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Today was a big day for Rex and his team, one of their most prestigious contracts was up for renewal. The client had always seemed pleased with their work, but there was always a chance another company might try and take the contract from them.

The mood in the office was tense that morning. They’d been preparing proposal materials for the clients latest campaign for the last month. They couldn’t afford to make any mistakes.

Becki knew the meeting wasn’t until later in the afternoon, but everyone was on edge.

“I’m going out to grab some lunch.” Harrison announced suddenly, just before 12:00, “I’m too stressed to concentrate!”

Dave grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair, “Me too, I’ll join you. Becks?”

Becki looked at the artwork in front of her then back at the door, “You know what, I’m going to work through some more of this. Maybe I can get it done before the weekend then.” Dave nodded in acknowledgment and followed Harrison out of the studio door.

Ten minutes later a loud crash rang out from their small kitchen area. Becki heard Rex cursing loudly and went over to check he was ok. As she rounded the corner she saw a messy mixture of coffee and shards of broken mug all over the floor. Rex was crouched in the middle of the mess clutching his hand.

“Are you ok?” Becki asked, “Stupid question I guess… I mean, can I help?”

Rex sighed, the frustration clear in his voice, Bodrum Escort “Feels like a fucking omen you know? You work your arse off and there’s never any guarantee things will go the way you want.”

Becki knew he wasn’t just talking about smashing a mug, the impending review weighing heavily on his mind. “Rex, you’re bleeding!”

Becki reached out for his elbow, pulling him to his feet. He held his hand out to her without comment. Becki gently took his hand and checked the wound.

“You should probably have stitches, but I know you won’t be going anywhere today…” Rex scoffed, she wasn’t wrong. He had no plan on leaving the office until after the review.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Becki sighed, leading Rex out of the mess to the first aid box in his office.

Becki cleaned him up as best as she could. It was a deep cut, but cleanly sliced. Without stitches it was probably going to leave a scar. She pulled the edges together with tape and secured a dressing over the top.

Rex hadn’t taken his eyes off of her as she’d worked on his hand. Becki blushed as she realised she was still holding his hand, even though she had finished dressing it. She let go gently, aware of the awkward bubble surrounding them.

As Rex took a step towards her, Becki grabbed the front of his woollen sweater and pulled him against her. The force pushed her back as his body pinned hers against the Bodrum Escort Bayan wall. She gasped, taking in the warm washing powder scent of him. Becki slid her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. She felt his broad hands run down her back to her waist. Like last time their kisses were hard and rough, a messy mix of breath and saliva as they pressed themselves against each other. Rexs hand left a trail of goose bumps along her skin as he slipped it under her top to clutch at her breast, the rough dressing on his hand dragging against her skin. She could feel his heart racing and his breathing quickening against her lips as he broke their kiss, trying to catch his breath.

They stayed pressed against the wall, nose to nose as they shared breath, their lips barely touching as they tugged at each other’s clothes. Becki pulled him towards her, forcing their lips together again. She opened her mouth to his tongue, moaning as he lifted her up, making short work of entering her. Becki kept her arms wrapped around him as he moved his lips to her neck, biting her firmly as he took her against the wall. Becki’s yelp turned into a purr as he sucked hard on the spot he’d just bitten. She tilted her head to the side, exposing more of her pale skin to his lips. He worked his way round her neck, biting and sucking in time to his thrusts, moaning against her damp skin.

Becki was lost to the Escort Bodrum feel of him inside her and as he sucked on her neck, the brief moments of pain only served to heighten her pleasure. In the distance a familiar sound caught Becki’s attention and she gasped. “Rex… the door…”

But he wasn’t listening, his release was so close he couldn’t focus on anything else.

“Rex…shit!” Becki tried to get his attention again, just as she felt the familiar sensation building, rolling through her as her own orgasm started. She clutched at him tightly as she felt his heat fill her, his panting breaths echoing in her ear.

“Harrison.. Dave…” Becki uttered, watching as realisation filled Rexs’ eyes.

“Shit! Right… shit!” Rex set her down on her feet and hastily pulled his trousers up, tucking his sticky softening cock away. Becki glanced around the room looking for something to clean herself up with. She grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped herself down as best as she could, chucking them in the bin with the medical rubbish from earlier. Rex let himself out of his office, closing the door on her. Becki could hear him speaking and the sound of Harrison’s voice answering him. As she redressed herself, she heard the sound of broken china being dumped into the bin. She grabbed the full bin from Rexs office and carried it out to empty it.

“Sounds like you had fun while we were gone?” Dave smirked, nodding at the bloodstained rubbish in the bin she was holding. Becki blushed, “Oh! Yeah, you know… because today can’t get any more stressful.” Dave nodded as if he knew there was more to it than a cut hand, but said nothing, leaving Becki standing there still holding the full bin.

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Nina whirled as the door opened, covering her full breasts with her shirt. Nathan chuckled; hunger flickering in his dark eyes as he shut the door slowly. Heat rushed to her cheeks. He definitely loved her pregnant. It seemed like he became less person and more wandering hands the further along she got. At seven months, most women don’t expect to draw that kind of attention. Not that she minded. Her naked breasts tingled behind the swatch of shirt in her grasp. Nathan wasn’t the only one who was hungry.

He pulled her to him, gripping the small of her back as his free hand slowly plucked the shirt from her fingers one by one. When it finally pulled away, her sensitive nipples grazed his chest and her breath caught. Excited by her gasp, he cinched her closer, pressing into her sensitive breasts. Dueling aches of cold protest and hot pleading filled them, and she stifled a moan.

Nathan bowed his head and breathed into her neck. “Wow, pretty mama.”

She shivered as his hands traveled to her bottom, alternating between soft caresses and rough grabs, twisting her soft flesh in his strong hands. Her breathing grew erratic as her thighs started to shake, the vibration sending aftershocks into her core. Her mind was racing ahead, begging him for a hundred things, but she was too proud to speak. Besides, she thought, she had to slow down or she’d be a useless pile of jelly in minutes.

Nathan’s hands slid beneath her ass as he lifted her onto his raised thigh. His mouth devoured hers and she whimpered through his tongue. Her long skirt and pressed uncomfortably between her legs, but the feeling brought back early memories of dry humping on the couch, and she found it unexpectedly exciting. Unconsciously, she began to rock her pelvis against his thigh as his kisses wound from her lips to her neck.

His hands squeezed her ass one more time as he bit her nipples lightly. She reveled in the delicious needle of pain, her head lolling. Desperate for more, her thrusting grew more insistent and Nathan suddenly gripped her pelvis, stopping her. He pressed her pussy down against him as he lowered his thigh inch by inch. When he finally set her down, her legs gave out, and he caught her up in his arms.

She was vibrating all over, the familiar shudder of hunger rippling through her. He held her close and shushed her, rocking her and kissing her cheeks…slowing her down. She felt the press of his rock-hard erection against her leg and was pleased. It never ceased to please her that he still wanted her. It made her feel like less of a slave to her raging libido to know that his equaled hers.

She sighed as her shudders subsided. Her heart slowed with their rocking and she gave him a gentle kiss. Now, she could focus on the small things, the light touches of fingertips and eyelashes, the ticklish spot, or a favorite landscape for a few Bolu Escort well-placed bites.

Nathan’s hands slid down to her thighs and his fingertips slowly began gathering up her long skirt. “You know,” he murmured, “everyone thinks you wear these long skirts now because you’re motherly.”

The hem reached her knees and her thighs shivered in the cool air. He stopped and slid his fingers beneath the leather strap of the buck knife lashed to her thigh. There was little room and her skin protested, pulled tight like sunburn where his fingers wound through. Her nails turned into his skin, both threatening and enticing him. He gripped the leather strap and gave it a rough tug, nearly taking her off her feet.

“Whoa!” She grabbed for him. “Careful, baby.” He had to remember that her belly threw off her balance. His gentle embrace was his apology, but she couldn’t focus. That tug had been so fucking hot. Her entire body was on fire. “I didn’t mean stop,” she implored. “I meant careful.”

Grinning, he slid his fingers under the strap again, tugging. The leather bit into her thigh and she felt an echoing tug between her legs.

“I was going to say,” Nathan continued, his whisper teasing against her neck, “that I know the real reason you wear these skirts. It’s so you can wear the knife. Freaking assassin.” He shook her once more before sliding his fingers free of the straps. Released, she felt the emptiness race in, a corporal exhale. Jesus, her heart was racing.

Nathan grabbed handfuls of her skirt and gestured. “Up.”

With her best sexy pout, she raised her hands over her head and he removed the last of her clothing. Besides her buck knife, she was stark naked and he was still fully clothed. It was how they had started on their wedding day, well, admittedly without the knife that time…but it thrilled her still. Maybe it was narcissism. The way he looked at her when she was completely his…when she was vulnerable. It was irresistible.

She raised an eyebrow and grabbed fistfuls of his shirt. “Up.”

He grinned and held up his arms, holding his breath so she’d have to drool over every tensed muscle. At 6′ 2″, Nathan was a full head taller than her and every inch of his gorgeous body was lean, hard muscle. She’d never once succeeded in removing his shirt without laying tongue to chest. Her brain could imagine nothing else; it was utterly beyond her control. She pressed her lips to his muscled stomach as she raised his shirt. The softness of his skin over the granite of his muscles drove her crazy, and she found herself lapping him up like a prisoner would a last meal. He laughed as her licks turned to playful bites. She reached for his pants, but he’d rushed ahead of her, dropping them himself, and in seconds they were equals, their desire exposed.

He grabbed her and crushed her mouth with his and Bolu Escort Bayan slipped his fingers inside of her as her hands grabbed desperately for his cock. Their breath came in gasps and snorts as the warm-up turned rough. Panting, he pulled away and eased her down onto the bed.

She lay back, a gentle moan escaping her lips when he pulled a pillow beneath her hips. That could mean only one thing. His hands spread her legs and she bit her lip. Her breath came in skipping gasps as his lips trailed across her soft inner thighs in lazy circles. For a moment, he bit the leather of her buck knife straps on his way, eliciting her hiccupping giggle of anticipation.

When he reached her pussy, his fingers gently spread her open and she tensed, waiting. His tongue found her soft clitoris and she sighed and relaxed into him. She couldn’t reach his head, or even really see him past her belly, but she grazed her hands over her thighs in pleasure. His tongue went to work, brushing just past her clit in a long stroke on one side. She moaned, a deep guttural plea. God, he knew her so well. Another stroke, long and glancing. Teasing. Touché and dance away. It was beautiful agony. Her hands snaked up to her pleading breasts. She found her nipples and pinched until the pain made her gasp.

Nathan’s head flew up and he narrowed his eyes in approval at her self-initiative, before diving between her legs with new enthusiasm. His lapping strokes rippled steadily inward until she was quivering in rhythm with the flicker. Instead of “on – off” like a light switch, it was on – on – on – on – on – on…the pressure building to a point that it was almost unbearable. Normally, she’d push him away, but she couldn’t reach him. Just when she was going to cry out, he stopped and pulled away himself, blowing on her gently. She bucked, both grateful for the respite, and insane with unfinished desire.

His lips returned to her clitoris and she held her breath, her heart pounding. Gently, oh, so horrifically gently, he sucked her. Her arms flew above her head as she gripped the sheet and cried out. The sucking continued, slower, but progressively stronger. She tried in vain to quiet her moans as Nathan’s face burrowed deeper and deeper into her, his own noises of pleasure sending shockwaves through her. With his next suck, she felt his fingers slide into her aching pussy.

“Stop! Oh, god, Stop! Please.” She gasped, her chest heaving and her pussy throbbing.

Nathan stood and smiled, the juice from her pleasures glistening on his lips. He stepped back and folded his arms. “Beg me.”

The cool air hit her soaking pussy and she sat up on her elbows. “Jesus, yes! Please baby, I’m begging you to fuck me. Ple…”

He lunged over her, pressing into her pelvis and crushing her mouth, sharing her taste with her. Her hands found his cock Escort Bolu and guided him into her. He stopped himself just as the tip slid in, and a strangled, inhuman sound left her throat. She was dying. Her pelvis reached upward desperately; so hungry she couldn’t contain it. He pinned her arms and shoved his tongue into her mouth again before reaching down and stopping her driving hips. “I thought you begged me to fuck you, not the other way around.”

She nodded and her nails dug into his neck as he slid inside her again and they both moaned. Finally. She melted, her flesh burned and flew away…ashes. His thrusting was long and slow, driving deeper and deeper.

“Ow!” A painful shock forced the small protest from her lips and he froze, until she bit his neck, inviting more. “Ow!” His next thrust hit the same mark, igniting the same delicious pain. It was so far inside her that she couldn’t even identify the where or how or why…only the what…pleasure. “Oooooh!” It was deep and long this time, with an extra slow slide into the pain.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, don’t stop,” she whispered, kissing his chest.

“C’mon,” he patted her ass. “Turn.” She sighed as he slid out of her, and then again when his fingers slipped into her while “helping” her onto her hands and knees. His curled fingers tugged, pulling at her pussy, and her thighs shook. He slid his fingers out and made her wait. With each breath that he made her wait, she silently begged him to fuck her.

He smacked her pussy, startling her with a wave of unexpected pleasure. The sting was so sweet. He smacked her pussy again and she quivered. Her arms buckled and she went down on her elbows, her ass tilting up in offering.

Nathan’s hands rubbed and grabbed her ass, and he groaned. “God, you have a fantastic ass, Nina.”

Smack! He slapped her ass hard and she jumped, squealing. Smack! He slapped her again in the same spot, burning the sensitive skin of her tender rear. His hand reached for her breast and cupped it, pinching the nipple until she whimpered. Smack! Her ass was pulsating.

“Yeah? You like that don’t you?” he murmured, more to himself than to her. He exhaled as his cock slide inside her.

“Jesus, yes, thank you baby.”

Her whisper was a prayer. She’d died and gone to heaven. His thrusts found new, deep pockets of her sexual soul. Dark places where she wanted it harder, deeper, until the thrusts became slaps as his pelvis slammed against her ass and she screamed nonsensical blue gibberish.

“Fuckin Jesus, yes! Oh god baby, don’t stop. Fuck, you’re so fucking good. I fucking love you!”

Nina never know from where this lunatic who lived inside her arose. All she knew was that she was the goddess of fantastic fucking and she cursed like a sailor. And…she owned her as much as Nathan did, until the screaming explosion wasted her, the shrapnel ricocheting inside every inch of her skin as she shrieked and shuddered and faded. Melting, liquid implosion, pooling on the bed. Fluids, his, hers,…her. She was fluid. She was a warm summer puddle, fresh with the smell of the passing storm.

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8729 miles! I know it’s not what I’m supposed to want for Christmas but I just can’t help myself. Sure I want to spend time with my kids and the rest of my family but what I really want for Christmas is you. I want you in a short little elf dress with a Santa hat and red silky panties with white fur underneath. I want you in my arms when I wake up and look into your eyes then taste your lips while still snug in bed on Christmas morning. Is that too much to ask?

I guess it is because it sure as hell doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen. You’d think it wouldn’t be that hard, just grab a flight to the Philippines and book a hotel where you could join me for Christmas, but that would be to easy! There is no way that could work out. Not with my kids and their mom demanding I be here for Christmas and your family wanting you with them. Magic is what we need, good ol’ Christmas magic. I wish it was real.

With that thought on my mind I turn off the light and roll over looking at the clock I notice it’s 11:59 PM and think 1 minute till Christmas as I drift off to sleep.

I am awaken by someone in bed with me. Being accustomed to sleeping alone I sit up quickly startling you. You jump out of bed and start to freak out when you see me staring at you from the bed. We simultaneously shout, “How did you get here?” Looking around I realize we are not in my house. I ask, “Brii? Is that you? Is this your bedroom?”

Looking at me with a puzzled look on your face, “Tim? No. I don’t have a fireplace in my bedroom. I’ve never seen this room before.”

“It’s not mine either.”

“What is going on here Tim?”

“I don’t know but I think I like it!”

I reach over to turn the lamp on and notice the clock shows 12:00 AM. We are greeted by a scene straight from a Christmas card. The room is all decked out in Christmas Bolu Escort colors and decorations. The windows are fogged up with snow on the outside. A huge fireplace crackles and flickers on the far wall with a fur rug on the floor in front of it. A bottle of champagne is iced down with two glasses near the rug. The bed is massive and covered in red silk sheets. The most beautiful thing in the room by far is you in your little red Santa’s helper nightie grinning at me. As you look around the room, You point to a note on the night stand so I grab it and read, “Christmas magic is real and some wishes come true. Merry Christmas!” As I read you cover your face with your hands and double over in disbelief.

Dropping the note I walk over and take you in my arms. Our lips meet and my tongue slips between your teeth sliding over your tongue you close your mouth and suck my tongue inside slipping your tongue around mine. My hands roam up and down your back finally coming to rest on your sexy little butt. You wrap your arms and legs around me as I lift you up and carry you to the bed. I whisper in your ear,”I’ve been waiting for this a long time.”

Gently laying you down on the silk sheets I kiss and nibble my way down to your neck. While sliding the straps of your nightie off your shoulders I gently bite your neck and suck on your skin intentionally leaving a hickey that will last for days. Trailing my lips down to your collar bone and across to your throat, I lick up over your chin to your lips and our tongues meet again as I pull the nightie down below your breasts. Our lips part and my tongue slides back over your throat and between your breasts. You grab my head and guide my attention to your left nipple. Long slow licks from my warm tongue send shivers through your whole body. Pulling my face hard into Bolu Escort Bayan your breast prompts me to open my mouth and suck as much of the firm flesh in as I can gently but firmly biting down on your flesh my tongue continues it’s slow wet massage of your rock hard nipple. Your moans get louder and you start to squirm from the combination of pain and pleasure. With your grip on my hair you shove my head to the right smashing my face into your other breast. Eagerly I suck it’s nipple into my mouth biting it between my teeth and working my tongue around it. You moan and shutter as you waves of pleasure wash over you, every stroke of my tongue sends electric shocks through your entire body. Your grip on my head relaxes as you return to earth. I kiss you gently on the lips and whisper, “My GOD Brigitte! You are incredible.”

I slide down your body positioning my face between your thighs. Taking a deep breath I savor the intoxicating aroma of your arousal before nuzzling my face in your panty covered pussy. Flicking out my tongue I lick the silky crotch of the soaking panties. Pulling the thin material into my mouth I suck your juices from it before ripping it off with my teeth. Working my arms under your thighs I put you legs on my shoulders and plunge my tongue into your body scooping your delicious nectar. The tip of my tongue flicks across your clit with every scoop. I dip a single finger into you completely coating it with fluid then gently push it into your tight little butt while I close my mouth over your clit and suck it in between my lips. Holding it there I begin licking circles around the stiff little button. You start moaning and twisting as my finger ravages your butt and my mouth devourers your pussy. Bucking and screaming you blast into orbit once more as I struggle to maintain contact. Escort Bolu You reach down and grab me by the hair again pulling me upward as you scream, “FUCK ME! Please Tim, Fuck me.”

You don’t have to ask me twice! I fumble to get my cock free of the pajama pants while I press my lips to yours. Your tongue plunges into my mouth just as my cock invades your body. This is no time for slow and gentle this is hard and fast time! Slamming into you my cock head rams into the back of your pussy making me shudder as I quickly pull back and plunge back in so fast and hard we bounce off of the bed with each stroke. I wrap my arms around you and roll onto my back pulling you on top of me. “Fuck me Brii! I want you to fuck me.”

You plant your feet on either side of me and start pumping your hips with all your strength. Watching your beautiful face and sexy body as I lift my hips to meet your pounding pussy is like a wet dream come true. Leaning over you kiss me as you slam down on my cock and grind into me shuddering and moaning into my mouth. The convulsions of your body milking the cum from my cock. I let out a guttural moan as my first blast of hot cum floods into you. The throbbing of my cock and the warm feeling of my cum gushing into you triggers several continuous orgasmic aftershocks though you.Out of breath and soaked with sweat you collapse on to my chest. Wrapping my arms around you I hold you close while we pass out from pleasure and exhaustion.

I’m startled awake by my alarm clock, I fumble for the clock to turn it off and I realize I’m in my bed alone. I’m thinking, “Wow! That’s the best wet dream I’ve had since I was a teenager dreaming about my science teacher!” when my phone rings. I look at the display and see that it’s you so I answer, “Merry Christmas Sexy lady.”

“Was that real or a dream?”

“It sure seemed real to me!”

“How could we both dream the same dream? How could it have really happened?”

“Brii, Do you have a hickey on your neck?” I hear rustling and footsteps.

“Oh My GOD! I do, I do!”

“Holy shit! It is a miracle!”

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It was finally Friday, thank the forces of creation! I would once again charge forth bravely into the night searching for love or at least a good time.; to embark with the boldest intentions and the most optimistic outlook. I wouldn’t be so shy this time and I’d get out and meet people and have fun. I’d find love, or at least a lover right? Sure… Well at least I’d have a few beers and watch other more confident guys do just that.

My plan was the same flawless failure I’ve always employed: hanging out at the local dive bar! Okay, well “dive” was kind of up for debate. It LOOKED like a country bar on the outside (and the inside did too, kind of), but it was really more of a rockabilly, blues, jazz, hard rock, and very occasional hip hop kind of joint. It was small: one pool table, one Golden Tee game, and a medium sized dance floor. The bar was pretty long though and there was plenty of seating. Anyway, it got pretty busy on Friday nights and pretty fun sometimes too. I guess that was why I kept going back. I knew if I was there often enough, something cool would happen.

I liked to show up early, around 8:30 I guess. Many of the regulars were there early and you could cruise around and exchange greetings before the out-of-towners and once-in-a-whilers showed up and packed the place. Some people might think it was weird that I would go there alone, but I wasn’t alone if I knew 10-15 people in the bar (which I usually did). I wasn’t like a “Hey NORM!” kind of guy, but I did get “hey,” and “yo” (which came with the obligatory 3-part handshake/finger-clasp/fist-punch ‘homey’ greeting), so that was cool…

I strolled in at my usual time, scanned the bar, and there she was. Whoah. There were times when for whatever inexplicable reason, stunningly beautiful women would bless the bar with their presence. She was a fine example. I could immediately sense the tension around her. At this point, the clientele in the bar was comprised of people in a relationship or hapless dorks like me. For now, her beauty helped radiate an aura of intimidation that kept everyone at a safe distance.

She looked to be about twenty-five. Her skin was porcelain which contrasted the dark waves of raven hair falling down to the middle of her back. She sat neatly cross-legged on the barstool wearing a silky brown number that was low cut in the front, even lower cut in the back, and only went down just a little ways past her hips. She wore sparkling high heels with straps that wrapped halfway up her well-toned calves. She had several large metal bracelets on each arm and her ears were adorned ornate feathered earrings. Freckles covered the tops of her arms, back, and presumably chest and face (I couldn’t see that yet). I drank in the sight of her in the spare second I had while I was casually scanning the room. The next second, my eyes fell on her friend.

Ah yes, the ultimate armor: the heavier-set, shorter, but still kind-of-cute best friend. Now I’m no ladies man, but I know the setup. I’ve seen it plenty of times in this place. It was like watching National Geographic. The antelope must band together to fend off attacks from the pouncing solitary tigers. Now I immediately knew that gorgeous woman was way out of my league, but I relished the opportunity to watch her as well as the drama that was likely to unfold around her.

I bellied up to the bar down the way from her so I could see her face. Yep, she had freckles. She was very pretty though – big eyes. They looked green to me; maybe hazel. Then she smiled at her friend. Wow, nice white teeth – very pretty smile. The edges of her lips formed a cute little crease that betrayed the slightest aging of her skin. She then turned her head my way. Her eyes settled on mine for just a second, and her smile lingered for just a second, before moving on. She saw me. She thought I was worth a look. She did right? Okay, I wasn’t really sure.

I mean, who was I kidding? Here I was, a thirty-four year old guy of average height. I still had my dusty blonde straw-like hair, wild as always. I’ve drunk plenty of beer in my time and had a bit of a gut to show for it. It wasn’t too bad though. I hid it well by wearing hemmed button-up shirts and a decent pair of slacks. I dusted myself in Obsession (for men), and I’m sure that helped too. While I’ve always thought my face was kind of doofy looking I’ve had girls tell me I was cute in a Simon Pegg kind of way.

It didn’t matter though; I wasn’t going to try to talk to her. Not now anyway. Maybe, after I’ve slurped a couple more pints of liquid courage. Maybe, if I could get her attention again. Maybe… But for the time being, I just ordered a beer and made the rounds saying “hi” to my friends and acquaintances.

I ended up sitting with Linda and Gary, an older married couple. They were pretty cool. I just chilled with my beer, listened to the music (which was of the slower tempo, not-ready-to-light-the-dance floor variety), and occasionally stole glances at the pale beauty sitting at the bar across from Bolu Escort me, back turned. I hadn’t even finished my first beer when her friend suddenly got up, calmly grabbed her purse, and left the bar. I was a little surprised. Surely she was just going to the car to grab something, right? She’d be right back.

I downed the rest of my beer and headed back up to the bar. Maybe I could make eye contact again. Maybe I’d even figure out if her friend was coming back. I stood at the end of the bar and casually stared in her direction, watching her out of the corner of my eye. She seemed very composed, but a little nervous too. The expression on her face was very… business-like. Wow, I maybe she WAS alone. Just then she glanced up and caught my eye again. She lingered this time, for a half second, maybe even a whole second. It was just long enough for me to start getting scared wondering who would break contact first. Her lip starts to curl. She was going to smile at me! And then HE slid in and cut off her view from me.

Cock block! Well, I didn’t have any claim, but still… she was going to smile at me! Grrr… Instead she turned her head up and fired off the half-cocked smile at him. Great. I didn’t even see him come in. I took a quick look around and realized that the bar was starting to fill up. He must’ve been a recent arrival. What a classic douche: over 6 foot tall, pink shirt with a popped collar, and a white baseball cap cocked to the side in that schmucky I’m-too-cool-to-wear-clothes-normally fashion. He propped himself up on the bar, scooted right into her personal space, leaned in, and started talking into her ear. I hated him already.

I tried to watch her reaction to him. She seemed mildly (or was it politely?) interested in him. He bought her a drink. It looked like a cranberry and vodka. She daintily sipped it through the two coffee straws parked in the ice. Alas… another fine specimen lost to douchebaggery. I ordered another beer and headed back to my table. By this time, the lights had been turned a little lower, the disco ball was lit up, and the dance music began cranking through the speakers. I really did think that Kanye West Gold Digger song was pretty cool – the first twenty times I heard it.

Linda and Gary got up a couple times to dance. It was always hilarious to see an older couple shaking it to hip hop and modern pop songs. Meanwhile, I kept tracking back to my prized eye-candy for the evening. She was still sitting at the bar. Her friend never came back. The douche was still hanging around too. Clearly, he was trying to monopolize her attention. She seemed polite, but I couldn’t really tell if she was enjoying herself or not. It looked like she was still nursing the first drink he bought her.

As was usually the case, the more beer I drank, the faster I drank it. Needing another refill, I sauntered up to the bar. This time I boldly decided to park myself right next to her. As I looked around, I realized that the bar was getting pretty full. The bartender was literally running back and forth behind the bar to fill orders. Okay, it was more like a half-assed jog, but you get my point. Her back was still turned to me because the douche was demanding her attention, carrying on about something – probably the size of the stereo in his rice burner. So I just patiently waited for my turn to order, trying to look cool.

The bartender caught my eye and I raised my empty glass to indicate I wanted another beer. He starts walking over towards the tap when the douche flags him down with some other order. Damn! I got bartender-blocked too! Before I could mope to myself, I realized my luck had just turned. With the frat-boy’s attention set on the bartender, the pale beauty I’d been admiring all night finally turned around and noticed me standing there. Those big bright green eyes sized me up and in a heartbeat she fired off that smile again. She’d been saving it!

“Hi,” she said sweetly.

“Um, hi,” I responded in my best oh-yeah-I’m-cool manner. With her eyes on me, I looked over her shoulder at Pepto-Biff-Tannen and did my best impression of him trying to lean-swagger so hard against the bar while pantomiming the turn of an imaginary cap on my head.. She let out a little giggle and I smiled back, genuinely this time. Taking it further, I hammed it up pretending to flip up a non-existent collar while giving her the wankster “what’s up” shrug of my head. She got her hand up to her face just in time to snort as sudden convulsions of silent laughter bounced her body up and down.

She locked eyes with me and then turned her head to take a knowing stare at Yacht-club-dropout who was still oblivious to our impromptu mockery. Her eyes flashed and that smile came firing out again. It was clear a mischievous thought had come to her mind. She pulled the straws out of her drink, gulped the rest of it, and set the glass down on the counter.

“Do you want to dance?” she asked me, looking me straight in the eye almost as if it were a command Bolu Escort Bayan instead of an entreaty.

I was shocked. Really? She wanted to dance with me? What I really couldn’t believe was that the next thought to enter my mind was, ‘but I haven’t gotten my beer yet.’ Like waiting even another second for Preppy-Billy-Zabka to turn back around was advisable. Fortunately, I come to my senses quickly.

“Sure,” I replied with an air of faux nonchalance, setting my empty mug down.

I took her hand and lead her out onto the dance floor. Lost Without U by Robin Thicke was playing. Perfect. As we get onto the dance floor, I realized how tall she was. I’m 5’10, and with those heels, she was just a bit taller than me. She smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck, content to dance close to me. I put my hands on the small of her back and leaned in to smell her hair. Mmm… very floral, perhaps a hint of vanilla. I breathed it in deeply, feeling it stir jittery butterflies in my core. One of her hands slid down my back as she stepped in a bit closer. A trail of goose bumps burrowed its way down my arm.

After about a minute of this pure bliss, she leaned back a bit and smiled, “Sorry about dragging you out here like that. I really needed to get away from that guy.”

Yeah, it was a REAL inconvenience to have to dance closely with such an attractive woman. “Sure, no problem,” I replied casually.

Reminded of the alpha-jock-archetype, I glanced back over at the bar to see him leaning back watching us, clearly fuming. “Yeah, your man-friend back there doesn’t look too happy.”

She tilted her head back a bit and rolled her eyes, “Ughh,” before stepping back in to dance close again.

We dance for a few moments more. As I watch her expressions, it was clear was scheming about something. Then, as if an epiphany struck, her eyes lit up and she smiled that big, deadly smile at me, “Hey, can I ask you a favor?”

Anything. ANYTHING! I’ll do anything for you.

“What?” I ask.

“Would you be my boyfriend?”

Huh?

“Your boyfriend? Wow, you move fast,” I replied almost hoping she really did move that fast.

“No no no silly… You know…” she made air-quotes with her hands in front of my face before wrapping them back around my neck, “a ‘boyfriend’. So I don’t have to put up with creeps like that guy back there.”

Oh… a pretend boyfriend. Got it.

“Oh I see what you mean,” I replied pausing, only not to seem too eager, “Sure, I can do that.”

I’m all smiles now. Of COURSE I can do that. When the song ended, I lead her back to my table and we sat down with Gary and Linda. I politely flagged down the waitress and ordered the next round of beers and cranberry-vodka.

We talked. I learned that her name was Brandy and recited ‘Brandy Brandy Brandy!’ a thousand times silently in my head to lock it in. I also learned that she was a receptionist at a local business that sells parts for industrial manufacturing or something like that. She revealed that her friend had to leave because she worked early the next day. Brandy was going to leave too, but it’d been so long since she’s been out that she decided to stay. She leaned over and told me she almost regretted the decision because of the pink-narcissus. It turned out that her polite attitude towards him was just that: being polite to some random creepy guy.

I started rattling off some of my euphemisms for guys like him and she snorts again in laughter. “Ha ha!” she giggles, putting her hand on my leg, “Pepto-Biff-Tannen! That’s hilarious! He kept going on and on about all the offroading he does, blah blah blah.”

I also learned that Brandy was no slouch in the drinking department. It took her nearly an hour to finish her first cranberry and vodka. It only took her another hour to finish the next three. With each drink she became more open and vibrant. She laughed more often. She touched me more often. I didn’t know if she was simply maintaining the ruse of us as a couple for onlookers, or if that’s simply how she was. Mr-Overcompensates was still prowling around the bar. He’d moved to hitting on other women, but he was still keeping an eye on us.

And then Sexyback came on over the speakers and she DRAGGED me out onto the dance floor. Immediately, Brandy turned around, backed up her tush and started repeatedly slapping it against my pelvis while lifting her hair with both hands and letting it fall onto her shoulders. She was having a great time. More importantly, she was having a great time with ME!

At this point, I just tried to stand there and look cool, maybe swaying a bit to the beat. There was an audience of other men watching her, lust in their eyes. Other couples were on the dance floor, but the spotlight might as well have been on Brandy.

She turned around, placed her hands on my sides and went into a full squat. Perching on those heels with her legs fully folded, she parked her face right in front of my crotch. Now I had sprung wood the Escort Bolu moment her rear had slammed into me the first time. It couldn’t be helped. I’m sure she knew. How could she not? And now she was taking a good look at her handy work. On her way back up, she nudged my belly with her head, waving her hair all around. I looked down to see a lustful, pouty, open-mouthed look dancing on her face.

It was a very sexy routine. I couldn’t tell if she’d practiced it before. Her technique wasn’t flawless, but her enthusiasm was excellent. I put my arms around her and pulled her in close for some more intimate dancing. I ran my hand up her neck through her hair and then wrapped it around her head, massaging the lobe of her ear with my thumb. I wrapped my other arm around her and held her close. Our hips worked frantically, trying to grind the beat into each other. My manhood was at full attention and lasciviously pressing itself into her belly. She had to know it was there and seemed to relish focusing her rhythmic bodily contact at that point.

We ground our way lustily through the next song as well. Sometimes we changed position, but we were always rubbing hips. It was like we were having sex… with our clothes on… with an audience. Thanks to Brandy’s provocative gyrations, I had a few moments where I wondered if I could ‘contain’ the excitement boiling in my pants. The dancing was hard work too. Pretty soon we had both built up a steady moisture and were wiping sheen from our brows. She looked much sexier doing so than I did.

When the song ended, we got off the dance floor and she planted a long wet kiss on my cheek. Then she laughed and said, “That was fun.”

The musk of her glow had combined well with the scent of her perfume. She smelled intoxicating. It was like she’d been switched on. I imagined that she would smell equally great after making love. Hell, we’d just practically made love in all but the penetration and climax.

As I lead her back to our table, I couldn’t help it. I had to blurt it out, “I like you. You’re fun.”

My sentiment came out completely childish, but she just smiled back and said, “I like you too!”

And so the night went on. She laughed at my corny jokes and when a good song came on, she dragged me back out onto the dance floor for another workout. When the DJ called last-call for alcohol, she was clearly disappointed, “Oh… So soon? But I’m not ready to go home yet!”

As luck would have it, I knew of an after-party that a couple of the bar-regulars held routinely. I was a little leery of suggesting it to her as I knew we would be greatly outnumbered by other guys, but it didn’t matter. As soon as I mentioned it she jumped at the idea, “Let’s go! Can you drive?”

So we decided to go. I could tell upon arrival that Brandy was not impressed. The house had a very run-down frat feeling to it. She stayed close to my side as we walked into the shabby living room and I exchanged greetings with a few guys I knew. Then we grabbed a couple cans of Icehouse beer (yum-yum! – NOT) and parked it on one of the beat-up couches. She sat on my lap and wrapped an arm around my neck. Based on her trepidation, I wasn’t sure if she was really that into me, or just leery of EVERYONE else at the house. There was dance music playing and a few of the girls who showed up were dancing/stumbling around in the living room. Brandy seemed content to stay seated on my lap, rocking a bit to the beat. Of course, her proximity and steady rocking motion guaranteed my perpetual hard-on would last, frustrated to the early morning hours. There was no way she couldn’t have noticed, but she never said anything. Instead, she just continued smiling and nuzzling her butt into my lap.

The upbeat energy of dancing and drinking at the club had not carried over successfully to the afterparty and before long, I could see the late hour and the alcohol taking its toll on Brandy. She’d curled her legs up and was resting her head on my shoulders. As much as I enjoyed the cuddle and stroking her long dark hair, my concern for her wellbeing eventually took over.

“Had enough fun for tonight?” I inquire, brushing a strand of hair away from her pretty face.

It wasn’t meant to be a loaded question, but I was almost hoping she would say ‘Not yet! I’m saving the best for last!’ or something to that effect. Instead, she just nods her head and mumbles out an “Mmm hmm.”

“Ok,” I whispered close into her ear. “Is it okay if we leave your car at the bar for tonight?”

“No car. Took a cab.”

“Oh, okay. Well I can drive you home if you want. Where do you live?”

“Aw… can’t we go to your house?” she purred, running her finger down my chest.

Suddenly, I had gone from ‘boyfriend’ to BOYFRIEND. I feel a little guilty because I know she’d had too much to drink, but how can I refuse an offer like that?

She seemed to come alive suddenly and stood up off the couch reaching her hand out to me. Then she spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, “Come on loverboy! Take me home!” which drew immediate ogling “Oooooohhh’s” from everyone in the vicinity. A couple of my friends gave me the whistle-wink-thumbs-up routine, knowing that for me to leave the party with a pretty woman on my arm was a rare thing indeed.

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John, my steady squeeze Frat President, from last school year is back in town and stopped in at the store today to say hi. I told him about the house we are renting and invited him to come by this evening.

He has a smaller man tool than most of the guys I have been with this summer, but man does he know how to use what he’s got. In addition, he has great staying power after his first ejaculation. John is 5″ long and about as big around as a quarter. He slides in with no effort and hits all the right spots just inside my vagina. He is comfortable to fuck.

I take a shower and enema, shave my legs and pits and trim my pubes before slipping into a see through teddy. John arrives just as I am checking my hair and face.

“Wow! The summer was good to you. Sally, you are even more beautiful than you were when I went home in May.”

“Thank you John, you look really good also.”

We reach out to each other and begin kissing.

John pulled out a baggie and papers and began to roll a joint. “This Beylikdüzü Escort is really good weed I brought back with me. Would you like a hit?”

“Of course. You know that weed makes me really horny.”

“That’s what I’m counting on.”

John took a big hit, sealed my mouth with his and exhaled into my mouth as I breathed in. Then we just passed the joint back and forth until it was nothing but ashes.

We locked lips again and John began exploring my breasts under my teddy. I grabbed the hem with both hands and threw it to the side. Just like that I was standing naked in his arms. I took him by the hand and said, “Let’s take this to the bedroom,” as we walked down the hall.

He began to unfasten his belt and I said, “No. Let me do that.” I stripped him slowly and as his erect penis popped out of his boxers, I took it into my mouth. One nice thing about a small dick is that I can take in the whole thing and then play with it using my mouth and tongue. I sucked up the Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan pre-cum dripping from his slit and continued to suck and tease his cock until he shot his cum deep in my throat. I swallowed and said, “Now that the first one is out of the way you will be able to last forever.”

“Maybe not forever, but I plan to give you a really good loving.”

He laid me on the bed with a pillow under my fanny like he knows I like it, and mounted me missionary style. I wrapped my legs around him to hold him close and we began thrusting together.

After ten minutes of loving sex we rearranged ourselves to my sitting on him cowgirl and him playing with my breasts and erect nipples. In this position I can control the angle and kept rubbing his erect cock on my G spot until I came. As I was cumming, he pulled me down onto his chest and reached behind me to finger my rosebud.

We move again, this time into a reverse cowgirl. In this position he can reach both my Escort Beylikdüzü breasts and my clit. He moistens his finger in my love honey and begins circling my clit. Then he gently flicks it and circles some more. He pulls me back onto his chest and his cock rubs almost continually on my G spot. I cum again.

We move into a doggy position with my ass in the air and my head on the pillow.

John begins to bang into me like there was no tomorrow, slap – slap, squish – squish . . . He begins to swell and I say, “Fill me up, John. Fill me up.”

Three more pumps and I can feel his cum coating the inside of my vagina. It feels so warm.

We lay together until he shrinks and slips out and without any words being spoken, move to the shower where we clean each other and play some touchy – feely.

After drying each other off, we return to the bed and cuddle and talk until we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

During the night I woke with John stroking my breast, he was already hard so we had a quick love session and went back to sleep.

John woke with a woody that we took care of before I had to shower and go to work. I left John sleeping in my bed with a smile on his face.

I had a great day at work with the feeling of John’s morning cum moving around in my vagina as I waited on customers.

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Richard surveyed the misty grey scene from his front door. There was nothing worse than trying to get the enthusiasm to go to work when the weather was dismal, apart maybe from having to walk the two miles of course. He toyed with the idea of taking the bus. But no, walking to and from work each day had certainly shifted the excess weight that sitting in front of a computer for 8 hours a day had brought him. It wasn’t as if there were torrential downpours anyway, and he did have an umbrella to arm himself with.

He set off. What he hadn’t counted on was how windy it would be once he left the shelter of the hill. The rain might have been light but it was swept up and swirled all around him as he battled onwards. The umbrella was of no use since the rain was coming from all directions. He just tucked his collar up as high as he could, hunched himself over, stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked on.

He’d of been wet enough without some thoughtless bastard steaming as hard as he could through a large puddle at the edge of the road as he approached the first roundabout. The guy didn’t even stop to apologise.

He was also fairly sure that he recognised some of the cars that passed him as those that he’d see every day in the car park. He was wearing an overcoat issued by his company, so people could hardly pretend that they’d not noticed him as they cruised by in carpeted warmth.

Richard was still cursing anyone he could think of when a fairly battered Rover pulled up alongside. A large Mercedes howled in indignation as its owner couldn’t be bothered to wait 15 seconds and pulled to the other side of the road to overtake.

Richard jogged to the car, and pulled open the passenger door.

“I think you could do with a lift.”

He was forced to push the lank hair out of his eyes to work out who it was. It was Alice, from the accounts department. He scrambled in before any more cars could complain, and Alice pulled away.

“A bit wet today,” she said. Anyone else he’d have given a sarcastic reply to, but Alice was always full of fun when he visited the accounts section, so he merely nodded. She had the heaters on full blast to demist the windscreen, and he began to swelter under his coat.

“Lucky you’re not a girl,” she laughed as he freed himself from it, “I can see your nipples!”

He reddened as he surveyed himself to find that he was literally soaked right through. “I’m sorry, I must be getting your seat damp.”

“Not the first time honey,” she laughed back. “Let’s hope it stops raining before we have to walk across the site, otherwise I’ll be in the same boat as you.”

“No one would get any work done,” he told her.

He glanced over. Alice was in her mid thirties, but still slim and she was always armed with engaging smile for everyone. That day she was wearing the cream blouse that was slightly too tight and you could make out the lacy pattern of her bra beneath if you looked hard enough. She always wore it with a navy blue skirt and black stockings.

They pulled up in the works car park a few minutes later. The rain was easing off, which was lucky considering they had a half-mile walk across Mersin Escort the plant site. Alice scrabbled around for something out of the boot before she locked up and they started walking.

“Here, you might need this. It’s my gym towel.” She handed him a fairly small white towel.

“Lucky I have my own office,” he told her, “I’m that wet I’ll have to sit around in this for ages. I couldn’t do that in the accounts section.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” she replied. “You’ve got a lovely backside, and I’d love to see it with just a towel over it.”

Richard looked across at her, but she wasn’t laughing, until he reddened of course. A thought struck him.

“I was going to show you the new accounts package this morning,” he said, “we’d better do that tomorrow, unless you fancy sitting there with me in just my underwear.”

“I wish we could honey, but how would I keep my hands off you?”

He looked at her with hope. Girls in his experience never said that kind of thing to him.

“Calm down Rich, or you’ll have to walk into work hunched over!” Alice said, as she laughed again.

Richard tried to think of a reply, but his cheeks were getting too hot for him to think straight. He could usually banter pretty well with Alice, but all those references to him semi naked in the office with her was causing his brain to tie itself in knots.

He was grateful when they reached the office building, and he was able to hide himself in his office with the door shut tight. Having his own office sounded pretty grand, especially since he was simply an intern. But staff cuts had meant that space was cheap. Even the cleaners had their own office for God’s sake.

He turned the wall heater up to its maximum setting and stripped himself out of his wet clothes. He dried himself off as best he could, and when the towel was completely damp he fastened it around his waist. It was just big enough to go around him, but it did leave a large gap up the side of one leg when he sat down. He found it strangely arousing to be stood almost naked in work. He went red just thinking about someone walking in. Not that anyone ever did. He was just an intern that everyone forgot about till they wanted a document scanned. Even then they’d phone him and get him to come to them.

He calmed down as he ploughed through his emails. Then one arrived from Alice.

“Busy later, how about we do that program run through now?”

“No problem,” he replied, “as long as you don’t mind me sitting here in just your towel!”

That thought perked him up again, but of course, Alice was only doing her usual teasing.

The towel simply wasn’t big enough to stay up properly, so he contented himself with keeping it near to hand whilst he checked his clothes draped around the heater. His heart almost stopped as he heard the door open. He made a grab for the towel as Alice gasped from the doorway. For the first time he saw her go red and that more than made up for all her teasing.

“I thought you were joking,” she said, hand half way to her mouth.

“Can you shut the door, in case someone walks past?”

As Alice turned to shut the door Mersin Escort Bayan Richard made sure he had the towel securely around him, and retreated behind his computer.

“I was right, you do have an nice bum,” Alice told him, some of her composure returned. “Not to mention everything else.”

It was Richard’s turn to go red again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you thought I was joking.”

“It’s my fault, I should have known you wouldn’t be dry already. We can do this tomorrow.”

She turned to leave. Thank God, said most of Richard. He felt almost sick in the pit his stomach thanks to the rush of the moment.

“We might as well do the run through,” he found himself saying. “You’ve seen me naked anyway, so just a towel won’t be so bad.”

“I guess not,” she replied. Was it his imagination, or was she a bit flustered by the idea? For all her bawdy teasing, had he just managed to call her bluff? But not even the thought of being almost naked next to a good-looking woman could stop him thinking fearful thoughts of the door bursting open.

“Though we’d have a problem if my boss came in,” he told her. Was that relief in her face?

“We could just pull the corner of the desk in front of the door so it can’t be opened,” she said with a smile. She stepped away from the door, so there was no choice but for him to leave the safety of behind his monitor to move the desk a few inches.

“That towel really is tiny,” Alice told him as she found and pulled a chair up next to his. He was going red again he knew. Perhaps this hadn’t been such a good idea after all. He had to walk behind her to get back to his desk so he had the opportunity to arrange things so it wasn’t so obvious how turned on about the whole situation he was.

Alice was certainly having a good laugh at his expense, and he cursed himself for ever trying to take her on.

“It’s hot in her, I’ll stick the fan on,” she told him. He took his seat next to her. The edges of the towel were facing her, and he was uncomfortably aware of the breeze from the fan on his thigh.

“Shall we begin?” she asked.

“Sure, I…uh.” He looked around, trying to focus his thoughts. At the other end of his desk was a stack of printouts of slides about the new system. Without thinking he stood up to reach for them. The towel was pretty tightly tucked around him, but it must have caught on something. With horror he felt it slipping away.

He brought the printouts down to cover himself whilst he cast about with his other hand for the towel.

“That really is a nice bum.”

He sat down quickly.

“Are those printouts for me?”

Mutely Richard nodded.

“May I have them?”

He shook his head. She pouted at him. He hadn’t dared look Alice in the face ever since she’d walked in on him, but now he had to. Her cheeks were flushed, and were her eyes larger than normal?

“Give them to me,” she told him. She was rubbing her legs together too, and that meant her skirt had begun to ride up her thighs. The thought of her stocking tops ended his resistance.

“You have a lovely body,” she told him breathlessly. “Stand up for Escort Mersin me.”

He looked down at himself as he did so. He’d never thought of himself as having a nice body, but she was certainly taken with

it.

“Touch yourself for me.”

His hand was only inches from her face and he almost bucked himself into her face at the sudden sensation. She moaned slightly.

“More, make yourself come for me…”

He began to do so, trying to make every stroke count and stick in his memory. She ran her hands over her breasts, down her stomach and past her legs. Jesus, she was turned on by him!

“Let me come over your breasts,” he told her.

She hesitated at this, but the site of him naked and masturbating just inches from her face made her start unbuttoning her blouse. She barely took her eyes from his hand wrapped around his cock as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts weren’t large, but they were full and round, with beautiful looking hard pink nipples.

“Just a second, I don’t want to come back with any stains,” she said.

As she stood up and removed her skirt she and Richard were just centimetres from each other’s bodies. His strained for hers, even more so when she was stood there in just her black stockings and white lacy knickers.

She sat back down and watched with rapture as Richard performed for her. She pulled him close so that she could have taken him inside her mouth if she’d wished. She started to grind herself against his leg, and it was the wetness he felt that made him explode over her breasts.

“Jesus,” she said. Then she said no more as she pulled his left hand down between her legs. He moved behind her, and for the first time felt the warm flesh of a woman pressed up tight against him. Her pussy was shaved, and so wet that he finger was inside of her before he realised. He found her right breast with his free hand, and squeezed.

Alice moaned as she bucked beneath him, and then he felt her shudder, and collapse back on to the chair. They both just lay against each other, panting.

“Jesus,” she said again, startling Richard out of his pleasant haze. “Jesus, we’re in work for fuck’s sake.” She pushed him off her, and then kept one hand over her breasts as she grabbed for the box of tissues on his desk.

She was suddenly bashful, and retreated to the other side of the desk to dress.

“Do you have to?” she told him as he stared at her chest.

“But we were just-“ he began.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she cut him off. “Jesus, I’m married, and we’re in work.” As soon as she was dressed she was out the door, leaving Richard confused.

What the hell had happened? She’d enjoyed herself, but when it was over she couldn’t wait to leave. His father was right. Women were another race.

His clothes had dried, and he dressed quickly after cleaning himself up. Not to worry, he was almost a man!

It was next to impossible to sit back down and try and get on with some work. He’d start with reading emails; that would be easy.

There was a new one from Alice.

“Sorry about that honey,” it read. “Sorry I had to dash. The walk through was great! I’m not sure I got it fully though. Do you have time to take me through it again tomorrow?”

He shook his head as he hit the reply button. Women really were another species. Still, it looked like he was going to have lots of fun finding out just how different.

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I met her on line months before. We had just sort of “bumped” into one another on a hiking site. I saw her posting often about this trail or that one, always interested in the way she talked about the trees and woods. The site we went too had soon opened a chat-room and we both seemed to quickly become regulars. It wasn’t very long and chatting had become our obsession as we slowly got to know each other. We had went through all the stages, first just being playful with our common interest, w easily went to a little cyber-sex finally exchanging phone numbers and having a phone sex a few times. It was different, getting to know some one in such a distant way. And now, we had decided to meet up.

I went to the airport where she would be flying in. I glancing at the arrival monitors as I walked in. It said her flight was delayed; I had gotten to the airport over an hour before her flight was scheduled to arrive, and now she was going to be even later. Should I go have a quick drink to help pass the time? No I wanted to have a perfectly clear mind and body when I met her.

This was crazy, I told myself; sure, we had chatted and talked but this was different. But then again I knew so much about her. She loved to tempt men but ended up alone on her trips through the woods. She had the tendency to think of herself as slutty. She liked to talk dirty as I had quickly learned. Who was I to complain about that? She loved to talk about shaving her body of all hair. She also talked about how much she loved to go down on men and give long deep blow jobs.

Then I received the E-mail of her telling me she planned to be on my side of the country. Could we get together?

I stared at the screen for a long while. Could we get together? It was the stuff men dream of on the Net, wasn’t it? It seems every guy is out here looking for a woman, but what do you do when you finally catch one?

As the second or two passed by, I wrote back and said I’d love to meet her.

Now here I was, waiting at the airport for a flight that was over an hour late. We had never exchanged photographs, so I had very little idea of what she looked like. She had told me what she’d be wearing, and I knew I could stand in the crowd and make an assessment of her looks before revealing myself. If she was a real dog, I could simply sneak away unobserved. But damn, I was too nice for that and would stick around regardless, I decided. Besides, we had revealed so much of ourselves to each other in correspondence that we had become friends. I couldn’t leave a friend, even an ugly friend, stranded in an airport away from home.

After my wait, the plane was at the gate and passengers were arriving–some running joyfully into the arms of waiting loved ones, others trudging slowly, not even looking around.

Then I saw her.

The dress she had described was there in all its stunning color. A red floral tank and it snuggled right up to her round bosom like she had pasted it there. She was a small woman with long dark hair and olive skin, and she was struggling under the weight of two large carry-ons. I stepped into her path. “Hello Devon”, I said.

“You’re here!” she shrieked. She dropped the second bag and threw her arms around my neck, clinging to me. I bent down to kiss her cheek, but she turned her head and our lips met, gently at first, then harder, lingering for a few seconds. Her lips parted slightly and I felt the quick flick of her tongue. I smiled at her as I picked up her other bag.

“This is all I brought,” she said. “I usually travel pretty light.” I had to back away and take her all in. Man was I really the lucky guy meeting up with the beauty. She stood on her toes and pecked me on the lips again and I couldn’t stop my grin.

I picked up her bags and she followed me to the doors. We walked through the early summer’s heat to my car. I opened her door for her my eyes never leaving hers. She flashed me a quick smile as she got in.

I unlocked my door and got in. She was still smiling. “Here we are,” she said, brightly. “Now what?”

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

“Well, they gave me plenty of peanuts on the plane,” she said,” but I’m still starving–but not for regular food. Could I get another kiss? I liked the first one.” She said all this as one long sentence, her nervousness showing. I obliged her with a kiss leaning into her.

Suddenly she was locked to me, and her hands stroked my face, my chest, and then moved down to my hardening crotch. “I just love a man with a nice hard-on,” she breathed, squeezing me gently. “Where are you going to take me?”

Trying to pull myself back together I said, “It’s a surprise, but one I know you will like” I said grinning at her mysteriously. We left Beylikdüzü Escort the parking lot and entered the interstate going north.

We passed the twenty minute ride with small talk of hiking and all things we had talked about hundreds of times before. We kept shooting sidelong glances at each other, sizing each other up. Once our eyes met and we laughed, breaking the tension somewhat. We exited the interstate and turned onto a two-lane road leading into the woods. The countryside had quickly changed from urban to suburban to rural, and now we were surrounded by tall, quiet woods as we moved away from civilization.

We drove in silence for another fifteen minutes, finally turning onto a rutted dirt road leading further into the forest. We arrived at a small clearing near a lake and I stopped the car, smiling at her. “Here’s the spot,” I said, brightly. “Nicest place in the state!” She hesitated a moment before opening her door and stepping out.

I took her hand and we began walking along a winding path, our footsteps muffled by scatterings of falling leaves. Finally we emerged from a dark path into a small sunlit clearing. We stood at the edge, listening to the soft sound of wind moving through the whispering trees. I glanced at her, and we stepped into the clearing.

I spread a blanket in the dappled shade under the trees and we sat cross-legged together on the grass, our gazes kept locking together and small smiles were there at all times.

The moment was too much, we reached for each other, locked lip to lip feeling the flaming passion within each other. We pressed our bodies together and they seemed to mold as putty to one. Our tongues probed each others mouths and she began to make small mewing noises in her throat. She pressed her pelvis further against me and I cupped her buttocks with my hands and pulled her so she was against my now strained crotch.

After a long while of teenager lustful kissing and groping we broke apart, panting. I reached for the basket I had brought along and removed a bottle of wine. I could barely work my hands to remove the cork. Finally it broke free and I poured two glasses. She accepted hers with a smile, as she gazed at me longingly through her dark lashes. “You’re quite a surprise,” she said. “I’ve always been the instigator and sexual one all these months, and now, here we are with you making all the right moves”.

She raised her glass to me and gave me the most blood thinning little wink. We drank for what seemed like hours but were mere moments. We both would look at each other then away as we took in the beauty of the overhanging trees surrounding us. Finally, it could no longer be contained and we came together again.

This time there was a sense of urgency, as if our lives depended on being as close to one another as possible. The taste of wine on her tongue was nothing beyond magical. Then I felt her hands take on a path of there own and I felt them squeeze between us clawing for a grip on my belt. I released her slightly to give her soft hands room to work. She unclasped the belt and her hand did not pause for a second as it reached down into my tightened pants. We released our kiss just as she gripped my hot throbbing member. She smiled back at me; it was a lust filled grin with only one thing on its mind.

She pushed me backwards and I happily landed on my back. She tugged my pants and boxers down in one swift movement with the power of an angry bear. My member popped out fully erect and flopped down as if hiding itself from the sunlight it now saw. She didn’t even give it a moment and her mouth was on me. She stopped right at the head of my cock and flicked her tongue out to taste the glistening drop of pre-cum that was tipping there.

I shuddered as she took the entire length of my cock all at once. Her lips hit my pubic hair in with such quickness and I could feel her tongue busy against my shaft. I let out an uncontrollable moan as she moved her lips up the length, sucking hard, only to stop as her soft lips reached the sensitive head.

Now I’ve had my share of blowjobs over my years but this had already made me feel like it had never been done right. Whether it was the way she used her full lips to caress the head of my cock, or her rhythm, or the sound she made in the back of her throat as she took all of me, I can’t say. All I know is that I was close to praising Allah, God or Satan, if she would just promise not to stop. I didn’t want it to end.

Her mouth kept moving rhythmically up and down my shaft, ever coaxing me to greater pleasure and teasing my semen to come out and play. Her fingers had reached down to toy with my clinching sack. She began by caressing them, then squeezing Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan them gently, stroking as if they were her favorite pet. One of her fingers began light strokes of the sensitive skin between testicles and anus, but never once did her mouth lose its magical rhythmic suction.

I knew my time was getting near as my entire body was already fighting me wanting to thrust again and again into her wet mouth. Just then she gripped my balls with the force of a hammer and stopped her sucking just at my head. My first thoughts were of a huge letdown but it was not too be. She suddenly released my sack and took me all in her mouth quickly bobbing her head up and down. That had done it, I warned her and I was wracked with the most blissful, goose-bump filled orgasm I had ever experienced. She kept sucking at me gently, greedily devouring every drop I could give; she was lunching on me as though as starving woman in heat.

As the pulsing slowed, then stopped, she backed off her sucking and let my softening member with an audible plop. She smiled up at me and took her finger and wiped at the one missed drop on her lower lip. Devon looked at the substance on her finger. She then closed her eyes as she curled her tongue around it, sucking it in as if it were good chocolate.

She lies down beside me and put her head on my chest while she reached down with her hand and took loving hold of my half erect penis. I started to say something, but she put a finger to my lips and said “lets let it rest a while we are just beginning. She seemed to have all the time in the world for this, and I was not going anywhere.

As we lay there, basking in the breeze coming through the woods, she talked to me like an old friend. I just lie there unable to say anything at that moment. She stopped talking and smiled up at me with a look that said satisfaction. Gazing at me through her lashes shadowing her soft green eyes she moved upward. She pulled her body against mine and kissed me deeply. I tasted my own semen on her lips and tongue as she shared the leftover fruits of our shared pleasure.

I lie naked on the blanket, feeling the warm summer’s breeze as it dried the light sweat glistening on my skin. I reached for the wine bottle and silently filled our glasses. I hoisted mine to her, smiling. “That was unbelievable,” I said, truthfully. “Where did you learn that?”

She smiled at me, proudly. “I guess it’s just a gift,” she said. “I’ve always known how to treat the little man just right”.

She grasped me again, and I could feel blood rushing to the organ. I had wondered how long it would take me to recover from that last orgasm. She began to stroke me, first gently, more firmly, squeezing the shaft. To my amazement, I felt myself grow erect again. She grinned at me in satisfaction. “Mind if I suck you again?”

“Help yourself,” I replied, shrugging.

At once her lips were on me again, but this time I knew she’d have more time to spend before I came. She knew it, too, and she moved her hot, wet mouth rapidly up and down my tender cock, more forcefully than before, taking me just to the threshold of pain, where the most intense pleasure lives.

That is when I pulled her away; as much as I would have loved to cum in her moist mouth once again I was eager to share a little pleasure. I rolled on my side as she reclined on one elbow to look at me. I began to pull her dress over her head ever so slow; never letting my eyes leave hers. I could fall into those eyes and be lost forever, I kept thinking. I unsnapped her bra and freed her breasts. I looked down and they were wonderful, smooth soft skin with dark nipples standing slightly at attention as if begging in need. However, I could see in her eyes that she was not in the mood to be played with. She was ready to have those hot nights of our chats fulfilled. I quickly released her from her panties so we were both like animals in the woods. She hooked one leg over my hip and pulled me closer to her.

Idly, I stroked first one large nipple, then the other, feeling them grow harder under my fingers. She sucked in her breath through clenched teeth as I touched her. She tried pulling my body even closer to her. I cupped one soft ass cheek with my hand and her hips began to move rhythmically. I pushed her onto her back. She didn’t resist, staring at me through half-closed cavernous eyes. I began to move down. Her legs were slightly parted, and her prominent, swollen lips were deep pink from arousal. Gently I pushed her legs further apart, so that her mound was completely exposed to me.

I brought my face down to her belly, kissing the soft skin, moving slowly down to the joining of thigh and belly. I Escort Beylikdüzü traced the warm, moist skin with the tip of my tongue, hearing her breathing increase its tempo, smelling her arousal. Her musky sent took away the woods that surrounded me and I was truly a soul lost.

Her small clit was beginning to emerge from its hood, and I traced the outline of her full outer lips with the tip of my tongue. She had told me once in a conversation how her pussy was very small and tight, and now I could see what she meant. As I pressed one finger into her gently, then another, feeling how wet and slippery she was, I knew that when I had my chance to be in her it would be wonderful. As my tongue explored the entrance to her and my fingers probed inside, her hips began to undulate from side to side. I brought my mouth to her wet pussy and was rewarded by hearing her sharp intake of breath. I put my hands under her cheeks to bring her wetness to my mouth.

The juices of her arousal flowed freely, filling my mouth, coating my face. I sucked at her slit, taking first one swollen lip, then another between my lips, sucking, nibbling.

I took her firm clit between my lips, sucking at it gently, and then flicking at its tip with my tongue. She was making inarticulate, growling sounds from somewhere deep in her throat. I pushed my index finger into her slippery canal, turning my palm upward, probing for her elusive, sensitive g-spot. Her sudden squeal told me I had reached it. I stroked the spot gently with the tip of my forefinger her hard clit rolling under my thumb. The growling sounds she made grew louder and deeper, as if we had been transported millions of years into the past and were carrying the weight of creating an entire race as we lay coupled in that warm sunlight.

She cried out over and over again, calling out my name, singing a passionate scale from guttural growl to impassioned shriek. I don’t know how many times she came–maybe she doesn’t know, but it was repetitious. After a long while, her sounds began to quiet down, until finally she was limp, her breasts heaving.

I on the other hand was anything but limp and I rolled over so my body full length was against her spooning, my hard member just feeling the warm moisture that was on her cheeks. She was quick to respond and made just the smallest move and I slipped up and right in side her. The head slipped in and she made a small noise of pleasure. I reached over and placed my hand on her hip and pulled myself all the way up into her warmth. Her hips wriggled from side to side in their own dance of desire.

It was as though she was reaching out to draw me into her body. I could feel her tightness as her strong muscles grasped my shaft. I began to move slowly in and out of her, the full length of my cock throbbing with excitement. With each stroke I could feel her pussy contracting rhythmically around me. Each long stroke I would withdraw just too where her pussy was tightening around the sensitive spot where shaft joins head. Then I would plunge deeply into her until there was no more to give.

Each time I stroked into her amazing tightness, she let out a short, animal like sound of feral pleasure. I plunged in and out of her faster and faster, now eager to shoot yet another load of semen deep into her, where it belonged.

We were becoming one with the woods, Animals that belonged.

I was breathing harder now, and I moved into her faster and faster. My balls were now bouncing against her with each new stroke. Our mingled cries were the sounds of two mindless, prehistoric beasts rutting in this deserted woods.

Suddenly, seemingly without warning, we climaxed simultaneously and loudly. She began to shake and rock back onto me. I rolled off the blanket, never letting her body leave mine. I felt small twigs and grass on my naked, sweaty skin. I clutched her slick body to mine. I could feel her muscles tighten their grip on my member seemingly milking it of its fluid. As I continued to thrust through the shaking I could feel the semen begin to run down her cheeks. Becoming quickly overtaken, she fell back onto me and let out a deep sigh.

My soft penis was released from her spent hole, followed by the milky flow of my semen mixed with her tasty juices. I brought my fingers to her tender slippery lower lips, scooping up the creamy fluid, bringing it first to her lips, then to mine. We kissed deeply.

The light was fading, casting long shadows through the trees. The afternoon’s warm breeze was turning chilly. We finished the wine for warmth, but soon even that was no protection against the cool evening.

Reluctantly, silently, we dressed, picked up our blanket and the remains of our picnic. We held hands as we walked down the gentle slope to the car.

I opened the passenger door for her, but she stood there for a long moment, looking up at me. Suddenly she was in my arms again, kissing me deeply, desperately. I stroked her cheek gently thinking of how this was just the beginning of a very long weekend.

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My family sleeps while I twist and turn in my bed. I am so horny i can barely take a full breath. My hormones are making me unbearably aroused but I lie here, next to my partner, frustrated and aching. It has been so long since my wife fucked me that I am growing desperate. Lesbian bed death seems pretty real after 6 months of celibacy and I have to find relief.

I keep looking at Craigslist and am so close to hitting reply on a few ads, especially on the one asking for a large breasted woman who wants to be suckled and have her tits pulled on for hours, her cunt serviced well. My aching, empty pussy and neglected ripe nipples need this attention. Would he have a big veiny dick? I haven’t had a man inside me for 20 years. I miss seeing a penis. I want to be thrust into by a real fleshy dick. I want a man to grab my long white blonde hair and yank me around. I want strong, hairy legs to weigh me down as he pumps into me, dominating me, not sweet caresses or soft whispers. I want salty sweat to fall on my face and huge hands to squeeze my ass, pull my voluptuous Beylikdüzü Escort hips higher. Fuck me fantasy man before i lose my mind.

My cunt is gushing, it begs for rough hands, a hard dick, and warm semen squirting. I want him to grind hard against me until I can’t breathe and every exhale is a gasp for more. I want to scratch him as he fucks me, I want to bite him as he drills into me, I want to wrap my feet around his waist and demand that he tweaks my clit. Ride me hard enough that I can forget I am cheating, that I took vows. Fuck me until all I can do is scream in frenzied agony, pleasure and semen, earthquakes shaking my legs, cramping my toes. Eat me out and scratch up my thighs with a bristly goatee. Leave my breasts swollen, full, heavy after the hot mouth, the hard pulls; force my nipples to be distended further than they’ve been in years, reaching for this man’s hairy warm mouth, raw. My pussy, make it stay throbbing and sore, to leave me grinning through sloppy kisses and shattering orgasms.

My frantic fingers Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan thrust desperately into me, fucking me while the fantasy man slides his dick along my hard clit. I finally cry out, a small, pulsing climax rolling through me. I pull my wet, sticky fingers from my cunt and turn to my sleeping wife. She does not know I fucked myself next to her, dreaming of my huge dicked craigslist man. For now, he stays a fantasy, but deep down, my pussy still has a hollow, hungry feel and I know I am almost ready for that big dick, wet mouth, and hard fucking.

Once my breathing returns to normal, my wife turns toward me and asks, ‘do you feel better now?’ Seriously? Do I feel better that I had to create a fantasy fuck to find a release while my life partner, the woman I pledged my life to, decided to fake sleep rather than grab one of my aching nipples and suck it in her moist mouth? While my pussy pulsed with need, spasmed under my own hand, her fingers wearing my ring refused to enter me? My cum on my fingers alone rather Escort Beylikdüzü than coating her tongue?

I stare at her wordlessly, knowing that to open my mouth would be to scream or cry. She simply shrugs a shoulder, turns on her side away from me, and proceeds to perhaps another fake sleep. If she’d gotten off listening to my hushed cries, the sheets rustling around my hips and fevered hands, I’d have been elated and willing to feed her this way whenever possible. She didn’t enjoy it at all.

As i stared at her old stained t-shirt covered back, I slowly lifted my phone to my pillow and answered that ad I couldn’t stop thinking about. I might not be able to find pleasure with her but I damed sure can find someone else to fuck me forwards and backwards. The next time I fuck myself in my marital bed while my wife ‘sleeps’, I will have a real memory to make me wet, a tangible smell of man sweat and semen to heat me up more, a traceable line another’s tongue laved upon my skin. I will remember the dick that left me red and swollen for days unbeknownst to my wife.

I hit reply and within 2 minutes receive a reply. Fucking a stranger, my future pleasure within reach. Before these breasts grow too old to even ache for a hard suckling, I will have sex again. Marriage, three mortgages, kids, I’ll keep it, but life will happen on the side. Sweet dreams wife.

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“You were right you know.” She told him when he returned from dropping her husband off at the airport. “I do fancy a bit of that sexy chubby wee thing you fucked the day of the party.”

“I knew it.” he said smiling. “You had that look in your eye.”

“Was it that obvious?”

“You looked as if you could already taste her pussy.” He told her.

“Was it a nice one?” she asked.

“Fuck yes!” he replied, his mind wandering back to him tasting and fucking it.

“What if I set it up for the three of us to have a bit of fun together?”

“Sounds good.” He said, picturing her licking that chubby pussy, maybe as he fucked her from behind. Shit, he was making himself hard.

“Let me see if I can set it up. Meantime, you go upstairs and get comfortable. I have plans for that big cock of yours.” She told him.

He climbed the stairs, stripped off and climbed into her bed to wait. Already half erect, he couldn’t get the images of that delicious chubby body out of his mind. He was sorely tempted to stroke himself but decided against it. His employer was a very demanding woman and would want every bit of his endurance.

“Hello?” sounded the voice at the end of the phone line.

“Hello dear. It’s me. I was thinking of having a little fun with my driver tomorrow and wondered if you would care to join us?”

“What, the three of us together?” She was a bit hesitant about being with another woman, but the thought of being fucked by the driver again had her tingling between the legs.

“Yes, what do you think?”

“Um, er, ok. What time?” Oh fuck it she thought. In for a penny, it might be fun.

“Let’s say around two. Is that okay?”

“That’ll be fine.”

“Good, I’ll send him to pick you up. See you then.”

The woman on the other end of the line was breathing heavy, her pussy becoming wet by the time she hung up the phone. The thought of that big cock back inside her had her pussy throbbing. Even the thought of having sex with his female boss had her intrigued and slightly aroused. Alone in the house, she made straight for the bedroom. Lying on the bed, she pulled her panties down and opened her legs. With the thought of him between her legs thrusting inside her, she began stroking her wet aching pussy. Oh fuck she moaned, rubbing hard at her aroused clit, the fingers of her free hand pushed up inside her. Fuck me she cried, pushing her fingers in hard and frantically rubbing herself. With a loud groan she came, her hips bucking up against her hands and her legs opening and closing, trapping them between her thighs. As she lay panting on the bed, she wondered how many more times she would make herself cum waiting for tomorrow to arrive.

“It’s all arranged.” She told him as she entered the bedroom, shedding her clothes as she walked towards the bed. As she reached the edge, he pulled aside the covers for her and she climbed in, her hand going immediately to his engorged member.

“Are you excited about fucking two nice pussies?” she asked, stroking his cock slowly. He didn’t need to answer; as soon as she had put the image in his mind his cock had gone rigid in her grasp. Aroused, his mouth went to her breast and his hand slid between her legs. Sucking her hard nipple, his fingers parted her wet pussy lips to get to the already aroused swampy cunt between them. His finger slid into her flooded opening and then dragged her wetness up and over her hard throbbing clit. Starting to moan with pleasure, her hand on his cock pulled faster with her growing excitement. Abandoning her clit, he pushed two fingers up inside her, fucking her hard and fast with them.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned, gripping his cock tight as his fingers aroused her insides making her want to cum badly. Incited by her moans, he thrust them into her even faster and harder.

Fuck me! Stick your cock in me! She yelled, desperate, needing to cum. He pushed her onto her back, forced her legs wide and climbed between them. Guiding his cock with his hand, he pushed his hard cock inside her.

“Oh yes!” she cried out, drawing her legs up and stretching them wide as he pushed deep into her wet aching cunt.

“Fuck me!” she panted as he thrust hard between her legs, driving himself into her, his thick shaft glistening with her wetness sliding in and out between her parted lips.

“Oh God, I’m going to cum.” she cried out. So was he, his straining cock rubbing inside her had him on the edge. Frantically he fucked her, ramming himself against her pussy, every inch of him buried in her cunt.

“Oh God!” she cried, her whole body quivering and her pussy squirting hard as she came. With a roar; cum rushed from his balls and he froze inside her, his jerking cock pumping out thick squirts of his cum deep inside her belly. He lay on top of her, both of them panting, his cock softening inside her. The mood had been set for the rest of the afternoon and she was not letting him out of her grasp until she had sated the hungry beast between her legs.

“You look very attractive today.” He Ordu Escort said to her, dressed in his suit, holding the rear door of the car open.

“Thank you.” She said, a little uncomfortably as she climbed into the back of the limo, careful not to look at the crotch that had her so aroused. Even as she sat in the back seat she was wet. He climbed into the driver’s seat and they set off.

“Looking forward to the afternoon?” he asked as they drove.

“Sort of.” She replied nervously. She had never had a threesome. Her husband had always kept her for himself. She didn’t know what to expect.

“You look a bit tense.” He said, looking at her through the rear vision mirror.

“I am a bit. I’ve never done this before.” She told him.

“I can cure that.”

“I wish you would.” She said.

Spotting a deserted layby, he pulled off the rod. Turning off the limo, he got out of the car and walked to the back door. Opening it, he climbed in beside her, closing the door behind him. Before she could speak, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his long cock. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. As she started at his thickening shaft, he reached across and slid his hand under her skirt and down inside the front of her panties. Excited, she took his cock in her hand. It was so fucking thick and heavy in herb grasp. He legs parted for his hand and his fingers were soon inside her pussy lips exploring the wetness between them. She moaned aloud when he found her clit, her hand starting to move along his cock. Slowly, he rubbed her clit with his fingertip, stroking and rolling it until she was writhing in the seat aroused and ready to cum.

“Oh fuck.” she moaned when he touched her flooded opening, rubbing it before returning once again to her had throbbing clit.

“You want to cum don’t you.” He told her, stroking her pussy.

“Yessss.” She moaned, her chest heaving and pulling his cock harder. His fingers rubbed faster. Fuck, her pussy was squirting, drenching his fingers with her wetness.

“Oh God!” she cried out with trembling legs, her hips rising off the seat as she came against his hand. He stroked her gently before removing his hand from her saturated panties. Reluctantly, she let go of his cock and he put it back in his pants and zipped up.

“Is that better?” he asked smiling at her.

“Fuck yes.” She panted, looking very relaxed. “Thank you.”

Back in the driver’s seat, they set off again. Sitting in the back, she was now looking forward to the afternoon. The orgasm that was still jerking her belly had done nothing to quell her cunt’s desire for his hard cock inside it. She sat back amazed at what he did to her. No one had ever soaked her panties like that. In the front seat, he sniffed his fingers. Her scent was all over them. Fuck she smelled good. So good it had precum oozing from the eye of his cock inside his pants. It was going to be a very good afternoon. Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up outside the front door of his employer’s house.

“Come in.” she greeted her with a beaming smile. “I hope you are ready for a fun day.”

“I am.” She replied, omitting to tell her the fun day had already started. They all went into the living room and he poured each of them a drink. As they chatted, both women were openly showing their keenness for his cock by giving him glimpses of the panties between their parted thighs. He noted with satisfaction the dark wet patch on the front of their guest’s pair. He was also receiving little shared secret looks from her that didn’t go unnoticed by his employer.

“What’s with you and her?” she asked him in the kitchen as they prepared nibbles.

“She was looking a bit apprehensive so I gave her a little finger action in the car.” He told her.

“Good job, she looks keen as mustard now.” She said before walking out with a tray of `snacks.

After a few drinks and with wet pussies, the women decided it was time for the fun to start. With great anticipation they followed him to his room. Inside, the TV was on, playing a porno on low volume. On the screen, two men were fucking a woman, one at each end, their cocks in her mouth and pussy. Standing by the bed, they all stripped in silence, both women unable to take their eyes off the thick long cock sticking out half hard in front of him, their wet cunts longing to feel it inside them. Taking their guest by the hand, he laid her on her back on the bed. Attached to each corner was a Velcro tie and together, he and his employer tied her down spread eagled.

“You’ll like this.” He told her reassuringly as he placed a blindfold over her eyes.

“You’re right.” She said tying the last of the woman’s wrists. “She has got a lovely cunt.” Spread eagled, the puffy outer lips were just parted with a hint of the inner ones showing. Between them at the top, the woman’s already aroused clit stood out proud. At the base was her dark wet opening just begging to be licked.

He picked up what looked like a paint brush but was in fact a feather masturbator Ordu Escort Bayan with a triangular shaped feather at one end. Standing by then bed, he brushed the feather around one nipple and then the other, being careful not to touch the nipple itself. She shivered at the touch, unable to see where the next one would come. Slowly, he worked around each nipple and finally stroked each hard one. The feather touched her just below her nose and brushed down over her lips and chin, down her neck and over her stomach stopping just above her pussy. He softly dragged it down one leg and up the other and then softly up the inside of each thigh stopping once again just short of her pussy. She was breathing hard with excitement and anticipation. Across the room watching on , she had her hand between her legs, imagining what the woman on the bed was feeling. The feather brushed across the mound above her pussy, then up each side of it, not touching her lips. Over and over, he lightly stroked around her pussy until she was pushing it up, aching to be touched.

“Oh fuck.” She moaned with the agony of it being so close but not touching her throbbing cunt. As he continued the torture, his boss walked to the bed and bent, licking each of her hard nipples once.

“Oh God!” she cried, aching for some relief. So aroused but unable to reach orgasm. He brushed one stroke of the feather up the middle of her pussy.

“Oh fuck!” she yelled, jolting at the touch, waiting for the next one. He let seconds tick by and then did it again.

“Oh please, make by cunt cum>” she begged, pushing it up hard, trying to tempt them into touching it again. One more stroke up her lips and over her clit.

“Fuck! Fuck!” she sobbed, thrusting up hard, so close to the orgasm that was just out of reach.

Knowing what would please them both, he silently summoned his boss and whispered to her. She slid onto the bed between her legs and started to softly lick her pussy. Her own legs were spread wide giving him a lovely look at her wet parted pussy from behind.

“Oh shit! Oh fuck! Lick me!” she cried with pleasure, the tongue on her pussy rocketing her towards orgasm. The tongue licking her delved deeper between her lips and scraped over her hard clit faster.

“Oh God, Fuck!” she screamed, writhing and shaking violently on the bed, her body wracked by a massive orgasm as her pussy gushed hard into the mouth licking her.

“Oh fuck!” she gasped, trying hard to breathe with her chest heaving and her belly jerking in spasms.

When he took off her blindfold, the first thing she saw was his employer between her legs smiling with her wetness dripping off her chin and her big round breasts dangling in front of her. She was surprised it wasn’t him licking her, but who cared; she really fucking knew how to lick pussy. As she watched, the woman between her legs rose up and straddling her, slid up until she was sat, her ass on her breasts and her pussy just inches from her face, so close she could smell her arousal. At the same time, he released the ankle binds and took her place between the spread legs on the bed. Bending her legs and pushing them wide apart, he guided his cock to her pussy and pushed inside.

“Oh God.” she cried out as his thick hard cock slid deep inside her. Blocked from her sight by the woman sitting on her chest he began to thrust into her wet yearning pussy.

“Oh yes, fuck me!” she moaned, feeling his hardness plumbing the depths of her aching cunt. The woman on top slid forward, pressing her wet pussy to her mouth. Aroused by cock up her cunt and the smell of pussy, she lapped at it hungrily, licking into the wet opening and over the excited hard clit. Both women were now moaning, his boss rubbing her cunt over the others face. The legs either side of him were started to quiver.

“Oh God!” came the cry from the other end of the bed as she came again.

Desperate to cum herself, his boss quickly slid back down the body under her and raised her cunt into the air. With the women locked mouth to mouth, their breasts pressed together, he knelt up and slid his cock into his boss and started fucking her from behind. Ramming against her ass, he drove his cock as deep inside her as he could. From underneath, the lovely chubby reached up and started rubbing her clit. She started to cum pushing back hard onto him, his rigid cock and the rubbing fingers cunt flood and her legs shake. Her squeezing cunt brought on his own numbness and he slammed against her as his cock erupted in her drenched pussy. Still hard, he tore his cock from her contracting cunt and pushed back into the one below it. Consumed with a need to cum again, he feverously thrust into it until he groaned out loud, his cum rushing from his balls for a second time. Slipping out of her his cock spent, he sat back on his haunches and admired his handiwork as the two wet pussies in front of him started to leak cum with every contraction inside them.

“I’m still fucking horny.” Said their guest, reaching down Escort Ordu and slipping a finger in between her puffy outer lips as they lay, sprawled on the bed. Keen for more of her delicious pussy, his boss knelt beside her legs, coaxed them apart and slipped two fingers inside her. Slowly, she started fucking her with them. He watched as her fingers slid in and out of her wet cunt, covered in thick globs of his cum and wetness. Not wanting to be left out, he slid across to the other side and removing the fingers on her clit, replaced them with his own. Both of them started to rub and finger fuck her aching horny cunt and soon she was moaning, stretching her legs wide and pushing her pussy up against their fingers. They both stared at her delightful cunt as they rubbed and fucked her faster; lost in how fucking good it looked.

“Oh my God!” she moaned, her cunt on fire, her orgasm building fast. Caught up in her excitement, they both rubbed and pulled themselves, wanting to cum with her.

“Do my cunt! Fuck me!” she yelled at them, her orgasm so close, desperate to cum.

“Fuck it! Fuck it!” she implored them, squeezing her own nipples, twisting them in total arousal.

“Fucking hell, oh fuck!” Her hips pushed up hard, jerking as her cunt squirted over the fingers inserted in her. Her legs quivered as she thrust up against them up again and again, trying to fuck them, wanting them deep in her cunt. Still pulling his hard cock, he was desperate to cum again. In a frenzy, he looked for the best place to put is cock. Scrambling over the guests legs, he pushed his boss onto her side and thrust his quivering cock inside her. She squealed with pleasure as his thick long manhood took her deeply, fucking her hard. Again and again he rammed his cock into her until, his body shaking with excitement, he pulled out and with a roar of release, squirted his cum all over her pussy. In an instant, the woman on the bed was right there, licking up all his cum and lapping at the pussy it was dripping off. She came again with the warm rhythmic tongue cleaning between her legs. Kneeling on the bed, their guest looked at him smiling with cum all over her mouth and chin while his boss lay on the bed recovering from another hard orgasm. Fuck! They were done for now. Time for a well-earned drink they decided.

Sprawled out in the living room, the women with their legs open and him with his soft long cock dangling between his legs, they sipped at their fresh cooling drinks. The two women were together on the sofa and he watched as they gently stroked and fondled each other, every now and then kissing. They seem to have hit it off he thought. It’s a shame it took so long. One had obviously lusted after the other for a long time and the other had no idea how much she would enjoy a woman’s body. I think they may be firm friends to come he thought to himself.

“Excuse me ladies, there is a cock here too you know.” He said pretending to sulk.

“Awwwwww.” They replied laughing. “Don’t worry; it’ll be top of the list later when it’s hard.” They told him. As much as they loved girl-on-girl, they loved thick long hard cock more.

“Oh, and you better give him a nice big tip.” She told her guest.

“Only if he gives me a nice big tip first.” She replied laughing. Nice big tip of his cock.

Suddenly, the petting on the couch became more intense, the two women rubbing harder between each other’s legs, free hands grabbing at breasts as they kissed. They were both moaning, arousing each other, feeding off each other’s excitement. He looked on, the sight of them making out arousing his flaccid cock. He gripped his cock as the rubbing and finger fucking became more urgent, both women needing to cum. His hand stroked the length of his cock, precum leaking from its tip. His pulse was racing, his breathing labored as he pulled his straining cock. Without warning their guest slid off the couch and moved between the others legs. His boss slid to the edge of the cushion opening her legs wide, giving her total access to the wet aching pussy between them. On her knees, the guest bent forward pressing her face between the open thighs. Hungrily she licked at the parted pussy, sliding her tongue from opening to clit, lapping at the wetness, greedy for every drop.

“Oh God.” She moaned, the tongue between her legs driving her insane with pleasure. The kneeling woman had a hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy, just as excited as the cunt she was licking.

“Oh fuck!” she cried, reaching down and crushing the head between her legs to her pussy. Both women were cumming together, one gushing into the others mouth and the other, bouncing up and down, humping the two fingers inserted inside wet cunt. It was all he could do to stop himself cumming. Right on the edge he released his cock, straining to fight off the orgasm that was starting. Even though he managed to stop it, two huge drops of cum spilt from the eye of his cock. Still on her knees, the guest was now finger fucking his boss and lapping at her clit again. His cock jerking with excitement, he watched as his boss came again quickly. Holy fuck it was exciting watching them. He had wanted so badly to pull his cock and just cum all over them. Noticing his straining hard cock his boss looked at the woman between her legs.

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I’m just getting off work from Staff Duty, and I have some time, so I let you know I’m swinging by while you’re staying in town. I haven’t had a chance to change out of my uniform yet, so I’m still all dressed up in this ridiculous monkey suit when I knock on your hotel room door. You surprise me when you open it, however, because you have a camera in your hand, already recording.

“What’s that for?” I ask, with a slight grin on my face.

“Nothing,” you respond coyly, drawing out the syllables to sound innocent.

You turn the camera in your hand to capture our kiss as your lips meet mine, but then you pan down to where your hand has descended between my legs, and is massaging my cock through my trousers. I smile through our kiss as I close the door behind me. I take the camera from your hand as you slowly descend to your knees. You continue to look up at me, making eye contact and smiling mischievously as you pull my cock out past the buttons of my pants and flick your tongue against me.

Within moments you’re taking me into your throat, moaning, sliding up and down my shaft fluidly. I’m holding the camera level with you off to my left, but I move it up to look down at you. I’m very turned on, both by using the camera, and by your assertiveness. I really enjoy watching you show off as you stroke me and use your tongue on my balls.

When you’re satisfied with my arousal, you stand up, smile at me, wrap your fingers tightly around my cock and lead me to the bedroom. I sit down at the edge of the bed and watch you with the camera Beylikdüzü Escort as you slowly undress for me, playing with your breasts, or turning slowly, as your clothes gradually fall away from you. You move past me, crawling on to the bed on your hands and knees, and looking back at me, you grin as your fingers slide between your legs. You lay your face down in the blankets, but continue to look back at me while you please yourself in such a graphic manner.

I place my hand on your hip, and roll you on to your back. After handing you the camera, I pull off my uniform top and tshirt, exposing my chest. Then, I lower my lips down to you and guide your legs over my arms, pulling you closer as I go down on you. You try to hold the camera steady as my tongue flicks across your clit. Your breasts rise and fall as your breathing quickens, and my hands slide up to squeeze them. Your free hand slides through my hair, claws at my back, and pulls at me, wanting me inside you.

As i rise up, I take the camera from you again, and look down at your exposed body. I move my knees under your hips, bringing your body up against mine. You touch yourself, then touch me, getting my hard cock wet and ready to penetrate you. Your heels press against my hips, encouraging me. With one hand, I capture the intensity of the moment, and with the other, I guide the tip of my penis into you. Moving my hips forward insistently, you feel the full length of me smoothly entering you. Your breasts look gorgeous, bouncing with each thrust, especially Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan as you close your eyes and play with them. While one hand remains there, the other slides down between your legs, teasing yourself and showing off for the camera even more. You feel wonderful, and I love looking down at your face, watching how much you enjoy making love to me.

I tell you to get on your hands and knees as i pull away from you. You make a disappointed sound as I pull out of you, but you’re quick to flip over and excited to get me back inside you. When I thrust into you, I raise one leg up so that I’m on one knee, kneeling. This allows me to penetrate you very deeply, which, while sometimes slightly painful for you, feels amazing. My free hand moves from your hip, around you tor breasts, then to your hair, pulling you back on to me. I look down at you with the camera, then move off to the side to show how you push back against me, and to see the expression on your face as my hips connect with yours. Then, I move it back behind us and under my raised leg, displaying very graphically our copulation.

I reach over and set the camera off to the side, and focus both my hands on you. I pull your hair harder, making you arch your back and rise up. Then I grab you by the throat and pull you up on to your knees with your back against my chest. I squeeze, and sink my teeth between your neck and shoulder. My thrusts, at a very steep angle, increase in frequency. You cry out and your hands grab at me, but instead of Escort Beylikdüzü slowing down, I move my body more forcefully against yours. My mouth alternates between kissing you softly, and biting at your flesh. While one hand still holds your throat tightly, the other slides down between your legs. I lean back, resting my weight on my heels so you can’t move forward and squirm away. I can feel you getting close, and as you climax, I moan in response to your muscles tightening, and I hold your body against mine, enveloping you in my arms.

Finally, I release my grip on you, and you fall back to your hands and knees. I withdraw from you, and you turn around, sitting up, taking me in your mouth again and tasting your fluids on me as I continue to kneel. I take the camera in hand again, and between licking your way up my shaft and kissing the inside of my thigh, you whisper that you want to feel my cum on you. You continue to use your tongue on my balls as my free hand strokes my cock. You feel wonderful, and I’m so turned on, I can feel myself getting close quickly. I struggle to hold the camera steady, but within a couple minutes I can feel it approaching imminently.

I whisper for you to close your eyes, and you comply, though a soft, satisfied smile still plays upon your lips. With a low moan from me, you feel wet warmth against your cheek, then against your lips, and finally your chin. Cum continues to shoot out across your breasts as your eyes open tentatively, wanting to watch me continue to orgasm. You take me in your mouth, catching the remaining liquid, and I struggle to hold still. I’m very sensitive, and your tongue makes me squirm. You wink at the camera, then reach up, take it from me, turn it off, set it to the side, and pull me down to you. I whisper how much I enjoyed that and you laugh softly, whispering back “I can tell.”

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