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This is the first chapter of a series. All the characters in this story are 18 and above. I’ve organised the story in such a way that there will be a sex scene in every chapter so there’s something for everyone. Hope you all like it and feel free to write to me with feedback.

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Aria sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. Lately she didn’t seem to like the face that looked back at her. Her soft blonde hair seemed terribly out of place and her eyes looked a bit red and baggy. The more she looked, the more worn and weary she appeared to herself. Everyone at the gym probably thinks I’m 25, she thought to herself. Aria felt that the stress of school and her familial responsibilities were making her age before her time. She sighed again, and glanced at the wall clock hanging just above the mirror. 17:20, almost time, she thought. She tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and bent down to pick up her keys and phone from her dresser. Dressed in a blue t-shirt and black yoga pants, she was ready to sweat the rest of the evening away. Her t-shirt hung loosely over her breasts, hiding her perky C cup breasts from view, while her yoga pants clung snugly to her shapely ass.

She retrieved her gym bag from behind her bedroom door and slammed it shut behind her. She jogged down the single flight of stairs and went into the kitchen to refill her sports bottle. She popped her bottle into her gym bag and slung it over her shoulder. “Mom, I’m leaving” she called out loudly and walked out of the house without waiting for a reply or acknowledgement of any sort; the door clicking shut behind her.

Aria walked to the gym briskly. She’d been going there ever since she’d turned 16. She was 18 now and was about to start her final year at high school. Thinking about her life, Aria found herself cursing the fact that she lived in Helsinki. She hated that high school here went on till the age of 19. She wanted to be done with school fast so she could move abroad and finally have a life of her own. Living with her parents was proving to be tougher by the day. Her parents had a troubled marriage and their constant fights had dominated her life so far. Almost every other night her father would get into an argument with her mother which would then escalate into a shouting contest. And on each and every one of those nights, her mother would come up to her room for comfort. She loved her mother but she was getting tired of having to put her mother’s life before hers. She wanted to move out and live on her own for a few years; she wanted to live for herself now.

All of these thoughts went through her mind in a buzzing blur, as she walked the half a kilometre to her gym. The gym she went to was in a basement just further down her street. It was run by her neighbour and old friend, Blaze.

Blaze was 29 years old and his family had lived in the neighbourhood for as long as anyone could remember. Blaze had gone to the same school as Aria, many years back, but ended up dropping out in his final year to pursue a career in modelling. That, however, didn’t quite work out for him and he found himself being used by his casting agent as a glorified escort. He was bi, his clients were generally lesser known but attractive Eastern European glitterati and the pay was decent, so he was happy enough to go along with it for a while. But 6 months later, when he found himself dumped bound, naked and bruised in an alleyway, with absolutely no memory of the night before, he decided to call it quits. For a while he worked odd jobs as a handyman but the pay was barely enough to pay his bills. His luck changed when his only grandmother passed away, leaving her crumbling house to him. Blaze used the house as guarantee for a small loan and set up a modest gym in the then rat infested basement. What began as a small exercise corner gradually turned into a full-fledged gym; just enough to cater to the adjoining blocks. Over the years, Blaze had acquired a couple of treadmills, exer-cycles and a whole range of weight training machines. Stubborn in his refusal to go commercial, Blaze had not hiked the membership fees in 6 years and refused to entertain anyone who wasn’t from the neighbourhood. While the gym was open all day, in the evenings, Blaze conducted a 2 hour long freestyle exercise regime he’d made up on his own, bringing together elements of yoga, zumba and aerobics.

Aria had known Blaze for 7 years now and admired his staunch sense of loyalty towards the local community, even as she wanted to detach herself from it. As Aria descended the steps into Blaze’s basement gym, her eyes briefly fell on the decaying house Blaze had inherited. The windows were shattered, the main door was ajar, just hanging off its hinges and the walls were pockmarked as the plaster had fallen out in large patches. Blaze had used all his money to maintain the gym and a small shed in the yard that served as his bedroom. He’d simply left the rest of the house to die. To Aria, the sight of a swanky gym below a decaying house seemed like istanbul escort the perfect metaphor for her neighbourhood.

As she came in through the glass door, Blaze smiled at her from across the room. She smiled back and walked over to him pulling him in for a brief hug. Aria then turned to her classmate Tiffany and hugged her as well. Tiffany was Aria’s oldest and closest friend. They’d been inseparable since they started school and over the years their friendship had matured like fine wine. Tiffany, at 5’6 was a good few inches taller and slimmer than Aria. Her brown skin and jet black hair were a stark contrast to the busty blonde. Where Aria was cute, Tiffany was plain hot. And boy did she know it! She wore her hair down at all times and always had a mischievous glint in her eyes. She preferred short, snug, low cut tops and dresses that accentuated what she considered was her best feature: her perky bubble-shaped butt. Today she was wearing snug fitting denim booty shorts along with a training bra that was clearly a cup size too small for her B-cup breasts. Tiffany had struggled to find the right fitting bra for years and had now decided to give up her search in favour of cleavage. Tiffany loved sex, so she figured her best chance of surviving in this world of imperfect sizing was to embrace promiscuity and nudity. If she was going to spend the rest of her life evading her bra at the earliest opportunity, she thought she’d might as well make the most of it.

Aria slung her gym bag off her shoulder and crouched beside it to take out her yoga mat. She then spread it out and took off her t-shirt in one smooth motion. She was wearing a black training bra underneath. As Aria set herself up beside Tiffany, Blaze began pacing by the door, looking at his wristwatch impatiently.

“I guess it’s just us today,” Aria said in a matter of fact tone, looking first at Blaze and then at Tiffany.

“Sounds good to me,” Tiffany chimed a little too cheerfully. Aria groaned and rolled her eyes. Tiffany had had a crush on Blaze for the longest time now. Aria even suspected that Tiffany’s crush on Blaze was the real reason she’d enrolled herself at the gym.

Blaze’s freestyle sessions usually got about 10-15 participants but today it seemed like it would be just Aria and Tiffany. Blaze didn’t mind at all. It just made his work simpler. But aloud he said, “Let’s give it a few more minutes,” in a neutral tone as he continued pacing.

Tiffany eyed Blaze hungrily. Her eyes were focused intently on his butt, watching the way his snug shorts hugged the curve of his butt; picturing what that ass would look like while thrusting deep inside her. She licked her lips as she stared at Blaze, her eyes wandering down to his muscular legs.

“Will you stop? You’re staring at him like he’s a piece of meat,” Aria muttered under her breath, part exasperated, part amused. Aria claimed to have very little interest in sex and boys, so, Tiffany’s constant horniness was a source of mild irritation for her.

“What I would give to have his meat,” Tiffany whispered wistfully, her eyes lighting up mischievously.

“Please… he thinks of you as a child.”

“I guess it’s time I showed him just how much I’ve grown,” Tiffany retorted and placed her hands on her boobs, adjusting her training bra. She pressed the underside of her boobs with her thumbs and pushed them up, amplifying her cleavage. When she was done, Aria couldn’t help but stare at her friend’s spectacular rack, “Daymmmmmn girl!”

“Thanks hun,” Tiffany responded, blowing her a quick kiss which made Aria chuckle softly.

“You really gonna go for him?” Aria asked, her tone serious this time.

“I am. I think today’s my lucky day.”

As Aria and Tiffany talked, Blaze had finished pacing and came over to their side of the room. “Looks like it is just us after all,” he said.

“Yay, more for us,” Tiffany rejoiced, making eye contact with Blaze. Blaze held her gaze for a few seconds before awkwardly averting his eyes.

“Right… let’s get started,” Blaze said, changing the subject.

Standing on his mat, Blaze began the usual warm-up exercises. He began by standing on his toes with his arms straight above his head. He stretched his body upwards as far and as straight as he could while inhaling, tensing his muscles. He held his breath and pose for a bit before exhaling and relaxing. Then he took a huge stride sideways and bent his knee, stretching his calf muscles, doing first his left and then his right leg.

As Blaze led the movements, Aria followed, imitating him with studious perfection. Having attended his classes for a while now, Aria knew all the movements by heart but still always made it a point to pay attention to the way Blaze performed these exercises. Tiffany on the other hand let her eyes roam all over Blaze. As he stood with his arms above his head, she moved her eyes to his crotch, where his significant bulge moved up and down with every deep breath he took. She wanted nothing more than istanbul escort bayan to grab it and give it a good rub. As Blaze took them through the other exercises, she followed absent-mindedly; her attention almost entirely focused on whatever part of his body his posture seemed to accentuate.

After about 10 minutes of warm-up, Blaze began to take them through a few simple yoga postures. He began by bending down to touch his own knees and from there flowed into a posture that made his body look like an arch- his hands and feet touching the ground as he arched his back as far as he could. Once there, he paused and observed Aria and Tiffany’s progress.

While Aria seemed to be following with an easy grace that came naturally to her lithe body, Tiffany was feeling naughty. Sensing an opportunity, Tiffany called out to Blaze for help. “I don’t think I’m doing this right?” she said innocently, making eye contact with Blaze. Guessing Tiffany’s motives Aria rolled her eyes, but Blaze seemed to fall for it. Tiffany was lying flat on the ground and her tight, ill-fitting bra made her boobs fall out onto the mat, invitingly. Blaze tried his best to keep his eyes fixed on her face but couldn’t help steal a glance at her exposed boobs.

“Blaaaaaaaaze… do you mind?” Tiffany asked in a cute and innocent voice. She’d seen Blaze steal a glance at her cleavage and knew she had his attention now.

Abandoning his pose, Blaze came over to stand behind Tiffany, his cheeks red from having been caught staring. Having gotten Blaze into position, Tiffany wiggled her ass seductively as she pretended to struggle with the pose.

“I want it so bad, but I can’t seem to get it,” she said innocently, chuckling inwardly at the innuendo. Tiffany was lying flat on the ground, her bubble butt facing Blaze. Her trick worked and Blaze crouched beside her, trying hard to understand why she was struggling to arch her back.

“You need to push your body up with your hands and legs”, Blaze urged her as he placed a hand under her stomach to partially support her weight. While Blaze’s touch was entirely professional, Tiffany’s intentions were anything but. She made a big show of pushing her stomach off the ground and arched herself too far back on purpose so Blaze’s fingertips would just about touch the underside of her boobs.

Blaze realised where his hands were and adjusted them, hoping Tiffany hadn’t noticed. He brought his other hand up above her waist to press Tiffany’s back down and forward into a shapelier arch. Seeing her finally get the pose right, Blaze let go of her and took a step back, observing her.

Tiffany sensed her chance and pretended to lose her balance. Blaze instinctively reached out to catch her, his hands firmly grasping her by her slim waist as she remained bent over. “Ooops, you got me!” she said, turning her head back over her left shoulder to look into his eyes. As she smiled mischievously, Blaze suddenly realised how sexual their position was. He blushed, only to see the smile on Tiffany’s face widen. Knowing she had control now, Tiffany stood on all fours, arched herself perfectly and then leaned back just a bit so her butt made contact with Blaze’s crotch. Wiggling her ass and grinding on him ever so slightly, she once again turned back over her shoulder to look him in the eyes. “Is this the way we do it?” she asked innocently.

As Tiffany wiggled her ass on his crotch, Blaze couldn’t help but feel a stirring. He tried his best to will it away but the feel of Tiffany’s soft butt on his cock and the sight of her bent over in front of him had awakened feelings he never knew he had. His hands still on her waist, he found his hips involuntarily thrusting back against her. Tiffany felt his half-thrust, she felt his cock stir and she felt a fire light within her. Her eyes looked back into Blaze’s with a pure sexual energy that invited him to take her right there and then. Tiffany began to rotate her ass on his cock in a smooth circular motion, feeling the outline of his hardening cock between her butt cheeks.

The sound of Aria clearing her throat brought Blaze out of his trance. Blaze awkwardly let go of Tiffany’s waist and gave her body a wide berth as he returned to his mat. His cheeks were flushed and his ears red. As he resumed his yoga poses, his mind kept focusing on the image of Tiffany smiling back at him invitingly as she bent over and ground her ass on his cock. He felt his cock getting hard again and shifted his hips slightly, trying to make sure his bulge pointed downwards. His cock, fortunately had decided against sprouting a full-blown erection but the momentary rush of blood had left it bigger. Blaze felt Tiffany’s gaze on him as he adjusted his cock discretely and tried his best not to look at her; knowing what it would lead to. But as he went through another pose he looked at Aria and Tiffany out of sheer muscle memory. It was a harmless, instinctual glance that he often cast around the room while exercising; to make sure everyone was following escort istanbul his motions well.

And as his eyes fell on Tiffany, he saw her licking her lips as she eyed his growing cock shamelessly. Noticing his gaze on her, Tiffany raised her gaze to meet his. She held his gaze as she broke with the pose to bend over forward, causing her delicious boobs to spill out of her training bra, again. The fact that her nipples didn’t show was both a failure of gravity and a miracle. As much as Blaze tried to keep his eyes on her face, he suffered a moment of weakness and his eyes dropped down to her impressive cleavage. Holding his gaze and bending over, she smiled at him naughtily and blew him a kiss.

Standing there, maintaining the farce of a freestyle exercise session, Blaze began to feel incredibly conscious of himself. For most of his life, he’d been the sexual aggressor, now he sensed he was in the crosshairs of a formidable young predator whose presence he simply hadn’t anticipated. His body on show for her, he felt oddly vulnerable; like a deer whose every movement is being watched by a hungry lion, just waiting to pounce.

Tiffany’s gaze was in parts making him uncomfortable and turning him on. Blaze had been a wild fuck boy in his younger days but managing the gym had turned him into a monk. He considered the gym a sacred space and had always resisted the advances that had been made on him here. He hadn’t opened the gym to enhance his street cred and he certainly didn’t want his gym to become his de facto harem. That is, until today. There was something different about today; there was something different about Tiffany. He’d seen Tiffany grow from a rebellious pre-pubescent teen into an attractive woman who knew what she wanted. He knew Tiffany had fancied him for a while. She’d even told him as much on one of their nights of binge-drinking on the street but he’d never felt the same way about her. But now, he felt drawn to her. He wanted her, he needed her. Tiffany had well and truly seduced Blaze and Blaze, in fairness, had to admit, it hadn’t taken much.

As he finished the last of his yoga poses and started up his peppy zumba playlist, he felt himself give in to Tiffany. Watching her dance, seeing the way she looked at him, feeling the passion with which she wanted to fuck him, he felt himself give in to her; felt himself give in to her body. It had been long, too long, since he’d felt the slip of a woman in his arms. When asked about it later, by Aria, Blaze would go on to talk about how he’d fallen for the exciting and sexy woman that Tiffany had grown into but in that moment, all that went through his mind was the sheer excitement generated by the possibility that he might finally have sex again. He was just plain horny and he knew it. He felt himself give in to his lusty desires.

As the song on his stereo changed to a more steady rhythm, Blaze broke out of his usual routine and danced his way towards Tiffany. Taking her hand in his, he turned her towards him and put an arm around her waist. Pulling her in for a close dance, he began to move his hands all over her body as their feet moved with the rhythm; their bodies moving apart one brief teasing moment and then coming back together in passionate embrace, the next. Her hand wrapped around his ass and she grabbed and squeezed it as they danced. Bringing her hips close to his, she made sure to grind her pussy on his hardening cock, moaning ever so softly in his ear as she did so. In response, his hand moved to grab her ass, but she wiggled her ass such that the side of his hand ended up between her ass cheeks, brushing against her pussy. She then began an out of rhythm dance, focusing entirely on humping his hand with her moistening pussy. It was less of a dance and more of a call to fuck. She placed her hand on his, imploring him to rub her through the thin fabric of her yoga pants. Feeling the heat between her legs, made the thing between his, grow. Her other hand came around to rub his cock which seemed to be fully erect by now.

As their dance became unapologetically erotic, Aria decided it was time for her to leave. She packed up her stuff quietly and left with a murmured goodbye. Hearing the door shut behind her unleashed whatever little they had held back so far. With a fury, they began to grab at each other’s clothes. Blaze fumbled around Tiffany’s bra, finally getting it off on his third try. Tiffany went for Blaze’s shorts at the same time, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards. His yoga mat cushioned their fall. His hands wrapped around her back, Tiffany too fell with him; his chest cushioning her fall. She chuckled softly at their childish clumsiness. “At least we got those damn shorts off” she said breathlessly and wasted no time in crushing their lips together. What began as a sloppy, clumsy kiss turned into a passionate make-out session. Blaze palmed Tiffany’s sumptuous ass and sighed happily as his hands grabbed and squeezed the soft, firm flesh like dough. Tiffany moaned into the kiss and pushed her tongue inside Blaze’s mouth. As Blaze’s hands worked their magic on her ass, Tiffany began to press her hips against Blaze in firm circular motions. Tiffany moaned again and she moved her hands to Blaze’s hair, playing with them as they continued to make out and grind.

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I just got home from working at the office, I entered my bedroom and my girl was laying on the bed, she was covered by the white linen sheet. I lightly held the linen up to see what see was wearing, she was in her red lace underwear, I could see her hardened nipples through her bra, my thoughts automatically went to places, I wouldn’t dare speak of. I am not one to ignore my deepest desires, so I took off her bra and her panties, all while she was still sleeping. I lightly brushed my finger on her pussy and to my surprise she was wet, she must have been having a dirty dream. It better have been about me! I slowly inserted my finger up her pussy, which woke her up, she started moaning softly while I gently fingered her, but she kept her eyes closed. She spread her legs wide, letting me know she wanted more. I layed in between her legs and started licking her clit all while still fingering her pussy, now with two of my fingers. I wanted nothing more than to make her cum, her moans istanbul escort where getting a little louder, so I started fingering her deeper and faster, I could feel her legs quivering and her hips were turning slowly from side to side. She was moaning loudly when she said:

– I’m so close baby.

I was now licking her clit as fast as I could all while fucking my fingers deep inside her.

-Mmmhmm, baby I’m gonna cum.

– Yes baby, cum for me.

– ahhh, I’m cumming, yes, yes, I’m cumming.

Of course she did, but she also knew her night wouldn’t end here.

I kept fingering her and reached in my bed side table to get her favourite vibrator, it was small but it did the job, I turned it on to the highest setting and pressed it on her clit. She immediately let out a big moan.

-Ahh mmhm

My dick was so hard, but I wanted to make her cum one more time before fucking her. I loved fucking her after she had cum a couple times, I loved istanbul escort bayan fucking a wet, messed up pussy.

I spread her pussy lips wide with my two fingers and pressed the vibrator directly on her clit a little harder. I could tell she was close to cumming again. She was breathing fast and twisting her hips around.

-Mhmmmmmm, babyyyy. You’re gonna make me cum again already!

– Yes, cum for me baby.

-Ahhhhhh, I’m cumming again baby.

I took my fingers out from her pussy and took the vibrator off her clit. I gave her pussy a good slap, which made her let out a little scream. I slap her pussy again a little harder, I loved the sound it made when my hand hit her wet pussy.

-Ah!

I flipped her around on the bed and slapped her ass hard.

-Ahhh!

I took my dick out and started fucking her pussy. She was so wet, my dick slid right in. I was fucking her so hard she could even keep herself up. She was laying escort istanbul flat on the bed while I fucked her pussy deep and hard. Her pussy was tight and my dick was really big and wide I was spreading her so good.

– ohh baby, ahhh!

-I know, I’m fucking you so good aren’t I, baby.

I wanted her to cum on my dick, I wanted to feel her pussy clenching my dick. I reached for the vibrator and slid it under her right on her clit. She was moaning loudly and so was I.

– Ahhhh baby!

-I want you to cum on my dick.

– Yesss baby.

I was fucking her so deep and so hard and that vibrator was about to make her cum any second, I knew that would drive me over the edge.

– Baby, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum. Yes baby, I’m cumming. AAHHH!

I could feel her pussy clenching my dick, and that was about to make me cum, I was gonna cum deep inside her.

I was fucking her so hard, I was holding her face flat down on the bed, but I could still hear her screaming for me to cum.

-Baby please cum, I can’t take it anymore baby. Baby I need you to cum in my pussy.

I was so close, I fucked her even faster and I shot my load deep inside her pussy. When I finally got off of her, she was catching her breath and so was I.

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As he sat in the waiting room his feet tapped the floor, it was obvious he was nervous for his appointment. As people came in and out he remained there, wondering what was happening. He rose from his seat and made his way to the receptionist and asked the young blonde why his doctor, “Miss Lenton,” was running behind time.

“I’m very sorry,” the young blonde said, “Miss Lenton seems to want to keep you until last.”

Mr Dawson made his way back to the seat he was originally sitting on; if he was last it could only mean bad things. As the thoughts started to race through his mind they were interrupted, when Miss Lenton came through the door. She wasn’t the tallest nurse around, her tight nurses uniform which stuck to her tits but made up for it. They were squeezed in at the top; her nipples were hard as they were clearly visible. He rose from his seat once again to walk to Miss Lenton’s room; she held the door open for it. As she held the door her low cut short dress rose because her arms were stretched. As she turned away from him and headed to her room her arse cheeks were slightly showing just enough to initialise horny mode. Mr Dawson was already way past it though, as he tried to control his rather large cock which was ripping at his boxers.

“Welcome to my room Mr Dawson, please may you take a seat on the bed”

Mr Dawson sat perched on the end of the examination bed. Miss Lenton spun round on her office chair to face him.

“O please relax sir all is fine, I think however we would be better to start with an examination”

Mr Dawson’s face lit up slightly at the thought of Nurse Lenton touching him but he was nervous. Although he wanted something to happen so desperately it was just a doctor’s appointment so he knew nothing out of the ordinary would. Miss Lenton started to slowly touch his legs just rubbing them slowly but hard enough to make his body shiver as she massaged his muscles. Although Mr Dawson knew this was routine he still couldn’t help but feel lucky about what was happening.

“I’m istanbul escort very sorry to have to say, but I need you to remove your clothing to your underwear just so I can make this examination thorough” Said Miss Lenton in her soft voice that caressed Mr Dawson’s heart.

He stood up on his feet which were a little shaky must be because all the blood was running from his hard cock back to his head. He removed every layer of clothing down to his tight boxers which showed his hard cock very well. Miss Lenton turned round to see the Mr Dawson’s cock making his boxers stretch. “O dear sir, I can see you’re not scared which is always good”

To Mr Dawson’s surprise she immediately put her hand down his boxers, thoughts raced through his head as if this could really be happening.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold myself back” said Miss Lenton.

She began to slowly stroke up and down his cock. It was hard and stood straight as if like a soldier. Mr Dawson’s eyes began to close as pleasure filled his face. She started getting faster and faster as she rubbed his cock frantically. Little groans came from Mr Dawson which seemed to please Miss Lenton just as much as they did him. Mr Dawson lay on the examination table so peacefully as she stroked his cock up and down, Miss Lenton then bent over the table and put her head near his cock. Mr Dawson knew that this could only mean one thing, as her tongue started to slowly make its way to his cock his face lit up. She started licking around the head, she started very slowly just enough to tease him, he was gagging for more. He became so desperate that he started to beg, Miss Lenton gave a slight smile to show that she was getting the exact response that she wanted. She continued to tease his cock as he came restless as his feet twitched on the bed. This didn’t last for long though as all of a sudden his huge hard cock disappeared down her skilled throat. Mr Dawson let out a loud moan that filled the air. He now realised why she wanted him to go in last. As she istanbul escort bayan continued to hold his cock in her throat she began to raise her head so that her mouth followed the same action her hand had previously. Mr Dawson continued to moan loudly he began to open his eyes to see Miss Lenton bent over the examination table but he just couldn’t do it his eyes soon fluttered shut again as it was too much to bear. As Miss Lenton continued to suck his cock no handed she began to slowly take her off her dress; she unfastened the small clip at the back. The tight nurse’s outfit hit the floor and she stepped out of it. Her tits were just as big out of the dress and she had a small waist which made them stand out even more. She had a little shaven pussy to die for. Mr Dawson opened his eyes and looked gob smacked as if he couldn’t believe what he could see. Her legs were the perfect shape, not too big, not too small; just perfect like a wet dream. Mr Dawson almost felt like he was dreaming as she gave him the most amazing blowjob he had ever had. All of a sudden she stopped, Mr Dawson’s eyes flew open, and Miss Lenton was standing at her desk with an unknown item in her hand. She began to make her way back to Mr Dawson. She shoved the item, which was a butt plug, into Mr Dawson’s arse. He let out a loud moan even louder than before, she then began fucking him with the it. The moans were continuous. They didn’t stop not for a second. This began to turn Miss Lenton on beyond belief as she put her hand down to her shaven pussy there was a puddle of wetness forming.

“Could you please bend over the bed” Miss Lenton said.

Mr Dawson followed the orders instantly as if they were commands he did not want to let her down. He lent over the examination table, arched his back and pressed his knees against the bed. Miss Lenton began to fuck him again with the butt plug she then removed the butt plug and replaced it with a strap on that was now wrapped around her hips. She began to thrust the plastic cock deep escort istanbul into his arse. The moans only got louder, but this time the moans were coming from both of them as it was a double strap on so not only was it inside Mr Dawson it was also deep inside Miss Lenton’s pussy. They began to moan in sync as each thrust was pushing them closer and closer to the perfect orgasm.

“I was hoping there may be some role reversal” were the sweet words of Miss Lenton.

Mr Dawson frantically got up and pushed Miss Lenton over the bed in the position he was once in. He stuck his now huge hard cock inside of her pussy and fucked her hard. His cock was so deep inside of her pussy it was rubbing against her g spot with such force nothing could withhold the moans she let out. He continued to ram his cock into her pussy for minutes; Miss Lenton began to gently flick her hard nipples with her finger tip. This made her moan even more as she was becoming hornier and so was Mr Dawson. As Mr Dawson started to fuck her even harder beyond belief they both let out a loud moan knowing that an orgasm was quickly approaching. All of a sudden Mr Dawson began to slow as a thick white substance flowed from his cock straight into Miss Lenton’s pussy. He let out a few final moans as he had reached an orgasm. It was the best orgasm that he had ever experienced and he could not help but thinking about how brilliant sex it was. Miss Lenton was also silent as she was gob smacked he had fucked her so hard. Mr Dawson slid his cock out of Miss Lenton’s very wet pussy, his cum began to trickle down her thighs making them glisten against the light through the window. Mr Dawson began to redress himself in the clothes that he was once wearing. Miss Lenton also began to do the same. The difference one this time Miss lenton’s sexy nurses dress was rather wet from the cum was flowing from her pussy.

“All I can say is thank you” Said Mr Dawson

“O you’re very welcome, O and by the way everything is normal” Replied Miss Lenton

“Thanks again” Were the last words from Mr Dawson as he left the room into an empty waiting room that he once nervously sat in a few hours ago. As he opened the doctor’s surgery door and began to make his way home he could not help but recall the amazing doctor’s appointment that he would never forget.

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I am a college student who works a late shift at a local video rental store. The owner of the store knows me pretty well, therefore he allows me to close down the store by myself so that I can study in the back office after store hours.

One evening, it was just a few minutes before closing time. I had just put up the “closed” sign and was waiting for one last customer to bring up her video for checkout. She was a very pretty blonde girl I had frequently seen around campus. She wore a pair of tight spandex workout shorts, a short T-shirt that bared her midriff, and an open jogging jacket. She seemed nervous as she brought her tape up to the counter. She nervously handed me the tape and blushed slightly. I looked at the tape so I could sign it out on the computer system and realized why she was uncomfortable; it was an adult movie!

I smiled at her and said, “This is a very interesting selection, lots of action.” She seemed to blush a little bit more as she explained to me she had never seen an adult movie before and wanted to see what one was like after a discussion during one of her classes. I found myself becoming a little turned on at the thought of this cute girl watching a porno flick. I then had an idea. “Look, why don’t you watch it on the TV here. That way you won’t have to be embarrassed by taking the tape back to your place. Plus you’ll probably have more privacy to watch it here than you will back at your room. I’ll just be in the back office working, and you can just let me know when you’re done, so I can lock up.”

She agreed, so I set up the tape for her so she could watch it on the big screen TV while I went to the back room to work. I could hear the sounds of the people on the tape fucking while I was in the back room. I could feel my cock get hard as I looked out istanbul escort at the girl as she watched the movie. She seemed to be getting turned on by the movie as she shifted about in her seat. I decided to go out to watch the movie with her because I was getting too turned on to study.

“How are you doing out here? Do you like the movie?” I asked her as I came out of the office.

“It’s pretty hot. I have to admit its turning me on.” She said. Then she smiled and said, ”My name’s Jen. I’ve seen you around school.” Her eyes made contact with my crotch. She could tell I had a full arousal in my pants. “I can see you’re getting turned on by this too.”

“I’m Steve. Yeah. I don’t see too many beautiful girls rent movies like this.” I felt nervous and excited as I moved over to her, hoping she was wanted the same thing I wanted. She stood up out of the chair when I was in front of her. I pressed my body against hers and starting kissing her neck. We were both breathing heavy. I moved toward her mouth and kissed her on the lips. I could feel her soft moist tongue enter my mouth and move slickly against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I pressed my crotch against hers, trying to relieve my aching cock.

“Touch my body.” she moaned. I pulled off her T-shirt to reveal her pert breasts. I gently caressed them with my fingertips. Her nipples were hard, and I began to lick them. I flicked my tongue over one nipple while I gently squeezed her other breast with my hand. I could hear her groan as I gently bit and sucked her tit. I could feel her body start to shake. I then started to work her spandex shorts down. She helped me pull them down to reveal her pussy. She had wispy, short blonde pubic hair. I moved my hand down her tight belly, over her soft pussy hair onto istanbul escort bayan her clit. I could feel her pussy was already wet as I started to finger her. My cock was throbbing and I wanted to fuck her. With my free hand I unzipped my jeans and started to work them down while I kept on fingering Jen’s wet pussy.

“I want to see that big hard cock of yours.” said Jen.

I took off my pants and shirt. We stood there for a moment, completely nude in front of each other, my stiff cock pointing straight up like a compass needle.

“Nice cock. I think there’s no question now that we are both turned on.” Said Jen.

I sat down on the chair and Jen knelt in front of me. She held my hard cock in her hand and began to stroke it. She gently squeezed it, causing clear precum to begin to ooze from the tip. She stared at my cock, fascinated to see it getting wet. She then moved her mouth close to my moist cock head, and began to circle the tip of my cock with her tongue. I moaned softly as she licked my cock, running her tongue along the shaft of my cock. She then put her lips around my cock head and sucked my entire cock into her warm mouth. Her lips moved up and down my hard cock and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out too long. My hips were rocking back and forth as she sucked my cock. I could feel my balls ache and I knew I was about to cum. My orgasm shot in long white streams on her lips and nose.

She smiled and said, “Now its my turn.”

We traded places on the chair. She sat down with her legs spread wide as I knelt in front of her. I started by kissing her furry little patch, moving down to her clit. I started by licking her clit, then traced her pussy lips with my tongue. I moved back to her clit, gently sucking it into my mouth while using escort istanbul my tongue to play with it. I could hear her moan, and looked up to see her playing with her nipples. Her pussy was so wet. I began to slide two of my fingers in and out of her pussy while I licked her. She fucked back on my fingers with her hips.

She whispered, “ Fuck me, oh yes that feels good.”

This encouraged me to keep licking and fucking her with my fingers. I was getting hard again and it didn’t take very long for my cock to become completely stiff. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to feel her warm, wet pussy on my hard cock. I stood up in front of her. She could see my prick was erect again.

“Mmm, I’m ready for that.” She said.

I moved my hips over her dripping pussy, so I could give us both what we wanted. I started to slowly slide my cock into her pink pussy. I could feel her jump a little and hear her moan as I penetrated her. I started to slowly slide in and out of her hot love box. It felt so good. We were both breathing hard, and we both started to sweat as I fucked in and out of her pussy a little faster. She spread her legs wider and pulled her knees up to her chest so I could fuck her even deeper. While I fucked in and out of her, I rubbed her clit with my thumb, which drove her completely wild. I could feel her body start to quake and her slick little fuck hole tighten around my prick as she started to cry out”I’m starting to cum.”

At that same time I could feel my abdomen start to tighten and my cock started to really tingle. I pulled my cock out of her, slick with her love juice as I shot several streams of white cum on her thin patch of blonde pubic hair. Her body still quivering from her orgasm.

He hugged and kissed each other for a couple of minutes. She then got up and started to get dressed. She then wrote her name and phone number on a piece of scrap paper that was on the counter.

“Call me.” She said, “I’d like to help you out with more of your studying.”

You can be sure I will be calling her very soon for some “study” help.

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For those that haven’t read my submission Good Neighbours in a Lucky Summer and Vera asks for help with her fetishes – Part 1
this is a continuation but I think like the others it’s a stand alone story anyway.>/I>

*****

Vera’s fantasy Part II – The plan comes together and a reward is received.

I sat in my room, not really concentrating on my homework as I racked my brains to devise a plan to help Vera fulfil her fantasy; it wasn’t easy with all the restrictions she had insisted on, especially the one about anonymity.

Several school friends came to mind, but they all knew where I lived and inviting them round to my house and then saying “Come on guys let’s go upstairs and fuck the neighbour.” Did nothing to hide the fact of who she was or where she lived. I also wasn’t sure which of my friends may have met or seen her when visiting me.

It dawned on me that the venue for our get-together would have to be somewhere other than the house, after a lot of deliberation on the topic I came up with a plan, now all I needed to do was to put into practice.

The next day I went to school as usual but couldn’t concentrate on anything as I was busily mulling the idea in my head. At lunchtime I called my two closest friends, Jim and Danny over to begin putting my plan into play.

Jim was big, that was the only way to describe him, at 18, he stood at 6’4”, he must have weight about 17 stones, broad shouldered with a muscular body. He had very blond hair and icy blue eyes, all in all he was a good looking guy and all the girls fancied him, the big draw back as far as he was concerned was that he very quite and shy and seemed to completely clamp up when any girl spoke to him and as he had never mentioned going out with any girl I was pretty sure that he was still a virgin.

Danny was not that tall, 5” 11”, but he was a bulky, not fat, but filled out all over, he did a considerable amount of weight lifting and was in the school swimming team, so like Jim he was very powerfully built. Jim had jet-black curly hair, which he kept short, something to do with his swimming, and emerald green eyes, he was a handsome guy and had a full of life personality, always joking and laughing. It was no secret, at school, that he had already lost his virginity to Betty, the year before she left to go to university and had since been going out with Juliana and judging by they behaved around each other, she had also submitted to him.

We walked off together, to the small park next to the school, and while walking I begun, “Hey guys you know my birthdays coming up next week, well my uncle istanbul escort John called me and said he was laying on a very special treat for me which I will love and will make him my favourite uncle for life, his always saying because his my only uncle and thinks it’s really funny, and that it has to be all hush, hush and he will call me this week with the details. Anyway are you guys interested?”

“But you said you were having a big piss up party with a DJ and everything at the park hall and I was really looking forward to it, now your chickening out, it’s not going to be much of a party with just the three of us is it?” said Danny.

“Yeah, man I was looking forward to it and I was going to have a couple of drinks and ask Sue T to dance and get her to come out with me now you’re screwing it up.” Jim piped in.

“No guys wait, I am still having the main event this is just a small trat from my uncle and it will be a couple of days before the party.” I told them.

“Now you’re talking Pablo my main man, two parties are always better than one.” Danny almost never called me Paul; he seemed to call me anything other than that, Pablo, Pavlo, Pavlova, Pal, Pappy and Pascal were some of the names he used, it didn’t worry me as he seemed to do it with all his close friends, Jim was Jimmy, Jimbo, Jammy and Jay to Danny.

Jim also seemed happy with the idea of a pave the way party as Danny described it.

After school, I went straight to my house and up to see Vera. I knocked on the door and she opened it, she was dressed in a small short dress made out of a silky clinging material that did nothing to hide her curves, the dress was very low cut and seemed to be held up purely my her nipples. I stood at the door admiring her and told her of my plan.
She was thrilled, Alison had gone swimming with the school and her husband was still at work, Vera pulled me in and closed the door behind her.

As I stood there she pulled me down to her and kissed me urgently on the lips, pocking her tongue at my lips until they surrendered and allowed entry, her tongue flicked around my mouth jousting with my own tongue until I followed her tongue back to its hiding place, once in there was no escape, not that I wanted to, she begun sucking at my tongue devouring it until I could fill the muscles in her throat pulling it in as far as it would reach.

My hand moved down and under her dress, she spread her legs wide to give me access, I felt for the hem of her knickers and pushed it aside, there was an unbelievable amount of heat emanating from her cunt, my fingers probed istanbul escort bayan until they found the entrance and I pushed two fingers into the furnace, she was completely soaked with her juices, if just the mere thought of her fantasy coming true caused this reaction, what would she be like on the day I wondered. I begun finger fucking her and felt her nectar dribbling down my fingers and saturating my whole hand, she was in a frenzy now trying to fuck my fingers and moaning loudly. I pushed a third finger into her and pulled away from her face using my other hand to draw the dress over her tits and once they were in the open attacked them with my free hand and my mouth.

I pinched one nipple and bit the other, she was almost shouting now asking for more, I moved my hand away from her tit and dropped it down to her cunt from behind and added a fourth finger to those already fucking her, once it was wet I moved it under the knickers until it connected with the rubbery entrance to her arse and just pushed until it was allowed entry passed her sphincter, she didn’t seem to know what she wanted most, one minute she was pushing down with her cunt burying my fingers in as deep as she could and the next she was pushing her arse onto my finger trying to get as much of that in her as possible. She screamed “Ohhh, Ohhh yessss fuckk me harder mmmm cummmmingggg.” At the moment I felt her cum was over my fingers like a tidal wave and her muscles squeezing done hard on my fingers and then realising several times in rapid succession, I pushed her back gently but firmly and drew her down so that she was now on the floor of the hall, I got down with her lifting her legs up and wide I pushed my face in between her legs and licked her distended cunt lips and then plunged my tongue into her centre tasting her exquisite nectar before commencing to eat her, sucking her juices out of her so that I could devour them, if any had told me before tasting Vera that I would love the taste of a woman’s vagina and the juices flowing from there, I would have thought them mad but now I just couldn’t get enough of Vera’s secretions and was happily slurping away, like a pig at a troth, lost in my feeding frenzy like a man starved for a week. “Ohh Paul that’s enough I can’t take anymore I need your cock in me cunt now.” She demanded.

I stood up quickly the motion sending the blood round my body so fast it made me dizzy, I dropped my trousers and pants, my cock sprung out of its confines it was rock hard and throbbing, the veins stood out engorged with blood, the head was a dark purple colour escort istanbul covered in precum. I dropped down in between her legs and taking her ankles in my hands lifted them up high onto my shoulders and pushed my baton like cock towards its goal, she grabbed it with her hand and guided it quickly to her cunt, I pushed and was in up to my balls in one thrust. ”Yessss now fuck me hard, I am a cock hungry cunt and need a hard fuck noww.” She told me as she again begun to moan as I begun fucking her like a jack hammer, I would go in until my balls were crushed against her body then pull out just leaving a part of the head in and repeat the action automatically, I felt the spunk building up in my balls as they tightened ready for release and I quickened my pace, my balls were almost in pain they needed to discharge their seed, it had been a couple of days since I had cum and there was an obvious build up of fluid waiting to be released.

“Noooo fuckkkk I wanttt itt inn myy mouuuuth.” Vera said in between gasps, moans and puppy like yelps, I pulled my cock out and laid her legs down, quickly scurrying to her head, putting a hand behind her head I lifted her up and pushed my now slimy cock, covered and glistening with her cunt cream into her gapping hot mouth, as it begun its inward passage I felt my sperm begin its rush from my balls and through my pipe until it forced itself through the narrow hole and ejected into her mouth with an unbelievable velocity, she coughed as it hit the back of her throat, it almost made her choke, my cock made involuntary jerking movements as my seed continued to fight its way to the surface and feel her mouth to capacity until it trickled down the sides of her lips and stained her cheeks. She swallowed the mixture of her cunt juice and my fluids, and then opened her mouth to show me she had some still trapped in her mouth, I bent down and kissed her fully on the mouth, tasting our combined efforts with my tongue until she had allowed it to trickle down her throat. She pushed me gently of her and I stood up, offering my hand to her, she grasped it and pulled herself off the floor. She used her fingers to wipe the spunk of her cheeks and popped them into her mouth licking them clean, “ That was what I’m sure any doctor would have ordered for my cunt, had I seen one, but most definitely not for my back, I think I’ve rubbed the skin red raw. She laughed.

My cock was slowly beginning to rise, being in the same room as this sex queen was enough, I wanted to fuck her in her tight arse and moved towards her. She put her hand on my chest gently pushing me away, “No, we don’t have time now. You’d better go and I’ll see you on Wednesday as agreed.” I wanted to protest but knew it made sense so I gave her a peck on the lips, opened the door and left, walking done the stairs I thought about my reward for my efforts and wished Wednesday would hurry up.

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There was a knock at the hotel room door. Even though I was expecting it I jumped slightly, nerves perhaps. I smoothed down my satin robe as I went to open the door. In walked a tall dark man, I had never seen him before but I knew this was Valentino, his name and appearance somewhat at odds with his strong North London accent. He introduced himself and briefly explained what he would be doing before disappearing into the bedroom to set the scene. I stood for a moment wondering if I was really going to do this. His words ran through my head “This is a very sensual full body massage. You need to tell me if there is something you want me to do but also if I’m doing anything you don’t want.” He went into the bathroom to prepare himself and I walked into the bedroom to wait for him,

I waited for a few moments, conscious that I was naked under the short robe. He had stripped the duvet and pillows from the bed and lit candles and joss sticks. A CD was playing softly. He walked in wearing just a pair of black shorts and handed me an eye mask. “You can remove it at any time you want” he said. I shivered as I put the mask on. Once it was in place he told me to stand at the bottom of the bed. I moved into position.

He was silent as he stepped in close behind me and I felt strong hands massaging my shoulders through the thin satin. Then he reached round and pulled on the end of the belt securing the robe. As it slipped from my shoulders I was thankful my 2 months dedication istanbul escort to workout DVDs had been effective but my thoughts were scattered as I felt the first touch of his hands. His fingertips lightly brushed from my shoulders down to my waist and then carried on down my legs. There was a soft murmur in my ear. “Can I have you on the bed now?”

I climbed onto the bed as elegantly as I could and settled myself on my front, still wearing the eye mask. I felt a light touch over my back and shoulders, he was stroking me with a feather. My skin came alive as the delicate touch covered every part of my body. Then the feather was removed and I felt oil trickling along my right leg. The delicate touch of the feather was replaced with strong warm hands firmly massaging my foot and gradually moving up my leg. As his hands moved higher and higher I started to wonder just how far he would go, the firm pressure on my thigh felt incredible and his hands were brushing almost accidentally between my legs. I sighed with pleasure as his hands kneaded my naked arse before starting again on the other leg.

He shifted himself up the bed as he started to massage my back, the trickle of massage oil anticipating each move. He reached my shoulders and massaged firmly, his knee between my legs so every stroke made me grind against him. He started to massage my arms and and my hands, stroking each finger with unexpected intimacy.

Then I felt his fingers in istanbul escort bayan my hair and his hot breath on my ear as he slid his chest along my back, using his whole body to massage me. My breath was starting to come in gasps, I could feel his cock pushing against me, only separated from my most intimate area by a thin covering of fabric. I groaned as I felt him move away from me but then I heard his voice. “It’s time to turn round.”

I was amazed to realise than any feelings of self consciousness had disappeared as I rolled onto my back offering my naked body to his gaze and hands. Still masked I could only imagine him looking at me, planning where next to put his hands, what would give me the greatest pleasure.

I gasped as I felt his hands on my ankles and sliding up my legs, he wasted no time reaching my thighs and massaging firmly, allowing his hands to just tease my smoothly waxed pussy lips. Up over my hips and gently rubbing my stomach. My tits longed for some attention and I sighed with relief as I felt the cold trickle of massage oil over my breasts, swiftly followed by his hot hands. He kneaded my tits firmly, he was done with the gentle teasing of earlier and I was glad. His hands made their way downwards sliding over my stomach, slippery with the massage oil.

I could hardly believe what I was doing as his fingers slid down between my legs, caressing my pussy lips, teasing me as I arched my back, desperate for him escort istanbul to touch my yearning clit. I groaned as his fingers reached my most sensitive point, stroking and gently pinching. I felt first one finger, then a second slide into me, no need for massage oil, I was dripping wet with arousal. I felt his fingers slide into me while his thumb played gently with my clit, he carried on teasing me, keeping me just on the edge of coming.

He adjusted his position, straddling my leg and grinding his cock against my thigh. His arse was cupped in my hand and through the fog of arousal I realised he was also naked, I could feel his smooth bare skin under my hand. Without any warning I came, a small orgasm, just a precursor to the main event and he didn’t stop, sliding his fingers through my pussy juices. I could hear his breathing getting rougher as he slid his cock against my thigh, this was about his pleasure as well as mine.

He lifted himself up and I wondered what he would do next. This was supposed to be a sensual massage, how far would he go? I gasped as I felt first his hot breath and then his tongue, caressing my clit and lapping at my pussy juice. I hadn’t expected this but I was powerless to stop it. I could feel the tension building and I almost cried when I felt him stop only to groan again with pleasure as he laid his body on top of me, his cock firmly against my clit. He rocked against me, our limbs tangled together and his hot breath in my ear as he drove me to a powerful orgasm.

As our breathing returned to normal he murmured in my ear. “You must have a very loving husband”. I had to agree.

As Valentino took a quick shower I removed the eye mask, wondering whether he had the best job in London or the most frustrating.

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After watching Ms. Lulling’s video, I was exhausted as though I actually did have sex with her. I fell right asleep, and was almost late for work today as I neglected to set the alarm in my post-orgasmic, fatigued stupor. I was going to have a “discussion” with her about the USB she sent me, but I was too tired.

Everything I need to work on my cases is within arm’s reach- my assistants via my phone, meticulously organised case notes and of course, my darling office computer. However, using any of those resources was almost as tiring as physically going to them myself. I might as well greet Ms. Kenner outside of out polite greetings. I might as well go to the research room, and pore over the law books myself.

At 8:40am, creepily right on cue, my office door burst open and in came Jackson Vaughn like a gust of wind. A pestilential gust of wind. “Gerard! You signed in on time. You’re always ten minutes early. What the fuck happened?”

“Are you stalker, or what?!” I grumbled, not remotely close to being in even the mood to deal with Jackson’s daily intrusions.

He then wore that ridiculous, cheeky grin that only his mother would love. “It was ‘cos of a girl, huh?”

I hurled a fluoro yellow highlighter at him, upon discerning that a pair of scissors could amount to something very illegal, and an eraser wouldn’t hurt enough. I couldn’t lie, I chuckled in amusement when he shot me an annoyed look- the roles had been reversed, and in my bad mood, I couldn’t think of anything funnier.

“Jesus, you haven’t changed! You’re still a bastard! Can’t have been a girl, then.”

“Have you considered that perhaps my prudence is a result of my personality rather than a lack of a sex life?”

“”A lack of a sex life”?” Jackson repeated with too much glee. Oh no. What in the world did I just admit? Now he’ll never stop annoying me. “Woah! Did you just thinly veil that I was right? Anyway, send me the link to the porno that made you almost late it must be awe-“

“Just get out, alright?” I pointed at the door. At this stage, I have higher hopes in a mad bull to obey me.

Ignoring me (of course), Jackson asked, “I forgot to ask, but what was her visit yesterday all about? She practically sprinted out of your office like she found out you’re an alien or somethin’.”

Clearly, he was referring to the time yesterday afternoon when Ms. Lulling handed me that USB. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks, and could only hope it didn’t show. “She handed me some evidence, that’s all. Well, technically, it was an estimation of our clients’ damages.” I was lucky that a decent lie floated into my mind so conveniently. “Remember? That class action suit I was talking about? Well, I don’t expect you to, but…”

He stared at me blankly, so I stared back as a show of confidence in what I just said. I thought he was going to put up a fight, but he then smiled, “Right. Well, I’ll leave you to it, alright? My assistant told me I have a 9 o’clock in the conference room, so I can’t be late to that.”

“Punctuality is one of the very few good traits about you.”

“Charmed, Gerard. Catch ya later,” Jackson waved casually as he pressed down the door handle. His straw-blond hair swished as he craned his head backwards to face me again. What now? “Oh, I can’t do lunch today, because I have a 1:15 settlement meeting. Sorry.”

“Um, it’s fine…” I couldn’t hide my surprise I felt when not only he said “sorry,” but he’s actually working. My guess is that he’s trying to cram his meetings all in the one day.

*********

Jackson closed Gerard’s office door behind him silently, and walked down the hallway with his hands in his navy blue trouser pockets. He had just told his best friend a couple of lies. However, he wasn’t sure how he was really feeling. Despite his happy-go-lucky, easygoing attitude, he never white-lied, nor held any secrets of his own for very long. All he could do was tell himself that this was for the betterment of his friend, and that in certain situations, leaving your basic principles home was the only way to move onwards.

Heaving a sigh, he approached the desk of his assistant, Tina Underwood, and knocked on a free space on her table like it was a door. “G’morning, Tina! Were you able to tell me istanbul escort where Ashlee Lulling’s office is?”

“Good morning, Jack,” the blonde adorned with a stylish pair of rectangular glasses greeted her superior with a honey-sweet smile. Wedged between her desk phone and the hard drive of her computer was a small D-ring folder. She opened it up, and scanned the page with her green eyes. “Ashlee Lulling’s office is in Accounting- the seventh floor, room five.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t you have a copy of the firm directory?”

“Um, I lost it, probably.”

“I’ll make you a copy, then, Mr. Vaughn,” Tina promised with a flirtatious wink.

“Marry me, Tina!” Jackson clasped his hands together in a prayer-like fashion and scooted out of the assistant area, down the hallway, and then towards the elevators. He pressed the button with the upwards triangular arrow, and tapped his foot in waiting.

Once he got to get inside, he was surprised to see Ashlee Lulling; whom had returned to staring into space after giving Jackson a cursory glance. She was smarty dressed in a pinstripe blazer-blouse-skirt number, whilst holding a brown briefcase with both hands. “Just the person I wanted to see!”

Ashlee looked up at him, and then stared away again. She watched Jackson go towards the elevator control panel and push the emergency stop button. There was a short alarm sound that was a lot like a high school bell. She looked at the compressed button, then at Jackson; flustered.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not cracking onto you yet. Anyway, I was just about to go to your office. However, this would be a more private place.”

Ashlee trusted Jackson, but still took note of her briefcase being a possible weapon if things turned sour.

“You like Gerard Hildebrand, don’t you? Call me high school, but since you have social anxiety problems, and he’s a prude, you guys need a bit of a “nudge”, so to speak. Instead of being 27-years-old, youse are like two 16-year-olds that have never dated before.”

She looked at him in astonishment, though truthfully, she was trying to not show how offended she was.

“Please, Ashlee. There’s no way anybody is that speechless without an issue. Plus I have a keen eye. I’ve seen the way you eye him. He’s too stuck into his career to notice, being the brilliant barrister he is. Anyway, I have a proposal…”

Ashlee stared at him in an intent manner that obviously read, “Go on.”

“If you have sex with me here… I will see to it that he’s yours. Trust me. I’ve been friends with him for years,” Jackson smirked as he undid the two buttons on his suit jacket. He never took his eyes off of her as he tossed the jacket to a corner in the elevator.

The blue-eyed beauty pensively stared at the steely ground of the elevator. She was ashamed, but she was seriously considering it. To her, it wasn’t like Jackson was completely unattractive- he’s a very smart-looking, tall, cleanly handsome blond, with masculine, broad shoulders. It wasn’t the most dignified way to go about things, but she felt she had no choice.

Out of nowhere, Jackson began to laugh heartily; leaning his hand on the metallic wall for support. “I’m joking, Ashlee! Every woman I’m with and have been with was never pressured in any way- but seriously, is there a reason you’re so interested? I mean, for something just physical, you considered something quite humiliating, you know?”

“He…” Her voice was so soft and feminine; with pinches of adorable shyness and genuine anxiety. Jackson didn’t dare his crude-humoured self to even breathe an interruption. “I… I saw him when… when I f-first started here… I… then went to see him in court, and I knew he was a good man. He fought tirelessly despite the odds being so stacked against h-him and… I guess he’s handsome… to me…”

“Yup. So high school, but sickly adorable. I do agree, though, he is a good man. Go visit him at lunch, and be quick before he leaves his office,” Jackson pushed the button to the seventh floor, and the elevator began to run again. Ashlee looked bewildered. “As long as you press a numbered button, the elevator runs again. I know, because when I had Marsha- oops, I don’t kiss-and-tell.”

Ashlee smiled to herself, istanbul escort bayan as Jackson’s idiocy was like a bug that forced one to smile.

*********

It was 12:50, and I can tell you, my stomach certainly knew it was lunch time. In between tiny growls, I consulted some passages from the case notes for my trial in two days. I’m not in such a horrible mood anymore, seeing as the facts of the case are shaping up nicely, like blob of clay into a beautiful vase. I’ve pretty much finished all of my work for the day, and it’s almost lunch. I probably can go home at a normal time for a change. I heard an office phone ring nearby, and looked up as my assistant picked it up.

“Welcome to Gerard Hildebrand’s office, this is Natasha Kenner speaking,” she spoke in that fake voice people feel compelled to put on whenever they’re on a phone. “Absolutely, Sir. Mr. Hildebrand, Mr. Vaughn is on Line 2, and he’s saying it’s quite important.”

“Thank you, Ms. Kenner,” I nodded to her; showing that I picked up the handset so she can hang up hers. “Jackson, what’s up?”

“WHAT’S UP?” I heard him yell. All too well. Right in my damn ear. “You sound… happy, it’s kinda gross.”

“What do you want- that’s not Ms. Underwood? Didn’t you have a settlement conference?”

“Ashlee is coming to your office at 1, pal.”

Ms. Lulling? In my office? Gee, I wonder what for? Not. “Um, thanks? Why the hell would you know that?”

“Seriously, be nice to her. I caught up with her today. She’s a good girl.”

Depends on what you define as “nice”. “I guess she is…”

“You sound embarrassed. Just what are you thinking?”

“Just go to your damn conference!” I groused, and slammed the handset down. I could hear that bastard chuckling to himself without the aid of a phone. Natasha looked at me as though I was a loud dog, and all I could do was smile awkwardly.

“Er, Mr. Hildebrand, I’m going on my break now,” Natasha informed me, like she used it as an excuse to run away from me.

“Of course, that’s fine. See you soon,” I waved curtly and sat back down on my chair. I was just about to prepare leaving my office for the hour when I heard a knock. On the other side of the see-through door was Ms. Lulling, waiting for me to permit her entry. I can’t really put the finger on the feeling I’m feeling right now- apprehensive, hopeful, lustful… it’s not just one emotion. All I knew was that the craving for a hamburger was replaced with butterflies fluttering about. “Ms. Lulling?”

Like the beginning of THAT video, she closed and locked the door. She moved on to taking care that all blinds were down and curtains drawn closed. Then she flashed me a lopsided, naughty smile without saying a word. She definitely knew that I watched it, given my lack of confused resistance. I felt my heart start bashing about to get out of my ribs. The blood coursed laps around my body like hundreds of race cars. I was drowning in that same lust, that same carnal desire, and my head was spinning.

Without a moment to waste, I threw my suit jacket off and practically ran to her like she was kilometres away. My lips crashed onto hers as I pressed her body against the wall. I could hear that lovely clink my belt buckle was made while she was trying to do it; all the massaging my mouth with those soft, beautiful lips.

I ran my hand down that destructively erotic curve of her butt; delighted to know that she was wearing no panties. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t wait. It’s like when my body was given the opportunity; it remembered how much it wanted my cock to be coated in pussy juice. I’m sorry, body. I have neglected you.

As she pulled down my trousers along with my boxers, I forgot about the embarrassment of already being rock hard as soon my hands grabbed those warm, supple thighs. I hoisted her skirt up as well as Ms. Lulling herself up so I could fuck her ferociously against wall. Her smooth arms looped over my shoulders, her soft hands onto my neck as she hung onto me for dear life.

I could hear her breathing rapidly in my ear, which only made me aggressive. She was the only one that could bring this side of me out to play. I jammed my rock hard into her wet pussy, and we both let out long moans of satisfaction. escort istanbul It was amazing how wet she was already- knowing that she wanted this as much as I did was so much of a fucking turn-on, it wasn’t funny.

I pushed her back by way of her thighs to slowly slide my cock out of her hungry pussy, and was rewarded with a long, breathy, sexy “oh” as grabbed onto me tighter. I took the moment to stare at her pretty face, which was usually expressionless. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, her cheeks flushing from embarrassment and arousal. Her tailored eyebrows formed a frown; her body’s way of showing me how much she had to suppress her voice so that we both won’t lose our jobs.

Those fucking beautiful blue eyes stared down up at me; puppy dog eyes that begged me to ravage her. “M-more…” she threw her head back and begged in the most feminine; most erotic voice I had ever heard. It was like silk being caressed in my ears.

It’s not like I wanted to wait much either. The only goal in my mind was shoot my load inside her, and make her scream. I began to thrust as hard and as fast as I possibly could, enjoying that my hard work was pleasing her so much. She had to bury her pretty face in my shoulder so whenever she screamed, it would be muffled.

Even I couldn’t suppress my groans and anymore. Her thigh muscles tightened in an effort to stay straddling on my hips, which in turn tightened her pussy muscles around my cock, and felt bloody amazing. Every time I thrust into her, it felt like the first time; as though she was getting tighter and tighter.

My lower part of my body melted faster than an ice cube on a hot plate, and my legs were starting to buckle as I neared orgasm. In the throes of passion, she tried to hang onto me with just one arm, and used her free hand to stroke that cute, pinky clit of hers.

Her face was rammed into my collarbone so hard it was about to snap, as she concealed her loud moans. Everything was getting wet and sloppy, and each thrust made a delectably dirty, slamming sound as bare upper thighs collided in heat. “I’m cumming!” I nearly shouted, thankfully not too loud. “Can I come inside you?”

She looked up to me and shook her head. I was on my very last thrusts before I spurted inside her, and pushed her even harder against the wall. It was hard to time your orgasms at the same time as your lover, especially for the first time. I clenched my teeth like I was trying to bite sheet metal; managing to keep that roaring monster of an orgasm from becoming to loud.

Ms. Lulling shouted in ecstasy in my chest as she came. I felt her pussy loosen around my dick, which I didn’t want to take out of her. It was so warm; so moist. Both of our muscles had shut down as we crashed on the carpet. Uh-oh. In my ecstasy, I had completely forgotten about pulling out!

“Oh, shit, sorry…” I apologised emptily between heaves of breath; so fatigued that I could fall asleep. She sat up, leant her back against the wall and lifted up her tight skirt to show off our handiwork. She made sure my eyes were on that glistening pussy; coated in all manner of juices. Cum trickled out of her tight whole as her thighs tensed, and oozed onto her hands.

I could tell she was watching me as I was riveted by such an incredibly hot sight. My cum, inside that perfect, perfect pussy. Most of what I spurted out had made a tiny pool along her fingers which she licked up deliciously like it was melted ice cream. Those beautiful blues never left my rhapsodic, sweaty face as she made sure I watched her lick up every last bit.

Her pink tongue glided between her fingers, over her palms and along the bumps of her knuckles. I’ve never been with a girl so willing to lap up my cum, and it was an incredible sight. Naturally, I started to think of other places I’d like her to show that oral enthusiasm on. I’ve never actually seen my cum after it gets lost in those warm walls…

“Sorry…” I apologised again, though it didn’t look like she was particularly troubled. As usual, she said nothing, and snaked her upper body over my bare, moist-from-sweat thighs. My flaccid penis wasn’t looking too clean itself. She gently held it in a gentle grasp as her exquisite tongue slowly glided up and down my shaft. She’d stop and swallow the small amounts of semen every now and then; smiling coquettishly as she did so. I’m extremely sensitive now, and every lick felt more like suckles. If she kept going like this, I’ll get hard again…

Yeah. I think I can skip lunch for a second round…

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I had to admit I was feeling a bit miffed at my husband. Here it was Valentine’s Day and he seemed to have forgotten. No flowers, no phone call, no gift, and now I come home to a dark house? Hell he wasn’t even home! Now I was starting to get really ticked off. I know I had to work on a Sunday but this was flat ridiculous. He’s never ignored Valentines before.

I walked into the house and clicked on the family room light before dropping my bag in the chair and pulling off my coat. I continued into the kitchen and flicked on the switch, irritated that I was going to have to start dinner and wondering where the hell my husband was when I stopped dead in my tracks. There on the kitchen table, was a large box wrapped in shiny silver paper covered with red lip shaped kiss marks, a large red satin ribbon running corner to corner, and a large red bow holding it all in place. The anger inside me ebbed slightly as I stepped to the box and pulled the red envelope from under the ribbon. My fingers easily tore the loosely sealed paper to expose the simple heart shaped card inside.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetheart! By now I’m sure you are wondering where I am. Rest assured I am busy preparing the rest of your surprise. Unwrap your present now, and follow the directions inside.

I love you and hope you enjoy all of your surprise!”

I held the card and wondered just what he had in mind, and what was left of the anger slipped away as curiosity took over. I stared at the box for a few moments, wondering what he was up to, my head cocked slightly to the side as I contemplated the shiny wrappings. I set the card on the table and slipped a finger into the wrapping paper and easily tore it off. The plain brown cardboard box gave little clue to what was inside. I popped the taped flaps open and was somewhat surprised to see yet another wrapped box within the first. A single sheet of paper, folded neatly into and origami heart, was taped to the top. I lifted the paper and gently undid fold after fold until I had a square sheet of paper in my hands.

“I’m glad you decided to continue with your surprise. Take this box, but don’t open it yet, to the bedroom. Please follow each instruction on the note under the box to the letter and I can guarantee your anticipation will make the surprise all the sweeter.”

I smiled to myself as I lifted the box out. I did love surprises and my curiosity was in full bloom now. Under the box inside the box was another note, this one fan folded so I could only reveal one step at a time. The first said simply.

“Strip….all the way, pretending I am watching you!”

Knowing my husband’s penchant for looking at my naked body, that was little surprise. But with a hint of a smile on my face, I carried the box to the bedroom and set the box on the bed. I looked again at the note, tempted to unfold the next step. I held it for several long seconds before setting it down and then pulling my clothes off, item by item, dropping them in a pile on the bed. If felt a bit odd undressing this way, giving a show to no-one, but I just kept removing each piece of my clothing until at last I dropped my panties on the pile. Completely naked I picked up the note and unfolded the next instruction.

“Take a nice hot shower. You will find what you need in the shower.”

After a hard day a nice hot shower did sound nice, although having him in there with me to massage my stiff shoulders would have been a nice touch. I smiled at the thought and then turned to bathroom door. True to his word, everything was waiting on the edge of the tub. Some nice new fragrant body wash and my mesh sponge, and surprisingly also my razor. I took that as a hint to shave what needed shaved.

I enjoyed the hot water cascading down my body, the fragrant pomegranate body wash foaming across my body and running down my chest. I looked down and though of how he loved to watch the foam slide down my breasts and across my nipples, an almost constant tease for him. I thought of his hands as he would gently cup each breast and gently wash it, rubbing his thumbs across the nipples when he was trying to turn me on. I closed my eyes and allowed my own hands to stroke them just for a moment, feeling quite a bit hornier than I would have expected after a long day at work. After several seconds I opened my eyes and went about the business of shaving my legs and underarms. I briefly thought about shaving a few more places, just as a surprise for my obviously devious husband, but let that thought slip away as I rinsed the soap from my legs, wondering what he had in mind next.

I dried and wrapped the towel around my body before I walked back to the bed, the note still sitting on top of the box. My hands shook slightly, wondering what he had in mind for my clean and naked body. I unfolded the note one more step.

“Open the next box. Please dress in what you find here, no more, no less. Your surprise is only minutes away… Open the last box when istanbul escort you have dressed!”

I quickly ripped the silver paper from the box and pulled it apart. At first I wasn’t sure just what was there and quickly began pulling items from the box. It wasn’t at all what I expected. I found a short sleeved knit turtleneck sweater top and matching black knit skirt that was much shorter than I would normally wear. Under the skirt and top was a pair of black lace panties and a strapless lace cup bra. I picked up the thirty eight D bra and found a fresh package of thigh high black stockings underneath. In the bottom of the box was yet another box sitting next to a pair of two inch high heel shoes.

With the clothing laid out on the bed, I looked at my task. I still had no idea what he had in mind, but at least he wasn’t planning on running me around naked. That would be just about right for him when he’s turned on, and after thinking this all up he had to be very turned on.

I dropped the towel to the floor and began dressing, sliding the black panties on first. The silky feeling of them sliding up my legs was more erotic than I expected, and I closed my eyes for a moment, wondering just how he would remove them from me. I turned around and sat on the bed as I pulled the silky material over my round ass. The stockings were next, each one I pulled on and smoothed up my muscular legs until I had the tops nearly touching the panties. I could feel my pussy tingle slightly as I thought how his hands would feel, running up and down the silky material now covering my legs. It was uncharacteristic of me to be so turned on, but each step of dressing brought me closer to his surprise, which I was quickly hoping included something very sensuous.

My mind was on the tingling sensation between my legs as I clipped the bra around me and pulled it up to cup my full breasts and now hard nipples. I looked at myself in the mirror, turning to and fro briefly, admiring how well I actually looked in the black underwear. The workouts each morning had certainly had an effect.

I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up my legs and over my butt, wondering just how short this was going to be. The mirror showed me that it stopped half way between my knees and pussy, more than enough to make sure I was covered, but still showing much more than I usually did. In fact, it was so short that I could see the darker lacy portions of my stockings peaking under the hem of the skirt. I took a breath and pulled the skin tight top over my head, completing the look. I was sure he would be pleased when he saw me, the black outfit forming to my body and showing each curve. The last piece was the pair of high heel shoes. I didn’t love high heels and thought that maybe I could go without them, but gave in and slipped them on, not wanting to spoil the fun he had obviously worked so hard to set up.

Once dressed, I opened the final box revealing a black satin blindfold and a CD. The note inside the box was quite explicit.

“Text me and let me know you’re done. Then sit in my chair, turn on the music, cover your eyes and wait. Your surprise will soon arrive.”

I turned off the bedroom light and walked back to the family room. Slipping the CD into the player I turned the music on softly and sat in his recliner as directed. I covered my eyes as I listened to the soft strains “dance with me”.

“Knights in white satin” was still playing softly as I heard his footsteps on the hardwood floor.

******

I was glad when I got the text from her that she was ready. I wasn’t sure she would actually follow all my directions. I smiled to myself as I stepped into the house and saw her sitting in my chair, reclining back in the oversized recliner, her feet on the floor rocking gently to the music. She looked absolutely stunning in the black skirt and tight black sweater. I walked over toward her as quietly as I could, admiring how she looked with her chest rising and falling in the tight sweater. She started to reach for the blindfold, but I reached out and caught her hand, pulling it to my mouth and kissing it gently before placing it on the arm of the chair. I knelt down in front of her, gently pushing her knees apart so I could slide between them with my body and lean toward her. I started at her stomach, gently kissing her through the black material of her shirt, and then lifting it ever so slightly I began kissing her bare belly. I knew she didn’t like how it looked, but to me it was as sexy as the rest of her. I gently kissed back and forth across her stomach, one gentle kiss at a time, making her squirm and giggle as I nuzzled her bare skin.

I inched the shirt up, kissing each inch higher as I continued kissing back and forth, taking my time, working each gentle kiss with my lips and the tip of my tongue.

“Ohhh God Yes.” She said quietly as my teasing lips began turning the giggle into desire. I worked my way up her stomach istanbul escort bayan faster now, working toward her beautiful breasts. I paused my kissing to pullback and admire her lace covered breasts as I lifted knit top above them.

“Hmmm, you look gorgeous,” I whispered as I leaned down and planted a gentle wet kiss on first one hard lace covered nipple and then the other. I let my fingers gently trace patterns across her large breasts, letting my fingers tease her nipples as they grew harder before my eyes. If only she could see how large my smile was and how large and hard my dick was growing.

“Hmmmmmm,” she moaned quietly as I continued to tease her nipples through the lace. I let my hands slide around her body, sliding them behind her to undo her bra strap. She seemed to know what I wanted and arched her back to give me room, pushing her breasts toward me in the process. I leaned down and gently sucked one of her hard nipples through the lace as I unsnapped the clasp on her back. Dragging the material with my hands, I pulled the bra off and down, tossing it aside and allowing both my hands to now cup her bare breasts. I gently squeezed each breast into a cone and then used the tip of my tongue to tease her right nipple.

“Ohhhh nice.” she cooed as her hands stroked my short hair and tried to pull me closer to her breasts. I resisted and gently drew her nipple into my mouth, sucking as much of her breast in with it as I could, use my tongue to circle around and around her hard nipple.

“You like?” I whispered as I began kissing my way across her bare chest toward her other soft breast. I enjoyed each kiss, working inch by inch closer to her left nipple until I could enclose it with my lips. I sucked her creamy soft breast into my mouth, allowing my tongue to tease her already hard nipple harder, letting my tongue feel the bumps on her areola as her nipple tried to harden even more.

Almost reluctantly I released her nipple before I could over stimulate it, and eased my grip on her breasts, kissing my way to the valley between them and then back down to her stomach. I continued down until I was at the top of her black skirt. I pulled away, and admired the view of her soft breasts and hard nipples standing at attention, framed in black as the sweater top remained hooked above them.

I allowed my hands to slide down to her knees and my thumbs to gently stroke circles on the inside of each knee. I smiled to myself as I allowed my fingers to stroke her thighs and work slowly up her legs as my fingers pushed the short skirt up until I could see her curls poking through the lace of her black panties. I moved back enough to so that as I lower my face between her legs the scent of her arousal is obvious in my nostrils. I gently kissed her wet lips through the lace, eliciting a gently coo of approval. I so wanted to just rip her panties off and drive my dick into her sweet wet pussy, but I restrained myself, allowing my kisses to remain on the outside of her lace panties to tease her more. Finally I pulled the material aside, exposing her bare lips to my tongue. The first lick is always the best, tasting her tangy sweet wetness as my tongue spreads her lips apart. I pressed the tip of my tongue deeper, allowing it to reach as much of her nectar as I could. I slowly moved my tongue up her slit, spreading her lips wider as I worked it higher. She jumped slightly as I found the end of her sweet slit and pressed my tongue flat across the hard nub of her clit.

I smiled to myself as her hands pulled my head tighter to her pussy with my second trip up her slit. I allowed my tongue to press as deeply into her as it could reach before dragging the wetness up between her soft flowery lips until it bounced across her hard button again.

“Ohhhhh” she moaned softly as I started a third trip between her wonderful lips. I savored the taste and sensations as my tongue caressed her most intimate place yet again. This time I allowed my tongue to find her clit and flick it in a few quick licks before once again returning to her well of wetness. I drove my tongue deep into her, tasting her increasing wetness before drawing it up her slit yet again. Her lips folded around my tongue, caressing it as it caressed them. I found her hard clit again with just the tip, and flicked across it in a rapid fire motion.

I gently slid down between her lips this time, working my way down to her tunnel before pushing into her and moving back up again. Her arching back and rocking hips told me that I had hit the right spot and I continued to stroke time and again up her slit, flicking her clit and spreading her ever increasing juices around her pussy.

I freed my hands and reached under her, cupping her ass and gently pulling on the top of her panties, sliding them over her creamy with ass as I slid back so I could pull them down her legs and off. It only takes me a moment, as I untangled them from her shoes, to undo escort istanbul my belt and allow my Dockers to slide down to my knees, my underwear pushed quickly down as I toss her panties aside.

I moved back between her legs, spreading her knees, knowing she was expecting my tongue. She reached for my head and found my hips instead as my dick was poised to spear her wet pussy. I leaned in until I could rub the mushroom head around her lips, wetting it with her juices, and teasing her already hard clit. I pushed down to her tunnel and allowed my head to press between her lips, and then press into her, her wetness allowing me to slide in a few inches. I began to stroke into her, each short stroke wetting more and more of my shaft and allowing more and more of my long shaft to penetrate her. She moaned as I finally slid fully into her, our pubic hairs mixing as my thumb rubbed small circles around her hard clit. I stroked slowly, teasingly, my thumb never stopping its circles around her hard clit. Each stroke elicits a rock in her own hips, trying to push up to meet my stroke as I pushed her closer and closer to that first orgasm.

“OH DAMN,” she moaned loudly as I pushed her to the very edge of her climax, feeling her tunnel begin to contract around my shaft. I continued my strokes as her breathing became ragged and short, her climax beginning to wash over her. Almost suddenly she tensed, her back arching and her body going stiff as she groaned with the climax pulsing through her body. I continued to tease her clit, more gently now, holding the climax as long as I could, watching her beautiful body slowly relax.

I released her clit, my hard shaft remaining buried inside her. I wanted to continue. I wanted to cum and fill her with my hot cream, but I had other plans and refrained from my desire, knowing it would soon be worth it.

“Wait!” She said breathlessly as I slid my dick from her, her hands reaching for my body again.

“Don’t worry; we’re not even close to done.” I whispered just loud enough for her to hear. I slid her skirt down over her wet pussy then reached for her top, pulling it down over her large breasts.

“You’re not putting my bra back on?”

“Nope.” I replied quietly as I stood to pull my pants up. “You won’t need it.”

She shook her head slightly. I could tell by the frown she was worried I would parade her in public this way. “Don’t worry. I won’t do anything you wouldn’t agree to if you could see.” I whispered as I leaned down next to her face, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. “Come! Our chariot waits.”

I gently pulled her to a standing position and then reached around and pulled her to me, gently squeezing her before allowing my hands to slide down to her short skirt and squeeze her firm ass through the material. I couldn’t resist the temptation and hike the skirt up until I had her bare skin in my hands, gently squeezing and kneading her creamy white tush while I pulled her against me, my hard dick pressing into her stomach. “Ready for a little ride,” I whisper.

I released her, giving her gorgeous ass one more squeeze before smoothing the skirt down. I knew she had never been out of the house dressed this way, let alone without underwear. I wondered if it was turning her on or scaring her. I knew it was turning me on more by the second.

“Come with me.” I whispered as I turned and led her toward the front door of the house.

“You’re not taking me out dressed like this are you?” she asked hesitantly as we moved toward the door.

“Don’t worry. I won’t do anything you would regret. Just trust me and enjoy!”

“Ok.” She said, easing her resistance. I stepped to the door and opened it and then guided her outside. The air was chilly, and her nipples hardened in an instant as the chill slipped through the weave of the fabric. She looked so hot the way she was dressed I couldn’t wait for the next part of the little fantasy I had created for us. I led her to the limo, knowing she had no clue about it.

“I’m going to help you into the car now.” I whispered as the driver opened the door. I gently bent her down and guided her into the large leather seat in the back as I followed her in. The door closed behind us and the interior fell into a subdued gloom, only a small bit of the twilight coming through the heavily tinted windows. I could easily see out, but there was no chance anyone could see in.

“So what car is this?” She asked, knowing that it was certainly neither of our trucks.

“You’re in a nice limo, all alone with me, tinted windows so you can see out but not in. How does that sound?” I asked as the limo started out.

“Hmmm, No one can see in? Not even the driver?”

“Not even the driver,” I whispered as I pulled her toward me. I gently kissed her soft lips, both reassuring and loving her in one action. She licked her lips, tasting herself on her own lips after my previous time spent between her legs and smiled slightly.

“I suppose you want to play around?”

“Actually, I thought I would continue what we started in the house,” I said quietly as I undid my pants and started to push them down.

“You want to have sex in here?”

“Actually, I plan on letting you ride on my lap,” I said with a chuckle.

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Candace and the Frat Boys (Chapter 9)

Kathryn M. Burke

By Saturday night, Richard had become thoroughly familiar—physically and otherwise—with the three women in the house. It was after dinner that Josh had a tête-à-tête with him, and then with Julie. This youngest member of the household felt a little shudder of anticipatory excitement run through her—for Josh, bless his heart, now felt able to fulfill her long-held wish for a threesome. And she couldn’t imagine two men more appealing to her for the purpose.

Later that evening the three of them walked upstairs like pilgrims going to Mecca. Candace had generously given them permission to use her bedroom, as the king-size bed would come in handy for the succession of copulations that were being planned. When the two men stripped quickly, Julie’s eyes widened as she gazed at their burgeoning members—Josh’s thick and substantial eight inches, and Richard’s slightly thinner organ but a full nine inches in length. Could she really both of these massive things into herself, wherever they might want to go? Well, there was only one way to find out!

She dropped to her knees and nurtured both cocks with her mouth as the men stood with feet firmly planted on the floor next to the bed. Then they made Julie stand up and pressed up against her, front and back, as a kind of foretaste of the intertwining of bodies that was so imminent. Then they got into position.

This first episode started with Josh lying flat on his back. Julie clambered up to the bed and squatted over his member, then plunged it into her pussy. Richard then stood up on the bed, towering over the two of them; but his cock was just at the level of Julie’s mouth, and she engulfed as much of it as she could while beginning to ride Josh lustily.

Josh reached up to grasp one of her breasts while Richard reached down to take hold of the other. Josh didn’t neglect her bottom either, using his other hand to stroke and squeeze it as she bounced up and down on his cock. It was soon glistening with Julie’s own juices, as she already felt more excited than she ever had in her short career as a sexually active woman. Richard gently placed a hand on the back of Julie’s head as he encouraged her to take more and more of his member into her mouth. She managed about six or seven inches before gagging, some spittle dripping out of her mouth as she was forced to pull back.

But she soon resumed, licking and sucking it and also giving a lot of attention to his large sac of testicles while continuing to force Josh’s cock deep into herself. Slapping sounds could be heard as her sex came into contact with his groin, and the payoff couldn’t be far off. Josh came first, groaning like a wild boar as she shot his seed into her. His climax seemed to induce Richard to send his emission into Julie’s mouth, and she swallowed every drop.

She herself had come achingly close to orgasm but hadn’t quite pulled it off. The men couldn’t allow that situation to stand, so they encouraged her to lie on her back while they focused on her needs. The men lay on either side of her, Josh bringing a hand down to stroke her damp pussy while Richard tenderly kissed her and squeezed her breasts. In minutes she was experiencing a shuddery orgasm that made her thrash on the bed shamelessly.

After a suitable period of recovery for all three of them, they now decided that the ultimate in double penetration was at hand.

This time, the men had Julie lie on her side, Richard in front, Josh in back. Richard, gazing directly into Julie’s eyes, directed his cock into her vagina—deeper and deeper until it had almost entirely disappeared into her cleft. Once he was in place, Josh—having lubricated her ahead of time—carefully inserted his member into her anus. His slow, steady progress inside her, while Richard was thrusting more and more forcefully, rendered Julie almost comatose.

This was the culmination of months of fantasizing, and now the reality was even more spectacular than the fantasy! There was an overwhelming sense of filling that almost rendered her unconscious; and because the men’s separate pumping wasn’t very well synchronized, she felt acutely each one’s penetration into her vitals in a way that a single man’s entry into her never could. She languished in delicious helplessness, throwing her arms around Richard’s neck and receiving his kisses on her face, neck, and shoulders. She would have pressed her breasts against his chest, but Josh had reached around her and seized them with eager hands. But while she seemed utterly at the mercy of these two men, she also felt a sense of pride and power at her ability to satisfy them both at the same time. What man could possibly do that to two women?

Richard now slid a hand down to her sex, stroking her labia and clitoris while continuing to pound her. A sudden climax unexpectedly washed over her, but the men were far from finished; and the sensation of having an orgasm while not one but two guys were pounding alanya escort her was in her mind close to the pinnacle of physical and spiritual ecstasy.

When they did come, almost simultaneously, she felt every drop of their separate bestowals of their most precious substance as they filled her two cavities to overflowing. And they remained buried in her, motionless like some obscene tableau vivant. Only after minutes did they disentangle themselves, and the feeling of emptiness that Julie felt was so devastating that she came close to bursting into tears.

But the men didn’t allow her to feel any letdown, for they made sure to devote tender attention to her while they all recovered for what they knew would be yet another round. In the course of their devotions, the men managed to coax yet another orgasm out of her, as Richard fixed his mouth on her dripping sex, lapping up the mingled juices of all three of them while Josh pasted Julie’s mouth with a long, lingering kiss.

Their third copulation took form spontaneously. Josh and Julie got into sixty-nine position, and as she gobbled up his cock and he fastened his lips to her pussy, Richard squatted behind her and stuffed his cock into her bottom. Josh was fascinated to get a look at this anal penetration of his sweetheart only inches from his face, while Julie sucked Josh’s cock with such gusto that he flooded her mouth with his seed well before Richard was finished. She held the hot, salty, viscous fluid in her mouth as long as she could before it slid down her throat—and just then Richard sent his third discharge into her anus.

Everyone agreed it was now time to sleep. But they weren’t quite done yet. The men got on either side of her, each of them fixing their mouths on a breast. Julie, like a young Madonna, stroked the back of their heads as if delivering much-needed nourishment to these lusty men. Her face had taken on a dazed, glassy-eyed look: she had attained, for the first time, that rarest of states that a woman can achieve, experiencing a constant low-grade climax that felt like a mild electric shock proceeding from her clitoris and coursing through her entire frame, going on and on and on without any actual stimulation of her sex. At some point all three of them fell asleep, the men with their lips still glued to her nipples.

Julie was the last one down to breakfast the next morning, where a big Sunday breakfast was already underway. The others were mildly surprised when Julie walked in naked—but after what she had gone through the night before, clothes seemed almost sacrilegious. She had deliberately neglected to wash herself, and everyone could detect fluids leaking out of her various orifices. Candace looked her up and down and smiled genially.

“Had a nice time, dear?” she said.

As if stating a theorem that would revolutionize human knowledge, Julie said, “That was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me.”

She went up to her two men, kissed them both on the mouth, and sat down at her place at the table. Suddenly she cracked a broad smile and said, “I’m starving! Where’s breakfast?”

*

Josh really didn’t know what he was doing at this place.

He had made the long trek to the central Massachusetts town of Athol, where he hoped to find the man he was looking for. It had taken numerous Google searches to identify the person in question, but even so he wasn’t certain he had found the right man.

After all, Curtis Mayhew wasn’t an entirely uncommon name.

And if he didn’t quite know who he was looking for, he was even less certain why he was looking for him.

All he could conclude was that in some obscure way Mona’s life was not really complete until she had made peace with her fleeting lover of forty-five years before, and he with her.

It was already mid-evening, and Josh was encouraged by the fact that lights were on in the little house—really, not much more than a cottage—he was standing in front of. He had little idea of what Curtis Mayhew was now doing, although it appeared he had spent most of his career as an insurance salesman. Was he retired? Was he still practicing his old business or had he shifted—at sixty-six years of age—to some other occupation to fill up his later years?

When he knocked on the door, it took the occupant a while to open it. Perhaps he didn’t get many visitors.

What Josh saw startled him. Omigod, I’ve seen this guy before—sort of. It took him only a few seconds to decide: Jesus, he looks an awful lot like Candace—and Julie.

The man was pretty good-looking: about five feet ten inches tall, slim and wiry, with thin graying hair surmounting a face that was a bit weathered—whether from a lot of outdoor exercise or hard living, Josh couldn’t say. But his first impression of Curtis was a positive one.

Curtis was gazing, in a not entirely friendly manner, at the young man in front of him. Grudgingly he said, “May I help you?”

Josh had to swallow aksu escort before he could speak. “Um, you don’t know me, but—”

At this point Curtis, with an annoyed look, was on the verge of shutting the door. Maybe he thought Josh a solicitor, a political activist, or some other such nuisance. That’s why Josh quickly said:

“But I think you know a woman named Mona Sterling.”

The reaction Josh received to these words was not at all what he was expecting. Curtis staggered as if punched in the stomach, having to hold onto the door to prevent himself from falling on a heap to the floor. His face broke into a painful grimace, and Josh was unnerved at the prospect that this man whom he hardly knew would start crying in front of him.

“What did you say?” Curtis croaked.

“Mona Sterling,” Josh repeated. “I can’t remember her maiden name, but she married Frank Sterling. He was your friend, wasn’t he?”

“Who—who are you?”

“I’m the boyfriend of Mona’s granddaughter, Julie. I—I know Mona’s daughter, Candace, too.” This had struck Josh as the safest story to tell for the time being.

“Jesus,” Curtis said, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’d better come in.”

The house was pretty small, but cozy and comfortable. It was so thoroughly masculine—entirely devoid of the delicate little touches that only a feminine hand can provide—that Josh wondered whether Curtis had ever married, or whether this was just a home chosen for his retirement after any women in his life had come and gone.

Curtis directed him to the sofa in the living room, while he sat on an easy chair nearby. Almost immediately he jumped up, saying, “You want a drink?” He peered intently at Josh. “Are you old enough to drink?”

“Just barely,” Josh said with a smile. “A beer would be great.”

“Okay,” Curtis said, heading to the kitchen. “I may get something stronger.”

True to his word, he came back and tossed a bottle of cold beer in Josh’s general direction while hastening to the sideboard and pouring himself a generous helping of single-malt Scotch. After he fell heavily into his easy chair, he said: “You’d better tell me why you’re here. Surely Mona didn’t send you.”

“Well, no,” Josh said sheepishly. “She doesn’t even know I’m here.”

“How’d you find me?”

“It’s pretty amazing what’s available on the Internet these days.”

Curtis grimaced. “Yeah, I bet it is.”

“Listen!” Josh said with sudden intensity. “You gotta know certain things. You obviously must know that Frank married Mona soon after you guys graduated. Did you attend the wedding?”

“Grudgingly.”

“You—you wanted her?”

Curtis leaped up from his chair as if he’d been electrocuted. “Wanted her?” he cried, starting to pace about the room. “God, man, I loved her! Maybe you think that’s ridiculous—I only knew her for a few months, although I think I got to know her pretty well then.” He eyed Josh out of the corner of his eye, wondering exactly how much he knew. “She—she was just the most incredible woman I’ve met in my whole life.”

“Her daughter and granddaughter are pretty wonderful too.”

“I bet they are. I don’t know what Mona has told you about me—what I was like back then.”

“Well, she seems to have thought you were rather keen on the ladies.”

“Yeah, I figured she’d have said something like that. Okay, fine—I was. I grew up in a real repressive household, where any mention of sex was strictly verboten. Man, it was so unnatural! So you can imagine that by the time I got to college, when I was on my own for the first time, I just thought all these college girls were just about the loveliest creatures I’d ever seen. All of them!”

“I know what you mean.”

“But if Mona thinks I just went around trying to—you know, get them to bed, that wasn’t true! The fact is that I actually fell for a lot of these girls—I mean, emotionally. With almost every one of them I fantasized what it might be like to settle down with them, live with them, have a family with them, things like that.”

“Mona said you’d had, um, dozens, maybe hundreds—”

Curtis cracked a smile out of the side of his mouth. “Oh, she said that, eh? Well, that was a total lie. Not completely, but I exaggerated quite a bit. I wanted everyone to think I was this Don Juan kind of guy. Maybe I ended up sleeping with ten or fifteen girls—that’s about it.”

“That’s still a fair number. More than I’ve done.”

“Well, sure. But by the time senior year came around, I think I got some better perspective on the kind of girl I wanted. And, God help me”—he suddenly choked up—”Mona was it!”

Curtis flopped back down into his chair, covering his face with his hands. He seemed to be sobbing quietly. Josh, acutely uncomfortable at this display of raw emotion from a man he hardly knew, didn’t quite know what to say. But he felt compelled at least to allude to the subject at hand.

“You and Frank and Mona . . . spring break . . .”

Curtis akseki escort parted his hands to cast a startled glance at Josh. “She—she didn’t tell you about that, did she?”

“Yes, she did.”

“Oh, Jesus,” he said in a hollow voice. “What you must think of me—of us!”

“Hey, I’m not here to pass judgment.” You can’t imagine what goes on in our house, guy.

“Those sessions,” Curtis said reflectively, “were some of the most poignant moments of my whole life. I’ll never forget them. How could I? In many ways I’ve never put them behind me.”

Josh didn’t feel it was his place to speak plainly of what he felt was the upshot of those “sessions.” So he said: “I guess Mona had to choose between you and Frank.”

Curtis laughed derisively. “There was no choice—especially after she got pregnant. I knew she was going to pick him. And she should have. She was in love in Frank, and they made a great couple. I knew she had a low opinion of me, maybe because of my big mouth and my fabricated tales of female conquests. I don’t think she even liked me very much.”

“I think you’re wrong about that.”

“Well, anyway, it was clear she would marry Frank. And I was happy for them. But I won’t lie to you: it was really painful watching them tie the knot, so I felt I had to get out of their lives and leave them alone. Anyway, being a third wheel didn’t suit me very well.”

“You must know what happened to them?”

“Not really. I told you, I pretty much cut all ties with them.”

“Well, they had a daughter, Candace, and they were apparently happily married for more than forty years.”

“That’s great,” Curtis said sincerely. “I’m really glad for them.”

“But Frank died about three years ago.”

“Yeah, I heard. I think I read about it in the alumni newsletter. But I didn’t feel right about sending Mona a sympathy card or anything like that—I’d been out of touch with them for so long. Anyway, I didn’t know how to reach her.”

“So what happened to you?” Josh said. “I mean, in your personal life.”

That crooked smile again. “I married three times, and divorced three times.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“Oh, it wasn’t so bad. I had some pretty good years with these ladies. Maybe I married some of them in haste, but they were fine women.”

“Did you . . .?” Josh began.

“Did I what?”

“Man, I don’t know how to say this—and, in fact, it’s none of my business.” Josh looked around the room as if looking for inspiration. “You know, Mona said one of the reasons she chose Frank was that she thought you might, um, not be faithful.”

“Well,” Curtis said with self-disgust, “there was probably every reason why she should have thought that.”

“So . . .?”

“Oh, are you asking me if I cheated on my wives? No! No, I didn’t! I may have done other bad things, but nothing like that. We basically broke up because of temperamental differences.”

“Any children?”

“No. I guess I was too selfish for that.”

After a silence, Josh said: “Mona wants to see you again.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Curtis said flatly.

“I bet she does,” Josh said with emphasis. He of course didn’t know, but he thought it was a good guess.

“I just don’t believe it.”

Even more intensely, Josh said, “Curtis, I really, really think you should see her again. I can’t say more than that.”

Curtis squinted suspiciously at his visitor. “What are you getting at?”

“I can’t tell you. But I think it’s super-important that you touch base with her.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so.”

Curtis heaved a sigh. “Okay, maybe. I just hope to heaven you know what you’re talking about.”

*

Mona, it need hardly be said, wasn’t pleased that Josh had ferreted out Curtis Mayhew and all but invited him to come over and renew his acquaintance with her after forty-five years. It was not her way to get angry or fly into a tantrum; but her face became suffused with color and she gave Josh a flinty glance as she said, “You oughtn’t to have done that, Josh.”

“Mona, dearest,” Josh pleaded, “I really think it would be good for you to see him—just get back in touch. You don’t have to be friends with him, or anything like that.”

“Do you really think anything will come of it?” she said, still sounding hostile.

“I don’t know. But it might help clear the air, you know? He said he could come by this weekend.”

“He’s going to stay here? In the house?” she said in alarm.

“No, no, he’s staying at a hotel nearby.”

Mona spun around in her bedroom, like a tigress on the prowl. She held her hands tightly around her chest—which had the effect of causing those incredible breasts of hers to rise up and swell. “I think this may be a mistake.”

“God knows it could be,” Josh admitted. “But I have a feeling something good might come of it.”

Everyone in the house was on tenterhooks about Curtis’s arrival. All they knew was that Curtis was “an old friend” of Mona’s from college days, and some of them could read between the lines as to what that might have meant. Of course, the idea that Mona could have been a wild young thing in those far-off days struck them as ludicrous—but Candace, for one, had begun to have doubts about what kind of person her mother had been four decades ago.

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