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“It would hurt so bad.” Vanessa told me. ” I mean that’s an out hole not an in!”

“I guess.” I said “But… she likes it.” I finished pointing at a picture online of a blonde girl with her ass in the air and a large vibrator inside of it.

“That picture probably isn’t even real.” She said, “You know all the shit they can do with pictures on the Internet.”

“I dunno it looks real.” Starring at the picture I couldn’t help but think what was going through the girls mind… what would it feel like do guys like it better in there then in a pussy?

“Its not real silly girl… I have to get to work.” She said “Are we hooking up tonight at the club?”

“Sure.” I said absentmindedly clicking to the next picture this time a blond girl with a huge black cock in her ass making a painful face.

“Ok don’t stare at that thing to long. I’ll see you at 11.” She said closing the door behind her.

I bit my lip and clicked the next picture an up close shot of cum drooling out of an asshole. Licking my lips I glanced up at the clock 4pm. I shut down the computer and went into my bedroom taking off my clothing I stared in the mirror.

“Not bad.” I thought to myself noting how short I was. Just barely 5 feet tall I thought cupping my large full breasts letting my soft fingertips run against my big round hard nipples. Turning slowly I stared at my ass round full nice wide hips. Bending over and spreading my legs I looked into the mirror again bent fully at the waist my ass was high in the air I could see my bare shaven pussy my lips were puffy and drenched with wetness. I stroked a finger up my cunt. It looked hot, like the pictures on the computer. I pressed my tiny finger into my pussy UHHH Moaning softly. In and out I pumped my finger pressing another in now two hot fingers probing in and out of my hot pussy the blood rushing to my head from bending this way it felt hot I felt so dizzy cuming hard it drooled down my thighs. Pulling my fingers out again I tickled my asshole with my index finger twitching slightly I pressed it into the first knuckle pressing back and forth a little bit then more. Pushing my whole finger in now and wiggling it around twitching again then moaning out. I got down on my knees ass still in the air face pressed to the floor now I wiggled my finger in my ass more. Now my other hand up to my pussy pushing two fingers into it pumping my hot pussy with my fingers and fucking my asshole with my finger. UHH SHIT.

I screamed loud so loud I’m sure the whole apartment complex heard my body falling to the floor and shaking uncontrollably. “UHHHHHHHH FUCK MY Asshole BABY UHHHH!” After a few moments I pulled my fingers out of my cunt and licked them clean then walked to the bathroom and washed my hands. That was the most intense orgasm I have ever felt…. I HAVE TO HAVE MORE. I thought!

I took a shower and got dressed. Low slung pants so low that it was good that I shave because my pubes would have been obviously almanbahis view able. My shirt was just to the waist of my pants. That way if I wanted to I could raise my arms above my head while dancing and bare my abdomen. My breasts were full and firm pressed together even tighter in my red lace bra. I wore a black shirt that was cut in a V formation showing the lace at the edge of my bra fully exposing the thick cleavage the bra had formed.

I got into my car. And old Chevrolet and drove to the club. Checking my watch… 9:30. Sighing slightly I found a parking place and touched up my makeup one final time glossfying my lips and adding a dab of mascara. I try to keep my makeup light when I am at a club since you get so sweaty on the dance floor it all ends up on someone’s clothing if you get to heavy with it.

I walked to the bouncer and handed him my ID. I’m sure he barely glanced at the id because his eyes were focused on my tits. He moved out of the way and opened the door for me handing my ID back. I giggled inside because he forgot to stamp my hand with the UNDER 21 stamp. Although maybe he just can’t add because I will be 21 this year. The loud music hit my ears as I stepped into the club. Squinting my eyes I saw the dancers on the floor. I wandered out and began dancing with a few of my friends. I didn’t know all of them by name but we were the regulars. Pumping my ass against the man behind my I felt his cock getting hard with each wiggle against him I felt his prick get harder and harder for me. I loved to tease men and make them horny with my body.

“Hey Samantha you better watch it.” He said

It looked like he was watching me plenty for the both of us so I just shrugged. I turned around pressing my tittys against him for a few moments then taking a step back and raising my arms above my head rocking my pelvis forward and back in a pumping fashion. My pubic area visible now his hands swept across my belly then lower to my shaven area and back up to my navel our bodies touched while I rocked my pelvis forward then back humping against his pants his bulge now completely firm. Thankfully for him he was wearing baggy dark blue jeans that hid his package and a tight white “wife beater” with a short sleeved black button down shirt unbuttoned over it. He was hot how could I not press against him. He towered over my and had a strong build green eyes black short hair nice cologne.

His hands touched my hips and I turned around again pressing my ass up and brushing it against his cock again bending at the waist like I was in the mirror I put my hands on the floor and popped my ass up against him to the beat. He took my hips and pulled my ass against him harder again. Again. Again. To the beat. He pulled me up so I was standing face to face with him and grabbed my wrist hard. We moved away from the crowd. My heart raced as he pulled me into his car.

“Where we going Ben?” I asked giggling inside.

He didn’t say anything almanbahis yeni giriş just rubbed the bulge in his pants awkwardly trying to move it to a more comfortable position. I turned on the radio to the local channel that broadcasts the club live every Friday night and the music pumped in his car. It felt like forever but I’m sure it was only a few minutes before he pulled into a parking lot and slid out of the car. Moving around to my side he opened the door and took me by my hand again shutting the car his alarm blooped a few times. Practically dragging my now we moved up to a doorway and he opened it pushing me inside he slammed the door behind us and deadbolted it.

“Need to change your boxers?” I Joked.

He grabbed me and lifted me up in to a cradle position like a groom carrying his bride he walked into the bedroom and plopped me onto his bed on top of me in seconds he was biting my flesh kissing my mouth. His tongue darted into my mouth and I twirled mine back against his. His hands in my pants rubbing my hot pussy it was wet SOO wet I’m sure my jeans were soaking as well. He plunged two fingers in pumping them against my g-spot he bite my neck again. He slid his hand out of my pussy and licked his fingers then pulled my shirt off roughly over my head. My breasts were heaving up and down panting with anticipation he pulled my tits out of my bra pushing it down under them he bite my hard nipple with his teeth. Licking at my nipple his other hand slid down and unbuttoned my pants I kicked them off the baggy leg holes making it easy to do so even with my shoes on. He moved down my body licking it then spread my legs apart roughly with his hands his face was pressed against my pussy his tongue pressing into my cunt hole. Lapping my pussy juices his hands kneaded my ass flesh.

“UHHHH. EHHHHH MMMMMMAHHHHH.” I screamed and moaned. He flipped me over my ass in the air. He spanked me. Hard to It tingled for long after that. I had never been spanked by a man before. It felt nice. He pulled his bulge out of his pants and ran it between my pussy lips like a hot-dog. It felt good probably six and a half inches and average thick. He grabbed my hair and caused me to arch back to him my ass going even higher in the air he plunged his cock into my pussy from behind. Pumping my cunt his hands were on my hips slamming my body against him. HARDER! HARDER! HARDER!

“OH YES PLEASE FUCK ME FROM BEHIND FUCK ME BABY FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF MY PUSSY!” I screamed I moaned he fucked me harder and harder. His hands were digging at my back my flesh squeezing my tittys VERY hard. The fleshy tittys escaping through the spaces of his fingers leaving two hand prints on them. He let my breasts go again smacking my ass.

“Such a nice ass Samantha A teasing little ass!” he slapped my ass again, then again then 10 more times.

“PLEASE IT HURTS NO PLEASE.” I begged him to stop but the fucking felt so good it was barely coming out as a plead more almanbahis giriş like begging him to keep fucking me.

He pulled his cock from my cunt and I felt disappointed. He leaned down and smelled my pussy then licked and lapped at my pussy from behind with his mouth. Fucking my pussy with his tongue I screamed and cummed again drenching him. He licked up the skin between my asshole and pussy then he licked my asshole with his tongue. I flinched noticeably.

“MMM you like that?” He asked not waiting for an answer before his tongue was pressing hard against my asshole. My asshole clenched around it not wanting to let him in he pressed harder finger fucking my pussy. He pulled his tongue out again then nibbled at my ass with his teeth. Pressing his tongue in pushing his spitty tongue in and out of my ass. I was in heaven screaming yelling and moaning thrashing around against his tongue. He moved his body quickly up mine and slammed his cock into my cunt a few more times drenching it wet. I sighed disappointed that he had not fucked my ass feeling he was going to cum inside of my pussy.

“please.” I whispered so low I’m sure he didn’t hear me.

Then I felt it. The most shocking pain I had felt since I lost my virginity two years ago. Ben had slammed all six and a half inches of his hard cock into my asshole. It burned it hurt so bad. My ass tried to expel hos cock from my ass but he held it there resting his chest against my back he rubbed my tittys lovingly.

“Relax… unclench breath sweaty it will feel so good in a second just let your asshole get used to my cock… relax baby” he cooed soothing me.

I let my body relax my asshole stopped protesting so much it started to feel almost used to his member being there. He begin pumping slowly maybe half an inch at first up and down softly softly…. So gentle he was with my virgin asshole. In and out half an inch then an inch. Slowly moving in and out inch by inch until half was moving in and out at a time. It started to feel UNBELIEVABLY FUCKING GOOD. Not just the cock in my ass but the idea that my ass was making his cock feel so good. That I was being SUCH a naughty dirty little slut getting my ass fucked. He moved faster now more and more friction and heat building and building his finger fiddled with my clitty and I came. I came hard and loud thrashing beneath him screaming and moaning with pleasure.

Ben pummeled my ass with his cock faster and faster harder and faster grinding into my body until his cock exploded in a thick cummy orgasm. As he withdrew from my ass there was a slurping noise. My asshole tightened back up and his cum drooled out of my anus. With a soft pat on my ass he stood up and went into the bathroom turning on his shower.

My mind was flooded with all the feelings that I felt. My first ass fucking. I knew from that day on I was hooked. Now I can’t get enough cock and cum in my ass.

After Ben and I showered he took me back to the club. I made sure to let Vanessa know that it did feel good and the pictures weren’t faked. Now she can’t wait to try it!

The End

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I love it that when I’m on my knees, looking up at him, I’m the perfect height to suck his cock. I close my eyes and I can touch his cock piercing with the tip of my tongue. It’s just there, exactly where it needs to be. I don’t have to go higher or lower. I love it too when I’m on my knees, on the edge of the bed; he’s the perfect height to grab me and pull me back onto his cock.

We’re going out tonight. I’m sitting on my bed. I’m just stretching over and back to get my bag, when his forearm comes around my waist and he pulls me half onto my knees on the bed. I smile to myself.

“On your knees, woman.”

I’m compliant – I usually am, because I love what’s coming. I’m wearing hold ups and he knows it, but he runs his hand up the back of my thigh to check for the lace band. I can feel the air on my bare skin as he pulls up my skirt and hooks his finger around my knickers to pull them to one side. He reaches underneath me and strokes my clit gently, just once, just to see if I’m wet. With one hand, he unzips his fly and frees his cock and with the other, he’s grabbing my hip to hold me still. I’m face-down, I can’t see anything, but suddenly I feel the head of his cock push against my arse. Just the head. That feeling – he’s hard and big, and I want him inside me, all the way. I push back, but get a gentle slap on the arse to stop me. Then it’s a cold, slippery feeling and the tip of the hard plug pushed inside. This time it’s not withdrawn.

“Breathe out.”

I adore this position – knees apart, arse in the air, vulnerable. Because I can’t see anything, other senses are heightened and my clit is throbbing. I reach down to stroke it, but another slap almanbahis and

“Let’s go.”

So now, after the pub, after an hour wriggling and the slippery lube and the feeling of fullness, an hour when I really really wanted him to rub his hand against my clit under the table but he wouldn’t, we walk back to his.

He flicks on the light, then changes his mind. It’s dusk. In his street, there are neighbours opposite who are often in the garden. He stands with his back to the window and unbuckles his belt a bit. He unzips his fly, but won’t let his trousers fall to the ground. I can see his cock hard against the fabric of his underwear.

“Suck it.”

He grabs my skirt as I go to kneel in front of him, exposing my hold ups. I’d like this to be side-on – I’d like the people across the road to see me on my knees for this blowjob, swallowing his cock, and I’d like them to see that what he wants, he gets, and I love it.

I suck his cock almost every day and I’m surprised that none of his neighbours look at us with embarrassed smiles when we walk past. He’s not as much of an exhibitionist as me, but I remember the time on the settee when he put down the phone after ordering pizza, and with the other hand undid his fly.

“But the pizza…”

I was still kneeling on the floor between his legs with his cock in my mouth when the bell rang. Glass panes in the door, too.

Tonight, I sink to my knees (perfect height) and with the tip of my tongue, catch his piercing to make him gasp. I snake my hands around his arse. If anyone IS watching, I want them to know he’s getting a blowjob, even if they can’t see his swollen cock in my mouth. I love almanbahis yeni giriş the feeling – he’s so big and I can’t swallow it all. I look up at him, and he looks down at me, takes handfuls of my hair and nudges his cock forward.

“A little bit more. Good girl.”

I am a good girl. My favourite thing is to please him. His fists are entangled in my hair and I have nowhere to go. He doesn’t want it to be obvious to people walking past, but he withdraws his cock slowly and thrusts it into my mouth, again and again. I love it when he takes control and I have to take it and he comes in my mouth and I swallow.

But it’s not going to be like that tonight. He can show much more restraint than I can, and he stops. Holding my hands, he helps me to my feet and before I have properly got my balance, he falls onto the bed, taking me with him. This being half-pinned under him is delicious. It’s also delicious being half-undressed. Sometimes I need to be naked, but other times, like now, I feel so wanton, having my bra straps pulled down and the edge of my bra, so my boobs spill over the top and my nipples are exposed. His tongue is licking my nipple and his hand pulls my knickers over my hip, and then I’m wriggling to get out of them, because I know what’s coming, and I can’t wait.

I close my eyes, and I can feel the contrast between my hold up-covered thighs and the naked part above them. He’s between my legs and I can hardly stand the wait. The feeling of his tongue the first time he touches my clit is so pleasurable, so gorgeous, so intense, I want to scream. He runs his hand over my legs and onto the back of my thigh, and pushes my knees up so the almanbahis giriş plug is exposed.

“Turn over.”

He wraps his forearm around me and scoops me towards him to the edge of the bed. All fours, face buried in the duvet, arse in the air. I can’t see, but I know how it looks. He’s standing behind me, one hand on his rock-hard cock. I push my arse higher and feel the slip and bump of the plug as he removes it. All that time in the pub, waiting, was leading up to this. The plug is nothing compared to his cock – the girth, the fact that if the butt plug makes me feel naughty and even owned, somehow, his cock magnifies that times ten.

I reach down and touch my clit with my finger, as his hand grabs my hip to hold me steady. I feel the head of his cock against my arse and I can’t help it, I have to push back onto it. He puts a stop to that; I’m not the one in charge. There’s a moment when it’s tight, when he feels too big, but he’s slowly insistent and then I’m full.

He wouldn’t care if anyone saw us now. It’s almost dark in the bedroom, but the curtains are still open. We’re side-on – if it were daylight, those neighbours across the road in the garden would see him standing at the foot of the bed, grabbing my hips and fucking me. Slowly at first, as he loves the sight of the hold ups and my naked arse, the head and shaft of his cock as it disappears into me, and then as he withdraws it almost fully so the head is nearly pulled out. And then again. Each thrust pushes me into the bed and with each thrust my nipples graze the sheet and I can feel his balls smack against me. I want to touch my clit but I’ll lose my balance.

Those neighbours would see all this, and how much I need it. They’d see me curving my back to push my arse higher, opening my thighs wider to give him better access and my only thought the pleasure as my fingers finally slip over my clit and he pushes deep and comes inside me.

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Every day as I travel to work I see you, and every day you don’t notice the woman standing there, waiting for a cab, staring at your taut body, glistening with the sweat of a working man.

You’ve already started your day as I leave to start mine and everyday I see you take your shirt off and I see the toned six pack of Adonis.

But I sigh and move on to work and leave you to yours, hopefully the construction site will be around a while, along with you.

As I leave work one evening, a guy from the across the hall comes over, he’s trying to swagger and manly, but I just see lanky idiot in a suit.

“Hey, I’m Mark” he says, ” I was kinda wondering if you, erm, well fancied grabbing a drink with me, no pressure just, if you were interested, I thou…”

I look this prospective suitor up and down- he’ s nothing special, so I say no and arrive home to an empty flat and wish you were here with me now.

Later that night I regret turning down Marks offer- he may have hidden talents after, but I turn out the lights and try to sleep, ignoring that ache between my legs caused by thinking of you.

About thirty minutes later my door goes, I grumble and get up slowly, taking time to find my wrap, I don’t really want to open the door to some neighbour in my lingerie- it may look a tad desperate.

I open the door and you’re standing there! The guy of my mornings, there in a tight white tee-shirt and dusty pants- straight from a hard day’s work, I’m already wet at the thought of almanbahis you but I try to hide it.

“Hi” I say, “how can I help you?”

“Well it’s more a case of how I can help you miss.”

“see here, every morning I see you and every morning I can’t help thinking that maybe you have a problem that needs sorting, an itch shall we say that needs scratching, so I’ve come to help you”.

“Um, thanks, I think, err but I don’t understand I mean I wasn’t looking to poach you from work and get you to fix the apartment or anything really” I say laughing.

He steps up to me a scant inch between us and I swear you can see how turned on I am, you move to the side and rest your arm on the door; “well I think you know what I mean miss, when I say you’ve be staring at me everyday”

Oh shit, he’d noticed, “Oh sh, uh, sorry oh my god I didn’t mean to be ru….!”

You cut me off with a fierce kiss and push me back into the apartment slamming the door behind you and say “Hell miss I didn’t mind at all, but see you make me want to reach out and grab you, strip you and screw there and then on the sidewalk, but every day I see you walk away and that’s the problem I’ve come to solve, you’re gonna get a hard lesson right here and now”

You pick me up and carry me to the bedroom and over to the bed and stand there staring at me, I star to undo my wrap- I can’t believe my luck and I’m turned by just the thought of what my lesson will be.

You reach down and rip the cloth off me then almanbahis yeni giriş rip you tee-shirt off and fling it to the floor, you lower yourself onto your knees between, my legs as I take in your rippling muscles and tight toned chest.

You grab my legs and tug me to the end of the bed and immediately plunge your fingers into my dripping pussy as yank my panties off with the other hand, I gasp as you stretch me wide, plunging hard and fast, chuckling at how wet I already am, but then you stop and lower your face to my glistening pussy and your tongue darts across my clit down to my eager c**t. Your tongue is skilled and I feel myself tighten as I’m about to come, but it’s too soon so I push up to kneel facing you, I undo your pant as wrap my hands around your throbbing cock, it’s thick and huge already as I take you deep into my mouth while stroking your balls.

“fuck that feels good miss, take it all in there baby sweet Jesus your hungry for cock aren’t you?”

“I want you to fuck me hard, fuck my tight pussy” I gasp, and I want it now!

Without further talk you stand-up and flip my on to my front and plunge your cock deep in my pussy, thrusting all the way in and fast, fucking me senseless, letting me feel the width of it deep in my cunt.

I’m close to Cumming but you stop thrusting suddenly and pull out, I’m about to protest when I see your not done yet, but your fuck me with your mouth again.

I can feel your tonguing probing me deep and hot, as your almanbahis giriş thumb roughly rubs my clit, – I’m not going to last much longer and you know it. Next I feel you slide a finger up my ass as you continue to penetrate me with your tongue, you add another finger and gasp with the pain, but work through it as I feel an intense feeling from your double attack.

You stop and before I realise it, you thrust your huge cock into my ass and I scream with the pain of it, you pause and hold your cock in my while I get used to the feeling of my ripped ass, but not for long as you start o fuck me deep in my ass harder and harder until I hear your balls slapping against my pussy.

Your breath grows rapid and I know your close, I urge you go harder and faster- I’m close to; just as we reach it I lean back and tell you I want you to come in my ass, that does it and we both explode as our orgasm rock us and your hot cum squirts out deep inside me, we collapse onto the bed and lay there as your spent cock slips out my red ass.

“So, what’s your name Miss?”

I awoke with a start to the alarm and then remembered the night before, as I turn to see you the morning after I realise you’re not there, it was a dream just a dream, but it felt so real and I’m still wet; I get up and think if only it wasn’t all fantasy just as the door goes.

It’s you, standing there in a t-shirt and jeans as if I was still dreaming, but this time it’s for real.

“Hi there Miss, I’m from the construction crew across form here and I’m going around seeing if there have been any problems with the work for any resident here, can I get a minute of your time?”

“Sure thing, come in I’ll fix us a drink and then I’ll tell all about my hard problem”….

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I was out of town over the weekend and stopped in at this small ABS. I went back into the arcade, plugged some money into the slot, and started watching some nice MMF action.

After a few minutes, I took a spin around the arcade. There was no one there, except for a guy behind the counter who was talking to another guy in front of the counter.

I ask the guy at the counter if it is always this slow and he said no…that it was just a nice weekend…everyone must be doing other stuff. I just nodded my head, paused to look at the guy in front of the counter who coyly began to slowly rub a lump in his pants before I headed back to the booths.

I get back there into the arcade. I was pretty sure the guy rubbing his crotch was going to come back there and check me out. Wearing just shorts, t-shirt, and sandals, I stripped completely and began to stroke my cock as I opened the booth door almanbahis a couple of inches.

Sure enough, the guy comes back. He peeked in, smiled and walked and began stroking my rock hard cock.

I reached down and rubbed him through his jeans. I felt him get hard quickly. I dropped to my knees and he unzipped and pulled out a very nice cock, maybe 7″ long, but fat at about the mid waypoint.

I sucked him for several minutes, deep throating him until he unbuckled and dropped his pants so I could suck his heavy, large balls.

After a few more minutes, the guy pulled me up, but gently pushed my head back down to his cock. He did this I learned quickly, so he could massage my smooth ass.

He was good and soon I groaned and ever so slowly began to hump his fingers as they caressed my anus.

He then asked me what I wanted and I told him I wanted that fat cock up almanbahis yeni giriş my ass. He then told me to stay put, that he’d be right back.

He returned in few minutes with a pump bottle of lube. He then told me bend over and spread my cheeks. I did and he began work his lubed fingers, first one then two, then three, in and out of my puckered asshole.

When he thought I was sufficiently lubed, he asked me to turn around and suck him hard again, and I did.

When he was hard, I turned around and he put his huge cock up against my ass and started to push it against my anus as I started to push back.

After a minute or so, I felt the big cock head pop in, followed by a couple of inches shaft. Thankfully, he stopped at that point, allowing my asshole to adjust to his cock’s girth.

After another minute or so, I let him know that it is okay to go deeper and almanbahis giriş I pushed back as he lubes his shaft some more.

Soon I had this incredible feeling of fullness as I felt him press all the way against my ass. That fat cock was buried in my ass!

He then started taking slow strokes and soon I told him to fuck me little faster. And in no time, the guy was fucking me for all he is worth while I freely grunted and moaned.

Right before he came, he thrust very deeply into me and almost lifted me up with his big, fat, rock hard cock. He had an awesome cum. Despite the fact when he pulled out, I felt a splash of cum against my legs; I turned around, dropped to my knees, and gratefully licked his cock clean.

That was a first for me, tasting my ass and his sperm on his still semi-hard cock. He just had a very suckable cock.

I walked back to my hotel that night with cum dripping out my freshly fucked ass. And, as a reult, I am sure the young blonde girl at the desk noticed the dark wet spots on my shorts by my asshole as I walked to the elevator.

I probably smelled like cum, too…if she knew that smell.

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“How the hell did I get so fucking lucky?” Jim lay naked on his bed as he watched his wife walk past him and into the bathroom.

“What drawer is it in?” Cecelia called out from the bathroom. She was looking for the lube and had no idea where it could be.

“Second drawer.”

“Found it.”

Cecelia walked out and couldn’t help but smile. Her husband was grinning like a horny teenager. His cock was hard and he was lying back on the bed stroking it slowly.

“What?” Jim looked up a bit, wondering what was so funny.

“You’d think you had just won the lottery or something. All I said was that you can fuck my ass.”

Jim didn’t reply, but he grabbed his wife around her waist and sat her on his chest. She spread her legs and slowly grinded her pussy against his chest.

“I did win the lottery when I met you. You are amazing, sexy, and sweet. You pushed out four huge babies and still agreed to have sex with me afterwards. You have the cutest butt in the world and I get to fuck it.”

“Oh really? It was those jeans I wore the first time we met wasn’t it?” Cecelia loved thinking back to when they first met and started dating. She whimpered as Jim ran his hands up her thighs almanbahis şikayet and cupped her ass cheeks.

“Fuck yeah. They were so fucking cute. They made this ass look so round I wanted to grab it.”

“You did grab it. You groped me so much that first night. You were seriously drunk. You’re lucky I didn’t slap you.” Cecelia whimpered again. Jim had placed a squirt of lube onto his three fingers and was working them slowly into her ass.

“Oh come on. I was young and horny. It didn’t help that your purple thong was showing.”

“You remember. I’m impressed.” Cecelia loved teasing her husband. He forgot most every day things, but had a memory for the important things.

“God your ass is amazing. You always wore tight jeans on our dates. It drove me wild.” Jim had grabbed the lube and squirted a vast amount on his cock. He rubbed it in and pushed her down a bit, rubbing the tip against her ass.

“I wore jeans so you wouldn’t fuck me in public. You seriously had a hormone issue.” Cecelia once again whimpered and leaned forward to nuzzle his nose. Her ass was slowly being stretched and the calmness of their conversation along with the intensity of what was about to happen almanbahis canlı casino was overwhelming.

“Why are you letting me fuck your ass baby? Why now?” Jim was rotating her hips in circles, guiding his cock inside. She had had his fingers inside her ass on many occasions and just recently, they had been playing with a silver dildo.

“I’ve been a bitch lately. Demanding, rude, patronizing. I love you so much and wanted to try something new.”

“Mmm. God, I love you.”

Jim pushed his cock deep into her ass and sat up. He rocked back and forth slowly, running his hands through her hair. Her hands rested on his chest, playing with his chest hair. His body was no longer that of a muscular football player, but she still loved it. She pinched his nipples and continued the rocking motion.

“You have no idea how fucking good this feels. You are so tight.”

“I think we should go on dates more often. The kids are older now. We can leave them alone. I’d love to go to a movie with you.”

“Wearing those apple bottom jeans?”

“Yep.”

Jim groaned. Cecelia was slapping her clit lightly. The sound echoed in their room. He had fallen in love with this woman. almanbahis casino This adventurous sexy woman had taken his heart. This woman had given him her virginity. This woman was now letting him fuck her ass like a slut.

“Taste yourself. You used to do that all the time. I want to watch.” Jim was trying to stop her from wiggling so fast. He was very close to cumming and wanted to hold back. He watched as his wife slid four fingers into her pussy and then slowly licked each one, sucking on it hard, pretending it was his cock. She loved his look of pure lust. She used to do this before sex all the time. All she had to do was suck her fingers and Jim would be hard and willing to fuck.

“Oh fuck. Can I cum in your ass baby?”

Cecelia nodded. She continued playing with her clit as Jim bounced her hard and fast on his cock. He grunted and moaned, using her ass to get himself off. He bounced hard one last time and screamed out. It was a completely different feeling to cum in her ass. Her walls were just as hot, but so tight. He could feel every drop of cum inside her. Cecelia waited until he was finished cumming and then pulled his hand against her clit. He knew exactly what she wanted and began circling her clit. Years of fucking had taught him exactly what she needed to cum. Cecelia came in a loud scream of pleasure.

“Thank you baby. I love you.” Jim lay back and pulled his wife on top of him. She nuzzled his nose and grinned.

“I love you too.”

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Samantha could not believe her luck, a business trip to Grand Cayman in the Cayman Islands. Her normal days as an accounting controller was boring to most people. Just bookkeeping, this meant playing with the numbers until they looked good on their profit and loss statement to the shareholders. But with the economy as it was, finding a safe place to put your money was a challenge at best as there was nothing certain (besides gold, but that could even fall), so the company decided to put some of their money stashed away in a Cayman Islands bank for a rainy day, and they sent Samantha to go down and do the paperwork and close the deal.

As transactions went, it was pretty straight forward and Samantha had things wrapped up in one day and she still had 2 more days scheduled to be there, all on the company’s dime. She was staying at the Westin hotel on 7 mile beach, one of the nicest beaches in the Caribbean and a great resort to say the least. Having feeling satisfied she had done all she could for the deal, it was time to relax, and what better place to relax than by the pool, so off she went in her white bikini (with a red summer dress over it) to the pool which just so happens was right on the beach, the best of both worlds she thought.

Samantha had worked hard on her body, not so much to look good, but to reduce the stress from work. Sitting all day in front of a computer tweaking numbers did not do the body any good, so she worked out 4 days a week at the all-women’s gym near her office. It was a mix of aerobics, palates, jazzercise and some weights mixed in to keep her sane and her 40 year old body in what she considered good shape. Her black hair was below her shoulders, her 36D cup breasts were firm she thought, and her legs were very tone from all the exercise she did, not to mention the abs she had from the countless crunches and her ass was tight and firm.

Even though she had a good body, men never seemed to work out for her. The longest relationship she had ever been in was 1 year, and that ended with them never speaking to each other again, just like most of her boyfriends. Her family was starting to think that she was really a lesbian, but besides her being able to appreciate the female body for its beauty, she like to make love to men, even with all the problems that come with them.

Strolling down the pool, she chose a lounge chair that was not around anyone and started settling in for a quiet late afternoon. There was still plenty of sun, so she removed her sundress which caught the attention of at least a few men who were hanging around the pool looking to see just that, women in bikinis. After applying some sun screen, she got out her Kindle and lay down to enjoy the latest romance novel she was reading. It was her guilty pleasure to read stories of romance mixed with some eroticism, but wondered if they ever actually happened to real people, then again she thought, not much would happen when you spent your life in an office all day, so no wonder she never had any erotic things happened to her. All the guys in her office were accounting nerds and the ones at the bars were just creeps.

She looked up from her reading to see a man in his 20’s asking her something. As she left her fantasy world in her Kindle, she heard the man asking if she wanted something to drink. It was a waiter with a thick Jamaican accent. There had been a lot of Jamaicans here on Cayman as she learned from the bank she worked with that day and his accent was somewhat difficult to understand. “Something fruity” she asked him, and off he went to get her fruity drink.

This is the life she thought to herself, sun, water, warm weather, the only thing she had not liked so far was the traffic. There is only one main road on the West Side of Grand Cayman, and the traffic was horrible as it was the only road in town so to speak, but right now, the only traffic were the people who were waiting to get a drink, and she was looking forward to her fruity drink.

After 10 minutes, she looked up to see a man standing over her, but this was not the waiter with the Jamaican accent she had spoken with, this man was about 6 feet tall, with dirty blonde hair that looked to have been bleached by the sun, and a dark tan. Samantha sat up in her chair as the man handed her a red fruity drink. She said “Thank you”, and the tan man said, “I had to tip the waiter $20 to let me bring you this drink, for that may I know your name”? Now she was surprised and did not know what to say, who was this guy, and why in the world would he pay $20 to deliver her a drink? “Samantha”, she said. “Hello there Samantha, my name is Charles, it is a pleasure to meet you and I hope you enjoy this drink on me”.

She thanked him for the drink and there was a moment of silence and awkwardness as he looked at her and she looked at him. Finally she said “Join me for a drink”, why that came out of her mouth she had no idea, but she had said it so she figured she should at least have a drink with him. Charles sat down and immediately almanbahis şikayet the waiter appeared with a martini for him. That was nicely played she thought to herself.

Over the next hour they talked about each other, she told him about her world of accounting and how she was on the island to finalize a deal with her company and a local bank. He told her about how he had owned a beauty supply company that made high end hair shampoo, conditioners and the like that catered to women. After years of building the company, he had sold it and was now enjoying the fruits of his labor as he called it. She was intrigued when he said he was not staying at the hotel, but on his 60 foot yacht that was moored just off shore (he had to explain that in Cayman, you cannot anchor as that would damage the reef, so you tied your boat up to moorings that were installed by the government to help protect the reefs).

After the 3rd drink, she was feeling a little tipsy, but was really enjoying talking with this handsome successful man who sailed around the Caribbean in his yacht, no one like that ever bought her a drink at home in her local bar. Charles asked her if she would like to go for a walk on the beach, as the sun was just beginning to dip into the trees and the sun was fading. Enjoying the conversation so much, she said “Yes, I would love to join you for a walk on the beach”.

So she packed up her things and put her sundress back on and put her things in her bag and walked down to the water for a stroll on the beach with her handsome stranger. As they approached the water’s edge, she could now see his yacht moored off shore. It did look like a big boat, but then again she thought to herself, she had never really been on a boat before, let alone a yacht. The air was warm, and the water was barely cool as they walked north towards the Turtle Farm that she had read about in the promotional material in her room at the hotel.

It seemed like miles they had walked, but had only been about ½ mile when he suggested they turn around and head back as it was getting darker and the sun was setting. Charles life story seemed like one of those in her Kindle books, wealthy, successful, but had the tragedy of being widowed and had never had the good fortune of having kids. With every word he said, she could not wait for him to keep telling her all about his life’s accomplishments and failures.

Eventually they were back in front of the Westin hotel just as the sun was setting down below the water. They both stood there and silently watched the sun as it slowing melted into the ocean. Charles reached over and put his hand in hers, which made the moment that much better. Samantha felt like she was in one of her books as she had butterflies in her stomach and wondered what would happen next. Finally Charles asked her if she would like to join him on his yacht for a drink. “I don’t think I can swim all the way out there she said”, to which he just laughed and told her he had a dingy on the beach that would take them out to his yacht.

Normally Samantha would have said no, or maybe got his phone number, but she was on a Caribbean island and if she said goodbye to him right now, she thought she would never see him again, so she agreed to a cocktail on his yacht. They went off to his dingy and he dragged it back to the water, held her hand as she got in and he put the motor down, jumped in as he pushed it away from the beach. Starting up the engine, they sped through the water towards Charles’s yacht.

They reached the yacht and he tied up dingy to the swim platform and helped her up and onto the back of the boat that he explained was called the transom. The area was large and surrounded along the edges with padded bench seating and a bar in the middle. The yacht moved more than she thought it would for its size, but quickly got used to the gently swaying back and forth moment. She sat down on the starboard (right) side of the boat on one of the benches to relieve her legs from trying to keep up with the yachts moving.

Charles went to the bar and retrieved two glasses and a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator under the bar. Popping the cork, she watched it shoot over the ocean and see it drop in the water as it made a splash, but then floated back up as a cork should do. It was then that she first noticed the moon that had risen in the night sky. There was no need for lights to be on the boat as the almost full moon illuminated everything and she easily took the glass of champagne that Charles handed her.

They continued their conversation under the moonlit night and the lights of Grand Cayman twinkling on shore and once again thought to herself that she was in one of her romance books. Just as she finished her second glass of champagne, he took their glassed and set them back on the bar where they had come from, sat next to her and without saying a words, kissed her gently on the lips which to her surprise, she kissed him back.

It was a fantasy world as they kissed almanbahis canlı casino for what seemed like hours, until their mouths actually started to get tired. Finally they stopped kissing and sat there a few moment not saying anything to each other. Then Charles took his hand and slid her sundress off one of her shoulders. She was not sure what to do, but did not want the night to end so she let him slide her sundress off her other shoulder. Her white bikini shone in the moonlight and was in contrast with her black shiny hair.

Charles reached behind neck and slowly pulled her the string on her biking as the spaghetti straps fell in front of her. Without that support, her breast became more free a fell ever so slightly, but her firm breasts did not need her bikini to keep them held up and stayed up on their own. He now moved his hand behind her back and again slowly pulled at the back of her bikini strings until the loop unfastened and he pulled his hand back holding her bikini top in his hand which he then tossed onto the bar.

Fantasy was meeting reality she thought to herself as she sat next to him topless in the tropical warm night air. In a quick moment she asked herself if she should grab her top and ask him to take her back to the beach, then his hands reached up and cupped her breasts ever so gently. Any thought of leaving quickly left as she felt his warm hands on her tits as he slowly massaged them. His fingers then slid to the end of her breasts to find her erect nipples which he then began to close his fingers around and squeeze them.

Her nipples were on fire as he squeezed softly, but then a little harder, just at the point she liked her nipples to be squeezed and she let out a long breath. Charles seemed to be enjoying this as well and did not rush the moment. He firmly held her nipples between his fingers for a few minutes until he felt her body shake, then released her nipples, and put his mouth on one of her nipples. He did not suck on her nipple (at least not at first), instead he flicked his tongue around it, then moved over to her other nipple to repeat his tongue twirling.

Samantha loved to have her breasts played with, and Charles was doing it just as she liked, soft, then firm, then some teasing. He then lifted her up to her feet, and pulled her sundress down around her ankles, then picked it up and threw it on the bar to join her bikini top. Then inserting a finger on each side of her bikini bottoms, he pulled them down around her ankles and she stepped out again and he tossed it with the rest of her clothes on the bar.

Charles sat there and enjoyed what he saw, Samantha was a beautiful woman, her breasts glistened in the moonlight and he saw that she had a little landing strip of hair just above her pussy, and that was all. While she stood there in front of him, he slid both of his hands up the inside of her legs, starting at her feet, moving north past her knees until they came to that point between her legs, which he instantly felt the wetness on his fingers. He took one finger and slowly moved it up and down her lips, once he felt his finger was completely wet, he inserted it into her pussy and she gasped.

The yacht then moved a bit and she found herself sitting back down looking right at Charles while one of his fingers was half way into her pussy. That is when she realized that he was still fully dressed. She felt strange being completely naked in front of a man who was caressing her body and just beginning to finger her pussy. “You seem overdressed” she told him, “Indeed I am” he responded and then stood up and began to take off his shirt which he tossed onto the growing pile of clothes on the bar.

His chest was fit and tan, with just a little hair which also seem to be bleached by the sun. She was looking at the bulge in his pants that was just a foot in front of her face. He undid he belt, unclasped his shorts, and slowly pulled the zipper down. As his shorts hit the deck, he flipped their last piece of clothing on the bar and she found herself starring directly at what had to be one of the largest cocks she had ever seen. 9 or so inches long she guessed and reasonably thick and it was sticking straight up at her. She noticed that he was shaven, or at least did not have much hair around his big dick. Reaching up with her hand, she cupped his balls to feel that there was no hair at all on them, then moved her hand up and around the base of his shaft.

His cocked twitched as she held it and she looked up to see him looking down on her and smiling. She smiled back and then looked back to his big cock just inches from her face. Slowly she slid her hand up and down his hard dick and loved how it felt around her fingers. Opening her mouth, she put her tongue out and gave the big head a lick, to which it responded with another twitch. Her lust took over as she opened her mouth wide as she figured she would have to, in order to put it in her mouth, then leaned forward and just as the head of his cock was entering almanbahis casino her mouth, he stopped and said “Ladies first”.

To say that she was disappointed somewhat was an understatement as it had been a long time since she had a dick in her mouth and much longer since she had actually wanted a dick in her mouth (sometimes she would give the obligatory blowjob when her boyfriend begged her to, but that was mostly it). She felt him guide her up so her knees were on the padded bench, and she was bent over the side of the boat while she was hanging onto the side. Charles grabbed a cushion and set it on the deck, then got on his knees which gave him a glories view of Samantha’s beautiful ass which was right in front of his face.

He lifted her ass a little, then moved his tongue so it could lick her pussy lips which he did. As he gently sucked on her pussy, she let out a little moan. Charles pulled his head back and said “You can make all the noise you want out here, let it out”. To Samantha’s surprise, she let out a loud moan as he went back to licking her pussy and added a finger to the fun and was massaging her clit much to her enjoyment. “Do you like me playing with your clit” he asked her, “oh yeah, play with my clit baby, I want to come sooo bad”, she replied. Who said that she thought to herself, which was not like her, but neither was being bent over a stranger’s yacht and having her clit rubbed just hours after meeting him.

His fingers were magic on her clit, she felt her real life erotic story coming to life and she was loving it. The whole scene of a Caribbean island, yacht, handsome stranger was everything she had dreamed of and more, although being bent over the side of the yacht was something she had never imagined, but it was working for her. Two fingers made their appearance at the entrance to her pussy, the two slowly made their journey deep inside her love canal and she let out another moan into the night air “That’s is sweetie, stick your fingers deep inside my little pussy”, she said and could not believe the words were coming from her mouth. This gave Charles encouragement to continue his intense attention he was giving her.

As his fingers worked her clit and pussy, he

put his tongue to her lips and began a slow long lick all the way up the crack of her ass until his tongue reached that taboo spot of her round little hole. When his tongue hit her little rosebud, she felt electricity shoot through her body and her eyes opened and looked at the large moon just beyond the dark horizon. This is new she thought to herself as no one had ever licked her asshole before and that area had always been off limits to her boyfriends. She was about to say something to Charles, like “stop that”, but as he continued to give her a rim job, some part of her actually enjoyed the feeling of his tongue on her asshole and another side, her fantasy side was enjoying the kinky aspect of having this rich, handsome man lick her there.

Charles paused from licking her little hole to begin more long slow licks up and down the crack of her ass from her pussy to her tight sphincter and even to the small of her back. Every time he reached her tight hole, her legs would quiver. He took the fingers that were massaging her clit, and moved them to where his tongue had been. With two fingers still probed her pussy, another started moving up and down her ass crack just as his tongue was just moment before. Samantha was in a daze with all this attention going on down there, more than she had ever had.

After a while, one of the fingers stopped right at the entrance to her virgin ass. It swirled around the rim for a minute, than she knew the real intention of his devilish little finger. She felt it slowly enter her asshole and she looked back at him to tell him she was not that kind of girl, but he stopped and said “let me get something to make this easier”. What the hell did that mean she thought, but at least his finger was not probing her ass, but then again, the two fingers that were in her pussy were out as well, and she missed them.

He had gone over to the bar, opened a drawer and came back with a bottle of sun tan lotion, and then she felt the lotion being dripped down her ass crack and quickly realized what he had in mind. His finger returned to her asshole and rubbed the lotion around, to which she was just about to tell him to stop, but paused for just a moment as the slippery feeling of the lotion and the finger playing around her hole gave her a wild sensation that made her curious as to what would happen, so she did not stop him.

The finger stopped right on her virgin hole and slowly entered her ass down to his first knuckle. The feeling was indescribable to her right then, a mixture of pressure, a tiny bit of pain, but a feeling like she had never ever felt. Then she felt him move behind her and wondered what in the world this erotic mystery man would do next. She did not have to wait long as she then felt the tip of his hard cock at the entrance to her extremely wet pussy. He pushed forward slightly and to her surprise, his large cock slid into her. It must have been all the time his fingers worked on her pussy and the clit massage that made her so wet, and now that made it easy for him to begin his journey inside of her.

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Between the age of 19 and 22, I had a girlfriend. We were our whole world for three years. She was a tomboyish girl, with a delicate face and bright blue eyes. Her hair changed several times, but it was always short, and always dyed (black, pink, blonde, blue). As you can guess from this description, she was just out of her adolescent goth phase, and remains for me the epitome of the “cute alt girl”. While we were together, the sex was always good but not great: we were still young, kind of shy about our desires, and we very rarely let go of our… restraint. Even if we could sense how we really wanted to play. Anyway, our relationship ended kind of badly, and I decided to stop having any contact with her for a while. Which ended up being three years, three years that changed us deeply. Mainly in the confidence department.

We met again by pure chance, at a party hosted by a friend we didn’t know we had in common. And even if I knew her at first sight, I also could tell that she was not the same. She had been trying to put her goth past behind her when we were together: she looked like she now embraced it totally. Her short hair was black and shaved on the sides, her makeup was heavy, and she wore a clinging black tanktop and short black shorts that emphasized her perky small boobs and her boyishly slim waist. She was absolutely gorgeous. I could sense that she had conquered the insecurities that had been the worst part of our relationship.

Of course, we ended up talking, surprisingly easily. Three years is a long time, and it seemed we agreed without words that it was all in the past, and that we could now begin to be… friends? Acquaintances? What do old lovers become? Anyway, we talked and drank a great deal, oblivious to the rest of the party. I could not believe how she had transitioned almanbahis from “cute” to “beautiful” so quickly. I was mesmerized. And the catching up was so much fun… She told me about the girls and boys she dated after me, and I told her about all the crazy girls I met after her. We enjoyed describing our experiences in details… So much that when everybody started leaving to catch the last train (the party was well away in the suburbs), she asked me if I wanted to come back to her place to continue our little chat. I honestly thought nothing of it, and as I was drunk and enjoying myself, I agreed.

She lived quite far, and it was a long train ride. That was when i started to sense that perhaps she didn’t want to only talk when we get to her flat… She started to get much more graphic about what she had discovered she enjoyed with a guy… and one of these things was anal. She had been adamant about the sanctity of her butt when we were together, so that really surprised me, and I told her. The mischievous smile I got in answer made my dick twitch. I started to hope I wasn’t misreading some signals.

I had my answer quite quickly. When we entered the tiny elevator in her building, squeezed against each other, there was a moment. Our eyes met, me looking down at her (I’m 1.95m/6.4 feet). And she just, so delicately, lifted her face to mine, reaching out on tiptoe. And we started making out even before we push the elevator button. Her kisses weren’t the shy light pecking I remembered, they were full and wet and hungry. And i wasn’t the awkward young guy I used to be, while I embraced her heatedly. We felt each other bodies like an old home that had been renovated, something that we knew well but that had changed so much it had the attraction of new.

After finally getting almanbahis yeni giriş the elevator and tumbling through her flat into her bed, we got down to real business. Undressing each other was a special treat… and I took my sweet time removing her tank top, her bra, kissing her on every inch of skin revealed, rediscovering her perfectly shaped perky tits and their little pink nipples, licking, eating them up. I knew that was something she liked, and that much hadn’t changed. While she laid down on the bed, I carefully started to kiss her lower and lower, running my tongue down her soft skin, until I reached her belly button, while I started gently taking hold of her throat. That was something I never did before. And by the moans she started to let out, she had discovered that she liked it, too. I removed her shorts quickly, but took my time with her black panties, running my hand over them, feeling the delicious moistness that had drenched them, still letting my tongue loose on her whole body, and holding her face to kiss her hard at intervals.

Before long, she was begging me. I removed the sopping wet garment, and plunged head first into her shaved, pink and dripping pussy. She gasped and moan like I never heard her before, squirming and saying my name over and over again, while I demonstrated to her how much I had learned over the years. When I started to use my fingers, exploring her wetness and, most importantly, also fingering the ass that had been forbidden to me, she really lost it. Especially as my grip on her throat got tighter… Her face contracted in pleasure as she yelled, she shook harder than I ever saw her shake, and I took in the beauty of her pleasure, smiling avidly, looming over her on my knees. I started to give more and more attentions to her asshole, that almanbahis giriş was loosening so fast under my juice drenched fingers I really could believe what she told me in the train… And that’s when she seized my hand, and looked at me with such an intense yearning my already rock hard dick turned to diamond. She said it…

“Fuck me… Fuck my ass…”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. She quickly took hold of her condoms and her bottle of lube, and tossed them to me, while she assumed the position, on all four, moaning…

“Please… come…”

I slapped a condom on and proceeded to drench her asshole in lube, going to work with my fingers… One, two fingers went in easily, while she started to rub her pussy and make strange whimper noises I never heard from her before. It was time. I went in. I don’t know if you ever experienced anal sex, but there is nothing quite like the moment when your dick penetrates someone’s asshole… And this pleasure was amplified by the fact that it was an ass that had been forbidden to me for so long. I started carefully… But she wouldn’t have that.

“Harder… please…”

Well I gave her harder. I jammed my whole dick in her ass, not too fast, but the whole length of it, and I kept it there for a time, moving my hips so she would really feel it inside her. She started to give these small yell, that was like half “yes”es. And then I started giving her wish: I fucked her ass. Hard. Harder than I ever fucked a girl. Until we both were slick with sweat and out of breath, until I felt her mouth dry when I put my pussy juice drenched fingers in it for her to suck, until I just had to fucking come or die trying. I bent over her panted in her ear “I want to come on you.” She looked at me, makeup running, and said “Yes! Come!” I took my dick out of her, ripped the condom off and let go on her ass, groaning deeply while she writhed and moaned, still rubbing her swollen pussy. I then dropped to her side, exhausted, my hand running up and down her body, while she collapsed against me.

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I can’t believe I’m doing this. In fact, I can’t believe I made this ridiculous bet in the first place. I’m flying across the country to perform fellatio and rim a man I’ve never seen, because he was able to beat me in a game of online poker. I must be out of my mind. Completely nuts.

The most bizarre part of this is that I could have backed out so easily. But I’ve never lied to you, and amongst everything else I am a woman of my word. Besides, deep down inside I am begging to meet you in person, so here we are.

I couldn’t tell anyone what I was up to. They’d have had me committed. The man next to me on the plane asks innocently, “Are you travelling for business?” Yeah, right, the filthiest business you could imagine.

Plane lands safely, and I grab a cab to the hotel. I wish I could take a shower. In addition to a terminal case of nerves, I’ve been in airports and planes for five hours, and I would really like to be clean when we finally do meet. Whatever possessed me to do this?

A deal’s a deal, however, and I’m here now. I go to the front desk.

“I believe you have a package for Claire?”

The clerk smiles and hands me a beautifully wrapped box from behind the counter. There’s an envelope attached. I move toward the elevators and open the envelope. Inside are 2 room keys and a note:

“I knew you would want to clean up. Use key

first. When you’re ready, use key

on the connecting door. Take your time. Wear the gift.”

What a man! He reads my mind. I go to the room, crawl out of my travel clothes and head for the shower. OH, wait – the box – what’s in the box? Ribbons and wrapping paper fly. Ohmigosh. It’s lovely. I’m so glad I will be clean when I put this on. It’s wonderful. I love it.

To the shower. Hot, hot water washing away all the travel. I tidy up the shaved places, wash my hair, get clean inside and out. I stand in the shower with the water running down my back, using a soothing body wash. Its herbal formula smells almanbahis şikayet wonderful, it’s so relaxing, and the texture is so smooth.

As I run the wash cloth under my breasts, I notice the white against my tan and think of your shirt. Of wearing your white shirt over nothing at all. And I think of what it will be like to have you in the shower with me, later. I finish the “cleaning” part of my shower and set the wash cloth aside.

I take more of the herbal wash straight onto my hands, close my eyes, and rub myself . Thinking of you – how close you are right now – just a connecting door away. Thinking how nice it will be to have you doing this for me, later. Thinking of your hands, wondering how they will feel.

Imagining you standing behind me, pressing against me under the hot water. Thinking of your stiff cock pressing against my slippery bottom. Imagining us playing under that hot stream of water. Having you fuck my ass like some kind of deranged animal, lost in lust. Soon, but not yet. First, there’s the bet to pay off.

My slick hands move down my body, touching myself. Teasing myself. Pinching my nipples. Rubbing myself. Sliding my fingers in and out. Feeling a different wetness. Getting ready for you.

Warm out of the shower, I dry my hair and pull it back softly. You’ll want it loose.

Light spray with the perfume. Touching my hair, the back of my neck, base of my throat, wrists, ankles, behind my knees, between my breasts, under my breasts, a dab at the base of my spine. I rub those places, to get the scent on my hands, and then stroke my pussy. Good thing we’ve determined that loves this stuff – if he were allergic, we’d have a big problem.

Breathe. Inhale…hold it…exhale…get grounded…get centered. This is it. This isn’t some nut case; I’ve got to know this man. Breathe. I put on his beautiful gift, step to the connecting door, and knock twice.

“Come in.”

My hand is shaking a bit as I slide the key almanbahis canlı casino into the lock, turn the knob, and open the door.

The room is dark. There’s a candle burning in the bathroom. I can see a bit of reflected light in the mirror.

“I’m over here. Did you have a nice shower?”

“Yes, thanks. It felt very good.”

“Time to pay up Claire.”

“Yes Sir. Where would you like me to begin?”

“I’ve been thinking about that. I think the magic spot. You’re written about it so well, I want to see whether you can really find it.”

He’s talking about his G Spot.

I follow your voice to the other side of the room. There’s just enough light to see the large pieces of furniture. You’re sitting in a big overstuffed chair, but I can’t make out your features. There’s a soft pillow on the floor between your legs.

“That’s nice. Thank you.”

I kneel on the pillow, untie the ribbon, shake my long hair loose and lean forward. Holding the arms of the chair, I look for you with my hair and my mouth, but not my hands. I sense your heat, I smell you. I feel my hair brush against something and follow with my mouth. It’s your thigh. Slowly I kiss my way closer, touching you only with my lips and the tip of my tongue. The hair on your leg tickles my nose. I pause.

You slide forward in the chair so that you’re more accessible. I press my nose against your balls and gently lick and kiss behind them, down that narrow line, up and down the magic road. I find the spot. You knew I would. Dancing tongue, drawing tiny circles, prodding gently. I can feel your muscles tighten.

I hear your breathing change. I feel movement against my forehead.

Moving away from the spot, I go south to that tight rosebud. We’ve written so many words about this, but you know I’ve never really done it. This is a first. Carefully, I taste each tiny ridge on the entry, then the tip of my tongue presses for admission. Slowly. Learning this whole almanbahis casino new place. Licking just inside, pressing the walls, feeling your muscle clamp around my tongue. Then moving further in.

Burying your hands in my hair, you press my face into you. I let go of the chair arms and fondle your balls. They’re so tight.

I press my head back against your hands to let you know I want to move. Nuzzle and lick my way back to your balls. Lick them, suck them. I hear you moan softly. You smell so good. I love that peppermint soap. Stroking your hot cock. Stroking it firmly… up, then softly over the thickened head, down; again and again, stroking up, across, and down. Firm and fast, while I gently suck your balls into my mouth.

Your cock is so thick, so stiff, so hot. It’s twitching, and slick at the tip. Time for me to finally meet your cock.

Teasing at first, playing little mouth games with the swollen head. Sucking it quickly in and out of my mouth, between tight lips. Tickling the tip with my tongue, probing gently at the slit.

Then diving to the root, sucking you to the back of my throat. My tongue running wild – up, down and around your stiff cock. Love feeling the pulse of your thick veins on my tongue.

“God, Claire, I didn’t know it could be like this.”

I slide one finger into your loosened asshole. I reach in, feeling the upper walls, tickling and finger fucking you as my mouth begins to inhale your cock deep into my throat simultaneously.

You naughty bastard. You love it. I love it.

You hold my head, rise from the chair, and lower me to the floor, never letting your cock leave my mouth or my finger exit your ass. On my back on the floor, you kneel above me and fuck my mouth. Hard. I’m almost choking, but I take it like the slut I truly am.

Faster. Harder. Deeper. Shooting into me. Cuming in waves down the back of my throat. Feeling my throat tighten around your cock as I swallow every bit of you. Your prostrate dances under my caress; I feel it pulse. Watching my hips buck off the floor as I cum from sucking you. You don’t have to fuck my pussy… fuck my mouth, and I’ll cum.

I lick my lips. “So, are we square?”

You smirk exactly the way I imagined you would.

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“G” and I had lived together for almost two years, and for the past three months, the relationship had been going downhill. Things just weren’t in sync. She zigged: I zagged. It was clear to both of us that this might be the end of our time together. After many long conversations and more than a few tears, we decided that our connection with each other and all our past memories were too much to give up on at this moment. We decided to start fresh, put whatever hurt we had behind us, and focus on the way things could change for the better. With both of us satisfied that the relationship could move forward from this point, the fog was lifting and our minds were free of stress able to enjoy each other again.

It had been over a month since we had any sort of sex, much less the hot and wild romps that were commonplace for a good part of our time together. I knew that she wanted things to be special for our new start, and she knew I just wanted to touch her hot, sexy body all over, and as soon as possible. So, I let her take the lead on when we would have sex again. It had been a couple of days since we had decided that we would start fresh, and we really seemed to be on the same page once again.

It was a Saturday and I was on the weekly trip to grocery store. When I returned, Gretchen wasn’t downstairs, so I figured she was taking a nap in the bedroom, and almanbahis I put away the groceries and went upstairs to check on her. Much to my surprise, she was lying on the bed with a silky, black robe draped over her amazingly sexy body. The robe was not tied and hung gently open, and a strip of her stomach was exposed. The soft fabric glided around her large and supple breasts. My cock was instantly hard, and since I wasn’t wearing any underwear, I had no chance of hiding my excitement. My shorts seemed to stretch out in front of me two feet or more.

“G” got up out of the bed and led me over to the chair in our bedroom, sat me down, and said, “My pussy has been wet for you since you left for the store, and now it’s time to do something about it.” She dropped the robe to her feet, and revealed to me her beautiful, alluring body. Her breasts were exposed and her nipples were already fully erect. She had on a light blue thong, which had a wet spot on the front. I didn’t think it was possible, but my cock got harder. It was so hard it ached. She started rubbing her delicious ass on my manhood. After a minute of slow and erotic grinding, I pulled her back towards me, and I started massaging her nipples from behind and kissing her neck and back. She started to grind harder and I moved one hand slowly down her stomach to the place where she and I both wanted it.

Her almanbahis yeni giriş pussy juices had completely soaked her panties and I started rubbing her clit through them: she had an almost instant orgasm. My cock, somehow, grew a little harder. I indicated that she should stand up and I took her panties off and handed them to her. She, somehow, knew what I wanted her to do with them. She unzipped my shorts, my cock instantly sprung out, and she started caressing my throbbing head with her soaking wet panties. I came almost instantly, and she eagerly licked up every drop of my seed. I was so turned by everything that my cock never softened, not even a little.

With her panties off, I positioned her soft, round ass in front of me, and spread her cheeks apart. Her pussy juices had completely soaked her asshole and my finger easily found its way in. I stuck two fingers from my other hand inside of dripping wet snatch and quickly fingered her to her second orgasm. Then I started to lick her beautiful, tight asshole. She quickly started to rub her clit and brought herself to another orgasm. With her pussy juices still lubing her asshole, I kept licking and tonguing her ass and she kept rubbing her clit. Orgasms cascaded throughout her body. She finally couldn’t take anymore and made me stop. She quickly got on her knees and starting licking my almanbahis giriş balls and stroking my cock. Both she and I knew that I couldn’t take much more of that, so she started to tongue my asshole. Her tongue felt amazing, and my cock ached to unleash a second load of cum, but I had other plans.

I stepped away from her darting tongue and guided her up in front of me and bent her over. Her asshole was still well lubed from her pussy juices, but I wanted to taste it again. So I licked and fingered her to another orgasm. As her body was pulsating from the most recent orgasm, I stood up and buried my unbelievably hard cock in her well-lubed ass. In one stroke I was inside as far as I could go. She screamed out in pleasure and thrust back onto my cock, even though it couldn’t go in any farther. “Fuck my tight ass with your huge dick,” she screamed. I was more than happy to oblige her request and I started to thrust in and out of her tight, wet ass. Every other stroke seemed to bring her to orgasm, each time her asshole tightening around my cock. This lasted about a minute until I couldn’t take it anymore. My balls tightened and I felt wave after wave cum exploding from my cock. It seemed like I was cumming for an hour: it was the most intense orgasm that I had ever had. My member was still somewhat hard as I pulled it out of her stretched out asshole and she quickly dropped to her knees and started to lick the remaining cum off of my ultra-sensitive head. My cock grew soft after that and we laid down on the bed together. We didn’t say anything for awhile, both realizing that everything was going to work out.

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By the time Celeste and I were about to celebrate our fifth or sixth Valentine’s Day as a married couple the usual methods of saying “I love you”–fancy dinners, flowers, chocolates, and funny cards–had lost most of their charm and I was searching for a new way to send that message.

We were almost totally anal in our love-making because it felt so good and both got great pleasure out of both rimming and being rimmed. We knew that a tongue on or in each other’s hole was a virtual guarantee of an unforgettable orgasm. Thinking about this, I came up with the idea of telling Celeste that I loved her with my tongue. To do this, I decided to use the Morse Code, the system telegraph operators used to communicate with each other but is now totally obsolete. It was something that had been imbedded in my brain from countless hours of practice years ago as a boy scout and seemed like a perfect, unique way to celebrate love’s day with my wife

I planned the dots as quick, sharp stabs between her inner and outer sphincters with the tip of my tongue and dashes as long, slow licks across her entire asshole. It worked out as I almanbahis şikayet (..) l(.-..) o(—) v(…-) e(.) y(-.–) o(—) u(..-) and it drove Celeste over the edge in bed the night of Valentine’s day. By the time I sent the message a second time, she was groaning, by the third her finger was dancing across her clit, by the fourth this finger had moved to her g-spot and her thumb was on her clit pushing the two together. Halfway through the fifth send her body heaved up and she experienced an “I can’t believe that just happened” orgasm. Her first contraction feeling as if she would nip the tip of my tongue off, followed by series of jolts that shook her body for several minutes.

“You just can’t know how good that felt,” Celeste whispered while we cuddled afterwards, “but what were you doing?” Stroking her shoulders, I explained about the Morse Code, and the “I love you” note that I had just sent. “Well,” Celeste cooed as she drifted off to sleep, “that Morse guy certainly knew how to get a message across.”

Over the next several days Celeste, whom you never would describe as the girl scout type, expressed almanbahis canlı casino an odd degree of interest in the Morse Code, so much so that I dug out an old boy scout manual and showed her the entire section on it. I should have known something was up because of the amount of time she spent studying it, but I didn’t.

A week passed and then Celeste made an announcement over breakfast: “James” (I knew then that I was in trouble—it wasn’t Jimmy or even Jim, so this was serious), “I’m going to rim you tonight and make your body scream but I have a musical message for you to think about during the day.” Then she sang to me “Anything you can do I can do better, I can do anything better than you” from Annie Get Your Gun.

I walked around half hard and a little damp all day in anticipation of what was coming, and wasn’t disappointed in bed that night. It was classic Celeste and began with her finger up my butt massaging my prostate but with a warning: “Don’t fuck yourself on my finger. It’s an appetizer, not the main course.” Then the finger moved to the underside of my dick and she began to just barely almanbahis casino scratch where the head meets the shaft. Finally, I felt her tongue on my hole and realized that she was sending me almost the “I love you” message that I had sent her. The dots were little pinprick thrust of her tongue that barely touched but felt as if a small electrical shock was being sent through my body and the dashes long, lingering licks that sent waves of pleasure everywhere. BUT THERE WAS AN EXTRA WORD AT THE END.

Once I decoded it, I would have thrown my head back and laughed if I hadn’t been so far down the pleasure trail. As it was, all I could do was stroke my nipples and shake. Finally, during the fourth send, I groaned that I was going to cum. “Watch what happens,” Celeste whispered.

I did and saw three huge ropes of cum rope out of my dick, with the first one landing right on my face and my body shaking as if it was going to fall apart during an orgasm that left me tingling everywhere.

As Celeste cleaned me up with a warm washcloth afterward, she asked “Well, Jimmy, am I right or wrong?” “I don’t know how you could possibly be right,” I mumbled as I drifted toward never never land, “but Annie was spot on about one thing. Anything I can do you can do better.” You see, Celeste had not only memorized my Morse code message and sent it back to me. She had added — — .-. . (more).

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