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I was a witness, and I swear to god, I saw it happen! We’d been heading south to Brisbane, the three of us, and had been driving in shifts for about a day and a half, with nothing but each other, the dust and the open road with which to amuse ourselves. We were listless, counting down the road signs to civilization: one hundred and fifty miles…sixty…thirty five miles…twenty. Ten. The name of the place escapes me, but it was one of those weird old aborigine-sounding places in the middle of nowhere, which after so much time on the road was a welcome rest. A beer, some shade and perhaps a bed for the night would do us all some good, and a break from one another’s company would be welcome.

Vicky had been giving me the ice treatment ever since we’d agreed to meet up with an old college buddy, Gemma, because she was flirting outrageously, bringing memories of old fumblings bubbling up, and when that girl teases I’d challenge any red-blooded man not to melt. I’m only human and that husky, seductive voice worked wonders on me. Gemma, with the face of an angel, body of a model and her thick, luscious, throaty tones…you get the idea. Curly, dark brown hair smelling of roses and jasmine, pert, teenage breasts and long legs gracing her tall frame: it was a bad idea to meet up with her in the first place, and even though teaming up had been Vicky’s idea, she resented my lack of composure. For the sake of us, it would be good to spend some couple time mending fences and fucking till morning.

Grimy, not unkind faces turned with interest to the girls when we entered the bar. The locals were the same kind of simple, browbeaten yokels that characterised the Australian farmer: the hoi poloi whose uniform ‘leather and checked shirt’ chic were miles away from ours. Imagine what must have been going through every mind as the three of us walked in – well, two of us, at least: as the male appendage I received no attention at all. Gemma, by contrast, always loved the effect she had on men, and the ham fisted attempts they made to charm her. She practically skipped to the bar, and in her deep and silken voice asked for three beers. Vicky found a table while I asked the barman where the nearest room for the night was.

“Yew’re real lucky there, mate: she’s an inn as well’s a pub!” said the barman, cheerfully. Without a word on price or details, he handed me a key, a wooden slate as large as a plate hanging from the ring marked ‘spare room’. I thanked him, and made some chit chat before returning to the table.

Christ, they’d already sparked up some company, I thought. I’m a very social person, and wouldn’t normally have minded were it not the fact that I was completely surplus to the group of men’s intentions. Vicky introduced me to the two guys that had wandered over with full pitchers of beer, as warm a welcome as Aussies can give you. Bill and Charlie were local ranch hands, in their twenties, features beaten into similarity by a life’s work in the blazing sun so as to make it impossible to know without asking. They both wore the same workmen’s clothing, carried themselves in the same nonchalant manner and…

But I’m of course getting carried away. They were ‘good blokes’, especially after finding out that Vicky, ‘The Blonde’ as Bill referred to her in an aside’ was with me, and that an unspoken ‘thou shalt not touch’ rule was agreed upon. This didn’t seem to bother them, and clearly Gemma had been the focus of their attention from the start: laughing, flirting, touching the boys at every opportunity, she really hammed it up.

A touch on my upper thigh made me look down, to find Vicky’s hand sliding up my bare leg to where she knew my cock would be. Perhaps she wasn’t so angry after all, I thought, four beers fuzzily: perhaps she wants to kiss and make up. She leaned closer, and whispered something I won’t repeat in my ear, her deft tongue darting out to make the briefest of licks that instantly had me stiff. Without a further word, she made her excuses and headed for the toilet. We’d played this game through many a time before, and I’d wait a moment to meet her around the back of the bar for a quick shag. I sorely needed it.

Christ, did Gemma, too. Bill was gaining the upper hand, while the locals at the other tables pretended not to drink in her incredible beauty. He was the more charming, and would be ending up lucky tonight: perhaps her casual flirting would ease up in the morning, and Vicky would ease up on me. I mumbled something about checking the van, and headed for the door. No sooner had I left than my girlfriend pounced, slamming me against the wall and arching her long, naked leg against my side as she assaulted my lips with her own. She moaned and pressed her crotch against the bulge in my jeans: I grabbed her pert little bum in my hands and pulled her up to support her weight. Two gorgeous legs wrapped around me, our passionate French kissing never ceasing even as she ground her sex against me and undulated against my hard-on, sexy moans emerging from her throat. I sarıyer escort slid a hand under her shirt and squeezed her breasts in turn, hard, to make her purr all the more. Finally she broke our kiss to whisper in my ear: “Fuck me. Do me right here.”

For exactly a microsecond I wondered whether doing it in plain sight, where anyone entering or leaving could see me, and doubtless the people inside could hear me, before she slid a hand between our bodies to massage my raging shaft to persuade me otherwise. A true gentleman, I obliged.

I turned and pinned her against the wall, where my hips could hold her and my hands could be free. Tearing at her shirt, I yanked it over her blonde curls and kissed her further, winding my fingers between those sweet locks to turn her on even further before I slid my hands down her back to where her skirt flapped in the evening breeze. I caressed her shapely legs, reached down to her soaking panties, nudging them to one side with my fingertips to expose her sex. She shivered as I slipped myself to the knuckle, straight inside her without tenderness. Like an animal, in the thralls of lust I fucked her with my fingers, lapping at her soft, pink lips.

“Do me,” she groaned, a look of frustration and arousal on her face as I gazed straight into her bright blue eyes. But I would not be so easily overcome. Instead my other hand found her clit, engorged between her sopping pussy lips, the scent of her wetness driving me insane with lust. And yet I teased her further as she moaned and begged for me to slip inside her. “Please…I’m ready, give it to me, baby,” she sighed, rocking her hips even more to let me know how badly she wanted it. Her hands roamed my body, feeling the muscles on my back and arms, squeezing here and rubbing there. Finally her frustration at my ministrations wore her out, and she grabbed a lockful of my hair, gave me a deep, sluttish kiss and growled: “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop, and fuck me now.” God bless that girl; she was an angel with a dirty mouth.

I took the hint, and yanked down my fly to tug my painfully thick cock out in an instant, pressed it against her lower lips and with a forceful thrust was inside her almost to the hilt. She let out a great wail of pain and ecstasy, her hands at the back of my neck and in my hair, urging me deeper inside that tight, wet, tunnel of hers. I withdrew to the point of coming out, and thrust again, harder and deeper this time and eliciting a throaty gasp of pleasure. No more moaning from her now; with each slow retreat and shoving fuck back into her she merely gasped, in pleasure and subdued lust. Quickening my pace she added a yelp – was it pain? – to each groaning sigh, pleasuring me with tight clenches at every thrust. I let out a moan, egging her on as I began to fuck her properly, rocking into her like a beast while she fucked back against me, still pinned against the wall.

Harder and harder, she rode me with skill, first kissing my neck, now licking my lips, now whispering obscenities in encouragement. “Don’t stop, baby, give it to me harder…that’s it, baby, make me come…give me that spunk of yours…I want it bad, baby, don’t make me beg…” she intoned between gasps. Soon I could hold back no longer, and the pace quickened to irregular thrusts and the short strokes. She was close too, her teeth gritted and screwed up. “I’m gonna come,” she gasped, and no sooner was this said than she convulsed with the first wave of orgasm, suddenly throwing herself forward and grabbing me around my neck and shoulders violently. Her thighs squeezed my hips, her legs locked around my waist as she came shuddering.

Gasping breaths came without rhythm as she reached the first of her climax, her tight pussy gripping my shaft like a fist. I paused for a second, no more, before I returned to the pace, a little too early even for her: “No, no, noo,” she protested, her first orgasm not yet subsided as I thrust even harder into her unrecovered body. This had the desired affect, and within a few seconds she was once more coming hard around my cock: “oh god, oh god” she pleaded as she climaxed again. I let her relax a little longer now, kissing deeply as she snorted for air through flared nostrils. One final push, I thought, and continued my assault, this time allowing myself to reach my own climax without thought for her comfort, fucking harder and deeper than ever into her quivering flesh. She moaned in real pain now, but did not chastise me, and finally, I pulsed a long overdue ejaculation deep inside of her, groaning like a rutting creature as I came with each thrust.

I stood there, motionless for what seemed like an eternity as my blonde angel held me close, the sound of her breath in my ear filling the world, my shaft still encased by her soft flesh. Slowly, we recovered together, and kissed each other, and said the things that only lovers should hear. She slid off me, and bent over, brazenly exposing her still bare pussy to me: a thin trickle of semen slid from her istanbul escort hole and wet her already sopping labia; I reached out and felt the heat radiating from her backside with a friendly pat. She jerked upright with her T-shirt in her hands, and gave me a sated, exhausted smile. “I needed that,” she said simply, before slipping the shirt over her head and covering herself with her white panties once more. I zipped up while she readjusted her skirt, and took her hand as she led me back to the bar. For all of our coded dialogue and discretions to meet for these quick ones outside, we neither of us cared by the time we returned, walking back arm in arm to sly comments that always washed over us. Unashamed, proud and dripping with sweat, we re-entered the bar, to raised eyebrows, a wink or two and a few smiles and raised glasses. We smiled back brightly, and headed to our table.

Empty or half drained glasses met us, however, and of where Gemma and our new found friends were, there was no sign. Vicky looked inquisitively at my for a moment, before her face screwed up in disgust. I looked blank before putting two and two together, and wondered which one she’d deemed worthy of planting his flag that evening.

I asked at the bar if there was another room to let; the barman shook his head no, but gone was the cheerfulness of earlier that evening. Indeed, now more disapproving looks and furtive whispers met us, and the entire bar had developed a more disparaging air. Feeling uncomfortable, Vicky said we should drink up, head to our room and tell Gemma to go a get fucked outside; we needed some sleep, and, our passions sated, a bed was welcome. I thought this highly rude, but in our relationship it is usually her who tires first, leaving me to idly fondle her body before myself drifting off. Such is life.

Up creaky stairs to the rickety first floor we went, the unusual layout of the room being such that the surprisingly large guest room in which we were to stay let out onto a mezzanine (no doubt the work of shoddy construction over aesthetic architecture) as well as the landing, from which the unseen observer could, should the door be opened, have a view of the bed within. This explained the barman’s cheeriness earlier on, I mused, him probably thinking he could creep to catch an eyeful of a threesome during the small hours, and given the horrible state of Australian television, this was somewhat understandably entertainment of the highest order. Obviously this inn was no stranger to foreign backpackers sinfully cavorting, but why the disapproval now?

Vicky tensed and grabbed my arm as we were about to enter, and wordlessly motioned to the door before I could ask why. Silent, we heard the unmistakeable sounds of sex from within. “I’ll go tell her,” I whispered, not knowing why she remained quiet, but she shook her head no, and with a mischievous glint in her eye, in the darkness discernable only in the moonlight, she pushed the door stealthily ajar, and gasped in amazement.

The room was dark except for a well of light from an overhanging source, again probably the barman’s work to ensure his privacy. The bright circle cast all else into shadow except the bed, upon which, still fully clothed but very obviously not for long, lay Gemma, her long, white legs parted by men’s hands, each one caressing her soft and gentle thighs. From where Vicky and I stood we could see every detail as Bill and Charlie stroked her aroused flesh and teased her still covered pussy. Her top was unbuttoned, and her plump breasts exposed, with Charlie’s lips working easily on her nipple from where he lay at her right, while Bill kissed her passionately, urgently, while she moaned, loud and throatily in stark comparison to my love’s gentle sighs. Both men were undressed to their under shorts, and the scent of sex could be discerned even from where we stood. To complete the tableau, Gemma’s hands were stroking through Charlie’s hair to the right, and merely stroking Bill to her left.

Vicky could not tear her eyes from the scene, but stood hypnotised, her breathing shallow as she became obviously aroused by the scene unfolding before us. “Where’s that other cunt?” asked Charlie all of a sudden, “the blonde sheila?” Gemma pulled her lips from Bill’s and sternly warned him:

“She’s out fucking her boyfriend in the van, and watch your tongue.” Even chastising her lover sounded like an invitation to buggery coming from that voice that so personified sex. Charlie blushed, which drew a smile from the centre of the mens’ attentions, who pulled his head up to her face, and switched to kissing him instead. Bill took to unbuttoning her shirt further, and began to kiss down her flat abdomen to the low cut of her hot pants. He unbuttoned her fly, and kissed her belly just above the front of her thong – she wore this even in a country where all one can do is sweat – and, brushing Charlie’s eager hand from her thigh, began to tug at her shorts. Gemma moaned loudly – whether from Charlie’s kissing or fındıkzade escort from her assenting to being undressed, I do not know – and bucked her hips up, allowing Bill to yank her shorts off in one go. The discarded material was hurled into a darkened corner of the room while Bill slinked up her long, shapely legs to her thinly veiled snatch. He hooked a finger under the thin cloth, nudging it to one side as I had done not fifteen minutes earlier, pressing a thumb expertly against her clit with one hand and deftly spreading her lips with the other. She moaned even louder into Charlie’s mouth, who broke off his kissing to free his stiff cock. Gemma tousled Bill’s hair while he went down on her, his tongue darting and lapping with finesse at her hidden delights. Then, she removed her top completely, and lay there naked except for her tiny red thong, held to one side by her second lover.

My cock was of course every bit as stiff as Charlie’s, but I was taken aback when I felt Vicky’s hand slide down to squeeze me. I turned to her for a kiss, but she smiled wryly and nodded back to the scene, saying simply “just watch.” I obeyed, the experience thrilling me deeper as my girl rubbed the length of my penis through khaki and cotton.

Charlie had now brought his hips up to Gemma’s face, who had now taken its impressive length in her right hand, stroking it with both hands and commenting on its size and girth. She wore an expression of shocked innocence, which I knew was merely her technique; the perfect compliment to her angelic voice, a pantomime of theatrical youth that would urge on anyone. “It’s huge,” she purred in wonderment, stroking his foreskin back to expose a genuinely intimidating cock head. Gingerly, and with a look of feigned, nubile worry, she parted her lips and tentatively licked the tip. Charlie moaned with pleasure as she licked slowly, only the very tip, before planting a delicate and sweet kiss on the bulbous head.

Bill looked up to notice this, and returned to his works with renewed vigour. Now her breaths came in shallow gasps, as she began to wrap her lips around the monster cock at her mouth. For all her feigned virginity she really couldn’t take the whole load at once, and her jaw stretched impossibly as she sucked upon his tool. For my part Vicky had reached inside my trousers and was openly jacking me off, knowing full well that no-one inside the room would know or care.

Gemma’s moans took on a more guttural quality, now, her deep voice grunting as Charlie began to rock his hips, or as Bill worked his magic particularly well. Without another word, he was on his knees, holding Gemma by the hips and lifting her arse, legs splayed on either side of the man’s arms before entering her with a groan of pure delight. Now we were frustrated, as his muscular frame blocked out view of the action, but not for long; Charlie was now aiming his penis into her throat at an uncomfortable angle, which Gemma objected to with a gesture. Bill repositioned himself so that Gemma was on her hands and knees, her mouth sucking almost all of one tool and her pussy taking another. She was taking a spit-roasting with style; though her hips were held aloft by one man, who fucked her hard and with a regular rhythm, she still bucked and rode him every bit as much as he did her, while her hands caressed the lucky Charlie’s balls as she sucked him deeper and deeper. Saliva dripped from one man’s shaft, while her own quim wet the other; and all the while as she was taken at both ends, she egged them on with urgent groans of ecstasy.

It began when Charlie, surprisingly, could hold out no more, and cried aloud that he was going to come. Unfazed, Gemma merely took a deep breath, sucked her cheeks in even further and took his whole length down her throat. Vicky snapped her head around to see the action, and gasped as all eight and half inches of the man’s meat disappeared into her. Charlie groaned as she sucked the load from his cock, his hips thrusting into her with each ejaculation. I was disappointed, expecting – or wanting -her to take his come on her perfect breasts, but when at last he was finished, we were all startled from a voice by the other entrance to the room.

“Looks like you’ve found a beaut there, fellas,” said a third man, happily. Gemma looked up in shock to see him standing there, still clothed, framed by the light from the corridor. “Sorry, darlin’, but I had to come see,” he said apologetically, but made no further entrance into the room. Charlie had collapsed onto his haunches as he recovered, but Bill did not even pause to catch his breath. Alone in taking this sweet young thing, he began to thrust hard and deep; Gemma, her mouth smeared with fluids, began to gasp and moan with each long spearing. The man stayed at the periphery, greedily eyeing the scene on the bed; Gemma looked over her shoulder and gave the bloke a slutty wink, before a shuddering orgasm overcame her and she collapsed face first onto the bed, arse in the air and taking a shafting. This was all the encouragement Bill could take and he too began to grunt, his strokes now short and erratic. With a great wail he pulled out his shaft, and long spurts of come leapt from his wet cock, spraying her arse, back and thighs. One man to another, I was impressed.

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What is it that turns an ordinary housewife into a slut? I am a 41 year old mother of three and have been happily married for 20 years. I have a good and varied sex life at home and we have continued to expand our sexual horizons throughout our married life. I met my husband when I was just 18 and he was 29, so I was pretty inexperienced. However, my husband has, with my full compliance, introduced me to many things and I now enjoy oral, anal, mild spanking, vibrators, flashing and even sex in public places. However, my sexual urges have increased with the years and this originally led me to masturbating during the day whilst fantasising about all sorts of things, including lesbian sex, multiple partners and even gang-bangs.

I try to keep myself fit and I think I have succeeded reasonably well. Part of my efforts include a lot of cycling and recently I took myself off in the afternoon for a couple of hours before the kids got home from school. I was about 8 miles from home on a very quite country lane when I got a puncture. Not being a very practical person, I had no means of repairing it and even if I had, I have never repaired one before, so I doubt that I would have been able to. I knew it was too late for me to walk home, but in the distance I could see a van parked in a field gateway, so I pushed my bike towards it.

On getting there, I could see no one about, so I called out hoping someone would hear me. After a few seconds a man emerged from a small spinney and asked me what was wrong. I explained my predicament and he had a quick look at the tyre and said that he didn’t have any way of fixing it there, but he could take it to a nearby town and get it fixed. With that he called out a name and another guy appeared. It transpired that a group of them were fishing nearby, having taken a day of work. As they had all come in a van, they suggested that the two of them take my bike and that I remained with the others whilst they got it fixed. I could see no reason to doubt them and they helped me over the gate and took me to the place where they were fishing. The other three were much younger than the two who had come to my aid, probably in their late teens. The two older men explained the situation and told the boys to look after me until they got back and with that they returned to their van and drove off.

The lads were very polite and offered me a coffee or a beer. As it was very hot I chose a cold beer and they fetched one for me and sat down and chatted as I drank it, rather too quickly. This was partly because I was hot and thirsty and partly because I was a bit flustered by the close proximity of the young lads, all of whom were stripped to the waist and with nice muscular physiques. They told me that they were builders having a day off and that they worked for the older guys, the brothers who owned the business.

As I finished my beer, they quickly opened another one for me, which foolishly, I drank equally as quickly again. Two of them jumped up to fetch some more beer and as they walked away I heard one of them say, “She’s a real milf”.

This was an expression I had never heard before and I was a bit embarrassed, as I assumed it was a derogative remark, probably some reference to the speed at which I had drunk the beer. When they returned and offered me another beer, I declined and told them I had heard what they had called me. They all laughed and the one who had said it blushed visibly. bayrampasa escort They asked me if I knew what it meant and I said no, but maybe they thought I was some kind of drunk!. This made them laugh even more and the more “jack-the-lad” of the three said “No! It means Mother I’d like to fuck”.

Now it was my turn to blush and I made to get up from the fallen tree trunk on which I was sitting, but stumbled, realising immediately that the two quick beers had gone straight to my head. One of them helped me to my feet and went to pick up my bag, which I had knocked over. In doing so, my camera fell out and one of the others picked it up. They began to tease me, asking if I wanted to take some pictures of some young hunks posing. I laughed and to hide my embarrassment, I took the camera and began to take some pictures while they goofed about, striking various muscleman poses.

After a couple of minutes, one of the said he would take some and the other two posed with me, planting kisses on my cheeks from either side. Then they said it was my turn and started to take photos of me. Then one of them said “Give us a little flash” and I found myself opening my top a little to expose my bra. They said I could do better than that and by now I was caught up in their enthusiasm and opened my top right up and pushed up my bra for them to see my breasts.

This was greeted by wolf whistles and I began to pose by pushing my tits together and pulling at my nipples. All sense of responsibility had left me and I was enjoying turning these young lads on and watching the effect my little display was having on them. They were all sporting nice bulges in their shorts and I felt really flattered that I was having this effect on the. Even so I had not really thought of going beyond a few harmless snaps and a bit of flirting, but when one of them came over behind me and cupped my breasts, my knees almost buckled with excitement.

I immediately knew I was not going to stop them doing whatever they wanted and so when his hands went to the zip of my jeans and he started to push them down, I offered no resistance. He pushed them down to below my knees and quickly followed suit with my panties. I remember thinking I was glad that I had put nice underwear on! With that they began to take more photographs, asking me to hold my pussy open and to touch myself and then to bend over so they could take pictures of my arse. I was so turned on by now that I sat back down on the fallen tree trunk and held myself right open for them. I could feel how swollen my pussy lips had become and their comments about my juicy pussy only served to turn me on even more.

Two of them walked over to me and pulled their shorts down, offering me their delicious young cocks to suck, which I did with abandon whilst their mate continued to take photographs. I moved my head from one to the other, making lots of loud slurping noises as I sucked greedily, like a woman possessed. I heard one of the gasp as he grabbed my hair and forced his cock further into my mouth and I felt him tense and begin to jerk as he came very quickly in my mouth. I swallowed quickly as jet after jet filled my mouth and his delicious salty come trickled down my throat. Some spilled out onto my chin and dribbled down onto my breasts.

What a slut I must have looked, jeans and panties around my ankles, a cock in my mouth and another in my hand. The lads merter escort laughed and explained that the one who had come in my mouth was a virgin and the excitement of a real woman had been too much for him.

The quickly softening cock was withdrawn from my mouth and the lad moved to take the camera from his friend. The other two laid me down on the grass and removed all my clothes and then one of them lay between my legs and began to examine my pussy in intimate detail. He held me open for more close up pictures and then started to finger me and rub my clit. His friend joined in and I felt more fingers being pushed up into my very wet pussy. I was in heaven as their free hands came up and pinched and squeezed my nipples. They both continued to fuck me with their fingers for several minutes, which really had me moaning, then suddenly, their fingers were withdrawn, one of them went down on me and started to lick and suck my clit, which almost immediately caused me to come very loudly.

Even before my climax had subsided I felt a long hard cock being pushed up me and a frantic fucking session began as he thrust in and out of me. There was no finesse, just pure young lust as he pummeled my pussy while his mate continued to play with my nipples. I heard him moan loudly as he came. Within seconds he was almost pushed out of the way as the third one rushed to have his turn inside me, as though he was afraid I might suddenly come to my senses and stop him. He was just as hurried, but lasted longer and as his mates egged him on and I began to feel another climax building up. I was frantic that he would finish before me, but he kept pounding away at me, oblivious to my needs.

In order to make sure I got what I needed, I gripped his hard young arse to keep him deep inside me and rolled over on top of him. I then squatted right over him and started to ride his splendid young cock more slowly, realising that I was also treating his friends to a display they were never likely to see again.

I began to move more quickly and was aware of my tits bouncing up and down as I built up to a fantastic climax, almost screaming as he came inside me just as my climax hit me. I felt sensational, with no thoughts other than the lust these young lads had aroused in me. The one with the camera who had come first in my mouth was now sporting another wonderful erection and as I went to roll off the one beneath me, he asked me to stay kneeling up. He came up behind me and easily slipped his young cock inside my squelchy pussy. Taking hold of my hips, he pulled me back onto him.

I told him to go slowly and enjoy his first fuck and the thought of him being a virgin almost made me come again. As it was, it didn’t take long for me to feel yet another climax building and when the other two knelt either side of me and started to feel my breasts and play with my clit from underneath I knew they were going to make me come again. The one fucking me suddenly pulled my hair, jerking my head up and it was then that I saw that the two brothers had returned and were watching me being fucked. I came straight away and within seconds the lad behind me was emptying his virgin balls into me, to applause from the watching men.

They laughed and said they were glad to see that their lads had been looking after me and came straight over, just assuming that it would be their turn now. I felt powerless to stop them as besiktas escort their big hands pawed my body. They were obviously much more experienced and took their time, feeling me all over, as I remained kneeling. One of the pushed his thumb up into my pussy and began to rub at my g spot, causing me to moan out loud. The bigger one of the two stood up and unzipped himself and pulled out a large erect cock, which looked very menacing from where I was viewing it from underneath.

He pulled me to my feet and lifted me up so that I was virtually sitting on him, with my legs in the crooks of his arms and his hands supporting my bottom. He began to maneuver his cock into my pussy and I felt it being stretched as he eventually got his full length inside me. He then began to bounce me up and down on his cock as the others stood behind and watched. I clung to him with my arms around his neck, feeling his powerful thrusts deep inside my pussy. It was as though I was a featherweight to him as he continued to lift me up and down by my arse cheeks, telling me I had a “fucking tight pussy”.

I heard his brother say ” I can’t resist that” and he told his brother “to keep the little slut still for a moment”. As he approached me from behind, I felt his cock touch my pussy and I thought that he was going to try to push in alongside his brother, but then he began to push his cock against my arse and I immediately knew what they had in mind.

I like anal sex, but I had never been taken this way by two big men at once, never mind in front of an audience. He couldn’t force his way in and I heard him tell one of the lads to get the suntan oil. Next moment I felt this being poured down my bum and first one, then two fingers working into my tight arse. Satisfied that he would now get in, he resumed his efforts with his cock and sure enough I felt my sphincter muscles being forced open as his cock gradually slipped up inside me. The feeling was outrageous as the two of them lifted me up and down and their cocks impaled me simultaneously.

It wasn’t many moments before I was assisting them, driving my self down on their cocks. Again I felt myself start to come and desperately hung on to them as they fucked me mercilessly. My noisy climax seemed to trigger their response and within seconds of each other they came, filling my pussy and anus simultaneously. I clung on as they continued to pump into me and then heard an embarrassing “pop” as the one behind slipped out of my arse.

The bigger of the two them lifted me slowly, telling them to get close up shots as he pulled out. I could already feel semen dribbling out of my arse and he deliberately held me open to allow more to seep out as they took photographs. Then, even more slowly, he lifted me until his cock slipped out of my pussy and their accumulated spunk dribbled out to join the flow from my arse. He held me like that for what seemed like ages as they took more photographs and collectively fingered both of my sore, gaping holes.

Eventually he put me down and they allowed me to gather up my clothes. Surprisingly this was very embarrassing, since they had all fucked me and seen me taking a cock up my arse, but I blushed as I got myself dressed. They gave me back my bike and my camera and kissed me goodbye, saying it had been the best afternoons fishing they had ever had. I cycled off, my sore pussy and wet panties reminding me that in two short hours more men than had fucked me in my entire preceding life. When I look at the photographs they took that day, they still turn me on and although I am often tempted to confess to my husband, I fear he would never understand the simple lust that caused me to be such a slut that day.

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The first day back to school after summer vacation is always filled with a bit of anxiety, infused with both tentativeness and excitement. The beginning of my senior year was no different. I arrived at school and spent some time catching up with people I’d not seen since the end of May, saying hi to friends, and scoping out the handful of new students we invariably get each year. It’s always interesting to see who’s changed over the summer, and to see what the new blood looks like. I had just turned 18 and was looking forward to a year of being at the top of the social structure of the school.

As I made my way through the building I could pick out only a couple of new kids, both of whom appeared significantly younger than me. It seemed as if there was to be no one to get excited over during my last year in high school. That changed when I walked into my new homeroom classroom.

Sitting in the back of the room was a gorgeous, exotic-looking girl I’d not seen before. I couldn’t place her ethnicity, but she definitely stood out in a school with 600 students, all but about a dozen of whom were white. When she noticed I was looking at her, she shot a quick smile my way. I returned the favor.

At 7:30, Mrs. Wilson, our homeroom teacher, made a few announcements and then began taking roll. As she went down the list, she mentioned a name I didn’t recognize; I assumed it was the new girl. When she was done figuring out who was in the right classroom and who wasn’t, she proceeded to introduce the new girl to the class.

“I’d like to introduce Paige to the class. She’s 18 and comes to us from Hawaii. Her parents just moved to the area and she’ll be spending her senior year with us here at Jackson Hole High School. Everyone welcome her to JHHS when you get the chance.”

I turned around and looked at Paige, and had just enough time to think to myself, I certainly will welcome her, when Mrs. Wilson continued…

“Danielle, I’ve assigned you as her mentor since your class schedule is almost identical to hers. Show her around, let her know how things work here, and make sure she gets all her stuff in order.” Our school had a policy of assigning a mentor to new students to ensure their transition into the school was relatively painless and trouble free for them (and the school). I drew the lucky straw on this one, it seemed. “Paige, Danielle has been here for years, and she’s very experienced.” There were a couple of muffled giggles behind me; I rolled my eyes at the immature little fucks.

After sitting through the litany of changed rules and policies for the new school year, it was time to head off to our first class. I hurried back to Paige to introduce myself. “Hi, there. I’m Danielle, or ‘Dani’ as most people know me. It’s very nice to meet you. Welcome to Jackson High, and for that matter welcome to Jackson. Coming from Hawaii to Jackson Hole must be quite the scenery change for you.” Her dark brown eyes were absolutely gorgeous, and she had a smile that would brighten any room. Her lithe figure reminded me of a long-distance runner. I was instantly infatuated.

She extended her hand to meet mine. “Hi, Dani. Thanks for the welcome. It has been quite a culture shock for me, yes. It’s a lot cooler here for sure, and there seems to be a serious lack of beaches,” she said, chuckling.

“Yeah, we got rid of our oceanfront property several million years ago from what I understand,” I said with a wink, making an obscure, but hopefully humorous reference to the geological history of the area. “Our first class is AP English. It’s just two doors down, so let’s head that way.” We left homeroom and headed down the hall to Ms. Craig’s classroom. She’d been teaching English at JHHS since the school opened 10 years ago, and was the only English instructor most of us had known during our entire tenure at the school.

“So what brings your family here to Jackson?”

“My dad is a regional sales manager for an international real estate brokerage firm. He was responsible for the Pacific region, but they promoted him to cover the western U.S. The position is based here in Jackson, so…here we are.”

Over the remaining few minutes before class started, we talked some more about her move. I took out a campus map and explained where everything was, and what she needed to know about navigating the hallways in the building. She had a few questions of her own, and I tried to answer them as best I could. Once we got school minutiae out of the way, I decided to find out more about my new friend.

“Did you have a boyfriend in Hawaii? Or maybe a girlfriend?” I long ago made it a point never to presume heterosexuality in anyone. Paige’s head cocked ever so slightly and she raised an eyebrow. Clearly, she waswas caught off-guard by the nature of my question.

“I had to leave a boyfriend behind, yes. We’d been together escort istanbul for a couple of years, and it’s been…pretty tough.”

“I bet. Wow.” I let it drop at this point. I knew she’d play that question over and over in her head, and I sure didn’t want to depress her by making her think about the friend she’d left behind. Besides, my gaydar wasn’t going off with her at all, so I didn’t sense that she had any real interest in girls. Yet. And I didn’t want to scare her away right after we’d just met.

We had four more classes before lunchtime arrived. “You’re welcome to sit with us at lunch, Paige.”

“Thank you. And thanks for being so welcoming.”

“She’s just checking you out.” Samantha, one of my closest friends, had joined us in the hallway as we walked to the lunchroom. Paige’s confused look spurred Sam to continue. “Dani likes girls. Like, you know, really likes girls. Boys, too, but she’s got a sweet spot for girls.”

Paige turned to look at me. I grinned and continued walking toward the stairwell that led down to the basement where the cafeteria was already bustling with the 200 or so students who packed it at this time of the day. My two cohorts followed me.

We snaked our way through the lunch line, and then headed out to sit at the same table my friends and I had claimed as our own for the past three years, right next to the window overlooking the courtyard. I introduced our new classmate to the rest of my crew, almost all of whom I’d known since our elementary school days.

When we were done with lunch, I took Paige on a tour of the rest of the building. Our earlier conversations had clearly left an impression on her. “So you like girls, huh? Like…sexually?”

“Yes, I do.” I intoned, unapologetically.

She seemed lost in thought for a moment. “You don’t seem…gay.”

“I’m not. Like Sam said, I like boys and girls, both. I’m bisexual.” Semantics aside, I was quite proud of the fact that I fell for the person, and the gender they presented as meant little, if anything to me.

“So you’ve actually had sex with another girl before?”

“That’s kind of a personal question, don’t you think?” I said teasingly. Paige took me seriously, though.

“Oh, damn, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to pry, seriously.”

She’d clearly become comfortable enough with me to ask such an intensely personal question. “Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal, seriously. I was just messing with you.” I giggled, and a look of relief came across her face.

“The answer to your question is yes, though. And it’s fucking incredible.” I silently mouthed the “fucking” in a faux attempt to suggest shame at even mentioning the word. As she’d come to know soon enough, I’m known for my potty mouth.

Paige’s questioning told me a couple of things. First, she wasn’t put off by the idea of lesbian sex, and second, she had at least some latent interest in me. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been asking questions. Noted.

“Is it much different than sex with a guy? I mean, other than the obvious difference?”

I turned to face Paige and moved in closer to her so that our faces were less than a foot apart, primarily so that no one else would hear what I had to say, but I also wanted to see how she’d react to me getting up close and personal with her. It didn’t seem to faze her in the least. “It is different. Girls are softer than guys, they like to kiss and cuddle for hours at a time, and they tend to have a lot more stamina. They smell different. And they have completely different approaches to the physical act of sex. It’s actually hard to explain, really. It’s something that must be experienced to be understood in my opinion.” I let the conversation die at that point and there was a brief moment of silence.

Even though I’d only known her for about five hours, I decided to get a bit bolder. “Have you ever kissed a girl, Paige?”

“That’s kind of a personal question, don’t you think?” Turnabout was fair play it seemed, and though I could see a hint of blush in her face, she was clearly playing the mischievous little minx.

I broke out into a huge grin. “Touche. Well done.” Clearly, she was going to be fun to spar with it seemed.

“I have, actually. I’ve made out with a friend, in fact. We were dancing at a party at a club and we both had a bit of alcohol in us. We got really close dancing and we both just kind of leaned in and kissed each other. When we got home we were still a bit buzzed so we made out. But that was it. It never went any further, and we’ve never talked about it since.” I noticed her eyes had shifted their focus from my eyes to my lips, a sure sign that she was at least wondering what it’d be like to kiss me.

“That’s too bad.”

“What, that it never went any further?”

“Well, yeah, that, too, but mainly that you never talked escort bayan about it again.” My comment seemed to genuinely befuddle Paige. “So do you think you have any interest in actually being with a girl?”

“Oh, my gosh, Samantha was right wasn’t she?” The grin returned to Paige’s face.

I just smiled and pointed down the hallway. “Your next class is in the room at the last door on the left, just before the stairwell there. You’ll have to brave Calculus on your own, sadly. But Mr. Hobart is one of the coolest teachers in the school. You’ll like him. I have study hall next period, and then I’m headed home, so I guess I’ll…see you tomorrow morning.” I paused for a second. “Give me your phone.”

She handed me her phone and I entered my cell number and hit the SEND button, then quickly canceled the call. “There. You have my number. If you need anything, anything at all, if you get lost in the building, or whatever, feel free to call me.” I handed the phone back to her, turned around and walked to study hall in the band room. When the dismissal rang 45 minutes later, I headed out to my car and drove home, congratulating myself on not having made a move too quickly. Paige was intelligent, witty, had a great sense of humor, and seemed rather outgoing. And she wasn’t afraid to come right back at you if you teased her about something. Exactly my type of girl.

Tuesday morning I got to school a bit late, but in plenty of time to get to homeroom before the late bell rang. I wanted to sit by Paige, but the seat next to her was taken. I asked the guy sitting there to swap seats with me, and he agreed. Reluctantly, but he did get up and move. He’d probably arrived early specifically so he could get a seat next to the pretty newcomer, too. I hated to burst his bubble, but such is life.

“Good morning. You survived Calculus, it seems.”

“Yes, I did. And you were right, Mr. Hobart is awesome. He makes the class fun, which is hard to do with calculus.”

We discussed a variety of other random things until Mrs. Wilson began taking roll. At one point I put my hand on Paige’s to stress a point in the conversation we were having. She glanced down at our hands and then back at me with a slightly unsure look. I pretended not to notice and let my hand linger for a couple more seconds, then withdrew it and carried on as if nothing had happened. The rest of the day passed without me so much as mentioning anything related to romance or sex. I was going to let her bring it up or wonder if the day before had been merely an anomaly.

Over the next several days, Paige and I began to hang out together after class, and spent long hours in the evening on the phone with one another. We talked about a variety of things: boys, girls, the scenery around Jackson, hiking, school, families, etc. She seemed to be interested in getting closer, but I wasn’t going to rush anything.

I watched her fend off advances from several of the boys, including the captain of the school’s basketball team, widely recognized as the school’s most eligible guy, having been rendered single courtesy of his long-time girlfriend dumping him over the summer for an as yet unknown reason. I took this as a sign that she wanted to see what happened with us before she just jumped into the scene to find a boyfriend, or maybe even another girlfriend. Since she was new, literally every boy that wasn’t attached (and a few who were) was fawning over her vying for attention. All to no avail. And while we had a couple of girls in school who were known to prefer the fairer sex, neither of them would dare approach Paige as long as it was known I was interested in her. And of course, my hanging out with her continuously broadcast that message unambiguously.

When we were together, I began to notice that she’d brush up against me, or her hand would touch mine, all seemingly accidentally during the course of our going about our daily routine. Having done much of this myself in the past, I recognized what she was doing and I was enjoying being on the receiving end of the attention rather than the one doling it out for a change.

There were several times where I had the urge to give in and kiss Paige, but I didn’t want her first serious kiss with another girl to be in the girls’ bathroom, in a musty stairwell, or a hurried “we don’t want to get caught” peck in the hallway. I wanted it to be memorable for her in a positive way, regardless of what eventually transpired between us.

My friends soon began to take notice of the seriousness with which I was pursuing Paige. “Dude, you are crushing hard. I’ve never seen you act like this over anyone before.”

“Is it that obvious, Sam?” If she was bringing it to my attention, it must be pretty noticeable. “She’s just got a certain something about her, a certain kind of sexy innocence that really drives eskort me wild. And when she smiles, it just…makes me melt inside. But you’re right, it is a major crush. I’m still not sure she’d even go for a relationship with another girl, though.” I sighed.

“Well, she hasn’t pushed you away with as close as you’ve gotten to her so far, that’s for sure. And for what it’s worth, I think you two would make an absolutely stunning couple.”

“You really think so?” Sam nodded her head in the affirmative as we pulled into her driveway.

Even my parents, or at least my mother, took note. “I’ve noticed you spending a lot more time on the phone these days. A boy at school piqued your interest?”

I stopped making my ham sandwich just long enough to look up and give her an ever so slight smile, but didn’t say a word.

“Ahh, it’s another girl, isn’t it?” I had come out to my parents the previous year when I had started dating my first real girlfriend. They never seemed bothered by it, and in fact, often liked to tease me. My mother had even confided in me that she had an interest for a woman she met in college, though she never acted on it. She knew where I was coming from.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Do I know her?”

“No. She’s a new kid, her family just moved here from Hawaii. She’s really awesome, though. You’d totally like her I believe.”

“Hawaii? That’s quite a radical change of scenery.” I spent a few minutes giving her the background on Paige and why I was so smitten with her, then finished packing my lunch and went on about my business.

Things continued to progress with Paige. On our third Friday at school, I asked if she’d like to stick around and head over to the football game the school was having with our regional archrival. After checking with her parents, she accepted my offer. We helped several other students decorate the school’s main entrance foyer for the fall until it was time for the game.

As we walked over to the football stadium, talking about dumb, random bullshit, I let my hand fall next to hers, and then slid it down the inside of her wrist and into her hand to interlock our fingers. My heart stopped beating for a few milliseconds while I awaited her reaction. Would she be okay with this or not? If not, I might have destroyed a budding relationship. Just about anyone who’s ever entered into a new relationship knows this feeling. You want to take that next step, but you just don’t know if the person you’re interested in feels the same way. I hate that uncertainty, but wouldn’t trade it for the world. My tummy was so full of butterflies I thought I was going to throw up.

She didn’t pull her hand away. I held it for a brief second, and then brought it up and pretended to be examining her life line. “Looks like you’re in for a long life, if you believe in that sort of thing.”

I felt her turn to look at me, so I turned my face to meet her eyes. Neither of us said a word, but the ear-to-ear smile on her face told me what I needed to know. We started to move into one another to kiss, but the school cheerleading squad came running by with their entourage in tow, interrupting any chance I had of sealing the deal at that point. We continued on to the stadium and my heart resumed its regular rhythm, though the butterflies remained. We spent the entire game joined at the hip. Afterward, I took her home and walked her to the front door.

As we exchanged a bit of good night banter, I noticed again that she kept looking at my mouth. I sensed that if I didn’t take action she was going to, even though that just didn’t seem to be her style. I started playing with her hair, then placed my hands on her hips and leaned in close enough to allow my lips to linger a hair’s breadth from hers, just for a couple of seconds to see if she was going to pull away. She didn’t.

Her scent was intoxicating, erotic. I could easily have spent an hour there breathing her in. When our lips finally met, her kiss was soft but aggressive, and not the least bit tentative. I’ve yet to find anything that gets my juices flowing like that very first kiss with a new lover, especially with someone who’s as into you as you are into them in that very moment. It’s one of the most magical feelings imaginable.

“God, you really know how to kiss,” I whispered as I kissed my way down her cheek. I’d grabbed her hair gently and began kissing my way around the side of her face and behind her ear, my absolute favorite place to be kissed. I’ve never known a girl who didn’t melt when kissed there, and I wanted to leave an impression. Based on the little exhalation of air from her mouth, I think my plan succeeded.

As we stood alone that cool night on her front porch, with just the faint light of the one bulb next to the front door illuminating us, all I could hear was the heartbeat in my chest and the interplay of our breathing patterns as we continued teasing each others’ mouths with our own. At that very moment, there was nothing else in the world except the two of us.

Thus began what would turn out to be an interesting year for the both of us.

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Teresa was an ordinary woman. She had married Nick 7 years ago. Things had been pretty good with them. She was happy with her life. Teresa had a job three days a week at the local bookstore. It didn’t pay real well but it got her out of the house. It also let her do her second favorite thing, read.

Today she felt a little risqué; she wore a one-piece dress that zipped up the front from bottom to top. She wore nothing underneath it.

Since this was the middle of the week, there weren’t any people in the store when she arrived. She took over from Jack and settled in to read one of the books. She was so into her book that she jumped when the door opened.

“Hi, welcome to Ron’s Books,” she said to the beautiful woman coming in the door. “My name’s Teresa. Is there something I can help you with?”

“No thank you. I’m just browsing.”

Well, okay, if you need anything just let me know.”

“I will thanks.”

The woman disappeared into the racks. Teresa went back to reading her book and more or less forgot about the woman.

Teresa began to wonder about the woman after she had been gone for a while. She put down her book and went looking around the store. She didn’t see the woman in any of the racks up front and that only left the small room in back where the adult books were kept. She moved slowly into the small room. As she came around one corner, she saw the woman reading one of the books. Her skirt was up above her waist and Teresa noticed she didn’t have escort istanbul any underwear on either. She must be doing something to herself because Teresa could see her rear end moving forward in time to the movement of her hand. While Teresa watched, she heard the woman breathe harder and noticed the movement of her hand and ass speed up. Suddenly the woman gasped and her whole body shuddered. She continued moving against her hand for a bit and then almost collapsed to the floor as her legs gave way.

Teresa couldn’t believe her eyes. The woman had just hand-fucked herself to an orgasm right in the store. Watching the woman had turned her on. She moved back out of view of the woman and unzipped her dress. She moved her hand inside and started to move it up and down her pussy lips. It felt so good! A gleam came into her eye as she thought of a deliciously wicked thing to do. She unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She walked naked around the corner toward the woman.

“Need some help?”

The woman dropped her skirt and jerked around toward Teresa. “I uh!” was about all she could get out before she noticed Teresa’s nudity.

Teresa continued to walk toward the woman until she was standing next to her. She reached out and rubbed the woman’s tits through her blouse. Her nipples were still standing out from her breasts. Teresa tweaked them and rolled them between her fingers. She took the woman’s hand and moved it to her breast. She seemed to fatih escort recover from her shock and started to tweak Teresa’s nipples.

Teresa moved her hand to the woman’s head and pulled her forward. She licked her lips and tried to force her tongue past the woman’s lips. Her lips parted and Teresa moved her tongue as far in as she could. The woman began to move her tongue past Teresa’s and tried to get it down her throat.

Teresa moved her hands down to the skirt and pushed it down over the woman’s hips. Once it was past the hips, she let it drop to the floor and moved her hand to the crouch. She was still wet from the last orgasm and Teresa’s fingers slid in easily. She moved her finger in and out of the pussy while bringing her thumb up to the clit. The woman began to move against her hand.

Teresa pulled her head away from the woman’s mouth and moved down and up under the blouse. She licked up the flat stomach to the tits and around the luscious mounds of flesh. When she reached the peaks, she took each nipple into her mouth and sucked it as hard as she could.

The woman responded by moving her hand down to Teresa’s bush and began running it up and down the pussy lips. Each time she reached the clit, she would tweak it before she started back down. Teresa’s breathing started to speed up as she moved toward orgasm.

“There’s a recliner back here, let’s go there.”

They moved to the recliner and Teresa pushed the woman bahçelievler escort onto it and laid the chair back as far as it would go. She turned and worked her legs up past the woman’s head and moved down to where she could lick the woman’s pussy. The smell of sex was too much for Teresa and she started licking as fast as she could. She used her hands under the woman’s ass to pull it toward her and tried to stick her tongue in as far as she could. She felt a tongue start licking her pussy and ground it into the woman’s face.

Teresa could feel her orgasm approaching and tried to lick the woman harder. Teresa was so hot that it didn’t take her long to go over the edge. She pulled her mouth away from the woman’s pussy and screamed loudly as her orgasm pulsed through her body. As her orgasm passed, she went back to licking pussy until the woman started bucking beneath her.

After their orgasms passed, they lay in that position until Teresa heard the door open. She jumped up and ran to her dress, jerked it on, and hurriedly zipped it up. She went to the front of the store and left the woman to cover herself.

“Hi, welcome to Ron’s. Can I help you?”

“No thanks,” he said. “Are you okay? You looked flushed.”

“I’m fine. I was in the back of the store and its a little warm back there sometimes. If you need anything, just let me know.”

The woman came to the counter. “I would like these books please.” She laid several books on lesbian sex on the counter.

“Oh, good choice,” she said as she rang them up. “These are very good books. Thank you very much”

“No thank you,” she said as she leaned across and kissed Teresa on the lips.

Teresa smiled as the woman left. She was no longer an ordinary woman especially to the woman bookworm.

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Hi, Madam Lisa here. This is part 4 of my real-life ongoing relationship with my sub. Please read parts 1 – 3 as this will help you follow along. The only thing I have changed are the names. I also do not mention the names of the locations. I sure some of you will be able to figure them out. All I ask is you don’t tell. Thank you for reading my story. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I have. All participants are over 18 and are consenting in their rolls.

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Recap: Sunday was a blast. Sub and I went to the mall and flashed some people. We bought clothes, and fucked the hell of a lucky man. We finished up the day at the lake.

Monday morning time to go back to work. Six a.m. my alarm goes off. Sub does not work until ten, but I wake her anyway. She has errands to do for me. I tell her to make some breakfast as I get ready for work.

I am a professional woman and work downtown in a private office. I am not the big boss, but I work directly under him. I am also in a position to hire and fire those who are in my department. So my being late is not an option.

Sub has been with me for three days now. Yesterday she lost her apartment so she lives with me now. She only has a few work clothes and the slutty stuff I have her wear. I am going to change that soon.

I call a friend who owns a moving truck and talk him into going to get my subs things from her old apartment this morning. Then I call her ex-roommate to let her know what time the movers will be there. Sub and I finish breakfast and clean up the kitchen. I give sub her orders for the day: One, meet with moving men at your old apartment. Wear only booty shorts and white t-shirt to meet the movers. Two pick up roast and salad for dinner. Three, at work no panties and wear plug. Four edge at work three time before lunch and three times after lunch. No cumming. Five drive to and from work topless. Six take and send topless selfie of yourself in back room of the dress shop. Must be done before lunch, Maya can take picture for you if you would like. Seven, meet me at my work for lunch.

“What is your pledge to me?” I ask

“Madam Lisa, This sub will do as you ask without question or hesitation.”

“Good, now I’m off don’t forget to lock up before you leave.” I give sub and long kiss and squeeze her ass. On my way out, I gave her my extra house key.

When I get in my car, I remove my blazer and expose my breasts and drive to work this way. The garage attendant always smiles as I pull in to park my car with my girls out for him to see. I have always wondered why he has never stopped me to get a better look. Maybe I am not his type. I have always wanted him to just bend me over the hood of my car and fuck me right there in the garage. I mean it’s not like I haven’t thought about it.

Now I have to get my head in the game. I have two client meetings this morning and I have to interview people to fill the office assistant position for my boss before lunch. I check my e-mails and get ready for my first meeting. As my day goes on, I got my subs topless selfie, and no surprise Maya is standing next to her, but this time she is dressed. I text sub to invite Maya for supper tonight. She texts later that they will be there right after work.

The client meeting all went as planed and I hired a new office assistant for my boss. It’s now two p.m. and I get a call from the security guard that I have escort bayan a visitor. I tell them to send her up. As soon as sub arrives at my office, I close the door and lower the blinds. I tell sub to strip and I get the lunch I bought for us. We talk about her tasks and I praise her for the selfie. She mentioned Maya caught her edging again and was getting concerned. After we finished eating, I had sub satisfy me. She headed back to work once she bought me to orgasm with her talented tongue.

I was still horny from this afternoons session with sub and I was looking for some relief. I needed some cock and I needed it bad. I had about two hours before quitting time. It was going to be a long two hours if I couldn’t find some cock soon. My position here is not going to make this easy. I find professional men, well men in general, like to talk about their “conquests.” I have personally heard the men around here talk. If I want to keep my reputation, I will have to find another outlet. I would have to leave the building if I wanted to get satisfied. I checked my schedule and saw I had clients the rest of the day. Now I am in a real bind, needing some cock and none to be found. I just tough it out.

By time quitting time came around I could have humped a cactus. I headed straight to the gym to see if I could some beefcake. When I got there, I put on my tennis dress and left off the bra and panties. I found a group of men lifting free weights next to the lat machine. I purposely set the weights to heavy and sat down facing the men. The men immediately stared at me making me blush.

I started my reps and of course I could not lift it at all. My arms were above my head and my breast were trying to slip out the of the top as I pulled down on the bar. As I struggled, I lifted my legs slightly to give them a nice view of my bald pussy. Two of the men came over to “help” me. One of the men lightened the weights and the other had me sit up with my back straight. This allowed the top of my dress to gap open and they could see my breasts. I pulled down on the bar as they instructed and lifted my legs again. This time the first man grabbed my feet and told me to keep them on the ground.

This was going nowhere. If I was going to get laid, I was going to have to take more aggressive action. The next time I tried to pull the bar down I opened my knees giving him a clear view of my pussy. Then, after he quit starring at my crotch, I blew him a kiss. He asked if I would like to join them in the sauna and I agreed. I got my towel and headed to the saunas. The two men followed me like puppies.

I went in the women’s changing room and removed my tennis dress. I wrapped my hair and covered myself with a towel. I met the men in the sauna. We check to make sure the sauna was empty and went in. One of the men turned off the heat as I dropped my towel and knelt down if front of them. They dropped their towels and flipped on the occupied sign. I started to suck their cocks. One of the men picked me up and put me down on all fours on the bench in the center of the room. He took me from behind as I sucked the other one off. When he came, he shot his load all over my back. After I swallowed the other man’s load they switched positions. They had me cumming hard. As I was cumming for the second time the man who was behind me shoved his cock into my backdoor. I must remember this as it made istanbul escort me cum even harder, I almost passed out. After they were finished, I could barely walk. They were spent so I went and took a shower and drove home with a smile.

I was home in plenty of time to start dinner. I lit some scented candles and got dressed. I went with my emerald green dress I had purchased Friday. I added a beige belt., beige three inch open toed pumps, gold chain, earrings and bracelet. I wore my hair in a bun. I did my makeup, smoky eye and pale pink lipstick. I was dressed to impress. I was finishing making dinner as sub and Maya arrived.

As we ate, I was able to find out more about Maya’s relationship with sub. With the wine flowing she began to loosen up and reveal they had been together in high school, but had not been with her since. She said she was happy Karen had found me. She told me she knew Karen was my sub and she had always been a submissive. She was not shocked when she caught sub edging at work, but it was the fact she liked to watch.

After dinner we retired to my living room. I had sub clean up the dinner dishes and kitchen while Maya and I talked more about her wants and desires. When sub had finished cleaning, I had her go take a shower. This gave me more time alone with Maya and more information about her. I started planning on what we would do for the rest of the evening based on what Maya told me.

When sub returned, I had her strip and told her she was to refer to Maya as Madam Maya for the rest of the night. I had her go get us some coffee and cake. After she brought us the coffee and cake I had her sit kneeling between us on the floor. I had her repeat her promise to me in front of Maya.

Sub said timidly “Madam Lisa, this sub will do as you ask without question or hesitation.”

I told her now adding, “This subs body is yours to do with as you see fit. This sub only propose is to please you.”

Sub said “Madam Lisa, this sub will follow your orders without question or hesitation. This sub’s body is yours to do with as you see fit. This sub only propose is to please you.”

I said “Good, now masturbate for us, but do not cum.”

Sub smiled and happily complied. Maya watched as sub took her vibrator and started pleasing herself. I saw Maya unconsciously rubbing her nipples. I got up and walked behind Maya. I placed my hand of top of hers and in a whisper “What would you like to happen next?” Maya answered she would like to see sub cum.

I whispered “Would you like her to make you cum?” She answered, “Definitely.”

I reached down and removed Maya’s top. Maya stood up and continued to remove all of her clothes. I stopped sub and gave her new orders, she was now to make Maya cum. Sub’,s eye lit up and said “Thank you, Madam. I will right away Madam.” I slapped subs ass with my open hand and reminded her she it to say “This sub, not I.” Sub lowered her eyes then started using her tongue on Maya’s clit. Maya laid back and spread her legs to allow sub to properly eat her out. During this I went to the closet and retrieved my basket of toys and warmed up the oil.

When I returned Maya was in the mist of multiple orgasms. I got undressed and put on my strap-on. I plunged it deep into subs waiting pussy. Sub screamed with pleasure. I was able to bring sub to orgasm within a few minutes. Maya looked as if she escort could not take anymore. This would not do as I was just getting started. I got the oil out and had sub give Maya a rub down. I switched pegs to the rippled vibrator one then moved Maya into position. I inserted it slowly at first and then slammed it all the way in making Maya scream with pleasure. I had Maya squirting in no time. I had sub offer Maya her pussy to eat and Maya was happy to accept. Maya made sub cum multiple times. I kept thrusting the peg in and out of Maya until they both passed out. I called Donna to come over for some fun and to bring Fifi.

I woke Maya up by inserting an anal vaginal combination vibrator harness on her and locking it in place with the timed padlocks. I set them for thirty minutes and turned on the vibrators on to low power. I told her what I was doing making sure she was comfortable with this then put on a ball gag on her. I turned her around and cuffed her hands and ankles together and set the padlocks for thirty minutes also. I put clothes pins on her nipples and let her enjoy herself.

I was setting up the sex swing for sub when Donna and Fifi arrived. I had Fifi put sub in the swing and I padlocked her in. Donna asked about the new girl and I explained she was an ex-girlfriend of subs. Maya was having multiple orgasms and pulling against the cuffs as we spoke. I put an anal prob and vibrator into sub and turned them on.

Donna went over to see how Maya was doing. Maya’s eyes were rolled back into her head enjoying herself. Donna removed her gag so she could breathe better. She had Fifi move Maya onto the couch so she was more comfortable. Maya was limp and moaning with pleasure. Donna added another thirty minutes onto the padlocks and came over to help me with sub.

We lowered the swing backrest so sub was lying flat. Donna put on her strap-on and I had sub start licking my pussy. Fifi oiled sub up and Donna thrusted the peg all the way in in one shot. This made sub cum instantly. Sub used her tongue to bring me to orgasm and Donna made sure sub kept cumming. After about twenty minutes sub passed out again.

I went check in Maya. Her timer still had ten minutes to go. She had passed out from exhaustion. I turned off the vibrators. Donna was over on my loveseat playing with Fifi. He was sucking Donna’s strap-on clean.

When Maya’s padlocks timed down, we had Fifi move her to my bedroom. I removed the harness and cuffs. She was exhausted and happy. Maya slowly came around. We cuddled for awhile then I asked if she enjoyed her evening. She said she did. I asked her if she wanted to stay. She said yes. Then I handed her a collar and asked her to pledge her loyalty to me. I told her she is only to refer to me as Madam in private and Ms. Lisa in public. I had her put in the collar and repeat after me.

“Madam Lisa, this sub will follow your orders without question or hesitation. This subs body is yours to do with as you see fit. This sub only propose is to please you.”

Maya said “Madam Lisa, this sub will follow your orders without question or hesitation. This subs body is yours to do with as you see fit. This sub only propose is to please you.”

“Good, I will call you sub two. Now go help Fifi bring sub one in here.” Sub two went in the living room and freed sub one from her restraints. She then asked Donna for permission to have Fifi help get sub one down. Sub one and two came back to my bedroom. I informed sub one she was now sub one and that Maya was now sub two. Then I had them repeat their pledge to me together.

I called Donna and Fifi back to my room and we all went to sleep together.

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Dark haired and beautiful, 19 year old Onyx’s usually stoic face betrayed the amazement she felt as she stared through the darkness at her roommate. Onyx’s green eyes pierced through the night and adjusted to the lack of light as they stared onwards to Tanya’s bed, where whimpers of self-pleasure could be heard. This wasn’t surprising to Onyx; after all, she and Tanya had discussed how important it was to masturbate in order to relieve stress and menstrual cramps. It was normal for them to be able to pleasure themselves in the same room, which they did almost every night.

This night, however, was different.

Instead of simply moaning softly, as Onyx knew Tanya to do, Tanya was instead screaming into a pillow. Sounds of wetness arrived to Onyx’s ears, reassuring her that Tanya was fingering herself quickly and roughly. What was more surprising, however, was what Tanya was saying as she got herself off.

“Onyx,” she’d moan into her pillow, quiet, but not quiet enough for Onyx’s keen hearing. “Eat my pussy, please! Oh, Onyx, yes, yes, yes…” And on it went. Tanya probably thought that Onyx couldn’t hear her, or that she had slept with her headphones on as she did every night. It was only by chance that Onyx had woken up with the desire to go to the bathroom.

Now the dark haired college student felt a tingling between her legs. ‘What the fuck,’ she thought to herself as she continued to train her eyes on her seemingly joyful roommate. ‘I’m not a lesbian. I’m not into girls!’ Onyx panicked as she thought of the way her family had condemned homosexual activities; all of her life she had struggled to be the ‘good girl’ of her clan, and now the sounds of her female roommate going at it were turning her on.

Instead of allowing her sexual fervor to grow, Onyx put her headphones back on, turned over in the other direction, said a few prayers, and went to sleep, all the while promising herself that she would forget all about this and never even think about being with a woman ever again.

It had been a few weeks since Tanya’s lesbian fantasy had overcome escort istanbul her good sense and things were as good as normal between the two best friends. Toting natural white blonde hair and a huge rack, Tanya was one of the ‘man eaters’ of their small community college; she was considered a huge slut and had a reputation for sleeping with everything that moved. Despite that all, however, people still liked her: she was well intentioned, after all, and too bubbly not to love.

Onyx and Tanya had hit it off as soon as they had met, the first being from an ultra conservative Catholic family and the latter being the beach-loving Cali Valley girl. With Tanya, Onyx had discovered a whole new world that contained endless nights of boozing, sex, and weed, a lifestyle she had struggled to balance with her academic life. With Onyx’s help, Tanya was getting moderate grades- a first in her over privileged life- and had a few honest-to-God steady relationships. They had helped each other grow, and each loved the other equally.

Despite the friendly façade that wasn’t a complete farce between the two, Tanya had begun to have feelings for Onyx. It had all started one afternoon when Tanya had come back to their dorm room early from class because of an aching headache. When she had gotten back, Onyx was just getting out of the shower and had stood before her with her dark hair hanging down to her waist and her perky little breasts still dripping with beads of water.

Not to mention the fact that her pussy was completely shaved.

Bare and glistening, Tanya glanced at it for a second and suddenly felt a warmth between her legs. Between apologies to Onyx for barging in this early and explanations about her ailments, she managed to get her clothing off as well so that two minutes later they were both standing in the middle of their room buck-naked. Tanya bit her lip and went up to Onyx.

“Could you give me one of those head scratches so I can maybe get to sleep?” Tanya asked her in the most innocent-please-fuck-me voice she could muster up. The blonde was bayan escort aware of their proximity… just an inch closer and they would be nipple to nipple, skin to skin. Tanya was hungry.

Naïve Onyx, of course, chirped, “Of course!” happy to be of service to her friend. She moved forwards towards Tanya’s bed and their nipples brushed momentarily. Onyx thought nothing of it and sat down, patting the place next to her so that Tanya could put her head there. Tanya willingly lied down and let her head be caressed by her friend’s smooth hands.

From that moment, Tanya had wanted to taste Onyx’s pussy.

This weekend was her opportunity.

A long weekend was coming up and the girls were excited to be able to go to Tanya’s father’s house in Los Angeles. It was going to be vacant but for them and whomever they decided to invite over (wink, wink) and both were excited to get away from the stress of college life for a little while.

After driving for a few hours, they finally arrived at the huge condo. Considering the fact that it had a pool and the weather was steamy, both girls came to the consensus that it would be a fantastic idea to take a dip. Onyx, of course, was merely hot from the heat; Tanya was hot for other reasons.

Once in the pool, the two friends spent a while splashing about and floating quietly and serenely as they felt the stress slowly drain out of them. Seeing Onyx’s body in nothing but a skimpy red bikini Tanya had given her made the blonde’s nipples stand attention. She felt familiar warmth between her legs and decided that it was time to make her move.

Swimming to the edge of the pool, Tanya boosted herself out and began to take her bikini off. Onyx had been turned around admiring the backyard, which was filled with beautiful and expensive exotic flowers arranged in gorgeous and creative designs.

“You know, Tanya,” Onyx said, turning around, “we could definitely do a photo…” The dark haired girl’s voice trailed off as she laid eyes on her now naked roommate who was on her back and caressing her nipples istanbul escort bayan while cooing softly. Her pussy was facing Onyx, and it looked wet.

‘It’s just the pool,’ Onyx thought before clearing her voice and saying, “Uh- Tanya?” She couldn’t get much more out; her voice was shaky and she didn’t know how to react or what to say.

Tanya popped her head up. “What?” she asked in the same innocent-please-fuck-me voice she had used the day of the head massage. “I’m horny, we’re alone here, and it’s my backyard. Plus, it’s a beautiful day to be nude outdoors.” Tanya waited a second for a reaction, but there was none; Onyx was stunned silent. “You can’t tell me you’re not just as horny as I am.”

Onyx was horny. In fact, she was very much so. Tanya’s pink and dripping pussy was just staring her in the face; Onyx had never felt more of an urge to entrap something in her mouth than she had at that moment. She had never been with a woman before and would have never thought she’d be attracted to one.

The fit blonde had gone back to her activities and was moaning a bit louder now. She knew that her audience was enrapt in her self-pleasure and was just waiting for the moment she would crack. Looking up again, Tanya realized, with much satisfaction, that Onyx was staring at her mesmerized, her hand dipped into her bikini bottoms. The top was off.

Sitting up so that her legs still hung off the edge of the pool, Tanya beckoned her over with one finger. As if entranced, Onyx waded towards her and looked up at her friend’s pretty face. All of this was rewarded with a single kiss on the lips, a small peck.

“How did that feel?” Tanya asked. Onyx only stared and boosted herself up next to her friend. They stared at each other for a long moment and then embraced one another; their tongues were dancing around in each other’s mouths. Suddenly, Tanya’s hand moved from its position on Onyx’s cheek and lingered on her breast for a while until she began to pinch Onyx’s sensitive nipples. The dark haired girl moaned into her friend’s mouth as Tanya laid her down. It was time to get what she had pined after for weeks.

Tanya, being the dominator, straddled Onyx; the girl on the bottom felt her friend’s warm, hot pussy slide against her stomach and her need to be touched grew even stronger.

To be continued…

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Nina and Simone: A messy new year!

During an epic after party celebration on New Year’s Day, Nina and Simone got fairly plastered, dancing around having a blast as they partied their way into a new year. The two of them got rather close, moving just out of sight from the dance floor so they could kiss without any unwanted attention, happily embracing one another passionately.

As the night went on, Simone looked to pull Nina away for a while, out of all the noise and bright flashing lights. Once she did, the two of them wondered around the building for a few minutes, eventually coming across a side room that had been left unlocked. They opened the door and peaked inside curiously, discovering a huge room filled with a stockpile of dessert products.

Both quite surprised at first, upon seeing so much in one room, they wondered inside gazing around at the wealth of glorious treats waiting to be opened.

Simone paused for a moment as she glanced at Nina with a naughty grin “Wait a sec, I got an idea!” She giggled, heading back to the door and locking it before turning to face Nina again, holding out her hand and beckoning her over with a finger.

Nina strolled over, her slim body clad with a casual suit, all a dark blue along with a pair of matching high heels. Her suit was open and fairly crumpled from all the dancing. Simone wore a dark pair of jeans, black heels and a low-cut, white flowing top that sat loosely with long frilly sleeves.

Simone reached over for an industrial sized can of whipped cream on the shelf next to them and aimed it at her herself, squeezing the trigger and unloading a thick jet of cream onto her exposed chest, poking it into her bra slightly, starting to fill it up with cool cream as Nina licked her lips just as Simone went to put the can of whipped cream back, Nina grinned “I didn’t say stop…” biting her lip gently as she eagerly watched Simone continue filling her bra up with cream.

Simone’s already sizeable bust grew slowly, the can of cream roaring as it unloaded more whipped cream into her bra. She moved it round to fill out the entire bra. Nina licked some cream off Simone’s exposed chest, stroking her breasts as the can of cream pumped more and more into her bra.

Nina licked Simone longingly, the cream tasting sweet on her tongue. Simone stopped filling her bra and lowered the can to allow Nina to embrace her messy chest. She crept her free hand towards Nina’s posh trousers, prying them open at the top and sliding the nozzle down into her knickers. Nina jumped in surprise slightly as Simone squeezed the trigger, unleashing a thick foamy jet of cream into her underwear.

Nina’s crotch bulged as her knickers filled with cream, gradually spreading out into her trousers. She moaned softly as she licked Simone’s boobs clean, pressing herself against her as the cream spread across the front of her trousers.

“You’re gonna be eating all of that out of their you know…” said Nina with a grin, continuing to kiss and lick Simone’s cream soaked breasts, squeezing at her cream filled bra cups, smooshing it all against her flesh.

“Well duh, it’s not the only thing imma be putting down their though.” Simone giggled. Both of them swaying slightly, the alcohol still working through their system.

“Only if I get to do the same to you!” She laughed, cooing slightly as the vibrations from the can of whipped cream oozing into her trousers teased her cunt. Nina stopped licking Simone’s boobs and they started to kiss, pecking at each other’s lips gently for a while before eventually going in deeper, embracing each other longingly. Once the can of whipped cream cream was empty, Simone threw it aside and reached for the closest thing she could find on the shelf next to them.

Nina smiled as she watched Simone peel open a large chocolate pudding. She pried open her trousers and began pouring the entire thing into Nina’s underwear. Simone bit her lips as she watched Nina coo blissfully. Her posh silky trousers got soaked because of the mess inside her knickers.

“More.” Nina moaned softly. She grabbed another pudding and peeled it open. Just as Simone was about to add it to Nina’s trousers, Nina grabbed the plastic escort bayan tub and tipped it into Simone’s cream filled bra.

Simone gasped as the cold chocolate syrup and sponge pudding oozed onto her tits, trickling down into her bra. After throwing the packaging aside, they began kissing again as they groped each other’s bodies where the mess was gradually spreading down their flesh.

Nina bit her lips as she grabbed a can of whipped cream. She opened her mouth and squeezed some cream onto her tongue, leaning closer to Simone as they kissed, letting her swallow the cream on her tongue. Nina smiled as she poked the nozzle of the large can she was holding down the back of her trousers, squeezing the trigger and sending a huge thick jet of cream into her trousers. Simone placed her hands gently on Nina’s arse as it expanded gradually, whipped cream filling up her knickers rapidly as she held the trigger.

“I never realised you could be so dirty!” Nina giggled drunkenly, gently urging Simone away from the door and further into the room full of sticky treats. The can of whipped cream roared as Nina’s knickers filled, spilling out into her trousers and down her legs as her arse expanded gradually.

“You have no idea how dirty I can be… Or how dirty you’re gonna get!” Simone laughed, kissing again as they leaned against one of the shelves, moaning softly Simone grabbed Nina’s hair playfully, running her hands through her locks as Nina continued to fill herself with whipped cream.

Simone slid off Nina’s blue jacket and kicked it aside, gradually peeling the top half of her clothes off to reveal her clean unspoilt bra and yummy cleavage. She stopped kissing briefly as Simone grabbed more whipped cream, this time poking it into Nina’s bra and unleashing a torrent of cool soft cream into them.

Nina moaned softly as her bust grew visibly larger, her bra filling up with cream. Eventually they kissed again, groping each other’s increasingly sticky bodies. Soon ending up on the floor, Nina straddling Simone as she pulled several cartons of custard off the shelf and put them nearby.

She opened the front of Simone’s jeans and wriggled her hand into her knickers as she began rubbing Simone’s cunt, using her other hand and her teeth to tear open a carton of custard, pouring it straight into Simone’s open jeans, smothering her slit in lukewarm custard, watching as it gradually oozed further into her trousers, pooling around her hips and arse as she lay on the floor, most of it starting to travel down her legs, squelching every time she moved.

Simone moaned softly as Nina teased her, tearing open more custard and quickly adding it to the growing wealth of sticky mess inside Simone’s ruined jeans. She quickly opened yet another carton of custard and began pouring it over Simone’s chest and stomach, proceeding to lick most of it off slowly as she made her way down her body.

The two of them groped each other longingly, their jeans squelching as all the sticky mess inside oozed around, travelling down their thighs slowly. Nina eventually made her way to Simone’s hot, wet and sticky cunt, gazing at it as she continued rubbing, listening to her moan as she crept forward and threatened to delve her tongue in deep, licking the area around her slit, sucking up all the sweet gloop that she’d poured down there moments before.

Simone took deep breaths of the sweet scent the custard, cream and pudding produced, closing her eyes as Nina took the dive, going straight for her clit. A sharp gasp followed a flurry of squirming as Simone cooed loudly.

“Oh, baby!” She moaned, biting her lips as she gasped, feeling her body tingle. Nina worked with her fingers in tandem with her tongue, sucking and rubbing together, tasting both a mixture of Simone’s juices and the sticky goodness she was coated in.

Nina giggled as she kept teasing, keeping Simone drifting between climax and relaxation “You sexy bitch… filthy girl!” She growled playfully, slightly muffled as she tongued Simone happily. Nina undid her trousers, gradually opening herself up, stopping her tongue play and urging Simone to sit up.

“Get you legs over here! Sit nice and close…” pulling istanbul escort Simone closer as they sat across one another, now scissoring each other, Nina grabbed as many sticky goodies as she could reach. Simone immediately caught onto the idea, wasting no time in ripping open as many sticky treats as she could.

“First one to make the other cum wins, right?” Simone said shakily, still feeling an intense rush of horny excitement.

“Yep! The loser gets their jeans filled to the brim with those cream fillers over there! But tied up top and bottom so it’s all stuck inside them!” Nina grinned.

“Hmm. I might lose deliberately then… I like this filling stuff!” Simone giggled, starting to pour multiple puddings and trifles into Nina’s knickers, causing the front of her trousers to bulge massively. Nina did the same in return, filling each other up to the limit before starting to finger each other, working relentlessly to make each other cum.

Staring each other in the eyes and biting their lips, both of them tried suppress moans of elation, the room filled with the sounds of heavy sloshing and squelching as the wealth of mess in their underwear was mashed against their cunts, with soft and repressed coos breaking the repetitive sound of squelching.

Pulling each other closer and kissing, they continued to rub one another, both of them getting very competitive as they crept closer to coming with every stroke. Soft moans of ecstasy continued as they fingered each other, pecking one another’s lips gently. Moments came where they stared each other in the eyes, gazing longingly, breathing deeply as the pleasure steadily got more intense.

Nina gasped sharply, catching a sudden spike of excitement, her cunt weeping slightly as she came close to climaxing. Simone noticed it, trying to find that sweet spot again. She couldn’t take her mind off wanting to strip Nina’s clothes off, pinning her down and eating her out, desperately wanting to see what she tasted like down there.

“I bet you taste good… especially with all that pudding down there.” Said Simone softly, biting Nina’s neck playfully.

Nina moaned “You’re welcome to find out, my dear!” Simone was tempted, but really wanted one of them to get filled with cream first. Then it occurred to her, Nina would taste even nicer with her cunt drenched in cream.

“Oh, I will. Once I’ll filled you with all that cream.” She giggled.

“Well, come on then… Otherwise I’ll make you cum and fill you instead.” Nina grinned. Kissing Simone passionately, holding her throat with her free hand.

The moaning got louder as they both teetered on the verge of coming. Thankfully, the party in the main hall was still loud enough to cover up most of the orgasmic cries. The pair of them peppered in love bites as they teased each other, edging closer to release.

Simone felt Nina tensing up, her organic groaning intensifying as she reached the point of no return. Nina gasped as her pussy bursting with cum, Simone pushed her to the floor gently, continuing to rub her cunt eagerly.

Nina moaned blissfully as Simone made her orgasm last as long as possible, cursing as she got intense second winds. “That’s it, ride it out! Feel it.” Said Simone softly, finishing Nina off.

“Looks like I get to fill you up then! It’ll be fun to watch you bulge in those silky trousers…” said giggled, jumping up and dragging the huge cream fillers over. Whilst Nina lay on the floor recovering, Simone found some tape to seal Nina’s trousers up with.

Poking the filler tubes up the bottom of Nina’s legs, she then wrapped her ankles up with tape, making sure nothing could leak out too easily. Nina moaned softly, watching as Simone prepared her for a superb filling.

Simone squeezed the triggers, starting to unload their contents into Nina’s silky trousers. Nina cooed softly as whipped cream burst from the tubes, quickly spreading up her legs “Oh shit… you’re gonna be fucking huge when these are done.” Simone giggled. Watching as Nina’s legs bulged, the cream bubbling up past her knees. Nina’s trousers visibly rippled as cream oozed up her legs.

By now, most of the room was coated in a sticky residue. escort Both Nina and Simone’s clothes were ruined, their bodies also covered in a sticky layer left by the custard and various puddings. Nina glanced up to see her thighs swelling up, she could feel the soft gooey cream oozing up her legs gradually.

“Nearly there. Just a little more… Let’s make that sweet ass nice a big!” Simone giggled, watching as cream oozed up Nina’s hips, starting to bulk out her arse. Her belt seemed to hold most of it in, including the puddings that were already lining her knickers.

“This feels amazing!” Nina moaned softly “I wonder what else we can use later.”

Simone’s hands started getting tired as she held onto the triggers. With Nina almost full, she kept going. The tape at the bottom of Nina’s trousers leaked slightly, and with the material of her silk trousers now soaking through with cream, Simone was eager to make her cum repeatedly.

When the fillers hissed loudly, Simone let go and leapt on top of Nina, squeezing all the cream stuck inside her massively bulging trousers. Nina gasped as cream oozed over pussy. She went to touch herself when Simone grabbed her arms and pinned them down above her head, grinding against Nina’s crotch as she leaned forward, kissing her gently.

Nina moaned softly, breathing heavily as Simone teased her, holding her down tightly. Simone peppered Nina’s neck and chest with dozens more love bites, grinding against her and making Nina increasingly wet.

Simone grinned as she undid her trousers and pulled them down slightly, soon spinning round and planting her pussy within easy reach for Nina, all while she undid Nina’s trousers and began eating the cream off her pussy, covering Simone’s face in cream as she made her way through it all, her tongue soon finding its way to Nina’s pussy.

Muffled moans grew louder as the pussy teasing continued, getting furiously intense as they got hornier. In those blissful moments, neither of them considered how on Earth they would get out of there later on, given that it totally ruined their clothes, and with various puddings that had leaked all over the floor from their trousers.

****

After a few hours had passed, and the party starting to quiet down, Nina and Simone remained locked away in the storage room munching on one another’s pussies. The music was still just sound enough to mask a lot of their blissful moaning,

Nina cried in ecstasy, her legs twitching as Simone finished her again, having barely come up for air since she started. Nina had been fingering Simone the whole time, occasionally using her tongue to spice things up. Both of them covered in each other’s cum.

Simone had become addicted to the delicious taste of Nina’s pussy, diving back in time and time again for another round. Their bodies flooded with dopamine, which would soon lead to the pair of them becoming doped up and exhausted wrecks, after they had ridden out their intense horny frenzy.

The gasping and cooing continued, along with the sound of slapping flesh and sucking as they as they pleasured each other eagerly. The smell of several puddings stuck in their noses, custard, chocolate and whipped cream. Much of the jelly from the trifles they had used was now all across the floor, as was a fair amount of all the other stuff they had filled their trousers with.

Before long, Simone finally came up for air, taking a deep breath and allowing Nina to keep teasing her for a while. Soon she climbed off of Nina and span around, slumping down by Nina’s side and throwing her arms around her, curling up and sighing happily.

“God, that was fucking intense!” Simone sighed.

“Definitely gonna have to do that again sometime…” Said Nina weakly. It didn’t take long before she struggled to keep her eyes open, their ecstatic frenzy began to fissile out.

Eventually they both curled up together, coated in sticky puddings and cream, totally unfazed by it all as they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

Later that morning, Simone awoke. Having sobered up a little since the party, she saw the mayhem they had unleashed on each other that night. She glanced around “Holy, Shit…” she searched for her phone, hoping there was someone she could call to help rescue them.

With their clothes ruined, and much of the room’s contents now all over the floor or in their trousers, escaping unnoticed would be impossible without help.

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Chapter 14

If there was one thing Alex would never tire of, it was the energy spilling into every facet of the theater on an opening night.

Nights like these made her forget that so many of her days in the office blended together into the mundane.

The week before opening night was always a nightmare with fire drill after fire drill. There was always some kind of disaster she had to deal with. Like last minute program changes because a silent “e” was left off an actor’s name, or somehow someone managed to erase half the lighting cues during tech. But by opening night, most of those details had been ironed out.

Even the press had already been dealt with for the most part. There would be a handful of photographers at the opening night party, but this show was celeb-less so there wouldn’t be many.

The reviewers came to the show during the preview performances, so Alex didn’t even need to worry about them.

Now, an hour from curtain, everything was set and she had just gotten back to the theater after going home to change. She held a large bouquet of flowers in one hand as she knocked on the door to one of the dressing room’s backstage.

Courtney answered the door, with a wide smile on her face, wearing nothing but a simple nude camisole, her hair already done up in pin curls for the wig that would cover them.

“My Princess Charming, at last,” she said as she gleefully grabbed the flowers. “But no quickies before a show,” she added as she pointed a warning finger at Alex.

She moved back into her dressing room and Alex followed, rolling her eyes and kicking the door shut with her foot at the same time.

“That’s such a lie. Don’t forget we have shared more than one dressing room with each other and I have walked in on more than my fair share of you in pre-show quickie mode.”

Alex leaned against the counter across from the one Courtney was occupying. Since the cast for this show was so small, Courtney had this dressing room to herself, but it was made for more than one actor so there was a lot of extra counter space and mirrors.

Courtney sat down at the mirror and pulled out her overflowing make-up kit as she looked over at Alex.

“Is that an offer?”

“No. I just came to say, break a leg. Not, fancy a fuck. Sorry, babe.”

Courtney paused her eyeliner application to give Alex a discerning look through the mirror.

“Too bad, because you’re looking like sex on a stick tonight.”

Alex suddenly looked down and smoothed out her shirt. When she looked back up, Courtney was still looking at her, but now her eyebrow was raised slightly.

“And I assume this look isn’t for me. How is our little model doing?”

Alex knew there was no point lying to Courtney and she didn’t really want to. Her entire body had been vibrating since her pizza date with Quinn and she was anxious with anticipation of seeing the woman again in almost an hour.

They hadn’t texted since their moment by the stage door, which was fine with Alex. At this point she felt like she might say something she’ll regret.

Quinn had a way of making her feel more vulnerable than she was used to and her desire to hear those soft moans come out of the woman’s mouth almost paralyzed her from being any kind of productive human being.

“We kissed,” she muttered. “Twice.”

Courtney spun around on the stool she was sitting on and slapped her hands down on her knees.

“You kissed? Girl. You need to tell me that before I start on my eyeliner,” she said as she waved her hand back to her forgotten make-up kit.

“You get ready. We’ll talk about it later.”

Alex walked over to Courtney and turned her stool around so she was facing the mirror again. She bent down so she was face to face with her friend, staring back at their joined reflection.

“Watching you perform is one of my favorite things. Break a leg, babe.”

Courtney smiled at her friend through the mirror as she picked up her eyeliner again.

“Thanks for the flowers, Blanche. You never forget.”

Alex gave one last quick nod and left the dressing room area so she could head out to the front of the theater. She was expected to greet major donors and stakeholders since her father wouldn’t be there in person.

She could picture him now sitting in his office with his bottle of scotch in front of him, waiting for the opening curtain to take his first sip. It was a silly ritual that he did for each show, but Alex preferred not having to deal with him anyway.

Alex was schmoozing with a board member she could actually tolerate when she saw Quinn sweep into the lobby of the theater. She had to force herself not to audibly gasp at the sight.

The brunette was wearing a silver dress that tightened around her middle and flowed out towards the bottom. Up the side of the dress was a slit that came to her thigh and showed off her shapely legs and smooth skin. Her feet were in black strappy heels that complimented the lines of her legs. She reminded Alex escort atakoy of a Russian figure skater, all long legs, pale skin and striking features.

As warm as Alex felt at that first sight of Quinn, that was how fast her blood ran cold when she spotted the person coming in to stand next to the brunette. Spencer, the woman she last saw ogling Quinn at The Library, was lightly grabbing the corner of Quinn’s elbow and laughing about something in her ear.

Quinn laughed back at whatever Spencer had said. Alex was vaguely aware of the board member still talking as she bore her gaze down on the unsuspecting actresses. Excusing herself with as much elegance as she could, she quickly moved over to the two women.

Quinn saw Alex approaching before Spencer did and Alex felt a rush of satisfaction, and maybe arousal too, at the way Quinn’s eyes raked over her body like Alex was a glass of water she desperately needed.

Alex silently applauded her choice of outfit for tonight. When Quinn reacted so strongly to the suspenders look, Alex decided to forgo the dress she had picked out for tonight in lieu of a custom-made tux.

“Good evening ladies,” Alex said as she leaned in towards Spencer to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

As she leaned into Quinn, she reminded herself she couldn’t just rip the dress off of her right there so to keep the kiss G-rated and firmly on the cheek.

Somehow her lips seemed to hit the side of Quinn’s mouth despite what she had just told herself. Quinn gently squeezed her arm as she leaned back from the peck and Alex gave her a small smile.

“Hey, Alex. You look amazing,” Quinn said as her eyes roamed the blonde’s body again—apparently Quinn’s inner voice was not telling her to be as subtle as Alex’s was.

Spencer, the ever the clueless Casanova, didn’t seem to notice the tension between the other two women and blurted out, “I was just telling Quinn here that her dress is gorgeous. She’s stunning.”

Spencer put her hand on Quinn’s upper arm when she said it and Alex could see Quinn visibly stiffen.

“She certainly is,” Alex said, not even bothering to look at Spencer when she said it.

“If you’ll excuse us, Spencer, I have a few donors I’d like to introduce Quinn to.”

Without even waiting for a response from the other woman, Alex took Quinn’s hand in hers and guided her away to the other side of the lobby where the bar sat. Quinn squeezed her hand as they walked away and seemed more than eager to follow.

The bar area was busy and there wasn’t much space at the counter. Alex used the opportunity to pull Quinn into her so they were closer than they would normally be standing somewhere in public.

“Let me guess, you don’t like people touching your things,” she heard Quinn say low in her ear so only she could hear.

The low vibration and closeness of Quinn’s mouth sent a shiver down her spine. Alex turned her head slightly so she could look into Quinn’s eyes, which held a hint of amusement. She looked down at the lips that just a day ago were wrapped around her own before responding.

“You’re not my plaything, Quinn,” she said seriously.

She then looked away so she could make eye contact with the bartender. He stopped what he was doing and approached immediately, knowing just who Alex was.

“But in general, no I don’t,” she added as she accepted the two flutes the bartender handed over.

Once they had their drinks, Alex motioned for them to move over to the side of the lobby that had fewer people. Alex should have been talking to the donors, directors, and influencers of the crowd, but she found herself drawn to the beautiful woman in silver.

“You really do look beautiful,” Alex said quietly to Quinn as they stood in their private corner.

Quinn looked at her and smiled slowly, “Thank you, Alex.” She looked over the crowd and took a sip of her drink before she added in a whisper, “it was for you.”

They were both quiet for a moment before Quinn turned to her again. “You’ll have to point Janet out to me before we head to dinner. I have no idea what she looks like.”

Alex’s brow furrowed at the mention of “we” and “dinner” and “Janet”. Quinn seemed to notice her confusion, which caused her own brow to furrow.

“She invited me to dinner at her table tonight…I thought you knew,” she said.

Alex’s brow smoothed out as understanding crossed her features. “Oh. No. I didn’t know she invited you. She doesn’t usually invite the artists to her opening night table.”

Quinn continued to look confused. “But I’ll be happy to have you there. These things get really boring sometimes,” Alex said as she smiled sincerely at the brunette.

“Is it weird? That she invited me?”

Alex had never seen Quinn look so self-conscious, but she also knew Mikey usually handled the business side of things for her. And the truth was she didn’t remember Janet ever inviting an actor to the table but the publicist was also a social butterfly and often gravitated towards fame.

Quinn may escort bahcesehir not be famous, but Alex could see her appeal to someone like Janet who made her living on rising the social ladder. Not that she had to try hard with her kind of family money.

“Janet likes to make new connections, so not that weird,” Alex replied as the lights in the lobby started flashing. “Meet me here after the show and we’ll head to the restaurant together.”

“Always bossing me around,” Quinn said as she smiled back.

Alex leaned in so her mouth was close to Quinn’s ear and put her hand on the woman’s lower back.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, Nemo.”

She flashed her a mischievous smile and then turned into the crowd of people making their way to the theater doors. She didn’t look back but could feel Quinn’s lingering gaze on her.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Ever since her first field trip to see a community theater production of Anything Goes when she was in high school, Quinn had loved the theater. But this show was really making her question that.

By the final curtain, she thought she deserved an award for Most Likely to Fall Asleep Yet Didn’t. She was disappointed she hadn’t gotten to see Alex at intermission, but the blonde had told her she was going to the office to make sure everything was set for the party later.

Mainly she wanted to see her so she could feast her eyes on Alex in that tuxedo again. If she had thought the suspenders the other day might kill her, she couldn’t imagine what her pulse felt like when she saw Alex walking towards her in the lobby earlier.

Alex’s outfit choice gave her the perfect distracting fantasies during the boring production she just had to witness. It wasn’t that the performers weren’t amazing, they were, all of them. But the source material was beyond dry. Quinn couldn’t help but worry that if this was the kind of show Horizon was used to producing, her show was going to be a very different detour from that.

As she came up to the spot she had agreed to meet Alex, she could see the other woman standing there already, scrolling through her phone.

If it hadn’t been for the phone in her hand, Quinn thought Alex looked like an early nineteenth century aristocrat with her regal stance, hand on her hip, and looking like she owned the entire theater and maybe every theater in New York City.

There was something so feminine about the delicate features of Alex’s face and the way her nose was lightly sprinkled with freckles that Quinn could only see if she was close enough.

Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a low side bun tonight, which just helped to showcase smooth skin, shining blue eyes, and a full, entirely too kissable mouth.

Standing there in her tuxedo with an air of such seriousness, confidence and power, she looked untouchable. Quinn couldn’t stop herself from thinking that Alex looked like a really hot, more feminine, Mr. Darcy.

As if Alex could hear Quinn’s salacious thoughts, she looked up from her phone and gave the brunette the smile that seemed reserved just for her. She didn’t make Quinn walk up to her, striding to the brunette with determined steps and a wolfish smile.

“Hello again. Ready? We should get there soon so we can head to the party.”

Alex put out her elbow for Quinn to grab, which she did, feeling like she had the sexiest date to a post-opening dinner that may have ever existed in the world of theater.

Chapter 15

“Tell me more about Janet,” Quinn said as they crossed the street to the theater.

She didn’t miss the way Alex pulled her closer to her body the moment they were alone on the street.

“I feel like her name keeps coming up and now she’s invited me to dinner, and I don’t even know who she is.”

Alex gave a low chuckle— the one that made Quinn’s knees feel a little less stable than they should.

“Janet was my mom’s best friend. So I’ve known her, for well, for forever I guess. She’s owns the PR agency that we use for all Horizon shows.”

Quinn scrunched her nose up at that, which made Alex smile before she continued.

“I know, a publicist, right? I feel the same way in general. But Janet is alright. She was always there for my mom and she seems to have a distaste for my dad. Basically, her husband died when she was in her early 20s and she never remarried. He had a bit of a fortune that he left to her and she calls it her ‘play money’. She’s a big patron of the arts and one of our main donors. Every opening I ever go to, Janet is usually there.”

“I didn’t see your father tonight,” Quinn said. “I thought he’d be there.”

“I haven’t known him to ever sit through an opening night. He says its bad luck, the worst luck. He’s pretty serious about it. He sits in his office and starts drinking once the opening curtain rises.”

“He’s had to have seen an opening before though right? What about when you were in shows?”

Alex slowed their walking since they had arrived escort gungoren at the restaurant. It was a small Italian place that was conveniently right next to the restaurant that would host the post-opening party. She turned to Quinn so she could answer her before they were in the restaurant.

“He’s never seen me perform.”

Quinn knew firsthand that pity was the worst emotion to show someone who’s been through something taxing. But in that moment, all she could do was stop her mouth from hanging open. Her wide eyes had a mind of their own though and she knew she couldn’t hide the shock from showing.

A father who had never even saw his daughter in a show? Quinn’s parents may not be perfect, but they were always in attendance when she performed growing up. She couldn’t fathom a father who’s in the arts, just ignoring the talent and passion of his only daughter.

“Alex, what? He’s never seen you perform? But how is that possible?”

Before Alex could answer, Quinn heard a high-pitched squeal come from across the street. A woman who looked like she was in her 60s was striding across the street towards them, the numerous bracelets on her arm and neck, making almost as much noise as she was.

Quinn couldn’t tell what was dress, what was shawl, and what was some other weird fabric contributing to her outfit.

“Darlings! I’m so glad you’re here. Now, I know that was a bore, but no long faces at my dinner,” the woman finished as she finally came within feet of them.

“Janet, always a pleasure,” Alex said as she leaned into kiss Janet on both cheeks.

Quinn noticed Alex already seemed more at ease with this woman than she’d seen her act with anyone other than Courtney.

Janet made a show of dramatically pushing Alex aside so she could turn her attention on Quinn.

“And here she is. Our beautiful fashion victim. The one who’s going to steal all our hearts soon. Hello, Quinn. You look positively stunning.”

This time Janet leaned into Quinn, kissing both her cheeks, and then held the woman’s arms so she could make a show of getting a closer look.

“And you are stunning,” she added before she looked over to Alex with a small smile.

“Thank you, Janet. I’ve heard many things about you, but I’m going to make you guess whether or not they were good,” Quinn laughed back easily.

“Cheeky, cheeky,” Janet replied. “Let’s eat, shall we? That play made me hungrier than an orphan.”

With that she left them in a wake of her overpriced perfume and walked into the restaurant to no doubt claim her reservation.

Alex smiled at Quinn when the brunette rose her eyebrows.

“Yep,” Alex said. “That’s Janet.”

She motioned for Quinn to enter the restaurant in front of her, and Quinn suddenly felt very naked not having Mikey there to buffer for her.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Dinner was more fun and more casual than Quinn expected it to be based on her first impression of Janet. It could also be that she was sitting next to Alex and their thighs were now firmly up against each other’s, sending bolts of warmth straight down south.

She was thrilled to know Alex wanted to maintain as much physical contact as she did tonight. If Janet hadn’t been watching the two of them like a hawk all night, she may have even tried to hold Alex’s hand under the table.

It was nice to see Alex relax more than she ever seemed to in the theater and she and Janet had an easy rapport with each other that can only come with years of history.

She was slightly surprised by how few people there were at the dinner. She had expected a long table with board members and influential theater patrons, but this was far more intimate than that.

At the table sat Janet, Quinn, Alex, and a board member she was introduced to as Tim Delvin. She recognized him since he was the person talking to Alex when she arrived at the theater earlier.

Alex introduced them when they got to the table and described Tim as her “favorite” board member. But Quinn didn’t know Alex well enough to know if that was a tactic of schmoozing with big wigs or if it was actually how the woman felt.

It didn’t take long for Quinn to realize Alex must have been sincere. Tim was funny, charming, passionate about theater and while not a good friend of Alex’s, it was obvious he was someone she respected a lot.

Janet on the other hand was everything Quinn pictured when she thought of a loud, brash New York publicist. She made every question into a production and even the most mundane statement came out as if she was telling you the biggest secret in the world.

She peppered Quinn with question after question as if the actress was the most interesting thing she had met in years. Quinn supposed that was a special talent of Janet’s. After a while of that though, Quinn was completely sick of talking about herself so she attempted to steer the conversation.

“Alex tells me you’re a long-time family friend. Are you from New York?”

“God no. I’m from a very small town in Ohio you’ve never heard of. I met Alex’s mom Peggy when I moved to the city for an internship. Back in the ancient times when the printed press was invented,” she laughed with an easy air of someone who didn’t actually believe she was that old.

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Not so long ago I got a new neighbour, her flat is in the building next to mine and our bedroom windows just a few feet apart. About a week after my old neighbour moved out I first saw her, about 5’5″ with short dark hair cut into a cute pixie like style and wonderful curves. I only saw a glimpse of her though the curtains but I was hooked. Of the next few nights I kept a keen eye out for her, but sadly our paths didn’t cross.

After a couple of weeks I had more or less forgotten about her, after all I’d only seen the briefest glimpse. But then one night as I was just getting ready for bed I went to pull my curtains across and there she was. She was lying on her back on a beautiful four poster bed, completely naked. Her legs were spread and with one hand she massaged her breats and with the other she clamped a pink rabbit style vibrator to her shaved pussy. I was definitely hooked now. My nipples suddenly got very hard and my pussy wet. I let my robe fall open and slid a hand into my lacey knickers. I watched her writhe on the bed while I stroked my cunt moaning softly to myself. I watched her to closely I could tell she was close, her back was arching and her mouth wide with silent groans of pleasure. She had moved the rabbit and slowly inserted it into her pussy, bucking harder as she did so. I pinched at my nipples and rubbed my clit harder as I felt the beginnings of my orgasm start to wash over me. I rubbed harder and moaned loud, all the while my eyes fixed on the beautiful woman escort fındıkzade just 10 feet away. I think we came in unison, her back arched and mouth wide as the rabbit worked it’s magic and me transfixed by her beauty. She lay back against the bed, breathing hard, and pulled the vibrator from her cunt, the raised it to her lips and licked it clean. I moaned and felt my pussy twitch again, already to go again. Then she stood up and walked over to the window, stood there for a moment as she slowly drew the curtains. As she did so her eyes met mine and she gave a little wave. She knew I’d been watching. I waved back and shut my curtains too.

That night I couldn’t sleep, every time I closed my eyes I could she her, legs spread and inviting. I brought myself to orgasm 5 or 6 times, but it wasn’t enough, I wanted her.

When I got up the next morning, groggy from too little sleep and soar from too many orgasms I found a note slipped under my door.

“I enjoyed last night, but I’d enjoy tonight even more if you were are my door at 8.00.

Your new neighbour, Josie”

Just the note got me wet again and wishing the hours away. I could barely concentrate at work that day, checking the clock every two minutes and aching for 8.00pm to come so I could.

Finally it was time, I has dressed in my sexiest lingerie, black lace thong and matching bra. I slipped on some heels and a short black mac. A cliche but a good look. I was outside her door band on 8 escort topkapı dripping with anticipation. She opened the door wearing nothing by a red silk robe which she swiftly dropped on the floor. I did the same with my coat and then looked at her face to face for the first time. She was even more stunning up close. Big green eyes sparkled with anticipation, perfectly tanned with large dark nipples, already hard and begging to be sucked. And of course her completely shaven pussy. She lead me to the bedroom and laid down in the same position as the night before; head back against the pillows and legs spread. “Fuck me!” she purred.

I didn’t need telling twice, I climbed onto the bed and kissed her passionately and then headed south. I need to tasted that pussy. I took a second to breathe in her beautiful heady scent and pink lips before I ran a finger gently over them and then parted them. Breathing her in deeply and then blowing a stream of air on to her clit which quivered in anticipation. Her lips were glistening and her let out a moan, “Please, fuck me…”

As the words came out of her mouth I flicked her clit with the very tip of my tongue and then circled around it. She moaned again. I repeated the movement and then licked the entire length of her cunt, letting the taste of her seep over my tongue. I licked down and back up to her clit and circled it a few more times, slow enough to drive her wild but with just enough pressure too. Her breathing was deeper escort mecidiyeköy and she moaned again. I started to lick her clit harder and faster with my tried and tested method, two licks around the clit, then five flicked up and down it, then licking the length of the her, to catch her juices and the repeat. It was driving her wild. As I felt her respond to my movements I slid a finger into her her dripping pussy. She groaned “More. Fuck me harder. OH GOD!”

I pulled my finger out and slid two back in and began to finger fuck her, while flicking her clit. With each thrust of my fingers her moans grow louder and her cunt wetter. Soon her back was arched and she was screaming with pleasure, her body spasming with pleasure. Once the pleasure subsided she flopped back against the pillows and let out a long sigh. I licked her again, catching the last of her juices and then slid up her body to kiss her.

“That was definitely better then last night! Now let me thank you…”

We kissed again then the moved down to my breasts, reaching to unhook my bra and realise my nipples, which she sucked, rolling them across her mouth until I moaned. Then she ran her tongue down my stomach to my begging pussy.

I spread my legs wide as she parted my lips with her tongue, finding my clit instantly, making me groan. Her tongue moved quickly and I could feel my orgasm building up within seconds,after all I’d been waiting all day for this. Her tongue was hitting all the right spots and I came hard into her mouth, before she’d even started to finger me.

We both lay back against the pillows to recover, kissing, and enjoying the taste of our sex on each others lips. After a few minutes I was ready to go again.

“What now?” I purred in her ear…

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It was a very hot evening in May. I was alone, doing household chores leisurely at home expecting the arrival of my hubby. We had plans to go for shopping and a late night dinner in a cozy restaurant. I had almost finished everything and proceeded to the bathroom for a refreshing bath. Had a nice bath and dabbed perfume to entice my hubby, expecting to have a quickie before going out(he usually falls into the trap).I pulled out a transparent nightgown and changed into it. I was humming a popular song when I heard the doorbell. When I peeped through the peephole, I saw my neighbour’s daughter, a 19-year-old, college student, standing there with some books. I opened the door to let her in. The girl, a very friendly one at that, used to address me ‘sister’ (may be, because of the age difference) and my hubby as ‘uncle’. A pretty, buxom girl, with sharp features and curves, in fact. She used to come to my house quite frequently in some context or other. She used to taste the dishes, especially the South Indian, and compliment me; in exchange, she brought, many times, the delicious items prepared by her mom. She used to compliment me on my appearance and had told my hubby that he is very lucky to have me as his wife. Expecting some sort of such an encounter with her, I let her in and asked what she wanted.

Entering in, immediately she let out a hissing sound and inhaled heavily the perfume lingering in the air and said with a wink, “Wow! Sister — You look so gorgeous in this nightgown. Is Uncle in? Have I disturbed you both? If I had, I’m sorry and I’ll come after some time.”

Hearing this, I blushed and held her hands and pinched her cheeks and said, “You naughty girl, your uncle is not yet home. We have planned to go out shopping and for dinner. I am dressing up for the event.”

She looked a bit disappointed. She told me that she knew that I would be available for the evening and as she had to prepare for her examination and needed my help in that context, she wanted to sneak in for a while but as we are supposed to go out, she was about to return to her home. I apologised to her about my non-availability and asked her if she would like to have some coffee as I planned to have a cup then, she said she would join me for a cup of nice hot coffee. She added that even the coffee that I prepared tasted something extraordinary I went to the kitchen to make coffee, more than that to hide my embarrassment because of her praise she followed to me to the kitchen without stopping even for a while praising me about my looks, my walking style, the way my hips sway when I walk, the firmness of my butts, etc taking the cups of coffee, we proceeded to the living room and sat down on the couch.

She was wearing a short skirt and a loose tops which revealed that she was not wearing anything underneath her low cut tops. Her tits were well formed and the nipples, sharp and thick, are quite visible through her tops. Sipping the coffee, I asked her if the lessons to be completed can wait till the next morning, so that I could help her the next day. She told me that the exams are around the corner and she had already prepared well for it; only a few topics that are somewhat difficult needed my assistance.

When I was about to give her a reply, the telephone rang. I knew it was from my hubby. I picked up the receiver and I immediately blushed because it was from my hubby. He immediately kissed me over the telephone and first apologised for not keeping up the appointment and told me that as he had to meet a client from abroad who had just turned in and because of the meeting which may extend for about more than şişli escort three hours, he said that we could go for shopping the next evening. He suggested me that I need not wait for him for dinner. I sounded too disappointed but told him that’s alright with me and returned the kiss and replaced the receiver on the cradle.

When I returned to the couch, the girl (her name is Vinoo) seemed to be very happy. She told that she happened to overhear the conversation (only the replies given by me) and since the appointment has been cancelled, she asked me whether it would be possible for me to help her out. I told her since my hubby is expected around 11.00 p.m. it will not be a problem for me and I gave a positive response. I invited her to have the dinner with me.

She went out to tell her mom that she would be with me for a while preparing for her exams and she would have dinner at my place. By the time she came back within fifteen minutes, I had made some sandwiches and kept in the freeze the milkshake for dessert.

She came in and sat by the table. When I left the couch to reach the wardrobe to change into a jeans and a t-shirt, she asked me to remain the nightgown and said with an evil grin that she wanted to see me in that attire. She told me that I need not feel embarrassed and again told in a husky tone that my hubby is quite lucky to feast on such an angel. I told to stop the crap and went to the table to assist her in her lessons. She moved by my side and scooped down to point out the lessons in which she had some trouble.

Lo! When she stooped down, I got a clear view of her bouncing tits with the pointed nips and the titillating cleavage. The valley and the mountains did excite me and an urge to touch it started erupting and my heartbeat and pulse rate went rapid. Because of such nervousness, I dropped her book and pen on the floor. She saw me and tried to retrieve the book. In order to hide my feelings, I bent down to floor to pick up the book and the pen I got a nice view of her nice legs and well shaped thighs and to my shock, she wore no panties, and her bushy pussy was clearly visible. I was lost in some deep dense forest.

She was telling something about her lesson which I could not grasp my mind was somewhere else. The previous encounter, my only lesbian encounter that I had in Bangalore few months ago, flashed in my memory and I wanted to experience it again with this girl. But, I was a bit apprehensive being my neighbour, it may even spoil my reputation if she felt offended.

Vinoo shook me by my shoulders and asked me where I was. She told me that she could smell something wrong with me and asked me what the matter was. I hid all my feelings and told her nothing but my hands were shaking and I was a bit nervous. Vinoo somehow discovered my nervousness and the palpitation. She indeed told me that she had discovered my state of nervousness and asked me to just relax. She held my hands for a while, coming too close to me. I felt her tits brush against my cheeks and could not control myself.

I closed my eyes and bit my lips to gain some inner strength to clear all the thought but, to my utter surprise, she started caressing my cheeks and neck tracing her fingers to my lips when I started to stop any further advances from her side, she told me that she had been waiting for such a nice opportunity for quite long and only then she had been showered by the Almighty a blessing so that she could gain an access with my inner self went on blabbering sweet nothings about my physical specialties. I lost my self-control and extended my hands to her to hold; she eskort taksim came very close and gently pecked a kiss on my cheeks and traced her tender fingers on my sweet lips. I did not resist much and I was also in a fire of passion. I responded to her gentle kiss on my lips and returned the kiss. She thanked me for being so responsive and hugged me close to her.

The clock chimed the time was 8.00 p.m. She held me too close and was hugging me with more strength. Her hands were moving freely behind my back tracing their way from the nape to the hips travelling all over my back. she whispered in my ears to be nice to her and love her long pending dreams to come true. I was becoming bolder. I too, having become so hot and horny, started caressing her cheeks and shoulders… my hands started roaming here and there all over her body feeling the curves and mounds Vinoo told me that she had been waiting all along to have such an ‘encounter’ with me, from the day 1 she met me only that day her wish was fulfilled we started passionately kissing each other on the lips, cheeks, neck, bosom….

Vinoo suggested that we should get rid of our clothes and we did. I did not gather enough courage at first but after shedding her clothes, she came forward to remove the nightie from my person we both were stark naked eyes feasting on other’s body Generally, when I and my hubby have sex, invariably, I would be the aggressive one and my hubby used to relax a lot being a passive lover. But, with Vinoo, I let her to be the active one and I remained very much passive. She laid me on the bed and let her tongue travel from my neck to my bosom leaving a trail of saliva. I wanted her to kiss me and to taste her sweet mouth… I pulled her above me and kissed her vigorously on her mouth, pushing my tongue deep in her mouth, licking and biting her lips savouring her sweet lips she pushed her tongue into mine, entangling and kissed me hard on my mouth. I somehow gathered enough courage and let my hands freely wander all over her body, sliding down her back to clutch her butts feeling the soft, warm fleshy mounds, caressing her thighs, all the while kissing and licking her lips and whole face while Vinoo was caressing my fleshy breasts and pinching my pointed nips. Our hips ground against each other trying to smash the other and occasionally, the clits came into contact, making the pussies wet and slippery. I pushed her down and straddled her, started kissing her breasts took one nipple at a time, started munching and biting her hands now groped between my thighs and rested on my pussy caressing my clean strip(I and my hubby always liked it that way) rolling my clit between two fingers and sending electric sparks fly all over my body.

I start hissing, moaning and making all sounds unable to control any further, I take a full turn, licking all over the body from neck, to breasts, stomach, wetting the navel pit with my tongue, leaving a trail of saliva, to her snatch while my pussy is just right above her mouth. Vinoo pulled me down to her mouth, grinding my hips on her face, while I let my tongue slip over the length of her cunt, up to her bunghole Her pussylips are vibrating her hole became so wet, the fluids just started flowing. Both the heads were bobbing up and down on their respective feasts, feasting on the overflowing fluids, occasionally stopping to catch breath and to let out ecstatic moans all the while the hands caressing each other’s limbs, butts, what not I was in a frenzy of lust and passion cumming in gushes sending out streams of sweet creamy cum. Vinoo’s face was covered with my sweet cum. Vinoo too came escort mecidiyeköy in like a well flowing river giving me more than what I wanted to drink We laid side by side having exhausted from the fun we had I could not see her face.. I felt so shy and weak to face her. But, she was so jubilant and slowly winked at me, letting out a satisfying smile. I too smiled, albeit so weakly, at her.

She asked me about the experience and whether I liked it. I told her that I did. She asked my permission to let her use the loo. I too wanted to urinate. She invited me to the loo for some watersports which I readily accepted, we went to the bathroom, urinated on each other with gusto, playing with amber liquid on our bodies, had a little fun there. We then washed ourselves with soap and freshened with dabbing some perfume.

Hugging tightly and holding each other, we moved in to the bedroom once again for some more play which I initiated. Her tongue in my cunt was not enough for me. I went to the fridge and removed a fresh, green, long cucumber (it was almost one foot long and 4-5″ inches thick..) washed and wiped it clean brought it to her and told her that we would fuck each other with the help of the cucumber and we did inserting one end into her, the other end was in my snatch, deep enough our clits came into contact we started humping and pumping all the while brushing our tits and lips kissing on the lips, caressing the nips, butts, fingering the navel, massaging the firm butts, inserting one finger in the bunghole, fingerfucking the ass, exploring all sorts of fantasies and we CAME again violently We slowly got up and had our dinner (of course, without dressing up ourselves) had the milk shake for our dessert, kissed the other’s lips having some milkshake in the mouth, transferring the contents to the other and played with the tits I told Vinoo that it’s high time to get dressed and get ready to receive my hubby as the time was nearing 10.30 p.m. I went to the living room to retrieve my nightie and she followed suit.

She just started wearing her skirt and t-shirt when I heard the screeching of the main gate when I peeped out of the window lifting the screen, I was shocked to see my hubby entering in the portico I was scared. I motioned Vinoo to an utter silence…and directed her to the table.

Vinoo rightly got the message and went to the table and she did something which I never expected I waited for a few seconds to hear the doorbell ring. I deliberately delayed to open the door (if I am asleep, naturally, the delay is justified) and went to the door as if I was walking in sleep. I opened the door to let my hubby in. Immediately on entering the room, he hugged me, kissed me softly on my lips, and told that he was so sorry for canceling the appointment and promised that he would make up the lapse the next day. He continued to tell something and he noticed Vinoo, sleeping on the table on her book kept wide open. He raised his brows and turned towards me. I replied him, “Oh, poor girl her exams are around the corner and she requested me to assist her in her lessons. I helped her to solve some of her problems and she arrived at excellent solutions for very difficult problems. I let her continue with her studies and I had my dinner. I was reading some book and gradually fell asleep… Okay, darling, let me wake her up and send her home.”

My hubby told me not to disturb her, but Vinoo woke up (?) from sleep as if because of a nightmare. She smiled at me and my hubby and apologised for falling asleep. My God what a show it was. I could not believe my eyes she was a talented artist, I must say. She thanked me and my husband, bade good night and went out of my house. I walked with her to the gate to see her off. On the gate, she told me to wait for the next occasion (which, eventually, never came.)Pls do send me your comments…

Lov,Sumi.

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