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I was sitting in the far corner of the reading room inside the Parker Family Mansion, a sprawling one hundred and fifty year old sugar plantation located on the Savannah River, with my older brother Jason and we were doing what we did best, gossip.

Good old fashioned “did ya hear about?” between the two of us, facilitated I was sure by the joint I had pressured him into sharing with me out in the garden, amongst the walled maze of blooming confederate jasmine and majestic, moss covered oaks before coming back inside , to blend in unnoticed into the art auction that had been going on all night.

We sat on the corner of the small bar snickering under our breath just like we had as teenagers , when our parents used to drag us here for parties or functions and our mother would end up berating us about our abhorrent behavior in public, and neither of us caring then or now as we sat telling tall tales.

“How much money, Jordan?” Jason had asked, astonished at my first answer to his question.

“Ten …thousand….” I repeated flatly, not cracking a smile.

” He’s a circuit court judge ….who we’ve known since we were kids , hell he bailed us both outta jams more than once!” he admonished , still thrown by what I had just told him as he watched the old man in the powder blue suit walk across the room .

” Ok…. So he’s a cool old judge with a penchant for escorts and high stakes poker, and he also owes me ten grand.” I smirked at him as I signaled the waiter floating by for another vodka tonic.

“Alright, who else?” he asked laughing at my statement.

I looked around the packed to the gills room, picking my next victim, familiar, well dressed faces littered the crowd , people he and I had known for years either personally, professionally or through our parents and their very active social life .

I zeroed in on Amanda Hayes, beautiful, blonde, angelic, and also just like most of the people in this room, she was hiding a secret. One that I was sure could bring her seemingly good girl image crashing down around her and ruin her perfect family in the process.

The daughter of a well-known , well liked, and very proud Baptist minister here in Savannah, Amanda was the epitome of a preacher’s daughter, dressed down in a pastel blue summer dress that hid her curves well, with her hair back in a ponytail complete with a ribbon matching her dress, and very little makeup.

“Amanda Hayes….. She shoots and stars in amateur porn when she’s away at college.” I said, smiling at his stunned reaction.

” Holy shit Jordan, how could you possibly know that?” he asked curiously, blatantly staring at the attractive young woman.

“Where do you think she got the money for the production equipment ….and she paid me back six months into her first year with interest , she is a smart girl ,very business savvy with just a touch of freak.” I grinned.

We were both giggling about our conversation, laughing like we always did, enjoying one another’s company for the first time in a very long time.

The animosity between us had seemed to subside for the moment, and it felt good to have my brother back even just for a random evening, despite the strain that still lingered we were slowly trying to heal the damage of harsh words and disagreements that had bruised our normally deep bond, over the last year .

“Is there anyone in this town you don’t have dirt on?” he asked curiously as he glanced around the room.

As his new wife Ashley walked slowly up behind us , looming like the predator she seemed to be my demeanor instantly changed and I was quickly on guard , it was no secret that I didn’t like his new bride and made no qualms about it .

“Yes … Your new wife.” I said under my breath, frowning in disappointment as she slithered up next to him, her perfect smile, perfect blonde hair and perfect tits that were spilling out of the little black dress she wore instantly getting under my skin.

“And just what are the two if you talking about?” she asked playfully, all the while her eyes on mine, glaring at me.

You could feel the tension between us, it had been there the minute I had met her and the very moment she first spoke to me a year ago, Ashley Brooks Keller had seemed too perfect, and it had set off my alarm bells instantly.

“The dirty little secrets people try to keep.” I said to the buxom blonde.

“Well I’m sure the room is full of them.” she said sarcastically, tightening her grip on Jason’s arm and clearly putting an end to any fun we were having.

I looked at my brother and smiled before kissing him lightly on the cheek.

“Thanks for hanging out, I’ll see you later.” I said before walking away from the two of them, not wanting to get into a pissing contest with her once again over Jason’s time, or some snippy conversation that I didn’t have time for.

I could hear the two of them as I strolled casually away , bickering as they usually did , her scolding him for being high which was my fault and that would Erenköy Escort lead to them squabbling about me .

I didn’t trust her, I knew very little about her and that was only because Jason had asked me not to check on her background, not to be my normal paranoid self, and I had honored his wish despite how wary I was of her.

They had only been together barely a year now , had gotten married four months into their whirlwind romance , my brother had been reeling from a breakup with Becca of their six year relationship after giving her the ultimatum of him or her involvement with me and our growing illegal empire .

Becca had chosen power and it had crushed him, they no longer spoke and the animosity between them was still fresh and seething. As for him and I, it took months for him to stop blaming me for her choice or to even speak to me and with Ashely around repairing our wounded relationship would be difficult.

I melted easily into the crowd, an eclectic mix of old money and local artists for the art exhibit and auction being put on by Caroline Carson, the curator of The Savannah Museum of Art.

My oldest, deepest addiction had asked me to come, knowing I would never say no to her and was always willing to lend my family name to anything she was doing to raise money or promote local artists.

Catered food, flowing drinks , soft jazz and open checkbooks would be how the evening would go , it was never about the incredible talent Caroline had put together, it was always about who could write the fattest check and outdo one another in bidding and bragging rights.

I moved through the growing crowd giving polite hellos, and agreeing to drinks or a meeting here or there, but really needing some air as I worked my way through the main dining hall and out onto the rear patio through the glass french doors, the warm June breeze felt good against my cool skin.

Looking down at my Movado watch, it was only nine p.m. and it would be another hour until the auction began, and I was beginning to feel restless.

I stood quietly in the darkness for a moment letting the buzz I felt sink in a bit more, and wondering if I would see Rachael tonight?

I had been back almost two weeks from South Beach and had only seen my brunette banker twice since rekindling our affair and both of those times Becca had been with me. I wasn’t sure which was worse, choosing not to have Rachael Harris when I could or choosing to have her and not having any time to perpetuate our ongoing affair.

We hadn’t had any time to feed my monster or hers, our lives being too busy to give in to our own selfish needs, and quick whispers of need and want were not satisfying either of us.

My little monster was beginning to get impatient, and I decided to go looking for a fix, something to curb the gnawing need, something to entertain it for the time being until I could properly feed it .

I had lost Becca once we arrived; she was always networking no matter where we were or what we were doing it was business first with her, she had agreed to come with me despite knowing she may see Jason.

I walked slowly along the edge of the garden, along the red brick paved walkway, working my way to the side entrance to slip back into the fray of the evening, back into the boring conversations, and arrogant attitudes. As I made my way toward the corner of the enormous ten room antebellum home, I could hear them laughing before I saw them.

Deep, near howling laughter that carried throughout the garden, the soft pale light of the porch lamp shown across them as they stood against the railing of the wrap around porch, sipping on their cocktails and obviously telling tall tales.

Becca Jameson my loyal best friend and partner in crime was standing next to Rachael Harris and Caroline Carson, my newest and longest addictions together in one place, how lucky was I?

My little monster perked up, curious at the sight in front of it, all three women looked stunning dressed impeccably for the evening. Becca was looking gorgeous as usual in an emerald green cocktail dress, which hugged her curves and accentuated her very ample bosom.

Rachael looked ravishing in a black Donna Karan strapless dress, her brunette hair loose and curling around her gorgeous face. My redheaded lover Caroline wore a simple black cocktail dress that dipped enticingly low in the front and even more so in the back, just low enough to see the top of the white G string panties she wore.

The three of them stood their laughing and talking, deep into their conversation and completely unaware of me watching them. I stood quietly taking them in, my eyes on my gorgeous brunette banker and my redheaded lover, watching them interact.

For most people the sight of Caroline and Rachael standing so close would not even peak their interest, or as a lover of both spur the ugly face of jealousy, but I noticed the charge in the air, I honed in on it instantly.

It was the subtle way Caroline Escort Erenköy was touching my brunette lover, as she stood between my oldest addiction and the woman that knew almost everything about me.

A soft touch at the small of Rachael’s back as they stood talking, and the slight way Caroline was slipping her fingers back and forth against the belt at Rachael’s waist.

That simple action would have caused anyone to second guess any lover, but not me and these two women, for me it triggered something entirely different, this feeling coursing through me as I walked slowly toward them was far from jealousy and bordered on a physical need to be consumed by one or both of them.

My best friend had no idea, of the pull these two women had over me, she of course knew of my long standing affair with Caroline but had no idea of the craving I had for the brunette.

One had groomed me, making me addicted to her for years now, and the other was slowly becoming a much needed high for me, a fix I constantly craved and would gladly feed given the opportunity.

“Which story are you telling now?” I asked breaking up their laughter as they all three turned around to face me, smiling at my sudden appearance.

“For once Jordan, it’s not about you it’s about my trip to San Juan last year.” Becca said as she leaned over the railing giving me a face full of delicious cleavage, and smiling playfully at me.

“Good!” I said relieved, smiling as I stepped up onto to the porch joining them.

Both of my lovers took me in from head to toe, their eyes glancing over my body here or there, I had chosen my favorite pair of black Armani pants and a purple silk, scoop neck blouse.

“But… if you like I can tell a Jordan story?” she threatened her grin devilish and infecting.

“Oh please do!” Rachael agreed a bit too enthusiastically, egging my best friend on and smiling triumphantly at me.

“Be my guest!” I said sarcastically, with a wave of my hand and glaring at Rachael for even suggesting it.

I ordered us a round of drinks and sent the fluttering waiter on his way, I leaned against the railing and watched as Becca began to tell her favorite story that involved myself and the wife of a wealthy Texas cattle rancher that I had bought property from some years back .

“The guy must have been sixty at the time, and his wife was what, thirty five?” she asked looking at me for confirmation, as she began the lurid tale.

“Yes, and I was twenty four.” I answered, looking at Caroline who was smiling at the age difference because she knew my penchant for older women had stemmed from years of being her plaything.

“This woman the ex beauty queen and her husband wanted to sell their ranch and move to the Florida Keys, so ever the diligent businesswoman our Jordan here arranged to see the property.” Becca continued, I drifted off not listening.

I knew the story well and turned my attention to Rachael as she listened intently, laughing at Becca’s humorous retelling of one of my tall tales. I stood next to my best friend, laughing at all the right points but fully lost in the idea forming in my head.

My addiction to these two women was coming to life, my skin began to crawl, I was anxious for a hit of my favorite drug. And having them both was becoming a need I would surely fill, as I began to imagine having them both at the same time, I quickly had to look away from my gorgeous brunette banker and my seductive redhead, longtime lover but not before Caroline saw it, she knew me well, knew what I would be thinking and the sly grin across her full red lips said so.

“We had spent the day, taking a look at the property on horseback which I hated mind you and they insisted we stay the night so we could see it in its entire splendor the next day.” Becca continued laying out the tawdry tale, for the two women listening so intently.

I finished my drink and stood there waiting for the story to end, rolling my eyes at her as she embellished.

” We had a lovely dinner of classic Texas bar b que, enjoyed the hospitality, beautiful scenery and amazing heat, it had to be well into the hundreds even at ten o’clock at night ….anyway.” she paused looking at me for agreement.

I nodded and she continued, weaving her tale.

“We slept in the guest house that evening , despite the oppressive heat and the last thing I remember before dozing off around midnight was Jordan telling me she was going for a swim because she couldn’t sleep.” she added with a roll of her eyes at me.

“What …I couldn’t sleep!” I admonished, throwing my hands up in defeat.

” Yea ok …” she continued, ignoring my defense “Anyway I get woken up sometime around two am and I get up to check on my dear best friend because she couldn’t possibly still be swimming, and I come out of the bedroom stumbling in the dark to find yours truly …” she added with a dramatic pause and a point in my direction.

“On the couch of the one bedroom guesthouse Erenköy Escort Bayan with the beauty queen buried between her legs.” she glared at me, disappointed in my behavior like she always was.

“We did get the property for less than the asking price.” I joked, as the other two women burst out laughing.

“What did she do, knock off ten grand for each orgasm?” Caroline asked with a hearty laugh.

This brought a new round of raucous laughter from my two lovers, and my best friend.

“In my defense yet again, I did turn her down earlier that day when she gave me a tour of the house and you and her old man were haggling over the price!” I said defiantly to Becca.

“I’m sure that just made her pursue you more, I know I would have. “Caroline added, starting another round of laughter.

I felt comfortable for the first time in weeks, my business was thriving both legitimately and illegitimately, I was surrounded by people I trusted and felt completely comfortable with, having a lighthearted moment between a few friends.

It’s funny how that can change in an instant.

I saw my brother walking toward us from behind Becca, a slight frown across his handsome features and as he got closer I realized just how much like our father he was looking these days.

With his goatee and graying at the temples, dark brown hair he was beginning to look more and more like our old man the older he got, which was ironic because father and son were total polar opposites.

Becca turned just as he walked up, putting them face to face for the first time since he had gotten married four months ago.

The tension between them was instantly felt, a smoldering anger that quickly flashed in her suddenly stormy, blue eyes, I knew that look, but I wasn’t sure Jason did and I stepped between them as they stared at one another, hateful words threatening to come out at any minute.

“What’s up?” I asked steering him away from the three women, trying to avoid an awkward scenario between him and Becca.

I could see the three women scatter out of the corner of my eye, Becca still not wanting to be near him and the other two not wanting to intrude.

I turned just in time to see Caroline’s hand at the small of Rachael’s back again, guiding her back inside the house and out of my sight for the moment.

I had heard what Jason had asked me, it simply took a minute for it to register because I had been distracted by the two beautiful women.

“You want me to what?” I asked him, not sure I had heard him correctly and I stood there stunned for just a moment waiting for him to repeat himself.

“I think you should let Mitchell go, so Ashley and I can run the restaurant together.” he said again, clearly he was not realizing what he was asking.

I stood there staring at him like he was a stranger, as if he had not grown up in this dysfunctional family of drug traffickers and bootleggers and I could feel the anger welling up in my chest, and threatening to come out.

“Listen to me Jason because I’m only going to say this once… Mitchell Owens will continue to manage the restaurant he is there for one reason and one reason only!” I growled through gritted teeth, trying not to raise my voice at the absurdity of his suggestion.

“She’s my wife, and she should have a place in the family businesses!” he fired back, trying to further his justification of such an idiotic idea.

“She’s a fucking outsider and just because you decided to marry her does not mean she gets a spot instantly… did you forget why I put Mitchell there?” I asked, trying not to shout at him.

“No!” he snarled, angry at me for not giving him what he asked for, and hating the reason why.

“So unless you’re ready to step in to that world with me and pad the books and wash money for me I suggest you drop this ridiculous idea!” I snapped turning and leaving him standing there defeated and angry at me.

I was sure this wasn’t my brother’s idea, but I expected him to be smarter than this, smart enough to keep his new wife out of our business and away from anything I was involved in.

As I bounded up the stairs and entered through the french doors that led to the main ballroom I caught sight of my brother’s new bride and instantly moved in her direction, incredibly angry and intent on telling her what I thought of their idea.

Caroline’s hand on my hip stopped me, holding me in place and getting my instant attention.

“Now, now darling let’s not be rash.” she said, her warm breath against my ear giving me chills as she spoke, her voice taking a calm yet authoritative tone with me.

“Come have a smoke with me and let’s see if we can take your mind off all this sudden drama?” she suggested with a smile, taking my hand and leading me back outside.

The touch of her hand changed the anger I was feeling to one of a pure craving for her, the simple touch reminding me of what I had wanted only minutes ago.

As we walked I caught sight of my brother and the new wife arguing again I was sure over me, and causing one more riff between me and my brother that would at some point have to be repaired.

Once outside I took a deep breath, and continued to let my gorgeous redhead lover lead me by the hand through the darkness and down toward the river.

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Working in a manufacturing plant as the IT person it is either feast or famine when it comes to having something to do. As it turns out since you are so good at what you do, you rarely have any kind of work load and so you can spend time on Tumblr checking out other blogs and satisfying your desire to see tight covered legs and feet. In fact since you work back in the area where the main frames are kept, which is kept cool so they won’t overheat, you always seem to be cold.

You figure out that you could start wearing tights as a way to keep your legs warm and so one day after work you head out to the store and buy a pair of black 30 denier Wolford tights. You figure if you are going to be wearing tights they might as well be well made. After only a couple of days of wearing the first pair, you realize that you absolutely love wearing tights and decide to not only buy several more pairs in different colors, but to also shave your legs.

You are quite content with this routine and love how the tights feel on your shaven legs under your khakis. As you enter your office on Monday, you receive a call from one of the department heads asking you to come to his office and help his new secretary set up her computer. You can’t understand why these management weenies can’t seem to comply with the paperwork requirements, but figure that as people move higher up on the corporate ladder they lose more and more of their common sense. So, you head on over to his area and as you arrive you are greeted by a simply stunning woman sitting at the secretaries desk out side the managers office.

As you look her over, you guess her age to be late thirties maybe early forties. She has auburn hair that hangs down to her shoulders and she is wearing the most exquisite cream colored blouse, which just happens to be showing the outline of her very full bra.

As you approach her desk, the manager comes out of his office and spies you and thanks you for coming on such short notice. It seems that his previous secretary left suddenly on maternity leave due to complications so she didn’t have time to bring the temp up to speed, let alone get her set up in the system. He asks if you wouldn’t mind setting her up and helping her figure out where the main files are for the department.

The first part of his request is a bit of a stretch of your job duties and the last part definitely doesn’t fall in them, but after seeing this lovely lady you can’t think of anything else you would rather do. So, you tell the manager that you will take care of everything. He thanks you and heads off to a staff meeting and tells the temp that after his meeting he will be offsite at a business lunch and won’t be back until tomorrow. He tells her to familiarize herself with the different programs they use and the file locations and be ready to hit the ground running first thing tomorrow morning.

As he leaves, you just slightly shake your head at his less than detailed instructions and his lame motivational speech. As he leaves the area, the temp stands up and holds out her hand and introduces herself as Sonya Dane. You have to really work to keep your mouth from gaping open as you stare at this beautiful woman standing before you in a very short black pencil skirt, pantyhose (or so you assume), and 4″ high heels with open Eminönü Escort toes that reveal she is wearing a bright red nail polish.

You quickly regain your composure and tell her that you are Rob and that you are very pleased to meet her. She gives you a coy smile at your last remark and asks you where you would like to begin. You are still staring at her legs with your mind running wild when she says that, but thankfully keep your mouth shut and merely look up at her and just smile. You then tell her to let you create a new user for her and then you will be able to get her started.

After setting her up in the system, you have her sit down and walk her through how to log on and reset her password. You try not to look, but for some reason as she is typing in her password you could swear that it has the word ‘pantyhose’ in it. You shake your head and figure you were mistaken and proceed to help her navigate around the different file locations.

As the area behind her desk is quite small on several occasions you knees rub against each other and each time it happens you quickly apologize, but she just merely gives you a smile. After several hours you realize that it is lunch time and ask her if she would like to join you. She readily agrees and so you head out to a local eatery and enjoy a very nice lunch while discussing likes and dislikes hobbies, etc. On one occasion you think that she is rubbing her foot up and down your leg, but figure you are imagining it.

As you return to her desk, she asks if you have time to help her with some other things and without hesitation you readily agree. She leads you into the manager’s office and as you stare lustfully at her shapely ass you realize that she is actually wearing a garter belt as you can see the straps that hold the nylons through her skirt. You are trying to see if you can see her panty line when she suddenly whirls on you and catches you in mid stare.

You start to make an excuse when she closes the gap between you and gives you a long hard kiss. As she breaks the kiss to see your reaction all you can do is stare wide eyed at her. She smiles, slips past you and locks the door before returning to you and giving you another kiss. This time she doesn’t let up so quickly and begins to probe your mouth with her tongue.

Your body doesn’t need any more coxing and responds in kind. As you two embrace in deep passionate kisses your hands begin to roam over her back side, squeezing her ass cheeks. As you continue to grope her you suddenly feel her run her hands down your back and grab your ass and squeeze. Your semi hard cock gives a little jump when she does that and you can feel her grind her pelvis into you in response. As you come up for air she quickly begins to unbuckle your belt and unbutton your pants.

As they slide down your tight covered legs you realize what you have on and stiffen in anticipation of her negative response. Instead she just begins to unbutton your shirt and rub her hands over your nipples. As you questioningly look down at her she just smiles up at you and tells you that she knew from the start that you were wearing tights based on how your ankles looked when you sat down next to her. She figured since you were willing to wear tights to work, you might also be willing Escort Eminönü to have a little fun.

You can only shake your head in disbelief and just smile at her. While she begins to unbutton her blouse she tells you to take off your shoes and pants and to sit down on the leather couch and enjoy the show. As you sit there in your tights watching this beautiful woman strip for you, you can’t believe your luck. Without any music she begins to remove her blouse and then her bra revealing size 38 C breasts.

She then turns her back on you and sexily removes her skirt, confirming that she is indeed wearing a garter belt and as she spreads her legs and bends at the waist you can see the thin strip of material indicating that she is wearing a thong, which is why you couldn’t discern a panty line.

Once she is down to her garter, nylons, thong and heels she swaggers over to you and straddles your lap so that your tight encased hard on is rubbing against her panty covered pussy. She leans down and gives you a long, passionate kiss and asks if you see anything you like. Without speaking a word you lean down and take her left nipple into your mouth and begin to suck and nibble on it while pinching and tweaking her right nipple with your left hand.

She throws her head back and lets out a deep sexual moan while rubbing her crotch back and forth on your hard on. It isn’t long before you both are grinding into each other pretty good and she stands up lays on the floor beckoning you to join her. You quickly get up and as you lower yourself she tells you to put your tongue to some use and lick her pussy.

You don’t need any more encouragement and position yourself so that your face is in her crotch and your crotch is in her face. As you lower yourself down to her honey pot the smell of sexual desire wafts up to you and you feel intoxicated. You see that her thong is completely soaked and work to pull it off of her. Once exposed you see that her pussy is cleanly shaved except for a small patch located above her slit.

You greedily begin to lick her slit from top to bottom making sure you cover all the nooks and crannies of her outer folds. Once you have completed that task you begin to probe her opening with your tongue and eventually work your way up to her nubbin where you begin to lick and suck on it. You find your rhythm and it isn’t long before she is bucking her groin against your face and thrashing about as her orgasm wracks her body.

Meanwhile, she is licking and rubbing your cock through your tights and after several minutes actually pulls your tights down and off of you. She comments on how sexy your shaved legs look and proceeds to flick her tongue at the tip of your penis. This teasing causes your member to twitch but it doesn’t deter her from licking from the tip to the base of your cock and then spending several minutes sucking on each of your balls before returning to the tip of your penis.

When you think you can’t take anymore of her teasing, she greedily takes your hard on into her mouth and proceeds to swallow every last inch of it until her nose is touching your balls. She then proceeds to slide back and forth on your member working her tongue along the topside and pulling your hips towards her so she can get more and Eminönü Escort Bayan more of you in her mouth. As her orgasm hits, you also feel your balls start to tighten and then blow their load. Without missing a beat she swallows every last drop and continues to suck on your softening cock.

As you lap up her juices you can’t believe what a great day this has been and figure it must come to an end when you feel your dick slip out of her mouth but instead of letting you get up she merely shifts her position and begins to lick along your crack working her way up to your backside. You can’t believe she is doing this and just remain where you are waiting for what might happen next.

Sure enough when she reaches your hole she begins to lick it with long wide strokes of her tongue and then switches to short probing pokes. She continues to probe your hole with her tongue until she is finally able to slip just the tip inside of it. The feeling of being reamed is so incredible that you blow another load all over her chest. You are embarrassed, but that feeling quickly fades as she reaches onto her chest and scoops up your cum and begins to smear it all over your asshole. In fact she even works one of her fingers into it and then replaces it with her tongue and she licks up all of the cum she just placed there.

These ministrations drive you wild and it isn’t long before you start to get hard once again. As she senses you coming back to life she tells you to get up so that you can fill her with your meat and give her something to think about for the rest of the day. You gladly get up and as she stands she leans over the manager’s desk and reaches back and spreads her ass checks putting her pussy on display.

This sight brings you to full attention and you quickly mount her thrusting all the way in on the first stroke. As you hit bottom she lets out a low guttural moan and tells you to fuck her slowly. Having just cum twice you figure you won’t have any problems with that request. You proceed to slowly pull your cock out of her pussy until just the tip is inside and tell her that you want her to beg for it.

She quickly begs for you to fuck her and make her feel like a woman. The heat from her sex is so intense that you can’t hold off and slam your cock back into her and hear her grunt as you do. You then piston in and out of her occasionally changing your angle which causes her to moan and push back against you. Finally, after 30 minutes of pumping in and out of her you feel her start to really push back against you and so you quicken your pace and just as you bury your cock into her you erupt for the third time that afternoon.

As you soften and begin to slip out of her you stand up to let her up off of the desk. As she stands she quickly turns around and squats down and begins to clean up your deflated member while holding her hand down under her pussy. You can’t figure out what she is doing until she brings her hand to her mouth and licks your cum that fell into her hand.

As you look at her in disbelief she just smiles at you and tells you that maybe next time you can have the privilege of cleaning her up. As if in a trance you slowly nod your head. As she finishes she quickly gets dress and tells you to do the same. Once you are both presentable you unlock the door and reenter the office area. As she sits down at her desk she thanks you for all your help and asks if it would be okay for her to ‘cum’ by later on in the week. You readily agree and tell her anytime. As you walk back to your office you hope that this temp will get hired on permanently.

THE END

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I’m 73 years old and thought I had learned a little something over the years but I guess I’ve learned almost nothing about sex. Long ago, in high school, I thought about sex almost all the time. And that’s all I did, I never managed to actually experience it. I have since learned that most of the girls were in the same boat as me and if I had been just a little more enterprising I might have succeeded beyond my wildest expectations.

I was always good in math, really good in algebra. My worst math grades were in my junior year when I was seated next to Anamaria Giotti, the absolutely hottest girl in the school. I couldn’t see her without getting at least the beginnings of a hard-on. She’d sit there, across the narrow aisle, turn very slightly towards me, her left leg still facing forward, her right leg now facing me, with her skirt riding up high enough on her legs that I could just barely glimpse her panties. I lost any ability to concentrate for long periods of time. I always thought she was completely unaware of what she was doing until I talked to her ten years later at a class reunion. She was then the mother of three, happily married, and confided in me that in that class she was trying to turn me on. A couple days she even took her panties off in the rest room before class to try and flash her bare pussy at me just to see what I’d do.

I was floored. It never entered my mind that she was interested in me. I was in athletics but not a star. And I never would have believed she was purposely ‘flashing’ me, even to the point of trying to show me her bare cunt, which I never saw. It’s something I never would have done. In fact, if I had tried to display my cock and balls to her, I could have ended up in huge trouble, maybe in jail. But, as I already said, I have never figured out women. So, I said to her, “I never knew you were doing that on purpose or had any interest in me. What would have happened if I had taken you up on what you were doing? Asked you out on a date and then tried something?”

She grinned at me and replied. “I don’t know. I was awfully interested, really wanted to find out what sex was all about. If you’d made any sort of move, I’d probably have gone along with you as far as you wanted. Our lives might have been very different.”

Truth is, back then I probably wouldn’t have any idea what to do. But she intrigued me. I knew what to do about it by the time I was talking to her at the reunion. I wasn’t married yet but had some sex experience. And she was still a very attractive female, a little heavier but that only accentuated her curves. So I said, “If you still have an interest maybe it’s not too late to do something about it.”

She laughed. A friendly laugh not a mocking one. She reached out and touched my arm and replied, “Gary, I’ve managed to learn what it’s all about, I don’t have to find out any more. Sorry but you’re too late.”

Back then I didn’t know girls ever acted that way. Over time, though, I learned some were even hornier than I was. In fact, I’m fairly sure that I never seduced any of those I had sex with. They all knew they were going to have sex with me way before I knew. And a few actually seduced me. The only one I actually seduced was the one I married and I seduced her with a marriage proposal.

I was married for forty years to “my Marilyn Monroe”, blond and built. We never had wild orgies that lasted all night. I doubt if most people do. From the start I wanted a marriage that lasted, wanted to get long with her. Which included sex. I wanted to be a good lover, not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am that rolled over and went to sleep after raping the wife. We had a nice life together. Kids, grandkids. Holding each other and feeling your bodies intertwining is almost better than actual sex. Sucking on her clit really got her going, although I really liked licking the inside of her vagina better and only moved on to her clit because I learned I needed to.

But she died. Heart attack, no lingering illness. It’s tough after so long but I eventually learned to live with it. So for over a year, I’ve done without sex. Who’s interested in an old man? I figured that was over.

I walk. I’m no body builder but I’m not in bad shape. Healthy. But an old man and aware of it. There are just a lot of aches and pains and inconveniences that Emirgan Escort go with age.

I’m sure I was in a routine. Normal for me to do the same thing, fall into habits. Well into my daily walk I would see this lady sometimes, also walking. Then I began to see her every day. I’d smile and say good morning and she would, too. She’s Chinese or Japanese or something Asian. I’m a lousy judge of age so I had no idea how old she was. She looked in good shape, trim. I assumed she was in her forties or maybe fifties. Our walks were early enough that she could have finished in time to go to work somewhere. Then, after several weeks, we would walk a couple blocks together and talk just a little. I gradually discovered she was older than I thought. A widow. Not as old as me but in her sixties as far as I could tell from the things she said.

Then one day she asked me if I’d like to stop at her place for a cup of coffee. Truth is, it would interfere with my routine and I wanted to say no. Besides, while I hope I’m not bigoted I had no idea what to talk about with a Chinese woman. But I was polite enough to accept her invitation. So I was sitting at a table in her kitchen and she threw me a curve. Made me realize again that I have never truly understood women.

She raised the point about us both having been in long marriages. Then she said that living alone was a big adjustment. I agreed with her.

“Some of my marriage has to just remain pleasant memories,” she said. “I’m sure you feel the same. There’s nothing we can do but go on and be glad we have the memories. But some things are hard to do without, particularly when you don’t want to do without. Mostly sex. Don’t you miss sex, Gary?”

Crap, I wasn’t expecting anything like this. I looked at her. Actually she’s pretty nice looking. Trim, even slender. “Yeah, of course,” was about all I could manage to come up with.

“Just feeling a naked body against me, having someone other than me doing things to me,” she said. “That’s what I really miss.” Then she looked up at me and waited.

My immediate reaction was to get up and run. I’m sure I sat there for a couple minutes before I answered. But as I thought about it, that’s what I missed, too. And she’s actually pretty attractive. Too old to get pregnant and probably doesn’t have any disease. It could be a mutually satisfactory arrangement.

So I said, “I need Viagra, Min.”

She grinned and reached for my hand. “It’s two years old but I have some.”

I guess her husband used it. She went and got it. I looked at the bottle, it was the same dose as I had at home, also now aging. I shook one tablet out, put it in my mouth and sloshed some coffee to help get it down. Then I looked at her and grinned.

“It’ll take a half hour, maybe. Think your clit could stand a half hour of action?”

“Well, we can always find out,” she said as she stood and took my hand and started to lead me to her bedroom.

Maybe we’d be better off at night, in the dark, where we wouldn’t see the sags and wrinkles but we were soon naked, on her bed with the covers thrown way back. In fact, she had a very nice body, as good as many a lot younger than her. I did all the things that always worked for me in the past. Kissing, feeling her butt, sucking on her nipples. Her breasts weren’t as big as my wife’s but were very nice, felt firm and the nipples reacted to my actions. I fingered her while doing this then slid down and got between her legs. She rolled her legs back up towards her shoulders, raising her pussy to me. I noticed gray in her pubic hair. Interesting, didn’t realize it turned gray, too.

When we were first married, my wife and I were both inexperienced. As I mentioned earlier, I had fucked a few girls. But that’s all it was, just fucking them. Basically one night stands that extended to multiple-night stands. No real relationships. And my wife was a virgin. She was also extremely slow to get aroused. More than slow, at first I really couldn’t get her interested. I was used to girls just spreading their legs and inviting you in. My wife was also ticklish, which complicated things even more. I was extremely limited in what I could do. Anyway, after some experimenting, I discovered that licking her pussy truly turned her on. So I ate her every Escort Emirgan time we had sex for forty years. Thousands of times. I had never done it before her but loved it. Loved the tastes, the texture and shape of her vagina as I searched it with my tongue. Loved the reactions it brought in her. With us, it was always just part of foreplay. For actual sex she required that I get my penis into her vagina. A religious thing, I think. So I had to guess at how aroused she was getting so that I could move up and get my dick into her before she orgasmed. Because once she orgasmed, everything was over. She had no interest in any more. Oh, she’d let me pump away until I came but it was obvious she was just doing me a favor.

So, I was interested in eating out Min and went at it with gusto. This time, I knew, I was free to go on tasting her as long as I wanted. Soon she was on her back, her weight pretty much resting on her shoulders, her legs sticking out like a bug turned over, and I was kneeling, holding her butt up, my tongue as far into her as I could get it. And she loved it. She tasted great. Willing but a little dry for a moment, getting juicy fairly quick. I licked up and got my tongue on her clit. She was full of “Yes” and “Oh my” and it was obvious it was working.

“You’re wonderful,” she said, “but can we switch positions?”

I pulled my face back and helped lower her onto the bed and she pulled me down to her and got her arms around me and kissed me. She actually licked my lips, tasting herself on me. I fondled her breasts, slipped down a little to get my mouth to them again, sucking on one nipple and then the other. Then she clambered around and straddled over me and lowered her pussy onto my face. As I licked, she moved her hips to get my mouth and tongue to her clit. I had my hands on her butt, holding her to me because too much movement makes it more difficult for me to keep my mouth to her. Her clit was now swollen more than when we started and as I licked it I slid a finger up into her, then two. I sucked on her clit as I felt around inside her with my fingers. From my limited experience, women don’t last long like this. Maybe it’s age, maybe a long lay off, but she just stayed there and urged me on and on, telling me how good it was.

When she finally had her orgasm, I thought I might actually get hurt. For one, I was flooded. I swallowed some and breathed through my nose to keep from drowning (an exaggeration, I’m sure). Her whole body jumped and jerked, landing full force on my face over and over. Fortunately her bottom was well padded. I got my fingers out and she slid back on me and lay down on top of me and kissed me. She let me know it was absolutely perfect and the first time for her in a couple years.

Then she got this bright eyed look and smiled and asked if I thought the Viagra might be working yet and then said she wanted to find out. The way she fondled my dick and balls and licked and sucked and kissed I’m not sure I even needed Viagra. She was either very good at it or very hungry for it or both.

While I’ve never had any complaints, I don’t have a huge cock like you might see on some porn shots. Probably just average. But the way she was trying to get me down her throat resulted in my having the largest, hardest erection I’d had for some time. It sure felt terrific. She obviously wanted to be doing what she was doing. This was all new to me. My wife never gave me a blow job. We got into a sixty-nine position often and I think she actually had her mouth on my dick at times but just doing enough to keep me hard so we could fuck once she got ready. So having a woman really attack my cock was new to me. And terrific.

Viagra has an advantage or a disadvantage, depending on your viewpoint. If aroused, it lets you get erect, hard. And I was definitely aroused. However, from my experience, sometimes I could fuck what seemed like forever and never cum. My wife would finally be getting no more pleasure out of it and I’d just stop and pull out. This time that worked in my favor because she sucked on me until she said her jaws got tired and then she climbed up on me and sat on me, shoving me up into her. She was pretty tight, tight enough that I could certainly feel my whole cock enveloped.

She sort of rocked back Emirgan Escort Bayan and forth, sliding me in and out of her. I got both hands on her breasts and tweaked her nipples. We were both fairly quiet but she would interject moans and “ohs” and other sounds occasionally. She stared up a lot, enjoying whatever feelings she was having, then would look down at me and smile very happily. I finally pulled her down to me, kissed her and suggested we change positions. I ended up kneeling between her legs, her on all fours, as I slid back into her from the back. I leaned over her slightly and got my fingers on her clit and massaged her as I pushed in and out of her. This has always been a sexy position for me. I get in further or something. Anyway, my cock seemed to get the most action and I figured maybe I could cum this way. And I did. But only after she did again.

We ended up laying on her bed, next to each other, looking at one another with big grins, as we breathed deep from more exercise than we ever got on our walks.

“This may be the best sex I’ve ever had,” I said. She smiled at me and rubbed my butt. “With my wife, once she orgasmed it was over. So this going on and you having several orgasms is new for me.”

She kissed me and held me even tighter. Her whole body was pressed against me. She moved her hips, massaging her pussy on my abdomen just above my cock.

“I’m not sure how Viagra works,” I said. “I don’t know whether I’m going to get it up again or not. But my mouth works and you’re delicious so if it’s o.k. with you, I’d like to get you to another orgasm.”

She spread her legs some, slid down a little and started riding her pussy against my thigh. Pretty forceful. I could feel she was juicy. “Well, I don’t want to deny you anything,” she says and then grins.

So I’m soon in there again, slurping my tongue in her. I have no idea why, I’ve always liked tasting pussy. I used to want to do this to my wife and she didn’t want it. When she was done, she was done. So I enjoyed what I was doing and kept licking and moving my tongue around and then finally licking up to work on her clit. Everything was a little different. Stronger tastes, different tastes, different texture, not as firm but more swollen or something. I realized that I was getting the taste and substance of both me and her. I slurped up everything I could, sucked on her pussy to get almost a mouthful and then slid up over her again and kissed her, trading the contents of my mouth into hers. She was actually sucking on my mouth, my tongue, apparently loving the tastes. Then I got back down and at her pussy again. I was sort of pulling on it with my lips as I slipped two fingers back up into her. It took less time than the first and she was jerking and moaning and emitting lots of fluid. I swallowed all I could.

As I lifted my face out away from her and slid my fingers out of her she almost jumped into a different position to get her mouth and hands to my cock and balls. I don’t know whether to credit Viagra or just the over-sexed situation but I was soon up again. And she was working everything she could on me, as if she was going to swallow my balls, then my cock, then jerking me off with her hand while licking the head. Then everything all over again.

She said that she really needed it in her and soon we were in the missionary position, which we had not tried earlier. I pushed into her and she had her legs on the bed, pushing back, lifting her hips up off the bed as I tried to shove them back down. I always though a guy lasts longer the second time but maybe my first time was artificially extended by the Viagra. I could feel through my whole body that I wasn’t going to last a whole lot longer. Just then, she started almost screaming again and I could feel her stiffening and the juice running onto me, so I shoved as hard as I could into her and just held it as I shot off whatever small amount I had left in me.

Again, we were side by side, exhausted but smiling, I grabbed her hand and held it. “I don’t know how much of this I can take but I can’t imagine a better way to go.”

She rolled over, about three-quarters on top of me, and kissed me. “I’m the one with the bad heart,” she said, “and I’m not worried. All you have is sore knees, that shouldn’t hold you back any.” Then she kissed me again. When did I tell her about sore knees?

Anyway, that was three months ago. I’m not sure we’ve ever topped that first time but we’ve tried. Often. When I got my doctor to renew my Viagra prescription he commented that he thought my wife was dead. My answer was, “Yes, but I’m not.”

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It finally happened. It took a little over two years, but boy was it worth the wait. I’ll get to that in time. First to explain how it all started…

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My name is Dan and when I was 18 a new family moved in on the side of us. Tom and Cindy Ames were middle to late 40’s with two kids. Sam was my age, and his sister Beth was 19 years old. They had trucks coming in stages and would unload them as each one showed up. It took them a few days to finish, and it was kind of funny at times watching them from my bedroom window as they struggled to get the job done. I was sick that week or I would have offered to help. It ended up working out anyway.

Tom, who I later found out was 49 at that time, was short and a little on the heavy side. I remembered him sweating like a pig and being out of breath as they moved furniture and boxes into the house. Cindy, who turned out to be 48 at the time, was the stronger of the two, and she was absolutely stunning. Standing 5’7″ tall, with shoulder length reddish brown hair, she had a body most 25 year olds would kill for. From what I could see, she looked to be perfectly proportioned. She wore tight shirts that were tucked in to snug fitting jeans at a tiny waist, with hips that flared out to an ass I would agonize over for the next two years.

I spent those first few days watching her work on moving things in to that house. Of course I had my cock in my hand for a lot of that time, which is how my obsession with her began. During those first few days I fucked her and did things to her in my mind that I never thought would become a reality. But again, back to the story.

Sam was about my size, 5’9″ and 170 lbs, and he worked as hard as his mom. Beth unfortunately took after her father, and was a short girl and kind of chunky. She didn’t take after her mom that’s for sure. She spent more time sitting on her fat ass watching her mom and brother work than she did helping move things in to the house. She would be a pain in the ass for the next couple of years, but ironically it ended up being a talk about her that eventually helped me get what I wanted in the end.

Sam and I became friends once they got settled in, and truth be told, I would have done anything to get in that house and be around Mrs. Ames. I just thank the good Lord I made friends with Sam, and didn’t have to use Beth to have access to the house. We hung out all the time, played sports, talked about girls and what not, and spent most of our time hanging out at his house. He came over to my house once in a while, but I would always make excuses to hang at his house instead. He never knew the real reason why.

Spending nearly all of our time at Sam’s house was ok with him because my mom was a bitch. My dad left when I was a kid and my mom never stopped bitching about it. She let herself go and didn’t even try to get out there and find another guy. She weighed about 190 lbs. and really didn’t take good care of herself. She spent a lot of her time drinking alone and would end up passed out on the couch, dead to the world. So now you can see why it was no problem staying away from my house, and hanging out at Sam’s most of the time. That was exactly how I wanted it anyway.

Beth turned out to be a bother rather quickly. She liked me. Lucky me. From the first time I met her I could tell she liked me, and she wasn’t shy about saying or doing whatever it took to get that message across to me. When Sam introduced us, she had this big stupid smile on her face, and said “Oh my, your friend is so cute.” I just smiled, shook hands, pulled my hand away and said “Nice to meet you.”

I guess I was what they call a good-looking kid. I was blessed with nice features, a strong chin, and an olive complexion that always made it look like I had a tan. I kept my hair nice and neat, stayed clean and smelling good, and did not have an ounce of fat on me. Hell, I was only 18 years old and burned off any food I ate. I wasn’t gifted in the cock department, but I wasn’t shortchanged either. Fully erect-it measured in at 7.5 inches and had a nice thickness to it that got some complimentary “oh my’s” from the few girls who had been bold enough to touch it and see it so far. I was happy with myself and knew I was a handsome kid. Apparently so did Beth, and it’s too bad she wasn’t someone I wanted to share my good looks with, or I would have taken advantage of that for sure.

Tom met me with a handshake that was so limp and sweaty that it made me want to go wash my hands right away. I just brushed my hand on my pants and then greeted Cindy Ames. I held her warm, smooth hand a little longer than I should have, and said how nice it was to meet her. I tried with all my might to keep eye contact with her and not look down at her amazing tits. She wore a button down shirt and she had a bra on, but the shirt was so tight I thought one of the buttons was going to pop off and hit me in the eye, and I smiled at the thought. She asked me what was so funny, and I said, “Oh, nothing, nothing Eğitim Escort at all, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Ames,” and I got out of there as quickly as I could.

From that day on, every time I was there and Beth was home, she would do her best to get me to notice her. If she was dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt when I arrived, 10 minutes later she would come back down from her bedroom dressed in tight shorts and a button down shirt, sans bra, half the buttons undone, and prance around while Sam and I played video games or watched sports on TV. Sam would bust my balls and tell me how much his sister liked me. I would just laugh it off and tell him I was working on Cathy, a girl we both knew, and I wasn’t interested in his sister. He knew Cathy was hot and understood why I wasn’t going to be doing his sister any time soon.

Mrs. A, or Cindy, was always dressed conservatively when going back and forth to work. She worked in an accountant’s office and her clothes said “married, not trying to show off.” Pant suits or mid-length skirts, or slacks and loose-fit tops to hide her tits. She had that “don’t even try it” look most of the time, just professionally did her job and came home.

Around the house however, she was very casual. Comfortable-fitting shorts and tops, sweat pants a lot, and sometimes no bra. Her tits were not huge, but without a bra on you could tell they were bigger than they looked with the bra on. Every time I was there, and as I said, I was there a LOT, I did my best to come in contact with her any way I could. Bump in to her. Squeeze past her in a door way at the same time on purpose and rub up against her. I’d always say “Oh, I’m sorry Mrs. A, what am I thinking, ladies first,” and step back, but never before getting that contact in first. She probably knew damn well what I was up to, and would always smile and walk past me, occasionally brushing against me too. Maybe she wanted to play this game as much as I did. Who knew? Anyway, she always looked nice, very lady-like in her choice of clothes.

What no one knew was what she wore under those clothes. I knew because a month after they were living there, she had the blinds down in her bedroom, but the slats were open enough so I could see in her window, which fortunately faced my bedroom window. The day after she moved in, I had bought a cheap pair of binoculars from a consignment shop, thinking they might be handy to watch her when she was out in the yard, and hopefully through that same bedroom window.

Her blinds had always been closed that first month, so I never had the chance to see her in her bedroom until that day. That first day I saw her, she had on a matching panty and bra set. It was red, lacy, and very sexy looking. She even had the matching garter to boot! From what I could see through the slats, her tits were very big indeed, and they were supported very nicely in that sexy red bra. I wish I could say I saw her naked that day, but it wasn’t to be. I only caught a glimpse here and there as she passed by the window while getting dressed. It was enough to have me stroking my cock and thinking of fucking her in any way she would allow me. Needless to say it wasn’t long before I was shooting a huge load of hot cum into a dirty t-shirt, the most convenient thing to grab when I had to ejaculate.

This went on for over a year, catching the occasional glimpse of her as she passed by, always in a bra and panties, and only if those damn slats were left open. I’d sit by that window when I knew she was home, just hoping and praying she’d go up to her bedroom and change. I knew her schedule and did my best to catch her. It just didn’t happen enough for me and the waiting was torture.

What compounded my torture was being in their house when she was home, trying to sneak every glance I could at her while fantasizing about the last time I saw her in the window. We got to be very friendly since I was there so much, and she began to treat me like one of her kids. I was always there, and she was very comfortable around me. She no longer had to have her robe all tied up in the mornings, and would sometimes come down in her pajamas, usually those flimsy shorts and a loose top, and once in a while, no robe. The shorts displayed her great legs, and if she bent to load the dishwasher, or reach up in the cupboard for a coffee mug, I’d get a sneak peak at her lovely ass cheeks.

So many times I fantasized about crawling on the floor over to her and reaching up to squeeze those beautiful ass cheeks, and plant a big kiss on each one. I would think of her looking back over her shoulders at me, smiling, and I would lick her ass cheek with my tongue, and she would say “Let me turn around, I have something else for you to lick,” and then BAM, I’d have to snap out of it because she was saying something to me and I had to act like I heard what she said. Good thing she was tired most mornings and I got away with it.

After that first year, things seemed to Escort Eğitim go from bad to worse with Cindy and fat lazy Tom. I would hear them argue more and more frequently, thought they always stopped if they knew we had come in the house. She would complain about wanting to go out dancing, or to a movie, out to eat, something, anything. But most nights she gave up in frustration and would just sit and watch TV with us, then go to bed. Sometimes she would talk to me about Beth, saying how much she liked me and how she thought it was so cute. I always said I had a girlfriend already and couldn’t get involved with her. She would say Beth would be lucky to land a handsome boy like me. I would thank her politely and change the subject.

Little did she know how much I wanted to fuck HER, Cindy, and the heck with Beth. The more I watched porn on the internet, the more I pictured her in every one of them. I wanted her to suck my cock. I wanted to suck and lick and tongue fuck her pussy. I wanted her ass. Hell, I was obsessed and wanted all of her! It was driving me crazy. I was dating Cathy, but she was such a prude. One of the hottest looking chicks in our town and she was saving it for the right one. Great! The most I could get was a hand job while I played with her tits. Most times I’d rather be watching Cindy and stroking my cock, but you take what you can get when you can get it.

Then one morning I was up in my usual spot, hoping to catch a glimpse of my fantasy goddess, when she stepped up to the window and opened those damn blinds. I thought to myself, FINALLY! After almost 14 months she opens the damn blinds. Maybe there is a God after all. Then she just stood there in her baggy pajama top staring out the window. Since the window sill was about mid thigh, I had the feeling she didn’t have the bottoms on because I could see some flesh below the hem of her top.

My cock immediately started to throb, and when she absentmindedly brought her hand up to her shoulder, then slowly let it drop to her tit, giving it a squeeze, I thought I was going to cum right there without having touched my cock yet. I stared in awe as she first caressed her right tit, and then moved to the left one. She then brought her other hand up and squeezed both of them, massaging them with her eyes closed.

By now I was jerking off furiously, imagining those were my hands feeling those tits from behind her as my hard cock pressed between the cheeks of her smoking hot ass. I ached to see them in all their glory, and the thought of them naked made me lose it. Just as I started to cum, she opened her eyes, and I swore she caught me looking at her. But her gaze seemed to go right through my window and past me, and she stepped away and went to get dressed. I backed away from the window and figured I got away with it that time, but must be more careful in the future.

Two days later the blinds opened up, and there she was again, only this time the buttons were all undone on her top. Cindy was obviously not wearing a bra yet, and I could see her powder blue panties covering the pussy that I had been agonizing over for more than a year now. Her top was open enough to show the swell of both her tits, and it was a beautiful sight indeed. As she moved to look out the window I could see them swaying back and forth, and without even realizing it, my cock was in my hand and I was stroking it and silently praying for a full view of those naked tits.

Then it happened. She opened her blouse and grabbed her left tit with her left hand, and lifted it up, as if hefting its weight. Then she started to press on it with her right hand like she was feeling for a lump or something. She did this for several minutes. Then she took the nipple between her thumb and index finger, and started to roll it back and forth, her eyes closed again and her head tilted back. I came right there. Sprays of hot cum were exploding out of my cock, all over the wall under my window, and I didn’t give a shit.

And it stayed hard as I continued to watch her and stroke it. Her eyes were still closed and she was pulling and squeezing and pinching that nipple as her other hand slid down her belly and inside her panties. Her hand was working furiously on her pussy, and right after I came a second time, she stopped and looked behind her. She took her hand out of her panties and pulled her shirt together. It looked like she said something to someone, then turned back and stood there looking out the window. I saw fat ass Tom pass by and hated him for interrupting her session, and intruding on my jerk off moment. Still, I had the feeling there would be more so I vowed to be patient, and went about my day.

For the next nine months or so that’s how it went. At least three times a week she would be in the window, daydreaming, half dressed, and more often than not masturbating in one form or another. I never saw her pussy naked, but she had her hand in those panties so many times, and watching her tease herself Eğitim Escort Bayan or rub herself was almost more that my young heart could take.

I would have died happy from an orgasm while watching her finger her pussy and play with her beautiful tits. My only regret would have been not sampling them in the flesh myself. I doubted that would ever happen and was content with the jerk off sessions and my own live home movie right outside my window.

Mrs. A had a birthday party for me when I turned 20. She knew the situation with my mom and we just had a few friends over and a cake. It was nice and she was especially nice to me that day. Hugging me quite a few times and kissing me on the cheek, saying how she watched me sprout up to be a strapping young man in the last 2 years. I loved every minute of it and hugged her back every time, running my hands up and down her back and touching her as much as I possibly could at every opportunity.

I felt bold after the first couple of hugs, and let my hand go lower down her back than I should have, but I didn’t care. I wanted to see what I could get away with. One time I touched the tops of her firm ass cheeks and she didn’t stop me, so by the last hug of the day my hands were halfway down her ass and she never said a word or stopped me.

Beth on the other hand was too much. She would not stop touching me all day. She pestered me the whole time I was there. “Do you want a drink? Do you want more cake? Can I get you anything?”

“No, no, and no!” I replied every time.

What happened next was unbelievable. She stopped me in the hallway as I came out of the bathroom, where no one could see us, and she grabbed my cock and squeezed it, saying “I know your Girlfriend isn’t giving you what you need. I’ll suck your cock and even let you cum in my mouth, what do you say to that pretty boy?”

I was tempted, what horny young guy wouldn’t be? Believe me, if she wasn’t so fat and dumpy looking I might have taken her up on it. But I just couldn’t go for it. I replied “I really love Cathy and she and I will do everything when we get married.” Hey, it was all I could think of to tell her at the time.

She laughed and said “Any time you want me, just come over.”

“Thanks for the offer,” I said, and went back to the party.

I tried to avoid her and looking back, I was actually kind of rude to her the rest of the day. She ended up going to her room and staying there. I didn’t think anything of it.

A few days later Mrs. A. called and asked if I could stop by. I said I would and headed on over to her house. My mind was racing and I was wondering on the way over if it might have to do with the party, particularly how my hands were all over her ass. It had to do with the party alright. She was disappointed with me for upsetting Beth. Turns out Beth had spent the rest of the day in her room crying and all she would say about it was, “Danny is an asshole and I hate him and never want to see him in this house again.”

Mrs. A. then asked me to explain why Beth was saying that and what did I do to cause it.

“I didn’t do anything Mrs. A.,” I explained. “I don’t know why she is saying that.”

I certainly didn’t want to tell her what Beth said to me, so I sat there, saying nothing. She sat and stared at me as well, waiting.

“Look,” I said, “it’s uncomfortable to talk about. All I will say is I didn’t do or say anything wrong.”

She glared at me and said, “Danny, that’s not going to cut it, and you will not leave here until I get an explanation.”

“You know how she’s always throwing herself at me” I pleaded. “All I did was refuse her and that’s why she is mad at me now.”

She demanded an explanation. “Refuse her how? I want to know exactly what was said between you two.”

So I told her verbatim what was said between us, and how Beth grabbed my cock when she said what she said to me. She sat there looking at me for a while and said, “this is my fault.”

“How is it your fault?” I asked. “Now I want an explanation.”

Mrs. A told me Beth said she really liked me a lot and she didn’t know what to do. So she told Beth to let me know and just “go for it” and see what happens. She added, “I didn’t expect her to say or do THAT!”

She then explained why she told Beth, ” just go for it.” She said she had a cancer scare almost a year ago. Doctors thought there was something in her breast. It turns out it was nothing, but she was so scared until she found out for sure. Then seeing Beth so sad and wondering if she herself may one day have breast cancer, she told her if she wants something to just go for it.

She sat there looking so sad. I moved my chair closer to hers and said “What about you Cindy?” It was the first time I called her by her first name, and she was a little shocked.

“What do you mean?” she asked me.

“I mean why don’t you just go for it,” I said.

She sighed, and then replied, “It’s pretty much too late for me, I’m 50 now, stuck in my marriage, and just letting it take its course. What else is there for me to do now?”

A little voice inside me said take control of this situation and use it to your advantage. So I did. I looked in her eyes and said “You know you want me more than Beth does, don’t you?”

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This story contains femdom, gay conversion, extreme humiliation, BDSM aspects, and frankly, is fairly extreme. If you enjoy it, please check out Power Trip, by wally_west, who inspired this story.

*

The next weekend, Cynthia called her nephew over in the afternoon. It was time to start preparing him for the next phase in her ever growing plans. She knew that Nicholas mind was focused on the massive shift in his place in life and the heaps of gay sex he was constantly having. The link in his mind between shame and arousal, between humiliation and orgasms and all the physical sensations was constantly in his thoughts, which kept him occupied. The two of them enjoyed a pair of joints as they talked about Nicholas most recent week. She noticed he seemed much more comfortable when he talked about sucking cock in general or being on the receiving end of an anal assault. It was becoming normal, and he even mentioned some new prospects at school he was interested in.

Once they finished with the weed, she had him follow her into her bedroom. Nicholas was more than familiar with the room where so much had happened, and quickly noticed several large paper bags by the dresser. Cynthia walked over to her nightstand and asked him to remove his clothes, even his panties as she fished around. This was slightly unnerving for Nicholas, wondering what his aunt had in mind for him, his fear of what might be coming only serving as fuel for his excitement, and he quickly complied.

By the time he was completely disrobed, Cynthia had found what she was looking for, his chastity cage. He was instantly aware of all the orgasms he had this past month, and very much did not want to give them up. Cynthia couldn’t help notice the wariness on his part, laughing softly, “Honey, turn around and look in the mirror.” Nicholas did as requested, remembering the last time he had been ordered to look in that mirror. Remembering how gay he looked, and how embarrassed he had been at the time. From his current point of view, that had been ages ago, a different person.

Cynthia stood next to him, “Well, you definitely look faggy, especially all hairless. But, I’m going to be taking some pictures and video of you. I’m sure you’re getting plenty of offers on Grindr and Craigslist, but I think we can do a little better. You’ve definitely done a very good job of being a good little faggot, so I’m going to help you with the next part.” She said, handing him his chastity cage. “Go ahead, put it on. I certainly don’t need to see it.” Nicholas didn’t know what to expect, he usually was allowed to masturbate in front of her he thought glumly as he slipped it on, locking it in place and giving her back the key. He knew he didn’t need to ask, she would take joy in spelling it out for him.

“You’ve definitely been very homosexual, sucking all those dicks, your little late night adventures. But you’re not just any faggot, you’re a sissy faggot. You really enjoyed your evening with Jake, didn’t you? What did you tell me you liked about it so much?” she quizzed him.

Nicholas found his hands covering his caged penis for some reason and answered “Well, I liked worshipping him.”

Cynthia nodded at him, “That’s right. You really liked having a man to please. You were so excited you blew your load the second you were touched. You’re definitely a sissy! But you don’t much look like one, so we’re going to fix that a bit.” She said, reaching into one of the bags and pulling out some lingerie.

This was completely new to Nicholas personally. He had seen it in porn before, but he hadn’t really given it any thought recently. He wore panties, and he enjoyed it. That’s just how it was. “I’m sure your partners find you a fine fuck, after all I did turn you into what you are… That doesn’t bother you, does it?” she asked.

Nicholas took a moment to respond, chafing at his cage. She knew what she had said would turn him on, and answered, “It doesn’t anymore. Thank you for making me gay.” He said, hoping he would please her enough to let him out today.

For a change, this was not what Cynthia had been expecting. It had been over a month since she had gotten him to admit to his new sexual orientation, and he had never expressed thanks. Was he really thanking her for what she had done? But she knew she had a job to do, even though she wanted to reward him, well…. He’d just be rewarded a different way.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart, I really enjoyed it too. I just love the way that you now adore men and want to please them. Those men are far better than you though, and you might need to put in some effort to let them use you, especially if you’re going to spurt so quickly. Any random boy can be a faggot, but not all can be sissy faggots. For that you really, really need to love men.” She left it hanging.

“I do, I love them.” He whispered the admission quietly.

“Do you, really? Do you like how they make you Esenşehir Escort feel when you can play with their cocks? Did you enjoy sleeping in the man’s arms? Or showing off your tattoo to Jake? You certainly were excited about all the kissing, and licking, right? And all those fuckings, don’t you cum good every time?” Nicholas nodded his head up and down to each question.

She handed him a new pair of panties, “Special made, nephew.” Nicholas took it in his hands. It was a lighter shade of purple, but it had a hole in the front. He slipped them on, tugging them up and over his butt. With some adjusting, he was able to make it so his cock cage slipped through the hole, shining brightly. She rummaged in the bag, pulling out a darker purple mesh garter and stockings, passing those over too.

“When us women want to put on a show for our men, we do stuff like this. And since that’s the space you occupy in their life, I thought it would be a good idea for you to do some of the same things, like dressing up for your man.” She said as he slipped the lingerie on. It took him a while, as he had never worn anything quite like that before. He positioned himself to see as much as possible in the mirror, twisting and adjusting to get things the way were supposed to in his mind.

His aunt lit another joint for them to share, standing beside him. She handed it over, and he inhaled. “See, now isn’t that better? Wouldn’t it make you happy if a boy dressed up for you?” Nicholas exhaled, his eyes somewhat red, nodding, “I guess so.”

Nicholas took in his image in the mirror. While you couldn’t see his tattoo from the front, the silver rings through his nipples were clear, and he had to admit that he did not look half bad in the garter belt and stockings. His eyes lingered on his chastity cage proudly on display through the hole in his panties. He looked at himself in the mirror, fingering the ring in his lower lip as well. For a moment he wondered at the sheer absurdity of what his situation had become. As if he could not reconcile who he had been and who he now was, not as it was being reflected right back into his eyes. His penis was already brushing up against his cage.

“There, isn’t that a bit more like the sissy faggot pornography you enjoy?” she asked, flipping through her phone, finding one of the earliest pictures of she had taken of him, showing it to him. “Remember then?” she chuckled, “Hadn’t even had a cock in you then, and look at you now.”

He did just that. Nicholas had a sort of lopsided smile as he looked at himself in mirror, his cage shifting. Damn, he wanted to play with himself. Even he had to admit he looked like a sissy faggot, twisting sideways trying to catch a glance at his “Faggot” tattoo, but he could barely make out the first letter and part of the color of the fire. “I guess I do look pretty gay.” He ventured.

Cynthia nodded, snapping a quick picture. “Yes, yes you do. Still plenty of work to be done there. But for now, you’re going to have to work on being a better sissy. Remember, pussy isn’t your thing anymore. You like men, and sure lots of casual gay sex is normal for a homo like you, but if you really want to please a man, you’re going to have to do better.”

Over the next half hour or so she taught Nicholas how to pose, how to act more seductively. Pictures of him blowing kisses, just the right angle to tilt his head and smile. Him bent over on all fours proudly displaying his ass, one of him on his back, legs lifted and spread while he pulled on his nipple rings and licked his lips. Part way through, she produced a larger curved dildo with no a pair of balls and a solid case, taking pictures of him sucking on it, running his tongue along it and eventually balls deep in his throat. It was a new sort of erotic to Nicholas, as he could not touch himself yet could not become fully aroused either due to his cage. His head was swimming because of the weed, and he found himself both ashamed and proud at how was starting to enjoy it.

However, Cynthia had no intentions of stopping there. She figured she had many possibilities for the types of gay fetish sex Nicholas would end up with, but she very much wanted to reinforce that her nephew’s place was to actively attract and please men, especially sexually. She wanted him to have to settle for anonymous encounters when what he really wanted was to be used by men, to get the only sexual pleasure he would ever have again come from males.

To that end, she began taking videos of him. She would record him with pouty lips as he asked for a “real man” to let him be their cumdumpster. Another on his knees, mouth open and waiting. She had him get on his hands and knees on the bed, capturing his tattoo on the video as she had him turn back and smile at her. Her personal favorite was when she panned up his body, making sure to capture all of him, his stuffed chastity cage clearly Escort Esenşehir visible, then focusing in on his face as he said “Hi, I’m Nicky. I’d really like it if you used me. I promise to be the little faggot you could hope for. I’ll kiss and suck and lick and fuck, I can give you a lap dance or I’d love to eat your ass.”

It had taken several attempts, as Nicholas stuttered over the words, or pausing for a moment. She paused him for a moment, and had him add at the end that he only got off from pleasing men, and that he’d be locked up until they met. It took many more tries, and as Cynthia insured him that he would indeed be locked away until the following weekend, which both dampened his enthusiasm and caused immense frustration, but in the end, she had quite an appealing set of pictures and videos.

Nicholas eventually sat down on the bed, and she tossed him the dildo as well as some lube. He looked up at her, and she looked back down at him, “What? I wasn’t kidding. You’re locked in there. It’s not like you haven’t had orgasms from having your prostate hammered. If you want to get off this week, that’s how it’s going to happen. You blow your load way too quickly anyways. You’ve been humping away without any care to doing your job properly, so you’re going to have to learn how to really please a man with that boy pussy of yours.”

Nicholas eventually settled lying on his back, propped up by pillows. One hand was wet with lube, coating his plastic friend. She had him pull his panties to one side and use his fingers to awkwardly prepare his hole. “Go on, slide it in there.” And Nicholas began inserting the slick dildo into his ass. He was instantly aware of the difference between it and the real thing. He missed the warmth, the muscular hardness, even as he was barely in.

“I’m going to have such a nice surprise for you next weekend, baby. But until then, it’s anal orgasms only for you. Go ahead, get it in there good.” She said, as Nicholas slowly pushed more of the dildo into his anal passage. His arm kept bumping into his garter and cage as he had to curl up, humiliated. He was used to being able to touch himself, and some of his partners had even reciprocated orally, though none had wanted him to fuck them, and now he was pathetically reduced to needing to diddle himself with plastic while wearing women’s lingerie to get off. His dick throbbed painfully against the cage.

Once it was all the way in, he could feel it pushing into his prostate, even before the balls hit his ass. He shifted his weight, pulling it out a couple of inches before starting to build a slow rhythm. “Use your ass. You can squeeze it, and grind it and lots more. This one can’t throb and pulse, but if it did, the only chance you’re going to have to is to get off before you finish making it soft.”

Nicholas looked down at himself as he pleasured his ass. It was a first for him, and the awkwardness of the situation made it difficult for him. He had gotten so used to having a male partner that this simply felt humiliating, using a dildo to pleasure himself. He had never had or wanted to use a toy back when he was straight. Cynthia continued, “Go on, pump it in there nice and good. It’s their pleasure that matters, and some of them will leave you physically unfulfilled. And that’s OK, you’re a sissy faggot. If a nice, big burly man packs your ass with his cum, even if you get off or not, it’s your job to clean him up and make him happy.”

Nicholas was really having a go at himself, the slick noise getting louder as he pumped his ass with the dildo, filling himself all the way to the base. It felt great when he rubbed it into his prostate, which he was going to need as he couldn’t touch his penis. “Maybe if you do a good enough job, you could get a boyfriend. I don’t think the monogamous life is one for you, and most of your lovers would probably be ashamed to be seen with someone as flamingly homosexual as you are, but who knows? Would you like that? Holding a guy’s hand in public? Being his arm candy? Maybe he’d even kiss you in public. And there’s plenty of clubs that cater to your kind. Doesn’t that make you want to be the prettiest little gay boy?”

Nicholas simply whimpered, tensing with the dildo lodged deep in his ass. He could feel his cum leaking out of his penis, dripping onto his cage, and he just kept wiggling his ass. It wasn’t as satisfying as when he could play with his penis or those rare times when a partner sucked on it, but it was better than nothing. His aunt gave him a knowing smirk. “You do look pretty cute like that, dressed up with a dildo jammed in you and your child sized penis locked away in your cage. I bought plenty of those special panties for you, in some very nice pastels. But, I think I’ll get a picture of you like this too.” She said, grabbing her phone again. “Smile!” she said, and Nicholas was able to muster a full smile, like he Esenşehir Escort Bayan was genuinely happy. Perhaps he was, on some level, she thought. For the camera, it certainly locked that way.

She let him get dressed after, putting his lingerie and new panties in their bags, as well as several tubes of lube and his new dildo. She also tossed in several ounces of marijuana, as she assumed he would be consuming quite a bit this coming week.

Once he was fully dressed, she brought him out to the kitchen. “So, go ahead and keep your class mates pleased. I know there’s not that much time between classes, fitting in a full fuck might be difficult, but don’t let that stop you. If they just want their cocks sucked, go right ahead, you just won’t be able to play with yourself. The better you get it, the more you can turn them on and let them use you, the more likely you’ll be able to have a nice little cummy.” She explained.

Nicholas nodded, obediently. He didn’t really have an option, and he found he was disturbed by not being able to bring himself to orgasm naturally and pleased that he would still be able to play with dicks. The realization disgusted even him.

“I know your last semester is ending soon, and you really should be studying, but I think I’ll pick some partners for you every night this week. It’s not like you were alone most evenings last week, anyways. We got some pretty good pictures and video today, so I think it shouldn’t be too hard for me to find some men to help you have some fun new gay experiences. I’m starting to think you have a preference for older men, so I’ll see what I can find you.” She said.

Nicholas simply nodded. Right now, he just wanted to rest. His head was still hazy, and he had done so much already, he didn’t see a problem. Another part of him simply thought she was right, he had enjoyed his times with men more than fifteen years older than he was. He knew he was gay now, but it still somehow felt wrong and he felt shame at what he had done, and would be doing. And another, small but important part of him was simply and purely excited at how the prospect made him feel.

What Cynthia failed to mention was that her nephew would likely need to make good use of his dildo for the next week. If he couldn’t get off before his lover of the moment did, maybe he could rouse a second or third attempt from them. He could always use the dildo on himself after they left. She wanted to insure he was desperate and horny enough to be thoroughly incentivized to learn how to use everything he could do to please a man.

Nicholas spent much of the next evening learning how to get off with his dildo. He had tried earlier that day with a quick Grindr hook up, but his efforts to please this particular man had resulted in a fairly quick orgasm before he pulled out, leaving Nicholas unsatisfied. It was not easy, and sometimes he would just give up, it was somehow different from when his aunt was doing her thing. Later in the afternoon a school acquaintance had stopped by for a quick blowjob, and even though Nicholas had happily offered his ass up, it got no attention.

So, he did some research, and found a local erotic store that had a quality dildo for himself. He had settled one that moderately thick and seven inches in length, with a slight curve. Most importantly, the base was solid and the base could use suction to lock on to a surface if needed. He had blushed when buying it at the store, the girl behind the counter he assumed knew what it was for. She knew he was, and that thrilled him.

He found after some trying, the ledge of his bathtub was at a good height for him to ride the dildo. He could control it well enough to build a good rhythm, and push all the way into his prostate. The bonus was the positioning left him directly facing his mirror. Most of the time, he kept his eyes closed as he masturbated, but the sight of himself riding a dildo was too shameful to not look at. Sometimes, he would pose in the mirror, trying to replicate things he had seen when gay pornography had been his hidden secret. He would kiss at himself in the mirror, or tug on his nipple rings while biting his lower lip, and would moan when the need hit him.

When Cynthia caught this on her cameras, she would rewatch these little sessions over and over until her pussy was raw and sore from cumming so much. Things like this were just a reminder that she had truly and permanently and completely changed his sexual orientation. Not only that, he was enjoying it. The more he let himself go, the more he was ashamed of himself. He may have grown up knowing and being taught that he liked girls, wanted to have relationships with them, sex… and now he couldn’t even grow erect for one. Now he was just another dirty little faggot, that couldn’t be denied. He knew she had done this to him, destroyed his heterosexuality and spoon fed him nothing but gayer and more humiliating and pathetic circumstances, and he liked it enough to milk himself until cum leaked out his cage while he got off on what he was, and probably still becoming.

After one of her many orgasms, she began the work of building Nicholas’ encounters for the next week. He was going to be in for quite a surprise next weekend.

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If you’re one of my Romance fans, I suggest you skip this series since it’s all group sex.

***

Sabrina sat in her car, unsure of what to do next. She supposed she could have driven to the cleaners to drop off Kaya’s stained white shorts, but she didn’t feel particularly compelled to do so, not right now anyway. Her hands clenched the steering wheel, peering over the hood of her mammoth SUV. The large black vehicle turned heads in the city, giving her plenty of attention she thrived on by driving it amongst the sea of smaller economical cars. It’d turn heads, guaranteed. At the moment though, all she wanted was to hide herself from the world.

She wasn’t sure why she felt the way she did, she only knew she did. It was a mixture of emptiness, as well as anger- not at any one thing, but enough to make her a grouch this morning. Sabrina was never one to be particularly in touch with her sensitive side, and bristled at the notion she was soft- finding the entire experience humiliating in accepting it as some sort of weakness. She was, however, tired. Exhausted even. It was a Sunday morning and she had no intention of doing anything other than lounging about her apartment. Sabrina rubbed her eyes, feeling how dry and coarse they felt. Coffee. She needed coffee.

The neighborhood around Dennis’ home was bare from any Starbucks or even Peets- Sabrina wondered how he could afford such a place. What did he do for a living anyway? She blinked and spaced for a moment; she had no idea what he did. She should ask. ‘Text him, I’ll text him’ she thought, but not before some coffee- can’t come off as too clingy. Focusing back on coffee, she remembered the small shop she had been to with Dennis when they met up previously. It was a bit snobbish and teeming with snooty hipster vibes, but it was the wake-up bean juice she needed and beggars certainly couldn’t be choosers.

Driving down the block, she parked beside a hybrid and someone’s vespa. Upon spotting the small shop, she smirked. She thought back to how Dennis had exposed her nipples out in the open- the thought of which made hers grow hard yet again. She’d have to do something equally daring with Dennis another time, when they could have some more alone time.

‘More alone time’, Sabrina thought, remembering Kaya was probably with him right now. Most likely giving him an earful about how much she didn’t want Sabrina around anymore. Sabrina’s lips pursed tightly imagining that scenario- not that it required much imagination. It was obvious Kaya loved it, yet she acted so cold the morning after. What a fucking cunt, Sabrina thought. She made HER boyfriend satisfied for once, Kaya should be thanking her rather than acting like a frosty bitch. Maybe if she got off her high horse she might even learn a thing or two. Fuck her, Sabrina thought as she pulled her phone out. She turned around and opened the camera, smiling widely as she snapped a photo of herself with the coffee shop in the background. Sabrina took a moment to pause, debating whether or not she should expose a nipple, or at least tease it. Imagining Dennis opening it in front of Kaya made her smile. It wasn’t a great picture but her sunglasses hid her sleep deprived eyes.

‘You exposed me to good coffee ;)’ she typed into her phone, smirking to herself at her subtle play on words. Sabrina glanced at the last messages between her and Dennis, spotting the nudes she sent him. They weren’t great, she’d have to take better ones- for her own sake anyway. She hit send and walked across the street, making sure not to look both ways.

Inside she found the shop much in the same way as it was before- virtually empty. Did anyone come here? She looked over towards the cashier/barista who was busying herself on her phone. Clearly she was working hard for her paycheck.

“Excuse me?” Sabrina said in a rather bitchy tone. The barista looked up and smiled. “I’ll just have a, um…” Sabrina began, looking at the simple menu. “Iced coffee. To go.”

“Of course,” the barista said typing the information onto the register. A silence fell over the two as she did, and Sabrina handed her her debit card before the barista could even figure out the total. More silence followed.

“No boyfriend today?”

Sabrina blinked and was stirred from her thoughts.

“Um, what?” she asked rather flatly. “What are you talking about?” Feeling a lack of control was easily Sabrina’s biggest pet peeve, but misunderstandings were high on that list as well.

The barista’s enthusiasm and cheery tone, however, were not to be squashed today.

“Yesterday!” she said with a smile. “You came in with the guy who always comes in here- Dennis.” Sabrina knew women, being one herself and all, and knew there was something else at work here.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she answered back, looking the barista in the eyes. Was this the same girl? There was no way it was. Yesterday a plain but dorky girl took their order, Sabrina recalled, with shitty glasses and bad hair. Erenköy Escort Today the barista wore a simple outfit consisting of cutoff denim shorts along with a V neck t-shirt, white and somewhat translucent, all of course under a small but functional apron. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and her face sported some makeup on. The only clue that could lead one to believe both girls were one in the same was the well worn pair of glasses.

“Were…were you here yesterday?” Sabrina asked, now a bit confused.

“Oh, yeah,” the barista began with a snort of laughter. “I wasn’t supposed to come in today but my coworker called out and like, she called me and woke me up and I was like yeah I can do it yeah.” Sabrina caught most of that, as much as she could given the barista spouted it in one long stream of breath.

“Oh. Ok.” Sabrina answered. “So why are you dressed all like,” she said motioning her finger up and down the barista. “Like that?”

“Oh well because my coworker called out.”

“But I thought you said she called you first thing in the morning?”

“Oh well, no. I didn’t say that. I didn’t mean to.” At this point, the barista pulled a carafe of iced coffee from the small refrigerator under the counter and poured a cup for Sabrina, lancing it with a straw she thrust in rather violently.

Something clearly felt off. Sabrina could tell this girl was a bit unhinged. That’s what happens when you give crazy girls a bit of attention, she thought, they end up doing psycho shit. Sabrina quickly opened her mouth, ready to give a juicy detail about Dennis to tease the poor girl. Sure she was a bit…off…but that would make teasing her just a bit more wild. However, she couldn’t think of anything to say. She didn’t know where he was, what he did, or even one of his favorite things to bait the barista with. Sabrina was stumped.

“I’ll tell him you say hi,” Sabrina finally said, grabbing the cup with one hand while her other finger reached over and pressed into the nametag on the barista’s apron, spotting the name ‘Lisa’ on it with a small heart dotting the I. “Lisa.” she finished, pushing her finger into the barista’s boob slightly. “Cute heart.” she added turning around, shaking her hips just enough to show off her small but perky ass.

***

Lily’s face and demure body language told me she found the photos of Kaya, Sabrina and myself naked perverse, but her rapt attention and intent gaze told another story. She paused on one, her small open mouth growing in size before quietly gasping and then pinching her mouth closed tight. I assumed she had seen Sabrina’s lips wrapped around my cock while Kaya looked on, knowing her friend was better at pleasing her own boyfriend.

The very notion of Lily seeing these pictures took Kaya about a minute to realize, which finally hit her like a bolt of lighting. Kaya sat up straight, and reached for my arm, grabbing it tight before looking at me horrified.

“Lily!” she said suddenly, turning to the backseat. “ARE. YOU. NO. STOP.”

The thought was there but I imagined Kaya simply didn’t want to yell ‘don’t look at those nudes of me’. If she was embarrassed of accidental flashing, I’d imagine she’d die of shame knowing Lily got an eyeful of her cuckquean exploits. All I could do was simply look confused in between trying to keep my eyes on the road, unsure of why Kaya was acting up. I was her dumb boyfriend after all, why was she getting mad at me for?

Lily may have been a bit of a basketcase, but she wasn’t dumb by any stretch of the immagination- her attending the same elite university as Kaya was proof positive her brain was sharper than she let on. She exemplified this with lighting quick speed, clicking on the address and turning the phone towards Kaya just in time for the directions to load on screen. Clever girl, I thought.

“I’ve just been looking at the map why?” Lily asked, her voice sounding completely and unconvincingly meek. She glanced over at me, then back at Kaya. “It opened right to it.” she added, clearly trying to cover her trail. Still, her voice and acting skills were…less than satisfactory- she didn’t come out to LA to act is all I’m saying. Silence filled the car, as we all glanced at one another. I decided to break the tension.

“You alright?” I asked, in a marginally better acting job. It would take two to tango.

“Don’t you remember?” Kaya whispered loudly to me. “The…you know?”

It was my job to act shocked, my mouth opening wide and looking over at Lily. I said nothing, simply staring in disbelief. It may have been good enough to fool Lily who’s brow furrowed for a split second before her eyes widened, looking as thought she was all alone, cornered in the car like an animal. She hunched down a bit, looking a bit defeated.

“What’s wrong?” she asked in a pained voice.

Kaya looked at her, then back at me. She reached for the phone and took it from Lily, scrolling through it before locking Erenköy Escort Bayan the screen and putting it in her pocket.

“Nothing.” she said plainly without looking at Lily. It immediately became awkward, before I cleared my throat and looked for a way to alleviate the tension.

“Hey you know what always makes beach trips better?” I asked out loud.

“Is something wrong?” Lily asked almost tearfully at a silent Kaya.

“BOOZE!” I added.

I pulled my car over about a block later, spotting a nondescript liquor store. Both girls remained silent, so I took it as cause for me to keep controlling the damage.

“Hey Lily let’s get some beer and drinks and stuff.” I said looking back at her with a soft smile. “Also if you behave, maybe snacks. Maybe.” Lily could probably tell I wanted to talk to her, or that I was simply trying to ease the tension so she nodded and quietly uttered a ‘yes’ before hopping out of the car. Anything to escape that situation, I gathered. I turned towards Kaya who looked at me with a very annoyed look.

“You’re cute when you’re mad,” I said as my hand reached to stroke her cheek “Don’t worry I know which chips you love.” My hand, however, was batted away. “Oh c’mon she didn’t see anything. She’s just freaked out you…” I started, about to say ‘freaked the fuck out’. “Snapped at her suddenly,” I said finally. Kaya slowly nodded in agreement.

“You’re right, I just didn’t want her to see us naked with Sabrina.” Kaya said softly.

“So you saw us naked with Sabrina,” I blurted incredulously to Lily as we made our way down a cramped hallway of the liquor store. We had picked up a hard sided cooler as well as a bag of ice and were now walking through the store looking with drinks to fill it with. My words came out of seemingly nowhere, cutting to the heart of the matter and nearly causing Lily to drop the two cases of hard seltzer she picked off the shelf. She merely looked at me, frozen for a second. I could only imagine her heart was beating through her chest, a very ashmatic gasp finally escaping her lips. Lily wet her lips, pursing them as I saw her swallow.

“I don’t know.” she finally said. Lily struck me as the type I could influence to go along with many things, but she felt how she felt- guilty for having betrayed her friend unintentionally. Lily was very sweet, and I could see I would need to treat this delicately. Legitimately delicately, I said thinking of my brick-like hands fumbling every situation before this.

I reached over and wrapped one of my arms around her, pulling her into a side hug. Lily remained frozen before finally letting her arms settle down by her sides.

“It’s ok.” I quietly told her. I wasn’t sure if being affectionate with her was the best course of action, but she looked like she needed a hug. She looked like she gave great hugs anyway. To my relief, she didn’t rebuff me. Instead, she leaned in a bit and let me hug her in the store.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Of course I’m sure!” I said with a jocular, joking tone. “Why wouldn’t I be sure?”

“She was pretty mad…” she said. Lily’s voice seemed to grow in volume, feeling a bit more at ease now.

“Well,” I began, the two cogs in my brain slowly moving as I attempted to bullshit my way out of this jam. “It’s like this… so, you know- obviously- Kaya can be a bit um, bossy.”

Lily nodded her head.

“OK well, she’s really not.” I began. “If you show any, you know, spine or backbone and just talk back to her, she backs down easily.” I saw Lily take this information in, looking a bit confused. “She’s really submissive.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Lily asked, her face a light red to match the slight confused annoyance in her words. It was just a bit too much information for her. Aw shit, Dennis, act fast!

“She only acts like it’s a big deal because she knows she can make you feel bad for it.” I said pulling some pop psychology out of my ass. “If you act more confident, and swat her down, like, you know, it’s no big deal…then she’ll back down.”

Lily finally looked less confused, as she began to process what I just told her. I decided to pile on for good measure.

“She acts you know, how she does to you-“

“Like a bitch?” Lily interjected. I wasn’t sure how she interpreted it, but she wasn’t mad at me now so no sweat off my back. Was this some deep seated anger? Kaya never mentioned tension between the two.

“…How she does,” I continued. “Because she knows she can get away with it. Look, I’m not saying be a bitch back, but if you just stand up to her and be a little more assertive, she’ll fold- she’ll at least ease up a bit.”

I was playing a dangerous game. Sleeping with my girlfriend’s best friend and getting her into a threesome? Child’s play. Carrying on an affair with a girl my girlfriend thinks I hate? Cake walk. But this sexual maneuvering and power play with her roommate might just blow up in Escort Erenköy my face. This might just end badly, I thought as I comforted Lily, ready to surprise her and Kaya with a trip to a nude beach.

“I’ll confront her when we get back,” Lily said, placing both cases of hard seltzer into the cooler.

“NO, I mean…no.” I quickly interjected. “Just let things smooth over. For all she knows you didn’t see anything. Let that sink in and don’t show your cards until it’s advantageous.” Lily nodded in agreement and we continued picking up alcohol for the beach. Things seemed to be much more relaxed, and calmness won out once more. Acting strange would give us all away.

“Can I just say I also saw your penis?” she said giggling before laughing out loud. She turned to me, flashing an amused but slightly lustful smile. She looked playful and not at all disgusted. Maybe she wasn’t a virgin after all.

***

The trip to the beach was more or less uneventful. Luckily, silence wasn’t the soundtrack for the trip, as both Lily and Kaya began talking aloud once again. They mostly both spoke to me rather than at one another directly, but it was a step in the right direction. Lily and I even shared some lighthearted jokes, and I glanced over into the rear view mirror to see her laugh in her goofy but adorable little laugh.

“You’re a dork!” she said after I made a terrible joke, saying it with no trace of irony before snorting. Lily was cute. Not that I saw myself ever dating a girl like her, but there was something about her easy going attitude. It wasn’t that she was naive or innocent, she just seemed kind, as odd as it sounded. Kaya had started that way too, it wasn’t until a few months in that she became so critical and no fun to be around. I suppose everyone was the same in that regard once you got to know them or maybe I was just a bit immature. Still, I was never a huge fan of red hair but on Lily it worked, along with her big glasses. I wondered if she was a good kisser or not- she seemed like she just lacked some confidence in her body and didn’t realize she was attractive.

I remained silent as I focused on the road, both girls falling quiet and looking out towards the ocean as we made our way up Highway 1. It was still early enough in the day for the softness of the morning light to bounce off the water in a brilliant display. I occasionally glanced over and had to admit it was a sight. It would be even more majestic once I had at least one naked girl to share it with.

Eventually, we pulled up to a small, nondescript road that seems to come out of nowhere- unmarked and fairly untraveled to the world at large. I easily and slowly made my way down it, with some vegetation growing thicker and the road being a surprisingly smooth ride.

“Where are we?” Kaya asked, looking around. She held her phone in her hand, the map on screen as the dot showing our location slowly moved closer to the ocean.

“Almost there.” I heard Lily say. I looked up into the rear view mirror and caught her smiling again. I looked over at Kaya who checked the phone and repeated the same words, her face wearing a small smile. It might be the only thing she’d still be wearing in a few minutes.

Soon we came to a gate- a large white slab of stone with a small keypad near it. I pulled out my phone and texted Tiff. ‘We’re here’ I typed in, before erasing the entire message and opted for ‘is there a gate code?’. It took less than two minutes for her to replay, responding with the gate code which I promptly punched in. The stone gate slowly but surely moved inwards, allowing us to pull in. The road split in two, with one road leading up whilst another made its way down. Taking the lower path, I drove until I came across a small clearing, with Tiff’s wagon parked under a eucalyptus tree. I followed suit, parking next to her before we all piled out of the car.

I could feel my heart begin to pound, and my breath sounded very uneven the moment I opened my mouth. A lump formed in my throat, and the anxiety was getting the better of me. Would Tiff be naked waiting for us? How would I react? Jesus Christ this was a terrible idea, but the promise of taking things even further was driving me wild. My mind knew this was stupid, but the rush I felt as we walked down the path to the beach was better than anything I’ve ever felt before in my life. I wanted the girls to be surprised, I wanted them to witness perversion.

My eyes weren’t greeted with a naked Tiff, however, but with the immense view of the Pacific Ocean, stretching for as far as I could see. Smooth, flawless sand met the gentle waves, and without a single soul on the land, I thought I was hallucinating.

“Wow…” Lily breathed, amazed. I looked over to her, spotting her eyes completely glued to the sight ahead of her, her mouth unabashedly hanging open wide. I reached over with one finger and touched her chin gently, closing it for her. Lily blushed and scrunched her face, making a face at me, attempting to hide the soft pinkish hue of embarrassment.

“What? Never seen the ocean before?” Kaya shot to her. Lily’s face suddenly grew quickly annoyed, and she looked away. The scowl didn’t go away however, and with a second wind that seemingly breathed life into her, she turned back towards Kaya.

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About six months ago we had new neighbors move in next door to us. They are a black couple in their early thirties. They names are Shanay and Ty. We became friends and get together about once a week for drinks. I have been bi-sexual since my teen years and would often sneak a peak at his bulge and fantasize about sucking his big black cock. Last weekend I got my wish.

My wife had gone out of town for the weekend and with my free time I went to the Adult Book Store about 30 minutes from where I live. It has always been safe and I’ve never run into anybody from town. I stop in and suck two or three loads from anonymous cocks and then leave. On Saturday I was there sucking my first cock of the day when I noticed somebody watching me. I didn’t think much about until after I swallowed my first load and looked up and saw Ty standing there. I stumbled for something to say and Ty just laughed and said don’t worry I won’t tell anyone as long as you swallow my load too. I just nodded my head and reached up Esenler Escort and starting stroking his cock thru his shorts.

Even thru his shorts I could tell he had a magnificent cock. I can’t tell you how many times I dreamed of being on my knees in front him with his black dick just waiting for me to suck it. As I stroked his swollen shaft thru his shorts he asked me if my wife knew that I sucked cock. I told him that I only did it when she would be gone. Ty then asked me if she was gone for the whole weekend. I said that she was and he told me that I should get busy because I was going to be his cock whore for the rest of the weekend.

I unzipped his shorts to let his cock out and was pleasantly surprised to find a nine inch long black dick staring me in the face. I wish I could say I took my time but I had been dreaming of sucking his cock for so long that I slid as much as I could into my mouth. Not only is his cock long but thick also and with seven inches in Esenler Escort Bayan I started gagging. Ty started laughing and said come on fag you can do better than that. I tried some more but just couldn’t fit it all in. Then Ty grabbed the back of my head and said here let me help you.

Ty held my head and forced all nine inches down my throat gagging me some more. Then he would pull out to let me breathe and then ram it back in. That’s when I realized that we had an audience. There were at least three men standing in the hallway watching Ty rape my mouth and throat. That really got Ty going and he was putting on a great show of violating my mouth and I loved every minute of it.

Soon he was face fucking me and I knew I was going to be swallowing a huge load of cum. He buried his cock in the back of my throat and exploded. He shot so hard I didn’t have to swallow as it shot straight down my throat. I could feel his balls resting against my chin and he emptied Escort Esenler himself in my mouth. When he finished he pulled out and made me look at him as he told me “It’s nice to know that I have such a good cock sucking slut next door. I’ll be using that sweet little mouth of yours a lot.

That’s when he looked down and saw that I had cum in my shorts while he had been forcing that huge black dick of his down my throat. He told me to stay on my knees as he brought one of the guys who had been watching us into the booth. He was a white guy with a 7 inch dick. After seeing Ty’s it looked tiny. Ty told me to suck on the man’s balls while he jacked off on my face. I took his balls into my mouth and started sucking them and then licking them. He was pumping his cock furiously and soon was ready to cum. Ty grabbed my head and forced it back as the guy started shooting onto my face. I was surprised how much cum he had in his balls. It was covering my eyes, nose and forehead.

Ty then made me get up and walk out of the store with the man’s cum dripping down my face and my own cum staining my shorts. It was both humiliating and exciting knowing I was showing everybody what a cum slut I am.

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Active resistance

Suzy was bound, wrists and ankles, loosely to the bed. She had been repeatedly raped. The abuse her anus had endured was too much in itself, not to mention her other openings.

She was half-asleep when the door opened. Thoughts of another gangbang flashed before her. But she was surprised at what she saw. Instead of men, it was a woman, a very nude woman. Suzy was confused.

The woman got on the bed with her. She moved so that her breasts almost touched Suzy’s lips.

“Would you like to kiss these?” the woman asked.

“Of course not!” she exclaimed.

“OK. Then I’ll just have to kiss yours,” she laughed.

Suddenly the woman was kissing her breasts.

“What in the hell are you doing?” Suzy yelled, frantically trying to pull away from the woman. But the restraints kept her from fighting off the eager mouth. She continued to struggle, but to no avail.

Passive resistance

Finally Suzy gave up. Like the men before her, the woman was going to do what she pleased, regardless of Suzy’s protests. She feared the men and their crude sex. But she feared a woman’s sexual advances too, for different reasons. She tried hard to put the homosexual images out of her mind. Suzy relaxed outwardly, but inside she was churning anxiously.

The woman’s lips ravished Suzy’s large breasts. This went on for several minutes. Suzy was embarrassed when she realized that her nipples were responding to the woman’s lips. She didn’t feel sexually aroused and yet her nipples were firming up. The woman smiled.

“Feel’s good, eh?” the woman giggled.

“Of course not!” Suzy exclaimed.

The woman toyed with Suzy’s erect nipples and laughed. “I’ll make you a deal. As soon as your nipples soften up, I’ll stop.” Suzy flushed with embarrassment.

The woman went back to kissing Suzy’s breasts. Suzy closed her eyes and tried to think about anything but the mouth.

“No, no, no,” she repeated to herself. It didn’t work. Her nipples continued to stiffen.

“Well, Honey, your body is telling me you like it. How about it?”

“I’m no lesbian!” Suzy cried out.

“You don’t have to be,” the woman smiled. “But if you don’t admit you like it, I’m going to have to find some place you do like me kissing.” Her mouth left Suzy’s nipples and moved downward.

Horrified, Suzy he realized what the woman had meant. Letting a female kiss your breasts was one thing, but having her kiss your pussy was pure homo. Her mind could handle the breasts. She knew she couldn’t handle the other.

The woman paused just above her pubic area, waiting for a response from Suzy.

“Where do you want me to kiss Emirgan Escort you?” she breathed.

“Nowhere,” Suzy cried.

The woman’s lips moved down, lightly grazing her pubic hair.

“No … Please … my breasts!” Suzy stammered, knowing it was the only answer she could give to keep the woman’s lips off her most private area.

The woman went back to sucking Suzy’s nipples. “Tell me how good it feels,” the woman demanded.

Suzy waited too long to reply. The lips again moved downward, jolting Suzy to reality.

“Wonderful!” Suzy exclaimed. “Great.”

“Good girl,” the woman giggled.

The woman’s lips went back to work. Every so often her lips would drift downward off Suzy’s breasts forcing Suzy to describe how much her breasts liked the attention they were getting.

After several minutes of expert kissing, sucking, caressing, etc., the woman’s hands started to roam downward to where her lips had threatened to go. Suzy protested.

“Would you prefer my mouth?”

Point made, she let the fingers roam without any further fuss. She didn’t pay much attention to them as she drifted back into “encouraging” the woman’s advances. Telling the woman how much she liked her breasts sucked had its own self-fulfilling effect. She was talking herself into actually liking the feel of the lips. She was beginning to feel far too comfortable.

And then it happened. Suzy suddenly awoke from her trance. She felt a mini-climax coming on. She realized that the woman’s finger was rubbing her clitoris. That, along with the attention her breasts were getting, brought it on.

“No,” she moaned weakly as she came, unable to control her pelvis from jerking spontaneously in the short, sweet climax.

She was so embarrassed. Her eyes filled with tears.

“I’m glad we got that over with,” the woman giggled. She kissed Suzy gently on the cheek.

Suzy was stunned. She had climaxed with a woman. She didn’t know what to think. She had always thought of herself as strictly heterosexual. Now she was filled with doubt.

She felt the woman’s finger slide smoothly into her wet cunt. The woman began finger-fucking her. Her lips moved to Suzy’s breasts again, this time with even more enthusiasm. She was being ravished from top to bottom. She was too numb to resist. She tried to think about anything but the fast moving finger.

Passive acceptance

It frightened her that it felt so good. She hadn’t been finger-fucked since high school. It felt better this time than it had in the back seat of her boyfriend’s car. He had fumbled around not knowing what he was really doing. This woman knew Escort Emirgan exactly what, where and how. There was no fumbling. Two fingers worked in and out of Suzy like a pro. Her juices were flowing. Despite Suzy’s half-hearted efforts to resist mentally, within a few moments her body started to climb towards another climax. Her nipples burned under the onslaught of the woman’s mouth. Her womb ached with pleasure from the finger-fucking. She bit her lips trying to hold back the anguished cries of ecstasy. Her hips started to hump against the penetrating fingers. This was no mini-climax. This was the real deal.

She moaned loudly as she had a thunderous climax. She was unable to hold back the cries of pleasure.

She was ashamed of herself, unable to stop her body from responding to the woman’s sexual advances. She couldn’t help craving the woman’s touch. Even after the gigantic climax she knew she was ready for more. Her body was experiencing insatiable lust. One, sometimes two climaxes, was all she normally experienced. But she knew there were many more where the last one came from.

The woman spoke softly. “I know you feel bad about cumming. Don’t worry about it. You’re OK. This is just an aberration. You have been raped every way possible. This is your haven from the brutality. This is for you, not the horny guys. This is for yourpleasure.” She smiled down at Suzy, caressing her breasts softly.

“Pleasure is certainly the word,” Suzy thought.

“Besides,” the woman continued after a pause. “I make all my straight women cum and cum and cum!” She laughed.

“All my straight women,” she repeated to herself. That made her feel better. The woman seemed sincere. “Thistruly is an aberration,” she thought. She wasn’t a lesbian. She enjoyed men. After tonight this would never happen again. But right now, she lusted for this specific woman’s touch.

“Shall I continue?” the woman asked, still caressing Suzy’s hard-nippled breasts.

Suzy nodded weakly, unable to verbalize her feelings. She felt like the experimental rat that kept pushing the lever that triggered an orgasm, even though it was starving to death. She knew she was only a finger away from another climax.

“I can untie all but one ankle,” the woman said.

Suzy watched with great anticipation as she was untied. She was ready for more sex.

Up until now she hadn’t paid much attention to her seducer. The woman was very athletic looking. She smiled to herself. If ever she had met a dyke before, this certainly was one. No wonder she had cum so quickly. This woman knew exactly how to seduce a female. Suzy had been easy prey.

“Hmmm…,” Emirgan Escort Bayan she purred, as the woman again started kissing her breasts.

Active acceptance

She was able to use her own hands freely now. She pressed the woman’s lips to her swollen nipples. The woman’s hand moved downward slowly, teasingly. Suzy grasped it with her own hand, pressing it against her cunt. She felt the fingers again slide inward. Her body swam with pleasure. Her heart jumped as she felt the woman’s lips move downward off her breasts and across her belly.

This time there was no protest. She was miles past the stage of not wanting to indulge in something “homosexual.” She loved every minute of it. She knew were the lips were headed. She tensed as the tongue touched her pubic hair. The woman’s lips paused. Suzy breathed deeply waiting for the tongue to reach its destination.

“Yes!” she exclaimed. She pressed the woman’s lips to her womb. The tongue licked the insides of her cunt. Suzy squealed with a pleasure so intense she lost control. She felt like she was going to urinate. Warm juices flooded her womb as she began to climax. She couldn’t control her humping hips or her loud moans. The climax went on and on.

When her climax finally stopped, she couldn’t believe what had happened. It must have been one of those maxi-climaxes she had read about. It was far and away the best – and longest – she had ever had.

Having just moaned, groaned, squirmed, humped, purred, screamed, climaxed, etc., etc., she finally felt totally at ease with her female lover. She reached up and felt the woman’s breasts. They were well-rounded and firm. The nipples were hard.

“You must enjoy your work,” Suzy giggled.

“Your not the only one who got off,” the woman laughed.

“Great! I was having so much fun myself I didn’t notice.”

Suzy couldn’t believe the next words that came out of her own mouth. “I’d like to go down on you…”

“You would.” The woman seemed genuinely surprised.

“You gave me such great pleasure. Let me try.”

She gave the woman’s breasts a squeeze. Rolling her onto her back, Suzy kissed each one of the small but firm breasts. Somehow it seemed so natural. The woman purred. Suzy had a good teacher. After a time she began stroking the woman’s pubic area as the woman had done to her, drawing similar groans from her. Finally Suzy’s lips followed her hand down between the woman’s thighs. Her tongue drew from her lesbian lover the same sounds and uncontrollable movements that Suzy herself had made moments before. She felt the woman cumming. She loved it. She realized that the reason she was enjoying the woman’s reactions so much was that she, too, was having another climax.

They quickly maneuvered into the natural 69 position, remaining that way for several more climaxes.

When it was over, Suzy wondered if a man could ever give her as much pleasure as she had experienced with her dyke lover.

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I talked to some guy on craigslist. We made an arrangement that I would get a hotel room, put a blindfold on. I would leave the door open and get on my knees in the middle of the room. He said he would be there at exactly 10:30 pm.

I was nervous as hell. Who knows who this guy is that will hopefully be fucking my face soon? Who knows what he looks like? He could look like a gremlin for all I know. Yet, I was more excited and thrilled then I ever have been in my life. I was on my knees and couldn’t see anything. I made sure not to see anything, so that my sense of touch and taste were higher. I thought to myself “I wonder if he will even show up?”

Just as I questioned his arrival, I heard the door creek open, shut, and lock. “He’s here! This is actually gonna happen!” I thought more excited and nervous than I have ever been in my life. I could feel his presence as he walked up to me while I was on my knees. My dick had became instantly hard in my pants. It pushed against them, throbbing with my racing heart. I heard him unbuckle his belt. *clink clink* I opened my mouth quickly, waiting for him to fill it. His pants dropped, and I could immediately smell his wonderful manly scent of his balls. My mouth was watering more then when I’m at a restaurant waiting for a $20 stake. I stuck my tongue out, as to make it as a desperate offering for his cock. I suddenly felt his smooth cock rub against my tongue. I could taste his soft, smooth man Eminönü Escort meat. He continued rubbing his cock on my tongue and and around my mouth. He slapped it on my tongue and mouth, as I moaned like a slut.

I was so hard that I was bursting out my pants. I unbuttoned my pants, and pushed them down, taking my underwear with them. My cock had shot out like a rocket, rock hard. My hands then moved back, holding my ass cheeks as he pushed his head into my mouth. My tongue massaged the bottom of his head as my lips wrap around his hot, now hard cock. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock into my wet mouth. As it hit the back of my throat, I tried to relax my throat muscles to allow him to fully penetrate my warm throat. He pulled it back slightly, and begun to hump my mouth. I moan like his little cum slut. I reached up and grabbed his balls. They were slightly hairy, but that didn’t bother me one bit. I cupped and played with his balls as he continued to fuck my face gently and slowly. I could feel every inch of his throbbing shaft move through my mouth and over my tongue. My mouth was watering like crazy, and my spit was dripped down to his balls. I grabbed his cock and pulled it out my mouth. I held it up and stroked it as I moved my mouth down to pleasure his balls. All I could think of was their delicious cum which would soon fill my mouth. I licked and kissed them with more passion then I’ve ever Eminönü Escort Bayan had for anything. He moaned while I engulf his nuts with my soft, warm mouth. I sucked them in, one by one. I licked them completely over, over and over again. Making sure to give every last inch of his sack attention before my tongue found it’s way up and down the bottom side of his cock. His hands ran through my hair and he moaned with pleasure as I licked and kissed the underside of his penis.

I then put him back in my mouth. I had put only the head in and licked it all around. I could feel his cock as it twitched in my mouth with every lick. I started to bob my head on his cock while I stroked him with both hands. I was desperately trying to milk his cum out of his delicious ball. He kept moaning loader and louder as I sucked him faster and faster. He put force on the back of my head, pushing his cock deeper into my now stretched throat. I reached down with my hands and grabbed my cock. It was rock hard, throbbing, and on the verge of exploding.

He continued to pump my mouth with more and more force every time. My moaning got loader the harder and faster he went, knowing soon I would taste his delicious seed. He grabbed my head with both hands and pushed his whole cock deep into my throat. I was barely able to push my tongue out to lick his balls as he held my head there. He let go and I pulled back. I took a few Escort Eminönü deep breaths and shoved his dripping wet cock into my mouth. I sucked and stroked him, my hand twisted on his lower shaft as my mouth ran up and down on his upper shaft and head. He moaned loader and louder, as did I. He pulled his cock out and stroked it. I opened my mouth waiting for him to dump his load in it. My heart racing, so excited to taste his seed and give him the orgasm I had been working so hard to give him. He shoved his cock back into my mouth, and stroked it. I sucked as hard as I could, trying to suck all of his cum deep from his balls.

He let out a load grunt and his cock exploded in my mouth. It pulsed shot after shot of what seemed like an endless load of cum. I moaned like his little cum slut as he filled my mouth. His thick load filled my mouth to the point that I couldn’t hold it anymore. It dripped out the sides of my mouth, and around his pulsing cock. After his cock stopped twitching, he pulled it out my mouth. I leave my mouth open to show him my mouthful of his delicious cum and use my finger to pull the cum the dripped out into my mouth. I closed my mouth and swallowed it in one big gulp. I grabbed his softening cock and sucked of the remaining cum on it and the last bit out of it. I licked and kissed him from his balls to his head until he was completely soft.

He pulled back and I could hear him pull up his pants. I stayed on my knees and stroked my cock until I heard him leave the room. I laid back and stoked my cock until I came all over my stomach. It was almost as big of a load as his.

I laid there I a state of bliss and slept on that ground, with the cum still on my stomach until the morning. This will happen again soon 🙂

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Her name is Annie, and she works at a small shop on Time’s Square. I first met her on a business trip to NYC, when my co-worker was doing some shopping. I wasn’t really interested in what she was shopping for, so I decided to chat with the cute sales girl.

She was tall and thin, perhaps 5’9″, with brown hair not quite down to her shoulders. She appeared to have a mixture of Anglo and Asian characteristics. I was attracted to her because of her cute face and small chest. My wife is a 36AA, and I find women with small breasts can really turn my head.

I walked over to her to say hello, and to see what I could find out. I was surprised by her small, squeaky voice, and that her small teeth were slightly crooked and a little discolored. None of that detracted from her pretty face, cheerful smile, or pleasant personality. We talked briefly about NYC, me visiting from Texas, but mostly I asked her about her.

I had to go to a show that night with my company, but I was very interested in seeing if we could connect afterwards, so I asked when she got off work, what there was to do there, and things like that. At this point I was visibly interested and felt the interest growing in my pants, so I suggested that I come by after the show and then we could get a bite to eat, go out for a drink, or just walk around, and she agreed. I didn’t tell her at that point that we could walk around all the way to my hotel room.

The show was great, and my co-worker and I, staying at the same hotel in midtown Manhattan, left the rest of the gang to walk back to our rooms. About halfway back, I excused myself to go do some sightseeing and shopping, and made my way back to Annie’s shop. A few minutes after I got there, she was ready to go, still in her sales girl clothes- slacks and a polo shirt. I was still wearing my suit and tie from the show.

We walked around a bit on that warm humid night, and got a snack from a local vendor. After we finished our food, I took her left hand in my right, and we walked down the Manhattan sidewalk like two school kids. This may have seemed strange, as she could have been a schoolgirl and I’m old enough to be her dad, but it felt very natural. I stopped at one of the sidewalk cams they have in NYC. We stood and waved at the camera. On the spur-of-the-moment, I took her other hand, pulled her face mine and kissed her- softly, slowly, and gently, right there on the sidewalk, in plain view of anyone and everyone.

Just as quickly, I stopped, looked into her eyes, and said, “I really like you, Annie,” and then let go of her right hand and we started walking down the sidewalk.

“I’m staying at the **** hotel, and they have a nice bar where we can sit and have a drink” I suggested.

She looked at me with a sly grin, “I’m not 21 yet, you know.”

“That’s OK,” I said, “I’ll get you whatever you want, my treat. You’ll be in my charge tonight, Annie, and I’ll be your guardian.”

“My knight in shining armor,” she laughed, “or maybe my sugar daddy” she grinned with bright eyes.

Looking at her eyes again with a smile, I replied, “I’ll make sure and take very good care of you.” She smiled and squeezed my hand as we walked down the sidewalk.

Rather than using the street entrance, we walked through the hotel lobby and then to the small hotel bar, and took a small booth at the very back, around the corner from the bar. At the bar I ordered a Cape Cod for her and a Jack and Coke for me. Taking the drinks back to the booth, I took a seat across from her, and we chatted some more while partaking of our beverages. We talk about boyfriends and girlfriends, a little about love andlife. She finds guys her age too shallow, and seems to appreciate my maturity and my attentiveness to her. She is very cute, and I am thinking very sexy thoughts of her, knowing that she readily agreed to meet me and go to a bar at my hotel. I go and refill our drinks, and making sure the bartender wasn’t looking, I motioned to her to come with me, and we headed toward the elevator.

Holding the two drinks in my hand, I asked her to push the UP button, and said to her “Annie, would you do me a favor, and take off my tie for me?”

It was very exciting to have her that close to me. I inhaled the sweet smells of her body, and we kissed again, slow and deep and sensual, as she removed my tie. With my back against the elevator wall, her body pressed against mine, we kissed until the door opened on the 7th floor. I handed her drink back to her, and led Feyzullah Escort her down the hall.

It’s a small hotel, and the chances of meeting anyone were also small. We didn’t see anyone as I let us into my room. I closed the door, set the drinks on the table, and said, “Ta-da. Welcome to my world.” I took my drink and said “Cheers” and we toasted us, the room, NYC, and whatever else we could think of to drink to. I offered her a seat, the only one in the room. She sat on the corner of the bed instead, and so I sat on the chair. We talked while finishing our drinks, and then I moved to sit beside her on the bed. Soon, our talk turned back to boy-girl things, and I suggested how my maturity and experience has taught me how to please a woman. I asked her a few personal questions, and found out that she masturbates daily. She seemed to appreciate what I have to offer, my authority and experience.

She took me on, and said, “Show me.”

I press my lips against hers. For lingering moments we kiss and embrace. Her lips are soft, sweet, and inviting. Our tongues touch, and the sparks fly. Soon we are lying together on the bed. My growing manhood presses against her belly as we face each other, and our kisses become deeper and more passionate. I want to press my mouth into hers… my body into hers.

Rolling her onto her back, I lift her shirt and unfasten her bra, liberating her torso to my delight. Her small breasts barely need a bra, and I’m glad to get the white material that covered them out of the way. Lying on her back, her tiny breasts are flat against her chest; only her nipples break the smoothness of her skin. They turn me on to no end. My kisses progress from her lips to her ears, neck, and throat. After just enough teasing, I take one of her glorious nipples between my lips, and put my hand on her stomach. She takes my hand and pushes it down into her pants, wanting me to touch her. Her warmth and wetness are like a drug; her movements betray her heightened state of arousal. The moments pass, and I lose track of time.

After a few moments she excuses herself into the bathroom. My desire for her is intense, intoxicating. When she opens the door to come out, she is completely naked, and I meet her mouth to mouth, and slowly but firmly push her back into the bathroom. Not only is there the standard full-width mirror above the bathroom vanity, the back wall of the shower stall is one big mirror. Hardly stopping our kisses, I turn her around facing the shower. Standing behind her, we can both see her in the mirror. I gaze with lust upon the twin fawns of her tiny tits. Taking hold of her hips, I pull her buttocks onto my groin, and then run my hands up her torso, toward the objects of my desire. Her breasts are even smaller than my wife’s, barely mounds at all, each one topped with a dark chunk of a nipple. Her nips are incredibly sexy; two dark tight buttons poking straight out from her olive skin. I tease them, press my palms over them, and then tweak them. They are hard and stiff and erect, much like my cock, as she presses her backside against me unprovoked any longer by my hands.

I gaze at her figure in the shower mirror. Her pubic hair is dark, thin, and sparse. I run a hand across her pussy, and my lips caress her ass cheeks. She turns around and strips me, shirt first, then slacks and boxers. I had shaved my pubic hair for the trip, so my cock stands alone and at attention. She looks directly at it, caressing it with her hands as we continue our passionate kisses, now more furious and sloppy. She stands on her toes and rubs my hard shaft against her pussy lips, and I can feel the wetness upon my shaft. More and more, she rubs herself on the hard shaft of my cock. She takes one hand and presses my cock onto her clit as she presses her clit down onto my dick.

We continue to kiss as I tweak her tits with my fingers. She looses the ability to kiss back, and her mouth hangs open as I kiss her face, neck, and shoulders, while she furiously humps my cock, which has still not yet entered her. With louder and louder moans, she masturbates herself to a climax on my cock, and I hold her while I feel her body shake. What a fantastic feeling. There is nothing exciting as a woman climaxing, a woman making herself cum, unless it is me making her cum, especially when she is making herself cum on my dick.

I hold her close and still, and support her while she comes down from her high. I take a towel, put it on the toilet Escort Feyzullah seat, and help her sit down. By coincidence or by design, my cock is now only inches from her face. I offer it to her, and she takes it, slowly at first. She kisses the head, then lowers her faces and licks the entire underneath, all the way to the top. She takes hold, lifts it up, and licks my sack before licking her way back to the top. I stroke her hair, and admire her pretty face, which looks even sexier with my cock in her mouth. She licks her lips and slowly slides her mouth down the entire length of my manhood. Rhythmically I rock back and forth, until soon I am slowly fucking her sweet mouth, and she is eagerly accepting it. Sexy slurpy sounds come from her mouth as she struggles not to gag, and without stopping, I continue fucking her face until I erupt a hot load of spunk deep into her sexy mouth, moaning at the pleasure she has brought me.

After a moment or two, I withdraw; leaving a few drops on her chin, and I caress her head against my stomach. Small drops of cum dribble onto her chest. Stepping back and taking her hands I help her to her feet, and pressing her body once again to mine, I partake of the intoxicating wine of her kisses, the lingering salty taste reminding me of her gift to me.

“Time to clean you off a bit, Annie” I say, and turn on the water, as once again I take in her sexy form in the mirror.

Our bodies remain in constant contact. With my liquid Purpose cleanser, I lather and clean her body completely. She cleans my cock, lathering it until it grows back from its spent form. He hot pussy gets the same treatment from me, and I caress and fondle her in the name of cleanliness. I kiss her neck and press her butt against my soapy member, and continue to rub her pussy, eliciting a rocking motion that continues as she increases her speed and pressure. I pull her back, put her hands against the wall so that she is bent over, and spread her legs. Soaping my hands, I pull my fingers from her pussy up across her anus and up her crack; I want her ass nice and clean.

Putting some of the slippery liquid on my fingers I rub them around her rosebud, and easily slide a finger inside her ass while my other hand works her clit. I now have her rocking back and forth on my hands, one finger in her anus, two in her pussy, and my thumb on her clit. She is so sexy, and I want her so badly. She is like a tigress, her movements nonstop. Back and forth she fucks herself on my hands, eyes closed; soft moans drift up to my ears above the sound of the water that cascades over our bodies.

I know the timing is right. I pull her backwards, and spread her legs a little more. I take my finger out of her ass, rinse it off, cover it again with the liquid cleaner, and slide it back inside, this time twisting it as I go. With my other hand, I lather my cock. I press the head of my cock against her asshole, and slowly slide it inside her ready backside. Aided by the soap and foreplay, she takes it all. The warmth and tightness covering me only intensifies my desires. I stand her up, her ass impaled on my cock, and tweak her slippery tits with one hand and finger-fuck her pussy with the other. Her ass is tight and hot and she is sexy as hell. She works herself into a frenzy, puts her hands on my hips, moans, and then helps me finger her swollen clit. She whines and moans as she writhes on my cock. Once again, I feel her body spasm, her voice whimper, and I hold her body tightly against mine as she shakes uncontrollably. She can barely stand, and I steady her.

After a few minutes, my cock slides out of her ass and cum drips from her asshole and starts to run down her leg. I scoop it up and finger her hot slippery ass and continue to cradle her quivering cunt. We take the time to clean each other’s bodies once again, dry each other off and head to the bed and crawl under the sheets in the cold hotel room.

We spend the night in one constant embrace, endlessly making love to each other throughout the next few hours. In a long sixty-nine, I delight in the sweet nectar of her pussy until my face is covered with her juices. I could eat her pussy for hours! My tongue teases her asshole while she covers my cock with her sexy mouth, and with my mouth on her pussy she cums on my face. I can’t get enough of her pussy!

We use every position we can. Later, I place pillows under her hips and she is exposed face down/ass high. I kneel down and give her a Feyzullah Escort Bayan tongue-lashing, eating out her pussy and ass. My tongue runs from her clit to her asshole and back, giving them both equal time. Her face is buried on the bed, but I still hear her cries of lust. She arches her back and pushes her cunt against me face. I grab her hips and pull her hard as she explodes on my mouth in another climax.

I quickly turn her over, and in the missionary position, I hold her close and tight, and pound her sloppy wet pussy as fast and hard as I can, driving my cock deep into her. Her eyes never open and her mouth never closes. Her head rocks back and forth. Drops of sweat mixed with her sex juice fall from my face onto her neck and cheeks. I stop only to erupt in a strong climax, my pulsing cock met by her throbbing pussy.

Later still, after a little rest, she sits on top of me, and fucks herself on my shaft while I tweak and pull her chunky nips, until she cums to another whimpering climax. I turn her around and have her sit on my face while I lick her pussy clean, and tongue her clit and finger her ass.

After what seems like hours, we end our night in a spoon, her back up against my chest and my cock in her pussy. We start out slowly, gently rocking each other, her hand holding my dick inside her pussy while rubbing her own clit. I reach a hand underneath her waist to fondle her chest. She gets hotter and hornier, and soon is bent over at the waist pushing herself deeper upon my cock. I place my hands on her waist and pull her ass tight against my stomach. From the sounds she makes, I picture her biting her lower lip. She has totally given herself over to me.

Pressing my body against hers, I push her over onto her stomach, keeping her legs together. My legs are apart and outside hers; only my cock is between her legs, and her ass cheeks feel so good against my groin. I keep fucking and fucking her this way for as long as I can hold out, pressing her body flat against the bed. At first she kept her hands on her pussy, but then gives up and pulls her hands up toward her face. I lift up, and slide my cock in and out of her horny little sex box until my third and final climax pulses inside her.

I roll off, leaving a trail of her cum across the back her her thigh and lie beside her. With one hand under her on her clit, and the other between her legs, I kiss her face and finish her off with my hands. In a steady rhythm, accompanied by her gasping breaths, she fucks my hands to and final climax. She came at least five times before we drift off to sleep.

The next day is my last. I wake her up by sucking gently on her tiny titties, putting my hands underneath her, pulling her up toward me, and then slowly sliding my body down hers until my lips find her sweet pussy; my tongue finds its home on her clit.

Once more, we take a shower together, taking our morning piss together in the shower. She stands behind me, and reaches around to place her hands on my cock. She holds my cock as I release the golden liquid, and reaches down and feels the warmth cascading over her hand. My turn. Standing behind her I hold her body firmly, caressing her pussy and suckling her tits as she pours out her warmth over my hand.

When we dress, I tell her to forget her thong and bra, and she puts them in her purse before we go out for breakfast. We walk hand-in-hand in the cool morning shade of Central Park, just a short walk from my hotel. We snuggle and kiss a few more times before it is time for me to go back to check out. She looks up at me longingly, wanting me.

“Once more, before you go,” she says in her small voice.

She wants a final fuck before I leave, and who am I to refuse her.

After kisses that move from gentle to deep to furious and wet, I turn her around, put my hands on her sexy little titties, and tell her to drop her pants. I bend her over the bed, and give her pussy and ass a thorough licking until she cums in grunts and groans. Using my last condom, I slide my hardened cock into her hungry pussy, so wet and sloppy. Holding it deep within her, I rock slowly until I find just the right spot. I slowly slide out again, and then plunge it all the way in one deep and fast plunge. Holding her hips tightly, my groin pounds against her ass and my balls slap her clit as I fuck her hard, deep, and fast, causing her to gasp and grunt with each deep thrust, until I explode a final time. She lies exhausted on the bed, and I lean over to kiss her.

I am saddened to leave Annie. She is a wonderful girl, a delight to be around, and a highly-charged sex partner. We ride the cab together to her shop, and I give her a last, long kiss before we say goodbye and head for the airport.

I will never forget her, and must plan another trip to NYC soon.

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