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Doctor Greg Clark awkwardly lowered himself into the overstuffed armchair and placed his giant mug of cappuccino on the small, round, wrought iron table before him. He glanced around. This is the first time he had ever been in this coffee shop. It made sense. It was about 15 minutes outside of the town where he worked and lived…there generally wasn’t much reason to head out here.

But the place smelled great, the sip of his drink had just the right mix of espresso, steamed milk, and cinnamon, and he appreciated the barista who had embraced a fashion choice of varsity sweaters and poodle skirts despite that clearly not being something required to work there.

He sat sipping his coffee and staring out the window. He was not entirely sure what he was here to do. After last week, after the office, he and Mallory both agreed that they should sit down and talk. Talk somewhere where there was very little chance of them being able get naked. She had suggested this place, reasoning it would be easy enough for him to get out there after his last appointment (Every Thursday was his half-day, a privilege he allowed himself as he offered Saturday hours every week. Normally, he’d go to a movie, but being here seemed far more important to him at this time.) and still be home to greet Gina and the kids when they got home at 5.

Mallory walked in moments later, her strides fluid and unhurried. She was dressed unfussily in a tank top and yoga pants, her hair pulled back by small clips, no doubt planning to hit up the gym after this. She smiled at him and offered him a short giddy wave before getting in line.

Greg attempted to make his ogling of the supple sensual line of her back and the incredible thing those pants did for her ass somewhat not obvious. He imagined he was failing. He wondered if he should’ve taken his ring off before coming. Would that make this meeting better or worse? Then he remembered how much Mallory loved the feeling of his wedding band on her clit the first time he made her cum. He let himself indulge in that trip down memory lane, only refocusing on the world around him when his babysitter sat down next to him in a similarly comically large chair.

She curled herself into the swingback, resting one foot lightly on his knee, tucking the other beneath her. She dragged her finger through the whipped cream atop her mocha and casually licked it off her digit. He wondered if she was aware of how hot it was or if this was just something she did.

“Hey you!” she said brightly, wide smile dancing upon her face. He could not help but smile back. Her levity was contagious.

“Hey Mal,” he returned, temporarily forgetting to worry about other people must think of his 30 plus year old self sharing a table and coffee with a pretty blonde teen.

“Nice to see you. I love you in that suit. I think the tie makes your eyes even brighter,” Mallory complimented him, fixing her eyes on his.

“Thanks,” he replied, blushing a bit.

She called him on it, giggling, “Oh my god, that’s so cute. I love making boys blush.”

He only nodded in reply and a silence blanketed them both as they sat, looking at each other and sipping coffee.

She broke the tension awkwardly, “I’ve seen you naked.”

“Yup,” he replied, coughing slightly on his hot beverage.

“And you’ve seen me naked.”

“Also true.”

“I’d very much like for that to happen more.”

“Uh-huh,” he offered noncommittally.

“Would you also like that?”

Greg exhaled slowly, preparing to respond. Mallory cut him off before he had the chance, “Let me rephrase that: do you like seeing me naked?”

Again, the doctor gathered himself, beginning, “Well—”

“Uh-uh,” she asserted, “This is not a court of law and I have no interest in some lengthy explanation. Yes or no, do you like seeing me naked?”

“Yes.”

“My body…does it turn you on?”

“Yes.”

“Can I assume then that you enjoy what I do to you with this naked body and what I let you do to me?”

“Yes.”

“Good. And for the record, I am unanimous in my support of seeing you naked and having you do things to me with that nakedness.”

“…thank you?” he replied hesitantly.

“And thank you. For both the compliments and the nakedness you’ve provided.”

“Well, ok then,” he mumbled, taking a long drink for lack of a better idea what to do.

“I guess all I need to know is that you are in,” she offered, pushing through the weird rhythm of the conversation.

“In?”

“Yes, ‘in.’ This is something that’s happening here,” she gestured between the two of them, “I like it. I like fucking you, I like you fucking me. I love how your cum feels inside me, on my skin and I know you enjoy giving it to me. I don’t mind you trying to be the good guy, trying not to indulge the desires you have beating below the skin. In fact, that’s usually a turn-on in and of itself for me. But I need to know you really do want it. I need to know that you are onboard with this, that you recognize we’ve connected and we both need this outlet. Şerifali Escort And I need you to not always be resistant. Because, yes, I love seducing you, but I will need you to sometimes take control and seduce me. Or at least be onboard from the start of some encounters.”

She completed her speech and glanced away, the confidence no longer hiding her fear and embarrassment, red leached into her cheeks.

“Wow, umm…” he hemmed and hawed, “Wow, Mal…I…look. I, jeez. Okay, yes I think we have connected. And clearly you’ve reawakened things in me that I let go so long ago I forgot they were ever there. I don’t know how I can go back now…I’m pretty sure I can’t. And I have to you thank-slash-blame for that. So a large part of me—”

“Definitely large,” she cracked, smirking and refusing to make eye contact.

“Really?” he replied, eyebrows arching, “I mean…stop distracting me! As I was saying, yes, there is a big part of me who wants to keep doing this, that wants to see where this is going.”

The doctor could see her body language shift slightly, betraying her excitement about the development. He felt guilty to cut off that enthusiasm at the knees.

“But,” he continued and cringed as she retracted, “I’m married. I have two kids. My first responsibility lies with them.

“I know that,” she affirmed, “I’m not suggesting we run away together to the Bahamas to spend our days naked on the beach and leave them behind. At least not for more than a weekend at time.”

She smirked and when she saw him do the same, she pressed on, “But seriously, I’m not here to break up your home. I’d never want to do that. You are a good husband and a great father.”

“Well, maybe a great father, but—”

“Knock that off,” she urged him, clasping her hand over his. His pulse raced, he felt warm all over with the skin-to-skin contact. “You didn’t pursue me. You weren’t some horned up dad peeking on me in my bikini or finding weird excuses to rub up against me. If you were that kind of guy, this never would’ve happened. I saw how great you were, how much you sacrificed without asking for anything in return. Then, I heard Gina talk about your relationship and realized how all her needs were getting met but only those of yours that aligned with hers were getting attention. The belly button ring thing, the fact that she told her friend that you guys never used dirty talk while I knew you had files on your computer that were just women talking dirty, the moments you’d lose yourself and actually glance at another woman, especially if they wore heels, while your wife refused to wear anything like they had on, didn’t even really own anything like it, despite having a killer body—”

He interrupted her, “You don’t have to do—”

“I’m not doing anything Greg, I’m just being honest. It’s not fair that you’ve exposed your desires to her and had her repeatedly vote down all but the ones she’d do anyway while she gets all hers met without ever having to do the hard thing and say, ‘This is a fantasy of mine.'”

“I…I guess.”

“No ‘I guess’ about it. It’s true. And here’s what else is true. Without me, one day you will wake and realize this on your own and you will go out and fuck someone else and that someone else won’t give a damn about your wife or kids and will gladly blow up your life to have you to themselves because, Doc, you are a world champ in the bedroom.”

He blushed and waved her off.

“I’m serious,” she said, smiling radiantly again, “I think the only person, place, or idea that’s gotten me off harder or on more occasions are my hands and my toys and they basically have 24/7 access to me for practicing purposes.”

They both laughed a bit at that and the tension slipped off their shoulders.

“So,” she started again in between chuckles, “Are you ‘in’?”

He paused and then nodded, “With a pitch like that, I don’t see how I cannot be. We have to be safe and smart, but…god, I can’t believe I’m doing this…but yes, I want this. I want you.”

“Good,” she cooed, throwing her arms around his neck, “I am going to make this decision totally worth your while.”

“I have no doubt. Just don’t feel under any obligation to keep it going when you decide you are tired of this old man.

“Hehe,” she tittered, “I wouldn’t worry about that, Greg. Sooooo, you know what we have to do now?”

“Ummm…” he mulled, shrugging.

“Trade sexual histories!”

He smiled widely and laughed in return, “O…k.”

“I know it’s a little putting the horse way after the cart at this point, but we should probably have some aspect of our relationship that we are responsible about. Plus, it could be fun.”

She tossed him an exaggerated wink then and a sweet giggle.

“I’ll start,” she announced bouncing in her chair to face him cross-legged, “Three. Four including you.”

“Four?”

“You know…guys I’ve…slept with…” she hesitantly offered.

“Oh…OH! I see. Four. Okay.”

“Does that surprise you? Is that bad?”

“What? Oh, no. Not bad at İstanbul Escort all. I honestly had no idea what to expect. You could have told me I was your first or your 31st and I would have been equally believing.”

“But it’s okay?”

“Yes, yes of course. I always said I wanted to sleep with a more experienced girl.”

“Well that’s goo—wait…really?” she queried skeptically.

“Yeah. I’m two, including you.”

“HOLY SHIT!” she shouted and that slapped her hands over her own mouth, eyes wide in shock.

“Would you quiet down?” he whispered beseechingly, eyes scanning the room. The shop was more or less empty and only the girl in the poodle skirt seemed to notice the outburst, giggling to herself and averting her eyes as she cleaned out one of the espresso pumps.

“Just…just me and your wife?” Mallory whispered.

“Yes. Just the two of you. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Well…fuck, yes, Greg, it is. You’re hot. And I’ve seen pictures of you when you were younger so I know that it’s not a recent phenomenon. A handsome, smart guy with your demeanor and build should’ve been cleaning up!”

“Well, I met Gina the summer after my sophomore year of college…” he trailed off.

“And?! What about those first two years? What about high school?!”

“I only dated my first girlfriend in high school for a little while and I was so worried about being too aggressive that basically nothing happened at all. My second girlfriend told me early on she was against sex before marriage and I thought I was too young anyway. It turns out, I eventually stopped feeling too young, but she kept to her guns about that. In college I had…opportunities, but…I don’t know. I felt like I had waited this long, it should at least be with someone I have a deep emotional connection to.”

“Ooo, ooo, tell me about the opportunities!” she cackled, grabbing his arm.

“Uh-uh, we are still on you. You need to explain your four.”

“Fine,” she pouted, crossing her arms and accidentally or very purposefully forcing her breast upward towards the opening of her sport tanktop, “But don’t think I’m forgetting this.”

“I won’t he promised and indicated for her to go on.”

“Okay…first one was…my first. My boyfriend at the time, it was just alright and then he got really weird. Possessive. Obsessive. Really freaked himself out about his performance, about what I was doing when he wasn’t around. So, I had to break up with him.”

“Ugh…sorry.”

“Don’t be. For most of us, present company excluded apparently, the first one ending weirdly is not all that unusual. Anyway, second guy was a close friend of mine for years. I broke up with my boyfriend really near prom and this guy offered to be my date. There was never anything sexual between us—”

“Uh-huh,” Greg replied with an overexaggerated wink of his own.

“I’m serious!” she giggled, slapping him on the arm, “There never had been, but prom worked its magic, I guess. I got really turned on dancing with him and we ended up in a room by ourselves at the hotel when another couple get busted by his parents in the lobby because they found out he was going to a hotel for the night which they specifically told him not to. We fully planned to go to the party in the suite we had all split, but while changing one thing led to another and, well, we didn’t make it. Everyone assumed we just got wrapped up in the drama of our roommates and didn’t come looking for us.”

“Naughty, naughty,” he teased, “Was it better?”

“Oh yeah…much. I mean, it was pretty vanilla compared with what I know I like now. You know, no dirty talk, just missionary, that sort of thing. But he was talented so I didn’t mind that. We might have made a go of a relationship but he was going to go to Europe for college so we both decided that was unrealistic.”

“Do you regret that?”

“Not really. The long distance would’ve been killer and, to be honest, when my libido wasn’t already way elevated by ball gowns, dancing, and freedom from parental influence, kissing him was way weird. So, it was definitely for the best that we didn’t prolong it.

“Last year, I had kind of an on again-off again fuck buddy thing going on with a senior. He wanted to be serious, I had no interest in anything but going out with my friends to our parties and meeting him back at his room at like 2 in the morning to get my fix. I think I broke his heart.”

“Wow…harsh there Mal.”

“Oh, whatever. He was one of these jock jerks who calls the freshman girls ‘fresh meat’ and picks one out to use and toss away. It just happens that he was unlucky enough to choose me and he’s the one who ended up all loopy and starry-eyed. I have no sympathies for him.”

“Well, I know not to cross you. You’re a tough one.”

“And don’t you forget it,” she said, mock punching him and giggling, destroying the illusion. “Anyway, that’s me. Your turn.”

“Ok. Gina. Done.”

“Come on! I want details. Oh and I want to know about the almosts, too.”

“Fine, fine. Which first?”

“Hmm…let’s Ümraniye Escort go with the wife.”

“Well, there’s not much to tell that you haven’t heard before, I think,” Greg began, “I was convinced by career services that I needed an internship between sophomore and junior year so I applied for and got this one at a nonprofit that was about getting medical supplies to poor or devastated countries. It was sort of like Medical Supplies without Borders. I was pre-med so it seemed like a good fit. Gina ended up getting one of their other internships because she wanted to learn how to run a non-profit. We met and hit it off right away. By the end of the summer, we were exclusive and when we went back to our respective schools, we agreed to do the long distance thing. And with one minor hiccup, we did.

“We graduated, moved closer to one another. Then, closer. Then moved in together. Then got married. Kids. Here.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, looking on skeptically, “And?”

“And what?” he shrugged evasively.

She leaned forward conspiratorially and whispered in his ear, her hand “accidentally” brushing across the front of his pants, “And when did you first make her scream your name?”

He blushed, smirked, and answered, “We started making out pretty early on. Had progressed to dry humping before we left at the end of the summer. That was pretty frustrating because it worked for her all the time but only me about 25% of the time and she refused to use her hand. Or anything else.”

“Oooo, poor Greggy. You just have been so worked up,” she mocked.

“Laugh it up, funny girl, laugh it up,” he scolded before returning to his story. “Hand stuff started happening when I visited during Fall Break, I think. So we had been together about four months by that point.”

“Four months?! You were 20 years old and had to wait for 4 months for a handjob?!”

“Well, I was 19. Remember, my birthday is in November, so she still had a few weeks to go. But, basically, yes to your question” he replied witheringly.

Mallory swallowed her giggle and tried to sympathetically intone, “You were a saint, Doc, an absolute saint.”

“Right. Anyway, that’s where we stayed for awhile, maybe another year. Then came oral.”

“Ooo, did you make her use her pure little mouth? Was she—”

More or less ignoring Mallory, he pressed on, “She was onboard with that back then. Claimed to enjoy doing it for me. She was better at it than she was with her hand, so that was cool. And I enjoyed going down on her. It was pretty great.”

“Was she your first?”

“To give me a blowjob?”

“Yup.”

“No…no…I’ll tell that story in a sec though. I was her first, however. For damn near everything, I think. Anyway, that was our physical relationship more or less until we were both the same city. So we were…23 the first time we had sex.”

Mallory pretends to do a spit take and gasps, “For serious?”

“Yes,” he grumbled, “For serious. We were engaged a few months later, married about nine months after that. Gina got pregnant a year or so later with Shelley. Then Martin was three years after that.”

He continued, cracking a smile, “About two years after Martin was born, my 19 year old babysitter blew me in the shower and then fucked me a few weeks later. And I think that catches you up to date.”

“Your babysitter sounds like a slut,” Mallory jokes.

“A total slut,” Greg agreed smirking.

She giggled and bounced slightly in her chair in delight. “Continue,” she demanded in a silly voice.

“What’s to continue? Met wife, had sex with her, stayed faithful until a saucy minx came along.”

“Saucy minx, huh? I like that. But I meant tell me about the two almost.”

“Ahh…ok. Well, first was freshman year of college. Then there was—”

“Wait, wait, wait…don’t rush past that. I want details!”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” she responded, contorting her body as if shy, “Maybe I like to hear that sexy voice of yours describing the naughty things you did to other girls.”

“You are bad.”

“Only at my best.”

“Fine, fine. Let’s see.”

“Remember, LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOTS of details.”

“Ok. So Catie lived down the hall from me from freshman year. She was a junior, like 5′ 2”, strawberry blonde with more red than blonde, and, for some reason, took a liking to me right away. On campus we had like an instant messaging system and she’d use it to send me messages all the time. Mostly invitations to have a ‘sleepover,’ her words, not mine, and semi-provocative pictures of herself she took with like an ancient digital camera. I was still all mopey after Ms. Virgin from high school and I broke up so I largely ignored it.

“Plus, she was a crazy drinker, almost four or five nights week and always til she was just blasted. That was not really my scene. So that, on top of us being in different classes and me being wounded after the high school breakup, I was just not very receptive.”

Mallory yawned sarcastically, “Wow, Doc, this is titillating.”

“Hey, you said you wanted the story, so you need to deal with the setup.”

“Fine,” she pouted, “Go on.”

“So, she’s keeps pushing and I keep just evading. Thrust, parry. That sort of thing. I wasn’t even fully aware that I was doing it.

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It has been the longest road trip ever and I am bored. I glance over at you and get an idea. I turn in my seat to face you and reach my left hand to slowly rub the back of your head and neck. I dig my fingers in to release any tension I find there. My nails are long enough so I can run them up and down the short hair on the back of your neck. I know you love that. Eventually I roll up the shirtsleeves on your right forearm and mimic those touches and gestures on your neck with my other hand. I raise your arm and lick from the inside of your elbow past your wrist to the tip of each finger. Then I swirl my tongue around the tip of your middle finger a few times before I plunge it deep into my mouth. I flick my tongue against the sensitive skin between the fingers before pulling it out of my mouth with a “pop!”

I make sure we have time and are on a safe straight shot of road so I can unfasten my seatbelt and lean closer to you. I stretch my left arm across your shoulders so that you can feel my breasts pushing against your shoulder and biceps. I kiss behind your ear then whisper how much I want your lips on my skin. I lick your earlobe and nibble it. I tell you I’m going to show you what I wish you could do to me. I undo your tie and open your collar, plus a few extra buttons to expose your chest. My mouth stays on your ear and moves down your jaw, kissing and licking, scraping my teeth against any sensitivities I Göztepe Escort find. I drop my head to lick across your collarbone, then drag my tongue up your neck to bite down hard on that cord of muscle I love.

Your breathing has picked up and you’re moaning and groaning at me about how I’m torturing you. I lean both hands on your strong hard thigh to get closer to you. You realize that if you glance down you can see down my tight v-cut T-shirt to the tops of my breasts. I press my forehead to your temple and you can smell the combo of my shampoo (vanilla), body lotion/spray (bath & body works endless weekend), and something else…my arousal. Your nostrils flare as you breathe in deeply, and I giggle telling you how wet I am just from touching you. I point out that my skirt is just short enough that if someone was to get in the lane on our right and look over they’d see the growing damp spot on my panties. I ask you quietly, “do you like that idea, baby? Some stranger seeing how hot and wet I am for you?”

Your breath hitches and I kiss the corner of your mouth, then move down to push your shirt apart and kiss your sternum. I slip my right hand into your shirt and rub my thumb against your nipple. Maybe your nipples aren’t as sensitive as mine, but I’m supposed to be showing you what I wish you’d do to me, right? So I rub my thumb against it, then pinch and roll it. I dig a fingernail into it roughly İstanbul Escort and when you gasp I pull my hand away. I lift my index and middle fingers to my lips for a kiss, then place them against your nipple whispering, “sorry, baby”.

I lean back and look down at your lap. I hum with appreciation as I see your cock pulsing through your slacks. I reach the fingers of my right hand to dance over it while my left hand grips your thigh for balance. I do my best to stroke your hard dick with my hand and moan to you how badly I want it in my mouth. I reach farther down to feel your balls so heavy with cum for me. I run my index finger around the tip of your cock then push off your thigh to settle back in my seat. I lecture you, “I couldn’t POSSIBLY suck your cock while you’re driving, honey, it’d be unsafe!” You curse me softly, with no real malice, and I giggle, kiss your cheek, and tell you I’m just going to have to find some satisfaction for myself another way. I settle in my seat and pull off my shirt and kick off my platform sandals.

I stretch languorously, pushing out my tits that I know you can see from the corner of your eye. This bra is your favorite color and I know you’re wondering if I’m wearing the matching thong. I tell you I am and laugh. I slide down in my seat a bit and run my hands up and down my body. I tell you I wish they were your hands. I pop my nipples up over the bra and Anadolu Yakası Escort tease them with my fingers. I gasp as my hips start rising and falling on their own. I raise my legs and place my feet on the dashboard, spreading them wide apart. The car fills with the scent of my wet pussy and I moan your name. I push my skirt down and shove my thin panties aside. I stroke two fingers of my right hand up and down my pussy lips then raise them to my waiting tongue to lick clean. You groan in frustration and I laugh again, stroking my pussy lips with my left hand and raise dripping wet fingers towards you.

You grasp my wrist and drag my hand towards you, licking and sucking at my fingers for all you’re worth. My hips are writhing again and I tell you I wish your tongue was on my clit and pussy instead of those fingers. I plunge the middle finger of my right hand into my pussy and cry out, then add another finger. You release my hand and order me to touch my clit. My hips are rising up to meet my fingers and I circle a fingertip around my clit. I moan out how good it feels and you demand more. I kick up the pace, rubbing ferociously at my clit and fucking my fingers. I can’t stop telling you how good it feels, how I wish it was your fingers or cock inside me, how I wish you were playing with my clit. I cum hard with a sharp cry of your name and collapse shuddering into the seat. I’m still quivering when you carefully reach over to fasten my seatbelt. I curl on the seat turned towards you and reach out both of my hands, that still smell like my cunt, to hold your right hand. I drift off to sleep in the orgasmic afterglow while you drive us to our destination.

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I spotted her while driving out of a Dunkin’ Donuts. She was standing near the traffic light, wearing a sign that said: “Lost Everything – All possessions – Please Help.”

She was a petite thing, with dirty braided hair, but managed to have a clean white Tee on, along with a tattered pair of jeans and some well worn sneakers.

She was also fairly young, probably not yet twenty. As the light was red, I lowered the window on the passenger side and beckoned her over to the car.

“Please help me Mister,” she whined.

I glanced in the rearview mirror. No one behind me and the light was still red.

“Want to make twenty bucks, maybe more?”

“Sure!” she exclaimed with a faint smile.

“Get in; I’ll bring you back to this spot after you earn it.”

“I don’t….”

“Twenty or more…” I said.

When she continued hesitating, I said, “When the light changes I’m outta here.”

She looked up at the traffic light and reached for the door handle at the same time. She was in the car and we were off as the light turned green.

Three blocks later we came up against another red light. I lowered my sunglasses and looked directly into her brown eyes. Now I happen to be blessed with a pair of what I’m told are dazzling placid blue orbs that hold the ladies in check… for a time anyway.

I saw her breathing quicken as she wondered what lay in store for her. Her fingers gripped the frame of the door as if anticipating a quick departure from my car. Her mind was a whirl of thought as pulled into the parking lot of a now decrepit shopping park. Only the liquor store was still open. The Chinese restaurant had closed a month or so ago, and all the other tenants had left months before that.

“You want to know what’s expected of you in order to earn the twenty, right.”

“Yeah… I guess so.” She said nervously.

“Show me those tits of yours,” I said beginning my experiment.

I watched her nostrils flare. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Without opening her eyes she asked, “What if someone…?”

“No one will see,” I said quickly, punctuating my words with a soft, wet kiss below her ear. It must have been several days; perhaps a week since she’d bathed. It didn’t bother me in the least. I’d spent time in Cambodia’s jungles. I knew what it was like to be filthy and sweaty.

I raised my head and smiled at her disarmingly. I let my blue eyes show a hint of deviltry as she looked into them and shivered.

Her hand slipped the thin fabric of the tee up, exposing her left breast in its entirety and the right to just below the nipple. Her nipple stiffened in the air-conditioning and she moaned softly in anticipation as my mouth found the exposed bud and nipped at it.

She whimpered as I teased her breast with my teeth and tongue, running them around her nipple in tiny circles, then sweeping across the top of her breast and around the sensitive underside.

Need blossomed within her and her hands fell to her lap, pulling at the thin fabric of her jeans. “Please, Mister,” she pleaded in a strained whisper as I worked the top button of her jeans open. “Oh please.”

I dragged her fly down with agonizing slowness while my other hand began stroking and squeezing her as yet uncovered breast.

“OH!”

“I think you’re going to earn more than that twenty we discussed,” whispered as my fingers found the edge of her underwear and crept underneath and felt her wetness.

“Mister… I don’t….”

“Yes you do,” I hissed snake-like Anadolu Yakası Escort in her ear. “Oh, yes you do, young lady. You want my money. I want your….” I was stuck for the right words, and fell silent.

Words no longer mattered actually. My fingers found her center, caressed it lightly as she trembled with expectation, and dare I say it? Excitement.

“I… I left my boy….”

“Your boy friend’s waiting back there for you?”

She nodded nervously.

“You let him pimp you off like that?”

“He’s not….”

She couldn’t bring herself to utter the word, but realized it was true. She was here with me in the car. I had her tits out and a hand inside her jeans, about to finger her. Of course he’d pimped her out.

“It’s not like it’s your first time,” I said not unkindly. “Now we’ll be more comfortable in the backseat. Climb over.”

She clambered over the passenger seat almost docilely and I followed after her. Once we settled in, I put an arm around her shoulder and she rested her head in the crook of my arm. My hand returned to her pussy. She spread her legs automatically, gasping when my fingers touched her. She was already wet. By the time I sent my middle finger into her, her juices had soaked the gusset of her panties.

She grabbed a handful of my t-shirt and pulled. Her legs squeezed together on my hand, but I kept rubbing the tiny, but hard bump under my finger.

She whimpered and looked into my eyes. Her hips thrust up and down in rhythm to my rubbing her clit. A moment later she had her face buried in my shoulder. It was time. I sent two fingers up her snatch on an exploratory mission.

She moaned.

The faster I jabbed them into her faster her pelvis ground back at me. Now there was a distinct sucking sound coming from her twat each time my fingers came out.

She was panting and when she raised her head to look at me I noted a large wet spot on my shoulder where she had drooled on me.

Knowing she was watching, I took my fingers out of her and stuck them in my mouth.

“Mmmm, want a taste?” I asked.

She nodded her head and I jabbed them back inside her for another couple strokes, and then fed the fingers to her guppied open mouth. Her expression changed, like she was trying to decide if she liked the taste. She licked her lips.

“Is that how I taste?” she asked.

“Don’t tell me that’s the first time you’ve sampled your nectar!” I said with disbelief.

“But …” she sputtered.

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah, kinda. But I thought I’d taste different.”

“Kiss me, see how different that tastes,” I said.

She tilted her head up and kissed me, moaning into my mouth as my tongue invaded her mouth and swept over her gums and teeth.

She kicked a leg over me as she moved on top of me, straddling my body with her long, coltish legs. And then she surprised me by raising her ass in the air, and working my dick out into the open and angling it so that I slid right into her juicy pussy.

Nice trick, I thought, a talented girl, this one.

She continued working my fairly thick dick into her. She had to want it as much if not more than I did.

Lordy, she was tight! It had to hurt some; I was sure of that.

I stroked the side of her face. “You can stop if you want.”

She shook her head. “I don’t wanna stop.”

I moved my hands down to her ass and pressed her down, gently but firmly. I didn’t want to hurt her, but felt she needed a little help to do it all Pendik Escort the way.

“Ow… ow… oh, God,” she cried.

Jesus, she was tight! I stopped to let her get used to being stretched. I’d fucked girls up the ass with less difficulty than this. But it was worth it, that’s for sure.

“Wait! Wait!” she whimpered. “My bag… hand me my bag, will ya?”

I found the bag on the front seat and handed it to her.

She looked at me and reaching into the bag said, “I carry a little bottle of baby oil, you know… just in case.”

She had already opened the bottle and was pouring a small amount directly on her pussy.

I thought about the transformation from shy teenager to almost professional status and decided I was right the first time. She was hooking, not begging.

I began working it in and out with relative ease.

“Oooooohh, look how easily it glides in now,” she chirped.

Still pumping slowly, I leaned forward and kissed her mouth with her tits pressed against my chest. As soon as he released her mouth she said, “Fuck Anna!”

“That your name, Anna?”

“Yeah, fuck Anna, please! Anna loves a good fucking.”

I made it a point to do just that and fucked Anna like she’d never been fucked before.

I drove my dick deep, pulled back slowly, and slammed back into her so hard I heard the breath whoosh from her mouth.

I took it complexly out and slapped her clit. That drove her wild.

“C’mon, fuck Anna!” she whined.

I slipped it back into her wet snatch, and hit her at various angles during the next fifteen strokes. Her hips were flying up to meet me with each successive thrust.

I quickened the pace and had her gasping.

I slowed down and she sobbed and began begging me to “do me … really do me!”

“What happened to Fuck Anna?” I asked as I came to a complete halt.

“No … No! Fuck me! Fuck Anna! Please! Please! Please!”

I started in on her again, this time angling upward, looking for her g-spot. I hit it on the second stroke. She told me as much by shrieking: “Ohhh, fuck yeah!”

I tried to stay on course then, hitting the spot with every other stroke. I also increased the tempo of my thrusting, almost jackhammering into her.

Her hips thrashed violently against me; while her cunt walls attempted sucking my cock into the oblivion of her orgasm.

Oh yeah, she was cumming big time.

I felt myself tense and a split second later released my load into her snatch.

“Huh – huh – huh,” she huffed.

I kept pumping away at her even as I finished cumming. I was rewarded by her achieving another rousing climax that left her exhausted for the moment.

I waited for her to calm down, then asked, “Ever have anyone eat you out after they came in you?”

“Nugh … no … no, never,” she rasped in disbelief. “You gonna do it?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Holy shit!” she managed before I told her to spread her legs for me.

Moving quickly, Anna spread her legs fairly wide apart. I glanced down at her cunt and found essentially what I’d expected to see: a combination of cum and her secretions trickling out of her and onto her ass.

“Try to relax and enjoy this, Anna,” I cooed.

The very words caused her to shudder in anticipation.

Leaning in close, I sent my tongue out and licked the tip of her clit.

“OOHHHH!”

“Lean back, baby. Keep those eyes closed. I want you to tell me if you feel me licking away at you, okay?”

“Okay … yeah … felt that Kurtköy Escort touch to my clittie.”

I hadn’t thought it possible, but Anna spread her legs even more. It took me a moment before I caught her purpose it spreading them so much. She was presenting her asshole to me in hopes I would eat her out back there too.

I pretended not to notice and concentrated on eating her out. I took me several minutes to ingest my sperm and her excess fluids then I went to work on her.

She came quickly, maybe three minutes in; and again at the seven minute mark. I was checking my watch each time she shuddered and came.

I pretended to discover her little ploy with her asshole about then and asked her if she wanted me to lick her back door.

“You want to lick me back there?”

What a fucking phony!

“Yeah, why not?” I said, as if just realizing it was possible.

“If I, umm, shift a little . . . my tongue can probably, yeah, I umm, can get it in there.”

“Oh, baby!” she moaned happily.

I licked her asshole and she moaned happily.

I let a hand snake its way up to one of her breasts and tweaked a very stiff nipple.

“Oh, Anna …Look at your nipples now! They’d poke my fuckin’ eye out if I tried suckin’ on ’em now!”

She gave a nervously lewd laugh and said,

“Probably would. I’m so fuckin’ hot, man!”

“Squeeze ’em for me baby!”

She hurried to comply.

“That’s a girl! Feels good don’t it?

“Yeah … does,” she answered slowly as if in a daze.

I sent three, then four fingers into her snatch while lapping away at her asshole. I found her g-spot and pressed on it as my tongue slipped into her shitter.

“OHMYGOD!”

Wresting my mouth away from her asshole, I called out, “Yeah, baby! Cum for me! Cum big time!”

She did. She came with a veritable gusher, spewing a stream of cum juice that flooded the both of us. I hadn’t expected her to be a squirter, but she was that and more. Both of us were drenched in her bodily fluid.

The backseat was stained beyond repair. I wasn’t too concerned there; I intended to sell the heap soon anyway.

“Wow, baby … you’re something else!” I told her.

“You … you … you too,” she managed to gasp.

“Jeez, Anna, look at your clit! It’s standing up . . .looks like a small cock right now, want me to give it a lick?”

“Ohhh, I don’t … know….”

I licked it anyway.

“OHGOD OHGOD! OH GOD!” she wailed.

“Cum for me, Anna! Come on, cum for me!”

Anna obliged me and came for me; and came again as I kept toying with her clit.

I allowed ten minutes to pass before I straightened my clothing and moved back behind the wheel.

“Fix your clothes, Anna?”

“Huh … oh, yeah, I get dressed, sure. Um….”

She was about to ask me for her money, but I beat her to it, saying, “That’ll be fifty bucks, Anna. I delivered on that hump, didn’t I?”

“What? What did you say?”

“I said you owe me fifty bucks for the fuck and oral sex. It’s a low rate, but I know it was worth it. You must have cum a zillion times, right?”

“Um, yeah, I came … but … but you wuz supposed….”

“Hey, no credit, Anna. Cash on delivery, and I sure as hell delivered.”

Anna was flummoxed. She had no reply. I watched as she reached into her shoe and extracted three twenties. I gave her a tattered fiver in change, and while she fixed her hair I drove her back to where I’d picked her up.

Her so-called boyfriend was waiting. As Anna got out of the car, I called out to her boyfriend/pimp, “She was a real treat, man. I’d do her anytime, but lemme tell ya, next time it’ll cost at least a hundred fifty.

Then I drove off, chuckling at having bested them at what they’re supposed to be experts at.

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It was the end of July and my usually predictable lifestyle had been disrupted, albeit pleasantly by a third year biology student called Amy. I had been single for a year and that was a long time for me. Suddenly one reaches a certain age and the urges are still there but the opportunities seem to grow fewer. I had been with my ex girlfriend for three years. I was forty one when I had met her. The shock of turning forty had passed and I felt good to be in a relationship. However, three years tested my inclination of not being monogamous to its limits and for one reason or another we fizzled out. Now, at forty five I was looking for excitement.

Amy was working two days a week at the café, attached to a local nature reserve. It was a nice place to stop off at the end of a long walk and watch the wildlife over a cup of coffee and home made cake. I had established a casual rapport with Amy, a rather cute, bespectacled girl of twenty. She had – I can safely say – the best ass I had ever had the good fortune to lay eyes on. Her hair was long, dark and had a natural, not overly coiffeured look. She was hot without going out of her way to flaunt herself. I had given her a lift one afternoon and then in a mad flash of inspiration I had devised a plan to make her a rather indecent proposition. In short, I said I would give her two thousand pounds in exchange for a no-strings arrangement between us. To my delight, she hadn’t gone crazy but quickly warmed to the idea. Warmed so much in fact, that I had fingered her wet little pussy on giving her a lift home on the third Saturday of July.

We agreed to meet on the Monday. She lived with her auntie, about a mile from me and I picked her up at seven and drove back to mine. I had what might be described as a mini anxiety attack when she got in my car. Her hair had clearly been blow-dried and had a wonderful shine and yet retained that gentle fluffy look. She had put on a rather short denim skirt and black tights (pantyhose). Her top was a purple and slightly glittery pullover. Her bust looked full and pert. She looked at me and smiled. There was a delightful whiff of perfume and I started to become hard almost instantly.

“You look great Amy!”

“Thank you. It’s just my normal stuff.”

I put my hand on her leg and slid it up her skirt as I started the engine. It was a pleasantly uncomfortable three minutes as I sat with my stiff on.

“Did you have a good day at work?” She asked.

“Yes. It was Okay.”

“Have you been thinking about tonight a lot?”

“Yes, of course. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Really? In what way?”

“What you would be wearing. What I was going to do with you. Everything really.”

“Oh. Nice. How come you haven’t got a girl friend Mike. If you don’t mind me asking?”

“I just don’t. I did have. We split up a year ago.”

“Oh. You must get horny.”

“I do Amy.”

“Do you watch a lot of porn?”

“Not that much to be honest. I only like girl on girl stuff.”

Amy laughed.

“Why what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing, it’s just the way you said it. So you like to see girls get it on?”

“I do. Straight porn doesn’t do anything for me. How about you?”

“No. I just use my imagination. And my fingers.”

“Hmmm… I’d like to watch you masturbate some time Amy.”

“Okay. We’ll see.”

We pulled up outside my house and I was completely hard and Amy found it amusing that I needed to arrange myself before I got out of the car. A guy next door but one was cutting his hedge and he did a double take when Amy got out. I wondered what erroneous conclusion he had reached. Relative? Escort maybe? He certainly wouldn’t have thought that she was my fully paid up fuck buddy. No time limits, no rules almost. My one concern as I opened my front door was how long I would last the first time. I pressed Amy against the wall of my hallway and kissed her neck. Her hair smelled beautiful. My hands were all over her, stroking her legs, groping her tits. I slid my hand up her skirt again. That ass! What an absolutely exquisite bum. I squeezed her cheeks playfully as I kissed her on the lips. I wasn’t sure if she would kiss me but I’m glad she did. I wasn’t certain if she might construe kissing as being to emotional.. I guess, like me she couldn’t have sex without kissing.

“Oh Amy you’re İstanbul Escort so fucking sexy!”

“Thank you. Are we going to your bedroom?”

“Yes. Do you want a drink of anything. Some wine maybe?”

Amy smiled with those hazel green eyes and her sweet red lips.

“That would be nice. White if you’ve got it.”

“White it is. Australian or South African?”

“I don’t mind.”

I uncorked the bottle, fresh out of my fridge and Amy perched on one of the stools next to my breakfast bar. I poured two generous measures and we sipped together quietly. My initial arousal had subsided slightly but I was beginning to ache a little down there, which normally meant I was going to come a lot when I did. I could quite easily have fucked her in my kitchen, but I wanted to do things properly. I envisaged having her in every room in the house at some point, so there was no pressure to rush into things.

The issue of condoms had been broached briefly two days earlier and we had deferred discussion on the matter, but this seemed like a good time to bring it up.

“Are you wet now Amy?”

“I am yes.”

“About protection and stuff. Do you trust me to go in without any?”

“As long as you don’t get carried away. I’m not on the pill or anything.”

“I won’t. You don’t mind me coming in your mouth though?”

“No, I want to know what it’s like.”

“Seriously, you’re not just saying that. No one’s come in your mouth before?”

“No, never.”

“Wow! What a privilege.”

“Ha ha Mike! I guess it is. You’re my first for that one!”

I had got hard again and pulled Amy towards me and we kissed again. I fondled her tits through her top and I really couldn’t wait now.

“Shall we go up?”

“Yes Okay Mike.”

“After you then.”

I followed Amy up the stairs and watched her arse with every fibre of my body alive with lust. She waited for me to open the bedroom door and she sat on the bed as I began to undress. She pulled her top off, which revealed a very nice black bra. Her cleavage looked great. Her stomach was flat and toned.

“I’d like to take the rest off, if that’s OK?”

“Yes sure.”

She stood up. I was down to my boxers and socks, which I removed quickly. It felt so good standing naked with my cock twitching for her to see.

“Is it big enough?”

“Looks fine to me.”

“Good. You hear about these guys with eight or nine inches…”

“No it’s nice. What is yours?”

“Six inches on a good day.”

Amy stroked my dick, drawing a shiver of delight. I felt her tits again, just through her bra. They were nicely squishy but still quite firm.

“Are you a C cup?”

“No, a D.”

I reached round to undo the two catches and my cock brushed against her skirt.

“Wow they’re lovely. Ooh yes Amy!”

I stood behind her and fondled and weighed her tits in my hands. They were so warm and lovely. I pinched her nipples with one hand, and groped her between her legs with the other. Then I unfastened her skirt, kissing and sucking her breasts at the same time. Her nipples had gone quite stiff and it was a joy to linger on them as I slipped her skirt off.

“Turn round babe and lean over the bed.”

She followed my request and I rolled her tights down slowly revealing her gorgeous ass bit by bit. I was so hard now, I probably didn’t have enough blood to go round. If her ass looked good in clothes. Her naked ass was out of this world. I did what surely any red-blooded man would do in my position and pushed my face between her cheeks and kissed that sweet butt. I made her bum nicely wet and parted her cheeks several times in order to rim that sweet little brown star. She liked it too, squirming and giggling as I rimmed her. I bit her ass too, just playfully, but enough to make brief impressions in those plump cheeks.

“Amy, that is one fine ass!” I said, when I had done.

She stood up and for the first time, I saw her pussy from the front. I had somehow resisted from going there, leaving those treasures for a while. I put a couple of fingers there though and she was soaking wet. We kissed as I went in as far as my knuckles. She made some quiet little sounds, which showed me she was enjoying the attention. I needed to taste her though. I had waited long enough.

“Lay on the bed babe.”

Her pussy looked Anadolu Yakası Escort very inviting. Her pubes were trimmed into a neat triangle and her lips were smooth and pink. I could see the glistening wetness down that sweet gash and my lips met with a hot sticky honey as I went down on her. She was just the right blend of muskiness and sweetness. Clean, fresh and tasty. She was so wet, I couldn’t do anything but eat her noisily and I found myself swallowing her gooey love juices as my tongue went deeper. She whimpered to herself and I could feel her index finger brushing my nose as she rubbed her clitoris. I could have licked her out all night but my cock had other ideas.

I got Amy to sit further up the bed and I took up the missionary position, entering her in single, swift movement. The sensation of her pussy; hot, tight and wet defied description. My exclamation of pleasure was more animal-like than verbal anyway and I went in and out with a few long, slow strokes. Amy responded with her now familiar gentle whimper but maybe with a raised intensity and the suggestion of a cat-like mewing. I fucked her for a minute maybe two, going slowly. If I had gone with all guns blazing I would have certainly come inside her. I just savoured every moment of that first time and then I was ready. I had reached the point of no return. My breathing was strong and shallow. I pulled out and Amy sat up as I stood at the edge of the bed and put my cock in her mouth. I wanked myself briefly as she sucked on the bulbous end and a second or two later I unloaded my whole wad into her mouth. I just came and came and came, trembling, growling and using every expletive in my vocabulary as I drained my balls down her throat.

Amy didn’t miss one drop and she even let me wank the last few watery dribbles onto her tongue. She swallowed that too and then she sucked me dry.

“Whoo! Baby, that was amazing.”

“You came a lot!”

“I know, was it all right?”

“Yes, I didn’t think I was going to swallow it all, but it was OK.”

“It tastes nice?”

“I didn’t really taste it.”

“Ah fair enough.”

I stroked her hair and she looked up at me and smiled.

“You’re lovely, you know that?” I said.

“Hey don’t go falling in love with me!”

“I won’t.”

“I know…only joking. Pass me my wine please.”

We sat on the bed drinking. I couldn’t stop touching her. Just caressing her boobs mainly and stroking her body all over. I was mildly concerned that I had come a bit quick and felt some excuse was necessary.

“I didn’t last long, I will next time. I was so worked up.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re fine. Are you going to come again?”

“I’d like to. Can I come on your face Amy?”

“Yes, if you like, I don’t mind.”

Amy smiled again. I loved her matter of fact attitude to things. I hope she doesn’t come across as cold and clinical because she isn’t. I suppose she wanted to please me.

“You can enjoy it you know,” I said.

“I am. Sorry, it just feels a bit you know… I’m fine! You fill your boots!”

I stroked her legs and we kissed. There was extra passion in her kiss, which was good. I suspected she hadn’t been able to let go yet. I tried to see things from her point of view. We had only known each other for two weeks and yet here we were, fucking. We had skipped all the dating and getting to know you stuff. I felt like I was fucking a friend. We had got on amiably on the lifts home and in the café. The age difference wasn’t a massive factor and yet I could never entirely ignore it. I also felt an underlying sense of guilt. Maybe some deep Freudian conscience there somewhere, telling me it was unethical. Yet she wasn’t some impressionable teenager. She was twenty. Young and lovely but with her feet very much on the ground and keen to accept my spunk.

I was getting a hard on again in as quick a time as when I was eighteen. I stood up and relieved Amy of her empty glass and rubbed my cock over her lips. She put her tongue out and licked my glans, making me fully hard very quickly. She seemed only too happy to suck me, which she did slowly and lovingly. She seemed to know exactly how to please me, licking the stringy bit under my bell end and stroking the shaft with her tongue. A little bit of excess cum came out the end and she licked it off, the Üsküdar Escort slightly stringy texture stretching across her lips. For a while I fucked her mouth gently, until I felt it was time to shag her pussy again.

“Do you like doggy, Amy?”

“My favourite position. Shall I get on all fours?”

“Yes, let me see your lovely ass.”

I can’t exaggerate what an amazing bum Amy has. It’s a real peach.

I guided my thick cock into her pussy. Her labia were swollen and puffy, which was proof if it were needed that she was properly aroused. I went in effortlessly, pushing through her opening and penetrating that moist velvety vagina. My hard on was burning it was so hard, I wanted to and felt that I could fuck her properly this time without the worry of spending my load too quickly. I gripped her hips with my thumbs making little dimples into those lovely butt cheeks. I thrust hard. That made her whimper but louder than before and more so. She was moaning over and over as I banged her. I fucked her until I was ball deep and her ass quivering like a jelly.

Her hands were holding the pillow, kind of scrunching the cotton in her fist as I fucked her hard and deep. At last her moans became intense and wild. She was coming for me and that felt so good. I loved how I could feel her juices flowing over my cock as she came. She was tight anyway but she went a little tighter as she had her orgasm. I eased off a little and went in and out more slowly, savouring the sensations of my own pre-orgasm, ever conscious that I was fucking her without protection. I pulled out and suggested we spooned for a while, which normally makes me come. It’s also a very intimate position. I fucked her gently, nibbling her ear and kissing her neck until I knew I would last much longer. When I started to get that deep burning accompanying the inexorable sensation of my approaching orgasm, I knew it was time to uncouple. Amy turned over with a look of ‘let’s do it’ on her face. I knelt on the bed, with my knees either side of her body and tugged on my cock. It didn’t take long and my legs went to jelly with tingling in my toes as I unloaded over her face. I came with two good ropes of spunk, spattering her nose and cheeks, as I yelled out in ecstasy. The rest dribbled over her chin.

“Don’t move babe, I’ll wipe you up.”

I ran to the bathroom and cleared her up with a wet wipe.

“That’s very considerate of you Mike.”

“Are you being funny?”

“No. I imagine some blokes would just leave me to it.”

“OK, well you deserve to be treated right Amy. Anyway it’s my way to be considerate.”

We dressed and I took Amy home via the fish and chip shop and we sat in my car with the windows open by the local park eating our take away..

“You at the café tomorrow?” I asked, blowing on my freshly-cooked chip.

“It’s a refectory.”

“Oh is it?”

“Yes.”

“You OK Amy?”

“Yes, just saying. Café reminds me of egg and bacon cobs. It does say refectory on the signs.”

So, Amy was a pedantic little minx.

“Refectory it is from now on.”

“Anyway yes, I’m working. Will you be coming?”

“No, I’m at work. Amy… thanks for today. It was great!”

“That’s OK. I liked it.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I came didn’t I!”

“I know. That was hot.”

“When do you want to do it again?”

“I was going to ask about that.”

The fact is, we hadn’t discussed frequency or any kind of limitations to our arrangement. I didn’t know if she had thought about it or not. I had probably subconsciously assumed it would be once a week.

“It’s up to you Amy, when you feel like it.”

“OK, well whenever then.”

“Well, how about Friday?”

“Oh, it’s my aunt’s birthday. We’re eating out. Saturday would be good.”

“Saturday works for me. Shall we go somewhere in the afternoon?”

“Go somewhere?”

“Yeah. I thought we could walk somewhere quiet.”

“Where, for example?”

“Like Eyebrook. There’s lots of little desolate lanes.”

Amy looked at me with a quizzical expression.

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. I thought maybe you could suck me off in the car.”

Amy did one of her giggly laughs like I’d said something stupid.

“OK Mike. Yeah that’s fine.”

I dropped Amy off and drove home feeling pretty pleased with myself. I can’t remember having better sex and Amy was a good deal hotter than any of my girlfriends back in the day. She was sizzling. I went to bed feeling more contented than I had for a long time. I slept well, looking forward to the weekend and a whole lot more fun.

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OK, so I said previously that there had been two brushes with non classical massages in the past, but those are stories for another day. This is the other day. But if I had to be honest there were three…

First one – briefly – we were on vacation in Antigua and I booked a one hour massage. When I showed up at the appointed time, the receptionist showed me to the locker room. She said I should strip, shower, and get myself down the hall to room

. When she left me I realized it was a room with 20 lockers, 4 showers. I was there by myself, but I was wondering if another client would show up. I had been to spas before and put in this same situation, but these locker rooms were built for 3 or 4 people and it was understandable that no one would also come in. Here it wasn’t I expected someone to walk in at any moment. There were many customers in the waiting room.

So I showered (slowly waiting for the next patron, who never showed) I then dried and wrapped a towel around my ass, and carried my clothes to room

. When I got there I met a stunning masseuse dressed in short shorts and a realy nice tight tee shirt. She said to drop all my clothes at the chair in the corner and lay down on the table. She stayed there watching me the entire time. I dropped my clothes, and removed my necklace, and debated with myself whether or not if I should take off the wet towel. Should I strip and walk Bostancı Escort to the table? Yes or no??? So I wimped out and laid down on my stomach with the damp towel around my waist. She immediately removed it, and replaced it with a dry one – so clearly she wanted me to leave it behind. It was then that I realized CFNM might be interesting. It took a while to get there…

Next opportunity, we are in Cancun at an all inclusive resort. A male masseur walked the beach trying to get people to sign up for massages. After I got permission from my wife… I signed up for a one hour massage. A few minutes later I caught up to the guy and asked if it was possible to request a female masseuse. I felt really embarrassed about this, but he made it seem like no big thing.

So I show up at 4 PM and check in at the desk. They tell me to go into the men’s locker room, remove all of my clothes, take a shower , put on a robe and go to room 22. That sounds easy enough. But when I walked into the men’s locker room, it was filled with 8, 20 something girls cleaning and restocking the lockers. I guess it was near the end of the day and they needed to restock.

So I knew I had to strip and shower, and I assumed all of the girls understood and would give me some privacy. I was wrong. So I walked down the row of empty lockers and couldn’t find a locker filled with a clean towel and robe. I had Kadıköy Escort to ask for a robe and towel to prepare for my massage. One of the cutest girls went and got me a towel and robe. She then stood there to see if I needed anything else.

So I stood there and started taking my clothes off and put them in the locker. Surely by the time I had to take my pants off these girls would give me privacy, no??? Well no. They just kept working like a colony of bees, focusing on their work and ignoring me. Looking back I wish I pushed it further, but I hedged a bit. I stripped to my underwear, and then put the robe on and removed my underwear. I then wrapped a towel around my ass and left the robe at the locker I then had to turn around and walk a full 5 feet to the showers. I walked to the showers and then played it a bit conservatively. I entered the shower, turned on the water let it warm up, and hung my towel outside the door on the hook. I spent a few too many minutes in the shower behind the clear glass door while all the young Mexican girls were walking back and forth past the shower door. I eventually ended and reached out the door, grabbed my towel and dried off behind a steam covered door.

I then put on my robe and proceeded to my massage room. I left my robe behind and received a very professional appropriate massage. By the time I got back the girls wer gone. Boy I wished Göztepe Escort I played that differently

Another time was at a spa resort in St Lucia. This place had great spa offerings. I pushed my nude boundaries here a bit. They had one treatment that ended up with a salt scrub. They then took you outside and down to the end of the building to take an outdoor shower. I had a male masseur so it wasn’t that big of a deal, but my wife had a female and we did it at the same time. She did more to make sure my wife’s modesty was protected than he did for me. The showers were outside, but behind glass doors. I enjoyed showering in “public” so much that I did it the next day on my own, after coming out of the steam room. However while I was in one shower two female masseuses came by with two female clients to wash off their salt.

Now I am stuck inside this shower with two female masseuses standing outside. Worse, they took my bathing suit and hung it on a rack 15 feet away. I thought it best to leave my shower before the two women, so I shut it off and opened my door. No bathing suit. One masseuse was standing 5 feet away and offered me a towel if I walked to her. Then I had to walk to my suit and put it on. This is all in sight of the spa pool which was pretty crowded, not to mention the two other women in the showers.

This was a little embarrassing and a lot exciting. The next day my wife and I had facials. I blew mine off and went to the nude sun bathing area on the roof where I met up with a hot stripper from the mid west with beautiful fake tits. This is a story for another day when I really learned to to be nude in public and CFNM.

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I wrote this story several years ago, back when I had the time to put my fantasies and experiences on paper.. or computer screen. I have several more if ya’ll want me to post ’em. Wally…M

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Even in the Colorado dry-air climate, I was still doin’ a bit of old fashioned sweating! I had only been at the pool for about half an hour, catchin’ some rays, and I was HOT! As was my habit, to keep from getting too roasted on one side, I turned over, like a rotisserie, onto my back and put my sunglasses back on. I was totally alone, which was a bit of a change from the usual routine of anywhere from five to fifteen little kids whoopin’, hollerin’, running, diving, and splashing around. Butt, then again school started earlier this year… and this was the first day. Our condo complex pool is only open from Memorial Day through Labor Day, and this was already just past mid-August. I was enjoying the solitude, but at the same time, missing the “scenery” I’d been enjoying for the past few weeks. The viewing pleasure was in the form of a well rounded woman who really filled out her one-piece swimsuit. She’d usually visited her mom on weekdays during the summer, and would bring her three kids so they could romp in the pool. A couple of times, even the dad would be with them. No matter how crowded the pool area happened to be, there was only one target for my eyes, the visiting lady who, to me, oozed sexy appeal.

I was in my mid fifties, and ever since I took disability retirement from the government, I rarely got out and about, mainly due to the sharp reduction in my income. So, to kill time, and get out of the house and take a break from this damn computer addiction, I decided to catch a little sun for an hour or so during the weekdays, when the wife I had back then, was at work. Starting in June, I’d put on my swim trunks, grab a towel walk the fifty yards to the pool to just lay out. I’d take a cold drink and a book or magazine, and select a spot away from where most of the folks and the kids were. As a result of this time each day, I’d acquired a nice little tan, and more importantly, got to really relax. Relaxing has always been nearly impossible for me, as my mind is constantly thinking… always in high gear.

About two weeks ago this woman with the kids, came to the pool, and her body was immediately both noticed, and appreciated by these tired old eyes. From habit, every time I’d hear someone unlock the gate to the area, I’d glance in that direction, and then close my eyes, or go back to reading. Then, that day I heard the gate, and cut my half opened eyes that way, saw these three kids ranging in age from about seven to eleven, coming in. I started to shut my eyes again, when I caught a glimpse of the mom (and her mom) following them. Now, I’m here to tell ya, that my eyes did NOT close! I guessed the mom to be about 36, and her mom to be around 60. Except for the obvious difference in their ages, the had almost identical figures, though the grandma was a little plumper, and naturally her tits, hips, and ass weren’t quite as firm. Butt, it was on the mom’s body that my pupils were locked.

She stood about five-five, and as I said, she had a “mature” figure, meaning she probably weighed around 155-160, butt, SHEEEIIIITTTTTTT, most of those pounds were in exactly the right places. Gazing at her walking in wearing a mostly orange floral suit, my cock started stirring almost immediately. I couldn’t get over her ass… the way it completely filled that part of the material… nearly to the point of over-flowing. As far as I could judge from where I was, about 75 feet away, her tits were very, very sexy, without being really large. However, her thighs, hips, and buttocks more than made up for it. She had a very pretty face, with medium length reddish hair, and a fair complexion. When looking at her face, her lips were the first thing I noticed, they were full and very sultry, the kind you wish you could just mash yours against. Of course, when I looked at her ass… I wanted to do the very same thing, just mash my lips against it… and my face… and my rapidly hardening cock. The way the mounds flowed outward at the rear and sides was nothing short of mag-fucking-nificent! I loved to watch her when she got into the pool, and I loved it more when she got out, all wet, with that suit clinging even more tightly to the generous curves of her ass, and could even see her nipples protruding against the material.

Oh well, I watched her that day, and stayed quite a bit longer than my normal time, which meant several turns from back to stomach, and vice versa. When I was on my back, I couldn’t read, as my magazine was needed on top of my crotch to try to camouflage my erection. When I was on my stomach, I was pressing my cock into the ground, just trying to imagine it was her body. Shit! I HAD to stay ’til they left, otherwise my hard-on would have been very noticeable as I walked by her.

The next day, there was considerably more bounce in my step as I walked to bursa escort bayan the pool, hoping that I’d get another visual treat. YESSSSS! She arrived at almost the same time, this time with just her kids. That day, I lusted after ass so damn much… that as soon as I got back into the apartment, with a picture of her etched in my mind, I just had to jackoff. She was there every weekday, and I ogled every weekday. I mean, hell, if I had both legs broken, I’d have hobbled down there on crutches, just to watch her. Sometimes she’d be with her mom, sometimes without her, and a couple of times her husband joined the party.

Then came this day, when I knew school had just started, and she wouldn’t be coming to visit mom and the pool any more this year. I found my usual spot and laid out in the mid-morning sun, and actually dozed off for a little while. The clank of the gate shutting awakened me, and out of that habit I turned my head that way. What I saw made me think I was still asleep and dreaming. Walking toward me was this same body I’d been fucking in my mind for over two weeks. Today she had on a light purple one-piece swim suit, and was carrying her purse and a towel… and the amazing thing was, she kept walking TOWARD me! She got right up to where I was laying, looked down and said,

“Hi!! Nice and quiet here today, isn’t it?”

I’ve always been very shy, especially in initial one-on-one contacts with a women, so I just mumbled out something like..

“Uhhhhh… Hi. Yep, sure is.”

“Mind if I lay down here? No sense in only two people being here… and being so far apart, like we have leprosy, or somethin’.”

“N-N-N-No… n-n-not at all.”

She proceeded to bend over and spread her towel on the grass which surrounds the concrete. While doing that, I was treated to a brief look at her tits as they hung inside the suit top, and a pair of very delicious looking nipples, which I could almost swear were erect.

“Besides, I almost feel as if I know you, since I’ve been seeing you here everyday for awhile.”

My next words blurted out, and not with quite the tone I intended.

“Yeah, and I’ve sure been noticing you, too.”

Damn!! Why did I say it like that, ’cause for all I knew, her mom could be coming in the area at any second?

“I’m sure glad that school finally started again, now I can try to regain a bit of my sanity, and enjoy doing some of the things that I wanna do.”

She said this, while getting down on the beach towel and lying on her stomach, extending to me, a very close-up view of that terrific plump ass straining at the purple spandex. And view it, I did, it appeared to be one hell of an ass, much, much sexier than it had appeared at a distance. I found myself staring at the nice round mounds of flesh, and the hint of the crevice that separates them. Ah yes!! That crevice!! I could only imagine and visualize what it would be like to peel that suit from her ass, grasp each supple cheek, parting them slightly and…

“I think I’d better go.”

Those words jerked me back to reality, and the realization that she had been watching my appraisal of her, ah, ASSets. While I was trying my damnedest to stutter some sort of explanation, she was getting up, with towel and purse in her hands.

“I’m very sorry, ” I mumbled, “I really didn’t mean to stare, and I’m even sorrier if I offended you.”

I too, got up, trying to think of something to say that would undo being caught in the act of admiring the sexiness of her body. However, it soon dawned on me, that my standing only added to the problem, for, in doing so, it became apparent to both of us that I had a huge erection beneath a tent in my trunks that would do a circus proud. I think we both became aware of it at about the same time. I looked down, quickly picked up my magazine and held it in front of me, then looked up to see her that her eyes had been fixed on my crotch. Our eyes met briefly and both of our faces turned beet red.

“Like I said, I’d better go now.” She said as she quickly turned and started walking away.

“B-B-Butt… will you b-b-be coming back?” I stammered

“I really don’t know.”

“I don’t even know your name. I , I, I’m W-Wally.”

“Joan. Bye Wally.”

In spite of the trouble I’d gotten into by looking at her ass so intently, I couldn’t help butt stand there with my mouth half open, marveling at the movement of those buttocks as they got farther and farther away. DAMN!! That was MY kind of ass – a real ass lover’s ass, if there ever was one. I like my women’s asses to have a little extra meat on them. Don’t get me wrong, every woman’s ass is a thing of beauty… butt, to me.. those with an extra inch or so in circumference are that much more sexy. And Joan’s “dairy-aire”, was an ass to die for!!

That was on a Tuesday, and I went back to the pool on Wednesday and Thursday, strictly in hopes that Joan would miraculously reappear. Butt alas, my wish was not to be granted. As a result görükle escort of the past two dismal days, it was a very slow and dejected walk that I took toward the pool gate on Friday morning about ten-thirty. Using my key to unlock the gate, I entered without looking up or around… and headed for “my spot”.

“I was wondering if you were coming this morning.”

The sound of Joan’s voice immediately uplifted my spirits, as I saw her in almost the identical spot, wearing the same purple suit, and in almost the same position as she’d been during my appraisal on Tuesday. In spite of trying not to be so obvious, my pace quickened a bit, and I covered the last few yards in no time. I laid out my beach towel, and said,

“I promise not to embarrass or offend you today, Joan. I’m so glad you came back.”

“Oh, forget it, Wally. I didn’t handle the situation well at all the other day. I mean, hell.. after all, you are a man, and I’ve been around long enough to have a pretty good idea as to what men look at. I would have been very upset… if you had ogled my butt like that, had my kids, or my mom been here. Butt, they weren’t… and, as long as we both remember that I AM a married woman, and have not the slightest desire to be unfaithful, then I guess we can co-exist here at poolside.”

“Great, Joan, thanks for understanding, and I assure you that I’ll use the utmost discretion in viewing your… er… ah… very attractive, ummm, anatomy.”

“I know you will, and again, I’m sorry I left in such a huff. That night, my husband had to work late, as usual, and as I lay in bed… I gave the situation a lot more thought. Ever since the first time I came to the pool, I knew you were checking me out. No! No! You weren’t being that obvious about it, but, a woman knows.

“Well, I’d be lyin’ through my teeth if I said I haven’t been. I’ve found you to be incredibly attractive.”

“Do you mean attractive, or do you mean sexy, Wally? Were you admiring me, or were you just trying to mentally strip this suit from my body?”

“Since you’re being so blunt, Joan, I’ll be honest with you and say, both.”

“I figured out why I got so upset. It was because I really did not know how to react to the way you were almost drooling while looking at my butt. You see, I’d been watching you in your almost mesmerized state, for about five minutes. That’s a long time to stare. Well, anyway, you wouldn’t believe how long it’s been since a man looked at my ass in that way. I’ll have to tell you that it really made me feel strange, it gave me a tingle and a sensation in places where I haven’t had them in about twelve years.”

“Joan, Joan, I can’t believe that, you have such an incredible body.. and especially your butt. I can’t believe that I’m the only one who’d want to look at it with lust in their eyes. And I’m so damn bashful, I can’t believe I’m having this conversation. Usually words like this die, unspoken, on my lips.”

“Maybe I’ve attracted so few looks of that nature, that your looking caused those, er, feelings inside me, I just reacted the way society says the typical married woman should react. And, since we’re being so damned honest with each other, when I saw your… your, bulge. I knew I HAD to leave, and right then. Because, the looks you were giving my ass, were nothing compared to what my seeing the effect I had on your crotch, had on me.”

Joan started to get up…

“And now, Wally, again, I think it’s best I go. Best for both of us.”

And, again, before I could get any words to emerge from my open mouth, Joan had gathered up her stuff and started walking toward the gate. And again, I was left standing there speechless, and wondering what the fuck I had said wrong.

I bent to pick up my towel, when I heard a yelp, a very loud OUCH! I looked up to see Joan at the gate, holding a hand that was streaming blood. I hurried to her side, and quickly saw what the problem was. A huge splinter was sticking out of her left thumb. I used the only thing I could think of to help stem the flow of blood, taking a corner of my towel and wrapping it tightly around her thumb, after meticulously removing the offending wooden splinter.

“You need that washed out and some iodine, or something on it, maybe even a stitch. How the hell did it happen, Joan?”

“My mind was whirling with all kinds of thoughts, and I was doing what I’ve been doing all my life, walking away from something I didn’t know how to handle. I just turned the latch-handle, pulled, then grabbed the swinging gate. I don’t want a stitch, butt you’re right about me needing it cleaned, and something on it. I guess I’ll go over to momma’s. Is it all right if I take your towel for now?”

“Joan, you come right with me, I only live right up ahead. We can have it washed, and dressed in no time.”

“Well, I guess that’ll be okay. Damn, it’s beginning to throb. Lead the way, Doctor.”

All thoughts of our conversation of just a few minutes ago, were gone, bursa escort bayan as I led her into the apartment. We went straight to the bathroom where I made her hold her hand under the running water for a few minutes. In spite of the circumstances, I couldn’t help butt steal an occasional glance at her body. Tell ya’ll one thing… there is absolutely no prettier sight in the whole fucking world, than a woman in either bra and panties, or in a form-fitting swimsuit. And, Joan’s mature figure was doing far more than just enhancing the purple fabric that encased it. We were in very close proximity, and I was dreamily gazing first at her butt-cheeks, then stealing peeps down the bodice of her suit.

“Uh HUH!! CAUGHTCHA doin’ it again!”

I looked up and so Joan watching me in the mirror. Strangely, this time though, she didn’t appear upset about it, but rather a very slight impish grin was beginning to show. As before, when caught in the act of ogling, I blushed a crimson color.

“Oh.. stop blushing, and don’t feel badly about getting caught wanting your hand in the cookie jar. I’ve come to grips with the fact that, I rather LIKE it!”

As we watched each other’s expressions in the mirror… Joan lowered her eyes just a bit, and I knew that she was watching the growing bulge in my shorts. And a big grin broke across her face…

“And, it’s pretty clear to the eye, that you like what you’re lookin’ at. Right?”

Without answering, I reached down and turned off the water, I patted her hand dry, put a little gob of Bacitracin ointment on the wound, and quickly put a good-sized Band-Aid around the thumb.

“Scared to touch that last question? No matter, I need to be gettin’ my butt into gear and get out of here to save us from further blushing.”

In a movement that seemed so natural at that movement, I moved closer and directly behind her. Putting my hands on her shoulders I inched just close enough so that my hard cock was just grazing her ass. our eyes locked in the mirror and remained that way as I ever-so-slowly moved my hips so that there was no mistaking what was touching and rubbing against her rump.

“Some questions are better answered with actions, Joan. Does this feel as if I like what I’ve been looking at?”

Reaching up, she took each of my hands into hers, pulling them just over the top of her shoulders and down to hold them palms down on the beginning of the rise of her breasts. As I felt hot flesh… I could also sense a rapid increase in her heartbeat. We continued staring into each others’ eyes, as almost imperceptibly, she moved her buttocks backward to the point that my cock was not just gently grazing her ass, butt was firmly pressed against her crevice. My hands gradually moved downward as they took on a small circular caressing motion, moving centimeter by centimeter downward, ’til they were just under the top of her swim garment. Without relinquishing the moment, they continued moving downward until at last they could each grasp almost an entire tit in each hand. The thumbs and forefingers came into action then as they found her already huge erect nipples… and began teasing by rubbing, pinching, and pulling them.

Joan’s mouth began to alternate between gasping and moaning… as her hips undulated against my cock. I leaned over and one by one, took each strap of the swimsuit in my teeth and pulled it outward and over her shoulders… so that they fell to her side.. allowing the bodice of the suit to drop… exposing her titties in all their glory. Raising her face upward… and with eyes closing… Joan whispered…

“I do NOT believe this is happening. I CAN’T believe I’m ALLOWING this to be happening. My God!! WHERE is my will-power? WHERE is my common sense? WHY CAN’T I STOP THIS, NOW?”

“Joan, I think you’re starved for attention. I think you AND your body are hungry… hungry for someone to show that they appreciate you.”

My tongue began flicking her ear lobes.. and I began bestowing tiny kisses and licks to her neck… as I murmured…

“I think most of us fall into a rut… some deeper than others. A rut where we tend to take our partners for granted. In our quest for the almighty dollar… and with the hectic pace… we lose track of each other’s needs. It’s only natural that you, and I too, should feel appreciated… to want to hear those seldom-spoken words of praise… to feel that we’re still attractive and sexy. Then again… at times it feels especially satisfying to hear them from someone else, other than your spouse. You wonder if your spouse is merely going through the motions… telling you what you want to hear… butt you know the feeling’s not there.”

Turning in my arms, Joan eyes meet mine… as I feel a hand tentatively grazing the monstrous bulge at my crotch.

“Ummmmmm. This really feels like I’m appreciated. I know I’ve let myself put on too damn many pounds… and I just haven’t had the incentive to try to take ’em off. I’ve acquired quite the fat ass, and I really don’t understand why you think it’s so sexy, but, I’m so glad you do.”

Her grazing touch of my bulge now turns into a grasping and squeezing, and I pull Joan closer against me… feeling her spiked nipples digging into my lower chest. Reaching behind her, I begin caressing her ass cheeks…

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What does it mean when the phone rings in the dead of night? When the household is silent except for quiet, regular breathing and the darkness is pierced only by tiny points of yellow moonlight through the blinds? Has there been as accident? Is someone very sick? Always when that shrill ring wakes a sleeper, a pulse begins to race.

The phone was on the night table just beside her head. She hardly had to move except to lift her arm. Being the light sleeper that she was, only one ring escaped before she’d lifted the receiver from it’s cradle. The noise echoed in the stillness as faint as a memory. Just because her physical reaction was instantaneous did not mean that her mental faculties had kicked in with equal speed. The sound she made was more “huh nuh?” than “hello?”

“Are you alone?” a deep, whispering voice invaded her world.

Half asleep in the dark, one might have thought this to be an unwanted, obscene call. One might be half right. She recognized the voice immediately. The pulse that had quickened at the first sound thumped even faster behind her breast.

“No,” she admitted in a disappointed tone, much softer than a whisper.

“I don’t care,” the voice growled, “I want you now.”

A longing welled up in her chest, accompanied by a rush of sudden terror at being found out by the sleeper beside her. She could only answer, “Yes” in a breathless sigh.

“Is he asleep?” the caller wanted to know.

Hardly daring to breathe herself, she strained in the darkness to judge the sound of her husband’s breath. It was deep, small snuffly snores escaping parted lips.

“Yes,” she answered fearfully. If he awoke and found her on the phone like this, all hell would break loose.

“You’re naked, aren’t you.” It was a statement, not a question.

She had sat up in bed now, turning away from her husband, her legs over the side. At her caller’s words, her skin broke out in chills. It was as if he could see her sitting there in the dark, shivering but not cold.

A small whimper served as an affirmative.

“Your little nipples are getting hard now.”

They were. So stiff they were almost sore, the aureola crinkled tight as dry raisins. Her eyes were closed, her breath coming bursa otele gelen escort a little faster. All the while she listened to his voice, part of her mind monitored her husband’s sleep, listening for any change in the sound. Her whole body was tense as if ready to spring up in flight.

“Open your legs, darling.” She did.

“Wider,” he said and again she was struck with the feeling that his eyes were on her. The way he knew her so well was what made her almost helpless to his directions.

“Open your pretty lips for me,” he directed. “I want to see if you are glistening and ready for me.”

With one white-knuckled hand gripping the phone, she moved her other hand over her thigh and down to the bare skin between her legs. It was so soft, just shaved hours ago, and very hot from being under the covers.

“Tell me what you want”

Another whimper. She wanted to speak out loud it was hard to hold back. She loved how he made her be loud sometimes, letting out feelings she tried to deny. But she was deathly afraid of rousing the sleeper.

“Do it,” he growled again.

“I can’t,” she barely made a sound. “He’ll hear me.”

“You won’t, you mean,” he spoke with vinegar in his tone. “Then I’ll just hang up and not waste my time.” His voice grew faint and she new he’d pulled his phone away from his mouth.

All the practical parts of her knew it was the best thing if he left her alone in silence, but her whole being silently screamed “NO!” at the thought of being deserted in this state. It came out a pleading whisper, “Please no.”

For a moment she was afraid it was too late, but then she heard his breath. “Then tell me what you want. Even if he is awake and listening, I want you to say it.”

Shaking so badly that she could barely hold the phone, she murmured, “I want you. I want to please you. To feel you inside of me.”

“Beg me, my whore.”

“Please,” she moaned as loud as she dared, “Please stay with me and let me please you.”

“Push a finger inside,” he commanded. “I know you are nice and wet already, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she sighed, doing just as he instructed. Sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread escort bayan wide, she was totally open to the cool air. Her long middle finger wiggled between the puffy lips and pressed into the hot, slick opening. There was no way to stifle this new moan.

“Ah, yes,” she heard the sound of his own lust, knowing that he was hard and touching himself also. It heightened her arousal until it was a blue fog inside her brain, totally overwhelming, canceling out everything else.

“That’s my hand touching you,” he said. “That’s my finger inside of you. Can you feel me there?”

“Yes,” she answered boldly now, louder. She still listened for any stirring from her husband but now she didn’t care nearly as much.

“Stroke your clit, my little slut,” he instructed. “I want to hear it. I want to hear how wet you are.”

In the stillness, her finger in the wet cleft did make a slurping kind of noise. It was unmistakable and he could hear it over the line.

“Oh yes,” he urged her on, “Faster, baby, faster. I want to hear you cum for me.”

The fear was almost tangible on her quivering skin. She rubbed herself faster and harder all the sensations working together to bring her quickly into a frenzy. Her breath was a gasp, she tried hard to muffle it and tried harder not to care. Her breasts jiggled deliciously with the effort.

“Yes, baby, that’s it. Feel my tongue on you in you!”

He gave her another minute, picturing her sitting naked, her body vulnerable to anything he wanted.

“Cum now, cum for me! I want to hear you! Don’t hold back! Don’t be afraid!”

“Yes!” she hissed through clenched teeth, “Ohhhh yes!” Her body shook with each contraction. With every spasm, there was a deep intake of breath. The sound of her dampness wafted up to her nostrils.

“You know what I want to hear,” he demanded. He had reached his own climax at the same time but needed one more thing to make it complete.

She knew. She did it every time he made her cum. She did it when she was alone and made herself cum. It was second nature to do it.

Falling into the sweet warmth of total submission, she said, “I love you.” As she continued to come, she said it over and over mudanya escort again. “I love you! I love you!”

They shared silence afterwards, each coming down in their own way. Her fierce listening resumed – she was certain no one could have slept near her through that.

It seemed he had though. He’d not even stirred. But then he’d once slept through an earthquake.

“Go clean up now and get back to sleep,” his deep voice said. This was his professional voice, one she could listen to forever and never tire of.

“Yes, Sir,” she was very reluctant for him to go but he knew it was best. There was inherent danger on both their parts – it was the ingredient that made it so much sweeter.

“I’ll talk to you later.”

She nodded as he hung up and she did the same.

Her legs almost charley-horsed as she stood and went around the big bed to the bathroom. She locked the door and sat there in the darkness. The intensity of the experience had brought tears to her eyes and now shudders of relief washed over her. Sexual relief, relief at not being found out… mixing in her brain like the wild waters of a delta. The feeling was almost indescribable – as if someone had suffocated her just to the point of unconsciousness then let precious air rush in. Like she’d been falling a great distance and then been lifted up at the very last minute. Like swerving to miss a truck coming at her head-on.

Several minutes passed before she was able to creep quietly back to bed. The covers felt extraordinarily warm and comforting, like arms around her. She felt small, insignificant – just like she wanted to feel. Sleep was not far away.

She talked to him later in the day. Strangely, he didn’t ask what she thought about the call. In fact, he didn’t mention it at all. She felt compelled to.

“What call?” he asked, a genuinely puzzled look in his tone.

“Last night. You called.”

“It wasn’t me,” he said, then asked with disapproval, “Who else have you been giving your number to?”

“No one!” she exclaimed. “No one has it but you.”

He shrugged. “Some other pervert then,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. She did not doubt him for a second though, instead she doubted herself.

“Maybe you dreamed it?” he suggested.

No one else knew her number, no one else had awakened at the sound of the phone, her husband had not awakened all during her conversation. Could she have dreamed the whole thing?

She smiled up at him. Did it really matter how it happened? Not to her heart.

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~A gravestone stands solid, alone, on a grassy field, as the grass bends lightly in the breeze.~

Those images kept flashing in my head, which was bad news cause I was driving on the freeway. Not that my safety was in jeopardy, during rush hour, top speed was 10 mph. But flashbacks of graves weren’t what I wanted on my mind at the moment. I was on my way to Bethany’s and focus shouldn’t have been a problem.

Bethany’s interest in me began the day I started at CommNet as a technical support agent. She always told me she liked techy types. She worked in customer service, and both of us dealt a lot with customers, so both of us wore business suits at work. Thinking about her blond hair up in a bun, or some do started to give me wood, which was good cause this evening we were gonna let our crushes grow into something further.

All that thinking allowed me to finally get to the freeway exit. And a few minutes later, I was parked and looking at her apartment building entrance. It was a small 8 unit complex, so the name wasn’t really advertised. I got out and locked my ’95 Celica and walked towards the whitish-gray, 2 story building.

I was a little nervous, my hands shook a little. We had been flirting for awhile now, and Bethany would tease me by pulling me into a storage room at work, but nothing would happen, we wouldn’t even make out, which always left me wanting to jack off. Maybe I was more excited than nervous.

Making my way through the entrance and up the stairs and to her front door, all I could think about was how hot Bethany always looked at work in a business suit. It was a minor shock when she answered the door wearing a jean mini skirt and a white form fitting t-shirt, thick enough that I couldn’t see a bra through it. Her hair was still up from her day at work, but seeing the change in her attire just turned me on even more.

“Hi” I managed to blurt out.

“Hi” she said back, with a smile that told me she was going crazy waiting for this moment to arrive. She moved to the side, holding her door open. “Come in, Peter.”

A little dazed from her smile, I walked past her into a very nice apartment. The kitchen on my left and a small dining room to its left, with the living room stretching from the edge of the dining room to just in front of me. A small hallway stretched to the right, ending in a bathroom gaziantep bayan escort and what I assumed to be a bedroom to the left.

“This is a nice place,” I said looking around, at paintings on the wall, and furniture spread out comfortably, couch, love seat, coffee table, TV on a stand, dining room table.

“Thank you,” she whispered into my ear, her lips barely touching my lobe. She had to do that on her tiptoes, cause I was taller, but it just floored me, and I felt a surge through my spine. She brushed past me, grinning, her right breast moving across my left elbow, on her way to the kitchen.

My dick pulsed in response, but watching her grin all the way to a cupboard, I realized she was gonna tease me further before we got down to business. “Something to drink, handsome?”

“No thanks, maybe later.” I was still looking at her from head to toe, as she pulled a tall glass and filled it from the tap. She brought the glass to her lips while her deep blue eyes locked with mine. After half the water drained from her glass, I realized that most of it was dampening her t-shirt. My eyes broke loose of her stare and I started to see the upper arches of a black bra outline. My jean pants started pitching a tent while my chest heaved a little harder under my blue t-shirt. Licking my lips, my eyes rose again to see the glass no where near her face. She must have placed it in the sink, but was now swaying her hips, walking from the kitchen through the dining room and to the living room, taking her out of my line of sight.

Following her, I gasped as I entered the living room. Bethany appeared to have fallen backwards over the armrest of the couch and was now laying comfortably with her damp white t-shirt tossed on the coffee table. As I approached, I could see beautiful breasts trapped in a black lacy bra, giving them great cleavage. My eyes scanned lower, and I froze as I found that her legs were angled just right and separated enough for me to see matching black lace undies under her skirt. I wanted to rip that skirt off so bad, just to see if she wasn’t wearing a thong. Bethany’s smile grew wider as she stretched her arms and body, closing her eyes, knowing it was driving me crazy.

I finally took a step and reached out to touch her left knee, feeling her soft silky pale skin. I slowly reached under her knee and lightly massaged her calf with my aching fingers. Her muscles felt good as I worked them, and slowly moved up to her thigh. My left hand joined her right thigh, and I rubbed them in symmetrical patterns, alternating between light finger brushes and strong hand presses. My eyes took in every detail of her, her soft breasts rising and falling, held tight by her bra, they must have been C’s, and I was determined to find out after we were done. Her tongue licked her lips while her hands started rubbing her fit abdomen.

My hands started to slip down into her skirt, finding little room to maneuver. So I decided to pull out and work on her button and zipper, which were right in front. To my surprise my fingers weren’t clumsy, and I pulled the skirt right off, the follow through tossing it somewhere behind me. The front of her panties showed a bikini cut, which made me pulse again. Seeing my tent twitch, Bethany let out a small laugh, her eyes looking hungry. She swung her legs over the couch arm and tucked them under her as she got onto her knees in front of the couch, facing me. She reached for my belt buckle and pulled me to her as she unbuckled my belt and tore at my jean button. The zipper she pulled at slowly, looking up into my eyes. She then leaned forward, and I could see her ass checks behind her, it was a thong. Seeing this pulsed me again, which she felt through my jeans, and she smiled again, as the zipper reached the bottom and she finally pulled my pants and boxer-briefs down in one motion.

Massaging my thighs with firm fingers, Bethany worked slowly upwards, studying my staff now that it was free and at attention. She came close and breathed on it, then one hand reached for my balls while the other wrapped around my shaft. She was gentle, stroking slowly, massaging carefully. Her tongue came out and licked her lips one more time, then hot breath and moist lips kissed the tip of me. I groaned softly, not realizing I was full of anticipation. A split second grin, and Bethany engulfed my full six inches, her hands grabbing my ass and her nose poking into my abdomen. Without a gag, she pulled my cock out of her throat and stuffed it in again. I was in bliss, realizing how much my dick missed attention. Two more stuffs and I was moaning more, squirting into her. She swallowed with each pump, sucking me dry while still taking me into her throat. I remained stiff and she kept her rhythm. I reached down to hold the back of her head and pulled her closer, forcing my dick further down her throat. Nothing seamed to trigger a gag. She finally pulled my rod out of her mouth and stood up, pulling my shirt off in the process.

Bethany stepped back and I stood there naked and erect, looking at a beautifully curved girl in black bra and panties who just sucked me off. I had to be dreaming. Bethany then let her blond hair down, turned towards the couch again, and bent over, pointing those ass cheeks towards me. She rested her hands on the back of the couch, and arched her back, her legs straight, giving me full view of engorged shaved pussy lips through croch less panties. Seeing cream ooze down her left thigh was enough invitation for me.

I put both my hands on Bethany’s waist and thrusted myself into her. Her warmth engulfed me as I pumped in and out of her, feeling her walls tighten around me. Her head turned to the right, her chin resting on her shoulder, with her eyes closed. She was biting her lower lip, and a moan was slowly escaping her as I continued to pound away. My balls were slapping against her clit and my hands grabbed her waist hard, her panty waist band etching into my fingers. My eyes lost themselves in the well defined muscles of her back and the sexy bra strap. My throbbing cock delved into her time and again, sending her heat throughout my body. Faster and faster, Bethany let go of her lower lip and moaned openly at the wall behind the couch, her vocal tone rising and falling each time I pounded into her.

A drop of sweat fell from my forehead, and I realized that we were both covered in a sheen of perspiration. Our thighs slapped together with each thrust, and Bethany began to pulsate internally. This new rhythm coincided with a rise in her moaning, and finally she was yelling at me.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Keep fucking me, harder!” As if I could stop. I kept going, her cunt creaming all around my cock, her moans turning into whimpers, her body convulsing. But I was about to cum again, and desperately wanted to. Thrust after thrust, I got harder and hotter, and her whimpers became softer, until an excited shaken sigh escaped her lips, and I unloaded into her, shooting my seed into her belly. After three more thrusts, tired and sweaty, we collapsed onto the couch and tried to catch our breaths. I pulled at Bethany’s bra strap and found her to be a 36C.

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This story features cuckold and cheating themes. If this doesn’t interest you, please don’t read on.

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My girlfriend and I had been invited to my best friend’s birthday party. Everyone was incredibly excited about it. No one had seen him since he left for university. His parents had given him the house and left him to get on with it so our little group of friends arrived with alcohol and high spirits.

There was five of us all together including me and my best friend, Brad. I had been with my girlfriend, Amy, for nearly a year and since then she had broken into our little social circle. I still have no idea how I managed to catch her. She was a stunning redhead with pure white skin only broken by the occasional group of freckles spattered along her arms and cheeks. He face was the quintessence of cuteness, her eyes a deep piercing brown, full plump pink lips and a smile that would make you melt. On this night, she had her long, ginger hair down in curls over her shoulders perfectly framing the little hint of cleavage shown by her dress. Her boobs were milky white as well and she was a full 32DD. Her waist was slim then suddenly shot out with her hips for the perfect hour glass figure. Her dress struggled to control her voluptuous ass and the hint of leg she had on show was already driving me wild. We hadn’t slept together yet though. She said her previous relationship had been ruined by jumping into bed too quickly and she didn’t want to do the same with me. I was happy to wait for her though, and believe me, with a body that good she’d definitely been worth the wait.

The other two members of the group were both girls as well. One, Alison, was friends with Amy and joined the group because of her. She was a little shy, but friendly once you were able to get her out of her shell. She had messy brown hair just past her years but not many curves. The last friend was Sara. One of her parents was from India or somewhere similar so her skin was almost a mocha colour. She didn’t have much in the way of boobs, but huge hips and ass. She was a little bit chunkier than the two other girls and her jet black hair was always in various exotic buns and ponytails.

We arrived at Brad’s house a few minutes late, Amy had been messing around with her hair. I was shocked by how much he had changed. When I last saw him he was just above average height, taller than me by an inch or two, but quite weedy as well. He’d gone to uni to study computer science or something similar, so being greeted by a broader, muscular Brad took me a little aback. His hair was brown, bordering on fair, a little bit longer than most guys have it so it finished halfway down his ear. He had the hint of a beard giving him a rugged look I would never have associated with my old school friend. He looked much broader than the last time I had seen him and his arms appeared to have doubled in size.

“Amy!” He said with a smile as he drew my girlfriend in for a hug. I couldn’t help but notice the way her boobs pressed up against his hard chest.

“Brad?” She almost stammered back, “Oh my god, you look amazing!” Brad had let her go and pulled me in for a manly hug.

“Ha-ha, thanks. There was a free gym on campus. I’ve turned into a bit of a gym rat!” He smiled broadly at us both. Amy was just staring at him with approval etched across her face. It sent a small jolt of something that felt like jealousy through me, but had a weird kick to it.

He invited us both in. The other two girls were already there having a hushed discussion and looking over at Brad every now and then. He made us both a drink and it wasn’t long before the party was in full flow. Someone found some CDs and started blaring music at an insultingly loud volume and the drinks had started flowing. There was lots of chatter, lots of catching up and a little bit of dancing when a particularly good song came on. It wasn’t until around midnight that, exhausted, we all ended up sat around the living area trying to catch our breath back.

“What do we do now?” Sara asked, sipping her vodka drunkenly.

“Spin the bottle?” Alison responded with a laugh. There was a groan from the other two girls.

“We’re a little outnumbered Ali,” Amy said with a smile.

Alison had a little think, “Well, we should do something like that anyway. Strip poker?”

“Still outnumbered,” Sara said this time, rolling her eyes.

“We could do teams!” Alison shouted as if it was the best idea in the world. “Girls versus boys.” I couldn’t help but notice her eyes fell deliberately on Brad as she spoke.

“I don’t know how to play poker…” Amy muttered reluctantly.

“Blackjack then!” Alison said.

“I don’t know…” Amy mumbled, “Won’t it be a bit weird?”

“Come on, we’re all friends here.” Brad chimed in with a wink. “You’re up for it aren’t you?” He continued, nudging me in the ribs. I gave a sly look over at Brad. There was no question he had a better body than me. But then I glanced over at the three gaziantep bayan escort girls. Amy was by far the hottest, but the other two weren’t ugly either. I’d have happily seen any of them with their kit off.

“Well, ummm, I guess so…”

Amy ended up relenting. Brad went off to find a pack of cards while the girls whispered to each other and giggled, apart from Amy who was just looking wistful. Brad returned a few minutes later and, after a brief discussion of the rules, we started playing. Brad was pretty good. With the first few hands he basically single handily got the girls pants off. Amy was the only one wearing a dress, so she had to hike it up so we could see her knickers. She was wearing a black thong. I caught Brad having a crafty peek several times.

But then the luck shifted and Brad and I found ourselves with our tops off. I was thankful to discover than Brad didn’t have a six pack, although he was nicely toned with a flat stomach and hard looking ab muscles. Soon after we lost our pants as well and ended up sat in our boxers before, finally, we managed to get the girl’s tops and Amy’s dress off. The girls were sat in their bra and panties and we gents were sitting in our boxers. The next hand would be the money shot.

The girls were dealing. Their face up card was a jack. Brad and I were dealt a ten and a seven.

“We should hit,” Brad was pretending to whisper, loud enough for the girls to her so they could have a giggle at us. I wasn’t so sure. I’d only agreed to this because I wanted to see the girls naked. I didn’t really want to strip for them!

“But…”

“They probably have another picture,” Brad interrupted with a frustratingly knowledgeable tone. “I’m sure there should be a four somewhere soon.

“I think we should stick,” I found the confidence to say, “They might have the four.” Brad looked at me with a condescending look.

“We should hit,” he reiterated, “but it’s your turn to make the call. It’s up to you.” I gave it a bit of thought. I was not much of a gambler. I’d only ever played blackjack with my grandma for matchsticks. But I was getting intimidated by the girl’s sideways look towards Brad and his body. Even Amy had started taking little peeks. I don’t think a single one of them had looked at me.

“Stick,” I said with confidence. It would be fine. We’d win the hand and the girls would be swayed by bravery. They flipped over their card. It was a king. Maybe not.

“Told you,” Brad said, giving me a playful slap on the back that felt harder than it needed to be. He reached across and flipped over the top card in the deck as the girls laughed. The top card was a four, just as he had said, “Told you!” He shouted again, with a laugh.

“Come on then boys, get them off!” Sara squeaked with glee. Amy had started going a bit red and I felt my cheeks going a similar colour. Brad showed no nerves, deliberately getting to his feed and placing his thumbs under the elastic to his shorts. I slowly lifted myself up next to him and did the same, shaking slightly. The sight of the girls in their underwear had given me a slight semi and I was very aware that they could see it when I stood up.

“One!” The girls said in unison, Amy a little quieter than the rest, “Two! Three!” Together Brad and I pulled our boxers right down to our ankles and stood back up. There was a gasp from all three girls then nervous giggling. I realised none of them were looking at me. Even Amy was staring, slightly open mouthed at Brad’s junk. A sideways glance told me why. His dick was huge! He too was sporting a slight semi, but he was double my size. He had a little bit of girth on me as well. He must have been seven inches and not fully hard yet. Sara and Alison started whispering to each other again and giggling loudly. Amy just stared at Brad’s dick. After a few seconds she seemed to collect herself and realised I was looking at her. She made eye contact with me and smiled, embarrassed.

“You look very nice, baby.” She probably didn’t mean for it to sound as patronising as it did.

After a few minutes of me standing awkwardly and Brad strutting around confidently, we all got dressed again. Our energy had been restored and the music started playing again. The four others were all dancing while I watched, feeling completely crushed. I couldn’t get the way Amy looked at Brad out of my mind. To my knowledge, she had never looked at me like that. Longing and lust in her eyes, mouth slightly open. She’d returned to her normal self now and was ushering me to dance with her. I shook my head though and motioned that I was getting a drink.

I took my time in the kitchen trying to collect myself. It wasn’t a big deal. All girls like the look of big dicks, but they don’t really prefer them do they? There’s millions of men with penises the size of mine and they all manage to get laid, have a wife and kids. Just because Amy can appreciate the size of Brad’s junk doesn’t mean she wants him. I shook my head and cursed myself for being so silly. I returned to the living room with drink in hand and froze as I entered.

Brad and Amy were dancing together, but a little closer than I was expecting and there was no sign of Alison or Sara. Amy’s tits were pressed against his chest and, although Brad has his back to me, I was certain his hands were groping her ass. His head was by her ear and he was whispering something. Amy had her eyes closed and was biting her lip slightly at whatever was being said. After a few seconds, Amy opened her eyes and saw me. She said something I couldn’t hear and Brad’s hands rose up a little bit. She pulled away from him and grabbed my hand. She was flushed and seemed to walk a little delicately as if she was light headed.

“Brad was just telling me about uni,” she said with an innocent smile. Brad nodded behind her with a smirk.

An hour later, we decided to call it a night. Sara and Alison shared Brad’s brother’s room while Amy and I were allowed to stay in his parents’ bedroom. I was still a little shaken by the events of the evening, but I figured sleeping next to Amy would no doubt help my confidence. She’d stripped back down to her underwear for bed and it was amazing feeling her skin against me. This was the closest we had ever been. She had given me a huge kiss goodnight and a loving smile before she turned away and let me spoon her. Who was I kidding? There was no way she wanted to fuck Brad. Clearly she was telling the truth. I felt so stupid for ever doubting her.

My paranoia kicked in immediately a few hours later when I awoke from a fitful sleep. Alcohol always prevented me from getting a good rest so it wasn’t unusual for me to wake up. What was unusual, however, was that Amy was no longer next to me. Alcohol had the opposite effect on her. She should have been dead to the world until morning. Checking the time, I found I’d been asleep for a few hours. It wasn’t until I had rubbed my eyes and stretched that I realised I could hear a noise coming from the hallway. The bedroom door was open slightly, strange as we had closed it before bed, and there was a wet smacking coming from the corridor. Quietly as I could, I stepped out of bed and slowly tiptoed to the door. I cautiously peeked through the gap and almost fainted. My head started swirling and I had to grip the doorframe to stay upright.

Amy was out there. And so was Brad. And they were very, very close. Amy had her back to the door, Brad was pushed up against the wall. Her tits were pressed against him as much as possible and his hand was all over her large, white ass, still in her black thong. They were kissing with a passion I had only ever seen in films, it was as if they were trying to eat each other. One of her hands was furiously rubbing her pussy, the other was jerking Brad’s cock through his shorts.

They broke their kiss and I heard Amy whisper, “I need your dick,” just loud enough for me to hear. Brad started rubbing Amy’s pussy now and she let him, moaning softly and pushing her head into his chest.

“What about your boyfriend?” Brad asked, almost guiltily as he looked to the door. I had to duck my head back in to not be seen.

“Fuck him,” was Amy’s reply sending waves of emotion through me. Jealousy was a big one. My head swam with it. My mouth went dry and my heart was pounding relentless against my ribcage. And yet, my dick had sprang to life. I was hard as a rock, cock threatening to rip my boxers apart. I heard some more smack, not lips on lips this time and I counted to ten before taking another look.

Brad had pulled himself away from the wall now and was at a slight angle to me giving me a much better view. Had he done that on purpose? Did he see me? If he did, he did a great job not letting on. Amy was kissing down his body as she slowly dropped to her knees. She held his boxers in her hand and took a deep breath.

“I knew as soon as I saw your dick that I had to have it,” she whispered, looking up at him, “you’re so fucking huge…” He smiled at her as she lowered his boxers. His cock almost hit her in the face as it sprung out. She had that look on her face again. The look of lust. She stared at his dick with a mixed of shock and arousal on her face.

“Oh my god…” she murmured, taking his dick in her hand, “you’re soooo much bigger than my boyfriend.” Another spike of jealousy and yet, my cock hardened. “Can I suck it Brad? Please can I suck it?” I couldn’t believe I was hearing those words. My girlfriend begging to suck another man’s dick.

Brad grabbed the back of Amy’s head and pulled her towards his cock. Her lips parted as the head of his dick penetrated her mouth. “Suck my cock you little slut,” Brad whispered, eliciting a contended moan from Amy. With one hand she jerked Brad as shed sucked, the other had found itself to her pussy. She pulled her knickers aside and was rubbing herself. This was the first time I had seen her pussy. And it was while she was sucking another man.

Amy swapped between taking Brad’s dick as deep as she could in her mouth and licking all over his shaft and balls. I had never seen anyone suck cock so enthusiastically. Not a single millimetre of his cock was neglected. She licked and sucked his balls before running her tongue up his long shaft. Then she’d shove it desperately into her mouth and try and take it all, only managing just over half. Then she’d gag and splutter before pulling off so her saliva dripped between his dick and her mouth. Then she’d jerk him off happily as she moaned before starting it all over again. Brad’s hands hand pulled her bra down so her amazing, pure white tits were on show and he swapped between massaging her gorgeous breasts and pulling her head down further onto his cock.

For some reason, some weird, twisted reason, I was turned on immensely by what I was witnessing. Amy was a stunning girl. The most gorgeous creature I had ever seen. And watching her with a cock that big just seemed right. She deserved a dick that big. I found myself jerking my own dick as I watched without even realising it. I could only jerk myself a few times before I had to stop and prevent myself from cumming in my shorts.

She must have spent ten minutes sucking his cock until she could finally pull herself away. In one swift movement, she stood, pulled her panties down to her knees and bent against the wall.

“Fuck me,” she moaned desperately, “please fuck me with that huge dick.”

“More than happy to,” was Brad’s reply. “You’re just like those horny bitches at uni. Always begging for my cock.” He ran his dick up and down her pretty little pussy as he spoke.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she breathed back. His response was to shove his dick inside her.

She must have really loved sucking his cock, because he slid into her with very little resistance. She took the first few inches and moaned heavily. Slowly he started forcing the rest of his big dick inside her. As she took more and more her noises got louder until he had to cover her mouth with his hand. She couldn’t quite take him balls deep and he bottomed out inside her with a centimetre left.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered into her ear, “I’ll make it fit.” She moaned in pleasure at his words as he slowly pulled out of her and pushed himself back in. I could already see a marking of whiteness around his cock to show how deep he had got inside her. They’d only just started and she was already creaming on his dick!

He started to pick up speed, his hips slapping against her large ass. His hand stayed across her mouth, and a good thing to. Her moans were picking up such speed that she’d probably wake the neighbours, never mind Sara and Alison just a few doors away.

Expertly, he held her waist in such a way that he could fuck her hard but minimise the noise. Amy moaned something that sounded like “I’m cumming” and he picked up speed in response. His thrusts had allowed him to work his way further inside her and he was now ball deep in her. Ball deep in my sweet, innocent girlfriend. Her back arched suddenly and one hand found its way to his hip. She made as if she was trying to make him slow down, but it didn’t work. He just continued laying into her pussy as she scratched at the wall and moaned into his hand. Her body seemed to spasm with every thrust. Eventually, she let out a second muffled scream and he slowed down, pushing himself as deep into her as he could get. He released her mouth and she leant against the wall taking deep breaths.

“Fuck…” she groaned, “you…made me…cum twice…” He smiled at her, then glanced around towards the door I was hiding behind. For half a second I thought he had seen me before I ducked away, hand still on my dick. My heart raced and I waited for him to say something about me watching. But he didn’t.

Instead he said, “I’m gonna fuck you against your door.”

“Wh-what?” She muttered, sleepily.

“I’m going to fuck you against your door while your boyfriend ‘sleeps’ inside.” Did I just imagine the emphasis he put on the word ‘sleeps’? Or had he actually seen me.

“That’s…so fucking naughty…” she panted. I noticed she didn’t say no. The door next to me closed suddenly and I heard Amy place herself against it ready for him. I pressed my ear against the door. I could hear her soft moans clearly. It was as if the door wasn’t there. Then the slapping started. Her moans got louder and lustier.

“Fuck me hard,” I heard her demand. There was a louder slap in-between the others as if he had spanked her ass.

“Bet your boyfriend couldn’t make you cum like this,” I heard Brad say. Did he say it because he knew I was listening?

“He’s…never fucked me.” Amy moaned back, “But with that little dick? No way.” The talking was replaced with moaning. He was fucking her hard against the door, just inches away from me. With every hard thrust the door shook slightly on its hinges. “Fuck, I’m cumming again!” I heard Amy moan, desperately trying to keep her voice down. There was a muffled scream as Brad must have covered hear mouth again as she orgasmed into his hand.

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Authors Note: This is my Thirty-Second story. I owe the idea for this series to my good friend and fellow writer, EddyFox and the helpful editing to EddyFox and Shady_Lady. If you want to know how this all began, please read Chapter 1 and keep an eye out for Chapter 3. And now, on with the story…I hope you enjoy it and please remember that all feedback is greatly appreciated!

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It was after 7 when I finished going over all the reports and I was famished. It was a Friday night so Isabella and I went to the Italian Restaurant and Lounge just down the street from the office. We were regulars there so they made sure my favourite table was free after only ten minutes of waiting at the bar.

I liked the table because it was near the entrance to the kitchen in a little nook all it’s own. Even though I’m sure the entire kitchen staff could hear every word we said it gave the illusion of privacy from the rest of the patrons.

I ordered a bottle of white wine and lasagne and dove into the alcohol long before my dinner arrived. I told Isabella about how well things seemed to have been going with Jacob and how disappointed I was to discover his inadequacy and how badly he’d reacted. Already tipsy from drinking on an empty stomach herself Isabella just laughed, “Well there’s plenty more applicants to go through and I’m sure at least some of them will be “up” to the task”

We ate, drank and giggled profusely as we traded embarrassing stories about men from our pasts. We were almost done the second bottle of wine when our very attractive young waiter took our dinner plates away and asked if we would care for some desert.

I slipped my fingers into the waist of his slacks and tugged him towards me, “Only if you’re on the menu,” I said between giggles. Isabella playfully slapped my hand away and said, “Now now Michelle, he hasn’t had the pre-requisite interview with me yet”

The poor boy was practically frozen in fear. His hands were raised in an “I didn’t do anything!” pose and he was pleading with his eyes for us to leave him be.

Isabella and I were both playfully tugging at the waist of his slacks in either direction when the day manager came over and put his hand on the young mans shoulder, “Alex, is there a problem here?” he asked in his stern yet kind voice.

Isabella and I both removed our hands from the man’s pats and I looked up with an “innocent little devil” grin on my face and said, “There is a slight problem here David. This young man asked if we’d like any desert this evening and then he wouldn’t give us what we asked for.” I put a sullen tone in my voice near the end and pretended to pout.

I heard Isabella clear her throat, “Sorry David. We’ve both had a bit too much to drink and we acted inappropriately,” she looked at the young waiter, “I apologize for our behaviour. You will be tipped generously for putting up with us.” There was a definite tone of dismissal in her voice and the young man murmured thanks under his breath as he scurried back into the kitchen.

I frowned at Isabella, “You made the pretty boy run away…now what will I do for fun!?” Isabella shook her head at me as she poured the last of the wine into my glass and handed it to me.

“I’m genuinely sorry David. She’s had a very…exhausting day at work and we both needed to unwind. I guess she unwound a little too much and took it out on your waiter. I should have known better that to be an accomplice but I guess I’ve had a little too much to drink tonight as well.”

David grabbed a chair from a nearby empty table and sat down with us as he said, “Don’t worry about it ladies. He’s been a bus boy for a couple years here and asked to move up to waiter. Personally I didn’t think he could work the evening shift but the night manager insisted we throw him to the lions, so to speak. He’s not as suave as most of our evening servers, but he’ll learn. As for having had an, “exhausting” day at work…I heard something along those lines through the kitchen doors…how about some more wine?”

He had a wicked smirk on his face and I saw Isabella begin to blush profusely. She was embarrassed thinking David might have overheard our tawdry tales earlier, but I had no such qualms thanks to all the liquid courage I’d consumed that night. “I’d love some more wine…and since your cute little server rescinded his offer of desert…is there anything you’d like to offer us to make up for it?”

David grinned wickedly as he replaced the chair, “I’ll see what I can do,” he said slyly as he returned to the kitchen.

He came back a few minutes later with two glasses of sweet strawberry wine and a big slice of strawberry cheesecake (my favourite) and two spoons. “Enjoy your desert ladies. I’m off shift now so Jack, the night gaziantep bayan escort manager, will assist you if you require anything further. I’ll be just over by the bar having some dinner myself if you require any company.”

Isabella and I drank the wine and ate the desert as we whispered (or at least thought we were whispering…ever notice how loud drunk people are when they think they are being quiet?) about the altercation with David and his flirting. He’d always flirted, all the waiters here flirted, but tonight had been different. He’d obviously overheard at least something about earlier today, if not more, and seemed to want us to know that…but what did it mean?

As one of the other waiters came to take our plate away we noticed there was a slip of paper hidden underneath the plate. Isabella reached for it and her face showed a look of utter disbelief.

“What? What does it say? What is it?” I demanded, trying to reach for it. She handed it to me and I could have never guessed at what it said:

Ladies,

I couldn’t help overhearing about the position you are trying to fill at your company and the lack of suitable applicants. I enjoy my job, but wouldn’t be opposed to considering an alternative form of employment if you deemed me worthy. If so, feel free to join me at my table and we can talk about it.

David

I looked over to where David was sitting and saw he had his back to us. He obviously wanted us to feel no pressure about discovering his letter and how to respond to it.

I watched the back of his head as he ate. He was a very attractive man. He was in his early 30’s with medium brown hair and blue/green eyes. He was always clean shaven and well dressed, but that went with the job description. He was about 6’2″ and about 200 pounds, but he obviously worked out and most of that was muscle.

I handed the letter back to Isabella and said, “Well go on, go over there and do your pre-interview thing and see if he’s worth-while. He’s definitely hot!”

Isabella looked at me in disbelief, but when I glanced back at David she knew I was serious. “Okay, but don’t blame me if you regret this when your sober missy!”

I watched her walk towards him and noticed a patron checking out her well rounded ass as she walked by. The man noticed me noticing him noticing her and looked embarrassed, until I winked at him and he glanced back to finish watching her walk over to David.

I watched as they sat and talked for about a half an hour before she came back over to the table. The same patron watched her walk back over to me with a definite leer on his face.

“See that blonde guy over there? He was totally checking you out!” Isabella glanced at the man and blushed profusely as she sat down. “Then he’s an even bigger idiot than he looks like.”

I frowned at her. Isabella wouldn’t be considered the common ideal of beauty in today’s world, but then again neither would I. I would be considered “plump, heavy, chunky” but Isabella would be considered, “overweight and fat” Neither of us were thin by any standards, but neither of us were obese either.

I had come to terms with the fact that I would never be thin but could still be beautiful, sexy and attractive. Isabella, on the other hand, had a much harder time coming to terms with the fact that she would never be a size 6 (in fact I was a size 14 and she was a size 18) and couldn’t see how beautiful she was.

Long naturally golden blonde hair, bright blue eyes, naturally tanned skin that was flawless, bountiful breasts, full hips, a nice round ass. Men were forever checking her out, women too. Hell, I’d even found myself checking her out and having temporary lustful thoughts about her myself! But she just couldn’t see herself as attractive or sexy no matter what anyone else said or did. I’d given up trying to convince her she was attractive years ago and settled for never letting her put herself down.

“Isabella…one more word like that and I’ll dock your pay young lady!” She gave me her usual “I’ll agree so you’ll shut up about it” expression and went on to tell me all about her discussion with David.

“He agreed to go for the STD and standardized medical exams tomorrow if you’d like. His last relationship was 5 years long and they’d been engaged for the last year and a half of it. She kept putting off setting a date for the wedding until finally she broke it all off saying she had found someone else and left him. It ended almost two years ago and aside from flirting at work and a couple dinner dates with patrons who had given him their numbers he hadn’t been romantically involved with anyone since his ex fiancée. He had a one-night-stand with a patron just after they’d broken up but that was it for sexual encounters since her. He’s also willing to be at your beck and call for a one-on-one interview with you anytime you want after the results from the exams are in.”

David still had his back to us but I could see the line of tension in his shoulders. He was anxious and itching to turn around and look for the response on my face to Isabella’s debriefing.

I grabbed my purse and handed Isabella the corporate credit card, “This just became a working dinner meeting. Why don’t you go pay for dinner and head on home. I’m going to go chat with David…and don’t worry; I’ll call a cab home for myself. I’ll see you tomorrow at work darling.”

We hugged goodbye as she paid for dinner and she whispered in my ear, “You’ve been drinking…try not to do anything rash and please go home alone tonight. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I turned and made my way to David. I stood beside his table with my hands on my hips looking as stern and impatient as one can look while wobbling slightly on one’s own heels, “I certainly couldn’t permit a full scale interview without all the medical documentation to back you up…but what say you walk me outside and wait for a cab with me and we’ll have ourselves a little chat?”

David looked suddenly shy as he got up from the booth and smiled at me. He gathered his things and we walked outside into the fresh fall air.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I called a cab for you while I was in the back room. They should they should be here within 5 to 10 minutes. Where’d Isabella go?”

All his usual flirtatious exuberance was gone. He seemed suddenly shy and awkward and almost deliberately turning the discussion away from the job offer he just put himself up for. “She lives just a block away so she walked home. What’s wrong David? I thought you wanted this job?”

He looked up at me sharply, “I do! I mean, it sounds like an interesting idea. I just don’t know what to say. Flirting with customers is one thing, but that’s just acting. This is real.”

I grinned impishly and took hold of his jacket, “It sure is” I said as I pulled him into me and kissed him hard. His lips opened under mine and I snaked my tongue into his hot mouth. He tasted of wine and chocolate and as I sucked his tongue into my mouth I felt as much as heard him moan against me. I slowly pulled my mouth away from his and found that the tension in his shoulders had relaxed and he was looking down at me with lust in his eyes.

“That was…certainly real. Very real…very good…I think that’s your cab”

The change in topic was too much for me and I stared up at him with a blankly confused look on my face. He pointed to the cab that had pulled up in front of the restaurant and I pouted as I tugged on his jacket, “But we’ve just gotten started on our little chat. Want to join me for a cab ride?”

He glanced around nervously, “I don’t think Isabella would like that much.”

I turned and began walking to the cab, “Well she’s not here…so get in or go home.”

David did what I knew he would do…he followed me into the cab. I gave my address and watched David’s eye’s go wide.

I snuggled in next to him and leaned up to kiss him again, but my kips found his fingers between us and he tapped at my lips gently letting me know there would be no more kissing. I pouted and made a whining noise in my throat as I snuggled in closer to him, letting my bare leg rub against his slacks.

“Isabella said no “auditioning” before my medical exams and she can be very scary when she wants to be. I’d gate to start off this new job by pissing off your assistant and best friend.”

“I suppose that makes sense. Trust Isabella to be calm and logical at a time like this. I guess we’ll just have to actually chat then.”

David laughed a very masculine laugh that said he knew I wanted him and he enjoyed knowing it. “Well in that case, is there anything you’d like to know abut me?”

I rubbed my leg against his as I asked, “What’s your favourite position?”

“Any position you’d prefer, I like them all.”

“Biggest turn on?”

“A woman who will just come out and say she’s horny and go for what she wants.”

I put my hand on his knee and felt his body tense then slowly ease as I began tracing figure eights on his knee with my fingernail.

“Favourite part of a woman’s body?”

“Any woman…or you?”

I laughed and began tracing my fingertip higher up on his thigh, “Both.”

“Oh any woman…I’m a tit man…on you…your tits and your legs.”

I moved my hands up to cup my breast and create a very deep V of cleavage over the neckline of my blouse, “These tits?” I moved my leg so it was crossed with his, “and these legs?” He nodded his head yes with his eyes glued to my plentiful cleavage.

“The tits I understand” I said as I dropped my hand back down to his thigh and resumed tracing figure eights, “but why the legs?”

I watched as he tore his eyes from my tits to meet my gaze, “Because they always look so toned and strong and I can just imagine them gripping my waist or shoulders and pulling me into you harder.”

I moaned and bit my bottom lip, “Mmmm…that’s a very good answer.”

Before I could think of another question the cab stopped. I handed my credit card to the driver as I glanced up at my beautiful home and dreaded the empty bed awaiting me.

“Now David…this job does mainly consist of sexual acts but from time to time will also include things like hugging, cuddling and kissing. I know Isabella is right and I can’t really take you for a test drive yet…but how about coming up to the house and staying for a little while and letting me see how you do at the gentler side of the job?”

I saw the flash of logic in his eyes telling him it would be best to go home. I traced my fingertips higher up his thigh and watched the flash of logic dissolve in a wave of heat, “Okay.”

David seemed awestruck by my home as he followed me through the entrance way into the parlor and beyond that into the kitchen. I put on a pot of tea and headed down the hall into my favorite room in the house, the library.

When I’d first bought the house I had ordered a small nook be added into the library behind a row of bookshelves so I could create a sort of bedroom for myself amidst the shelves of books, dark cherry oak shelves and wall paneling and soft lantern style lights. I loved this room so much I’d often drifted off to sleep in one of the antique armchairs, which look beautiful but are not at all comfortable. I had a double size bed with a simple cherry wood frame to match the room. Dark burgundy sheets blended in with all the cherry wood and a small bedside table and a bedside lamp completed the small sleeping nook.

I lead David to the bed, “Sit, I’ll be right back with the tea.”

As I closed the kitchen door behind me I moaned low in my throat and felt my pussy muscles tighten. He was turning me on with his blend of flirting and shyness, not to mention the comment about my legs gripping him! I could feel my hormones raging and knew my satin thong was damp and reeked of my excitement both earlier with Jacob and now.

I raised my skirt and shimmied out of the undies and tossed them into the garbage so the maid wouldn’t’ find them on the floor in the morning. On impulse I raised my hand to cup my pussy and felt the wetness seeping out of me. I moaned and ground my pussy against my hand and was about to slip a finger inside myself when the timer for the tea went off and brought me back to reality.

I put the teapot, cups, cream, sugar and honey on a tray and brought it back into the library. David was reclining on the bed with a book in his hands when I set the tray down on the bedside table.

“Whatcha’ readin?” I asked as I poured him a cup of tea.

He put the book down and reached for the cup, “Just something I picked off the shelf.”

I glanced down at the book and saw it was “The Best of Literotica.com” by William T. Vollmann and Lori Selke, one of my favourite books in my erotica section.

“Really? You just happened to pick a book of erotica off the shelf?” he grinned and blushed at the same time and I laughed, “Poor man…I bet your just as horny as I am. I don’t blame you for reaching for the erotica.” I moved around the bed to lay down beside him and cuddled up against him.

His arm moved behind my head and we laid in silence cuddling for a few minutes before I tiled my head to look up at him, “Your cuddling skills are great…but I think I need to test drive your kissing skills one more time.”

This time our lips met softly, almost tentatively. His tongue snaked out and ran across my lips before I opened them and let his tongue into my mouth. The kiss was slow, soft, explorative and wonderful. I felt my body tightening with need in his arms and had a sudden flash back to the experience earlier with Jacob. I pulled away from the kiss slowly and cuddled in against him again.

“Good kissing skills too…but here’s another question for you. What is your average length of time between foreplay and orgasm?”

“Hmmm…depends on the type of foreplay and how much in a rush the woman is. Usually about an hour or so.”

“And how much ‘recuperating time’ do you need between go’s?”

“Usually a couple hours and I’m good to go again.”

“So far so good,” I moved in to kiss his lips softly, “Just one more question that I can think of,” I leaned in and kissed him hard and deep and then pulled back just as quickly as I’d moved in. With my lips just a breath above his I whispered, “How big is your cock?”

At the word “cock” David moaned softly and his hips arched up, seeking my body. “Well…you’ll just have to wait and find out.”

To be continued…

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