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My wife doesn’t easily do sexy. We have great sex, but she’s not the kind of woman who thinks about it all that much. When she wants it she jumps me, kisses me, loves to fuck me. Nevertheless, I’m a guy. Work it a little girl.

When we first hooked up Deb tried hard. She’d happily dress in lingerie if I wanted her to yet it was clear that wasn’t her thing. Something about her Brit ex-husband and his treating her like a slut. I wasn’t about to follow.

She was generally uptight about anal play, but get her in the right mood with a glass of wine just before we started some hot sex and you might not know it. The tip of my finger could slide around there, maybe even sneak it up to a knuckle and there wouldn’t be a complaint. If I bent her naked over the couch she was totally game, though she was plenty disconcerted when I asked her to spread her cheeks. She’d do it, and let me do things, but she’d be almost humiliated if I leaned in to lick her there.

Deb liked sucking my cock and I loved licking her button, even though she wasn’t up for coming that way. And over time, it became obvious that she didn’t masturbate or have too much of a fantasy life.

I could lead her to some pretty filthy places though, with dirty talk taking the lead.

“You want me on my knees, my ass stuck up in the air? So you can make it all wet and your dick will go in easy?” She’d talk the butt fuck game good and filthy even if we weren’t going there. That’s OK, it was damn sexy.

And she could take it too.

“Deborah, let’s go find a quiet corner of a beach. I’ll strip you right out in the open and spread your legs. You can’t believe it’s really happening and your pussy’s so wet that my cock’s barely inside before you’re coming like a firehouse.”

That story could make her come hard, like it was real.

All this is to say that it can be frustrating to me when I’m in the mood and she’s not, which of course is not an uncommon situation, I know.

…

Which is why one morning was such a surprise when I made my move and slipped my hand in her PJs.

“Sweety, I’m not into it right now. Why don’t you jerk off?” Her go-to when I’m amorous and she’s not. “Can I help you?”

That’s Deb’s “compromise,” and it would be great if she had it in her. But you know, it’s not like she’s not going to do a sexy strip for me or something, that’s just not her way. And after all these years she knows if she starts with the dirty talk, a few minutes later we’ll be fucking, and she it’s clear that’s not what she’s wanting.

“I feel horrible, you know I love you Daniel. What can I do? I want you to…”

At this point I just suggest she leave the room and let me get on with it. After a little back and forth that’s exactly what happens.

After she left I’m kind of hard and trying to figure out whether it’s a sexy story or porny pictures that’s going to do the job. As I’m stroking I hear Deb walking back down to our bedroom.

She stands at the foot of the bed. “Come on baby, I know you want me to help, you need to let it come out,” she says quietly. “I don’t want you to have blue balls on my account. Take a look, I know you like to see these.”

Slowly, up comes her pajama top, t-shirt too, her exposed breasts bouncing out.

“You like it when I hold ’em up, don’t you?” both bahis firmaları her hands pushing them up and down. “My bouncing titties turn you on, I know it.” She starts shaking them.

What the hell?

“Sweety, I know you think I’m not into sex, but I love you so much. I want you to know it. Maybe I’m not into fucking as much as you want it…” Now she’s pinching her nipples. “I want you to be happy. I’ll do whatever you need to get off.”

My dick is totally hard now. I wonder why.

“What do you want baby?” She’s almost cooing. Whatever, I’m into it. “Tell me what I can do for you.”

“Come here. Sit on me,” I croak, surprise in my voice.

“No, no baby. This is your time, I want to see you gush, just like you wanted. That looks so pretty and so hot. Your stuff just flying out.”

“What I wanted was to make love to my wife, stick my hand up your pussy and make it cum, and then fuck it until it cums again and again so hard that I can’t hold my own back. I want it to shoot inside you.”

I heard her moan. “Oh honey, that sounds so good. But I’m just getting into this, let me do it my way.” Her hand started reach down her stomach. “You always want me to play, let’s have some fun.” Her hand disappeared into her bottoms, and she let out another sigh.

Fun it’s going to be. “Let me see what you’re doing Deb, show me your furry twat.” Deb loved vulgar words for our parts.

“Really? Isn’t it ugly with all that hair?” She was pulling down her pants, her underwear still covering her patch. “Don’t all the young girls shave now? Should I shave my cunt for you?” Deb knew I loved her all hairy.

“All right, here it is, all covered up. Or is it?” She’s never shaved so her two fingers were opening her lips, her pink parks obviously gooey. “Ooooh look, my twat is all wet. For you. See? You didn’t have to fuck it to make it flow.”

Well, I for one was about to gush. Slow down Deborah.

Now her fingers were moving in and out. “Ohhhh God, that feels so nice.” I could actually hear her juices. “Does this look good to you? Will it make you come?” She was moving faster. “Uh yeah yeah yeahhh, it’s making me come, I’m coming for you now baby. Cooommmminnnggg! Ohhhhhhh!!”

I had to let go of my cock, I didn’t want to come yet, this was all too good. And unusual. I don’t think Deb had ever rubbed herself to an orgasm in front of me. Next to me sometimes, but she was extremely shy about a sex performance, it was so hot to watch, I wanted more.

“I have to sit down for a minute,” Deb sat on the bed’s edge, her panties still bunched around her ankles. “That was so incredible.” Her breathing was calming down. “Did you like it? Did you? I’ve never done anything like that in life.” She slowly turned and looked at me.

“You didn’t come!” She was surprised. “Danny! What happened? Wasn’t that good for you? Didn’t you like it? It was so incredibly hot for me.” She looked so disappointed.

“Deborah. I loved it,” I whispered it. “I love you, I love that you came for me. It was totally hot, I just don’t want it to be over yet.”

“Oh baby, I’m so glad, I want to be a hot mama for you. I want to be your sex babe, I really do. It was so much more fun coming for you than I ever imagined. I’ll have to do it again sometime.” She started fondling one of her breasts again. kaçak iddaa “What else? What else can I do?”

“You can fuck me now,” though I knew I’d last about five seconds that way. “You can impale yourself on my cock and let it shoot off inside you.”

“No no no, I thought we’d already settled that.” She stood up, kicking her underpants aside. “You’re going to jerk off for me, and that’s that.” She got on her knees, looking at me.

“How’s that? Daaannnyyy?? Oh Daaannnyyy?” she said, drawing out my name. “You like my hanging tits? My saggy boobs with the giant nipples?” She was really shaking them now. “My udders?”

“I like them, your nipples are really hard again. And super long.”

She started pulling at her nipples, stretching them out.

“They feel so… so sensitive.” She let out a giant breath of air.

“Turn around baby. Let me see your ass.”

“Oh yeah baby, you love looking at my fat, jiggly ass.” She started bouncing her cheeks with her hands. “Look at it baby, look at my ass.” She glanced upwards, she could see me in our mirror across the room. “Come on baby, jerk your cock while I’m jerking my cheeks. Make yourself come for me.”

“Not yet, not yet. I want more.” I grabbed hold of myself, but wasn’t moving yet. “Bend over for you, then shake it.”

She did it. “Like this? Does it look bigger this way?” She shook it a little more. “I love it that you love my heinie. You really love it. My fanny. You love it when I shake my butt.”

“I do!” Rubbing myself. “I do love it when you shake it for me.” I was really feeling it now. “Open it, open it for me.”

Deb suddenly stopped. “Baby, I can’t.” Shit! Here it comes, the old anal freeze. She seemed truly mortified. “You know I can’t do that. Anything else, anything.

“What if I suck you off? This time I can swallow. I can.” She turned around and was looking a little desperate. “Or maybe we *can* fuck. I shouldn’t have said no before, I really want to fuck your brains out. Please, fuck me. Just don’t make me… please don’t make my ass…” She started crying.

“Deb. Deborah, it’s all right.” I put my arms around her heaving body. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Here, let me in.” I tried to maneuver her pussy towards me.

“But I *do* want to, I want to make you happy. I want to do what you want me to do.” More tears. “But I can’t do that, you know I can’t.”

“Shhhh, it’s OK.” I let her snuggle into the crook of my neck, rubbing her head while she calmed down.

“I know it’s OK, but I really wanted to do it for you this time. I wanted to give you what you wanted. What you deserve. You should have a sexy wife that can get you off the way you need it.”

“You get me off just fine baby. Have I ever given up? I come every time.”

“I know, but this time I hoped I could do it. I know you love my ass, I love that you love it so much. I know. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me.”

It was me that was so hard.

She was breathing normally now, and soon she was rubbing up against my naked leg. “You feel so good, you ought to be able to come the way you want. I want to be your sexy babe.” I know she meant it, she really tried. “Maybe another time, I’m getting there.” She paused. “I’m so sorry baby.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m so close, let me in and kaçak bahis I’ll be done. I’ll fill your pussy so full you’ll be leaking for days.” I smiled, hoping she would too.

But no.

“Shit, I’m sick of being sorry.” Suddenly she pulled away and was getting up. “Tell me. Tell me again. What do you want me to do?”

“Uhhh. Huh? What do you want me to say?” I was so close.

“Tell me what to do to get you off. I’m ready, I can do it. I can do anything you want.” Something had definitely come over her. “Anything. Tell me to bend over again, tell me to spread my ass cheeks so you can see my asshole.”

She was already doing it, I didn’t need to say a word.

“Can you see it? My anus? How does is it?” She was looking back at me. Hopefully?

“It looks hot baby. Really hot.” I stopped, even as I as rubbing myself harder. “Are you sure this is OK? You don’t have to do it, I can jerk off now.”

“No! I want to! I want to make you hot. I wanna *be* hot for you. Can you see it?”

“You’re hot enough honey, really sexy. You can see how big I am for you?” I felt like my cock actually was bigger than it had ever been. “It already feels like it’s going to explode. You can stop now.”

“No no no no no no NO! I can’t. I wanna keep going. Don’t come yet. Let me play more for you. Show myself. Show you what my giant ass has for you. Do you want that?”

I do, I do, I thought to myself. I do. But I said, “Are you sure? I can get off now, I can.”

“Don’t you dare. I’ve come this far, so don’t you dare come yet. Watch me instead.” She was really spread wide now. “Tell me, tell me what my asshole looks like. Is it all brown and crinkly? Do you like it?”

“I love it baby. I love that you’re showing me.”

“You want to put your tongue there, I know it. You want to rub your nose in my ass.”

God, this was amazing, I could feel myself almost levitating.

“And your fingers, right? You want to lube up your fingers and put them right up my ass. Maybe I can do that sometime, maybe I can get there.” Her cheeks were jiggling now, but she wasn’t really doing it with her hands, they were just shivering as she spoke.

“Ohhh Daniel! I’m so hot. Are you thinking about my ass now?”

What else would I be doing?

“Are you thinking about your big long dick shoving it’s way up my ass? Up my virgin asshole?”

I was hearing her fingers sloshing around her pussy now. And I was hearing myself breathing hard, I almost could hear my come shooting up through my balls.

“That’s what you want. You want me on my knees, my shoulders on the bed, me holding my big as open wide for you. You’ll come really close with your cock, and then you’ll stick… OH GOD! I’m coming again! Ohhhh, pleeeaassee! You’ll stick your hard cock all the way up my a… Ooooh ooohh I’m gushing out so much. Put your fat penis up my asshole and make it come deep inside… Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!!”

I was spurting out all over the place, soaking myself and the bed all around me. And Deb was collapsing over the edge of the bed.

“Danny, oh my God oh my God oh my God!” She looked at me. “Oh my God Danny, you came so much. You’re drenched in come. Let me feel it, let me rub my come juice with yours.”

Her saturated hand rose up from her waterlogged pussy and plopped down in the puddle on my chest.

“Oh Danny Danny Danny, we’re so wet. We’re do fucked.”

She was right. We were so fucked. And we hadn’t even fucked yet.

“Later baby. We’ll fuck later.”

I told you we had great sex.

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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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A daughter of Siberia, it wasn’t the resistance of the depleted Wehrmacht that troubled Svetlana during the 3rd Guards Army’s advance on Brest – it was the tortuously wet July heat of the Pripet marshes.

Her Sveta didn’t work more often than not, the wiring on the rifle squad’s radio failed and the truck carrying their munitions got caught in the mud and had to be abandoned. But for Svetlana, it wasn’t her failing equipment, the spoiling food or the warm vodka that made the march through the marsh such an ordeal.

It was the sweat matted through her long, brown hair. It was the suffocation of her uniform, the sweat pooling beneath her full breasts, rolling down the small of her back into her into her undergarments, turning her crotch into a swamp rivalling the one she was forced to trudge through day after day.

Her socks were soaked with her perspiration, making her doubt whether the squelch of her steps came from within or without her boots.

Ah, those boots. Tall, black leather boots taken from a Nazi she’d shot, who just happened to be her size. Finally, she’d thought in the heady days of March, something to replace her own wafer-thin, hole-ridden army issue shoes that did nothing to keep out the melting spring snows.

And while she could hardly deny that the shoes were a gift from God as she navigated the sticky Pripet mud, she couldn’t help but despair that well-lined boots were equally good at trapping heat as they were keeping it out.

Her boots, boobs and stuffy uniform (that her lieutenant strictly refused to let her loosen in any way) all combined to make every step forward a struggle as the remorseless humidity enveloped her.

Swatting a mosquito away from her open lips, she offered a silent prayer to God to keep the bugs crawling across her uniform, if only they would abandon their plans to fly into her mouth, up her nostrils, and crawl across the back of her neck, slick with sweat.

As so often happened when facing awful circumstances so thoroughly out of her control, Sveta’s heart was torn between the nihilistic depression such a situation aroused, and a powerful frustration which sought to give her the energy to rid herself of the malaise.

And for Svetlana, frustration could never exist on its own, it was always accompanied by that special itch.

Part 1: Scratching That Special Itch

Since her childhood, Svetlana had been cursed with a unique coping mechanism for moments of frustration and adversity – a sudden and undeniable sexual arousal.

Distinct from any other moment of excitement, that special itch came alive in her clit alone, a burning energy which demanded she rub it, hard.

Harder than hard.

Svetlana liked to think of herself as a sensual creature, and found herself bored by one-note lovers who idiotically, or arrogantly, thought sex was just one act repeated until satisfied.

But when overcome by the itch, which began as a minor but unceasing distraction and rapidly escalated into an all-consuming need to thrust her clit against the hardest object she could find, Sveta was reduced to that barbaric sexual-simplicity that so regularly left her disappointed.

Now, when she was alone, facing a private frustration, she recognised that the itch was honestly, a God sent gift. It focused her mind on the simplest possible task when overwhelmed by life’s problems.

And its earth-shattering orgasm calmed her the fuck down afterwards, giving her the mental clarity to get her problem solved.

But when faced with an implacable foe like the wet heat of the marsh, her physiological defence mechanism became a curse.

Unable to solve the problem, she found no escape from the itch, which haunted her day and night, barely giving her rest after each unsatisfying orgasm to focus on anything other than the burning desire intermingling with the perspiration-matted hair covering her crotch.

The entire area was a disaster and it was all she could do not to march the entire day with her strong fingers stuffed down her panties, despite her heat exhaustion.

A week ago, güvenilir bahis she’d been covering a pair of rifle squads as they advanced on a farmhouse and barn the Germans were occupying. Lying flat on the driest patch of earth she could find, she’d become so pathetically distracted by the itch that she used a piece of wood to balance her SVT-40, freeing a hand to furiously push against her clit.

Her concentration slipped and she closed her eyes to focus on the feeling of her fingers pushing against her nub as she pressed down harder on her hand. Eyes tight shut as she struggled to keep her fingers, slick with her sweat and arousal alike, pressed tightly against her clit, she had no way to know that a Nazi had appeared with an MG-42 in the barn window.

In the window she’d preemptively pointed her rifle at, anticipating this exact possibility. She was so far gone, she didn’t even notice the sound of the 42 spraying bullets at the advancing Soviet guards.

Indeed, if the force of her orgasm hadn’t torn through her body and caused her to accidentally pull the trigger, sending a bullet into the chest of the man on the MG, the action might have turned into a massacre.

As her eyes snapped open, she knew this represented a low point, even for her notoriously weak self-control, although damn if it wasn’t one hell of an orgasm.

So good, in fact, that she enjoyed a full half-hour’s shooting before the itch crawled back into her life, complicating her squad’s subsequent attack on a lumber-yard.

Feeling guilty over her profound lapse and with a seemingly unquenchable thirst, she’d resolved to find a release so powerful that it would vanquish her indomitable companion once and for all – or at least until she emerged from the torture of the summer marshes.

On one day’s march, she’d snuck away from the rest of her squad to find a lonely spot to give her clit a good thrashing, when she happened on a tree stump surrounded by tall reeds. The stump itself was a chaotic mess, doubtlessly the result of an artillery shell destroying the trunk it once supported.

Inspired, she managed to wedge her SVT into the mangled stump so tightly that when she stood back, the rifle continued to point skyward unsupported. Feeling more than a little satisfied with her modest ingenuity, she unbuckled her belt and forcefully wriggled her ample backside out of her tight-fitting, mud-caked and damp-as-hell pants, which she forced down to rest on her boots.

Wasting no time, she peeled her white (albeit stained) cotton undergarment away from her crotch and let it rest atop her pants around her shins. She waddled over to mount the tree stump, rubbing her entire groin with all five fingers of her filthy hand.

Like her hand, the rifle’s cold metal surface was filthy, but Svet was too far gone to really care. Standing with one foot rested on the stump , she grasped her rifle and pressed her clit against its barrel.

With a satisfied sigh, she began to thrust against the erect rifle, pushing her clit up and down the welcome cold of the steel barrel.

As she caught up with her patrol, she suddenly panicked, imagining that one of her compatriots might smell her orgasm dried onto the rifle’s surface.

But then, as she resumed her place in the march, she remembered that the overpowering odour of the 3rd Guards, having advanced for several months without encountering a clean river to bathe in, would mask her passion.

It had been good – but it wasn’t good enough to satiate her damp frustration at the stinking heat of the marshes and it wasn’t long before the itch returned to her.

It begged her to give up the hideous trek, collapse limply into the soft, wet ground beneath and lie there, frantically fingering herself over and over until she withered away and perished in the Pripet.

But she was stronger than that – or so she thought.

Part 2: In the Foxhole

Later that day, a battery of German howitzers opened up on the company and didn’t let up for a few hours. Normal procedure was to advance close enough to the German lines to türkçe bahis stop the shells, but this kind of rapid advance under pressure proved impossible in the marsh and the company did its best to dig in.

Together with an older rifleman, she cleared enough mud to create a small foxhole, albeit one with malleable walls that kept closing in on the two of them, forcing them to stand up and excavate during lulls in the ground-shaking impacts.

Exhausted, she slumped down and watched the man dig, both filthy with mud and perspiration. As she watched him continue to shift huge shovelfuls of mud from the hole, she allowed her mind to wander, imagining his rough, strong hands cupping her bucking crotch, those thick fingers pressing hard against her insatiable button. Once again, her passion mixed with the sweat of physical labour, turning her undergarments into what she imagined to be a morass.

As she was lost in these sensations, the man stopped over her to shore up the wall she was leaning against. She looked up at the man’s groin, fancying that she could see the outline of his manhood through the uniform pants.

Unbidden by any formal decision, her hands climbed up to the buckle of his belt and with a practised skill, pried it open. The man scarcely had time to look down before his pants and under-thing alike were pulled down enough to expose his soft form before her face.

Before she had even the time to admire the form of the man in front of her, Svetlana was struck by his thick scent. Gripped by the madness of the swamp heat, she found the scent irresistible.

Without even looking up to see the man’s bewildered face, she leaned forward and began lashing her tongue across the foreskin of his still-flaccid penis.

As it hardened, she gently pulled back its foreskin and drunk in its scent. Her clit longed to be touched and she reached up to drag him down, but before she could get a good grip on him, she felt his strong hand on the back of her head, guiding her onto his now-firm manhood.

Even as overheated as she was, she welcomed his warmth into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his head, delighting in the salty taste of the smegma collected beneath his unwashed foreskin.

As she continued to suck on the soldier’s hot, filthy dick, herself covered in mud and drenched in sweat, her arousal escalated until she was desperate for something, anything to press hard against her clit and push out against the impossibly empty walls of her canal.

When the man’s rough hands pushed her further and further onto his dick, Svetlana tried to find a release for her craving by clenching her legs, but it was to no avail. Her drenched undergarment needed to come off.

She was drunk on the stinging, salty taste of the precum seeping out of her soldier’s unclean cock and there she wanted to keep sucking on it more than anything else in the world.

More than anything except feel its rock-hard, white-hot form against her clit, that was.

With two hands against his hips, she shoved the soldier, sending him toppling down into the mud with a cry. She pounced atop him, digging her hands beneath the buttons of his coat and tearing it off with all her pent up sexual frustration. Beneath the brown coat was a striped sailor’s shirt, which she rapidly rolled up to his neck, leaving his hairy chest bare for her.

She leaned down and licked his right nipple, eliciting a gasp as she enjoyed the rough sensation of his tangled hair and that familiar salt-tang of perspiration and dirt. She dropped her own pants seconds later, somehow shuffling out of them entirely without losing the grip her legs gave her on his prone form.

Glancing at his face for the first time, she shot him a quick smirk as she grabbed his hand yanked it across to her cunt. She leaned in and began to bite at his left nipple – however, she quickly grew impatient at his confused fumbling with her equipment. She reared up again and pulled his hand away, deciding to rub her demanding clit against his hard cock instead. She flattened it against his belly and pressed her güvenilir bahis siteleri full weight down onto it, rolling her hips back and forth to slide her lips and clit along the rigid pole.

Closing her eyes, she kept one hand pressed into the soldier’s hairy chest and held him down, while the other frantically and ineffectively squeezed her left breast through her uniform. She was holding herself up with her knees, the strain of which fed ever more tension into her groin as she furiously rubbed back and forth against the older man’s rock-hard dick. He moaned loudly, unable to control himself under such a determined assault.

Suddenly, the world shook around them, as the German battery opened up again. But fear didn’t have time to creep into Sveta’s heart, for she was immediately shocked by the way the powerful impact shook her man, giving his penis a life of its own and as it vibrated against her forceful thrusts. Pressing herself harder against him, she continued to ride along the top of his strong cock, grinding herself against its bucking, vibrating form and shouting her lust to the skies, confident that the shelling would drown her out.

She could feel the orgasm she needed to banish her itch fast approaching.

Then, a warmth and a cry as the soldier came onto his stomach, semen caught up in his mane of chest hair. She pushed harder against the cock, but it was no use, as it immediately softened, its load spilled. Any other time, she would have delighted in the great warm spurts it had unleashed, but the man’s orgasm had left her bereft of anything to grind against.

She reached out to grab his hand, but the man had been utterly useless even when the Germans weren’t firing on their position.

Devastated by the loss of the release she do desperately needed, her mind kicked into overdrive and gave her what she needed.

She grabbed her rifle and quickly attached its bayonet, which she stabbed into one side of the collapsing mud of the foxhole, not 20cm above the terrified soldier’s face. Then with a strength she could only muster in moments of passion, she dug the rifle’s butt into the adjacent wall, buttressing it in with extra mud. Another shell hit nearby, causing the mud to collapse further inward and embedding the rifle in the two walls.

Standing up in the midst of the bombardment, she swung one leg over the rifle and lowered her cunt to rest on the top of the smooth, cold metal of the barrel. An explosion to the left sent violent vibrations through the rifle and into her clit. She gasped loudly and began to thrust her clit back and forth against the hard, vibrating gun.

With two hands steadying herself on the muddy walls of the foxhole she forcefully slid herself back and forth along the bucking barrel, leaving a trail of her juice as she went. Another explosion caused the mud to shift again, covering her hands in mud and trapping her boots in the quagmire, on either side of the quaking guardsman.

She didn’t care, for it didn’t take one iota of strength away from her hips as she fucked the top of the rifle. She leaned harder into the wall with her hands and even they became stuck, until her only power in the world was to shove herself back and forth against the incessantly vibrating metal.

Then, her dam burst and a spectacular wave of pleasure wracked her body, causing her to spasm helplessly against the now-slippery metal, hands and feet trapped in the mud. Juice gushed out of her, falling off the rifle and splashing down onto the chest of the soldier below her, where it settled among his hair, already matted with his sweat and cum.

For a few seconds that felt like eternity, she enjoyed the toe-curling waves of pleasure spasming through her body, limply held up but the vibrating rifle pushing against her lower lips. Then, as they died down, she made one last exhausted effort to wrench herself out of the mud, collapsing onto the chest of the now-whimpering soldier.

She let the explosions down out the sounds of his fear and lay there, contently licking their intermixed cum off of his chest, cradled by the warm mud flying around them.

She’d made peace with the marsh. Its overwhelming heat, the endless mud which trapped her feet, the feverish exhaustion, the sweat, the dirt, the stench.

Svetlana had made them all her own.

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Jenny is a thief. Her larceny might not be grand, but she certainly is accomplished. The chances are that if you’ve met her, she has something of yours stored in a jar in her second bedroom. You won’t see it again. She fancies herself a collector, you know.

“Ma’am, the butter knife is missing.” said the handsome waiter with the impossibly white, starched apron.

“Oh, really? Perhaps the busboy dropped it on the way to the kitchen,” said the girl as she snapped the clasp on her handbag.

“Now, where is my pen? I’m sure it was on my desk,” said the gray haired, bank officer as he rifled the papers on his desk.

“Oh, I’m sorry, but I haven’t seen it. What does it look like?” asked the girl innocently as she re-smoothed the skirt over her crossed thighs.

Who hasn’t borrowed something and forgotten to return it? Perhaps, you felt guilty for a while, always intending to bring that ‘something’ back. As the days passed, it became a forgotten item at the bottom of your kitchen junk drawer. When you find it years later, you wrinkle your brow and say, “Where did this come from?”

Jenny skips all that anxiety. No, rather, she seeks out the thrill, and she revels in the trophies. They don’t exist at the bottom of drawer as a dimly remembered embarrassment. The sit on display, stored in a private place under lock and key-a bedroom, lined with curio cabinets and decorative shelving. Items of special note are kept in glass containers and artfully lit.

“Where are you, Patty?” Jenny mumbled to herself as she flipped through hangers in the closet of her secret room. There is a sexy red dress she had stolen from a former lover that she planned to wear tonight. She found it sandwiched between a tan trench coat and a lavender shirt. As she laid it out, she mused about how lovely it had looked on Patricia, and how euphoric she was when it was shed to the bedroom floor.

—

Rick placed his hand over Jenny’s. The pasta dishes at Trattoria Giovanni’s were gone, the check was paid and Chianti bottle was nearly empty. Jenny smiled as she swirled her wine glass with her free hand and said, “Say, what time is it?… Oh, such a nice watch!” she remarked.

Rick glanced at his wrist and said, “Thanks. It’s an Omega. It’s the only one I own, so I invested in a good one.” He smiled anemically as if his extravagant watch was an embarrassment.

‘Practical but not frugal,’ Jenny thought, assessing her date. But, an Omega Speedmaster would certainly be missed, so it likely would not wind up in her purse tonight.

This is how the game works for Jenny. Her dinner companion seems like a perfectly acceptable man- dark thick hair, a clean-shaven face, a masculine manner, but gentle touch. He’s articulate and funny too. For many women, this would be reason enough for a quick fuck and a cab ride home. Others might be looking for a continuing relationship and longer term financial support. But Jenny’s real satisfaction comes from identifying a mark, surveying his possessions and relieving him of something unique but not too obvious.

Of course fucking is fun too and never out of the question.

Jenny said, “So, Rick, what would you like to do next? I would offer my apartment for drinks, but it’s a mess.”

Rick leaned back, a thoughtful look crossed his face and he stuttered for the first time, “Uh, well, we could go to mine, but, I’m afraid you might be underwhelmed.”

Jenny took his hand and said with a grin, “Oh nonsense!” She stood abruptly, pulled him along through the red-checked covered tables, out the front door and hailed a cab.

—

“Did you just move in?” asked Jenny with a note of concern in her voice. She stood in the front room of Rick’s apartment. It was laid out much like hers, but almost completely bare. There were two matched upholstered chairs facing each other, a torchiere floor lamp and nothing else. Seriously. Nothing.

Rick called back from the kitchen, “No, why?”

Jenny glanced around the room, hoping she had missed something. There was no television, no coffee table, no couch, no potted plants…no pictures on the wall. This room could have been a secret lair where ax murderers dismember their victims on a plastic tarp, except there weren’t even drapes on windows.

Rick appeared at her elbow and offered her a tumbler from the kitchen. He set another on the window sill, and retrieved a pocket knife to slit the foil around the neck of the wine bottle. “I told you I thought you might be underwhelmed.” he said with a good natured smile as he twisted in the fold-out corkscrew.

“Where do you keep your snow globes?” asked Jenny curiously.

“What?” said Rick as he poured wine into Jenny’s glass. He looked around the room, and said with a sheepish grin, “Oh, I don’t have any. I have no use for… flotsam,” he explained. “I am a minimalist. I accumulate nothing.”

“Really?” asked Jenny with a laugh, thinking the premise was not just improbable, but outrageous.

Rick nodded sagely as they settled güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri into the chairs, and explained, “There is nothing to divert my attention. Nothing that demands higher priority than what exists in this moment.”

Jenny nodded but Rick’s gaze troubled her. It was intense. She hoped his heightened awareness wouldn’t see through her facade, and burrow into her brain, turning over dirt she would prefer left un-plowed.

She said, “Can I use your bathroom?”

“Sure!” said Rick brightly. “It’s right down the hall.”

Not seeing a place to set her wine down, she took it with her.

Squatting over the toilet, Jenny thought to herself, ‘What is going on here?’ She carefully pushed open the glass tub enclosure. Standing in the corner, was a lonely bottle of shampoo. As she ran water in the sink, she swung open the medicine cabinet and saw only aspirin, toothpaste and a plastic-handled razor. A toothbrush lay on the edge of the sink alongside a bar of soap. Under the cabinet there was nothing but a spare roll of toilet paper. She dried her hands thoughtfully with the bathroom’s lone towel.

Jenny decided there must be much more to Rick and his spartan apartment…somewhere. She appraised herself in the mirror and whispered, “Time to step up the game, girl.”

If Rick was surprised when Jenny returned to the living room naked, he didn’t show it. She strolled through in heels, and nothing else. His eyes followed her appreciatively as she sauntered past him to the window. “Your apartment certainly feels… less cramped than mine,” she said conversationally.

Rick nodded, smiled amiably from the armchair and said, “Yes, I’m glad you feel so… comfortable.”

Jenny bent over at the waist and placed her hands on the window sill. Eyeing Rick’s reflection in the window glass, she said, “I’d like to spend the night. Would you show me the bedroom now?”

—

The sex had not been disappointing. Rick’s body was heavenly hard and his intensity was undeniable. Through it all, she never lost Rick’s attention. Long after she had been satisfied and his semen had been expended, he remained by her side with his arms wrapped around her body. She felt warm and safe.

What was a disappointment was Rick’s lack of possessions. His closet was sparse. His bed was a mattress on the floor with a blanket. Other than a library book and a small table lamp on the floor there was nothing to be seen, nothing to take.

Jenny sat at her kitchen table eyeing the Swiss army knife she’d managed to sneak into her purse. For the first time ever, it seemed wrong to her. It was a consolation prize, but now, taking it just seemed like a lame thing to do. He was such a considerate, comfortable man. Perhaps she can call and apologize- tell him it was force of habit, or, better yet, tell him she wanted something to commemorate their first date. She shook her head as she dropped it into a small mason jar, and screwed on the lid. No, it would join the others in her second bedroom collection.

It was two days later when Rick called.

“Hi Jenny? I really had a great time the other night.” he said.

“Oh hi,” she said, “Me too.”

“I was wondering if…” he said.

“Yes,” she said warily.

“…you might want to go out with me again?” Rick asked expectantly.

They met at Vuja De and danced. Jenny was relieved there had been no mention of a missing pocket knife and the club provided a very welcome distraction. All the lights and throbbing music was stimulating, but she was really surprised how well Rick danced. He moved with a sort of confidence she hadn’t seen in many of the men she’d dated. Where had he picked that up?

As she sat at the bar with Rick in a break from the music, Jenny casually slipped a stainless-steel jigger from the bar into her purse. Sure neither Rick nor the bartender had noticed, and she was self-righteously proud. She had skills, you know.

“So, Rick,” she asked taking a sip from her drink, “Where did you learn to dance?

He grinned and said, “Oh… sometimes I sing and dance in my apartment.”

She eyed him slyly, “Really? To what? You don’t have a stereo, do you? Maybe hidden away?”

Rick held up his cell phone in response as the dance music started up again. He leaned over and shouted in her ear, “Would you like to go there again? I can show you.”

—

“Awe, let ’em look,” was all Rick had said when Jenny objected to dancing in front of the windows. However, his cellphone produced surprisingly good sound in the hollow apartment. As their night danced on, clothes were removed and scattered about the floor-shedding any remaining Puritan inclinations she might have had.

“Hey you! Down there! Look at me!” she shouted into the glass, to someone far below as she waggled her tits. She laughed, grabbed Rick’s penis and drew him close to the window. “Hey ladies, look at what I got here!” she shouted to neighbors across the street. Good natured Rick’s dick started to swell güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri in her hand and his composure became serious. Jenny could feel the energy and yearning build within her as well. They embraced and kissed passionately right there in front of the windows for all to see.

The next morning found Jenny back at her kitchen table examining her stolen jigger. It was a common thing- something you’d find in any bar, but this one reminded her of her new lover. They danced like maniacs at the club and in his apartment; and laughed like kids into the wee hours. They made love on his mattress till they were both exhausted, and slept soundly in each other’s arms till morning.

Jenny smiled at her shiny bar implement and decided it belonged in her collection. If anything came between Rick and her, she’d still had this and his pocket knife. She rummaged in her purse for the key to the second bedroom.

“What the hell?” said Jenny as she dumped her purse on the kitchen table. As she sifted through the detritus of lipstick, hairpins and scraps of paper like she was searching for that single missing piece of a jigsaw puzzle she became increasingly frantic.

That key to her special room was gone.

—

“OK, let’s not panic,” said Jenny to herself as she wandered through the apartment, stopping again at the second bedroom door to wrench the knob. The door refused to open, much like it had done a dozen times before. She could have kicked herself for her third call to Rick. It was miserable. She had ruled out the bar and the key must have been lost at his place, but she wasn’t sure how to explain what the key was for.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid…” she said as beat the sides of her head with her fists, recalling she had put the spare key INSIDE the room- for ‘security purposes.’ The lock had been specially installed and it was against the tenets of her building, so calling the apartment manager would open a whole new can of worms. That left calling the locksmith.

“Oh, crap,” she thought when she realized she’d stolen tools from him as well. Anyone who opened her door for her would see those in her weirdly displayed collection.

She collapsed on her couch with a throbbing headache. It was late in the day when she woke. There was a knock at the door.

Jenny opened the door. Rick stood in the hall. His face was grim.

“May I come in?” he asked.

“Did you find it?” Jenny asked hopefully.

Rick pursed his lips and shook his head. Disappointed, Jenny stepped aside and let him in.

Breaking the awkward silence as they sat together on the couch, Rick asked, “What’s important about this key?”

Jenny shook her head morosely and said nothing.

Rick eyed her thoughtfully for a few minutes then he reached into his pocket, pulled out a Swiss army knife and held it up to the light.

Jenny did her best to hide her shock.

“You see this knife?” asked Rick. “My father gave it to me when I made Eagle Scout. He said, I made him proud.” He paused and shook his head. “I never found a use for all of the gadgets when I was a kid, but I’ve kept this with me ever since anyway.”

Jenny blinked and nodded.

“Except, ” Rick continued. “This isn’t the knife he gave me.” He paused, watching Jenny. “Lost things can be replaced, you know?”

Jenny stared at her lap and twisted her hands together nervously. Finally she sighed and admitted, “Your knife wasn’t lost, Rick. I took it.”

“I know.” he said flatly.

Jenny looked at him curiously and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it had sentimental value to you…”

Rick smiled in response and said, “I have a cousin named Patty. She has this unique, red dress. It had been a gift, and I remember she wore it a lot, for any occasion that was special. Then suddenly she didn’t. I never saw that dress again– till our first date.”

Jenny furrowed her brown, crossed her arms and said, “Are you suggesting MY red dress is HER red dress?”

Rick nodded. “It is,” he said.

Jenny started to object, but Rick held up his hand to stop her. “So, I’ve known from the start. I’ve watched what you do. I’ve seen your compulsion. The thrill, the satisfaction of it all is familiar to me, because…well, I used do the same things.”

“Huh?” said Jenny, red-faced.

“I’ve stolen and hurt others. I loved the challenge. I felt the adrenaline rush.” explained Ray.

“Now wait a minute…” said Jenny but she stopped when she saw the sincerity in Rick’s face.

Rick sighed, and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He reached in as if he was pulling bills out to pay a cab fare, and retrieved a key. He offered it to Jenny and said, “You have some decisions to make.”

Jenny teared up and said, “You said you didn’t find it…”

“I didn’t,” said Rick. “I took it.”

—

Ren Hoyashi chest was hairless but athletic. Jenny’s hands felt ropy muscles move under his tattooed skin as she rode him. His dark, almond shaped eyes were güvenilir bahis şirketleri fixed on hers as he pumped with ferocity. Long past climax, the girl found herself in an uncommon state- willing for the sex to end. Ren had the stamina of a man who took women to bed daily, and the discipline make it last.

After her experience with Rick, Jenny decided that getting too close can get you burned. She went looking for exactly this sort of hookup- just a random guy, met in a top shelf bar. There was not much to say because each of them were there for the same thing… almost.

“Come for me, baby. Come for me.” muttered Jenny and she rocked her hips faster.

When he finally did, Ren pushed Jenny off of him and stepped out of the bed. His cock was still hard and dripping. Jenny watched the fearsome body-art on his back move like an animated graphic novel as he padded away. After he closed the bathroom door, she heard the water running in the sink. He was a fastidious man. Perhaps he was washing off the stink of a western woman.

Jenny drew the covers up around her and rolled over to the nightstand. She opened the drawer quietly and felt around for a souvenir. The item she snagged intrigued her. It was a bracelet made of elastic cord and stone beads. She slipped it over her wrist, held it to the light and decided it was a worthy trophy. The sound of running water stopped, so the girl slipped off the bracelet and quickly dropped it into her purse.

Ren returned from the bath and paraded around the bed to the closet, oblivious to Jenny. He said dismissively, “I must leave soon. Please take your things and go.”

Jenny dressed quickly. Ren didn’t acknowledge the anger in the girl’s face. When she left the room, Jenny was furious, but it wasn’t her Japanese lover’s indifference. “Fuck you, Rick. Just, fuck you.” she muttered to herself.

—

It has been almost three weeks since their big falling out when Rick got a call from Jenny. She sounded even more desperate on the phone than the last time. When Rick surveyed her apartment from the doorway, he could see why. The place had been trashed and not subtly like a police search. No, it was more like a vindictive, rage-fueled demolition.

He heard weeping coming from up the hall and found Jenny in the second bedroom. The door hung of it’s splintered jamb. The floor was littered with fallen curios, sturdy little mason jars and broken glass. The prized collection of stolen artifacts were strewn about, and were now just so much trash.

When Jenny caught sight of Rick she shuffled over and wrapped her arms around him. She buried her face in his chest and sobbed, “Rick, thank you so much for coming. I couldn’t call the police. I…I didn’t know who else to call.”

Rick swept hair from Jenny’s tear stained face and looked over the room. “Do you have any idea who would do this?” he asked.

Jenny nodded her face against his chest and said, “Yes.” She reached in her pocket, pulled out a circle of stone beads and held them up for Rick to see. “This was still with me, in my purse when they broke into my apartment,” she explained.

Rick recognized the bracelet as a mala, prayer beads used for meditation. While it had spiritual value, practicing Buddhists aren’t violent- so maybe the this was an expensive souvenir, or maybe the stones were precious. Regardless, as Jenny explained how she obtained the mala and why she considered it’s true owner dangerous, it was clear to Rick it needed to be returned.

Rick kicked around the glass on the floor and picked up an empty necklace presentation box. He placed the beads inside and snapped it shut. “I’m taking this back, Jenny. I want you to pack a bag. You’re staying with me until we can get this mess cleaned up.” Jenny’s face brightened, hopeful that Rick could help her.

As they approached the front door, Rick turned and said, “Tomorrow, we’ll bring a shovel and clean your apartment.”

—

Rick stood with his hands pressed together prayerfully and bowed to the Japanese businessman seated behind the desk. The man nodded and extended his hand to offer Rick a seat.

“So, what is this about?” asked Ren Hayashi.

Rick sat awkwardly in the guest chair in front of the desk, and said, “Mr. Hayashi, something was stolen from you recently- something, I believe of great importance. I wish to return it to you.”

“Really? Mr. …?” asked Mr. Hayashi raising his eyebrows.

“Rick. Please just call me Rick.”

Mr. Hayashi nodded. “OK, Rick. What is it you wish to return?”

Rick reached into his jacket pocket, retrieved a velvet jewelry box and placed it reverently on the desk. Ren reached, pulled it towards him and flipped it open. He looked puzzled, and glanced up at Rick.

“You see, sir, my friend’s apartment was ransacked by someone looking for this. We would like to apologize for her error in stealing this and hope that we can put this all behind us.” explained Rick.

Mr. Hoyashi snapped the box closed and stood. He turned to the window and adjusted his tailored suit before speaking. “The item you’ve returned are prayer beads, given to me by my mother- so it holds sentimental value for me. You have done me a service in returning it, which I appreciate…”

Rick gulped, because he expected the big ‘but…”

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When he first puts his finger in me, I hear a squish. He slowly pushes his finger in, out, and then nudges it halfway in my pussy, slowly circling it around my hole to the tune of wet, juicy sounds.

I look down and gasp deeply, slowly and delectably arching back to breathe out, “Oh my…”

He’s sitting on our carpeted floor with his legs straight out. I’m squarely on top of his groin, my legs loosely wrapped around his torso, but I lean myself back towards his knees and place my hands on his shoulder and neck.

I’m leaning back so I can watch what he’s doing to my pussy.

I look him in the eye for a moment. He looks hungry. He looks excited. His eyes dare me not to moan again, dare me not to grind into his fingers when I hear how wet I am. I stare. I feel.

He’s just playing with me now, and I both love it and can’t stand it. His finger is pumping very gently in and out of the shallow reaches of cunt, just reveling in the sloppy, wet sounds.

“Yuh, yuh, yuh…” I pant, looking down again and watching his finger get wetter and wetter every time it gently pumps.

He leans in to breathe on my neck, then flicks his tongue gently down its smooth platform reach, nothing but a tickle. I purr luxuriously into his ear, loving him and wanting him, feeling him all over, running my cool thumb over his full, wet lower lip.

We both look down at my pussy and I can see his hardness thick and red, veins like thick bean stalks screeching towards the head.

That’s for later.

“Open wider for me,” he whispers into my open mouth. Excitedly, I lean back a bit more and spread my legs such that they are no longer touching his back. He gives me a wicked little half smile, raises one eyebrow, and pushes in another finger.

I güvenilir bahis breathe into it and moan loudly, grinding myself into his meaty, hungry fingers.

“Fuck…your pussy is so tight,” he grunts, and we’re both sweating a bit now.

I’m chanting a breathy “ah, ah, uh,” as he pushes his fingers deep, deep into me, all the way to his knuckles, taking his sweet time exploring the tight, drenched lands of pussy. I can’t believe how amazing it feels. I hear the puddly squelch of juice sluicing out with his fingers, and watch as a milky juice starts to drip just a bit down the length of his fingers. As he pushes his fingers all the way in, he curls them up towards my belly button, bending them all the way back and brusquely fucks me in that sweet, sweet, juicy, special spot.

I’m starting to come undone. I grind in myself in circles on top of him and run my fingers like a feather down the palm and wrist of his fucking hand. I dab at the juice there and loudly lick my fingers. He stares at me. His cock is straining, like a second head.

I hear the river building inside my pussy as he relentlessly pulls and pumps his fingers, the sound like slapping ocean waves. I roughly grab his neck and gasp into his ear, a whole litany of cum sounds dancing from my lips. It’s too, too good, and I don’t want it to end.

“I..unh…I don’t… want to come yet!” I cry breathily as I, despite my proclamation, continue pumping myself into his hand.

He laughs huskily and slows his hand.

“Me neither, love…because I think you’re getting ready to squirt all over me, and I want it to be a big one.”

He leans in at the last two words and hungrily nips at my wet, open lips, and we sloppily wrestle tongues for a moment. This, all this, is türkçe bahis getting me wetter and wetter.

He slowly withdraws both his fingers with a delicious sucking sound, and I arch back and whimper, knowing it’s what I asked for.

As I grasp with both hands onto his neck, he withdraws his other hand from my ass. With just the tips of his fingers, he traces both hands down to the top of my pussy lips. He simply rests them there and stares. We both do, and pant together. My bare pussy is shiny all over, my juices having splattered lightly over the top of my cunt with the pumping of his fingers.

I never knew I could be so wet. The patch of rug below us is partially covered in shadow, but is so drenched wet by me that it looks a completely different color than the rest of the carpeting. I notice that of his two hands resting on my cunt, the one that was fucking me is shiny and so completely drenched that his fingertips have started to prune. I also notice his cock beneath us, bits of frothy and delicious pre-cum glossing over the top of it.

He fans his hands over me and, with his thumbs, caresses my swollen, puffy pussy lips. I gasp and mewl, delighted.

His warm hazel eyes glance up at me. He asks, “Are you ready?”

With utmost earnestness, I grab his neck and slide my pussy over his hands in response. And smile.

He looks down and pushes my legs even wider, loosely draping one of my feet over his shoulder. He positions two fingers at my cunt and finally, cosmically, ecstatically pushes them all the way in and curls them upwards, a small, milky trickle dripping its way out.

“Oh my god…” I whimper and fuck his fingers with my hips, crying out so lustily that I arouse even myself.

He is relentless and in a matter güvenilir bahis siteleri of seconds I can hear the wet, slapping waves of juice building up inside me, and I chant a silent prayer that if there’s heaven, it would be this.

Deep inside and into the root of my pussy I feel a meteoric, delicious tickle start to stretch and build; I can literally feel some weight wanting to arc out of me at any moment.

I look down because I know I want to see this.

“Ooof, unf, yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhh, I’m gonna…ah, I’m gonna cum on your hand, baby!” I cry out as I watch him fuck me.

“Do it,” he growls. “All. Over. My. Hand.”

I’m watching, I’m feeling. I’m cumming.

Every wonderful nerve and inch of my sodden, soaking pussy is contracting and exploding beyond the tickle, shattering, epic, sensual pleasure shooting into my deepest core of cunt.

I moan and shout and sing my incoherent praises loudly and gasp, gasp, gasp, gasp, as I watch torrents of milky cum and pussy juice shoot out past his fingers, soaking the carpet, pooling in his hand, splashing onto my stomach and onto his dick. It’s deliciously loud as the cum puddles in his fucking hand crash back and forth as he continues to pump me for more juice. I rock and gasp in amazement at the erotic sight of my exploding, squirting pussy.

I’m slowing and purring, “Oooh, ooh, ooh,” when he starts pumping his fingers as hard and as fast as before. I intake and almost double over onto his chest as I feel and hear another pleasure ocean building deep in my pussy. I eagerly lean back, spread my legs even wider, and push out slightly against his soaking fingers.

I almost weep as I feel the river release yet again and watch an arc of pussy juice shoot out of me and splash onto his chest. I’m melting over and over again, a willing puddle of pleasure at his mercy and at his knees.

I pant and pant, and my grinding begins to slow to a halt along with his fingers.

I meet his warm eyes once more.

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Author’s Note: This is an edited version of the original story. Big thank you to Secretsxywriter for editing and helping me to make it better.

***

I paused the video game as the doorbell rang and darted up so fast, I hit my shoulder on the bookshelf. My reflection in the mirror by the front door seemed decent enough. Maybe I should have shaved?

Glancing into the peephole, I saw Haley arranging her hair. I’d seen it in every color of the rainbow during the years. Today, it was blue.

How long had it been we’d seen each other last? At least six months? Maybe closer to a year?

I took a deep breath and told myself there was no reason to be nervous. She would just be spending one night on the sofa. Yet, there was an uneasiness lingering in my stomach. Maybe it was the adrenaline from playing too many video games.

I opened the door and stepped aside to let her in. “Hi. Hope you didn’t get lost on the way.”

“Easy peasy.” Haley hung her jacket on the coat rack and looked around. “Nice place, Tom.”

I took her backpack. “Would be nicer if I managed to unbox rest of the stuff.”

She vanished into the bathroom. I heard the water running, then she yelled, “There’s no towel!”

“Sorry, I just threw them into the laundry.” I cursed and grabbed one from the closet, rushing it to her. Fat lies. I usually just dried my hands on my pants.

“Thanks for letting me crash here.” Haley took a spot in the corner of the sofa and hugged her knees. “How’ve you been?”

I sat in the opposite corner and started the game up again, hoping to distract myself from the awkwardness of being in the same room with my ex’s little sister. “Better every day. Work’s good. Decent pay. What about you?”

“Trying to graduate, but it feels stupid. No job in sight, and I’m running out of money.”

“You wanna play?” I fished the other controller from under the sofa. “It’s just button smashing.”

“I’m fine.”

I kept grinding my way through Lego Star Wars. Haley sat silently like a falcon waiting for a mouse.

Carol, her older sister, and I had separated in mutual understanding after seven years. Mutual did not meant it hadn’t been painful. Year later, some parts of me were just starting to heal. Haley, unfortunately, reminded me of days of yore. Still, a couple of unpleasant memories weren’t enough for me to deny her request for place to sleep.

“You still living with Brie?” I asked to break the silence.

“That’s why I needed a place to stay tonight. Brie doesn’t want me messing with her sleep before some exam.” Haley fidgeted and picked at her striped socks. “I’m not here to spy for Carol.”

“Didn’t think you were. We talk from time to time. Like adults and stuff,” I said.

“You know, you could say something to me, too.” Haley’s voice sounded surprisingly hurt.

“Sorry. Didn’t think you’d be interested in my problems. You kids with your studies and parties.”

Haley hit me in the shoulder. “You’re not that old.”

“You were a mere shrimp when we first met.”

“I was sixteen!”

“Back in my day…” I glanced at Haley from the corner of my eye. She still looked more like a teen than a twenty-something-year-old woman. She was far from having a boyish figure, but she hadn’t inherited the same curves Carol had. The length of my dry spell became painfully obvious when I caught myself having those thoughts.

We talked some more. None of it was important, but it helped alleviate the increasing tension, maybe for both of us. Haley and I had only talked in passing since Carol had moved out of town. Even before that, I had only seen Haley because of Carol. Our age difference had always felt like a generation gap despite it being less than ten years. Spending time together had never been something we’d done naturally.

“At least you didn’t get fat,” Haley said. “My friend Ann just kept eating after she broke up with her boyfriend, Dan. She spent last spring on the treadmill.”

“Punching sandbags is a good way to get rid of all the excess baggage.”

“Makes it easier to get back into the game.”

I shook the controller. “This is the only game I’m interested right now.”

Haley stared at the screen where plastic bricks rained all over the place. “Sorry I didn’t call or anything. I didn’t want to take sides. Besides, I didn’t know what to say. I always thought you two were set for life.”

“Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans. We drifted apart. Nothing bad in that.”

“I didn’t mean there was.” Haley fell silent.

Knowing she cared made me warm inside. Carol and I had made it abundantly clear to everyone that there was no bad blood between us. Still, some of Carol’s friends has turned passive-aggressive.

“I should really start getting ready.” Haley grabbed her backpack. “You don’t mind if I use the shower?”

“There are more towels in the bedroom closet.”

Haley’s showering summoned my boner, and with it arrived shame. We were both adults. Yet, I felt wanting her was wrong güvenilir bahis on some level—if not all. I had spent my time with work and weekends playing video games or hitting the gym. My friends had urged me to get back on the saddle. I hadn’t bothered explaining how some things were still too jumbled to even think about dating again. Nobody deserved to be a rebound for Carol.

Haley emerged from the shower expedition in a frilly, black-and-white dress with only the barest amount of eyeliner. The wet towel got discarded over the door. “Where am I sleeping?”

“Here, on the sofa. There’s a spare key hanging on the fridge.”

Haley retrieved it and spun the key chain on her finger. “I’ll try to be quiet when I return. Don’t wait up. There are lot of bands in the competition.”

“I’ll get everything ready so you can just fall down. Don’t leave your drink alone, and don’t drink too much.”

“I won’t, Dad. See ya.”

After the door shut behind Haley, I felt the tension fade away. I played some more, watched half of a movie, and got up to prepare the sofa. Haley was short enough to sleep on it unobstructed. I chose matching sheets and pillowcase. I remembered stuff like that had been really important to her on her teens.

I went to bed hoping talking to Haley would be more natural in the morning. In high school, you thought things would get easier when you grew up. Unfortunately, being an adult was just as tough. People were just better at hiding how they were winging it.

Maybe I could escape to the gym? Haley probably had better things to do than hang at my place, so she would leave early. Well, as early as one wakes up after clubbing. If she even came here for the night. Surely, there were many eager boys willing to take her home.

There was a sting in my gut when I had that thought. I felt silly. Was I really so lonely that I was pining for every girl that came close to me? Even my ex’s sister?

The sad answer? Yes. It wasn’t only that, though. Haley was fun and quick-witted. She was cute. It made sense to be interested in her. But that road only led to trouble.

Eventually, sleep saved me from my circling thoughts.

* * *

I woke to a morning wood. There had been sex in my dreams, but with whom and where, I had no clue. The details drifted into oblivion while my senses came back to me. I was hot even without my blanket. Instead, I was hugging something warm and soft. A cloud of blue hair filled my view when I opened my eyes.

I rolled away as soon as I understood what was going on, conscious to the fact my hard-on had pressed against Haley’s ass.

“I’m so sorry!” Haley blurted and stumbled out of the bed. She was wearing an oversized Metallica T-shirt as a nightie. “Your neighbors kept making noise, and I couldn’t sleep, so I snuck in here.”

“You could’ve said something.” I laid on my stomach and prayed my cock would start to behave.

Haley stood with her face turned away from me. “I tried, but I you didn’t wake up.”

“No harm done. Sorry I hugged you. I mean that I…”

“It’s nothing. It’s my fault.”

“Could you make us coffee or something, or do you want to sleep some more? I can go to the gym.”

Haley rushed out of the room.

I could smell her on the pillow next to me. Hints of lemon and raspberry filled my nose. Whatever shampoo she was using wasn’t the crap I smeared in my hair on occasion. There were a couple of blue hairs left as proof that she had really been there and this wasn’t just another dream state.

I had slept only in my boxers. Luckily, I had woken up, or God knows how I might’ve embarrassed myself further. After another minute when my boner still refused to behave, I snatched a towel from the closet and rushed into the bathroom. If I was quick, I could rub one out during the shower and Haley would never know.

I turned the water on and threw my boxers into the laundry basket. My cock twitched when I grabbed it. It yearned to be touched by someone other than me. Maybe going for a one night stand wouldn’t be that bad. At least I wouldn’t make a fool of myself in front of someone I knew.

While the water flowed over me, I slid my fingers up and down my shaft. I could smell Haley again. I pictured myself kissing her back. She would press her ass against me, teasing my cock. My hands tingled, and I stroked faster. Her pussy would be wet and demanding. I’d wrap my hands around her, entering her with one hard push. She’d moan and tremble in my arms.

I used shower gel for lube and quickened the pace. Foam dripped on the floor, the water sweeping it away. There was a sudden loud knock on the door.

“What are you doing?” Haley asked.

I froze, only moments from orgasm. “Just taking a quick shower. I’ll be right out.”

“Are you masturbating?”

The water hitting the floor was the only sound for a moment. All of the foam washed away, revealing my aching cock yearning for release. I just stood there my fingers around my shaft and stared at the door.

“Could türkçe bahis you come out?” Haley finally asked. Her voice cracked. Out of nervousness? “I’d like to talk.”

I turned off the shower, my hand resting on the cool, metal handle while I glanced at my towel that seemed so far away. “Can’t we talk through the door?”

“Please.”

I haphazardly dried off, put the boxers back on, and wrapped the towel around my waist. Still, I felt like my raging erection could be seen from miles away. I cracked the door and peered out. Haley stood in the hall twisting the hem of her shirt. She looked up as the light from the bathroom hit her face.

“I’m really sorry. I lied. There was no noise. I just wanted to lay next to you for a while.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re a great guy, and I wanted to know what it would feel like to be with you. I know it was super creepy. I was just going to go back to the sofa when you rolled over and put your arm around me. I hoped you’d roll back, but it got cozy. Then I fell asleep.”

The coffee maker bubbled in the kitchen.

“Yeah, okay.” I could buy her story, but I was still curious. Haley looked like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “But why?”

Her eyes dropped again. “I wanted to ask you out the moment I heard you and Carol broke up. I thought maybe after this long, you were up for dating again. I was wrong. You still see me as a little girl. More like a sister than a woman. I can live with that, I’m not a child. I just wanted to entertain the idea that you’d be with me—even for a moment.”

“I don’t—”

Her fists clenched. “You don’t have to sugarcoat this.”

“I’m not—”

“If you don’t like me, that’s okay. But I felt it.” She looked at my crotch, and damn it, my cock twitched. “Maybe you don’t want to date me, but we could be friends with benefits. I haven’t had sex in five months. I’d really like some. I know I’m totally in the stalker territory right now, but you are a really bangable dude.”

My head was spinning. What should I say? There were no easy answers. Or maybe any. “It’s not that I don’t like you. You look really fine, but…”

“I’m Carol’s little sister.”

“It’s not even the ‘little’ part. I’d have to tell her eventually.”

“Why?” Haley asked.

“Because if I don’t and she finds out, she’ll think I hid it from her.”

“So you’re going to report to her all the women you bang from here to eternity?”

“You know you’re a special case.” I couldn’t face her gaze anymore. She wasn’t completely wrong. “I don’t know if I’m ready yet.”

“Okay. I didn’t mean to harass you. Even if it totally looks like that. It’s just…” She brushed the back of my hand. Her voice was softer when she said, “Just consider me when you are ready to do stuff with women again?”

I watched her when she turned to go back to the kitchen. I couldn’t end it like this.

The words had built up like a fortress in my chest during these solitary months. I had to force them out of my mouth. “I know it’s stupid. But on some level, I feel guilty about the break-up. I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you, too.”

“So I’m just a sister to you,” Haley said, her back still towards me.

“I’d hardly have to masturbate in the shower if you were.” When she slowly turned, I let my gaze wander over her body. “That morning wood was all you.”

To my surprise, she blushed. “You ground against me.”

“I am so sorry.”

She snickered. “Don’t worry. If anything, it was my fault. It was inevitable once I crawled into bed and snuggled with you.”

“I’m so confused right now.” I leaned against the wall.

“Your dick isn’t.”

I looked down. “I shouldn’t let it make decisions.”

“I’m going to say this and then leave you alone. What’s the worst that could happen? I’m on the pill. Why can’t two adults have some fun?”

I stared after Haley when she turned once more and went to the kitchen. I could hear her pour the coffee into mugs. She was right, and I believed her when she said all of this had started innocently. Question was, should I let it end innocently? My cock had clearly made up its mind.

“I’d probably just disappoint you,” I said weekly, stepping into the kitchen. “I haven’t been with a woman in over nine months.”

“You forget stuff that fast?” Haley asked from behind the rim of her coffee mug. She had chosen the purple one with all the unicorns. The one Carol had left behind.

I bit my lip. Should I go with the truth? “I just want to throw you on the bed and fuck you senseless.”

She took a step closer. “What’s stopping you?”

I let the towel fall. “Because if it’s you, I’d like to savor it. I’ve been nervous ever since you asked to stay here. It’s true, you didn’t really hit my radar before because you are Carol’s sister. But I like you. We’ve been friends for years, and I’d rather do this with someone I know than some random chick from a bar.”

“Who’s talking now? You or your dick?” Haley asked and put the mug on the table.

I took güvenilir bahis siteleri her hand. Her fingers were smooth and cold despite holding the hot beverage. After all, she was still wearing only the T-shirt. My throat felt tight suddenly. “Maybe you should ask it?”

She smiled when I traced her fingers over my stomach and down to my boxers. I bent to kiss her. She rose to her toes at the same time, and we banged our foreheads together. Nervous laughter burst out while we looked at each other.

This second time, we were both careful until our lips touched. She tasted of coffee. The kiss was filled with desperate force. Her cold fingers were a hot iron on my skin. I had forgotten how wonderful it was to be touched. I almost yelped when her hand made its way into my boxers. She kissed my chest, and I pressed her against me, concentrating on the feeling of her fingers running up and down my shaft.

“Did I really cause this?” Haley asked, her voice husky.

“This wasn’t the first time.”

Haley tugged on my boxers until they dropped to my ankles. Then she knelt before me while pressing more kisses on my skin.

“What are you—”

“You told me to ask it.” She took a firm grip of my cock and placed a kiss on the head, to which it twitched. “It likes me.”

I gulped as shivers raced up from where she held me.

Her eyes on me, she licked under the head then slowly let her lips wander around it.

The wet warmth of her mouth made me gasp. I grabbed the table to stop from crumbling under her touch. Her sexy gaze. When her head moved slowly back and forth, dancing lights cluttered my vision. Her tongue caressed the sides of my cock as she took it deeper. She started to stroke with one hand while the other groped my ass.

I panted at the building orgasm. It would’ve been so easy to just let her take me all the way. I whined and grabbed her stroking hand instead. An audible groan escaped my lips when I pulled her up and my cock left her mouth. “Not yet!”

“I don’t mind cum,” Haley said. She let out a joyous cry when I lifted her completely off the ground.

I took her in my arms, and she kissed me again. For a moment, I just stood there holding her while we kissed, our tongues exploring each others mouths. My cock was wet after her treatment and felt chilly now. I finally staggered to the bedroom while still kissing her.

“You asked for this.” I threw her on the bed. She laughed and struggled with her shirt and threw it on the floor. I noticed that she didn’t on have any panties. “Where did those go?”

“They were soaked.”

I lowered myself on her and kissed her between her breasts. Her nipples were already hard. They grew more taut while I played with them. Now it was her turn to shiver. I licked and sucked on one breast and then moved to the other. My mouth wandered over her collar bone one kiss at a time and then attacked her neck. She twisted and trembled under me. After I had made her whole neck blazing red, I traced my way back to her breasts and then continued downward.

“No time.” She pushed me back and slid her fingers between her pussy lips. I could hear the wet sounds when she pushed them inside. Her blue hair framed her flustered face. “I told you, I’m soaked. I want your dick right now.”

I knelt between her spread legs. Her pussy was glistening from her juices. My cock felt hot in my hand. She looked pleadingly at me. Slowly, I pushed my cock inside her.

Breathing heavily, Haley bit her lip and closed her eyes. “It’s been way too long. Give it to me.”

I took my time, but only because I didn’t want to cum instantly. She was so wet, it took no effort to bury my cock completely in her. The need to fuck her drummed in my veins. She wasn’t the only one who needed this.

She wrapped her legs around me and lifted her hips to meet each of my thrusts. I slipped one arm under shoulders and held her to me. She hung onto my neck with one of hers. She weighed next to nothing.

The bed creaked in our rhythm. Our bodies were hot. My back was already sweaty.

Haley let go of me and grasped the sheets. A quiet whimper escaped her mouth. Her eyes opened and looked up at me, but they were glassy. Her moaning grew louder with every thrust.

My muscles burned from the strain. My lust forced me to fuck her harder than I usually would have. I, too, was left without words and just grunted when I tried to tell her to cum for me.

For a moment, I thought I had hurt Haley in my haste as a wailing scream erupted from her throat. Then I felt her orgasm. Her body thrashed under me, and her head swung from side to side. It was pure bliss watching her.

When her legs fell limp and her back touched the bed once again, my cock hit some new place inside of her. My orgasm burst like a dam. I collapsed on my elbows and kept fucking her with everything I had. The pleasure blasted through my skull, making my ears hum.

The next time I understood what was happening, I was lying on top of Haley, and we both were drenched in sweat.

“Don’t,” she groaned when I tried to pull out. She wiggled her hand between us, and I could feel her rub herself. She shivered and moaned in the midst of a new, smaller orgasm. Then she let out a long, pleased sigh.

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I was only nineteen when my former master delivered me in chains to my new mistresses. He had kept me in chains ever since I tried to run away six months prior to the sale. When the two spinster sisters, Clara, age 31, and Hannah, age 39, offered him five hundred dollars for me, he accepted willingly. They seemed old to me then. I was only nineteen but as time went by, I realized their age was unimportant.

He warned the sisters, “Keep his legs chained. The stupid boy wants to run away.”

When I was alone with my new owners, they stood me in front of them and removed all my clothing. What they couldn’t remove over the chains, they cut away with their scissors.

They sat back in their chairs and admired my nude body.

“It’ll be fun dressing him in good clothes; just like having a life-size doll,” Hannah, the elder sister said.

“I can just picture him in a frilly dress with a lace bodice, and a blond wig,” Clara, the younger sister replied.

Soon, Clara, my younger owner commented, “His dickie is hanging limp. That won’t help us.”

Hannah, my elder owner, replied, “I’ll straighten it out.”

She took my penis in her hand and started pumping it. It was soon erect. I didn’t object. I was a slave; I had no right to object.

“Would you like to suck on his dickie, little sister,” Hanna asked.

“Oh, yes, Hannah. I would.” Clara dropped to her knees before me, put my erect penis in her mouth, and moved her head back and forth. Soon, my hips were moving in harmony güvenilir bahis with her movements. I ejaculated deep into her mouth.

When I finished cumming, she released my penis, and swallowed my juice. “Oh, that was delightful. He’s going to be a good slave, sister. Would you like to try him out?”

“Yes, but we have to let him recuperate. I’ll get him a chair so he can sit and rest.”

Hannah placed a chair behind me. I sat. She reached her hand into her bodice and, as she took out a key, she said to me, “I think someday soon you’ll be reaching in there to feel my boobs.”

She released the chains on my arms but not the chains on my legs.

The sisters talked excitedly about their new possession, me. They made their plans for me and I liked their plans.

During waking hours, I was to be their houseboy and caretaker. During sleeping hours, I would sleep in bed between them every night and service whichever one – or both – wanted service that particular night. Three to a bed sounds cozy and, under those circumstances, it is.

At one point, my younger owner said, “I like the idea of a spontaneous fuck.” The elder sister agreed. Right then and there, they agreed that if at any time, I wanted to service one or the other of them, at least one of them would oblige me.

My former master had made no provisions for my sex life. All that I could do was jerk-off when I was alone. The thought of having two good looking mistresses to fuck whenever I wanted was stimulating to say türkçe bahis the least.

The conversation was giving me a hard-on so I boldly asked, “Would one of you want me to service you right now?”

Both excitingly exclaimed, “Me.”

“Well, take my leg chains off so that I can service you better.”

“Do you promise not to try to run away,” the elder asked.

I promised. Who would want to run away with two nice pieces of ass to fuck whenever I wanted. And, they had to provide my support.

When I was free of my chains I said, “Now, one at a time, undress for me so that my hard-on is strong enough to service you both. Their response to my requests was unbelievable.

“I’m older. I get to undress first. Clara, you unbutton my dress.”

Dutifully Clara unbuttoned her big sister’s dress. It dropped to the floor. Hannah’s bodice slipped easily over her head. The key dropped to the floor. Hannah picked it up and put it on the table.

Clara helped her sister remove her petticoats and pantaloons. Hannah stood naked before me.

Clara was so eager to undress that she needed no help removing her clothing.

Hannah led the three-person parade to the only bedroom in the house. I positioned the two women crosswise on the bed, their legs dangling to the floor.

I picked up Hannah’s legs and positioned them on my shoulder. The aroma from her genitalia did not encourage me to eat her pussy. I quickly and unceremoniously stuck my dick in her vagina and pumped a couple of times. güvenilir bahis siteleri I withdrew because I knew Clara wanted service.

Clara’s pussy didn’t smell bad but I couldn’t eat hers without eating Hannah’s and I didn’t want to taste Hannah’s until she washed it.

I put a couple of thrusts into Clara. Then I withdrew my penis, reinserted it into Hannah and let her be first to receive my cum in her pussy. Clara had already received my cum in her mouth.

I was their slave and they were my owners but they did all I asked them to do. The roles may just as well have been reversed.

I took the two girls to their wash room. I ordered them to bathe one another and to pay special attention to their genitals. Not only did they obey me, each woman used her fingers to help the other woman masturbate. Hannah even squirted copiously.

After watching them masturbate one another, I was ready to fuck anyone available. There being only my two owners available, I chose Clara and gave her a long fuck. She loved it and squirted before I could come but I finished fucking her anyway. I made Hannah wash Clara and me. Then I ordered my two owners to clean the room. Neither Clara nor Hannah questioned my orders.

As we prepared for bed that first night, Hannah surprised me by saying, “You jerked off in Clara’s mouth this afternoon and let her eat some of your cum. Will you fuck me in my mouth and let me eat some of your cum, too?”

Of course, I had to say “Yes” in order to maintain my dominance over them. I had Hannah kneel beside the bed and I fucked her in the mouth. She swallowed all my cum and thanked me profusely for the service. Clara watched our performance and gave us a round of applause when we finished.

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Trish, got a call from her friends to go out dancing. She agreed to go, asking if they’d come at 9 o’clock to pick her up.

She got ready to go out. She had a new dress that she wanted to wear. It was a little black dress.

Trish is a 28-year-old big, beautiful woman. She stands 6 feet tall barefooted. She has a DD bar cup size, and wears a size 18. Her most stunning features are her medium length red hair, and big brown eyes. She has always laughed that she is hider not a flaunter in clothing.

But this little black dress is going to show all her curves, and her long legs. She decided to wear some heels to look extra cute, even though it will make her well over 6 feet tall.

Trish was ready when her friends got there. They all went to the club ready to find some fun.

Tom was hanging out with a couple of his friends. They started getting bored just hanging around the house. They all agreed to go to a club to see what kind of fun they could find.

Tom is about 5 foot 6 inches tall, with very broad shoulders. He is very fit, and toned. Tom has sandy blond hair, and blue eyes. He is a very handsome 25-year-old man. Though he carries himself well he is always concerned about the size of his cock.

Tom knows that he is not very well endowed. He’s measured himself when he was hard, his cock measuring up at just over 5 ½ inches. He is proud that his cock is very thick with a bulbous head, but even more proud that he has very large balls.

Trish, and her friends were able to get a table. They were having drinks while watching the crowd. They all were checking out the men. Trish didn’t really see anyone that was catching her eye.

A guy came, and asked her to dance. When she stood up from her seat, she was taller than him. He looked up, and made a smart-ass comment about her being so big and tall. Trish decided that she didn’t want to dance after all – telling him to beat it, and sat back down.

Trish ordered another drink while her friends were all out on the dance floor. She was getting very discouraged; this is how it always turns out when she is at a club. Alone at the table.

Tom, and his friends got to the club. They were searching the room to see who was there. Tom was at the bar getting a drink, when he noticed Trish.

Her red hair is what truly caught his attention. He paid for his beer, and decided to go talk to Trish. Tom walked over to the table. He asked, “May I join you?”

Trish looked at Tom for a second. She replied, “Sure, my friends are all out on the dance floor.”

Tom smiled, and took a seat right next to Trish. He stuck his hand out, and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Tom.” He said.

Reaching for his hand, “Hi, I’m Trish. Nice to meet you.” She replied.

Tom asked, “Why are you not out on the dance floor?”

Trish just shrugged her shoulders.

“Do you want to dance?” Tom asked. “I would love to dance with you.” Tom told her.

Trish sighed, and said, “You don’t need to do that.” “I’m fine sitting here watching. I’m used to it.”

Tom looked at Trish oddly. “Why would you be used to it?” “Do you not like to dance?” Tom asked her.

Trish chuckled, and told him, “No, I love to dance. But I seem to intimidate guys.”

“Really?” Tom said surprised. He could not understand why, she was beautiful.

“Yeah, I am a bigger lady, and most guys don’t always like that.” Trish told him.

“Seriously?” “Don’t they know bigger is better!” Tom said.

Trish smiled at him, “Thanks.”

“No, I’m very serious.” “You are very beautiful!” Tom said.

Tom grabbed Trish’s hand, and said, “Let’s go dance.”

Trish stood up, she towered over Tom. He looked up at Trish, and smiled. “Oh, yeah… you are beautiful!”

They went out on the dance floor, and danced the next four songs together. Trish was having a wonderful time.

“Wow, I’m warm. I need a drink.” Trish said fanning herself.

Tom held her hand, and led her back to the table. When they got back to the table, all of Trish’s friends were there.

Trish introduced Tom to all of them, and sat down to get off her feet. She quickly remembered why she did not wear heels often.

They all said hello to each other. Tom was able to find a chair to bring over to the table, and sit with them. While they were, all talking, Tom’s friends came over. They told Tom that they were heading home. They asked if güvenilir bahis he needed a ride? Tom looked at Trish, and asked her, “Do I need a ride with them home?”

Trish smiled, she looked at his friends, and said, “No, I will make sure he gets home tonight.”

They all said good-bye, and left the club. Trish’s friends were ready to leave also. Trish told them to go on home, that Tom, and her will get a cab. So, her friends left the club also.

Tom, and Trish decided it was time to leave also.

They went outside to look for a cab. At the moment, there weren’t any around. Tom was holding Trish’s hand. He started walking. Trish asked him, “Where are we going?”

Tom replied, “Let’s start walking, and get away from all the noise.”

As Tom was walking past an alleyway, he pulled Trish inside. She asked him, “What are you doing?”

Tom smiled, and told her, “I would like to kiss you.” “May I?” he asked her.

Trish said “Yes, most definitely!”

It was a little awkward at first. But they were able to get positioned so they weren’t so clumsy.

Tom kissed Trish passionately, while she was returning the kiss.

Tom moved to kissing Trish’s neck. Trish moved her head to the side so Tom would have better access. Trish started moaning. Tom started blowing in her ear. By him doing this it gave her goosebumps all over her body. Tom whispered in her ear, “You want to go back to my place, or yours?”

Trish moaned, and replied, “Whichever is closer!”

Tom laughed. They walked back to the street. Tom waved down a cab. When they got into the back of the cab Tom asked Trish, “What street do you live on?”

She replied, “Oak street.”

Tom said, “I’m closer.” He told the cabbie where to go.

The cab stopped in front of Tom’s house. Tom paid the cabbie, and they got out of the car. Tom grabbed Trish’s hand, and then he led her into the house.

Once they got inside the door, Trish kicked off her heels. By doing this it only made her about 5 inches taller than Tom. So, it was not as awkward kissing, like it was in the alleyway.

Tom backed Trish up against the wall, and started kissing her again. Trish wrapped her arms around Tom’s neck. Tom was rubbing on Trish’s tits.

Trish put her head against the wall moaning.

Trish’s tits have always been overly sensitive.

Tom leaned down a little, and started sucking on her nipples through her dress. Trish put her hands-on Tom’s head holding him to her tits.

He reached behind her to unzip her dress, lightly cupping her ass while moving up to the zipper. Then he pulled the front of her dress down off her tits. He now was able to tongue directly on her nipples. Trish was squirming against the wall, moaning.

Tom lifted his head, to kiss her again. Trish started pulling his shirt up to his chest. She wanted to feel his skin. He stopped kissing her so, she could pull his shirt all the way off. Trish was rubbing her hands up, and down Tom’s chest.

Trish asked if they could go to his bedroom to get more comfortable. Tom agreed, and led her to the bedroom.

Once they were in the bedroom Trish got completely undressed. Tom took off his pants, but left his boxer briefs on. They both got on the bed, sitting on their knees facing one another.

They were both lightly touching all over each others bodies. Trish could see that Tom’s cock was hard. She went to touch it. He pulled back a little. This threw Trish off for a second. “What’s the matter?” “Why haven’t you taken your underwear off?” Trish asked Tom.

Tom was a little embarrassed. “I have to confess; I don’t have very big cock.”

Trish looked down, and replied, “From what I can see it looks to be a good size.” “Let me see it.”

Tom got off the bed, with his back to her, he pulled off his underwear. When he turned around his cock was standing straight out in front of him.

Trish smiled, “Your cock is beautiful!” She told Tom.

Tom crawled back on the bed, facing Trish. She reached down to rub his cock. Tom moaned once Trish’s hands were on him.

Trish asked Tom, “Would you please lay down on the bed?”

Tom laid down, and stretched out. Trish started rubbing all over Tom’s body.

Trish leaned over Tom, and started licking his nipples. After his nipples hardened in her mouth, Trish moved downwards kissing along Tom’s stomach.

When Trish got to his cock, türkçe bahis she put the tip in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head. She was rubbing his balls as she was starting to go up, and down on Tom’s cock with her mouth.

Tom told Trish, “Turn your ass around here so I can play with your pussy.”

Trish turned her body so that she could still suck on Tom’s cock while he started finger fucking her pussy.

Trish was moaning on Tom’s cock, which made Tom moan. Trish would lift off his cock to give her jaw a break for a moment. When her mouth was not on his cock, she was moving her hand up, and down. She leaned down to kiss Tom in the crease of his leg that joins with the groin. That made Tom moan even louder.

Tom instructed Trish, “I want you to get up on your knees. Then take your right leg, and put it over my stomach, and lean back. I want to taste your pussy.”

Trish did as Tom asked of her. He started licking her pussy. She inhaled sharply. It felt absolutely wonderful.

Trish was having a hard time concentrating on Tom’s cock while he was licking her. She lifts her mouth off his cock, and leaned up. She noticed that his cock fell right between her tits. She squeezed her tits around his cock. Tom started thrusting his hips, fucking her tits.

Trish came on Tom’s hand. It felt so good having a man touching her. It had been a little while.

Tom asked Trish, “How do you want to be?”

Trish replied, “Let’s start out with me on my back.”

They both shifted around so Trish was laying on her back, and Tom was on top of her. Tom was sucking on her tits. Trish was squirming under Tom from all the sensations she was feeling.

Tom then grabbed a condom out of the side table by the bed. He got up on his knees, and put the condom on.

Tom took Trish’s legs, and lifted them up to her chest so she was wide open for him. Tom thrust his cock into her pussy, and stayed still for a moment.

Tom started thrusting in, and out of Trish’s pussy. She wanted to be able to move against his cock. But the way he had her legs, she couldn’t move.

After a couple of minutes, Tom leaned back, and put her feet on his shoulders. Now Trish was able to meet every one of Tom’s thrusts.

Trish reached down, and started rubbing her clit. She had an orgasm that made her squirt all over the front of Tom’s stomach. She was pretty turned on watching her juices run down his stomach into

his pubic hair.

“That was fucking hot!” Tom said to her. “I have never seen any women do that before in real life.”

Trish smiled, and replied, “There is more where that came from!”

Tom moved, and told Trish. “Get on your hands, and knees'”

Trish got up, and turned around. Tom entered her from behind.

Tom leaned over Trish’s back to rub her tits. He was rolling, and pinching her nipples, making them very hard.

Trish then leaned down so that her head was on the bed. At this angle, she could really feel Tom’s cock. It felt so good. She then reached under her, and started rubbing Tom’s balls while he was thrusting into her pussy.

Tom asked Trish, “Can I finger your ass?”

“Oh, yes please do!” Trish responded.

Tom spit on Trish’s asshole, and inserted his thumb, making Trish scream.

Tom pulled his thumb out of her ass quickly. “What’s wrong? Why did you stop?” Trish asked.

“You screamed, I thought I hurt you.” Tom replied.

Trish chuckled, and replied, “Did I forget to mention that I am a screamer?”

Tom responded with a big smile, “Yes you did. I like it!”

Trish looked over her shoulder with a coy, sly look at Tom, and said, “So then finger fuck my ass. It felt amazing.”

Tom spit on Trish’s asshole again, and inserted his thumb. He started moving his thumb with the rhythm of his thrusting in her pussy.

Trish yelled out, “Pound my pussy!” “Fuck! Your cock feels wonderful!”

Tom started thrusting harder. Trish yelled, “Harder! You won’t hurt me.”

Tom took his thumb out of her ass, so he could grab her hips to start pounding her pussy hard.

Trish moved her hand from Tom’s balls to her clit. She was rubbing frantically, she screamed, and had a huge orgasm.

Tom slowed down on his thrusting after Trish had her orgasm. He knew he was on the verge of cumming. He was not ready to end this with Trish yet. Her pussy is so tight around his cock, güvenilir bahis siteleri and feeling fantastic.

Tom pulled out of Trish, and laid on his back. “Crawl on top of me.” Tom told her.

Trish slid down onto Tom’s rock hard cock. She started grinding against him. Trish leaned forward, and Tom grabbed her ass, and started pumping into her pussy.

Trish was kissing Tom. At one point, she started sucking on his tongue while they were fucking. That turned Tom on so much, that he started thrusting upwards harder, and faster. He moved his head, and grunted loudly as he came.

Tom didn’t think he had ever came that hard before. He was drained, but felt alive.

Trish had another orgasm when Tom had his. She laid on top of him for a few minutes. When she tried to move off him, he wrapped his arms around her to keep her still.

After a few more minutes, Tom let go of Trish, and she got off him. She laid on the bed in pure ecstasy.

Tom got up, and went into the bathroom to remove the full condom. He cleaned himself up, then came back to bed.

He swatted Trish on the ass, and asked her, “Are you alive over there?”

Trish laughed, and responded, “Barely.” “That was phenomenal!” She told Tom.

He laughed, and agreed with her.

Tom asked Trish, “Do you want to stay all night, or do you want me to take you home?”

Trish opened her eyes, and looked at Tom. “Are you kicking me out?” She asked.

“God, no I want you to stay.” Tom told her. “I just want to make sure that is what you want also.”

Trish replied, “I would like to stay at least until morning.” She added, “Besides I don’t think I will be able to move for a bit anyways.”

Tom laughed. They laid beside one another. They were asking each other about themselves. They laid there, and talked for about an hour. They both crashed out with smiles on their faces.

Tom woke up with a rock-hard cock, and knew where he wanted to put it. He started rubbing on Trish’s ass. She started pushing back at his hand.

Tom rolled her over, spread her legs, and thrust into her. Trish opened her eyes, and looked at Tom with a smile. “Good morning, handsome.” She said to Tom.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Tom said to Trish.

They fucked slowly, at a leisurely pace. Tom had not put on a condom. He was getting ready to pull out. Trish wrapped her legs around him. “It’s okay, I’m on the pill – cum in my pussy.”

Tom thrust a couple more times, and they came together.

Tom rolled off Trish bringing her with him. The laid there for a bit, and cuddled.

Tom chuckled, and said to Trish, “I like when we are laying down.”

Trish looked at Tom oddly, and asked, “Why is that?”

“Because when we are laying down, it doesn’t matter that I am shorter than you.” Tom replied.

“Does my height bother you?” Trish asked Tom.

“Hell, no!” Tom responded, “I love your long legs, and when we dance I can rest my head on your tits.” Tom said.

Trish laughed, and replied, “Well, I am glad I can give you a comfortable place to rest your head.”

Tom laughed with her. Then got serious, and asked her, “Do you have a problem with me being shorter than you?”

Trish looked at Tom in the eyes, and told him honestly. “Height has never been an issue with me. Besides we are the same size laying down.”

Tom pulled Trish in closer to him, and kissed her.

Trish looked at Tom, and said to him, “Unfortunately, I need to get home. I already had plans for the day.”

Tom replied, “No problem, I will get you home.”

They both got out of bed, they each went to the bathroom, and got dressed.

Tom drove Trish home. When he got to her place he turned, and looked at her. “Can I see you again?” He asked.

Trish lean over, and kissed Tom. “Most definitely!” She told him.

They exchanged phone numbers. Kissing again before saying good bye.

As Trish got out of the car, she asked Tom, “What are you doing later?”

Tom smiled, and said to her, “Waiting for your call, so I can come over to see you.”

Trish laughed, and told Tom that she will call later.

When she got to her door she turned, and waved at Tom with a huge smile on her face.

Tom waved back, and waited until she got inside her house. As he was pulling away, his phone rang. He looked at it, and it was Trish.

Tom laughed as he answered the phone. “That was fast, miss me already?” He asked.

Trish laughed, and told him, “I just wanted to say thank you for last night. I was the best night ever!”

“You’re more than welcome.” Tom noted to Trish. “I’ll look forward seeing you soon!”

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