moving. Cynthia was enjoying her Stepfather’s discomfort and found herself curious about just how far she could take this. With only three steps she was directly in front of him and with hands more learned than her years grabbed his cock.

“Maybe I can help you with this.” She said as she gripped him tight and fell to her knees before him.

James had that “Deer in the headlights” look on his face, frozen in place. Before he could think to object he felt her soft lips encircle the head of his cock followed by the wet warmth of her tongue. Any resistance he should or wanted to have evaporated as she began to work her mouth back and forth taking in the entire length of his manhood. Looking down he followed the shape of her mouth as it changed, elongating out as she sucked. Lower he could see her breasts rise and fall, with her increased rate of breathing, struggling to be contained by the flimsy bra. She was beautiful and when her hand slid up between his legs and massaged his balls, his eyes closed and the reality set it. You see, this taboo act was turning him on more than any sex he’d had in his life and as much as he wanted it to continue indefinitely he lost all control and was about to cum. He could feel his member swell, his balls moving up. The first shot surprised Cynthia, who struggled unsuccessfully to swallow it. Cum oozed out of her mouth and slipped down her chin landing on her folded leg. The subsequent spurts weren’t as violent and she was able to swallow it all relatively easily. She continued licking and sucking as his cock shrunk, satisfied with the relief it had been given.

With her head looking up, soft cock in her mouth she made direct eye contact with James as she sucked and stretched his cock out until it snapped from her mouth.

She smiled and said, “Mmmm, you taste good, too bad Mom will be home soon or we could continue this.”

It was then the full impact of what he, no they had done, hit James and it literally set his head to spinning. He staggered as a slap on his hip from Cynthia brought him back.

“Don’t worry Daddy, this will be our little secret. Mommy will never know!”

With that, Cynthia left the room and after a moment of just standing there allowing his actions to sink in, James turned and headed for the shower.

Cynthia and his wife were in the kitchen when he emerged from the bedroom. His wife jumped up, mumbled a greeting and gave him a hug. He could see Cynthia and with her mother’s back to her.

She smiled a knowing smile and traced the shape of her mouth with her tongue then declared, “Have fun you guys, I’ve got to run!” and left the house.

The next morning life was once again hectic, with James and his wife rushing to leave for work. Cynthia was sleeping when they left the house. In the car, his wife asked if Cynthia had told him the news? “What news?”

“Cynthia is moving out today, she’s Ankara escort bayan taken a job in Chicago with a large Marketing Firm.”

“You mean she’s moving, today?”

“Yep, her flight leaves in 11:00 AM.”

It wouldn’t be until 6 months later that once again James would see Cynthia. He flew into Chicago on business and to avoid renting a car stayed at the Airport Hilton. The Hotel was so convenient to the airport, get your bags on the lower level; walk through the underground tunnel and you’re there.

Once the bellman left James picked up the phone and dialed Cynthia’s work number. It was 2:00 PM when She picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey Cyn, it’s your father!”

“Daddy? Is something wrong?”

“No Princess, I’m in town on business and was wondering if you’d like to have dinner tonight?” “What are you and Mom doing in Chicago?”

“No sweetie, I said I’m in town, you’re mother didn’t make the trip.”

A long silence ended when Cynthia said in a very low sexual tone, “You mean just you and I Daddy, together again?” followed by a giggle.

“Yep! Just the two of us.” The restaurant here at the hotel is great, why don’t you meet me here at say, 7:30 tonight?”

“Okay Daddy, I’ll be there, see you later!”

It was 3:00AM as James opened the door to his hotel room. He had difficulty with the key and propping up his little Princess at the same time. It had been a long evening of dinner and cab rides from one club to another. The music had been loud, the dancing hot and drinks flowed. All in all it had been an enjoyable time. He recalled that the dancing, late in the evening, no matter the pace of the music, had turned to, hip grinding, ass holding, slow passionate movement. Cynthia, ever the tease had dropped a hand, several times during the night and massaged his semi-hard member. She knew it drove him crazy, this public voyeuristic display and that was precisely why she did it, to drive him crazy. She had a mischievous streak and loved showing it, especially after a few drinks. This evening a few drinks had turned into several drinks and she was beyond “Tipsy.”

Shutting the door behind him, James maneuvered his little Princess through the living room and into the bedroom. There, on the large king sized bed he gently laid her down. Her short leather skirt was nestled around her waist and her blouse had worked its way out of the waistband, unbuttoning itself so that part of her bra was exposed. Stepping back, he eyed her, noting the long tanned muscular legs. She rarely wore nylons, there was no need, and she felt freer with less clothes. His eyes followed the contours of her thighs to her panty-covered mound. “Christ,” he thought, “She had an incredibly sexy body.” The thought stimulated a growing need in his trousers, a need that would be satisfied before the night was through.

Cynthia smiled, making approving noises as Daddy slowly undressed her. The shoes came off easy. The gray leather skirt required him to move her to her side so he could reach the zipper in the back, but with that complete He pulled the skirt down her ling strong legs and tossed it on the floor. This was not a time for neatness. Next, the blouse, only two buttons remained which easily came undone. Removing the blouse made it necessary to sit her up on the bed. When he sat her up, she placed her hand on his now nearly fully erect member and squeezed as he removed the blouse. Taking advantage of her sitting position, he unsnapped the closure of her bra located between the cups. It slides silently off and followed the skirt and blouse to the floor. Cynthia tired of the cloth covering found his zipper and pulled out her Daddy’s cock. Having been teased all evening together with undressing her, his member jerked when she first touched it then swelled to full girth. Cynthia loved sucking cock. It had always puzzled her, the word, cocksucker. It always seemed to have a negative connotation, yet how could something she loved doing be negative? Placing the head against her lips, she could smell his pre-cum, smell his manliness as her tongue came out and tasted it. Her tongue swirled Escort Ankara around the head and stopped on the sensitive under side where she began a torturously slow circular motion. James loved having her suck his cock, she had, to his surprise developed a flair for it. He thought, “Its funny how when someone really enjoys something how proficient they become.” But! This was not the type of satisfaction he had in mind for this evening. His little princess slut had been teasing him all evening; it was time to pay the piper. Tonight, a simple blowjob would not suffice; he needed more, much more.

James placed his hands on his little Princess’ head and started moving his hips back and forth fucking her mouth. The moistness combined with her soft tongue and cheeks provided a welcome feeling. His hands lowered to her breasts, twisting the nipples and massaging her tits. Moans of approval vibrated over his member signaling approval. “Whoa! Hold on there Princess, I don’t want to cum yet” James exclaimed, as he pulled away. A very sexy pout formed on Cynthia’s face, which turned to a smile as she fell back on the bed saying, “Take me Daddy, I’m yours!”

James stepped up to the bed, reaching down he grabbed her panties, which, like the rest of her clothes, found there way to the floor. Quickly he removed his clothes and joined his Little Princess on the bed. Lying behind her, he began kissing her shoulder and neck while roughly massaging her breasts. This delighted Cynthia who quietly cried out her approval. Rolling her more onto her stomach one hand found its way down her back, between her legs, to her wet love canal, parted the lips and two fingers entered. James was pleased, yet mystified by the tightness of her pussy. Her vaginal muscles clamped around the intruding fingers flooding them with juice. As he was finger fucking her, his thumb brushed against her tightly puckered anal opening. At that moment he realized that only one thing would satisfy him tonight, an ass fuck.

The magic of James’ fingers had brought Cynthia to one orgasm already. It was mild, but enjoyable as she could feel another beginning to build. Then she felt it, her Daddy had been making long strokes smearing the juice from her pussy on her brown hole and without warning, inserted his thumb shocking her sphincter muscle. Her orgasm hit as she felt a little like a bowling ball about to be thrown down the lane. She could feel his fingers touching within the confines of her ass and pussy. She began a low scream of pleasure burying her head in the covers to muffle the sound.

When James was sure he had worked her ass well enough, loosening the muscle he removed his hand. Taking the tube of KY jelly, he had brought with, from the nightstand drawer, he placed a generous amount on his cock and on her anal opening. With Cynthia on her stomach, he pushed her knees under her as he pulled her to the edge of the bed. This made her ass stick up and out, a perfect position for the main event. Placing a hand on her shoulder he placed the head of his member at the small opening. With the combination of booze for relaxation and KY for lubricant the head slide in. Cynthia was determined to please her Daddy as she again buried her head in the covers to muffle her moans. James stopped his forward motion, allowing his little Princess to relax and get used to the foreign object invading her behind. When he felt she was not struggling he moved deeper slowly until he was completely engulfed by the firm anal muscle. Now the fucking starts as James works his member within the tight confines. Cynthia, no longer in pain, moves a hand to her clit and rubs. Pain leaves way to pleasure, the two are nearly indistinguishable, as she has her third orgasm of the evening. Feeling her spasm beneath him James is overwhelmed with the tightness, the eroticism, the evening of teasing, Cynthia’s orgasm and can no longer hold out so driving in as deep as he possibly can shoots spurt after spurt of jism deep into his little Princess’ colon. Exhausted and sweating James places his full weight onto his little Princess slut. His member begins to soften, Cynthia’s colon muscles do what they are meant to do and James’ cock is shot out with an odd “plop” sound. Daddy’s cum follows, which slithers down the cheeks of her ass to the bed.

There, spooning, they fall asleep, both satisfied with the evening

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My long widowed mother-in-law, Ann, and i were left alone forthe week, when all the other family members went to the Mardi Gras in NewOrleans recently. We, of course did not mind at all. After leaving work thefirst day, Ann called and said to pick her up at her house at 7:00 pm. forareally “different” evening.!

I arrived on time, and went in to get Ann. My heart almost stopped when isaw her. At 60, she was beginning to show her age, but tonight you wouldhardly think she was a day over 40, at the most. Ann is slender, about5’6″,with short light brown hair, small titts, a nice round ass and very, verylong,sexy legs. She usually dressed very proper, except of course for whatwas secretley underneath what ever she was wearing.! Tonight however, sheshocked me, i almost was unable to recognize her. She had put on a longsilver grey wig, had on false eyelashes, and lots of extra make-up, and redlipstick. To add to this she was wearing a very short black skirt, whiteblouse, and a push-up type of bra that made her tiny titts look 10 timeslarger, and grey shiney nylons, with black high heals. She looked like ahooker.! Before i could speek, Ann said that we were going to have some funby pretending that she was a younger, trashy woman that i just picked up.She knows how much an older woman turns me on, but just wanted to trysomething new. Wow, What a situation.! Right away I got hard as a rock, butshe just would not let me touch her, and she would not give me a clue towhat was under her outfit.! She said we were going to wait until we gotbackto her place.! This only added to my exitement.!

Well we went out for dinner in a nice place in the next town, so we wouldnot be recognized. After a few drinks, dinner, and a few more drinks, withme pawing, groping, touching her legs, and trying to kiss her, and her ofcourse trying to fight me off, we left for the car. As soon as we gotoutside in a dark area of the parking lot, I grabbed her from behind andburried my face into her neck. She of course, playing right along, foughtmeoff, Ankara bayan escort or tried to. I spun her around, and kissed her, pushing my tounge intoher mouth. My hands went right between her leggs, only to haver her pullaway.! She was so sexy, and trashy, I almost came in my pants.! This hotlady 20 years my senior, was prick teasing me.!

Well after 15 minutes of this we got into the car, and with me trying togetmy hand up her skirt, and grab her titts,it was pretty hard to drive. After20 agonizing minutes we got to Anns house. She opened the door, just as Istopped, and ran into the house, with me right behind. Once inside she didacomplete turn around, by wildly grabbing me, she pulled my shirt, pants,shoes and socks off, all the while, kissing me, licking my lipps, chest,andjust missing my huge hard dick with her bright red lipps, on purpose.

Ann now began a semi strip tease, while she pressed against me as she triedto get her crotch against my cock. Her tounge and mouth tasted so hot, shelooked terriffic, and even over her strong erotic perfume,i got my first whiff of her pussy juice. My god, she must be soaking.! Bynow she had pushed me back onto the bed, and was dry humping me, as shesucked my tounge into her mouth. I lifted her skirt, and grabbed her ass.She was wearing the silkiest thigh top nylons I have ever seen, a fullpantygirdle,and panties underneath. I pushed my dick against her sopping crotch,as she groaned and sucked on my tounge.

All at once she sat up, and pulled a pair of her worn panties out fromunderthe pillow, and placed the stained crotch area under my nose. Ann then wentdown on me, teasing me again by jacking me off, licking, andtounging the hole in the end of my cock. I begged her to suck me, and sheswallowed the entire shaft in one downward thrust. I almost came rightthen.The soft light in the corner of her room, shed just enough light for me tosee how erotic she really looked dressed like this. Her dark eyes battingopen, the long silver grey hair, those sweet smelling Escort bayan Ankara panties under mynose,and those red lips around my cock, and her hand inside her panties, so icould see her playing with her pussy. It was to much for me, i came likecrazy, with the first shot of cum so strong that she could barley keep upwith the swallowing, and some leaked out from the sides of her hot mouth.Ann finished by licking me clean.

When she was finished with her treat, ( Ann just loves to suck my cock ),She squatted over my face telling me to sniff her cunt, which I didwillingly. I was suprised how wet she was, her girdle crotch was soaked.!She then slipped off the girdle, and re-mounted my face, placing her pantycovered pussy over my mouth, and ordered me to “eat my pussy, baby” as idid, she fucked my face like this was the first time. I eagerly sucked ather slit, looking for my “prize”, her stiff clitt, and began trying to getit and some panty into my mouth.After about 4 minutes of this she got stiff, and as I looked up at herface,she rolled her eyes back, and let out a loud scream, and began grunting asshe pushed her cunt farther into my face. After about 3 orgasms, she turnedaround in a 69 position, and swallowed my prick once again.

I had by now taken about enough of this, and begged to fuck her. “Not yetbaby”, Ann said. She rolled over and laid back, and told me to “fuck mypanties”, which of course i did. I put the head of my coch against herslit,just the way she likes, and pushed against the pure white panty. Ann pulledme against her, and raised her face up, kissing me and shoving her toungeinto my mouth, looking for for and finding my tounge. Ann was going crazyhumping against my dick, and ordering me to “panty fuck me, fuck momma,fuckme hard,baby”.!

Well, Ann came once more in a wild bucking against my cock, which was bynowabout 2 inches into her pussy, along with the panties. It felt greatfuckingher sopping wet, nylon lined crotch, with those long soft nylon coveredleggs wrapped around me. I pulled Bayan escort Ankara off after she came, and turned her overonto her hands and knees. After rubbing against her big round ass for awhile, i was ready. I pulled off her panties, and got behind her, pushingmyface into her smooth shaved ass. Ann slammed back into me, as I took thesoaking wet panties and banged her swollen clitt, which was so long andstiff, it was almost like a small cock.! I took turns sucking on her pussy,and ass hole while this hot lady enjoyed another cum, gushing her juiceinto my face, with her clitt throbbing against my panty covered fingers.

Ann now turned over, spred her legs, and ordered me to mount her face toface. I was so turned on looking at her with all the make-up, the silvergrey wig, with long hair around her shoulders, i could have cum just bylooking.! But I wanted more. I slowley started to insert my cock into hervery tight, half shaved pussy, as Ann moaned and barked instructions, “fuckme, slow and deep baby, fuck your old lady real good”. As this was happening

Ann reached over and got the panties I had pulled off her, and inhaled her order very deepley. A long husky groan told me she was very aroused be herown smell,which i had to admit, was out of this world. I’ve never tasted a sweeter pussy as Anns, in my whole life.!

As i bottomed out in her cunt, she offered me a taste of her panty, as isucked part of the crotch gussett into my mouth, Ann did the same. We shared panty, as she screamed “fuck,fuck,fuck me, i could feel her hand go down toher swollen clitt. I stopped for a moment and lay flat against her, and could feel the added cushin of her pumped up bra, into my chest. My hands roamed over her nylons, which drives her crazy, as i pumped my dick in andout of her sopping hole. Our tounges were twisting around, tangeled insweet tasting panty crotch, as she pulled me tightley into her mouth and pussy,muttering for me to fuck her. I managed to get a finger into her ass, andweboth came together, me pumping cum into her as she squirted her juice out.

As we lay on the bed relaxing, i told Ann how turned on i was by her hookerrole playing. This 60 year old beauty is still hotter, wilder, and morecreative than my wife, and most other ladies 40 years younger.!

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You know those people who are just not very good friends with deodorant? You run into them once in a while, maybe in a crowd, or on public transport – bonus points if it’s on a hot day. Most people react to that by being disgusted, and honestly, I get that. Never have I thought that the smell of a sweaty man can be anything else but off-putting. That is until I ran into somebody who changed everything about that.

A year ago, when I was eighteen years old, two of my friends and I started a small tech company in our hometown. We had this idea in high school that we always wanted to explore and I never thought we would ever actually go through with it, but we did! Right after our graduation, we pulled up all the money we had saved and invested it all into this project. It was our baby. We were working on it hard, day and night. I can’t stress how much time and energy we invested in this thing, so naturally, we were expecting to collect the fruits of our effort soon!

Sadly, you can probably guess how it goes for most companies like that. Great enthusiasm at the beginning, but then the reality hits you hard. With the few resources we had access to, we had trouble generating any kind of profit. A couple of customers were interested in our product, but it just wasn’t enough to keep us above water, so we ended pouring more and more of our money into it.

A couple of months later, one of my friends dropped out of the whole thing and decided to get a regular job instead. The other one didn’t say anything, but I could tell he was starting to have second thoughts too. I started becoming nervous. I didn’t want this project to go south, especially since – in my eyes – we had barely even started.

The solution was obvious. Find an investor, so we could pour more money into marketing and get off the ground.

Finding somebody willing to invest in a small company like ours that only generates a few hundred dollars every month at best and which is also run by a pair of teenagers was not easy. I sent out emails, asked around, tried as hard as possible to find a good contact, but I was unsuccessful. Until one fateful day.

I didn’t know this guy very much, but the friend of his friend told me he would put a good word in a company that he was in contact with somehow. I didn’t know much about the company back then but I was grateful that he would do that for us. Then I kind of forgot about it and started looking elsewhere, because I didn’t want to get my hopes up… until I received an email.

It was them! The company! They said in the email that they saw our website, that they were impressed with our product, and that they wanted to meet with me, personally, to discuss our future! I can’t express how excited I felt after seeing that email. At first, I thought it was just a prank, but the more I looked into the company online, the more I was convinced that this was a real chance for us!

The company specialized in making perfumes and colognes. That kind of threw me off later when I calmed down from the excitement and started thinking about it. Our product was very tech-oriented, and I didn’t see a lot of overlap between our fields. Why would they want to invest in us? However we were too desperate to question anything – my friend and business partner told me that he was thinking of dropping out as well and I knew I had to take action.

Over the next couple of days, I was in contact with various people from this company. The cooperation they had in mind was a large investment in our company in exchange for advertisement services and some shares. Specifically, they asked for fifteen percent. Even though I was very grateful for this opportunity, it was important for me to have our company as independent as possible, so I started negotiating that. I was pretty sure I could make them go down to ten percent. They seemed to be happy with the phone calls and finally, they told me that the CEO of the company wants to meet me personally to officially discuss and sign the deal.

That was the day when everything happened – and here is where I finally get back to my initial topic.

It was almost a hundred degrees outside and I was suffering in my tight suit while on the way to the basketball court. The CEO, Jim Wolf, was apparently really into baseball in his free time and wanted to meet me right after his game was over. He asked me to meet me at the court – I guess he was a very busy man who could only squeeze so many meetings into his already tight schedule. I took the bus there and walked up to the court, which seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. Not a lot of people were at the bleachers, just a handful of onlookers looking at something that seemed like a casual game of baseball between a couple of friends. I didn’t know which one of them was Jim, but the players noticed me soon enough – I was sticking out like a sore thumb with the suit I was wearing in that weather – and one of them quickly ran up to me.

He was a tall man with a very athletic build. Not Ankara bayan escort overly buff, but with really nicely toned muscles that only regular workout and lots of running around could give you. He must have been in his late forties and didn’t look like a CEO of anything, as much as a friendly uncle. Sharp blue eyes and a semi-kept beard that was a mixture of blonde and ginger. He was wearing a fitting baseball uniform, red and white stripes, complete with the cap and the tall socks. The hairy forearms and the patch of pubic hair coming out of his collar was a hint to me that Jim Wolf was very hairy and he wasn’t about to let a blade of a razor change anything about that.

When he approached me, he was drenched in sweat and wearing a smile on his face.

“You must be Andy,” he said when he saw me and immediately stuck out his hand to greet me, “Pleasure to meet you. The name is Jim Wolf, but feel free to just call me Jim.”

His friendly attitude was a pleasant surprise – I thought I would have to deal with some kind of cold-blooded corporate shark, but this guy seemed nice enough. Another thing that I noticed about him was his musk, that hit me from a mile away. That kind of honest, sweaty smell you could only get if you were a man running around all day in this weather. That was nothing surprising though and I didn’t want to be rude, so I pretended I didn’t notice anything.

“Yeah, that’s me… Um… It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wo… I mean, Jim. I hope I’m not too early?”

“Oh, no worries,” he replied, waving his hand, “The boys and I were just wrapping this up. Tell you what – my driver just pulled up in my car in front of the other entrance. He’s going to drive us to my office to discuss our deal. Would you mind waiting for me in my car? I will only take a minute.”

Of course, I had no issue with that. I nodded and assured him that I will be waiting for him there and told him to take as much time as he needed. Then he ran back to the court while I walked off to the entrance.

I knew that a CEO would drive something fancy, but I wasn’t expecting a full-blown limousine to be waiting for us in front of the basketball court! A huge, black, shiny beautiful limo was just there, waiting for us, contrasting the empty field behind it. It looked so out of place! I felt intimidated the minute I saw it, but then I put it together and walked up to it. Before I could even knock on the window, one of the doors in the back opened for me itself.

“Good afternoon,” the driver said to me in a cheerful, professional tone, “Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable. Mr. Wolf will be here in a minute.”

I greeted the driver and took a seat at the left, leaving some space for Jim for when he gets back. The leather seats were very comfortable and the whole car was nice and cozy. The interior of it matched the shiny front. It was luxurious – not in a kitsch way, but you could just tell that everything was top quality. The driver was sitting in the front with the window pulled down. He didn’t look like he had anything else to say to me and just kept a professional smile. Fair enough.

I was expecting that it would take a while before Jim showed up – I assumed that even if he finished up the game already and said goodbye to his friends quickly, it would take him a while to shower and change into some fresh clothes. It was searing hot outside, after all. Imagine my surprise when the door opened and I saw Jim there in the exact same state as when I met him!

He was still drenched in sweat and was about to sit on these expensive seats in his dirty, sweaty baseball uniform! I tried to hide my shock out of fear of seeming rude and handwave it away, thinking that it was probably normal for rich people to do weird things like that. I didn’t understand how he could be comfortable though!

“Ah, what a good game…” he said to himself while fetching a towel that was waiting for him at the seat to – at least – wipe his face. It didn’t help much with the overall sweating obviously, but he still got in and closed the door behind him. He shot me a smile before turning to the driver.

“The office, Reggie. And would you please turn the AC off? It’s hot outside and I would hate to catch a cold.”

“Right away, sir,” Reggie complied, to my horror. No AC? It didn’t seem like he was about to open the windows either – the three of us were going to hotbox in this car with Jim still wearing his dirty clothes from the baseball game! I gulped and hoped the ride wouldn’t last too long, but the robotic voice of the GPS navigation booting up confirmed my worst fears.

“Your journey has started. Please, drive forward and merge into the highway. Your destination is one hour and twenty minutes away.”

“It’s a bit of a drive,” Jim turned to me when the car started moving, “But I still like to come here often. I have fond memories of this baseball court. I was about your age when we started playing here with my friends. Do you play baseball, Escort bayan Ankara Andy?”

“Um… no,” I said, somehow finding myself more nervous than before, “But I did play soccer – a little bit, in high school.”

He chuckled loudly at that.

“Ha! That’s funny, I remember we were in some serious competition with the soccer team at my high school. Not going to lie, we bullied them a little. We used to call them ‘cocksuckers’,” he said, while he leaned in to slap my thigh, “Yeah, I know, not proud of it… It was all in good fun though.”

I thought at that moment that I expected a lot of things from meeting Jim Wolf, except for this super friendly attitude. It was throwing me off a little. Was this laid back approach his way of somehow fooling me into a false sense of security to negotiate? Or was he just a friendly guy, making it so far in his field because of his charisma?

More importantly, his musk was starting to slowly get to me, even more so now when he leaned closer to me. The longer we were in the car, the harder it was for me to ignore it. He didn’t seem to be wearing any deodorant at all. Wasn’t that weird for a guy in charge of a perfume company?

“Well, enough chit-chat,” he said, “I know you didn’t come here to talk about high school. Let’s get down to business. To open up, I must say that I find your business very impressive. I looked into your project and your team’s achievements so far and I was very intrigued by the idea of cooperating with you.”

“That’s… very flattering, Jim,” I responded, with a smile, “We put a lot of hard work into our company. Thank you.”

“You remind me of myself, back in the day,” he said, “I was just like you. Young, ambitious, full of spunk. I wasn’t as young as you when I started my company, but still pretty young. Having to climb my way up through the competition taught me a lot. Not only about being ambitious and going after what I wanted. It helped me learn lots of different qualities too. Like… humility.”

“Right,” I nodded, only getting about half of what he was saying. I was so distracted by his smell. It stopped being annoying about a minute ago and now started becoming something else. Like… it demanded my attention somehow.

“That’s why I would like to help you out. And to cooperate with you, closely and personally. A young man like you has a future, and people like you are always the best investments.”

He was very friendly. Too friendly, maybe? Was he buttering me up? Was the mix of his nice attitude and the fact that he didn’t take a shower on purpose some kind of an alpha move? Like, maybe he wanted me to be uncomfortable. But the look in his eyes… he seemed like he was genuinely interested in me as a person. What was going on?!

“Of course,” he said, “I’m still a businessman. I have to look after my needs too. Let me just get a little comfortable here…”

I looked down and couldn’t believe what I was seeing – his feet were kicking off the sneakers. He was about to go barefoot in this car! The shoes flew on the other side of the limo and I was staring at his feet, wrapped tightly in his high, red socks, with dark, wet patches of potent sweat. Needless to say, the air was much more intense right now, the smell of sweat mixing with the distinct aroma of feet that were running all day trapped in very non-breathing sneakers.

Very slowly, as if he was doing it to tease me, his soles started pulling down the socks on both the opposite feet, revealing his hairy knuckles and insteps. I also noticed that his feet were very large, even for a man his size. The smell doubled once the socks hit the floor.

“Aaah,” Jim Wolf groaned as he stretched his legs and toes for a while before crossing his legs, hanging his left foot to dangle over to my side, “Now where were we?”

I mean, how rude was this guy?! This was clearly intentional and he was definitely going somewhere with this! Only… I wasn’t sure where that was. If it was to make me feel uncomfortable, it worked only partially. The smell got deep into my nostrils and while I was disgusted at the very beginning of this, not it just seemed… I don’t know. I just knew that I wasn’t able to take my eyes off Jim and the smell was the only thing I could focus on.

It was weirdly invigorating, like if you could somehow inhale coffee. It felt like Jim Wolf’s essence was entering my bloodstream somehow, like he was inside me. Up until now, I was trying to hold my breath so I wouldn’t have to smell it, but now I was breathing harder than normal. My blood was pumping, I could feel my heart beating and my thinking becoming more and more clouded. At one very weird moment, I even felt a small twitch in my dick.

“The exclusive advertising rights, as well as a 15% share of your company,” Jim Wolf continued, seemingly oblivious to me being very overwhelmed at that time, “In exchange for a complex partnership. I’m not just talking about a one-off sum of money. I’m talking about more regular investments, Bayan escort Ankara as well as a close partnership and a personal mentorship, from me to you. I’m not interested in just a transaction, Andy, I’m interested in close cooperation between us two.”

He was maintaining eye contact the whole time he was talking, and his tone was still friendly, but very confident and direct. After he said all that, he smirked.

“But I do need you to be okay with the deal as it is, Andy. Nothing in life is free, right?”

Ugh… I knew this negotiation was going to come and was preparing for it at home for hours, why couldn’t the words just come into my mind?! That fucking smell…

“Jim,” I began, my voice shaky, “I can tell you right now that the advertisement is no issue. I’m even prepared to go further than the original deal and I’m more than happy just advertising for you. However, the shares…”

“I understand,” he interrupted me, “You are a small, new company. You have big dreams. The last thing you want is to have a big corporation meddling with everything at every other board meeting. I can assure you we’re reasonable, we’ve been doing this for a while and we’re confident with letting you make your decisions yourselves. But we also require trust. Are you able to provide us, to provide ME, with that trust, Andy?”

He was good at talking. Or… I don’t know, he was probably good with talking but he was even better with…

I was trying so hard not to pant. My suit started feeling very stuffy and the air was so… heavy…

Instead of answering directly, I started taking off my suit jacket – something I should have done when I got into the damn car. This heat needed to be dealt with. Needless to say, it didn’t help much.

“Sorry, I just… it’s a little stuffy in here,” I said, sheepishly, in hopes that me speaking out would be enough of an encouragement for Jim – or the driver – to at least open the window. No success.

“By all means, Andy,” Jim responded with a wide smile while putting his arm over my seat, exposing his armpit to me. With the way the sleeve was rolled up, the bushy armpit hair was partially out and the whole area was wet with sweat. My lips became weirdly dry watching that.

“Can I have a question, Mr… I mean, Jim?”

“Of course, Andy, ask away.”

“Why us?” I turned to face him again, “I mean, we’re a tech company. We don’t really sell anything that goes with perfumes or… anything like that. Our target group is very different from yours. I don’t want to discourage you from the cooperation of course, but I need to ask… why?”

He smirked at me, showing his perfect teeth and leaned a couple of inches closer. His musk started to give me a… tingling sensation. Like something was crawling under my skin, teasing and stimulating me from the inside. And that something was slowly making its way to my dick.

“No offense, Andy, but I think you are a little misguided. Our business is relevant to everybody – including your customer and you personally. Smells and aromas control our everyday life more than you might think. We judge and form opinions on people sometimes just on the basis of. Especially at the first impression.”

I was visibly breathing at that point. The air was heavy, physically, but the atmosphere felt even heavier. Jim’s tone was changing. He was still friendly and still smiling. But there was something new to his voice. Or… maybe not new, but much more intense now.

“We like to pretend we’re better than that but at our most basic level, we’re just animals,” he almost whispered, “And smell affects us all. Pheromones. Me, you… it can make us feel content, agitated, or even… heh. Let’s just say it has power. But I think you are starting to understand that.”

My whole body was shaking. I wanted nothing more than…

“I think this negotiation is over,” he said, “Thank you for being so reasonable, Andy. You won’t regret us closing this deal.”

“Mr. Wolf…” I said, remembering we were on a first-name basis, but feeling like this salutation was way more fitting now.

He didn’t correct me. He just lifted his left arm even more, opening up his armpit to me completely.

“Go for it. You know you want to.”

That was the order that tipped me over. My dignity stepped aside to make room for something much, much more powerful. I didn’t care that the driver was there, most likely watching us through the driving mirror. I leaned in to take in that powerful source of the thing that was driving me insane since we drove off.

My face landed right in his sweaty, manly armpit and my nose inhaled a large dose of that masculine goodness. I breathed in and let the stink creep up my nostrils only to have fireworks set off in my brain. I whimpered, loudly, definitely loudly enough for the driver to hear. That information got lost somewhere in my brain, in the sea of hormones.

“Let me help you out, kid,” he said, while he rolled up the sleeve even more with his free hand, providing me complete access to his naked, sweaty skin. His unshaved armpit was so ripe and so fucking good – I couldn’t help but show my gratitude for letting me have this. I buried my nose deep into it and just stayed there.

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The annoying beep, beep, beep woke me from my little Saturday morning daydream, buried in washing dishes after sneakily treating myself to pancakes for breakfast I had drifted into a little world all my own, but the sound of the moving truck backing up the next door driveway startled me, I didn’t even know it had sold it had been empty that long.

I watched with interest as the contents were carried inside bit by bit. Wow there was some pretty nice stuff, the furniture all looked pretty swish.

I watched as a couple of really hunky looking men laboured hard carrying large boxes inside. I also noticed a fairly tall lithe woman standing by the front door directing traffic. She was younger than me by about ten years with very defined features, she was both mysterious and inviting yet somehow aloof. She was dressed casually but still managed to look like she had fallen off the cover of Vogue, or Woman’s day magazine, damn it I hatred her already, I imagined if my husband had been here he would have been drooling.

I watched mindlessly, my husband John was off at a football game with his mates and I was enjoying having the house to myself. Our teenage daughter Debbie was off with friends and I was free to do whatever I wanted.

I watched the woman amazed at how she seemed to glide rather than walk, god how did she make her arse wobble like that? I sighed hating the envious stab at my waistline.

I managed to drag myself away and was hanging out the laundry when I heard a loud crash and what must have been the woman’s voice shriek, “Be careful!”

I nosily peeked over the fence; they were unloading a rather large crate in front of the garage. The woman was in aggressively in charge as she barked demandingly at them, “There had better be no damage, or somebody is going to pay!”

A couple of the men peeled back a couple of planks exposing whatever was inside, she leaned down and peeked, “Oh thank god, you can rest easy boys.” I was stretching to see what the fuss was about and standing on tippy toe, craning my neck to see when the woman turned and saw me staring. The moment her eyes locked on mine I felt my face flush with embarrassment, ‘Shit caught spying.’ Her deep penetrating glance turned me to mush and I dropped quickly to the ground silently cursing myself for being caught out. ‘Shit, shit, shit, I felt stupid, how did she do that? Make me feel like an idiot.’

I almost crawled back to hanging out the laundry and snuck inside feeling foolish. I went back to the safety of the kitchen to watch, but as I stared out the window her eyes again caught me and the corners of her mouth turned upwards in a sardonic twisted grin. I felt like I had been scolded by the principle, as jets of water sprayed everywhere covering me in suds. I had to quickly grab the tap to shut it down. I hadn’t felt like this since my first date.

I quickly stepped back from the window and went about my business, stopping at lunchtime for coffee and a bite to eat. When I peered out the kitchen window the truck was gone, all that was left was the large crate in front of the garage. Ever since being caught out I felt uncomfortable and uneasy, with one simple gaze she had made me feel like a naughty child and I didn’t like it.

I had dinner in the oven cooking when John got home, he was so wrapped up in talking about the stupid game he barely showed he heard me say we have new neighbours. But as I told him I wasn’t even sure it was plural, I made an assumption even although I hadn’t seen a man other than the movers that she would have a husband.

As the days drifted by I kept a closer than normal eye on the place, one day when I was at work the crate vanished, then the next there was a sporty little convertible parked in the drive. That certainly got John’s interest piqued, he didn’t care who they were but the car… Wow now that excited him.

We had been married now long enough for the gloss to have well and truly worn off, we were comfortable and happy but the gloss and excitement had definitely faded. Why I was so interested in the couple next door I can’t explain, the look in her eye? There was something about her that piqued my interest, she stirred something deep inside me. Who knows… but I wanted to know who they were, we were neighbours damn it. When I tried to get John to go over and introduce himself he laughed at me, “You’re so damned interested you go… I don’t care.”

My job as a relief school teacher meant I did get days off during the week and I was surprised to see a fairly constant stream of cars come and go next door, but the surprising thing was they were all women, I never once saw men or even a man go inside. Maybe her husband worked away somewhere, or was on the road a lot. This was a very expensive neighbourhood, not your normal solo mum territory.

She made the odd appearance and always looked like she stepped off the cover of that magazine, never a hair out of place and always dressed divinely, she had incredible taste and much like Ankara escort her furniture it was all labels, no shopping at K mart there. She made me feel shabby without even trying and had my inferiority complex running at full speed.

It might sound catty but I hated women like her, always looking so effortlessly elegant and stylish even when I saw her in the morning she looked spectacular, damn it, it’s just not fair. I was attractive I suppose, at least I used to think so, although lately since she moved in next door I was feeling very second hand.

We didn’t even speak for weeks, I knew she saw me but for whatever reason she ignored me, turning her nose up, well at least that’s how it felt.

It was when a package got dropped off at our door and when I went to open it I realised it was addressed to next door. I smiled, ‘Ha I’ll teach her.’ I put it on the dresser beside the door and tried to ignore it, I expected her to come looking for it but no, she never did, every day I walked past it thinking today would be the day but no it dragged on and on until I caved.

It was driving me crazy knowing it was there so after spending two hours in front of the bathroom mirror doing my hair and applying makeup and another hour going through my wardrobe looking for something that didn’t make me look so ordinary I picked up the package and walked next door. Knocking on the door I felt silly and anxious, god even my palms were clammy. When she opened it my heart skipped a beat, I felt like a stupid kid on a first date.

She opened the door and her beautiful smile lit up my world. “Oh hello.” She purred, like a tiger waiting to pounce.

“Um this was delivered to our place by mistake.” I spluttered holding it out to her.

She reached for it as well and nodded, “Ah I wondered where it had gone, I have been berating the couriers for losing it.” I was expecting to get an invite in but she offered a quick thank you and closed the door leaving me standing there shocked and a little peeved. ‘Wow what a bitch.’

I walked home seething, silently cursing her under my breath.

Saturday came again and with John and Debbie both gone for the day and the doors locked I decided that my other Saturday distraction, my guilty pleasure had been neglected for to long. I poured a glass of wine and went into the bedroom, lay back on the bed with my new book, a racy story, which of course was my guilty pleasure. I love erotic fiction and romance novels, having recently picked up what was the sexiest thing I had read I ages, having only just started I was dying to get back into it.

Propped up on the bed, with the sun pouring in through the window bathing the bed and me in beautiful warm sunshine I casually sipped my wine. By the time I was on my third glass my hand had already slid down into my panties and my finger slowly eased its way into the slippery crevice that was my vagina. Ah I loved that first slippery touch, my clammy kitty opening up and my fingers sliding inside. This particular story was good and as the main female character was making love with her handsome paramour my finger was busily gliding in and out of my little kitty. I could feel my juices flowing and as the electric tingles started deep within I was getting very juicy, I love that dirty sound, I get all squishy and I can hear as well as feel my fingers as the wriggles and slide in and out. Lost in the moment the book long since dropped and my mind now in full imaginary mode, I could almost fell the hard muscles of the young hunk as he made passionate love to me, it felt so real with my eyes clamped shut I could smell his sweaty body banging away on top of me. Lost in the moment I could almost feel his coarse wiry pubic hair grinding against me.

As the intense emotions built, I gave in to the sensations my pelvis pushed up hard thrusting against my hand.

Orgasm wasn’t far away, my head was light, my breathing ragged I was almost there, those gorgeous little spasms were becoming uncontrollable, oh god I was going to cum. ‘Oh fuck.’ I whispered to nobody. I don’t talk much when I am with my husband but alone in the moment I like to hear my voice, ‘Fuck, me, oh yes fuck me.’

Just as I was about to fall over the precipice the doorbell rang. I froze, my fingers deep in my kitty. When I didn’t answer there was another loud knock on the door and my moment was broken, gone into the empty ether. Sighing deeply I stood straightening down my dress and rubbing the sticky juices on my hand. I wobbled my way to the door hoping it was just some of Debbie’s friends looking for her and I could chase them away.

As I pulled open the door there was the woman from next door. She smiled broadly, “Good morning, I wanted to apologise for my curt behaviour the other day.” Holding out her hand she introduced herself, “I’m Brianna.”

I was shocked and nervously I held out my hand before realising it was probably still sticky. “Hi, I’m Charlotte.”

As our hands met I saw the smile change to a coquettish Ankara escort bayan smile. She lifted my hand to her lips and kissed my hand her tongue snaking out and sliding along my knuckles as she inhaled deeply. “Seems I interrupted you.”

Shaking my head I muttered hesitantly. “No, no I was just…doing housework.”

My hand was still against her lips, “really, housework huh.” She giggled, “Now that’s housework I would love to help you with.”

My face turned bright red immediately and I could feel my heart thumping crazily. “Whaaaat do you mean?”

She scoffed derisively, “No need to be embarrassed darling, I just meant I would love to help out.”

She let my hand go as I stood statuesque like staring open mouthed, and walked up to me her face inches from mine, her nipples pressing against my own, our inhalations mixing and her mound pressing hotly against mine. The heat, oh my god it was intense, my heart may have stopped, the heat, the heat, it was tremendous.

“Well can I come in?” She breathed, her sweet perfume filling my senses.

I stumbled backwards as she pushed past me. She glided in effortlessly, her hand trailing against my own. She lifted her hand to her mouth and licked it seductively, “Hmmm you taste wonderful.”

My heart leapt into my mouth as I followed in the vacuum of her wake. She turned quickly and lost in my embarrassment I walked right into her as I bumped into her she slid her hands down cupping my arse cheeks and pulling me against her. Slightly taller than me she glared down into my eyes her mocking smile beaming, “Hhhhmmmmm nice, do you work out?”

The heat of her kitty ground against mine, my arms were trapped between us keeping our breasts apart.

She held me tight staring amusingly, she leaned forward to kiss me and I woke from my stupor and pushed with my arms and stumbled out of her grasp. She shrugged, “Oh well, a kiss would have been nice.” She whispered, “I only came to apologise, I should let you get back to your play shouldn’t I?”

She had a questioning look as I gasped, “Yes, I have housework to do.”

Laughing she agreed, “Yes you do, I hope you have a nice orgasm, it tastes delicious.”

With that she nonchalantly walked out leaving me wondering what the hell had just happened.

I stretched to watch her walk up her driveway moving sveltely like a stalking cat. She knew I was watching and enjoyed it.

I collapsed back in a chair, my heart still pounding, I had never so much as looked at another woman, this came out of the blue and disturbed me, my little kitty still pulsed and tingled, as I laid back I could feel the sweat clinging to my sticky skin. Slowly I slid my fingers back into my panties and felt my pulsing hard clit. God I couldn’t remember ever being this excited, as soon as my fingers slid inside the sticky gooey heat coated them and seemingly with ease my body released the tension in the form of a huge shuddering orgasm, disturbingly with my eyes clamped tightly shut all I could see was her mocking smiling face. ‘Oh fuck.’ I whimpered as the waves of delight flowed over my body, my kitty convulsing tightly around my probing fingers.

When John got home I felt like I was raping him, he couldn’t believe his luck but I didn’t hear too many complaints. He was barely in the door before I dragged him into the bedroom.

Over the next few days I tried to get my head around what had happened and every day I craned my neck whenever I heard the slightest noise next door but I didn’t see her.

It wasn’t until we attended a party up the road at Ellen’s place. John and I were chatting with a group of friends when I felt a pat on the shoulder and as I turned Brianna planted a light kiss on my lips, “Hello neighbour.” She whispered.

She had done it again, I was breathless and unable to talk. She mockingly introduced herself to John who was staring weirdly at me. She disappeared into the crowd leaving John questioning, “What was that all about?”

“She just surprised me.”

He laughed, “Well she is certainly a looker, that’s for sure.”

I watched her flitting around the room chatting, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She wore a beautiful emerald green form fitting gown with a long slit up the side, obviously braless her prominent nipples stuck out like beacons. I took the opportunity to appraise her look, her auburn hair was short in a classic angled pageboy cut, her makeup was light, not overdone except for her eyes, her eyes were beautiful dark and smoky. God her nipples were so large and so inviting. Shaking my head I scolded myself for being silly.

As my eyes followed her around the room she turned her head and our eyes locked together and she sneered catching me staring, just for that slit second time stood still.

Embarrassed at being caught again I snuck away into the kitchen. I was pouring a fresh glass of wine when I felt a body crush up behind me, arms sliding around my waist. “Hello lover, did you finish your housework?”

Her Escort Ankara breath was hot and wet on the nape of my neck, her wet lips grazing my Goosebumps covered skin. “Did you have a nice cum?”

Again I was unable to breathe let alone talk. Her hands slid up my tummy easing over my heaving breasts, I couldn’t hold in the little sigh and she giggled, “Yes I bet you did.” Her fingers tweaked my nipples as she mauled and massaged my boobs. Her lips were no longer grazing my skin they sucked venomously as she worked up to my ears, nibbling and nuzzling, biting chewing.

“Charlotte, what are you up to in here?” I heard Ellen calling. I flung Brianna’s arms away pushing back with my arse just as Ellen walked in. “Just getting a drink Ellen.” I stuttered.

She gave me a quizzical gaze before grabbing Brianna’s hand and dragging her away leaving me panting breathlessly wondering what in god’s name was going on with me? My kitty convulsed as I leaned against the counter and sunk my glass of wine in one huge gulp.

It took me a few moments to gather my senses and meander slowly out and mingle with the others.

Bloody hell, I couldn’t get my mind off her, throughout the week I had dreamed about her in the most lurid way possible, I felt like she had cast some form of spell over me, I couldn’t think straight, I couldn’t breathe.

Later after watching her saunter around amongst my friends captivating them all I decided to go outside onto the patio and get some fresh air.

I walked around enjoying the bracing cool night air but was shocked to hear Brianna, who had breezed up behind me unnoticed. “Would you like a smoke?”

Turning and shaking my head I rasped, “I don’t smoke.”

She giggled, “I see.” She pulled out a cigarette and lit up, but as I smelt the acrid smoke I realised it wasn’t tobacco, it was pot. I hadn’t smoked pot since college. She handed it to me and without thinking took a small hit coughing harshly as the biting smoke filled my lungs.

She took a big hit herself as we stood at the end away from doors or windows.

I was still coughing as she took another hit but this time leaned across and slowly blew the smoke into my open inhaling mouth. I sucked in deeply enjoying the softer feel. She passed me a bottle of wine as she took another hit. I laughed at myself, shit drinking wine from a bottle…When was the last time I had done that?

As I handed her the bottle she leaned across again and this time as she blew the smoke into my open mouth her lips grazed against mine. My eyes must have been as big as saucers as I gaped. I inhaled and she kept leaning forward, my eyes closed and I tilted my head expectantly until her lips were sliding wetly over mine, the smoke billowing out as her tongue snaked and slithered its way in.

Oh my god her lips were so soft, so sensuous, big and soft yet firm. I accepted her tongue into my mouth embracing it with my own, our tongues coiled and danced. Not a slow dance but a tango, a fiery burst of wine enhanced passion.

Just as I thought it could get no better she pulled back separating as she took another hit and as our kiss restarted I tasted the acrid smoke filtering into me as I sucked her tongue.

Her breasts pushed against me as she pushed me back against the post grinding her pussy hard against me, her leg pushed in between mine and I could feel her kitty on my thigh as she ground harder rubbing her clit up and down my exposed leg, her arms around my neck as she kissed me like I had never been kissed before.

Was this heaven? Had I died and gone to some exotic land where breathing was optional?

It was torrid, sweltering, her lips were incredible, I had never felt anything like it, her boobs crushed against me, our nipples colliding. As she writhed against me like an angry snake her other leg pushed up between my legs and I felt her thigh rubbing my clit, mashing my engorged swollen kitty around. God I was so hot I heard it squelch squishing against her leg.

I heard a bang realising she had dropped the bottle, lost in our excitement. It was like she was fucking me, her hips thrusting wildly as she ground harder and harder and I realised…oh my god I was going to cum, she was fucking me against a post in my friends garden with a room full of people only metres away and I was going to cum, oh fuck I was going to cum and I couldn’t have stopped it if I wnted.

With that realisation in the bank I thrust back fucking her as her hips bucked ferociously jamming her leg wetly between my open lips crushing my clit and I came, I came harder and more intensely than I have ever cum in my life. Tears rolled down my cheeks in a mixture of sheer sexual delight, embarrassment and shame.

Christ I’m a middle aged married woman for god’s sake.

As we rocked together she smiled, truly smiled for the first time. “Don’t cry darling, you were wonderful.” She kissed away my tears and wiped my face with her thumb. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m married, and you’re a woman!” I croaked, “Jesus what have I done?”

Her arms wrapped around me like a security blanket, “Relax my darling Charlotte, it doesn’t matter, we shared a moment, don’t tell me you didn’t like it.”

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I rarely write in the third person, so this story is an experiment for me. My thanks to Jeriscol for his editing and education about the commas and semicolons.

*

Marybeth stomped down the street trying to vent her anger. Brad had pissed her off every day this week, setting a new record for his insensitivity and selfishness. Moreover her wrist hurt where he’d twisted it trying to gain control over her and make her have sex with him the night before. She’d spit in his face and he’d thrown her across the room onto the sofa. Now that she thought of it, her hip hurt too.

“Oh, God,” she thought, “I’m headed towards a divorce. He was so nice when we lived together — and then we had to go and get married.” The wedding had been two years ago and the marriage had gone downhill from there. A fleeting thought of the lavish wedding and reception flashed through her head.

“I’ll call Jess later and see if she has any suggestions.” Jess, her long-time best friend, had divorced her husband of five years the year before and now seemed to be living an idyllic life living and working in the Embarcadero in San Francisco. She had several attentive boyfriends that seemed to adore her and satisfy her every need. Marybeth pushed back the twinge of jealousy that crept into her mind when she thought of Jess.

“Coffee; must have a coffee.” The aroma of fresh brewed coffee wafted onto the sidewalk as she passed the Starbucks near her office. As usual she turned and waited in line for the expensive brew.

Afterwards, as a reward that fine spring morning and also to cool her temper and anger at Brad before she went to her office, she sat at a small metal table outside the coffee shop and sipped the hot coffee.

It was then that she noticed renovations going on in the empty store next door to Starbucks. The store had sat vacant for almost two years, the art gallery that had been in the place had folded. She recalled the art had never appealed to her and that she’d never seen anyone other than the gallery owner in the store. No wonder it had folded. There was no indication of what the new store would become.

*

Two days later, Marybeth stomped down the street — as usual. She thought, “Brad’s setting a new record. He’s been an asshole everyday this month.” This morning he’d yelled at her for leaving her dirty clothes from the day before in a pile in the corner of the bedroom. Of course, his were strewn from one end of their condominium to the other, some of them smelly remnants of his basketball game with the guys the evening before at the court in the schoolyard near where they lived. He’d thrown a few things at her but fortunately they’d been clothing.

Also as usual, she turned into Starbucks glancing at the pile of construction debris piled curbside for trash pickup by the empty store next door. “That’s quite a renovation they’re doing there,” she thought. I wonder what the store will be.

When her turn came to order her coffee she also asked the girl behind the counter if she knew what the store would be. The result was a shrug and a shake of the head.

On her way to work she peered through the windows of the construction site next door. The place would be some kind of nicely appointed office space. She could see that the contractors were preparing a number of separate rooms. Based on wires hanging from the wall, the place would be well connected with computers and such. She speculated on what kinds of business that might include: insurance? Investments? Telemarketing? Oh well, time will tell.

*

Two weeks later things had only gotten worse with Brad. Marybeth came out from Starbucks and sat down to enjoy her morning coffee. She thought, “I have to get my head off my hellish life with Brad and into my job. My marriage is affecting everything I do.” Suddenly, she noticed the intriguing name for the store that had been under construction. The signage must have gone up the day before while she’d been at work:

Marriage Exchange

“Hummm. Marriage Exchange,” she thought, “I’d love to exchange my marriage for someone else’s. I wonder if they’ll do that for me? Nah. Probably just a catchy name for a marketing company of some kind — or perhaps counseling.” After all, no one could exchange your marriage, could they?

She reflected on Brad’s latest ‘stunt’ as she referred to them. He’d gone out drinking with the guys and not come home until one in the morning. Then he’d demanded sex with her. She’d told him on no uncertain terms to ‘fuck off’ and get sober. She locked him out of the bedroom, worried that he’d destroy the door. He’d slept on the couch, again, and was just rolling his slovenly body into gear as she’d left the condo. “What a mess I’ve made of my life — my marriage,” she thought.

The thought of sex flit through her mind and made her smile. She hadn’t had sex with Brad for months. She decided to save her ‘treasures’ for some future, more deserving lover. Brad Ankara escort was turned off — permanently. Nonetheless, she felt needy some days. She thought of Jess and her lovers. She’d call Jess later, if nothing more than to get her perspective on what she should do. Jess was earthy, but gave good advice and was always a good listener.

After she finished her coffee, Marybeth looked in the windows of the new shop again, however, there appeared there was no furniture or equipment yet in the offices. The following day, she asked about the shop at Starbucks but again only got a shrug indicating both indifference and lack of knowledge.

*

A week later, seething with her latest frustration with Brad, something to do with his anger over her meals and his drinking problem, Marybeth trod into Starbucks, her mind full of thoughts about how soon she could extricate herself from her husband. Such a shame I can’t snap my fingers and make him vanish like the witch on that old black and white TV show.

A few minutes later armed with her coffee, she decided she’d better let her anger at Brad cool down before barreling into work with her current attitude. She sat at one of the metal tables and took a deep breath. “Maybe I should try mediation,” she thought, “Or levitation; I’ll levitate Brad right into the path of a speeding locomotive.”

She looked across the sidewalk and for the first time realized that the previously vacant store now had come to life: Marriage Exchange. There were lights on in the establishment and she could see one woman moving around the outer reception area, neatening up the area.

Marybeth screwed up her courage, stood and walked towards the new store. As she entered a subtle sweet aroma of jasmine caught her attention and made her pause. She could feel some of her anger drain away.

“Hello,” a woman’s voice said pleasantly. “May I help you?”

Marybeth turned and looked at the woman: about her age, pretty — no even beautiful, trim, wonderful skin tone, hair done in an attractive twist, silk blouse, black stovepipe slacks, low heels. “Yes, I guess.” She paused and for a moment mused over how her own dress standards had declined as her anger at Brad grew. “Your store name caught my attention. I wondered what you did, or perhaps if you have a brochure.”

The woman smiled and said, “I’m Tara. And yes, we do have a brochure.” She rummaged in her desk and produced a single pocket-sized pamphlet with picture of smiling couples on it. She rose again and handed it to Marybeth. “Do you need a replacement or a better model?” she asked with a touch of humor in her voice.

Marybeth asked, “Replacement? Better model?” The woman sounded like she’d been talking about refrigerators.

Tara laughed. “Yes. Women come to us when they either need to replace a husband or boyfriend that’s left them high and dry, or they want to get rid of one they have and get a better one. Usually they’re in a marriage, but not always; sometimes it’s a long-term relationship, that’s why we call it Marriage Exchange.”

Marybeth nodded in understanding and stated bluntly, “Oh, I need a new model!” She glanced at the brochure. “How do you make THAT happen?”

“Well, we have a variety of techniques. Apparently the one you have doesn’t show any signs of departing? Have you tried counseling?”

Marybeth said, “He won’t go to counseling; I’ve asked several times. And, no, he won’t leave on his own. All he does is criticize and yell at me for my mistakes; he can occasionally be a little physical.” She rubbed her wrist still sore from over a week earlier. “I’ve kept score over the past couple of months and there’s only been one day when he was nice all day.”

“Well, on one level, we have two basic techniques. We can help you push him out, or we can use some outside ‘magnet’ to make him want to leave you for what he thinks will be better. In the process we also find ‘something better’ for you. How’s that sound?”

She thought for a moment and said, “Well, for one, it sounds expensive. Don’t I need a lawyer and divorce papers and things like that?”

“We provide all that as part of our package, satisfaction guaranteed or your money back. The ‘Do It Yourself’ kit is $2,000; the ‘Chauffeured Package’ is $3,000, plus out-of-pocket expenses. There can be a few extras. We can finance the payments or even arrange for the money to be ‘extracted’ from your spouse’s share of the divorce settlement as he departs. When you sign up for one of the programs we explain all the details to you.” She looked at me expectantly.

After a moment Marybeth said, “Let me get back to you. That’s more money than I’ve got now, and I also want to read your brochure. Do you have references for this kind of thing?”

“Oh yes, just let me know when you want them. We’re very patient and there’s no hard sell. I should also mention that something like this can take a few months; a separation or divorce is not something Ankara escort bayan that we can make happen overnight, although we have had a number of miraculous departures or exchanges.” Tara smiled warmly.

Marybeth took the brochure and her coffee and left the store, completing her walk to work. She felt as though a burden had been lifted from her shoulders even though she hadn’t signed up for any Marriage Exchange programs.

At work she read the little brochure about a dozen times, but it provided no further information about Marriage Exchange other than what Tara had told her. There was a phone number, a local exchange that she assumed was the storefront she’d visited. She called and heard Tara answer: “Marriage Exchange, how may I help you?”

“Tara, this is Marybeth Wagner, I was in there about an hour ago. I wondered if I could talk to one or two people that used you guys. Is that awkward?”

“No, no,” Tara told her. “Here are two names: Kate Webster and Diane Lawford. I think they both work in town near here.” She also provided the phone numbers. “If you want I can give you a couple of men as well; you know problems such as you’re facing can be felt equally on either side of a relationship.”

After hanging up, Marybeth dialed Kate’s number. Almost immediately a female voice answered: “Optimal Insurance, how may I direct your call?” She requested Kate Webster and in another moment another voice answered, “Hi. This is Kate.”

Marybeth started, “Kate, you don’t know me but Marriage Exchange gave me your name as a reference. I know it may be presumptive to ask but I was curious why you used them and how you think about someone like me using them? I’m thinking very seriously of signing onto their program.”

“Where are you? Now I mean?” Kate asked.

Marybeth answered, “Errr, I work downtown, near Main and Pineapple.”

Kate said, “Oh, Good. I’m about two blocks from you. How about we do lunch? Do you know the sandwich shop on Cortez near Main?” The pair set up a meeting and two hours later the two women sat on a park bench in front of City Hall eating their sandwiches.

Kate started by telling her story, “I was married to a guy named Charlie. Everybody loved Charlie, including his secretary. He bonked her a few times and I suspected but didn’t have any solid evidence. I could have probably forgiven that, but then his whole disposition around me soured; I couldn’t do anything right. It was a downward spiral. I figured he’d leave but he didn’t, he just hung around, fucked her, and made my life miserable. He wouldn’t go to counseling either. I hated to go home from work. I didn’t know where to turn.”

“A friend told me about Marriage Exchange. I thought it was a joke, you know ‘trade your husband in for a better model’ and all that. It wasn’t. I’m married to Todd now and he’s such a sweetheart, as different as night and day from Charlie. He’s attentive, loving, kind, can’t wait to do things with me, dotes on me, and calls me a few times every day just to tell me he loves me. Moreover,” she whispered, “He’s a divine lover. He’s a dream come true.”

“Anyway, M.E. as I call them; apparently had some other gal enter the picture and come on to Charlie. She was irresistible — even more than his secretary – and he went for the bait. They did their magic on him and next thing I knew he’d packed up and moved out, then pleaded with me to divorce him on my terms. He gave me an outrageously great settlement. A month or so later, just when I was thinking of getting back into life, Todd showed up to offer help and solace, although I didn’t think I needed much of that.” She laughed, “Anyway, I’d resolved to swear off men and never get married again. Todd swept me off my feet, from day one, and a couple of months after my divorce became final, we ran away to Vegas and got hitched. I’ve never been happier in my life and my life only gets better with him.”

Marybeth pushed and prodded with questions; amazed and incredulous that Kate could go through such a rapid change and come out of it amazingly upbeat and elated without the bitterness she detected in so many divorced women. Yet the evidence sat beside her on the bench as they had lunch.

Marybeth called Diane Lawford in the afternoon. As soon as Diane realized she’d been given as a reference, she giggled and suggested a glass of wine after work. She told Marybeth, “This isn’t the kind of thing I can talk to you over the telephone about.” They agreed on a spot downtown and Marybeth spent the rest of the afternoon wondering about Kate and Diane’s objectivity. Had they been so desperate to get rid of their husbands that any replacement would do? Had they paid full price? How long had it taken? Were they still bitter?

Diane Lawford was a beautiful woman and warmed instantly to Marybeth. The two settled into a leather-bound booth at the stately old Hotel Drake, now made over and part of a national chain. Each had ordered a glass Escort Ankara of Merlot.

Diane told her, “I can’t tell you how happy I was with Marriage Exchange. Two years ago I even contemplated suicide. Darren, my ex, beat me up once in a while; it was his way of controlling me. I asked him to leave several times, but the most I got out of that discussion was a broken jaw one time. I had to drink my meals through a straw for six weeks; they wired it shut. I also missed two months of work.”

She went on, “A friend had found the Exchange in another city and sent me a brochure. One day while I was at home nursing a black eye, I called them and talked to someone named Rachel. After she understood how desperate I was, she came here at her own expense a few days later and talked me through the program. I signed up and spent three days giving them an unimaginable amount of information about Darren and me, a lot of … well, kind of personal … intimate information. Well, after things started, at least his disposition improved slightly and I didn’t feel I’d get roughed up, and then six weeks after I’d started he told me he was divorcing me; he moved out that day and I haven’t seen him since.”

“What did it cost you?” Marybeth asked.

“Well, it didn’t cost me anything. Darren doesn’t know it but he paid for the Exchange as part of his settlement.”

“Exchange?”

“Oh yes, a couple of months after Darren moved out, Kinsey Cartland showed up on my doorstep, literally. The Exchange had him come by to help me sort out my affairs. They knew I’d eventually have to move to smaller quarters and trim back in a number of ways. Anyway, Kinsey arrived at ten o’clock in the morning and proposed marriage over a bottle of outrageously expensive wine that same day at five o’clock. Of course, I didn’t accept right away, but I did four months later. He swept me off my feet.”

“And you’re happy?” Marybeth asked tentatively.

“Happy?” Diane stated incredulously. “I haven’t had an unhappy second for the three years since Kinsey came into my life. He’s the most fascinating man I know, plus he’s a divine lover.” Diane got a kind of dreamy look on her face.

“Is it … is your marriage all based on sex?” Marybeth asked.

“Oh no,” Diane exclaimed. “He’s a bit of an intellectual. He’s written a couple of dozen books — mostly textbooks and he’s often a guest lecturer at the City’s college. He’s well off, plus he brings me gifts, he writes me poetry, he’s surprised me with trips to Europe — where he’s from, and to the Caribbean, he helps with housework, he’s handy around the home, he likes all my friends — even the crazy ones, and he encourages my wild streak.”

Marybeth just sat in an astonished state and said, “Wow!” Finally she asked, “What did they do — the Marriage Exchange?”

Diane said, “All I can figure is they lured Darren out by some strong female scent — some other female was involved, but I don’t think much ever happened between them. He was burning up with passion for something or someone when he left — he just wanted out and I mean immediately. Rachel, the M.E. woman I worked with, said they used something new called E.H.T., whatever that is — don’t ask me, I didn’t pay attention. I heard through the grapevine that Darren had changed jobs and was doing all right, but that’s all I know for sure. I don’t want to stir up a hornet’s nest so I haven’t called him but he’s around town.

*

“How do I sign up?” Marybeth asked. She sat in front of Tara’s desk at Marriage Exchange, her feet planted firmly on the floor and her purse clutched in front of her. On the desk sat her morning cup of coffee.

Tara said looking at her desk calendar, “We’ll book a couple of days for you to come in to share a lot of information with us about yourself and about Brad. We could start on Friday and then pick up the second day and any additional time we might need the following week.” She looked to Marybeth for approval.

Marybeth nodded, “The sooner the better. Should I plan being here the whole day? This is so important; I can take time off from work.”

Tara said it would take at least two full days and then any other time could be done after work, unless there was something exceptional. Marybeth booked Friday and the following Monday.

Then Marybeth asked an interesting question: “As you do whatever it is you do to Brad, is there any chance I could watch it take place? I’d really like to see how you do what you do, but really I want to see the prick cooked in his own juices.” She thought a minute and asked, “Diane said you used something called E.H.T. as part of your approach; what’s that?”

Tara laughed and said, “We’ll see if there’s a situation where you can watch. You’ll have to ask Stacy; she’ll be your advocate here. You’ll meet her Friday. Some parts of what we do I just don’t know how you’d even be able to see them, but certainly any pickups or come-ons we can figure something out. It depends in part on Brad’s habits. As for E.H.T., that stands for Extended Hypnosis Therapy. Several of the founders are expert in the approach and use it in some of our work. Stacy can tell you more about it on Friday.”

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The steady hum of the aeroplane’s engine was soothing as I settled under my blanket and shut my eyes in that semi relaxed state before sleep.

The lights had been lowered for the passengers to settle for the eleven hour flight and apart from the odd flicker of the in-flight DVD players on the back of seats, all was very peaceful and quiet.

This was the start of a new beginning for me. I had just landed a top job with a new company and secured a new apartment.

I was having two weeks leave before I started, to get used to my new surroundings. My gear had been sent on ahead so all I had to do was move into the apartment and arrange my belongings. Maybe buy a few new items but then, it was sun, sea and sand and, smiling to myself, maybe a little sex too if I was lucky.

I must have drifted off awhile and was then awoken by air turbulence. I found I had shifted in my sleep and sprawled over on to the guy in the next seat. My head was resting on his muscular, toned chest and his chin was resting on my head. I could smell his expensive cologne, a sporty, ocean sea fragrance and very pleasant. I was a little alarmed he might be annoyed.

I flattened my hand to his chest ready to move away, but his voice suddenly spoke, softly, “No, stay. I like it.”

His voice was strong, masculine and I could feel the vibrations of his voice carry through his chest to my resting ear. It felt nice, sexy, soothing and I felt the first quivers of attraction. I stilled and wondered, “What now?”

He stroked my hair and gently placed loose strands behind my ear, with a gentle, “mmmm.”

He then caressed my hair, twirling it between his fingers and I lent into him a little more, letting him know, I liked it, I liked it very much. Who wouldn’t like their head and hair caressed. It was so relaxing and sensual.

He pulled it a little to move my head closer to his shoulder, so he could talk to me better.

“You like me don’t you?” He whispered, “I saw you looking earlier, wanting to get to know me better, but I think you are shy.”

He was right, I was. I nodded and he chuckled.

“Well I like you a lot too. I want you to show me that you like me.”

He moved his hand to mine under the blanket, hidden from view, hidden from any possible prying eyes of the sleeping passengers nearby.

“Do you know what I mean?” He lifted my hand and placed it boldly on his crotch. My breath caught. I should be offended, but strangely, I was not offended at all. In fact I was quite excited by his bold arrogance.

I could feel he was hard already and impressively big. I ground my hand on his covered member, feeling him on top of his trousers. Then, I stretched out my hand, five digits, stiff and spread out, pushing my palm out and rubbed along his length. My inner hand was sensitive and his hardness quite pleasant as I moved up and down him.

“Like this,” I whispered, feeling very naughty, touching a stranger I had barely spoken to.

I could feel my body respond to the situation, and to him. I was hot, flushed and a dampness seeped into my underwear.

“That’s it, exactly like that. Now unzip me, take me out.” His voice was authoritative and commanding. He was obviously a man, used to taking control.

I followed his instruction and slowly took the zip down, pushing my hand inside, feeling his hardness and pulling him out carefully, making sure he didn’t get caught on his fly. I began to stroke him gently. He was silky smooth, warm and circumcised.

“Mmmmm.” He groaned and panted a little between his words, “That feels so good. Now suck me, Oh, and you should know, I have an ass fetish and I like yours very much.” He leaned closer to my ear, “And I looked at yours several times in the Airport Lounge.”

My heart pounded, at his words. I moved my head under the blanket. I felt him spread the blanket over both of us, totally covering my body except for my ankles, and then, covering himself to his chest. Our movements were hidden from sight.

I felt the heat from his body and my face flushed as I moved to suckle him. His scent was intoxicating. I continued to stroke him and put his crown to my lips and kissed him.

He was wet, oozing precum and I tasted him, rolling his seepage on my tongue. I began to lick his head, Ankara bayan escort cupping his balls and massaging him.

I licked his ridges and full length from his balls to his tip and back again. My tongue was eager and I ensured every part of his rod received attention. I found his tiny opening and rimmed him enjoying his reaction as he stiffened and circled his hips.

His one hand pushed into my waist band, his arm fully out stretched, testing to see how far he could reach.

Then I felt him, withdraw his hand and then return to smother something cool and greasy into the valley of my bottom.

“His ass fetish!” I thought and mused if the greasiness was butter, from the meal we’d had earlier, but quickly forgot the thought as I felt him rim my anal star with his finger, spreading the lubrication and dipping in slightly.

His probing finger was very exciting and again I felt my underwear dampen in excitement. He pushed a finger inside me and I gasped at the sudden invasion.

Pleasure shot throughout my body as he started to move his finger in, then out and small circular twists inside my anal passage. The movements were slow, sensuous and repeated. I moaned on his cock as he continued to stimulate and build my sexual craving.

“Wicked on the plane like this, isn’t it?” He said softly so only I could hear him, not really expecting an answer.

His other hand moved underneath the blanket pushing my head fully on his erection. He was so big I nearly gagged, but soon managed to adjust and get into the rhythm, directed by his guidance.

There was no doubt, this man was a vibrant, handsome and fit alpha male who took care of his body, physically and hygienically. He knew what he liked and was confident enough to make it known both verbally and with his body actions. This inner confidence fed my attraction to him.

He fucked my head and finger fucked my ass, soon followed by another finger entering my body. He felt wonderful and was soon moving my ass to match a rhythm to that of my mouth.

The damp patch on my underwear was ever growing. I was very excited and started to ache with an increasing need.

I was enjoying our naughty, wicked liaison when suddenly his fist clenched on my head, pulling and bunching my hair with it, forcing me to stop. I felt the pleasant tightness as he squeezed my hair, pulling at the roots on my scalp.

He slowly pulled me up to his shoulder again and I could hear his ragged breathing and saw his chest rose in quick small pants.

“Are you in the Mile high club?” He asked

I shook my head, smiling at the thought. It would be a first time experience for me.

“Well, you will be soon. Go to the restroom. Take your underwear down and wait for me. I will knock 5 times, 2 quick knocks, then 3 quick knocks.”

I nodded and quickly fixed my clothing, ready for the short walk there.

“Wait,” he commanded, “You will need these.” He pushed three small foiled rectangle butters into my hand.

“I just want your ass. I love anal sex. Make sure you are prepared for me.” He smiled at me, and my tummy flipped over. “I am going to fuck that beautiful ass of yours hard. Now go.”

His words heightened my excitement and the anticipation of what this handsome big man was going to do to me.

I could barely contain my excitement. My body was flushed and excited like never before. The dampness between my legs confirmed his skilled physical and verbal stimulations.

I could still feel and hear those words he whispered to me, “Are you in the Mile High club?” “Well you will be soon”

I reached the restroom and entered it, quickly sliding the lock in place to register, “Engaged.” The space was restricted but would just about hold the two of us.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My face was flushed, my eyes were sparkling and I could see the wicked, excited gleam in them.

I watched myself in the mirror as I downed my lower clothing and fondled the cheeks of my ass. The cool air teased my nakedness and was enhanced by reruns of me,sucking on my stranger’s cock and his sweet ass caresses back in the seated fuselage.

My mind replayed his sexy, deep, manly voice, “I have an ass fetish”

Delightful shivers ran down my spine at the thought Escort bayan Ankara and my anticipation built.

I unwrapped the butter and smeared it in between my buttocks, spreading the grease around my special star and fingered myself. The sensation was exquisite. My anticipation climbed higher still as I touched myself but resisted the urge to do more.

The door was suddenly knocked, 2 quick knocks followed by a further 3.

My heart thumped in my chest. My stomach tightened and my breath was shaky.

I unlocked the door and he entered the restricted space.

He turned me round and grabbed my hair again, forcing me to look at him in the mirror.

“Watch me in the mirror,” he commanded holding my gaze.

I put my hands on the wall, my naked bottom slightly pushed out. He ground against me. His bulging cock was evident in his trousers.

“I don’t make love, I fuck” He warned, as if asking for my consent.

I nodded.

He reached down, brushing my buttocks and released his hardened staff and then guided it to my star. He covered my hands with his, trapping me in place.

He ground more, teasing, circling and probing my entrance with his tip. All the time, he held eye contact with me.

“Nothing else interests me, just your ass.” He whispered, nuzzling my ear and hair. “I like talking dirty in your ear.”

I nodded again.

He smiled and muttered, “Good, very good,” and with that he gave one big thrust, entering me hard, and catapulting me into the exclusive membership of “The Mile High Club”

He filled me totally and I gasped and groaned at his size and girth as he stretched me and held there a moment. I clenched my ass on his embedded cock and he smiled approval at me and began to circle his hips, making sure I felt every inch of his cock buried in my body.

He leaned into my ear, keeping that eye contact in the mirror. “You like my cock in you. Don’t you?”

I nodded. He seemed pleased by my silent answers.

“You like the feel of it stretching your tight little ass?”

I nodded.

“You like offering yourself to me don’t you?”

I nodded.

“Are you my sexy little ass whore?”

I nodded.

“And my little whore, likes to be fucked there.”

I nodded.

“Good. Touch yourself.”

I pulled my hand from underneath his on the wall, and reached between my legs.

“Let me hear you groan.”

I caressed and fondled and rubbed rhythmically, up and down, slowly, sensuously, and groaned softly for him.

“Good,” He pulled my hair tighter. He smiled at me. “How turned on are you right now?”

“200%” I whispered without hesitation.

“I think being my sex toy, excites you.”

I nodded again, my eyes blazed with desire.

“Good, you excite me. You please me,” He nuzzled and I felt his growth beard gently scrape my facial cheek.

“Push your ass into me.”

I did as he asked and he moaned, still circling and grinding softly.

“Tell me what you want?” He demanded.

I locked eyes with his in the mirror, “I want you, I want you to fuck me.”

“Again,Louder” He instructed.

“I want you to fuck me.” I raised my voice a little louder this time, in my answer to him.

“Ask nicely.” He ground into me more, and my breath became shaky, shallow pants.

“Fuck me. Fuck your little Ass Whore, Fuck me, please,” I am excited and impatient now and he knew it.

He smiled, and withdrew, leaving just the crown of his penis resting in my anal cavity and then entered me again in a forceful thrust,”Like this?” He growled.

“Yes.” I gasped again at his size.

“Keep touching yourself,” he demanded and moved my free hand on the wall a little more central to my body, but still allowing for that eye contact. He took hold of my waist, his fingers gripped me strongly, just above my hips and he began to fuck.

He maintained a slow steady rhythm at first, enjoying my body, enjoying my ass. My fresh, tight and buttery cavity thrilled him as he slid in and out. He moved in smooth, strong and determined strokes.

And then he started to move faster, taking his pleasure in my body. I responded, saw the male , lusty desire in the mirror.

A sight framed there, that will, forever be imprinted Bayan escort Ankara in my mind. My guilty pleasure in those quiet “me moments” alone.

My body was on fire and I thrust back for him to take me as deep as he wanted. I rocked to his rhythm and he took me harder still.

I was hot, flushed and seeped my own wet pleasure at the anal sensation and self touching. I moaned and grunted a little as he reached deep inside me, physically and emotionally, awakening my deep sexual spirit within.

He began to groan and growl as his pleasure built. His primitive need was taking over, losing control in our moment. He was in total,lusty fuck mode now, banging his hips into my buttocks.

My cheeks wobbled and slapped against him with the intensity of his thrusts. His claiming of me was deep and primitive. My excitement rocketed as he took and invaded, and I maintained a steady rubbing rhythm at the same time. My hand expertly self pleasured, turning my desire just as greedy and selfish as the man behind me.

I felt my orgasm build, it was going to be intense. I felt him stiffen and his rhythm changed. I knew he was close, teetering on that amazing precipice of total sexual release.

And then, and then, he toppled into it. The sight in the mirror so special as his hand moved to my throat and neck, and squeezed a little tight.

He growled and pulled at my hair with his free hand before, withdrawing from me and spurting his excitement all over my cheeks.

It was all too much and I exploded too.

My legs weakened and shook and I groaned with him. My release was as intense as his. He held me, gripping my throat and hair, as much for his balance as mine. Both of us were breathing harsh and ragged.

As his jerking body, finally returned to normality, he reached down and massaged his semen into my bottom cheeks, fondling each buttock. His movements were slow and purposeful, taking his enjoyment of my toned cheeks to fulfill his fetish.

“That was a beautiful moment.” He whispered as he felt my butt. “I do like sexy asses,” he chuckled, “and yours is certainly in that category.”

I smiled back at him, “I’m glad,” I murmured back.

He put himself away and fastened his clothing back up and I began to fix myself too.

He stroked his knuckles on my cheek, “Who knows, we may get the same flight back.”

I grinned back at him, “You never know.”

“Meet you back at the seats, I think we may both sleep the night away now,” and with that he was gone.

Alone in the toilet, I washed and cleaned myself up.

My underwear was still wet with my pleasure. I smiled to myself in the mirror, “The Mile High Club, who would have thought?” and a satisfied and pleased giggle escaped my lips.

I returned to my seat and saw he had already settled. I got comfy in my seat and soon my eyes shut as I drifted into a very satisfied sleep.

I awoke to the rattling of the cabin crew going about their business and the Captain informing us the aeroplane would be landing soon.

My special stranger, smiled at me. “I saved you breakfast and an orange juice. I thought you may need the rest”

“I did,” I smiled back. I stretched and then ate and sipped my fruit juice. By the time I had washed and cleaned my teeth, we were fastening our seat belts ready to land.

We were soon sorting our baggage from the overhead lockers and passengers had stood up getting ready to leave.

“Wait,” My stranger called as I was pushed slowly along the aisle by other passengers, “My card, you know, if you ever,” he grinned at me.

I reached out and took it, “Sure, if I ever”

I glanced at it briefly, noting the deep crimson colour and corner logo of a blue Capital letter J. On the other side was the front image of an expensive white sports car on a blue and black background with his name and number emblazoned across it.

He seemed to be some sort of designer for the company.

“I’m Julian.” He told me his name, “And yours?”

“Nigel,” I answered and then was swept away into the bustling, exiting crowd.

Julian lent back in the seat for a moment, waiting for the right moment and the room in the gaggle of busy passengers to collect his own belongings.

He shut his eyes briefly, thinking of that moment in the toilet cubicle.

“Nigel, Nigel, nice name, mmmm, that man had one very, very, sexy ass indeed. Were they ever destined to meet again?”

Then the moment was disturbed and he too, got ready to leave.

THE END

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“Misako? Are you home?” I asked as I pushed open her front door which was already slightly ajar. I made my way past her living room into her kitchen where she was standing, talking to a friend of hers.

“Jason, I would like you to meet my friend Maria. I have been telling her about you and me, and the nature of our relationship.”

I said my hellos, and checked out her friend, and said that I was going to take a shower and excused myself. While in the shower, I thought about this Maria, also petite like my Misako, 5’1″, about 115 pounds of Cuban sexiness. She had short hair, dark pools for eyes, and remarkably large breasts for her petite stature. My cock was stirring in the shower thinking about her when I heard a noise and poked my head out of the shower.

“See Maria? I told you he has a beautiful cock.”

Maria was staring hungrily at my figure, my cock and balls hanging heavily between my legs, the water slapping off of my shoulders and neck, and my eyes looking at this woman’s nipples harden, and her bottom lip being bitten with a nervous excitement.

“Mind if she joins you Jason? I will be waiting for you both in the bedroom. No cumming without me!” Misako said giggling, and spinning round to leave the room.

Without taking her eyes off of my cock, Maria got undressed and reached for my extended hand as I helped her into the tub. She looked lovingly up into my eyes as her tiny fingers grasped my cock and gave it a slight squeeze, sending shockwaves of excitement coursing through my body.

I grabbed the cloth I was using and started to caress Maria’s back, moving down to her ass, and then kneeling in front of her to reach around and wash the back of her legs. She, unlike Misako, was shaved like a young girl, and had a gigantic clit protruding. I teasingly flicked my tongue out at it and she jumped slightly.

I dropped the cloth and grabbed her ass cheeks to bring this clit to my waiting mouth. I was sucking on it like you would a nice hard nipple and letting my hands knead her tight butt like bread dough.

I Ankara escort was enjoying this game, feeling the water hit me as I was tasting this strange womans juices running down into my waiting mouth. She tasted great and was holding my head steady against her clit as I tongue fucked her. I love making a woman orgasm regardless of if its with my hands, mouth, tongue, cock, a toy, etc. But Misako had requested no cumming and she knows I am a tease so just when Maria’s legs felt like they wer going to go weak, I pulled my head away.

“Oh my, why did you stop?, pouted Maria, looking sad and frustrated. “I haven’t cum from a man’s touch in almost 2 years. Please let me finish.”

“I am sorry but Misako told me no cumming. She might have just meant me, but I promise you, I will taste your sweet cum before tonight is over.”

And as I said that, I spun Maria around and looked at this beautifully shaped ass right in my face. I was grazing it with my fingers and asked her how old she was, guessing about 40. She was, in actuality 58! God how I love older women who take care of themselves.

I was using my hands to spread this woman’s ass and was liking the way her tight little puckered holed was staring at me. I lunged forward, tongue first, right into this hot musty part of her anatomy. I let my fingers loosen on her ass cheeks and they slammed into my cheeks violently, barely allowing me any breathing room. Maria was moaning in a new kind of way, telling me she has never felt this before, no one has done this, and that she likes it. I reached around she spread her legs slightly allowing my fingers to rub her clot as my tongue continued its anal exploration. My cock was ragin as I was doing all of this and I needed some attention.

I stood up and was intent on driving into this woman before allowing her to suck my cock and so I bent her over and my cock was right at the entrance of her tight dripping pussy. She was whispering something abot going slow because she hadn’t had a cock in a long time and that mine was thick but I was feeling extremely aggressive Ankara escort bayan and plunged into her letting out a scream that caused Misako to rush into the room.

“OH MY GOD!!! Its so big! It hurts, Please!!! Stop!!! Don’t!! Please!!! Don’t!!! Stop!!! OH Jason, Please don’t stop!”

Misako was standing now in the doorway and had opened the shower curtain. Her hands were crshing her tiny tits friggin her clit so fast I couldn’t see her hand. She cold tell her friend was close to cumming and just nodded at me when I looked at her.

“Oh my God!! I’m cumming!!!!” And with that, This little woman gripped my cock like a vise and I felt an extremely warm fluid swell around my cock and then her body went limp. I let my raging hard on slip out and lifted her into my arms and followed Misako into the bedroom.

Misako instructed me to lay the wet woman down on the bed and straddle her face. I did so with my balls being lovingly lapped at by Maria’s tongue. Misako then climbed on all fours, her pussy hanging right over Marias face and eased herself backwards onto my cock. I grabbed her tight ass and started to fuck for all I was worth.

“OOOhh Jason, you know how I like it”…. Her voice trailing off as she buried her face into a pillow. My balls were running all over Marias face as I fucked Misako and she would occasionally stick out her tongue to trace it along the underside of my balls. She was also rubbing her own clit and was muffling something about cumming but I couldn’t make it out.

“Jason I want you to cum in me…. PLEASE!!!! I need it” Misako was now pounding backwards as fast as she could and I couldn’t help it as I exploded into her, her tight aged pussy sucking and milking every drop of cum my balls had to offer.

I then removed myself from perching on Maria and watched as Misako leaned back and told Maria to suck my cum from her pussy. This instantly got me hard again and I lay sideways and started to lean in to tongue fuck Maria again, with Misako grabbing my cock and jerking it off to make sure I was still hard.

So Escort Ankara here we were, in this hot round robin, my mouth on Marias pussy, her mouth on Misakos hairy pussy, and Misakos hands gripping my cock and her moaning in pleasure.

I didn’t want to cum from a hand job so I removed myself from the bed as the two of them repositioned themselves to freely lick at each others clits for orgasm after orgasm. I was in a daze. I have been in threesomes before, but both of these women were so into it, it was almost as if we were all under some sort of drug spell.

I was sitting on the little couch in her room watching the two of them go at it like hungry dogs and my cock was pointed straight to the sky. Misako caught a glimpse and leapt off the bed and straddled me, her little tits bouncing around on my face as she clawed at my shoulders screaming in ecstasy at the constant attention everyone in the room. My hands were around her ass and she was riding my cock with a wild abandon not caring if someone got injured, totally oblivious to the volume of her voice or the thrashing she was giving my cock. I was just loving every minute of it.

Maria was standing there and suddenly pushed misako off of my cock and straddled me reverse style. She the grabbed my cock and impaled herself onto it, letting me feel all of her velvety walls surround my cock and her wet pussy lips grasp at the base of my cock. She started to ride me up and down and misako reached her tongue out to lick my balls and occasionally let it rest on the base of my cock so that Maria’s clit would come into contact with it as she slid down my engorged love muscle.

After they both took turns alternating riding my cock and orgasming all over it, misako took me in her mouth and sucked for alls he was worth. This woman was becoming and animal and I loved every minute of it. I was getting close to my second orgasm and let them know. Misako just grabbed my cock and jerked it into her warm sweet mouth and I started cumming into her. She was trying to swallow but it was sepping out of her mouth and when I was spent, Maria leaned in and licked Misakos face clean before licking and sucking the rest of the cum dripping from my cock.

We all got dressed and went out to dinner, and when we returned that night…

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