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I woke up that morning already aroused. 2PM, that was what I told Mark, be here at 2PM and do whatever you want to me. ‘My body is yours to do whatever you want to it’ I can’t believe I told him that, but I trust him more than anyone I have ever trusted before. He is a good man and I want him, I want his body, his soul and his hard cock inside me!

I can’t believe I am talking like this, I have never been outgoing before, but since I began dating Mark I have changed. Some kind of animal lust has taken over me and I want him, I want him all the time. I want him naked and to be seen naked by other women so they can lust after his bare body and know that only I can have him!

My family was going away for the day to my little brother’s game. It was over an hour to drive there and the thing didn’t start until 2:30PM so there was ample time for Mark and I to . . . well, you know.

Waiting for that afternoon was the longest wait of my life, I wondered what he would do to me. I have never been in any kind of situation like this before and I was both nervous and totally hot!

I woke up and ate breakfast, but not too much because I already had a stomach full of butterflies. When I was finished eating I sat at the computer. I checked my usual sites, but I wasn’t paying attention to anything I was reading. I couldn’t get my mind off the coming event.

I checked Lisa’s photography website and saw that she had posted the nude photos of Mark. She had only posted the very best ones that fit the “story line” she was going for and I read some of the comments that were already posted. Many of the comments were about lighting, shadows, and all kinds of photography critiques, but there were also plenty of remarks on the nude male figure she had chosen—AKA “The Naked Swimmer”! I was so titillated from reading the words written about Mark’s hard body that I unconsciously began to touch myself “down there”.

Looking at the pictures again just got me more and more worked up, I didn’t want to orgasm yet, because I wasn’t sure if it would make it harder to later when he was here, so I checked my e-mail and tried to distract my urges.

Mark had sent me a short e-mail about his feelings for me, his love of my naked flesh, and all kinds of sexy things he wanted to make me feel today. I won’t share with you exactly what he said, because that is for me and me alone, but suffice it to say it was hotter than all hell.

I couldn’t take it; I couldn’t wait. I locked my bedroom door, pulled my clothes off and fingered myself like crazy right there! I came twice! That has never happened to me before.

I didn’t take a shower right after that. I wanted to be totally clean when Mark arrived so I would take my shower around 1:30PM. My parents asked me if I wanted to go to the game, but I made up an excuse and told them I wanted to stay home today. I told my Dad I was going to mow the lawn and that shut him up right there. That guy would let you do anything you wanted if you mowed the lawn for him!

I finished the lawn around 1:20ish just as my family was leaving. I was sweaty and smelling terrible, but in a kind of sexy way. I stripped off my clothes and took a shower. I cleaned every square inch of my body at least three times and I caught myself caressing more than scrubbing a few times.

When my shower was done I dried myself and walked nude from the bathroom to my bedroom. The cool air on my fresh skin felt amazing casino oyna and it gave me a shudder to know I would soon be this way in front of Mark. I faced my mirror and looked at my body. I smiled, pleased with my reflection. I ran to the closet and picked out a red sundress Mark had commented on before—he loved sundresses mainly because they showed so much skin. I put the dress on—and nothing else.

It was 1:53PM. He would be here soon. The waiting was killing me; the suspense was gnawing at my guts more than any suspense movie could ever have dreamed to accomplish.

I paced the room.

I put on some light music and became oblivious to the sound almost immediately. Then I remembered—the front door was locked. I ran downstairs and unlocked the door. As I did I saw Mark walking toward the house. He was carrying a paper bag. ‘What the hell is in there’, I thought, and I became even more nervous.

I was just going to stand there and let him in, but that’s not how I wanted this to go, so I ran back to my room. I heard the door open and close followed by the deadbolt clanking. I turned my back to my bedroom door and waited. Mark walked slowly up the stairs. I heard the paper bag open as he rummaged with whatever he had brought—’was he into sex toys?’ I hoped not, that is definitely not my thing.

I heard him stop outside my door. He put the paper bag down and it sounded like he was doing something. Then it hit me; he was taking his clothes off! As I instructed, I wanted him nude when he came into my room. I forgot all about that. I’m not sure why I told him that, but I did and being the great guy he is he complied.

I heard him enter the room. I kept my back to him. He hesitated, he placed something on my bed, then came close to me.

Important background information on me. I am one of those chicks that likes the modern day vampire books. Yes, I know they are stupid and more for girls than guys, yes I know they are a little on the effeminate side, but I love the idea of being ravaged by a beast. I like stories where the men are men and they “take” the woman. I have always fantasized about being “taken” by a man—or beast! And it was about to happen.

Mark came up behind me and I felt his hard warm penis press against my butt before any other part of his body. He held a flower in front of me, a daisy! I love daisies and he knows it. That’s what he had in the bag, not some perverted sex toy he knew I wouldn’t enjoy, but my favorite flower.

I love Mark! He is the very best.

I leaned forward and smelled the flower; a joyful moan escaped my lips. He put the flower in my hair and wrapped his arms around me. Mark sunk his face into my neck and kissed it. He sucked on my neck knowing he would leave a small hickey and I imagined my vampire lover sinking his teeth into me, penetrating me, making me his own. Mark’s hand slid up my front and fondled my breast, his other arm was still around my waist and he lifted my feet off the ground sucking my neck even harder. An explosion of nerves fired off throughout my entire body and I went limp in his grip. His naked penis pressed into my back and I imagined how wonderful that must have felt to him; the soft fabric of my dress and the weight of my body sliding up his hard shaft, that must feel amazing to a guy.

Then he leaned down and picked me up the traditional way and carried me to my bed. I was surprised and overwhelmed when I caught a glimpse slot oyna of my bed and saw that it was covered in daisies! He sat me down on the edge of my bed and sat behind me. He rubbed my shoulders. His cool hands worked up and down my back, they felt under the straps of my sundress and then slowly unzipped it. His fingers worked up and down my bare back as the shoulder straps fell onto the sides of my arms.

Mark slipped his hands under my butt and pulled at my dress. To my astonishment, he managed to pull my dress from under me and in one fell swoop; he pulled it over my head and threw it across the room. I now sat there naked on the edge of my bed with my lover behind me massaging my body.

His fingers kneaded into my skin and caressed me. They moved down to the crack of my bare butt, then Mark cupped his hands around my torso and glided them up under my arms as his fingertips brushed the side of my boobs. My loins were on fire now; my nipples were so hard I could almost imagine them firing off my body like missiles!

Mark pulled me back across the bed so that he was sitting with his back against the pillows with me sitting between his open legs. His hard dick resting itself against the small of my back and I could feel his warm, slick, pre-cum sticking to my skin.

He stroked my entire naked body, his hands were everywhere and I loved it.

He touched my breasts, down my stomach, and stopped just above my scorching pussy. He continued lightly kissing the back of my neck and then he lay back forcing me to do the same.

The music had stopped and the room fell silent broken only by the quiet whirling of the ceiling fan and our own breath.

I was lying with my back on top of his nakedness as his fingers tickled my mound. He was gentle. So gentle it almost hurt. Oceans of tingling stimulation spread throughout my abdomen as goosebumps erupted across my bare skin. The breeze from the ceiling fan attached itself to the sweat of my body and cooled my otherwise sweltering form.

His finger entered me and I gasped. Mark had his head resting on my shoulder much like I did to him the previous day. He looked down the front of my body and saw what female masturbation looks like. He watched as his fingers sunk deep inside my body, his other hand lightly rubbing my nipples, his lips gently rubbing the surface of my neck.

I was in erotic splendor. I felt like my body might detonate in a million atoms and destroy the universe from an overexposure of physical pleasure.

Mark really knew what he was doing.

My heart was racing, my toes were curling, and I was moaning his name over and over like a cat in heat. Electrical shocks of euphoria were ravishing my naked body.

An orgasm thundered through my mid-section and my entire body tensed up. I felt every single muscle in my immortal soul for one delightful, joyous, sensual moment tighten and explode. Then as I relaxed I orgasmed again!

I was breathless, sweating; my heart was thudding in my chest. I looked down and watched as my bare breasts undulated under my heavy breathing. I don’t think I was ever so aroused by the sight of my own glistening nude body before that moment. Perhaps because I was seeing it as Mark saw it; and he loved it. I could feel his dick throbbing harder and harder as he rubbed it into my back under the weight of my bare skin.

Then he dropped me off his body and rolled around to face me. This was the canlı casino siteleri first time I had actually looked at him and he had a look of pure wanton desire in his eyes. He grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulders. He planted his face into my labia as his tongue slipped in and licked my sexual fluid. He pleasured me with his mouth for a long time, licking, sucking, and rubbing his lips across me. I writhed under his lust; I have never felt such fire in my body before. I orgasmed again and again. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this way.

My body was overcome with an almost unbearable passion.

Mark was fucking me raw and I loved it! I started to realize I was that girl that you hear about, the one that is so repressed that when she lets loose she really lets loose. My mind was filled with the word fuck!

I wanted to fuck. I wanted to be fucked, I wanted to fuck him, and I wanted us to fuck like fucking feral fucking beasts.

FUCK!

Mark came up for air and climbed up to face me. He sunk his tongue into my mouth and I tasted my own sex on him.

Then his fingers found my aching pussy again and sunk in, he began rubbing me harder and harder while his other fingers pressed on the outside of the same area. I fell back in agonizing ecstasy, my back arched, my head resting against the bed my legs were folded over with my pelvis thrusting toward him as he rubbed me, unmercifully. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I orgasmed more than ever before. My body actually spasmed after that last one and I really thought I couldn’t take anymore

Then he gave me a break. Mark snuggled up against me and spooned with my body. He very gently nuzzled me and grazed my skin with his light touch. He rubbed his fingers across my belly and said such sweet things to me. This guy really is a romance novel—and he is all mine!

I don’t know how long we laid there, but I could have stayed that way forever. Then slowly but surely Mark started rubbing my body more and more, his kisses turned from soft and gentle to passionate yet again. His dick never softened, but seemed to harder even more than before—he is insatiable.

Among the daisies on my bed Mark had placed a condom and he now opened it. I took it from him and carefully fitted it over his inflexible penis, just like I learned in sex class. His eyes found mine and we both realized this was the moment. This was the point we haven’t arrived at before now.

Mark kissed me very sensitively once more then carefully slid his hard cock into me. The feeling was amazing. My sex closed around his penis and I could feel it making its way further and further into me. We locked our lips together and played with our tongues as Mark slowly began pumping his pulsating dick into my body.

I loved it. I looked at him and saw an expression of pure ecstasy on his face.

Then, just as I thought to myself that this day could not get any better, it got a whole lot worse. To my horror I heard my Father’s car door slam, followed by two other doors slamming.

My family was home.

“HOLY FUCK!” I yelled and pushed Mark off me. I totally panicked. If my Father caught us he would murder Mark so many times he would never survive it and Mark knew it. He jumped up and tried to figure out what to do as my family entered the house. I ran to the hallway to retrieve his clothes, the paper bag and anything else that would give us away. I had a sheet wrapped around me and grabbed Mark’s stuff as I caught a glimpse of the shapes of my Mother, Father and Brother entering the house. When I turned around to give Mark his clothes I was shocked to see he already climbed out of the bedroom window!

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Jane’s heart took a step sideways in her chest as she veered her car towards the familiar interstate exit. She felt her lips begin to swell as her imagination outran her exhausted car the last 3 miles towards her destination. The Virginia creeper had changed the country side in the last three years, its long vines slowly covering every tree and rock in a wave of unrelenting green. The trees bending to the weight of the vines, created large spires amongst the waves of ivy. As the otherworldly countryside rushed by, she found comfort that the exit sign still showed a sun bleached green background with faded white font for exit 268.

Am I doing the right thing? The last time we did this we almost broke each other apart.

Jane’s mind flashed with memories of Norman’s body pressing firmly against her own and tilting his head down to kiss her. She felt heat start to rise in her lips when she thought of how perfect his jawline looked when she kissed him. The rhythmic tingle in her full lips began to travel down through her body…. A car horn blare flung Jane back into reality. A truck with a rusted out bed, zoomed passed her car and through the traffic stop. She looked down to find her right hand pressing down hard into the soft fabric of her skirt. Jane slowly pulled her hand away, her index finger and thumb wet with herself. As she put her hand back onto the the steering wheel, she noticed a wet spot of her proudly donned the front of her skirt.

How bahis firmaları can I be this horny and have not seen him yet?! Shit!

The traffic light changed to a glaring red and Jane finally looked around and realized she missed Norman’s apartment turn off by a block. Jane sighed as she surveyed the deserted intersection. How did she miss driving 3 miles?

The traffic light flashed green and Jane made a u-turn as she grumbled at herself for acting like a lustful teenage girl. They had started out just as close friends. Her sexual attraction towards Norman had been slowly shaped and sculpted over the years.

When Jane first meet Norman she wasn’t looking to date anyone, college was for making friends and having fun. And Norman didn’t seem to be looking for a partner either, or at least not in her, at first.

Jane turned into the apartment complex and found a parking spot immediately next to the exit.

Jane flipped down the the car mirror and checked her make-up for the 30th time. She smoothed our her short black skirt and pulled up her right thigh high stocking that had fallen down over the course of the drive.

Ok, you are here. Time to leave the car. Breathe.

Jane’s hands remained on the steering wheel as she felt her stomach butterflies double in size. She let out a long slow breath and turned off the car.

The air was crisp and cold as Jane made her way across the parking lot and into the stairwell. The kaçak iddaa cold somehow caused her already hard nipples to become even more hot and sensitive. As Jane began to climb the stairs she became distracted by the amazing feeling of her dress shifting across her tender nipples. By the time she was at Norman’s front door, she felt that she was filled to bursting.

She knocked on Norman’s door. No answer. No sound. The silence stretched out, wind cut through the stairwell and Jane’s skirt danced up her thigh, her firm ass briefly exposed. Jane place a hurried hand on the wild skirt and then tried the door again. The door swung slightly inward as if left crack opened.

“Norman?”

What is he up to? We have only talked on the phone, we haven’t seen each other in so long and this is the greeting I get?

Jane swung the front door wide, revealing empty hallway.

“Norman?”

Oh no! What if I’m in the wrong place?!

Jane face flushed as she dug into her purse for her phone. She checked her phone and then looked at the bold black numbers 1253 printed on the wall on the right of the door.

Does he just want me to walk in? Ugh, Fine. I’ll play his game.

Jane crossed the threshold into the warm apartment, head tilted a high, eyes glued to the still empty hallway. A column at the end of the hallway blocked Jane’s view from the rest of the apartment. She silently walked short quick steps and peer around the column. The apartment kaçak bahis expanded into an open kitchen, living area, with an attached balcony.

Time stopped when Jane’s eyes caught Norman’s nude body casually lounging on the balcony. He was reclining on a lawn chair that ran parallel to the balcony door, giving Jane a full view of Norman. Her eyes danced over the body she imagined so many times, the sun leaving nothing to hide.

Norman looked into the living room and smiled. His right hand slowly crept down his body towards his growing cock. Jane walked towards the balcony, her eyes never leaving that ever growing dick as Norman leisurely stroked himself.

Jane wordlessly stepped out onto the balcony and faced him full on. Norman’s head began swell as she climbed on top of him.

He smells even better than I remember.

Jane felt deliciously overwhelmed as they began to explore each other. Her lips hovered over his neck as her smell filled him. She could feel his cock press firmly against her wet skirt. Jane closed her eyes as her left hand traced across his chest. His lips hungrily found hers. Jane began to shake. Norman smiled as he pulled his soft lips away and looked into her eyes. “I’ve missed your touch Jane”

Jane let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding and her body began to shake less. Reaching up with her left hand, Jane pulled his head closer to hers and kissed him again. She let out a small moan as she felt him push himself harder against her. Jane lifted her hips, willing to have him inside her. Norman pulled away his perfect lips again and gave her a wicked smile.

“Baby, you have to earn that.”

– [ ]

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This is the story of the Lady Gypsy and the Oak Spirit. Our gypsy woman was wild – wild with repressed desire – searching for a release. Her patient shire horse slowly hauled her gypsy caravan through the summer dusk of the English countryside.

The oak tree attracted her – somewhere to camp for the night – under its ageless boughs. The night grew darker as she settled down for the evening around her small campfire. Tired but longing for release she leant back against the oak tree, her pulled up her gypsy skirt and began stroke the naked plump moist playground that she exposed.

The sensations that that touch released were breathtaking – her head fell back as she gasped with delight – mmmmmm.

A slight noise startled her and she froze. She could see a pair of naked legs across flickering campfire light. Above the legs in the darkness a sexy dark voice said “Oh, don’t stop Gypsy; I am enjoying this as much as you.”

To prove his words he dropped to his knees and she could see his cock – standing free – hard as a log and glistening at the tip. Though the darkness hid his face his obvious excitement coursed lust through her veins and she continued her wanton fondling. Our gypsy canlı bahis woman spread her legs a little wider to encourage his interest – she used her wet and sticky fingers to spread her lips – and was rewarded by an impulsive jerk from his dick.

He started to play with his hard cock – building up speed as the Gypsy plunged fingers into herself with one hand and frigged her clit with the other – the sight of his precum, and the awareness of his building orgasm, took her to the edge – she started to moan and and squirm- then went ballistic as he tugged himself to a massive cum.

He shot his load – a full long stream of cum shooting onto the fire between them – sizzling and spitting as she exploded in a shattering surge of release.

He stood up and drifted back out of the firelight. “Wait,” she called “who are you?”

There was a rustling of the leaves above her and a sexy dark voice called back “The Spirit of the Oak, sweet Gypsy woman – call again whenever you are horny”

The Gypsy woman opened her eyes – and looked around her – the fire had all but gone out her skirt was around her waist – exposed and tingling? – what had happen? – had she dreamt it? That satisfied tingling bahis siteleri between her legs – it must have been a wet dream – she had cum in her sleep – wow! A first!

The gypsy woman climbed into her van and stripped off for bed – lying naked on her sheet she fell asleep and dreamt. She dreamt that the Oak Spirit was sitting on the side of her bed stroking her body – lightly down along her arm – across her chest – his finger circling her nipple – watching it start to engorge and stiffen. He cupped the tit – full and heavy – squeezing the nipple up and tight so that his lips could gently brush it – then pulling it into his mouth – savouring it – rolling around his tongue. The gypsy woman’s dream had her reaching for the Oak Spirit’s body in return – stroking the hairs on his arm as her hand drifted to his chest. His head was now working down her body nibbling towards her curly pubes – his destination inevitable.

As his face brushed through her hair her excitement grew, her hands held his head as her pelvis lifted to his face. She heard him sniff her fragrance in- felt the cool air being sucked over her swollen, wet, keen clit. He swung around and lifted a leg over her head offering bahis şirketleri his groin and all that it boasted. His cock rested hot and hard against her cheek as she buried her face in his tight like acorns balls, and he snuffed around her eager cunt.

Time blurred as the 2 bodies explored each other – teasing the sensuous glands with noses, tongues, chins, eyebrows, breath. Their pace started to quicken together – the Oak Spirit was doing wonderful things to our gypsy woman – she could not see what he was doing – but she could experience the heavenliness of his touch.

They enjoyed their cums together – his nose sniffing the musk – his tongue deep inside her – his chin lightly rubbing her clit. She licked the skin behind the balls, applying pressure as she wanked his twitching dick over her tits – a generous stickily outcome.

Her dream faded and she slept on – her whole body totally relaxed for the first time in days.

Next morning our gypsy woke late – she lay there remembering the dream – then recognising the tingling in her groin. “Oh dear,” she thought “another wet dream – that’s weird”. She swung her legs to the floor and absentmindedly ran one hand through her hair, the other over her chest. The skin was flaking – there was dried cum all over her tits.

“It must have been real!” she thought – and then noticed the tiny acorn jammed in her tummy button. “mmmmmmmmm I might stop here awhile.”

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Lauren sighed expansively.

It was Wednesday afternoon. She had snuck out to the Day Spa – a quick little massage would mark the highlight of her week. A small indulgence and a chance to forget about the stressors of work and home, pressing deadlines and maintaining a marriage.

But instead of reveling in the feeling of strong hands running over her tight little body, she was stuck idling in the waiting room. Tapping her foot. Her phone had died, there were no magazines. She was literally dying of boredom.

Apparently the spa staff was having an emergency staff meeting. The receptionist, a lovely little dark haired woman, had gone so far as to lock the front door before disappearing into the back – assuring Lauren and the other waiting patron that it shouldn’t be long – just a small delay.

The other patron.

Lauren allowed her eyes to drift over him just once more.

She had noticed him here before. But, then again, who wouldn’t notice him. Chiseled jaw, fit, broad shoulders, striking eyes. Tall, dark, and handsome – as the saying goes. Cliche, sure, but it suited him. Lauren didn’t know his name, nor anything else about him, of course, other than that he frequented a day spa during the middle of the work week.

The young woman averted her gaze a moment before it turned into a leer, and squirmed deeper into the generous padding of the lounge chair. It was comfy, and that was something, at least.

As a married woman, she really shouldn’t be staring at strange men, anyway. But then again, noticing a handsome man wasn’t so big of a transgression. Her husband occasionally noticed beautiful women, didn’t he? And it wasn’t like she was drooling over the other man – not enough to make him uncomfortable. A victimless crime, and a small one at that.

Lauren saw a movement out of the corner of her eye, but she resisted the urge to glance back towards him.

She didn’t want to think about work. She didn’t want to think about her home life. She was so busy, she wanted to relax. She cast about for something relaxing – something fun to dwell on.

And she kept coming back to the stranger in the corner. She didn’t want to think about what he might smell like. But she did think about it. She didn’t want to think about what he might feel like. But she did think about it. She tried to think about the novel she was reading, but it was full of tall, dark, handsome men and what they like to do with beautiful women. Lauren wasn’t about to sit here and fantasize about sex with tall, dark, handsome men.

She let herself look him over again. He looked so lean and so hard. This time he caught her staring. His piercing eyes met hers, just for a moment. Lauren smiled, then looked away, embarrassed – a little fluttery. She felt her cheeks grow hot and hoped that it wasn’t too obvious.

Finally, she gave in. If she had to choose between being bored or fantasizing about sex – why not fantasize? Still victimless, and barely a crime at all. Lots of people have sex fantasies about handsome strangers in the waiting room of the spa.

She wriggled her hips, just the barest movement, as she cuddled even deeper into the expansive lounge chair and let her eyes drift shut.

She imagined catching his eyes again. She imagined biting her lip. She imagined glacing pointedly at the man’s lap. In her mind’s eye she saw the stranger’s eyes go a little wide. She saw him shift in his chair, and adjust his pants.

She smiled, for real, just to herself. It was a fun thought – to see if she could seduce this man. From total stranger to satisfied lover in a mere handful of minutes.

Lauren couldn’t help but bet she could do it. She was, even if she was being modest, smoking hot. And she knew her way around a seduction. Back in her pre-married days she had been quite good at tripping men into bed with her.

Of course, this was entering dangerous territory. She WAS married, after all. And happily married, too. Lauren glanced around the room. There wasn’t even a clock. How long had they been left waiting? How much longer would they be left waiting?

Lauren tried to resist, but she stole one very last glance at the man. He was, to her surprise, already looking at her. Their eyes met, again.

Lauren bit her lip.

Her heart stopped. She hadn’t intended to do it. It just happened. She glanced down and her face went hot again. She was sure that she was blushing prettily, this time. She glanced nervously güvenilir bahis back up.

The man’s face quirked into a smile. Those beautiful eyes narrowed, just a hair.

Lauren smiled back, and shrugged her shoulders. He gave a half shrug back. Neither broke the gaze.

Unbidden, Lauren’s little fantasy came rushing to the front of her mind. She should have thought of her husband, but she was bad. She thought about this stranger’s cock instead.

And then she ran her tongue over her lip.

Oh. Shit. She definitely hadn’t meant to do that. What on Earth was wrong with her?

The man’s smile broadened into a grin. And he did shift in his chair. And he did adjust his pants. Lauren looked down at his lap and saw an impressive tenting.

A stranger to a lover, in a handful of minutes… A mouthful of minutes.

It was a terrible thought to have, but Lauren was feeling a little mischievous – a little naughty. No harm in a little flirting. It wasn’t like she was actually ever going to touch the man.

Lauren smiled again, bigger this time – her hand drifted up to her mouth. Her lips parted, just a hair. She felt her traitorous tongue dart out and tease the first knuckle of her index finger. She felt her lips drift over her skin.

But of course, Lauren didn’t want to kiss her own skin. She didn’t want to tease something as dainty as her own finger. She felt her other hand reaching up towards the top button of her blouse…

The man across from her glanced towards the door leading into the parlor – checking to see if anyone was coming, and then slouched down in his chair, just a bit. Offering easier access to his pants.

Lauren understood the invitation. She wondered if she really could do it – get a total stranger off.

Lauren stood up.

What the hell was she thinking, she admonished. This wasn’t what she wanted to do. Her heart was pounding, her body was hot.

She looked across the room at the handsome stranger.

There was still time to stop this. Or, at least, there was if she really wanted to.

But also, oh, it was what she wanted to do.

And she took a step towards him, undoing another button or two on her blouse along the way. Letting her hips swing alluringly. Putting her most confident face on – a naugty grin, a smoldering gaze.

And she sank onto her knees in front of him. She placed her hands on his thighs. Of course he didn’t pull away from her touch. In the cool waiting room, the warmth of his body was inviting.

This was bad.

“Hey,” she said coyly to him.

“Hey,” he said gruffly to her.

With that, Lauren reached out and started to undo the man’s belt buckle – slowly, careful to not let the metal pieces rattle around too much. She gently tugged on the zipper, and reached into his pants, pulling his cock out into the world.

He was already fully erect – hot and hard and huge. Lauren made a small growling noise from the back of her throat, and she allowed her hand to gently stroke up and down his shaft.

She met his eyes again as she brought her lips to the tip of his cock. Her hot tongue darted out as she tasted him. She smiled as she began to run her smooth lips over his tip – relishing the sensation. She purred as she felt him thrust up towards her, but she twisted her head to the side, denying him entry.

She let her eyes flutter closed, enjoying the moment. She felt as the man’s big hands started to run through her hair, pulling her head in closer. This time she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, teasing him with her tongue as she drew him deeper into her mouth.

He moaned.

Not a quiet, stifled moan.

The stranger gave out a deep, full throated moan. If the pair wasn’t so absorbed, they might have been worried that a moan that loud would draw attention.

Then, he closed his eyes, threw his head back and moaned again. Lauren felt his hands grip her ever more tightly, controlling the pace. Lauren felt his hips rocking up towards her. But mostly Lauren felt his red hot cock between her lips, over her tongue. And she loved it.

The man reached down and began fiddling with the buttons of her blouse. Lauren twisted to give him more access. She pulled her hair to the side and thrust out her chest to give him as much of a view as possible. Shortly after her blouse fell completely open, she felt his fingers slide past her bra – they quickly sought out her nipple and began teasing türkçe bahis it.

This time, Lauren moaned, low and deep in her throat. Not so loud as the man had, if for no other reason that her mouth was full.

Lauren allowed one of her hands to hike her skirt up- her delicate fingers quickly found their way past her underwear, seeking her wetness. In short order, they began circling her clit with electric results. She began to rock her hips into her fingers, in time with the stranger’s motions.

With her other hand, Lauren stroked the stranger’s shaft. Up and down in long smooth strokes. Indulging in the unique juxtaposition of incredible softness with incredible hardness. She flicked her tongue around the head and drew her lips up and down. She let her pace pick up as the man grew more and more eager.

But she wanted more. She began to imagine this big, hard cock filling her pussy. She imagined the man’s powerful hips driving strong thrusts into her. Her hand began to twitch a little faster, and they both started to breathe just a little harder. Lauren looked up at the man’s face. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face lifted upwards. He was starting to look a little flushed. Lauren guessed that she was starting to look a little flushed, too.

They heard a door open, and the clacking of heels against the floor.

In a mad dash the pair leapt apart. Lauren turned her back to the hallway, yanking at her skirt and wiggling her hips, trying to smooth it out. Then frantically going to work on the buttons of her blouse.

The man hurriedly sat upright, yanking his coat into his lap. As an afterthought he pulled out his phone and began to pointedly stare at it.

With shaking hands Lauren got a button done, and then another.

No one came.

Lauren got another button up, and another, and another.

And no one came.

The pair shared a quick nervous glance, and no one came. They heard the footsteps again, and the door again.

And they waited in silence.

Finally, Lauren let out a small, nervous giggle. The man let out a relieved sigh. For all Lauren knew, he had been holding his breath the entire time.

They made eye contact again, gauging each other. They were both flushed and their breathing was still irregular. Neither was certain if the moment could be reclaimed, and so neither made a bold move – and it would have taken a very bold move.

So Lauren returned to her seat. As she did, she heard the man redoing his belt and his zipper.

She sat back down in the plush chair and she tried to get comfortable. She fidgeted. She squirmed. She twisted this way and that. But mostly she dwelled on the heat between her legs and the emptiness in her mouth. And she squirmed and she squirmed and she squirmed.

Across the room, she saw the man move his hand under his coat and adjust himself, and them deliberately place his hand back in the open. He shifted. He adjusted himself again. He shifted again. He stared disinterestedly at his phone. Then at the hallway into the spa. Then at the front door. He looked anywhere and everywhere, but he did not look at Lauren.

A few minutes passed like this. Things were slowly growing more uncomfortable. Neither of the pair were cooling down, and neither of the pair was quite ready to grapple with the enormity of the transgression that had just taken place, and neither of the pair was quite willing to try to restart things – which of course is what they were both actually wishing would happen.

After a time, Lauren gave up on getting comfortable in the chair again. She stood up and began pacing. She walked to the receptionist’s counter, turned, walked to the door, turned. Counter, turn, door, turn, counter. She leaned up against the counter, her back to the room. She spread her hands across the cool, smooth wood.

Behind her, the man spoke, “I think I’m out of time to wait around,” he paused, “Do you see the keys to the front door on the desk?”

Lauren began to look.

And then she felt warm, big, strong hands on her waist. And she felt a warm, thick, hard rod pressing up against her backside. And she sighed in pure bliss. She leaned back into the man, her head coming to rest on his broad, strong chest. One of his hands slid under the hem of her shirt and began to drift over her skin – slowly, teasingly upwards towards her breasts.

The man rumbled something in the back of his throat. It could have been words. It could güvenilir bahis siteleri have just been a growl – Either way, Lauren didn’t care. She was lost in the caresses. So, so happy to be touched again.

The man hiked her skirt up. He pushed her slowly and firmly forwards, bending her over the counter. He deftly pulled her lacy underpants to one side. She was still so slick, and still so swollen. She was desperate to be filled.

And then, oh so slowly, he slid his cock inside her.

Lauren sighed expansively.

He felt even bigger now than he had in her mouth. Bigger and hotter and softer and harder. The man’s big hands gripped Lauren’s dainty waist and he pulled her back against him – thrusting himself deep inside her. Lauren moaned softly, and the man gave out the smallest of grunts.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the man withdrew. And then slowly he thrust back in. And Lauren moaned again.

The man’s pace slowly increased- his hands continuing to guide Lauren’s motions.

Lauren shifted her weight onto one arm, bending over further to allow the man even deeper access, and she slid her other hand back to her clit – stroking in time with the man’s thrusts.

She twisted slightly so that she could look back over her shoulder – watching the man as he fucked her.

He reached out, first sliding his hand up her neck and then gripping her loosely by the chin. He ran his thumb over Lauren’s lips. Lauren automatically parted her lips at the touch, and he ran his thumb over them again. Lauren tried to twist her head away from the finger, but he held her chin firmly, preventing the motion. And her traitorous tongue darted out and her lips parted further. She sucked the thumb in, and she ran her tongue over it. She teased it tenderly with her teeth.

And her hand between her legs began to work more frantically, first circling her clit and then seeking out more and more direct contact.

And of course the man behind her grew more excited, too. His thrusts grew faster and stronger and deeper. His hand on her waist grew tighter.

The world shrank until only they remained. A world of heat and wetness, and of hands and fingers. A world of lips and teeth and tongues.

And the pace quickened.

As Lauren felt her climax building, she began to moan – a breathless, high-pitched gasp. Her motions grew more frantic and wild. She squeezed her eyes shut and her hand worked furiously between her legs. She sucked the man’s thumb deeper into her mouth – so, so happy to be filled at both ends at this moment. She thrust herself ever more firmly up against the man.

And then their private little world exploded. The man’s hips twiched and he groaned as he filled Lauren even more completely. Lauren’s release was even more powerful – she saw stars, she saw colors, she went weak in the knees. Their breath was ragged and their faces and chests were deeply flushed. Lauren leaned back up against the man, and they held each other tightly for a moment.

The man stepped away, and he tucked himself back into his pants.

And then he grabbed the keys off the counter, walked over to the door, and let himself out.

As he was leaving he said, “Do you mind locking it behind me?” And then he stepped out.

Lauren locked the door, and returned the keys to the receptionist’s counter.

And then she settled back into her chair.

She sat for a while in perfect silence and perfect stillness – dwelling on the stellar orgasm.

Lauren was just starting to wrangle with the enormity of this transgression. A little fantasy is perfectly harmless. A little flirting isn’t so bad. Maybe even stealing a quick kiss would be forgivable. But today Lauren had ….

Just as she was starting to make that admission to herself, just as she was starting to well and truly return to reality, Lauren heard footsteps again. The receptionist emerged from the back, followed closely by a masseur – Blond haired, blue eyed, heavily muscled, massive hands – he looked all the more impressive framing the pretty little receptionist. If anything, he was even more beautiful than the stranger was.

“We’re so, so sorry for the delay Lauren. Did Tom have to leave? We’re ready for you now – and we’re going to upgrade your package today, and of course it will all be free. We just can’t thank you enough for bearing with us through that. Steven will be taking very good care of you.”

Looking at this incredible mountain of a man and this delicate young woman, Lauren felt a familiar heat spread through her body. Well, figuring out what to say to her husband could wait.

She might as well indulge in one more fantasy, first.

Lauren stood up.

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I nursed my fourth glass of Baileys and watched resentfully as my colleague Jewel worked her charm on Niles, the new guy at the office. She was standing so close to him, as he sat on a stool at the bar, her 32F breasts were practically in his face. When she had approached him earlier he had offered her the stool, but she had smilingly declined, knowing that standing would be to her advantage as it would put her best assets in his line of vision. She was savvy like that.

Within minutes most of the guys from the office were crowded around the pair of them, watching her courtship dance. The better looking amongst them had experienced it firsthand. She had bragged to me in detail of how she had fucked them and dropped them as soon as someone new had turned up. Yet most of them lived in the hope that she would one day fuck them again. On their faces I could see the pity and the envy of the poor sucker who would soon be joining her discarded-lovers club.

She and I were the only females working in the IT department. The guys respected me because I was as knowledgeable as any of them. They secretly laughed when Jewel failed to find a reported fault, only for one of us to discover that it was the most basic of problems—sometimes as simple as an accidentally disconnected device. We all agreed that she must have been interviewed for the job by some man from Human Resources who had taken one look at her bosom and offered her the position.

Usually I didn’t care what she did. I had never been jealous of her because I sensed that underneath all the outrageous clothing was a very insecure woman. But today was my twenty-fifth birthday and I had invited them all for an after-work drink at the nearby wine bar to help me celebrate. I had put two hundred and fifty bloody pounds behind the bar. They had all been laughing and chatting with me, until she’d turned up.

Earlier in the day I had been a little disappointed that none of them had bought me a gift or even a birthday card. And before this evening I had thought that they were my friends.

Just before we had left the office at four, I had quickly popped to the Ladies to apply make-up and spray on some scent. I was looking my best and feeling great.

The first half an hour had been as great as I was feeling, I’d had the guys’ undivided attention and they had been enthusiastically throwing back the free drinks I’d provided.

Jewel had told us to go ahead, that she would meet us at the bar. Thirty minutes later she’d made her dramatic entrance, changed from the scandalously low-cut top and skinny jeans she had worn to work to a red dress which plunged almost to her navel in front and showed the crack of her tiny ass at the back.

The guys had slowly drifted in her direction as if she were a man-magnet. I soon realized that they had only come because I had generously offered to supply free drinks.

“Do you want to share a cab later, Petra?” asked William, still sitting beside me probably because there was not enough ‘man’ in his body for Jewel’s magnet to attract.

He was our top IT specialist and a really sweet guy. But none of us could decide if he was straight, gay or lesbian. I discovered during the last Tube strike, when he had kindly offered me a ride on a rather sleek BMW K1200S motorcycle, that he had recently bought a house two corners away from mine in Islington.

“Sure,” I agreed, with a shrug. The night had already cost me a bundle, I might as well cut costs where I could.

“Let me know when you are ready,” he said, giving me a sympathetic smile.

“You know, William, I think I’ll leave now,” I said, suddenly making up my mind.

I was already pissed off. If I waited around to watch the guys get drunker and drunker at my largesse while they leered at Jewel’s chest I might burst a blood vessel.

***

The rain was pouring when we got outside. A miserable end to my miserable birthday.

“Wait here,” William said, pulling the hood of his anorak up over his head. “I’ll get a cab and come back for you.”

He dashed off through the rain as I stood blessedly dry under the overhang at the entrance. He was a sweetheart, but though I have a real soft spot for underdogs, I would rather go home and masturbate than have a sympathy fuck from William. Sexually I’m attracted to macho men. My last three boyfriends were all in the building trade. Rough men with necks as thick as my thighs, and brains to match. I like fucking to be basic not intellectual.

Minutes later a black taxi pulled up to the kerb in front of me. William opened the door and gestured for me to get in. I’d thought that he had meant a mini-cab; a black taxi would cost twice as much. It was just as well that he had offered to split the cost.

We drove for about twenty-five minutes in silence.

“You are much prettier than Jewel,” he said finally.

“It’s sweet of you to say so, William, but we both know that’s not really true.”

I had a regular face: two eyes, a nose and a very sexy canlı bahis şirketleri mouth guys told me—though they might have meant a ‘sex’ mouth because they also tell me that I give great blowjobs.

“I think you are prettier,” William insisted. “I’m sure she looks terrible without makeup.”

“Even if she has a face like a weasel under her makeup,” I told him, “her chest would make up for it.”

We both smiled and lapsed into silence again until the taxi turned into my street and he said, “I’ve bought you a gift, but I didn’t want to bring it to the office. Do you want to come to my place to get it?”

If any of my other male colleagues had made the offer I would have agreed instantly. I doubted very much that William was planning to rip my clothes off and have his wicked way with me, and I didn’t fancy spending the rest of the night playing computer games with him. Especially since he would win every one.

“Thanks, William, but I’ll wait until Monday.”

As the taxi pulled up to my door, he surprised me by getting out and saying, “As it’s your birthday, I’ll pay for the taxi.”

“Thanks.” I opened my front door and stood in the doorway to make sure he understood that I wasn’t inviting him inside. I planned to drink some more Baileys and then try out the new Rampant Rabbit Three Way Vibrator I’d bought myself for my birthday. I was already getting wet thinking about it. William might cramp my style by overstaying his welcome. I said gently but firmly, “Good night, William.”

“Good night, Petra.” As he turned and walked away I thought I heard him say, “I’m an ass man, myself.”

But after four double Baileys I couldn’t trust my hearing.

Tossing my bag unto the table, I took a tall glass out of the cupboard and filled it at my fridge’s ice dispenser. The litre bottle of Baileys that I had started the night before was still on the coffee table where I’d left it. My mouth watered as I poured the creamy liquid slowly over the ice cubes, filling the glass to the rim.

It was a relief to kick off my four-inch heels, sink onto my leather recliner and massage my aching feet. I always wore flat shoes and sensible clothes to work, yet I doubted that any of the guys had noticed that I had made a special effort today. I had hoped that Tyrone would have come home with me tonight. He was strongly built, but not attractive enough for Jewel. She’d told me that she would fuck him if nothing else was available, but there always was. He occasionally flirted with me and I’d thought that he was interested, but the way he had been ogling Jewel tonight I doubted that he remembered that I was alive. The next time he came sniffing around me I would take great pleasure in telling him to buzz off!

Reaching for the glass, now deliciously frosted, I noticed an unfamiliar card among the spilled contents of my bag. It was a plain white card with an even plainer message: ‘Sexy lady, call me if you want a night to remember.’

Where had it come from?

I thought for a moment and then laughed out loud. The guys must have picked it up from a telephone kiosk and slipped it into my bag while I wasn’t looking. They always jokingly teased me that the only way I could have sex is if I paid for it. I scrunched up the card and tossed it back on to the table.

Taking a sip of Baileys, I leaned back against the chair. The night had been a disaster. Thank God I hadn’t put the entire five hundred pounds behind the bar as I had originally planned. I would have definitely burst that blood vessel.

Tomorrow I would go to the West End and blow the rest of it on whatever took my fancy: a pair of shoes or a nice bag. I would have blown it on the guys if they had acted right. I’ll blow it on myself instead, I decided. I turned my head lazily to ensure that the remaining two hundred and fifty pounds were still safely inside my bag and caught sight of the crumpled card. Suddenly it clicked—Tyrone, that sneaky devil! He must have created the card specially for me. All that pretending that he had lost interest had only been a cover.

I hastily smoothened the card and misdialled the listed mobile number twice before I got it right.

A husky male voice answered, “Hello?”

There was music in the background. He was still at the wine bar.

“Are you available to come to my house tonight?” I asked, playing along.

“What’s your address?”

I gave it to him, although I had given it to him two weeks ago with an invitation to visit me whenever he was free.

“Sorry, my car’s being fixed and it would cost too much to come by cab tonight. I’ll jump on a bus and be at your house for ten tomorrow evening.”

He was good. His accent sounded different, almost American.

“Stop fooling around, Tyrone.”

“Tyrone? Lady, you’ve got the wrong guy.”

Shit! It really wasn’t Tyrone!

Suddenly I thought, Fuck you guys for fucking with me! I’m a liberated woman. I earn enough money to pay a man to fuck me if I want to!

“Look, today’s canlı kaçak iddaa my birthday. I will pay you two hundred and fifty pounds if you come tonight,” I enticed. He seemed to need the money and I really didn’t need another pair of shoes or another bag.

The guys would be stunned on Monday when I thanked them for the card and told them what a brilliant time I’d had.

“Okay,” he said, after a long pause. “I’ll be there in half an hour.”

He turned up ten minutes later than promised and in a Spiderman outfit. I immediately regretted making the call. He was skinny. Well, not skinny, he was lean and lightly muscled—I’d wanted built like an ox with rippling muscles. He was short, only about two or three inches taller than my five-foot-six. I wanted six-foot-two or -three, or even -six. And a superhero given superpowers after being bitten by a spider is just not sexy as far as I’m concerned. I usually run a mile when I see one of those eight-legged creatures. Once I didn’t shower for two days just because a monstrously large daddy longlegs took up residence in my bathroom and refused to leave.

It looked as though my disappointing night was set to become even more disappointing. He looked as though he would give me the night to remember I wanted—one so bad I’d never forget it!

I wondered if he would take fifty pounds and leave quietly.

“You said it was your birthday?” he asked, stepping through the door and into my house before I could tell him that I had changed my mind. Then I noticed the word ‘Webman’ written across the chest of his suit and realized that it was not quite the same design as my not-so-favourite superhero. Now, that was a much cooler name, and I could associate it with the World Wide Web, instead of something spun by a horrible hairy creature.

“Yes,” I confirmed, realizing that he was waiting for a response.

“Then I’m going to give you an extra special treat.” He walked straight over to the coffee table and drained my half-filled glass without asking. “Ice-cubes, just the thing.”

I opened my mouth to reprimand him for his lack of manners, but he pulled me down onto his lap as he sat in the chair and kissed me before I could draw breath, slipping his tongue deep into my mouth.

I hadn’t given any thought to what we would do when he got here, but whatever it was I had assumed that I would be the one in control. Kissing has always felt more intimate than sex for me. I’ve had two one-night stands and hadn’t kissed either guy. One of them, a semi pro-footballer I’d met at a pub had gotten angry and called me a ‘slag’ because I refused to kiss him although I had gone down on him and swallowed.

I tried to twist out of Webman’s embrace. His sinewy arms tightened around me and I was powerless to move as he plundered my mouth for several minutes. I struggled weakly, but I loved the way he took control.

He seemed to sense that I was just putting up a token resistance and continued.

Finally breaking the kiss, he grabbed my wrists and held them behind my back as he opened the buttons of my shirt one-handed. Slipping his red-leather gloved hand into my lace bra, he freed my right breast and covered my nipple with his mouth. He teased it with his tongue and teeth until it was erect, in the process making me drench the tiny gusset of the white lacy thong which matched my bra.

“Perfect,” he murmured as he reached out blindly to the glass behind him on the table, seeming too mesmerized by my elongated, hardened nipple to look away. I had always wanted more breast and less nipple, suddenly I wouldn’t have minded another inch or two of nipple.

He took an ice cube from the glass and sucked it dry before rubbing it against my nipple. It was so cold it burned like fire.

“Perfect, just perfect,” he kept muttering under his breath, watching intently as my nipple grew larger and larger. The ice slowly melted and trickled down my breast, dampening the lace of my bra. When it had almost melted he reached into the glass again and popped a few cubes into his mouth and crunched them as he continued his cold assault on my nipple with a fresh cube. Leaning closer he blew a freezing blast of air across my already frozen nipple making it so painfully hard I feared it would snap off.

“That hurts!” I complained, struggling to free my hands and rescue my nipple.

“I decide what hurts, not you.” He put the remaining ice cube into his mouth and reached for his belt.

Before I knew what he intended he had spun me around and tied the supple leather tightly around my wrists. For the first time a frisson of fear ran through me. He was a stranger and far stronger than he looked.

“Now where were we?” he asked coolly as he turned me back around, placing my legs astride his so that I was facing him fully. The tight, fitted costume flattened his features. If I had to give a description to the police later I doubted that it would be accurate. The only things visible were his eyes, dark, fathomless pools canlı kaçak bahis and his lips, full and soft, and a little feminine.

He picked up a fresh ice cube and attacked my poor nipple again. I bit my lip and threw my head back as I hissed through my teeth. The sensations were so intense I couldn’t decide if they were pleasurable or painful.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he commanded. I want you to watch what I’m doing to you.”

My nipple had never swollen to this size. It was unbearably erotic, like watching another woman’s breast in an extreme state of arousal.

“Do you like pain?” he asked conversationally.

“No,” I denied hastily, deciding that this was not the time to indulge my mild BDSM fantasies.

“Pain can be pleasurable. If I had a pair of nipple clamps I would have demonstrated the pleasure-pain principle to you more effectively, but….”

With that he bent his head and bit my frozen nipple hard. I screamed and involuntarily ground myself against him until the sensation ebbed.

“See what I mean.” Smiling he reached around and unhooked my bra. My left breast emerged, the nipple almost as painfully hard as the other.

“You have perfect nipples for clamps,” he murmured as he dipped his head and took it between his teeth. He exerted just enough pressure to get me wriggling again, trying to get my clit positioned over his erection. He let me enjoy the sweet friction for a few minutes and then moved me away.

“I want you inside me now,” I demanded. Did he forget that I was paying him?

“First, let me see if you deserve my dick,” he responded, coolly slipping his hand between our bodies and touching the gusset of my panties.

“Is that wet enough for you?” I taunted, knowing that I was dripping. An ex-boyfriend had once told me if I bottled my pussy juice and sold it as lubricant I could retire before the age of thirty on the proceeds.

Webman ignored my question as he pulled the scrap of material aside and pushed two gloved fingers inside me. The leather felt strange at first, but soon his long fingers were drenched with my juices and slipping smoothly in and out.

“Time for some dick.” He stood up abruptly, almost tumbling me to the floor.

“Be careful!” I screamed in panic, trying frantically to grasp him around the hips with my legs since my hands were still tied behind my back.

“I wouldn’t let you fall.” He pressed a kiss against my neck, then quickly loosened the belt and re-tied it, so that my arms were now wrapped around the back of the chair.

“It’s too tight,” I moaned.

It was more uncomfortable than painful, but it made me aware once again that I was completely at his mercy.

“Just relax,” he whispered, stroking my arms until I released the tense muscles. “That’s better.”

Kneeling in front of the chair, he draped my legs over the chair handles and flipped up the hem of my short, flared denim skirt.

“Next time don’t shave,” he said, as he slipped the same two fingers under the gusset and up inside me again.

“There won’t be a next…. Ow!”

He had quickly squeezed a third finger alongside the other two and pressed them unceremoniously deeper.

“There will be a next time. And a next,” he informed me, arrogantly holding my gaze and daring me to refute his statement. I wanted to, but my wayward hips were straining upwards to meet the thrust of his fingers. Not bothering to hide his triumph he pressed my pussy lips open with his free hand and buried his fingers to the hilt. “You have a hungry pussy. I bet I could get four fingers, and even my fist, inside you.”

Even as my pussy walls clenched at the thought of him squeezing another finger past my entrance, he stood up and pulled his hand free, leaving me writhing helplessly, my pussy convulsing around the emptiness.

He stepped out of his briefs and his meaty cock, covered in what looked to be a custom-made red leather sheath, sprung free. Using both hands, he smoothed a few tiny ripples out of the fabric and pulled the sheath more securely over his erection before moving back between my legs and spanking my clit with the heavy shaft.

“Naughty, naughty pussy.” He spoke to my clit, completely ignoring me as he placed the head against my entrance and spread his legs slightly, in readiness for his first thrust.

“Aren’t you going to take it off?” I asked in surprise.

“This will stop me from coming too quickly,” he said, breaching my entrance. “And believe me, you haven’t been fucked until you have been fucked by leather.”

He had an unbelievably thick cock and the sheath added to the already substantial girth. My pussy walls were forced relentlessly apart as he pressed deeper, and yet I tilted upwards to take every last millimetre inside me.

“Didn’t your mother warn you not to let strangers into your house?” he asked, staring into my eyes.

“Yes,” I moaned as he withdrew and held himself at my entrance.

“Then you deserve to be punished for being a naughty girl.” Hooking my legs over his arms, he pressed me further into the chair and started a smooth, hard, fast rhythm of partial withdrawal and full deposit.

Greedily I rammed myself against him as I felt the contractions start deep inside my womb.

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Your washing machine has broken, and it’s the weekend – nobody wants to come out to fix it, and you make an appointment for someone to come and look at it the next day.

The problem is, you are going out to dinner with your friends the next day, then on to a club for drinks, and your favourite outfit needs cleaning. You have a pile of other stuff that needs doing too, so hand washing is out of the question.

You decide to take your clothes down to the laundromat, and grab your iPad, to help with the wait.

When you get to the laundromat there is only one other guy there. He is sat reading a magazine, and nods hello. The laundromat is fairly small, and some of the machines are in use, while others have ‘out of order’ stickers on them.

You find the only two machines that are free are next to the seated guy. You set about loading your machine, but as you do so something falls from the pile – it’s a black silk thong – just a tiny triangle of silk and two strings…

The thong lands right in front of the guy, who picks it up, and hands it to you, smiling…

“Thank you,” you say, crimson with embarrassment, and noting on close inspection that the stranger is good looking and muscular under his tight tee shirt and jeans…

“No bother,” he replies, a soft Scottish burr in his deep voice, which you find very attractive, “it wasn’t heavy…”

You finish loading your machine, put the powder and money in and seat yourself across the laundromat to the stranger. You still feel flushed by the embarrassment of flinging your most intimate garment in front of a stranger, but that is coupled with thoughts of how attractive he is, and you wonder if seeing your thong may have given him some ideas…

You think about what he might have said and done instead of handing you your thong. You imagine different scenarios which all end with the stranger fucking you. After all, it has been some time since a man paid you any attention, and you are a woman in her prime…

Thinking about him taking you has your nipples hard, poking against your thin bra and tee shirt. You can feel a gathering dampness between your legs as you note his gaze upon you. There is an arrogance in his direct stare, but it is also playful, as a smile plays across his lips…

By now you are pretty turned on, and reach for your iPad, which you brought to pass the time. You google “good looking men,” and gaze at the photos arrayed before you, imagining what it would feel like to be an object of desire again.

As you imagine more and more detail, you finally search for “big, hard cock.” Some of the pictures are just of the organ itself, others have a full picture of the owner too… You find one that you like the look of – a man standing in profile – muscular, and not unlike the guy across the laundromat. You canlı bahis wonder if that is a subconscious choice, or if it’s just that these are the kind of guys you find attractive…

The guy in the picture has one hand on his erect cock, which looks huge, and with the other hand he is cupping his balls. The combined effect of the picture and the presence of the stranger is to drive pulses of blood direct to your clit. You can feel the wetness beginning between your legs, and you know you are going to have to make yourself come if you are going to retain your composure.

You lift the empty bag that did contain your laundry onto your lap. You unzip your jeans and slide two fingers under your panties, sliding them over your now very wet lips and rubbing your clit…

You sneak a glance at the stranger, and you see that although he is looking in your direction, he seems to be looking beyond you, which almost disappoints you. You are getting off on the thought that maybe he might catch you doing what you are doing, and give you what you need.

“Can I ask you a question?” You hear him say, his words shocking you in the previous silence, a silence broken only by the sound of you frigging your wet pussy. “Yes,” you reply “what is it?”

“Did you know the window behind you becomes reflective when it gets dark?” He asks. You turn and look, and the dusk is now full dark, and the window is indeed as reflective as a mirror. You suddenly realise that the stranger has seen everything you have been looking at on your iPad, and you flush a deep red – maybe he even saw your fingers sliding under your jeans…

“I, I’m sorry,” you stutter, acutely embarrassed at being caught in public looking at hardcore pictures.

“That’s ok,” the guy replies, “you’re entitled to some fun, everybody is, I just thought you should know I could see it, especially since it may also be visible outside in the street.”

His accent, coupled with his now frank appraisal of your body, and the fact that you know that he knows how horny you are, makes you even wetter.

“If you want to keep looking, why don’t you come and sit here,” he indicated the chair next to him, “there’s plenty of room, and you can do what you like without fear of interruption…”

Hesitant, but by now incredibly turned on, you pick up your things and join the stranger. He offers you his hand to shake and says “pleased to meet you, I am Andrew.” You give him your hand to shake, realising too late that your fingers are still wet from stroking your cunt. Andrew notices, smiles, and looking you right in the eyes he pulls your hand to him, and slides your two wet fingers into his mouth…

You can’t help but let out a moan of pure lust, and he guides your hand to the front of his jeans, where you can feel the heat from his cock through bahis siteleri the denim. It feels as hard as an iron bar beneath your fingers, and much larger and thicker than the one in the picture you were just viewing…

“It seems you are in need of more than laundry services,” the stranger says, sliding his fingers inside your jeans, cupping your mons, and slipping his middle finger inside your dripping cunt.

“Yes, oh yes,” you moan, “I need you to fuck me…” Now all control is lost, every thought and sensation is controlled by this mans finger, as he rotates it in your sopping wet cunt, sliding it back and forth over your clit…

“Tell me what you want,” he says, keeping the pressure on your clit as you raise your hips to increase the sensation, now coming in waves in your lower abdomen, you gasp, close to your orgasm…

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers in your ear, his mouth close to your neck so you can feel his hot breath. “I want your cock inside me Andrew,” you moan, “I want you to fuck my cunt…”

You feel your orgasm start, feel your legs quivering, then he abruptly withdraws his hand. You gasp in frustration “noooooooo” you moan “I need it.”

“Not here,” he says, “my apartment is five doors away,” and he pulls you to your feet and leads you to the door. You follow him willingly, watching his tight ass and muscular legs, your pussy desperate to feel them driving his hard cock inside you…

You enter his apartment. It is neat and tidy, minimalist with framed Japanese prints on the wall – a faint scent of vanilla in the air. He leads you into the bedroom, where there is a large mirror by the side of the bed.

“Strip for me,” you hear him say, and you almost tear your clothes off in your desperation to open yourself to this stranger. He slips out of his jeans, takes off his shirt – revealing his hard muscled body, and harder cock, sticking straight up and pulsing with blood, the head looks massive, and you wonder whether you will be able to take it all, even though your pussy is now so wet, you can feel your juices running down your legs…

“Come to me” he says “on your knees.” You fall to your knees, and hear him say “now suck my cock,” and you take him into your mouth, your hand sliding up and down his shaft, your other hand cupping his balls, as you saw in the picture you were looking at in the laundromat.

You feel his hands in your hair, as he slowly fucks your mouth – his hard cock filling your mouth, your fingers going between your legs to frig your cunt, gasping with lust as you suck his hard cock.

“Turn around,” he demands, “and put your hands on the mirror,” you do so, and watch as he comes behind you, his hard cock sliding over your cunt, the incredible heat from his swollen head grinding your clit, your cunt now drenched as you bahis şirketleri gasp with lust, then feeling his cock stretching your cunt, an incredible feeling of fullness as he slides his full length up your hot cunt, one thumb in your ass as he fucks you, the other hand reaching around to frig your clit, and you come hard, your head thrown back, animal sounds coming from your mouth as you come hard on this stranger’s cock, watching him fuck you in the mirror as he rams his hard cock up you…

He withdraws, and you moan with disappointment, feeling bereft now you have lost the feeling that was taking you where you needed to be…

He lays back on the bed, running his hand up and down his cock – wet from your juices – “now ride my cock – facing the mirror so you can see my cock fucking your hot cunt…”

You lower yourself onto his cock, watching in the mirror as you feel it completely filling your cunt, his hands on your ass lifting you until his cock is just inside you, then pulling you hard down onto him, lifting his hips to ram his hard cock right up your dripping pussy…

“Pinch your nipples so I can see it,” he commands, and you comply, the sensation driving your lust. You feel his fingers in your ass, his cock slamming into your soaking cunt, as you throw your head back, crying out his name as you come harder than you ever have before, your juices soaking him as you ride him.

“Now fuck my cock with your tits,” he says, and lifts you off his cock, sitting himself at the edge of the bed. You hold your tits together, pinching your nipples, as you enfold his hot, hard cock with your tits, sliding his cock between them, taking him in your mouth with each stroke as he fucks your tits…

You feel the heat of his cock between your tits, the taste of your own come on his cock as you suck him with each stroke, and you moan with the need to feel him inside you again, to feel his cock ramming hard up your cunt…

He pulls you by the hair, off his cock, pulling you up and seating you as the edge of the bed, and lifting your legs up onto his shoulders – fully opening your cunt to him, “watch me fucking you,” he commands, as he slides his cock into you, slowly, an inch at a time, and you watch as He fucks you, the tension mounting between your legs “rub your clit while I fuck your hot cunt,” he says, and you reach down to comply, his hard cock sliding in and out of you, harder and faster as you watch, and then you are coming again, head thrown back and teeth bared as you surrender to your shattering orgasm, feeling him withdraw and watching him come, thick jets of cum shooting all over your cunt as you climax again, rubbing his cum into your clit…

He gathers you to him, kissing you deeply, you feel his heart beating against your chest, and he tells you how beautiful you are, how incredibly hot, and he wants to hold you forever, but he knows your wash will be finished now, and you have to get back to your husband…

You have the feeling you may be delaying your washing machine repair…

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3 – The Test Drive

“That looks good Sabrina. Very, very good.”

“Thank you, and good morning,” Sabrina replied softly. She smirked at the way Monica was staring. It was all very familiar for her – things had been much the same during her early days at lab. Those who held power over her took pleasure in dressing her up and walking her around.

The costume she’d been given this morning was especially revealing, and in some ways actually quite clever. With well practiced strides she balanced atop transparent acrylic high heels which were quite steep, adding at least five inches. In Monica the retired bikini model’s house swimwear was king, so she wore a hot pink bikini top. Though the straps were well prepared for the stretch of her breasts, the cups certainly were not, as they provided cover for only slightly more than just her nipples. She was constantly, to Monica’s amusement, adjusting to keep them centered over her expansive tits as with her every movement atop those heels the springy straps bounced them about.

The clever part of Sabrina’s outfit was the matching pink hot pants, which had a custom pocket in the front where she could stuff her ponderous genitals. Though it displayed them blatantly with a mighty bulge that dangled and swung between her upper thighs it offered plenty of needed control, keeping them mostly out of the way while she did her errands.

Errands. That was the other thing striking her so familiar about her living situation with the wealthy Monica Swanson. Much like the goddesses she’d seeked to please in that Arizonian lab, she’d found herself fulfilling tasks, like a servant to her master.

Monica was smiling as she approached, her eyes running up and down, taking in the absurd sexuality of her incredibly endowed dual-sexed blonde’s swaying, jiggling gait. She reached out to accept the tumbler Sabrina offered, and brought the thick drink to her lips.

“Hmm. Can you blend this smoothie longer? I can still feel the alfalfa sprouts. It’s gritty.” She handed the glass back to Sabrina. “Go on… back to the kitchen, now…”

Sabrina took the glass and turned, then resumed her walk. She could feel her eyes on her back. She gave a flip of her blonde hair, then smiled softly when she heard a little sigh of admiration from her master.

“So I’ve got my appointment at the spa today,” Monica said as she rolled out her yoga mat. “The thing is though, I double scheduled. My car is scheduled for service this afternoon.”

Sabrina plunked the tumbler into Monica’s magic bullet, and the blades began to whir. She gave it a good minute.

“You know how to drive, don’t you?”

“Mm? Drive?” Sabrina started on her way back.

“Yeah. To get the car to the garage today.”

“Oh, right,” Sabrina said. She handed the glass back to Monica. “Uhm… I don’t do that much…”

“But you do, right? Good.” Monica put the glass aside and got down onto her yoga mat. “Bring the car to the garage for two pm today.”

“Oh, are you sure? Maybe you should just reschedule.”

“No, I’d rather not. They have a waiting list, it could be weeks. All you have to do is drive it down there and they’ll take over.”

Sabrina was nervously wringing her hands together beneath her chest, looking extremely hesitant. “Er… oh…kay…”

***

She stood outside now in the sunlight, dressed far more decently in a ‘good girl’ outfit of black tights and a short skirt with a red knitted sweater. A black baseball cap sat on her head, tilted low to hide her face. While pulling repeatedly on the doorhandle she clicked buttons on the keyfob. Surely one of them had to unlock it. Eventually she had access, so she ducked inside the expensive vehicle.

Sabrina wasn’t licensed, and her driving experience amounted to a few laps around the block in Paul’s car, about a year before. She basically had zero idea what she was doing. It was going to be a major ordeal getting there.

“Hm…” She hovered the key fob around at the base of the steering wheel, looking for a spot to insert. Paul’s Toyota took the key there, why didn’t Monica’s Mercedes? It took a while of playing around, but eventually she found that sitting on the brake while pushing a button would start up the car.

After remembering how to put the car into reverse she stepped on the gas, and the car launched suddenly down the driveway. In doing so the trunk, which apparently unlatched while she was playing with the keyfob, flew open. “Oh shit!”

She’d forgotten to buckle her safety belt as well, and she was draped over the steering wheel. “Ughh, unreal! I just hope I make it there!”

***

Never in her life had Sabrina been so terrified. At the dealership she eventually stumbled out of the car, wide eyed and trembling, with it resting diagonally between two parking spots. There hadn’t been any incidents, but there were more close calls than she cared to count. She got out, key in hand, and stumbled inside to the show room.

“Mrs Swanson?” A tall middle aged canlı bahis man in a suit approached her. “Oh. Uh, you’re here for Monica Swanson’s service appointment?” He was slightly stunned by the sight of her, having expected a familiar face and instead seeing a bold new one. He quickly took her in, head to toe, stopping for the briefest indulgence on all the sweatermeat stretching her red top.

“Yes.” She held the keyfob out to him, “please… take this away from me!”

“Sure thing,” he crooned, suddenly turning suave. “I’m Keith DeMarco, the manager of this fine dealership. ” He held out his hand, “and we’re glad to be of service, miss…?”

“Sabrina,” she said, shaking his larger hand.

“Great! Great. I see Mrs Swanson has found help. Such a busy woman. You just make yourself comfortable, grab a coffee or a tea. I’ll have them get started immediately.” He put a hand over her upper arm and hugged her to his side while he began to walk, guiding her towards the lounge. “It should only be two hours tops.”

“Okay,” she said. It took him a moment to release her, but when he did she continued walking a few steps in that direction. As soon as he left she stopped there and just looked around. It was a big, spacious place, with gleaming sports cars and SUVs parked for display. It was also very busy.

“Alright hun, you just march those papers over here. Yeah, yeah… that’s a good girl.”

Sabrina turned to watch a man in mechanic’s coveralls slouching in a chair behind the service desk. He dropped an oily rag onto his lap and held out his hand for his papers, guiding Sabrina’s to look upon the subject of his drawling request. A young woman was scowling to herself as she clicked on her high heels toward him. “There, Tim.”

“Thanks.” He looked at the sheet for a quick instant, then, “oooh, sorry sugartits, I wanted the other one. Could you go over there and get me the other one?”

Her scowl tightened, and she turned and left. He chuckled to himself and leaned back in his chair, watching her go… and Sabrina found herself doing much the same.

While the mechanic’s behaviour was unwelcome Sabrina couldn’t blame him for holding such interest over her. She was probably the youngest employee of the dealership, though that wasn’t the only thing about her that stood out. She was a little tall and looked to be of mixed asian and western origin. White and black checkerprint pants clung tight to her legs, the pattern thinning and widening to accent the curve of her upper thighs and wonderfully plump bottom. She wore a long sleaved black top with a plunging neckline, showing ample cleavage and just a hint of bra. As she went those features jiggled softly, along with the sway of her long, straight black hair. She clearly dressed and made herself up to show herself off.

After a moment she must have felt another set of eyes on her, because she turned toward Sabrina, who quickly tilted her head so her baseball cap would hide her eyes. That didn’t stop her, and soon the young woman approached.

“Hello, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Uh, well,” Sabrina said, feeling slow on the response as she inspected her more closely. She hadn’t been stingy on the mascara, and her perfume smelled warm and strong. She was quite intoxicating to encounter, in the most deliberate way. Sabrina had hoped to be in and out of the dealership without incident, but it seem that wouldn’t have to be so. “Perhaps?”

The young woman smirked smartly, “okay.” She held out a sassily manicured hand, “my name is Danielle.”

Sabrina shook it, then glanced down at the golden nametag pinned over one of her breasts: DANIELLE – JUNIOR SALES ASSOCIATE.

“Hi Danielle. I’m Sabrina.”

“Nice to meet you Sabrina. So what can I do for you today? Are you interested in one of this year’s models?”

“Hm…? I might be. Not sure… which one…”

“Okay, well why don’t we take a look at what’s available.” Danielle turned and started to walk, and Sabrina’s gaze instantly dropped down to that fat, dirty booty of hers. It was just a little loose, a little wild, in the best way, especially with her slim waist above. With each click of her heels her lush cheeks rose and fell, left, right, left right… with sympathetic secondary quivers of surface softness moving in the opposite. Snapping out of her hypnosis, Sabrina summoned her self control to not visibly react in the busy showroom.

“Here is one of this year’s best sellers, our offering in the small SUV category.” Danielle opened the drivers side door, “as you can see this one is fully optioned out with Italian leather upholstery, a premium upgraded twelve speaker stereo system…”

As Danielle named off all the car’s features Sabrina crawled inside. It was a good deal more spacious than Monica’s little roadster, which seemed an improvement, and she began to wonder if maybe one aspect of her anxiety during her ride there had been claustrophobic.

She wasn’t processing much of Danielle’s increasingly obscure bahis siteleri car jargon, and instead just watched her pretty mouth move. She then twitched alert, realizing her mind was drifting again into dangerous territory. Seeing that reaction, the young saleslady changed gears: “So… basically, it’s really nice, isn’t it?”

Sabrina noddled, smiling dumbly as she squeezed her legs together, willing her blood not to flow downwards.

Danielle smiled to herself and walked around the front of the car, then opened the passenger side door and got in beside Sabrina. They both shut the doors, and the atmosphere around them became quieter and rather intimate.

“Yeah… this is pretty nice. I like it better.” The still air within was soon coloured by the warm smell of Danielle’s perfume.

“Better than Monica’s?”

“Mm? Yes, I really do. So, everyone here knows her by name, don’t they?”

Danielle shrugged, “practically everyone in the world knows her by name. She used to be a huge celebrity… dating rock stars… I remember her always showing up in the tabloids when I was a little girl.”

“Is she the most famous client here?”

“There’s a lot of famous people in this town, Sabrina. But she is one of our star clients, for sure. Are… are you new around here?”

Sabrina nodded, “yes. I came in about a week ago. Did my best to make friends when I did.”

“That must have been easy,” Danielle said more softly, “uh, being the way you are.”

“Mm?” Sabrina looked at her and saw her biting her lip as they held eye contact. They both broke it at once, and Danielle tightened up, going back into sales-mode.

“So, would you be interested in looking at any other models?”

“No. I like it in here.”

“Oh, okay,” Danielle said. Their eyes met again, and this time they didn’t break gaze. Danielle’s facial expression softened as she let herself simply admire the amazing specimen that had walked into her showroom. There was a connection, they both felt it. “Maybe… we can go out on the lot, and look at one of the ones we have in stock…?”

“Are there people out there?”

“No, not usually.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

***

All the way there, with interested eyes following the two attractive young women as they went, Sabrina was again trying to control herself. There was simply no denying that she was very much into Danielle, that she felt some sort of animal, chemical magnetism about her. She was thirsting for her, dreaming of grabbing her and grinding her monster into her lush behind.

They opened up and hopped inside an SUV identical to the one they’d looked at in the showroom. It was a good deal hotter in there, so as soon as Sabrina was behind the steering wheel she took off her baseball cap, then peeled out of her red sweater, revealing the tiny black tank top she’d worn underneath. Danielle simply watched, fascinated and awed by the radiant young blonde as so much more skin was revealed. With the way the sun was shining off her skin and fair hair, she looked as angelic as she did sexy.

“This is much better,” Sabrina said. “I like it here.” She smiled awkwardly, still playing their car sales game. She set a hand on the wheel and the other on the gear shifter.

Over that hand on the shifter Danielle softly placed her own. They turned to each other as their fingers began to weave together. For just a moment, staring into each others eyes, they hesitated, before slowly leaning in for a cautious little kiss.

With the barrier between them broken Danielle chuckled against her lips, then again they let their lips join, this time much deeper, much less restained than before as tongue was introduced and hands began to wander.

“Damn Sabrina. You’re… so hot.”

Sabrina smiled softly, “you don’t even know the half of it.”

Michelle seemed to squint at that. As her gaze wandered she began to catch on to what Sabrina meant: “what… what is that…?” There was a large lump in Sabrina’s lap, hidden under her skirt and pantyhose, that she was sure wasn’t there before.

“U-uhm… mm…” Sabrina squeezed her legs together awkwardly, no longer able to control her body’s impulses after such a tender embrace. If she were calm that sort of movement would have hid it, but instead it just pushed itself up into a higher mass, now with room to grow.

Danielle was soon staring wide eyed as an elongated tube emerged under Sabrina’s tights. She leaned in to examine the shape of it, and realized what she was looking at once the material was taut enough to thinly present the form of her member.

“You know what it is.”

She scoffed, “what? No. Are you kidding? No way. That’s not real!” But by the way it was slowly straightening and creeping along Sabrina’s thigh, she soon was convinced otherwise. “Oh shit.” she said, her voice going quiet.

Unsure how to proceed, Sabrina was perfectly still, save for the throbbing of her growing admiration for her saleslady. Would she be able to stop herself, or were bahis şirketleri they about to make a scene? Was Danielle even okay with it?

“Can…” Danielle quickly turned to glance out her window for onlookers, then whispered, “can I see it?”

Sabrina shook her head. “No… I won’t be able to control it. It’ll never go down. We’ll get in trouble.”

Danielle just blinked at her, then looked back down to Sabrina’s semi-aroused monster. She slowly reached for it.

“No!” Sabrina pulled her legs to her chest and hugged them against herself giggling: “I’m serious!”

“I need to see it.”

“I’m serious,” Sabrina repeated. “I can’t let this happen in public.”

Danielle nodded slowly. She sat back and, now with a different perspective, inspected Monica Swanson’s young helper. How on Earth could such a creature even exist? Looking at it again as Sabrina lowered her legs, the head of her cock was pressed against the inside of her knee, and it still didn’t look stiff. She swallowed her spit, feeling in a daze. “Can… can I at least see it some other time?”

Sabrina smirked.

“Can I have your number?”

“Danielle, you can have my anything.”

***

Inspiration must have struck Monica while she was at the spa, because as soon as they were both home a kinky plan was set into motion.

Sabrina was blindfolded and gagged. She was in that morning’s same costume of bikini top, stilleto heels and hot pants, only this time the top was pulled down and the zipper on her pants was open, accomodating the bloom of her enormous flower. Her forearms were tied together behind her back, and she was tied at the waist and legs to the rails of the stairway.

Monica was leaning against her right hip, standing slightly aside due to the impassible boundary of Sabrina’s nineteen inch hardon. She was slowly stroking it, and had been for almost an hour. Sabrina had been on the edge of orgasm for almost as long. Her dick was so hard she was starting to feel faint, and her endless precum was pooling on the tiled floor.

“We’ve been going a while now… and I wonder, does that make you cum bigger?”

“Mmf,” Sabrina replied in darkness.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t understand that. But that’s okay, I can find out for myself.” Monica ramped up those strokes, and Sabrina crumpled forward and groaned as an hour’s worth of pent up orgasm threatened to blow. A misstep had her slipping in her own pre, and she hung by her ties off of the rail behind her.

Monica stopped, leaving her gasping and violently throbbing. Her hands, also slick with pre, she set upon Sabrina’s bountiful overlarge breasts, then digging her fingers in roughly and lifting upward. Whimpering, her sub regained her footing.

Monica started to twist her nipples, and she chuckled at Sabrina’s hot cry of agony. Then she tossed her breasts around a bit, laughing harder. She turned back to look at her cock, which was looking more desperate than ever to release as it throbbed and bucked.

She roughly let go of Sabrina’s breasts and dropped to her knees. She started to kiss and lick the base of her cock, right where it joined her sac. Her balls felt massively engorged with so much pent up energy. Tenderly stroking her bare leg with one hand, she reached way out with the other to grasp and resume strokes to her monster length.

“Mmmmh…”

In the darkness of her bondage, with no visual information to process, Sabrina’s every sensation was a surprise. At that moment her attention was on the feeling of Monica’s hand travelling to and away from her crotch, along the incredible length of her raging erection. That was the one that threatened to make her blow.

Monica’s lips started to take a slow trip inch by inch along searing, throbbing dick. On her knees she shuffled sideways, making it all the way to the other end.

It took a moment but eventually she was kneeling in front of Sabrina, with the head firmly anchored between her lips. A second hand joined the first – was she about to administer her finishing strokes, Sabrina wondered? Would she finally be allowed to cum?

Monica ramped it up, long and fast. She wasn’t stopping, and Sabrina found herself flinching and clenching as ecstasy opened to her. Mighty throbs began at the base of her shaft, and soon she erupted.

Her cries were muffled by her gag. Her cock was bucking hard, and she could hear the thick splatter-patter of her cum hitting the tiles. Monica was gasping and gulping, and Sabrina could tell she was swallowing all she could while intentionally letting the excess cover her.

The long buildup had granted her a climax to match, and Sabrina was physically spent and on cloud nine. She felt the soft thump of her master getting to her feet, and heard the sound of cum slicking thick off of her body from the movement. Her blindfold was roughly pulled off, and she was temporarily blinded by the late afternoon light.

Through squinting eyes visual information slowly returned as Monica removed the gag from her mouth and untied her limbs. Her perfect, mature body was covered head to toe with cum.

“Nicely done, sweetie. I hope you enjoyed this. It was super hot.”

Still gasping for breath, Sabrina nodded.

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One of the coolest things about going camping is the kind of adventures a person can get themselves into when one is unleashed to enjoy the great outdoors.

Sexual experiences are no different. Especially for Cain and Ann as they decide to take a shower, the good old ‘natural’ way.

The cascading waters of the waterfalls weren’t too rough or heavy, which felt luxurious. Even more so with the feel of Cain’s arms wrapped tightly around her. His kisses drifted from Ann’s lips to her chin. He then slowly worked his way to her neck. She arched herself to give him more room to work with.

This encouraged Cain to hold his bride even tighter as his lust began to kick into overdrive. He fed into her almost like a vampire feeding into his prey. Ann’s knees buckled and Cain was quick to assume dominant control over her.

He tore her clothes off, shredding them apart like they were nothing. Somehow, Ann managed to do the same thing with Cain. In no time at all they were completely naked, still relishing the soothing waters beating down on them as well as the each other’s touch.

There was a large rock, almost formed like a chair that caught their eye. Smiling wickedly, Ryshtyan slowly turns around so that her backside was pressing against Cain’s chest. She could feel his erection between their hot bodies and shuddered with anticipation.

Instead of allowing Ann to lean against the rock, Cain held her tight, clasping his hands over her large breasts. He sunk his lips and teeth into the base of his bride’s neck, not wanting to let go.

The feel of lust, pain and excitement made Ryshtyan cry out but she loved every second güvenilir bahis of it. She continued the cries as this feeling was no longer isolated to her neck. Cain’s hands were massaging and squeezing her breasts, kneading the soft flesh between his fingertips in such a way that it sent some remarkable surge of energy throughout her body. She found her hands on top of his, pressing his palms even tighter against the rock hard nipples.

With one arm snaking and caressing between Ann’s breasts, Cain lowers his other hand to her pubes and begins to work his fingers over her clit. She arched herself accordingly to make things that much easier for him.

It didn’t take long before Cain inserted two of his fingers as deep inside Ann’s tunnel as he could reach. Again, she cried out, which encouraged Cain to become more aggressive. He silenced her by pressing his mouth over hers with as deep and sensual of a kiss as he could possibly provide. Her response was to kiss him back, with the sounds of muffled moans as she feels herself reach an orgasm.

The thought of pulling his fingers out never even crossed his mind as he continued to work them, exploring deep within Ann as if it were some hunger he just couldn’t control.

Ann’s hands clasped onto Cain’s buttocks, driving her fingertips into the cheeky flesh. This caused him to break the kiss and growl out, matching the noise level of his bride’s cry of ecstasy as she cums again.

Finally he let go of Ann and she is quick to press her hands against the rock, bracing herself for what was about to come next.

Cain began to tease her, rubbing the tip of his shaft against the bald türkçe bahis pussy from behind. “Are you sure you want it?”

Purring, Ann answers. “I want it.”

“But do you need it?”

“I need it.”

Clasping his hands against Ann’s hips, he presses the tip of his shaft no moe than an inch inside her. “Are you ready?”

Arching herself to take more of him in, she gasps out. “I’m rea…”

Ann screams out the moment Cain drives himself straight into her tunnel in one long, strong thrust. He completely engulfed himself, feeling the tight muscles contract around his sensitive organ as he roughly ground himself all the way to the base of his shaft. This move alone was enough to cause Ryshtyan to explode yet again.

He held himself deep inside until the flow of her juices calmed down. Those tight muscles of hers contracting and expanding made Cain groan. The length and width of his shaft had Ann filled so completely that just the feel of this alone was overwhelming, but in a very, very good way.

When Ann started to get her breathing back down to normal, Cain began to thrust himself. It was a slow steady pace at first, but the mutual need to fulfill the lust kicked in all too quickly.

She was thrusting herself against her husband each time he drove straight back into her. Gasping and crying out, Ann eggs Cain on. “Fuck me like there won’t be a tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” Cain grunts, picking up the pace steadily.

Crying out, Ann answers. “Yes!”

Like a man possessed, Cain rammed in and out of Ann’s tightness as requested; like no tomorrow.

Growling, grunting and crying out, Cain’s voice was güvenilir bahis siteleri just as loud as Ann’s gasps, screams and wails as he pounded into her with wild, reckless abandon.

With the water beating down on them, along with the sweat that was building up between the lovers, steam was actually emerging from their bodies. It formed a thick misty haze around them as Cain continued to drive his wife over the edge. Again and again and again.

Ann could feel her insides taking one hell of a beating, but loved every second of it. Cain’s hands left deep imprints into the flesh of her waist and hips and the impression of his thrusts into her had her ass blood red from the endless pounding of flesh against flesh. Actually, it felt like she was getting a spanking as she could feel herself become swollen and numb, but she didn’t care.

Cain was enjoying this just as much as she was. He used every ounce of fortitude to prevent himself from exploding, but he just couldn’t help himself. Once he reached that plateau, he slammed himself all the way in. Determined to get that much more of his great length inside Ryshtyan’s hot tunnel, both lovers pushed themselves to the limit so that she could milk this moment for all that it was worth.

When he exploded, he did so with such authority that Ann felt herself cum yet again, crying out at the top of her lungs. Even he was doing it. It was like as if they were virgins, experiencing orgasms for the very first times in their lives.

Feeling their strength completely drain from them, Cain was quick to withdraw from Ann as soon as the last drop of his hot cream made it’s mark. The two collapse into each other’s arms and step away from the waterfalls and further into the cave.

They seat themselves to give their knees and legs a break. Within minutes, they pass out, obviously exhausted from their lovemaking efforts.

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Winter in Lapland is cold and dark, the darkness engulfs all the daylight hours. Little towns cut into, what seems to be, an endless forest. I drove into town to get some things, food, cheese and some wine and when I came back, our holiday cottage was comfortably warm and quit, I could hear the wood burning in the fireplace and soothing jazz coming from another room. The cottage was in the forest just outside of Levi, one of those small Finnish Lappish towns, so there were no neighbors – only the two of us. I came in and was taking off my coat and shoes when you came to the doorway with a warm smile and a long kiss. “I’m glad you’re back. I’ll be down in a minute.” you said, as I watched you go upstairs into our bedroom I felt a warm sensational. After your pleasant welcome I was imagining last night, our passionate embrace, as our desires exploded giving into the heat of the moment. How long has she been waiting for me to come back I wonder … maybe she went upstairs to change into something more comfortable.

Up in our room, you are wondering what to wear for the evening. Maybe something sensual, a sexy lingerie – you know how much I enjoy looking at you, or maybe something a bit more playful and comfortable. As you are taking off your clothes, your thoughts quickly race to me slowly undressing you, how I make you feel, how your body and mind respond when I am close to you, touching you… with this thought you decide to put on an oversized t-shirt and cute white socks. You stopped at the doorway on your way out you stopped for a second, with a mischievous thought you reached up under your t-shirt and took bahis firmaları off your bra, throwing it on the bed as you walk out. Sweet sensations, from the other night, were still fresh in your mind.

I was sitting on the sofa when you came downstairs, a glass of red wine in my hand, and another glass was waiting for you on the table in front of me. Picking up your glass you curled up your legs and sat next to me. You began talking about how much you like being in Lapland, how lovely and natural it makes you feel, but as you are talking I could not stop looking at you, wanting to feel your warm body next to mine, wanting to hold you close. I put my arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to me. You quickly found a nice place to cuddle under my arm, with your head on my chest you fit so perfectly cuddling with me.

We sat together, quietly, listening to the music, then I began kissing you, the passion grew stronger as our tongues intertwined with their own dance. I could feel your slow rhythmic breathing deepen when my hand started feeling you, touching your breasts. Slowly playing with you, touching you, I see your nipples getting harder through your thin t-shirt. You press against me; your chest begins to rise as your breathing deepens with growing desire. I know you like my touch, this makes me enjoy touching you even more. I feel our body respond, I can feel your surrender.

You tremble with pleasure as my mouth moves down from your lips to your heaving breasts; as my hands move down exploring your body, you start feeling a desirable tingling sensation that you cannot get enough of … my kaçak iddaa fingers slowly sliding up and down your inner thighs, you let out a soft moan. Your thighs slightly parting in reflex to the tingling and growing wetness between them. You then pushed me over on my back and climb on top of me. Our passion grows stronger with the soft caress of our tongues, causing everything outside the room to melt away. We kiss passionately, consumed in the rising flames as a raw passion overtakes us and our bodies begin to naturally move and grind against each other. “Is there something you want” I asked teasingly.

With you on top of me my hands are holding your tight ass, and I am pushing you harder against me. My fingers slowly move between your legs and under your panties, and I can feel you are very wet. Your eyes are closed and your head is tilted back in a world of ecstasy, you take your shirt off and toss it across the room into the shadows. My finger starts moving inside you, I feel how wet you are getting and you notice my body reacting … You softly moan with anticipation, feeling my hard cock, your legs open a little bit wider for me – you want me inside you, filling you, pleasing you. But I do not. I want something more. I slip off the sofa and take off my clothes. I put you down on your back, opening your legs a little more. Our eyes meeting for a moment, both of us knowing what the other wanted, what we wanted…

Not giving in to our immediate and desperations I move more slowly, kissing the inside of your leg, your inner thighs, feeling your slight tremble as my tongue gets closer and closer … my tongue kaçak bahis begins to gently explore. Licking you, tasting you my tongue playfully moves and feels its way to more pleasurable places, wanting to feel your pleasure, wanting for your body and mind to respond with mine. Your back arches as you push your pussy hard against my mouth. Desperately wanting me inside you, you began to breathe deeper and deeper, as I lick you faster and faster towards orgasm. Suddenly you cry out, your whole body stiffens as you came hard against my mouth.

“Oh WOW! You feel so Good” you cry out. But I wasn’t done yet. I put my cock inside you and slowly at first, both of us taking time to enjoy each other. You wrap your legs around my body and pull me closer, deeper, moving to meet my deep thrusts as you tightened your inner muscles – your pussy squeezing my cock to make me feel especially welcome. As the excitement builds, I start thrusting harder and deeper.

At this moment you are completely overwhelmed by the flood of sensations and soon feel the first tingling of your next orgasm building inside you. The sensation became more and more intense and just as you were reaching climax …

I was not able to control myself any longer and I surrender to your moment as my body and mind meet with yours. I can feel myself cuming inside you as physical and mental ecstasy moves me to a place of wonder. Exhausted, we breathlessly collapse and laid there for a while enjoying the warm after-glow of the passion we had shared.

We stayed on the sofa for the rest of the night, talking, laughing, and sipping wine. As I lay behind you, holding you I find myself at peace, lost in thought in a world where there are no tomorrows. I can feel you moving closer to me, your lips softly touching my ear, whispering, “What are you thinking about…”

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A couple of weeks later Samantha stopped by her parents house to talk with her mother. It was mid morning on a warm Saturday, her father was out in the yard expanding their garden to accommodate some new trellises for some flowers. She waved to him as she walked up to the deck, smiling to herself and almost laughing at him. He was dressed only in shorts and work boots, his skin glistened from the sweat while he dug new post holes. It wasn’t that he wasn’t in good shape, quite the contrary, he worked out on a regular basis. It just seemed an odd picture with the boots and shorts.

The dogs were sleeping near where he was working, when they heard Samantha call out her greeting they popped up and headed to meet her. She greeted them, calling out to her mother as she pet their heads and sent them back out to guard her father from the fashion police.

Once inside she called out once more just as her mother came out of the laundry room to greet her. They hugged before Samantha could drop her purse on the kitchen table.

Samantha sighed then asked, “Mom, can we talk?” Setting her purse down with a loud thump.

“Sure, hon. What’s on your mind?”

“I think I like Lani.”

“I like her too, sweetheart she’s really good with the dogs and she’s nice to talk to.”

“No, like her as in when I liked boys in high school. I mean I like being with her as in being close. How do I put this? I like her as a very close friend.”

Karen paused for a second and looked at her daughter. “You’re telling me you like her like you would a boy?”

“Yes, I think I do.”

“Is this something you have told her? Have you and she?”

“We spent the night together a couple of weeks ago, remember? We talked, we kissed, we talked and I think I want to spend more time with her. More intimate time.”

“You’re wondering how we’ll feel?”

“Yes, you and dad. I know this is sudden and I’ve never thought about a girl before. I just felt so comfortable being with her. It was different but not a bad different. You know what I mean?”

Karen smiled thinking back to that afternoon when she and Lani discovered each other. Wondering to herself if she may have lit a spark within Lani but then pushing that thought aside to deal with her daughter’s anxiety.

“Samantha, let’s sit down.”

They both headed to the living room and sat down on the sofa to continue their talk. Karen was calm as she thought about what she was going say.

“You’re telling me you’re wanting to have a serious relationship with Lani? Have you told Lani?”

“We have talked a bit, it’s more like when we need someone we call each other.” Samantha blushed hoping her mother would understand the arrangement.

“So, right now it’s just sex? But you want more?”

“Yes, I think so. I really haven’t talked to Lani about that part, yet. When we first started I was the reluctant one. Now I feel like I’m the needy one.”

“Before we tell your father maybe you should talk to Lani. I think he’ll take it okay. It might be a bit hard to believe at first for him but I think if I talk to him first in a vague sort of way he’ll be fine. I just want you to be positive about all of this before we shock him. Does that sound reasonable? We want you to be happy, Lani is a sweetheart I don’t have any problems with you being with her.”

“Thanks, mom. I love you.” Samantha opened her arms and the two women embraced.

“I love you too, Sam. Lani was going to come over this afternoon to talk about the week we’re on the cruise. Are you staying?”

“I did want to lay out. Maybe I’ll talk to her while she’s here.”

“Maybe take a walk and talk to her. That way your father won’t overhear. It may give me a chance to pose some ideas to him, just in case she likes the idea. Please don’t announce anything until I’ve had a chance to really talk with him, okay?”

“I think she might, otherwise I wouldn’t have brought it up. We’ll see. I won’t say anything until you’ve had a talk with him.”

While the two women were talking in the house Lani and Ka-lee arrived. Ka-lee bounded off to greet his friends stopping to say hello to Dave. Lani was dressed in a tiny bikini top, short shorts and flip flops; she walked over to Dave to say hello. Dave looked up from his digging to see the bronzed goddess standing before him. His body glistening from the sweat and sun, he smiled greeting his guest trying not to think about her with even less on. Looking for his shirt which was hanging on a post at the other end of the garden. He apologized for being almost naked.

“Hi, Dave. How are you?”

Looking at him through her wide sunglasses she could see the hint of six pack abs. The sweat beading on his skin as he looked up at her from his kneeling position. Streaks of dirt across his brow from wiping away his perspiration made him look very manly bahis firmaları and a bit sexy she thought, even for a older guy.

“Hi, Lani. I’m fine how are you doing? You’re a bit early. Sorry about my attire, I thought you were going to be over later.”

His eyes took her in and he felt the blood rushing to his penis. She did look hot, looking away would be rude so he quickly changed the subject so she’d go in the house and the embarrassment of an erection would never happen.

“I think Karen and Sam are in the house talking I’ll be in as soon as I glue these last few fittings. I’m expanding the garden and need to get this irrigation system working first. I’ve added a trellis for Karen.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll go see what they are up to. No need to apologize, this is your house and you can wear what you like. Thanks, I’ll head on in and see what they are up to. Oh, nice abs there, Dave.”

She grinned, lowering her sunglasses and smiling. She knew she embarrassed him because as soon as she dipped her shades she could see his face start to turn red. Her eyes dropped a bit down his body and for a second she thought she might have seen his crotch bulge a bit.

Turning to walk to the house she “accidentally” dropped her keys as she was trying to put them in her bag. That didn’t help him at all. She bent down showing him her delicious ass as it stretched the fabric of her shorts. Which just made his reaction surge forward. Then to make matters worse Karen and Samantha appeared on the steps of the deck; leaving the house to walk out to greet Lani. Dave knelt back down returning to work hoping he could relax his aching groin. Lani stood her ground, her back to Dave as Karen and Sam walked up. Karen looked at him, he seemed slightly embarrassed. He was holding some plastic fitting to cover his crotch. When he turned to greet Samantha, Karen glanced down noticing the bulge in his shorts. She grinned, looked at him and then ushered the girls towards the pond so they could talk. After leaving them she walked back to Dave, smiling at him while teased him about his appearance.

“I know you have no pockets in those shorts so I won’t ask if you had a banana; were you glad to see Lani?”

“That obvious, huh? I don’t know what came over me, normally I don’t react like that, you know me Karen.”

“I do know you, she is young, hot, barely covered boobs, shorts. If you didn’t look and have some sort of reaction I’d have been shocked, sweetheart.”

“So, you’re not mad?”

“No, I just hope they didn’t notice that bulge. I also want that later after they leave you dirty old man. Did you want something to drink or you coming in for lunch soon?”

Dave glanced from Karen to where the girls were talking by the pond. They seemed to be having a serious talk. Samantha holding Lani’s hands while looking at her, a serious expression on her face.

“Yes, I’ll be in as soon as the swelling goes down you minx. Any clue what that’s all about?”

“You are such a comedian. Well, I wasn’t supposed to say anything, but our little Samantha is smitten with Lani. Apparently something happened when she spent the night. That might mean we won’t have grandkids anytime soon.”

It took Dave a few moments to put Karen’s puzzle together. His eyebrows telegraphed his conclusion and he confirmed it with Karen.

“They slept together?”

“Yes, dear. From what Sam told me she tried it in college and wasn’t that impressed, but Lani changed that. Now she wants an exclusive relationship.”

“Seriously? I take it you’re okay with this?”

“Yes and no. I know Lani has recently broken up with her boyfriend. Sam hasn’t dated in a long time. It could be just a “thing” I’ll wait and see. Sam seems to be happy so don’t spoil it for her, please.”

“Give me some time to digest it, okay? I’m happy that she’s happy. I just need some time to get used to the thought. Is this going to effect the house sitting at all?”

“No, I doubt it. They might both be staying over then. We’ll see.”

“Do you think Lani will go for it? I mean you probably know her better than I do, you talk to her more.”

“Lani and I have talked some but I didn’t ask about her sexual preferences. Sam and I talk but I’ve never really delved into her sexuality either, dear. This was the first time she’s come to me with something this serious.”

“I don’t know, it’s weird, her sleeping with Sam and me having that reaction. Now that I know it just makes it kinda perverted in a way.”

“Well you didn’t know at the time. I’m glad you can still get hard like that at the drop of a hat.” Karen grinned, “I think they make a cute couple, Lani is a doll.”

“I’m glad I can too, I’ll be non-committal whatever they come up with. What’s for lunch?”

“Bananas, stud boy.”

“Ha ha, no melons?”

“You are too funny, what would you like? We have tuna, ham, turkey. I can make you a sandwich.”

At that comment Dave grinned. Karen realized the double entendre after she said it.

“Naughty boy, you kaçak iddaa me and Lani?”

“Well, certainly not Samantha I’m not that big a pervert, dear.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, Sam and Lani have a thing going and even if you could talk me into something like that we wouldn’t because it would hurt Sam.”

“I know, I was just taking advantage of your choice of words. Let me clean up and I’ll be in, tuna is fine.”

“Alright, I’ll start making it. One sandwich or two. Don’t stare, and don’t say anything, okay? I told Sam I’d ease you into the idea.”

“I won’t, my lips are sealed, one and a half sandwiches, please. I’m right behind you.”

Karen smiled, turning to walk back to the house, glancing at the two young women talking. They weren’t holding hands anymore. Karen didn’t think that was a good sign for Samantha. She briefly thought about herself, Dave and Lani which sent goose bumps down her arms, a pleasant shiver through her. She quickly tried to get that out of her mind, knowing anything intimate with Lani would crush Samantha.

“I’m making lunch girls, come in when you’re ready.”

Dave glanced over too, picturing Lani and Karen with him causing a reaction between his legs once more. He wondered if Karen would go for it at some point, she definitely noticed Lani’s body. But, it would hurt Samantha which is something he could never do. Maybe his wife was getting kinky in her old age. He grinned to himself then quickly looked away trying to walk back into the house without giving away his affliction.

Samantha escorted Lani away from her parents, the dogs romping and running around them oblivious to seriousness of the situation. Samantha spoke first, complimenting Lani on her appearance and inquiring how her week went. After a bit of small talk Samantha confessed her feelings.

“I’ve thought more about our night together and the other two times, Lani. I really enjoyed how we got along so well and how easy it is to talk with you.”

“I thought we had sort of settled that already, Sam.” Lani looked her pondering what she thought was coming next.

“I’d like to try being a bit more exclusive rather than just fuck buddies.” Samantha looked into Lani’s eyes for a positive reaction.

“Sam, I know we’re both a bit lonely right now, don’t get me wrong I really enjoyed that weekend. I just don’t want to jump too fast with you especially since I’m your first.”

“I’m not talking about moving in or anything. I just want to do more than have sex with you. Get to know you more like we were dating. Is that too much to ask?”

“Since you put it that way it’s a bit better. I was afraid you’d gone off the deep end with it. You know, that old joke what does a lesbian bring on the third date, a moving van. I’ve seen it happen before with other girls.”

“No, I’m not “other” girls. I was reluctant at first but that morning felt so nice. I know it always isn’t going to be that way but I’d like to see what it can be like. I’m willing to just do the FWB thing but I’d rather have more of the whole package. I hope that makes sense.”

“It does, tell you what. Let’s hang out and do more “friend” things together and see how that works out. I know the love making thing will always be there but I want to get to know you as a person and not just a bedmate. Will that work for you? I’m leaving it open to seeing other people I hope that doesn’t hurt you. I just got over a long term thing and I’m not exactly sure I want to start another so soon. Plus, my cousin Ray is flying in from Hawaii, he’ll be staying at my place for a bit. Part of that time is when your parents will be on their cruise so he’ll be here too. You might like him.”

“I understand, I’m not completely thrilled by it but, I can understand it. I’ll take whatever terms you’re handing out. This is new for me as far as the girl girl thing. I want to rush in but then again I don’t. You’re right, I hate to admit. I’ve never experienced this before so forgive my enthusiasm. Is he cute?”

Lani smiled, “Sam I loved your “enthusiasm” but there’s more than just hot sex with me, sweetie. There’s the social stigma, telling your parents, friends, all that can effect you too. Yes, he is cute and single.”

“I did mention it to my mom, she was okay with it. She’s going to talk with dad and see what he thinks. I know they both will be fine. They have never wanted anything but the best for me.”

“Things change suddenly when you drop a bomb on them. They seem pretty cool about a lot of stuff but there’s still the rest of the world and not all of it loves you like your parents.”

“I can at least try, with your help I’ve discovered a new world. Don’t burst my bubble quite yet, okay?”

“You are cute, let’s go have lunch. I need to talk with your parents about their trip and get everything finalized. Are you going to drop by while I’m staying here?”

“Hmmm, you, my parents house, warm weather, and the possibility of being intimate. I think that would be a yes. But if Ray is all that cute and kaçak bahis you’re setting me up maybe not. “

“Bad girl, naughty thoughts at your parents house and with my cousin whom you haven’t even met yet. Which is really funny because we’re talking about an exclusive relationship and my cousin in the same sentences.”

“I know, maybe I am still a bit reluctant myself. But I wanted to see what you thought, I don’t want a one sided love affair.”

“I understand, I guess with school, work, house sitting, my cousin coming I’m a bit over loaded.”

“Well, I know how we can relieve that tension.” Samantha’s grin went ear to ear as she playfully patted Lani’s ass.

“I do too, maybe after we talk unbridled sex at my place? I can show you Ray’s website, he’s into body building and martial arts.”

“Girl you were reading my mind. You are a tease, you know that? Body building?”

They both giggled happy that the talk went smoothly. Samantha sighed with relief as they called the dogs to follow them inside. Lunch was delightful, no misspoken words or actions that would give away the big secret that Samantha and Lani shared. Dave and Karen were good poker players and kept their cards close. After the girls left Dave went back out to finish his project, Karen slipped into her bikini bottoms to sun on the deck.

From time to time each would picture Lani in their minds, Karen having the more complete picture with Dave just imagining what all the covered up parts would look like. Dave finished his little project around mid afternoon. The sun and labor had taken it’s toll, his body was dirty and sweaty and he was fairly tired from all the bending over combined with the twisting and turning. He worked out on a regular basis, unfortunately his workouts didn’t include the muscle groups he used while on his knees. He cleaned up and put all the tools back into the shop. Then picking up his shirt he strolled to the deck calling the dogs as he did.

Karen was reading a book, she peeked over the top and saw Dave teasing the dogs with his shirt as if he were a matador in the ring. The dogs playfully jumping up at the “cape” trying their best to snag it to play tug of war. Dave was a bit too quick for them and their attempts made him laugh. Karen sighed as she watched Dave almost ruin a perfectly good shirt.

The dogs finally gave up and bounded onto the deck, seeing Karen they both greeted her with slobbery licks on her legs which made her recoil in disgust. She loved the dogs but slobber on her legs wasn’t something she enjoyed. She admonished the dogs and playfully scolded Dave for putting his shirt in jeopardy. Dave took it in stride and invited her to join him in the shower. Karen reluctantly put her book away and ushered the dogs into the house with them. Following Dave and the dogs in she commented on the scent wafting in the air.

“Is that you or the dogs?”

“Is what me or the dogs?”

“That stink, must be you because you can’t smell it.”

“You don’t like my manly perfume?”

“Not when it reeks like that, no wonder you want to shower.”

“Plus, I’m a dirty boy.” Dave grinned, turning around to tickle Karen’s bare rib cage.

“I know you are, that’s one of your redeeming qualities, my dear.” Wiggling in attempt to dodge his sudden playful gesture, she almost fell over Sadie.

“Sadie, Grace get in your beds!” Dave commanded.

Off the dogs went not knowing why they were instructed but obeying regardless.

Dave and Karen headed to the master bedroom, slipping out of what little clothing they had on tossing them into the hamper. Karen followed Dave into the bathroom letting him slip into the shower ahead of her. He adjusted the water to a comfortable temperature, stepping into the warm stream he soaked his head and waited for Karen. The water felt good, the salt from the sweat of his brow now liquid managed to infiltrate his eyes causing a slight burn. He flinched just as Karen entered the shower, elbows smacking her in the breast.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry, I got sweat in my eyes and it stings.”

He cleared his eyes then started massaging her breasts to help ease her pain. She shook her head and let him play with them for a few moments.

“Any excuse to cop a feel.” She grinned at him like a mother playfully scolding a child.

“I can’t help it, I love your boobs.”

“Just mine?” she asked knowing where this was heading.

“I like all women’s boobs but yours I get to touch, when you let me. Which is never really as often as I’d like my little minx.”

“You seemed to really like Lani’s earlier.”

“She didn’t have much on. If I recall a long time ago you told me I can get my appetite anywhere I want just as long as I come home to eat. I’m just obeying your commands my love.”

“She does have a nice figure. I wish my boobs were as perky.”

“Ha! You’ve noticed them too. I’m not the only perv in the house it seems. Yours were perky once.”

Dave’s thoughts quickly turned to Lani’s body, coupled with the feel of Karen’s breasts in his hands the result was inevitable, his dick began to swell. Karen looked down, watching as it slowly bobbed up and down, the blood racing through his veins engorging it to a rigid state.

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