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THE VOYEUR’S SURPRISE

“Well.” I thought to myself, “Let’s see what Jennie is up to this Saturday afternoon in June.”

I stood by the upstairs window that overlooked our neighbor’s backyard pool. Jennie Carson was my obession since we moved in here a couple of years ago. The next door neighbors’ college-age daughter who came home each summer to bum by their pool as soon as the weather turned warm. I managed to see her more than several times sunbathing in a thong bikini while her parents worked at the hardware store they ran in town.

“Jeezus.” I said to myself as I spied her on the chaise lounge completely nude this time. No bikini top or bottom for Jennie, I thought lasciviously, as I watched her reclining face down on the chaise. “What a great ass!” I thought as my hand went instinctively to my growing hard-on inside my chinos. I marveled at the sight below my vantage point.

Jennie’s lean, athletic body was breathtaking. Her long brown hair spilled atop her shoulder blades as she reclined. Her back was a soft curve that flared at her hips, flattened by her prostrate position on the chaise and exposed her soft, tight bubble butt. Below the confluence of her naked ass and pair of lean thighs, her legs stretched long and lithe as the former high school athlete she had been, ending in cute ankles and soft, upturned bare soles, with long toes pointed straight over the end of the lounge.

Thank heavens that my wife and my own teen daughter were out shopping on this gloriously warm Saturday. I could wank here in peace and quiet as I looked at Jennie’s ass in full view.

As I started to unbuckle my belt, unbutton, and unzip my pants, Jennie seemed to awake from a daytime doze and began to roll over. “Even better!” I screamed in my own head. “Let’s see that pussy.” I thought as I fumbled for my cock in my boxers.

I got a firm grip on my cock as the beauty next door slowly rolled over.

“What the fuck!?” I said out loud into our empty house.

It wasn’t Jennie on the chaise. It was a dude. I mean a young man. He tousled his long brown hair as he settled himself to sunbathe on his back. His soft cock dangled across his right thigh. He opened his legs a few inches and I saw his scrotum sitting like peaches between his thighs.

I was surprised at his likeness to Jennie, the object of my obsession for these two years. He had the same body type as the next door neighbors’ daughter, right down to her long brown hair, thin waist, and long legs. And her ass. I should say HIS ass. Yeah, I thought that to myself as I continued watching this young guy stretch out nude on the chaise below my vantage point. He had a girl’s ass.

As I continued watching, though my hard-on had gone soft, Jennie herself appeared walking from their sliding glass doors from the kitchen with a tall glass of ice-water for the newcomer. She laughed and said something that I imagined had something to do with his nudity. She handed him the glass and bent down to kiss his forehead between the long brown strands that framed his face. Jennie looked as good as always in gym shorts and a small top but she retreated quickly back to the house and I was left looking down on this…this guy laying naked on her chaise.

I heard our driveway door open and my wife and daughter entered laughing about something. “Jack? Are you upstairs?” My wife Paula called.

“Yeah.” I yelled down as I darted to the bathroom to pull up my pants and tuck my softened cock back where it should be on a Saturday afternoon. I ran some water and splashed and dried my face. I made sure I looked OK, then went downstairs.

Paula and my daughter, Erika, were still laughing about some shared joke as they arranged their shopping bags on the kitchen counter.

“We’re going to make some lunch. You want something?” Paula asked, looking at me strangely. “You look a little red, Jack. Are you feeling alright?” She asked as she bent into the ‘fridge.

“Oh, yeah, I was out in the backyard and it’s too warm for this time of year.” I lied.

I looked at Erika, our daughter, and said a silent thanks that she wasn’t as hot as Jennie next door. I don’t know if I could handle having a smoking hot daughter in my own house. Erika was pretty and she was smart but she wasn’t anything like Jennie. “What did you girls buy today?” I asked in what I hoped was a normal tone of voice after my upstairs voyeur surprise.

“Dad! Check it out.” Erika said dipping into one of the bags on the kitchen counter. She pulled out a tiny dress with red and white colors. “It’s perfect for my sweet sixteen!” She screeched.

“Oh, great.” I thought. Now Erika is going to start wearing tight, tiny dresses. “Hey, nice.” I lied again.

“You should have seen her, Jack, she looked stunning.” Paula said over her shoulder as she assembled our lunch on the far end of the counter.

“I bet you did, E.” I said, hoping to sound enthusiastic.

“I’ll try it on and model it.” Erika said and ran off upstairs.

“Be back in time for lunch.” Alanya Escort Paula yelled at our retreating daughter.

“Isn’t that a little skimpy?” I asked my wife.

“What? No, that’s what girls wear now. Don’t fret.” Paula answered.

Paula had the lunch spread out and called upstairs. “Erika! Lunch!”

I heard her bounding down the stairs and she was in the doorway of the kitchen. “Hey, I’m here.” She yelled to get our attention.

Erika struck a pose in the short dress and she looked magnificent. She had quickly applied some makeup and she looked like someone else. She looked like Jennie next door. I had never before compared her to another girl, yet here she was with her own long brown hair fluffed in the same style as Jennie. Erika’s body was less developed at fifteen but it was a close match to the beauty next door. “Oh, dear, Jeezus, what is happening today?” I wondered to myself.

Paula said, “Erika, get some iced tea, if you want something to drink.”

Erika went to the ‘fridge and bent inside to retrieve the pitcher. Before she turned around, I had a good look at her ass bent over in the new tight dress. “I shouldn’t.” I said to myself and quickly turned my head to smile at Paula and grab the sandwich makings.

“Mom, I love this dress!” Erika shrieked as she sipped her iced tea and reached for the tomato slices.

“I’m glad you like it. It looks great on you. Don’t you think so, Jack?” Paula asked me.

“Erika, it’s very nice but it is awfully short and tight.” I said with a wag of my head.

“Da-a-a-d.” She whined.

Paula laughed. “She’s growing up, Jack. She’s a young woman now.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” I answered ruefully.

“Oh, pish-tosh.” Erika said, using a phrase she must have picked up from some old movie.

I made my sandwich and didn’t look up again.

Paula made a tomato slice and lettuce sandwich. She’s always watching her weight and she’s a good-looking 38 year old woman. Her daughter – my daughter – was now beginning to show the signs of becoming a stunner too. Erika simply ate tomato slices and nibbled at a single piece of rye bread. We ate in silence and I think Paula and Erika had picked up on my absence of mind.

“Hey, Mom?” Erika asked with a reluctant beseeching-ness in her voice. “Can we go out again and buy some shoes? I need something new to go with this dress. Can we?” She asked.

Paula chuckled, looked over at Erika and said, “Sure, I’ll take you to Cloverleaf.”

“Can I wear my dress?” Erika piped up quickly.

“No.” I said with authority. “You’re not wearing that to the mall.”

“Oh, Daddy, I need shoes, see?” She propped one bare foot up on the countertop and wiggled her toes at me.

I took a deep breath. Her bare feet and soles reminded me of Jennie’s bare feet that I was just looking at earlier. I mean the young man’s feet who looked like Jennie. “Damn, this is getting too weird.” I thought to myself.

“Go and buy all the shoes you want but you’re not wearing that dress.” I said with what I hoped would be finality.

“Deal.” Erika said and giggled at her partial victory. With that, she hopped off the kitchen stool and tore back upstairs to change.

“Jack, don’t be a downer. She’s so excited.” Paula said.

“She’s never dressed like that before. It…alarms me.” I said with caution in my voice.

“She’s a good girl and she’s beautiful. Don’t be one of those Dads.” Paula said as she cleared the lunch and dropped plates in the sink. “I’ll watch out for her. We’ll be out for awhile, if that’s OK.” She said.

“Yep, OK.” I said in a defeated voice. “Try not to break the bank, OK?”

Erika reappeared in her normal weekend summer togs and flip flops and she and Paula went back out to the car.

Once they were gone and the car disappeared around the corner of our street, I raced back upstairs to see what was going on at the pool next door. The young man was still lying on his back with his soft but surprisingly long penis draped over his thigh. He appeared to be sleeping. I studied the anonymous visitor. I envied his long, youthful cock and the tight young body he displayed without embarrassment as he dozed naked in sight of me and the other near neighbors. He had a lean but soft face with high cheekbones and pouty lips. His long hair seemed perfectly natural for the rest of his body, even if it seemed somewhat effeminate. “Did I ever look that good when I was his age (which I figured was close to Jennie’s, somewhere between 19 and very early 20’s)? Probably not.” I thought despondently.

Suddenly, he seemed to awake and moved his cock from the right thigh to the left. Then reclined his head again and shut his eyes. I felt my own middle-aged cock stir when he rearranged his tool. “Holy mother. I’m getting turned on.” I thought, more subconsciously than consciously but the realization was apparent, as I started to get wood looking at the naked guy below me. I undid my belt and trousers as I had done earlier.

I trained Alanya Escort Bayan my eyes over every inch of the dude’s body, from long hair and pretty face, to his thin, toned torso, to the gorgeous (yes, gorgeous) cock splayed over his thigh, to the long sinewy legs and, yes, delicate, feet. Suddenly, I spied Jennie skipping out from the glass doors of the Carson house. She was now in her swimsuit, a skimpy bikini top and skimpier bottom that I knew from experience was a thong. She leaned over the guy and I had a perfect view of her full, young woman’s bosom, as she bent down to kiss him on the mouth.

The dude shook himself awake as Jennie giggled over him. Then she placed a towel on the wooden deck and got on her knees at the midsection of the reclining guy. In an expert and flawless motion, she scooped the dude’s cock up and immediately sucked it into her mouth. Despite his length, she managed to go deep so that she was fully throating the guy.

“Motherfucker.” I softly mouthed the word aloud from my own private lookout perch.

Jennie began to slowly blow the guy, always going deep when she pushed her head down. The dude seemed totally nonchalant about this awesome act and simply rubbed one of her bare shoulders as Jennie bobbed up and down, focused on giving head.

I had my cock in my hand now and stroking for all I was worth.

Jennie turned her face up to the dude and said something and giggled. Then she went back down on him. After several more deepthroats, the guy seemed to finally come alive and tousled her hair as she buried her face over that long cock and stayed low for awhile. She retreated maybe halfway back up his pole then he tapped her head twice. Jennie went down and stayed there as the dude raised his ass from the chaise and I saw him shiver. He was coming as she stayed glued deep on his cock.

“Holy, fuck!” I cried into the silence of our upstairs hallway as I felt myself beginning to come.

I watched Jennie closely and I could see her cheeks puff out and suck, puff out and suck, as she took the guy’s load deep into her mouth. Finally, she pulled off the guy’s cock where it stood at attention of its own accord as she threw her head backward and I saw her gulp the last of his jizz down her throat. She fell back on top of his thigh and laughed with shaking shoulders.

“Fuckin’-A.” I whispered to myself as I cupped the meager amounts of my own cum that I had caught in my free hand.

I watched a few more minutes. “Maybe she’ll fuck him.” I thought.

But then the dude got up and Jennie ran with bouncing thong-ass to the glass doors before him as they disappeared into the house. “Damnit.” I breathed to myself, certain that Jennie was going to get plowed with that long cock and I would not be able to watch.

I washed up in the bathroom, then went back to the window where I had jerked off to make sure no incriminating sperm had flown or dropped on the surroundings. Satisfied that I had left no evidence, I sauntered downstairs and out to the backyard. I walked to the far end of our yard and turned around, keeping a trained eye on the Carson house hoping I could spy some glimpse of Jennie and her visitor through an open window. No luck. It was almost a relief as I began to feel shame at my voyeurism and the idea I jerked off to the sight of another guy’s cock even before Jennie had given the most amazing blowjob I had ever witnessed outside of a porn video.

I moped back into the house, took a whizz to relieve my aching balls and bladder, and settled on the couch to watch a baseball game on the TV. I kept thinking about the dude, then Jennie, then the dude, then Jennie’s awesome blowjob on the dude. It was like a continuous loop in my head that I couldn’t shake. “Who is that guy?” I wondered. I found myself touching my soft cock in my trousers as I remembered the sight of him laying naked, cock exposed, on the Carson’s chaise lounge. It was almost enough to crowd out the thought of Jennie in her thong giving head to him. I must have dozed off with these thoughts in my tired and frustrated head.

THE WHITE DRESS AND STRIPPER HEELS

The sound of the door opening with the soft chimes of our alarm system dinging brought me back to the world again. “Daddy! I’m home!” Erika’s voice cried as I heard her clunking in from the driveway entrance through the laundry room. I heard Paula’s step, closing the door behind them.

I stirred up from the couch, leaning back in a wiped-out seated posture in the deep sofa cushions. I looked up at the side entrance of the family room. Erika was standing there smiling from ear to ear. She started to do a little dance as I shook the cobwebs from my sleepy head. Paula appeared standing behind Erika.

“Don’t be mad, Jack.” Paula said sternly.

I sat bolt upright as I saw my daughter clearly now. She was wearing another skintight and very short dress in brilliant white. She threw a leg out and shook it. She had on a pair of sky-high, white platform sandals. She Escort Alanya ran into the family room and preened for me, throwing one leg back and up so I could see her new shoes.

“Daddy, they are divine. Thank you so much!” She cried and then ran towards me on the couch where she planted a wet kiss on my cheek.

“Erika.” I said, still head-groggy but with a growing alarm at what she was wearing.

“Jack, before you say anything…” Paula started.

“What are you WEARING?!” I cried to my wife and daughter, looking at one, then the other.

“Oh, Daddy.” Erika said simply as she continued her sexy circuit around the family room.

“Jack, she looks very nice. I know it’s…different. But this is what girls wear today.” Paula said in a measured voice.

“I’m smokin’ hot!” Erika shrieked as she strutted around the room.

“No, you’re not, young lady!” I said loudly.

“Erika, go upstairs and try on your other dress to see if the shoes go with it.” Paula said to our daughter.

“Yeah, I’ll be back in a flash.” Erika said and bolted to the stairs.

After she was safely out of earshot, I said, “Paula, she’s wearing stripper shoes. And that dress is almost see-through. What were you thinking?” I said dejectedly.

Paula sat on the couch with a thud. “Jack, you have no idea what it’s like with girls today.”

“Yes, I do.” I said, thinking of Jennie next door, giving head to a strange, albeit virile and beautiful, visitor.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is for a smart girl in a school with a bunch of bimbos?” Paula asked flatly.

“So you want to turn her into a bimbo?” I asked astounded, and looked at my wife.

“Jack…” She started.

“Return the shoes and the dress, Paula. She’s not wearing that anywhere, even at home.” I said.

“Well,” Paula started. “She wore the dress and shoes out of the store so there is no returning them.”

“And you let her?” I asked incredulously.

“Jack. She needs this. I know. As a woman. She needs to feel good about her body.” Paula said softly.

“Paula, I could see her nipples.” I whispered, remembering how they protruded through the stretched-thin white spandex material.

Paula looked down at her lap. “Sometimes…” She said.

“Paula, do you want her to show her tits and wear stripper heels on her sixteenth birthday?” I asked, still whispering.

“We have a couple weeks for her to get over it. I can get her back to normal in time for the party.” Paula said unconvincingly.

Before we could continue any further, Erika came bounding down the stairs in her original red and white mini-dress and now a new pair of platform shoes that may have been even more rakishly high than the white ones she bounced in with.

“Mom and Dad. Thank you for all this.” She said proudly, as she posed for us like some girl in a hiphop video.

Erika was now wearing dark red lipgloss and darker makeup than her first appearance. When she hit a pose that stuck her ass out in the tight red and white dress, her feet propped on a pair of scarlet platform sandals, I went weak. “Fuck. She’s a piece of ass.” Which is what I would have said about any woman who looked like Erika did at that moment. I tried to erase that thought from my head.

I got up from the couch and walked upstairs.

“Daddy?” Erika asked expectantly as I took the stairs.

I heard Paula comfort my daughter and tell her, “It’s OK, Daddy is tired.”

Before I went to our bedroom, I took a quick peek out the window above the Carson’s patio. It was empty. “So much the better.” I thought to myself. The image of my daughter’s nipples, ass, and long legs in stripper heels now haunted my thoughts to join Jennie and the dude next door in my erotic thoughts.

Later, after I napped again and cooled down, I spent time with Paula and Erika, who had thankfully changed into her nighttime attire of sweatpants and tee shirt and we had an early dinner and watched a movie on the cable channel. My head was still swimming with the images of Jennie, the dude next door, and my own daughter’s sexy attire on this surprising day.

I decided to turn in early and hoped it would all be over when I awoke. Instead, Paula came upstairs early herself and began undressing quietly while I laid in bed pretending to be asleep. Paula stripped off her daytime attire and let herself naked into the bed next to me. She rustled about for a bit and turned towards me. “Jack.” She whispered. “I know you’re not asleep.” She said as she laid her hand on my stomach beneath the sheet.

I tried to feign sleep but Paula knew me too well. “Jack, let’s talk about it.” She said quietly.

“What?” I said in a fake dreamy, sleepy voice.

“Erika.” Paula said simply,

“What about Erika?” I asked, still faking sleepiness.

“She looked sexy today, didn’t she?” My wife asked in a whisper.

“No.” I lied to her.

“Jack, c’mon,” She said as she lowered her hand beneath the sheet to touch my manhood atop my boxer shorts.

“I don’t want her to look like…a strumpet.” I said feeling old-fashioned as Paula rubbed my cock,

“Jack, as a guy, you have to admit she looked pretty sexy today in her new dresses and shoes.” Paula said as she nestled into my chest and rubbed my cock in the boxers.

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Louise had long legs and long, shiny blonde hair. To be honest, when I first met her in the office I didn’t much like the look of her. “Not bad, but too tall,” I thought. “Not my kind of girl.” Not that she wasn’t pretty, you understand, but she was two years older and two inches taller than me. Girls get away with being short, guys, well, who likes their guys to be tucked under their chin? Anyway, like I said to begin with, I ruled her out and maybe that’s why we became friends.

We’d go for lunch, picking up sandwiches together, laughing at our lack of inventiveness (mine was ham and cheese, for Louise, chicken salad), and sometimes extending the walk to delay going back to the office. She’d tell me about her boss and how she felt she wasn’t being taken seriously (at twenty-six, she was still one of the youngest of the middle-management) and I’d moan about how my career didn’t seem to be going anywhere (now, of course, I realise that that’s not so unusual). We’d sympathise with each other, then head back to the office and wade through another afternoon of drudgery. We didn’t socialise away from work, though we often talked about her boyfriend (serious) and my flings (much less so).

Louise and her boyfriend, Kevin, had been dating for about a year. He seemed like a reasonable guy, had his faults, just like anyone I guess. He was quite traditional – he didn’t like her working late, but worked weekends – and seemed a bit selfish but I guess that I only ever heard one side of the story. It can’t have been that bad because when he proposed (cack-handed, and over smoochy) she said yes.

To my surprise, I was invited to the reception. I went with my then girlfriend, who I’d only known for about a week. She was young but unfortunately unimpressionable. My attempts to corrupt her having met with little success, I was starting to get bored, so my eyes were roving. I guess my girlfriend felt the same, anyhow within half an hour we had ‘lost’ each other.

The reception was held in a local hotel which had been converted from an old manor house, which meant lots of medium sized rooms rather than one large hall. Kevin’s family had money and they both had good jobs, so they had booked the entire hotel. I guess that might be why I was invited.

The party itself was a pretty dull affair. Too many old women and far too many guys. I ended up wandering from room to room, drink in hand. In one room I found Louise, still dressed in her white dress, dancing with a girlfriend. I leaned against the wall and watched her tall, thin body moving to the Latin American beat and suddenly felt faint. I couldn’t look away from Alanya Escort Louise, her long hair floating in front of her face as she twisted and swayed in time to the music. What was it that drew me to her now? The music? The sway of her hips? Or that white dress, forbidden and out of reach? Whatever it was, as she giggled and downed a shot of tequila, I wanted her. I watched as she danced some more and followed as she and her friend headed out of the French windows, avoiding the crowd and heading to the bar in the next room.

Once there, they both downed another shot of tequila and I saw Kevin leaning against the bar, definitely the worse for wear. Louise bent down and kissed him; deep, long, sickening. He hardly responded. She pulled back, giggling with her friend.

Her friend tapped her on the arm and indicated the dance floor, but Louise shook her head. Pulling at her dress she pulled a face and said something, but I couldn’t hear what it was. She pointed to Kevin and whispered something in her friend’s ear. They both giggled and then Louise turned and wobbled off, her friend heading back to the dance-floor.

I followed Louise slowly out of the room and up the stairs. I couldn’t think straight, but wanted to hold her, smell her hair, feel the softness of her bosom and the firmness of her thighs. I felt drugged and woozy headed, my thoughts were as meandering as she was walking – both Louise and I coming back eventually to the same track. I saw her turn into a room and decided to talk to her. This was my chance to get her on her own, talk to her, convince her… of I don’t know what. I pushed the door open and stopped dead in my tracks.

In front of me I saw Louise, her dress up over her head as she lay on the large double bed wriggling. It would have been comic if I hadn’t suddenly got a hard on more painful than I ever remembered. She had evidently tried to take her dress off without first undoing the zip at the back and had got stuck. The door clicked behind me and she paused. “Kevin?” she asked. “Kevin? Can you help me out of this dress?”

I was on autopilot; I walked over to her and stretched out my hand. I think I meant to unzip her dress, but what I ended up doing was fondling her perfect, round arse. “Mmm… that’s nice. I thought you weren’t interested.” Louise moaned and in my dazed state I thought it truly was me she was talking to. I ran both hands over her arse and round up her front to her breasts. Through the fabric of her white dress they were both soft and firm. I could feel her nipples harden and she moaned again. My crotch was pressed against her arse and Alanya Escort Bayan she ground back into my erection, causing me to gasp.

Louise paused. “You’re not Kevin.” She mumbled, but I was too consumed with lust to listen. My hands rubbed her breasts and I bent down and nuzzled the base of her neck through the thick fabric. “You’re not Kevin.” Louise repeated but as she did so, her hips ground back against me. I slid down her back, passing down over the folded back material to kiss the white skin of her back. Louise shivered and rolled then suddenly rolled over onto her back, banging my nose. “Mmm…” she breathed as I kissed her stomach and my hands fed up under her dress. I felt the base of her breast but the tightness of the material meant that I couldn’t reach any further. Gently stroking the smooth skin at the base of her breast, I continued kissing her stomach before moving gently down past her navel to the top pf the sheer, rose-petal pink silk panties. Louise slowly, almost languidly, opened her legs and I continued down the outside of her leg, along her thighs, to the blue garter. I peeled down her white stockings and kissed her toes before starting up again, this time on the inside of her leg. As I reached the inside of her thighs, the musky smell of her sex almost caused me to reel backwards. Instead I ran my fingers up her hips, under the elastic waist and peeled down the thin silk.

Louise lifted her hips and pulled her legs together to let me remove her panties. Once I had them off, she immediately spread her legs open again, showing me the thin blonde hair around the bright pink slit which glistened with wetness. This time, instead of teasing I dived straight to the heart, causing her to give a little gasp. “Oh-uh…” She moaned again and as I slowly licked in circles around her clit, I felt her shiver. I gave a couple of long, slow licks up her pussy lips and then sucked gently on her clit, causing her to arch her back upwards. By now I was rubbing myself gently from outside my jeans and as I used one hand to spread Louise and continue the slow, rhythmic sucking and licking, I unbuckled my belt and pushed my jeans down, freeing my erection. Returning my hand to Louise’s pussy I licked my finger and slowly slid it into her, glancing up to her wedding-dress veiled face. Her chest was rising and falling quickly and I could hear her ragged breathing.

I continued frigging her, first slowing the pace slightly and then quickly, sharply giving a couple of thrusts. I slid up her body until I was lying on top of her, my stomach against hers, my thighs resting against the Escort Alanya inside of her legs. My hands reached up to the dress and started to pull it down, but Louise’s hands quickly found mine and pulled the hem back up. “No, Kevin,” she said forcefully and then, “just fuck me.”

Not one to need a second invitation, I took my hard penis and positioned it against Louise’s hot, wet pussy. Slowly I pushed inside and she pushed back against me and we moaned together. The heat was unbearable and all my world was suddenly concentrated on one, small, simple motion. And then I was in and her legs came up and wrapped around my back as I pulled back a little and pushed further in. Again I pulled back; her nails pushed my shirt up and scraped down my back as I pushed back in

Increasing my speed I pulled back and pushed in, deeper, and then harder, and deeper and faster and all the world was just me, my cock, Louise and her cunt. And it was hot, and I pushed and she bucked back and grunted and I moaned. “Faster.” She panted and I pushed, shallow strokes now, gripping her shoulders tightly. She shivered again, and mewled, and I could feel deep inside her torso a shuddering start. I continued pushing, now slowing down so I could get deeper, thrusting inside her until each stroke put all my cock inside her pussy and then when I was deep inside her she cried out a strange, wild “Yes!” and convulsed as she came around my throbbing cock. And the thought that I’d made my colleague, my beautiful, sexy, wonderful Louise, come made me spill over the edge, shooting hot sperm deep inside her.

We lay there, breath short and bodies sweaty, joined together whilst I softened inside her. After what seemed like an eternity she pushed me away and I got up, pulling up my jeans from around my ankles. “Thanks Kevin.” Louise said, her voice distant but stressing her husband’s name. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

I was being dismissed. As far as Louise was concerned, she’d just made love to her new husband, I would have nothing but the memory of her tall thin body, lying on the crumpled bed-sheets with her wedding dress around her head. Turning I walked quietly out of the room. I stood like a fool for too long outside Louise’s door until I heard her shower start. Then I turned and walked back downstairs. My girlfriend was nowhere to be seen so I left. I’m not sure if I ever saw her again.

When Louise came back from her honeymoon, she handed her notice in. Kevin, she said, wanted her to take a job with shorter hours, maybe one which would give them time to bring up a family. It was probably for the best, I was getting distracted at work, sitting opposite her in her (perfectly respectable) skirts and blouses. Still, though, so many years later, my favourite role play with my wife is when she puts on her wedding dress. But I’ve never told her exactly who I am thinking of when we play those games.

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(Writer’s Note: This is the sequel to Country Road)

“Damn, I’m going to cum in you now, you hot little bitch,” he groaned. She could feel her own orgasm rising again, each slap sending an electric thrill straight to her clit. Her breasts were on fire, throbbing in time to her pulsing pussy. She felt him stiffening, the rigid cock driving even deeper and she could feel the white, hot seed, shooting into her from the throbbing head. Her orgasm raced through her like a freight train as the massive cock throbbed and bucked inside her. She moaned and strained against the handcuffs her body bucking against his, trapping his shaft inside her for a moment.

Her hand stopped and she collapsed back in her chair, spent from the orgasm she had induced. She opened her eyes and twirled a strand of blonde hair with her fingers as she thought back to the day the deputy had taken her on the back of her car. “Yes, that was a good day,” she thought. “Its time to see if I can track him down. I’m tired of masturbating over that cock of his, I need the real thing again,” she contemplated. With that desire in mind she decided to leave early. She unlocked the door to her office told her secretary she was leaving and headed home. She spent the drive home deciding what she was going to wear. “Let’s see, the red plaid mini-skirt, the tight white shirt with the plunging neckline, and the black boots again. That should get his attention,” she thought. “Yes, that should do nicely,” she smiled to her self.

She reached home and changed quickly. Then back to the car and off again, the Mustang straining like a thoroughbred on the road. An hour later she was pulling off on to the back road, a trail of dust in her wake. She headed for the picnic area where she had met him the first time. There was no one there when she arrived. Disappointed she took out her map and contemplated where to go from there. There was a small town about five miles up the road. That looked like as good a place as any to start looking. She gunned the Mustang’s engine and was off. The five miles went by quickly and soon she was entering what the map had generously declared was a small town.

A few houses on the outskirts and then she was on the main street. It had all those tiny little stores associated with small towns everywhere all packed on to the main street but most importantly there was a sheriff’s office and directly across from it a small diner. Parked out in front of the sheriff’s office were two police cars. “Well, it could be one of those, I suppose, “she thought, realizing that she had not paid much attention to the car the deputy had been driving. Parking the Mustang in front of the diner so it could easily be seen from the window of the sheriff’s office she went inside.

The bells above the door jingled as she entered. There were only a few people inside the diner this late in the afternoon. Two older men sitting at the counter, a young waitress chatting with them and a cook barely seen through the opening into the kitchen. She walked to the booth farthest from the door aware of the eyes upon her, and sat down with her back to the door. The waitress brought a menu gave her a shy smile, asked if she wanted something to drink and turned back to the counter. Five minutes later the waitress was back with a tall banana-fosters shake.

She chatted with the waitress for a few minutes noting that the waitress was very attractive, there was nothing like small town girls sometimes. She gave her order and waited. Sitting there she noticed a mirror above her table in the corner, she could see the door and most of the counter in it. She watched the pretty young waitress in it, perhaps if the deputy didn’t show she might try and seduce the waitress instead. She licked her lips, right now she really wanted a nice hard cock but she would willingly settle for the pretty waitress.

The bells above the door jingled and she glanced up in the mirror and sat up straighter in the booth, her deputy had just walked in the door. He greeted everyone in the diner by name and chatted for a bit, while getting a cup of coffee. She could feel her nipples start to harden as she snuck glances at him in the mirror. Then he turned and caught her eyes on him in the mirror and smiled. He walked slowly back to her booth and sat down across the table from Alanya Escort her just as the waitress was bringing her late lunch.

“Hi there,” he said with a smile, “I wondered if you would be back sometime.”

“Well, I thought I would explore a little farther than the picnic area this time,” she replied starting to eat.

“So what do you think then? It’s a small town not much to do.”

“I’m sure I can find something to do with the right tour guide.”

“Well, I might be able to find someone to handle that, if you are interested.”

“I’m going to require some very special handling, I think.”

“Okay then, I guess that narrows down the field of available candidates to one. Looks like I will just have to take care of you myself.”

He leaned back in the booth and placed his hands behind his head. She shivered when she felt his sock covered foot start to slide up her leg. He continued to smile as her hard nipples began to peek through the material of her shirt. His foot caressed her calf through the leather of her boots, softly circling her knee, and slowly sliding along the inside of her thigh. She closed her eyes as his foot gently slide back and forth along one thigh and then the other, occasionally pausing to rub the back of her knees. Electric thrills raced up and down her spine the juices beginning to flow through her pussy. She squirmed in her seat. Her breathing grew heavy.

She opened her eyes and glanced up in the mirror above the booth. She could see the two older men still sitting at the counter talking to each other. The waitress had moved closer though and was openly watching her in the mirror, one hand on the counter and the other out of sight. The waitress’ arm moving ever so slightly and her nipples just beginning show through the material of her pale blue dress. She jumped a little in her seat stifling a moan, his foot slipping under her skirt and finally rubbing against her pussy through the cotton softness of her thong. He rubbed his foot up and down her pussy steadily increasing the pressure on her mound, circling and rubbing her clit with his big toe. Her legs spreading of their own accord giving his foot better access to continue the oddly erotic fondling.

He leaned towards her, “Okay Miss, I know that Trixie is watching you right now. Why don’t you give her a little show? Squeeze your tits for her and show her how hard and long your nipples are,” he whispered. He leaned back in the seat again, his foot now just resting on her pussy, a smile on his face. She looked up in the mirror and met Trixie’s eyes with her own. She slowly licked her lips and brought her hands up cupping her breasts. She began to squeeze them, pinching her nipples through her tight shirt, extracting the most wonderful sensations from the sensitive buds. She wiggled her hips and his toe starting moving in circles, teasing her pussy as she fondled her breasts for Trixie.

“Joe, I’m going in the back for a few minutes,” she heard Trixie yell to the cook. Trixie disappeared from the mirror.

“Well, looks like you were to much for Trixie to handle today. Why don’t we go take that tour now,” he said. Slowly he withdrew his foot, sliding down her thigh, pausing at her knee one last time and then down her calf to the floor. She sighed and let her hands drop down to the table. Her breasts were aching for his touch and her pussy was on fire. She sighed deeply and looked over at him a smile on her lips a gleam in her eye. He smiled back and she noticed that one of his hands was out of sight in his lap. He stood up and she could see the bulge in his pants, her mouth watered.

She opened her purse and left money for lunch with a big tip for Trixie. He helped her up and as she turned towards the door he pulled her by her hips up against him, pressing his hard cock into her ass, one hand slipping under her skirt to caress her firm flesh. As they started towards the door one of the men at the counter turned, his eyes grew wide at the sight of her erect nipples poking through the thin cloth of her bra and shirt. Her face flushed as he stared at her. He elbowed his companion and both men watched as she walked down the aisle. She smiled at them and could feel their eyes on her ass as she turned and walked out the door into the sunlight.

“I think we can start Alanya Escort Bayan with a tour of my office. Its really the most interesting place in town anyway,” he said. She noticed that there was only one police car in front as she crossed the short distance from the diner to the sheriff’s office. The street was almost deserted and he had one hand under her skirt fondling her ass as she opened the door and stepped inside. It was cool inside, and the blinds were partially drawn, shafts of sunlight creating a barred pattern of shadows on the floor as it entered through the gaps. There was a pair of desks along one wall and across from the desks were two barred jail cells, their doors open, it looked just like the small town jails you see on old TV shows. “Since our tour group is so small today I think an interactive tour is in order,” he whispered in her ear.

Before she could react he had her hands and arms behind her back and she felt his handcuffs slipping into place binding her wrists together. Her heart started racing and she could feel her body tremble in anticipation. “A prisoner is always in handcuffs when we bring them in for processing,” he said “Some prisoners need special attention though, let me demonstrate some of the techniques I use on special prisoners. If you would just step over here to the desk I’ll show you what I mean.”

He gave her a gentle push from behind to get her moving. “First is the strip search, I’ll demonstrate,” he said. His hands pulled her shirt up from the back moving across her back and around to her stomach then upwards cupping her bra-clad breasts for a moment. His fingers found the clasp in front, deftly opening it, sliding his hands under the loose material and cupping her bare breasts. He pinched her nipples with his fingers and kissed the back of her neck, pressing his cock into her ass. She groaned and thrust her ass harder against him. His hands left her breasts and slid back down her body, reaching up underneath her skirt. Reaching around to the front rubbing his hands across her pussy, slipping his fingers underneath her thong and exploring her wet slit. His hands moved again and pulled her thong down to her knees.

She yelped and stood on her toes as his finger invaded her hot pussy. She thrust back harder against him and groaned her delight to him. She yelped again as he penetrated her rectum with another finger, squirming and dancing away from him on her toes as he probed her back entrance. Together he thrust his fingers in and out of her for a few seconds listening to the loud moans coming from her mouth. He removed his fingers and stepped away from her.

“Wwwhat!” she cried. “Don’t stop now, make me cum!” she demanded.

“Oh, but we haven’t finished the tour yet,” he replied.

“I’ll give you a tour, you bastard! Come on! I’ll give your cock a tour right now.” She turned to face him resting on the edge of the desk. Her breasts thrust up and towards him the nipples long and hard, her legs spreading apart showing him her wet, shaved pussy. Stepping towards her he took out his nightstick and held it in one hand. She leaned back on the desk trying to entice him closer. He kicked off his shoes, unzipping his pants letting them fall to the floor, stepping out of them as he closed the gap to her. Her eyes twinkled at the sight of his cock bulging in his underwear, the head trying to peak out over the waistband. He stopped in front of her and ran the smooth polished wood of the nightstick against her pussy. She groaned low in her throat at the sensation and thrust her hips up to meet it as he stroked it back and forth across her throbbing pussy.

He bent down kissed each hard nipple, swirling his tongue across the pink, pebbly skin. He took one in his mouth and sucking hard on it as he pinched and tweaked the other one with his fingers. She cried out as his mouth engulfed her nipple and breast and thrust her self harder against the nightstick moving against her pussy. He moved to the other breast and repeated his action, she cried out again, her pussy throbbing in time with the beating of her heart. The nightstick clattered to the floor. He reached around her hugging and holding her tight against him, his cock crushed between them, her nipples digging into his chest and his mouth finding hers for a deep kiss, Escort Alanya their tongues exploring each other.

He pulled her up so she was sitting on the desk her legs wrapped around his waist holding him to her. He took her arms and unlocked one cuff and brought them around to the front and locked them again. She draped them around his head the chain against the back of his neck as they kissed again.

“I think its time for the rest of the tour,” he gasped, his breathing heavy. He stood up holding her against him, her legs wrapping harder around him, his hands holding her ass, her lips locked to his he turned awkwardly and slowly walked over to a jail cell. He set her down on the thin bed and slipped her hands from around his head and stood over her. She lounged back dropping one leg to the floor the other leaning against the wall, slowly raising her short skirt, revealing her excited pussy to him, her wetness glistening in the light. He removed his shirt and then his underwear his cock bobbing in time with his racing heart. He reached down and pulled her to her feet again, embracing her in a fierce hug his cock trapped between them.

She wiggled her hips against him, hiking up her skirt, moving up and down and rubbing the hard shaft against the lips of her hot, pulsing pussy. He groaned as his cock slid up and down her wet slit. He turned her around and pushed her towards the bars of the cell, she leaned against them spreading her legs and thrusting her ass back at him. She turned her head, looking over her shoulder at him she licked her lips a come hither call in her eyes. He stepped to her, throwing her skirt across her back her ass naked in the cell’s light. His hands moving under her shirt to her breasts cupping, pinching and tweaking them in time to her moans as he rubbed his cock across her ass.

“Nowww, pleassse fuck me,” she pleaded waving her ass at him. He pinched her nipples hard and thrust his cock deep into her pussy in one hard stroke. She cried out stretching up on her toes trying, for a moment, to escape from the hard cock inside her. He pulled back and paused for a moment with just the throbbing head lodged in her hot hole. She thrust back trying to impale herself on the rampant cock behind her.

“Again, againnnn, pleassse,” she begged. On command he thrust his rampant cock in to the hilt his balls slapping against her ass as she cried out her pleasure. Thrusting in and out of her hot pussy squeezing her breasts in rhythm to his pounding cock. His hands milking her breasts and pinching her nipples, feeling each electric thrill racing from her sensitive breasts to her smoldering clit. She arched back to meet each thrust of his cock taking him as deeply as she could. He paused for a moment putting his hands on her hips and withdrawing his cock from her throbbing pussy.

“No, Nooooo, don’t leave me nowww. Fuck me!” she cried.

She felt the tip of the rigid cock at her asshole. Desperately she wiggled her hips grinding her self against him. He pushed forcefully but slowly against the tight ring of flesh. She cried out as the head forced its way in and slowly each inch of the rigid cock followed it into her depths. He paused again, letting her feel each throbbing vein in his prick. She started to move slowly fucking her self on the cock buried in her ass. She picked up speed and he started to meet each of her thrusts with his own. His hands grabbed her hips pulling her harder and faster against him. One slipping forward to rub her pulsing pussy searching for her blood engorged clit, rubbing it in tempo with their thrusting bodies. Sparks started going off in her head her body tensing as she cried out to him.

“Faster now, come on Fuck Me!” she cried. He responded, going wild his cock moving like lightning in and out of her ass. The friction between their bodies was intense. His fingers stopped rubbing her clit and pinched instead, white light exploded in her head. Her body bucking and throbbing against him her orgasm a tidal wave roaring through her entire body. She rose up on her toes as he thrust harder and deeper into her. She could feel his cock throb and spasm, jets of hot white semen spurting deep into her ass. She came again as she felt the prick continue flexing and throbbing inside her. He collapsed to the bed as she dropped to her knees on the floor. He pulled her on the bed and held her in his arms, unlocking the handcuffs so she could wrap her arms around him.

“Maybe next time we can do the whole tour,” he whispered in her ear, gathering her lips together with his for a deep kiss.

Edited by RedGirl

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This story begins in an office in Houston, Texas.

There was this girl by the name Georgina. She could have been a model for Playboy or Hustler magazines. She had gorgeous blue eyes, very sensuous lips, long blond hair with perky breasts, I’d put them at 36-C. She was about 5′ 7″, weighing around 115 pounds. Her butt was one of the best I’ve ever seen. In fact there wasn’t a day that went by that one of my colleagues didn’t mention his pleasure in following Georgina. What a walk! She had a walk that could make clergymen stir and wonder if they should switch vocations.

She was always wearing the sheerest of blouses, displaying her breasts in the ready to grab, fondle, suck or whatever fantasy thought you may have mode. She wore either a tight skirt or every now and then the sheerest of dresses.

Georgina was seriously dating a guy I’ll call Bill. This guy looked like a linebacker weighing 275 pounds and was at least 6′ 4″ tall and built like an ox. Rumor had it that they were planning to be married in less than six months.

Myself and this fellow by the name of Len, were on a temporary assignment in the Houston office, reassigned from our New York office. Len was good looking guy, but sort Alanya Escort of behind the times. He was stuck in the 60s, loved Elvis and anything he said kind of revolved around Elvis, his music or that era, we were in the late 80s. He was not a very big fellow, 5’9″ weighing about 160 pounds.

Georgina had this huge crush on Len, and her boyfriend, Bill, knew it; and given the chance he’d send Len back to New York in a box. This one particular on Friday at around 5PM we received a telegram requesting that Len needed to go back to New York and that his assignment in Texas was now over. The following Monday, Georgina showed up with a bouquet of flowers for Len. When I told her that he was gone, she almost cried. Trying to comfort her, I said “what a lucky guy…to be liked so much”…she just sighed and left. Next day she came back and told me that he, Len, is not the lucky one and that I was. She then explained that I was there and Len was not…and would I care to have lunch with her.

Feeling shocked, I asked what would she like to eat. She kind of rearranged her golden hair, away from her eye, and said that all she wants to eat is ME. Well I can’t very well refuse such an invitation, Alanya Escort Bayan can I? That day she was wearing a dress and her breasts seemed extra supple. We left and not knowing the area she directed me to this dead end street and told me to park and to enjoy.

She then commenced to fondle me and unzipped my pants took out my organ, which is 6 1/4 inches, but been known to do some damage. She had my balls out too. She was playing with them gently and got on her knees on the front sit and started to lick my organ…I felt I had to do something so I grabbed her breasts and she told me to just to sit and enjoy. I don’t take orders so I grabbed her thigh and eased my way up to her panties…parted them and easily inserted two fingers she was almost ready to come right then.

She had me almost hard by now. Georgina then took each nut into her mouth and alternated like that for five to ten minutes stroking me at the same time ever so gently….I now had three fingers in her and was she breathing heavy. I was pumping my fingers in and out……She now had me hard as she wanted, for she replaced her mouth with her hands and cupped and kneaded my balls and with the tip of her tongue Escort Alanya she traced the ring around the head, followed the length up and down…playfully teasing me…then she took half of me into her mouth. Georgina has obviously done this quite a few times before, for every time she came to the head she would lick all around the eye with her tongue and would suck any residue that might have sipped out. She was literally making love to my organ. I now had four fingers in her and felt her shudder as I kept probing her clit, and felt her juices flowing onto my hand….the warmth…her cries of ecstasy…sent some precum from me which she hungrily gobbled up. She now had me all the way in her mouth….the head of my organ touching her tonsils she made me remove my fingers from her…and told me to concentrate; as if I needed to. I felt my balls starting to contract as she gently squeezed them and started to speed up the sucking and I felt that I was about to explode…I felt the waves of cum into her waiting mouth, she lapped it up and not a drop came out of her mouth. Georgina would not stop until every morsel came out of me and then told me that I tasted great…and that it was the best lunch she had in a long time.

She asked me for a Coca Cola and I took her back to the office, and from there on, she only spoke to me on business related matters, like yesterday’s lunch never happened.

It did though….and it was the very best sexual experience of my life to date.

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It was getting late. We had to tear ourselves away from the bar, and get to the BART train, before they stopped letting people into the system. I paid the bar tab, grabbed your hand and we headed out the swinging doors. Even though its 1:00am, the weather is fantastic, still very warm. We walk the short block to the BART station and get on the escalator. I stand two stairs below you, so we can kiss all the way down to the bottom. I run my hands up your short, leather skirt, pull you close and nibble on your ear. We get to the bottom and walk over to the ticket machine. As I am putting the bills in to the machine, you reach around my waist from behind and start to grab me through my pants. It feels so good; I close my eyes for a second and take a deep breath. I finish getting the tickets and we head for the turn styles, go through them and take the stairs down, hand in hand.

As we get halfway down, I see the train waiting for us; we run down the stairs and jump through the doors, just as they slide together. It is the last car on of the train, and there is not another person here. We walk the length of the car and you sit down in the first booth, facing away from the door. I look through the glass doors, into the next car, and that one too, is empty. I guess there are not a lot of people on BART at 1:30 in the morning.

I slide into the seat beside you and put my arm around your shoulder and move as close to you as I can. You lean over and start to nibble on my right ear, and it sends shivers through out my body. Your right hand finds its way to my crotch, and you start to massage my cock through my jeans.

I move your hand away and say, “Not now, we can fool around when we get home.”

You say “NO, I want you here, right now,” and start to unzip my pants.

You let out a cute little gasp when you notice I don’t have any underwear on and take hold of my cock. My breathing gets more rapid, as you take my cock out and start to play with it. You tell me you want to suck my cock, and I say “no, what if someone comes in?”

You say, “No one will come in, and it’s at least 10 minutes until we reach the next station.”

Your eyes catch mine and you start to jerk me faster, as you whisper, “I want to taste you NOW.”

I lean back and close my eyes, as your mouth slowly descends over my hard on. I try and concentrate on your talented tongue, and listen to see if anyone is going to surprise us, by coming through the door from the next car. My hand moves between your legs, and you spread your legs wide for me, as you slowly go up and down on my hard cock. I start to move my fingers around on the outside of your panties. I can feel how damp they are, and start to press my fingers in to your wet pussy through the silky material. As I zero in on your hard clit, you let my cock out of your mouth look up at me, and give me a long passionate Alanya Escort kiss. Your hand takes over and you start to massage my balls and tell me how you can’t wait to lick them and roll them around on your tongue. I take my hand away from your hot pussy, so I can lick my fingers and taste your sweet essence. As I move my hand towards my mouth you stop me and guide the fingers in to your mouth instead. After you suck all your juices off you tell me, you want me to taste something else. At that point you reach under your skirt, lift your ass of the seat, and pull your panties down over your legs and take them off. You bring the panties to my mouth and let me lick and smell them, they are so wet. It’s like you already came.

My hand dives back into your pussy, and I spread your lips wide, as I start to rub your clit, hard, this time there is no material to get in the way. You are so wet, my finger slide all the way in you. After a minute of playing with your hot pussy, you say, “I need you in me, NOW.”

I return, “No, we will be pulling in to the station any second.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” comes out of your mouth. “I want you to fuck me right now.”

You stand up slide and your left leg over mine, so your back is to me. You take my dick in your hand, spread your lips, put my cock just inside you and slam your body down on to mine. I reach around and under your sweater taking both tits in my hands as I start to pull and play with your nipples, while you bounce up and down on my cock. I am so excited at the whole situation that any second now, I am going to explode and shoot my cum deep in to your pussy. I let go of your tits and grab your waist and star to pull you down hard on me. I moan to you that I am going to cum any second and you start to move faster, the feeling, nothing like I ever felt before. I feel the cum starting to move around deep inside my balls and hope I don’t pass out with pleasure, after I fill you with my white, hot cum. All of a sudden we hear the whistle blowing, and the train starts to slow down. I open my eyes and look through the window just as the platform comes in to view. Any second now anyone standing on the platform will be able to see us.

You swear under your breath as you get off my cock and stand up in the isle, trying to get that freshly fucked look off your face. I shove my dick back in my jeans and zip them up just as the train comes to a complete stop. I pick up your wet panties and put them in my pocket and we walk out the car door.

We walk up the stairs to exit the station and I whisper to you, “I can’t wait to get home to finish off what we had started,”

You breathlessly answer, “Hell, I’m not waiting 20 minutes for you to fuck me some more.”

We exit the station and start to walk through the parking lot to my car.

I say, “Well, my love, you will Alanya Escort Bayan have to wait until we get home, because there is not enough room to fool around in my car.”

Laughingly you counter, “I know that, but there is plenty of room on the hood of your car to get things done!”

We are almost at the car, and the lights start to go out. It’s late and there are very few cars still in the lot. Mine is at the far end, with nobody or anything nearby. You get to the car a few steps before me and jump up and sit on the hood beckoning me to you. I move up to you as you spread your legs and invite me in. We start to make out, our tongues struggling for the right to dive into the others mouth. I lean in to you and feel your breasts mashed against my chest, as my hands grab you by the ass and pull your entire body to me. I take my left hand off your ass and slide it under your sweater and start to play with your right breast, pulling on your always hard nipple. Our lips separate and your tongue slides down my neck and you start to bite and nibble on my throat. Even though the night is still warm, your tongue sends a chill through my body.

You feel my still hard cock, poking you in the crotch and say, “You are at just the right height to fuck me, so get to it.”

We start to kiss some more as I reach down and start to undo my pants. Your hands move down to your pussy and you start to play with yourself, getting it ready for me. You take my throbbing dick in your hand and aim it at your cunt, I do the rest as I ram it balls deep in to you with one thrust. You gasp out loud and fall back on the hood. I take you by your ass and pull you all the way on to me, us I move in to a slow rhythm as I bury my cock in to you as far as I can, and pull it all the way back out, then use my cock head to split your lips and ram it deep again. You pulled your sweater up over your tits so I could see you massaging your them, pulling on your thimble sized, rock hard nipples, pulling on them one-second, and pushing them deep in to your flesh the next. It takes me a split second to thrust my cock all the way into you, and five seconds to slowly pull it all the way out. You are so wet, that it slides with ease both ways.

After a few minutes of this slow sexual torture, I can tell its time for me to cum, my breathing gets deeper and I can no longer pull out of you slowly. Now, my cock is coming out as fast as its going in, you notice the difference and start to pull on your nipple with one hand, and start to finger your clit with the other. You are moaning and gasping for air, like I am, ready to cum in any second.

I look down at my cock banging into you, and it’s a blur of motion, in and out in and out. I am seconds away from cumming. You let go of your heaving breast, take your hand off your clit and as you are pushing me away. You Escort Alanya tell me you want to cum while getting fucked from behind. You hop of the car, turn around and bend over the hood of the car and wiggle your awesome ass in my face mashing your tits on the hood of the car. I know that if I enter you now, I will cum in a second and not give you the pleasure you deserve. I get on my knees between your legs and start to suck on your pussy, my tongue on your clit and my nose buried in you. You are so wet; the sweet juice is flowing into my mouth. I bury my tongue inside you as far as I can, and slip two fingers inside you as well.

My fingers find your clit and your whole body shakes as you moan out, ” Yeeeesssss!!!!” in pleasure.

You start to move your ass down on to me as I lean in to you, my mouth still buried in your cunt. My cock is now ready to finish what we started. I get off my knees and give each of your ass checks a quick bite as I stand up. My still hard as a rock cock, is ready to enter your steamy, wet cunt. I take my dick in my hand, give it a few strokes to get it ready, spread your pussy lips wide open, move close to you and slide it in. Another gasp escapes your lips and you reach out and try to grab on to the hood of the car as my cock slides in and out of your wet pussy. I get in to a nice slow rhythm, as I thrust in to you over and over, all the way in, almost all the way out. You do your best to move your ass back against me. You have no leverage so you stop moving and let me do all the work. I lean over you and start to slide my hands under your sweater, and grab your tits. I can’t get much of a hold on them, but I can reach your nipples and try my best to flick them around. That feeling is returning to my balls and I can tell it’s not going to be long now before I cum.

I take my right hand out from under you, move your hair from your ear and whisper, “You are so fucking hot, I will remember this night as long as I live.”

My thrusting starts to get faster. The faster and deeper I fuck you, the louder your moans get. You beg, “Fill me with your cum, explode inside me!!!”

I say, “Yessssss, yesssssss, any second now you will get your wish.”

My right hand, slides between your legs and finds your clit. I start to rub it with my index finger, while my body shoves my cock deep inside you. Your clit is so hard; you are seconds away from cumming. I feel your cunt muscles tighten on my cock as you begin to cum. This sends me over the edge and as you explode with pleasure, so do I. Your upper body arches back as wave after wave of ecstasy, rumbles through you like an earthquake, and spurt after spurt of cum, shooting out through my dick, goes deep inside of you. My body collapses on top of yours and my knees go weak. I use what little energy I have left to keep us from sliding off the car hood and down on to the ground.

Whispering into your ear, “That was the most exciting encounter of my life.”

Turning your head and looking in to my eyes you breathlessly say, “Honey, you ain’t seen nothing yet!”

Many thanks to Angel Love, for editing, my first submission.

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It was the beginning of December and the landscape along the highway was snow covered. She blankly gazed out the window of the bus, lost in her portable cd player.

Their song was playing. She had set the cd player to play it on repeat and hadn’t switched it off for the whole, hour and a half, bus ride.

“This was it!”, she thought. She finally was doing something wild. She had met Ryan years ago, but had lost touch. Only recently did she discover his number in one of her numerous notebooks and decide to call it.

As she hashed over the past in her mind, she was awakened by the jerk of the bus stopping. She looked out the window, scanned the bus terminal in the strange city she hardly knew. She looked around for Ryan but couldn’t see him through the mass of people. As she stepped down off of the bus she went to collect her bags and as if out of nowhere he appeared.

A huge grin appeared across both their faces as Ryan embraced her. She planted a sweet kiss on his lips. Both of them savoured the peck as it was there first kiss together.

“Love you,” Ryan said timidly. They had said it many times over the telephone but never in person to each other.

Stephanie smiled and said, “I love you too.”

Ryan picked up Stephanies backpack, holding her weekends worth of luggage and headed for the parking lot. They got in the car and the grins persisted on their faces; they were both in a dumb state of shock.

“So how are we going to spend our weekend together?”, Ryan asked. “I’m up for anything!”, she replied.

They arrived at Ryan’s parents house. Steph would be taking his room in the basement and he was to sleep on the upstairs couch.

They spent the afternoon talking and Ryan played their favourite song on his guitar for her.

His music made her fall deeply for him. There was something in his voice and the songs he wrote and played that drew her to him.

It was nearly supper time and Ryan had volunteered to his father to go and pick up some Chinese Food for supper. Steph and Ryan got back in the van, if only to steal a kiss.

They placed their order at the Alanya Escort Chinese take-away and decided to go to a nearby parking lot. Steph had gotten Ryan a gift. A big care package with lots of little things to remind him of her.

Ryan leaned in and kissed her sweetly. They paused for a moment and then resumed kissing. Their lips tingled at the feel of each other. Their tongues danced as they held each other, eyes shut.

After a kiss that lasted for eternity they picked up the food and went back to eat dinner.

Later that evening they decided to take a drive. Ryan took her to his favourite spot in the city. A quiet park which was his own special place.

They sat in the car and both fueled by hormones kissed again. Ryan placed his hands around her waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck. They barely paused to breathe as they lost themselves in each other. The sweet taste of her lip gloss and the silkiness of her tongue excited Ryan.

Stephanie stopped their kiss and noticed Ryan’s bulge. She asked if she could straddle him. He was more than willing. She hopped seats and was now sitting on him. They resumed their make out session kissing and fogging up the windows. Stephanie was very hot for him now, she decided it was time to go a little further.

Stephanie begun grinding herself into Ryan’s bulge to which he reciprocated. She put her hands up his shirt and felt his smooth chest. After a while she lifted up her shirt to reveal her 34c breasts to Ryan. Ryan touched them gently… his eyes marvelling at their perfection and beauty.

It was getting late so they decided to head back home. They rented some movies for the night and settled in on the couch.

After everyone had gone to bed they resumed their make out session in their pajamas. They were lying on the couch totally ignoring the movie that was playing. Ryan’s hands roamed her breasts as he kissed her and their tongues battled.

“Want to go to the bedroom?”, Stephanie asked. Ryan hesitated… “I’m not sure we should.” They both debated the idea and decided to stay and cuddle on the couch Alanya Escort Bayan longer.

They cuddle up and Stephanie could feel Ryan’s cock pressing up against her ass. She coyly moved her hands to run her fingers along his waist line at the top of his boxers. Soon enough they were engorged in one another and she was fondling his cock and balls while he ran his fingers through her curly pubic hair.

She parted her legs and Ryan’s fingers were greated with a great, warm, wetness. He slipped a finger into her warm pussy and she quietly moaned.

Enough was enough… they could not control themselves anymore. Ryan carried her to the bedroom. They were worried that Ryan’s parents would find out so they layed down on the flower.

Ryan lay slightly on top of her as he fingered her and made her eyes roll back into her head. She pulled down his pajama pants and jerked his cock hard. She marvelled at it’s size.

Eventually they both found themselves naked. It was, in essence, the moment of truth.

Ryan began to enter her but she was incredibly tight. He grabbed for some vaseline which he usually kept handy for masturbating and coated both of them. He inserted his 7 inch cock into her almost burning depths and sighed. They slowly made love, kissing, looking into each other’s eyes.

Ryan’s cock began to stiffen to it’s full extent. He grunted as his cum shot deep inside of her.

“Are you on birth control?”, he asked in a frenzy.

“No…”, she replied quiety. “Oh well, it’s too late now.”

It didn’t really matter because they loved each other. They had planned on eloping but didn’t now exactly when it would happen. But if for some reason she did get pregnant, they were not worried.

They decided it would be best to go to bed and see each other in the morning.

They next day they went for another drive. Ryan wanted a cigarette badly. He had broken the rules by sleeping with Stephanie, so he threw all his ideals out the window. Ryan and Stephanie both smoked at the park they had made out the day before. They sweetly embraced each other and kissed.

They Escort Alanya rest of the day was spent pretty normally, seeing as Ryan’s parents were around. But they again decided to go for a drive at night.

They drove to a huge parking lot that opened up onto a field. They got in the backside. Stephanie felt wild and unzipped his pants and started giving Ryan head. She savoured the smooth cock in between her lips and ran her tongue down it’s length.

Ryan tore off her pants and in the back of the car they started to make love again. But this time it was much more rough… I guess you could call it fucking. Stephanie got on her hands and knees and Ryan pushed into her doggie style. The windows were all steamed up but they could see the lights of snowmobilers all around the field.

Stephanie begged Ryan to give it to her hard. He rammed his cock into her dripping pussy and let his balls slap against her clit. “Again!” she cried. Ryan slammed into her again and began a rhythm that had her screaming and him with his mouth gaping open.

Finally Stephanie came but Ryan kept going and a few minutes later unloaded his cock into her depths.

They were both high from the sex, the kissing, the cuddling, the love. They weren’t thinking straight.

“Come home with me.”, Stephanie said. Ryan was hesitant… he wondered about leaving his job and family behind. He knew he loved her, and he knew he wanted to be with her and that’s what gave him the strength to say yes. After all, he knew, and so did she, that they couldn’t spend a night alone ever again.

So the next day, after fabricating a story about going up to visit her town. They both boarded the bus at the terminal. Ryan and Stephanie sat arm in arm looking out the window. They arrived at her small town in the middle of the night and this became the beginning of their life together.

They both had many new firsts together. Ryan taught Stephanie how to give a world class blow job and she admitted taht he was the first she ever had finished with her mouth. And Stephanie introduced Ryan to anal sex. They experimented with sex in public places, always seeking the high. They bought toys and rented movies and 69ed. They found their freedom. They became totally comfortable around one another. They were truly in love and that christmas they had the justice of the peace marry them.

The End.

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The company I work for is not very large…it has maybe thirty people. Quite a few of them I would not mind getting a little closer to. This story is a favorite fantasy of mine.

She came to work today in a very good mood. She just had one of the most amazing nights of sex with her current boyfriend. Because he was lying in her bed when she got out of the shower that morning, she took special care in how she dressed for work as his eyes followed her movements across the bedroom. As she was preparing for her day, she decided to tease him. First she toweled off very carefully and thoroughly. Then she chose her favorite lotion to rub all over her body so she smelled delicious, being sure to face him while she was rubbing the lotion over her tits. As she rubbed lotion over her thighs, she couldn’t resist running her fingers over her slit and dipping them into her vagina. She watched her lovers’ eyes as she did this and could see his eyes grow heavy with lust. Then she turned away from him and bent over to find her best pair of thongs from her bottom drawer. She put them on, sliding them up over her hips and settling them into place. Next came the matching push-up bra to match her thong. This bra really made her tits nice and perky. She pulled her very sheer thigh highs on as she decided on what to wear that day. She went to her closet and chose a short black skirt that just covered the tops of her stockings. Next, she pulled on a hot red top that hugged her curves. Over this, she added a black jacket that had one button. She bent over to find her favorite pair of black heels to finish her outfit, giving her man a very good look up her skirt. Once she was finished, she went over to their bed and kissed him ardently while giving him one last stroke before leaving for work.

She got into her car and backed out of her driveway with a big smile on her face. After a few minutes, her mind drifted to her schedule for the day. Her boss was in serious crunch mode and when he was stressed, everyone was stressed.

She pulled into her parking space in front of her company and walked into the building and up to her office. She no sooner sat down at her desk and Alanya Escort her boss was in her doorway asking her to come to his office. She followed him across the hallway into his office and sat down. He complimented her on her outfit and then got straight to business. “Here’s what I want you to do…” her boss said.

He finished explaining the data he wanted her to acquire and she went back to her office to start the project. She did not have much time to complete the project and wanted to impress her boss.

She started working on a special project that her boss needed done yesterday. She was at a very critical period in the project when she ran out of the special paper she was using. “Shit!” she exclaimed to herself. “Well, I can use a short break anyway.” She pulled the keys to the store room out of her desk drawer and walked briskly across the large expanse of the office building where she worked. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she did not see that someone was watching every step she took.

She unlocked the door to the store room and turned on the light. The door usually swings shut by itself, so she paid no mind to the door closing her in the room as she started her search for the special paper. There were shelves upon shelves that needed to be searched as her boss did not tell her exactly where she could find the supplies she needed.

Just as the door was about to swing closed, a hand caught it and pushed it open a little as his eyes peered at her through the crack. He slipped into the room with her and closed the door quietly behind him. She had her back to him and still did not realize he was there. He knew she had been watching him just like he was watching her, waiting for the right moment to make his move. He was very aware of her every time she came around. She had been tormenting him for months with glimpses of her body when no one else was watching. She flirted shamelessly with the guys he worked with. Now was his chance. He was five feet behind her and she still seemed unaware of his presence.

So intent on her task, that she did not realize anyone else was in the room with her until he reached Alanya Escort Bayan out and put his hands on her shoulders. She jumped a little, getting ready to swing as he turned her around. Then she realized it was him and she just smiled at him instead. “What are you doing in here?” she asked. “I can’t take it any longer” he replied. “I have to have you.”

With heels on, she looked him right in the eye. He moved his hands from her hips and moved them slowly up her sides, brushing gently against the sides of her breasts before framing her face with his hands. He brought his mouth to hers slowly in case she wanted to say no.

She had been waiting for months for this moment and now it was finally here. She didn’t wait for him to finish bringing his mouth closer to hers…she tangled her hands in his hair and dragged his mouth the rest of the way to hers. There was nothing timid about this kiss; she just dove right in and loved every moment. His hands moved from her face back down her sides to her ass. He cupped her ass in his huge hands and drew her closer to him. She could feel his raging hard-on against her belly. She continued to kiss him as she reached down and started to take his shirt off. She got his shirt unbuttoned and reached into his shirt so she could feel his chest. She moved her hands from his chest down to his jeans and undid the button. Then she slipped her hands into the back of his jeans and cupped his ass.

He moaned into her mouth. His hands left go of her and he grabbed her shirt and jacket in his hands and lifted them both up over her head. Lucky for him, her bra had a front clasp to open it. He worked at the clasp until it came undone in his hands and he let go watching as her tits bounced out. Her pierced nipples hardened in the cool air. “I knew they were pierced” he whispered. Then his mouth covered her nipple while she threw her head back and arched into his mouth. He sent a twinge straight to her pussy. She couldn’t wait to have his cock inside of her. But he wasn’t done tormenting her yet.

While he continued sucking on her tits, his hands moved over her body, sending shivers up and Escort Alanya down her back. He hiked her skirt up over her hips and worked his way over her stomach with his mouth. As he got closer to her hot, wet vagina, she could feel the anticipation of having that mouth on the very part of her that needed it most. He looked up at her and told her to lean against the shelves and wrap her legs around his shoulders. She did as she was told and waited impatiently for him to move her thong to the side and take his first taste of her wet pussy. Very lightly, his tongue moved along her slit making her moan with need. She tried to push her clitoris into his mouth, but he moved his head, pushing his tongue inside of her opening instead. His tongue started mimicking what his cock wanted to do to her. She started gyrating her hips and mashing her cunt against his mouth. His eyes were on her as he was licking her, watching her facial expressions. Right when she felt her orgasm starting, he moved his tongue from inside of her vagina to her clit, sucking it into his mouth relentlessly. This action sent her sky rocketing. Now her hips were thrashing against his mouth, his hands cupping her ass to help support her while her orgasm seemed to go on forever. Right as she was coming down from her orgasm, he stopped eating her and still holding onto her ass, positioned her so her vagina was level with his thick, hard cock and slammed his cock into her waiting pussy.

He stayed still for a moment, savoring the feeling of her wet heat wrapped tightly around him. He knew he was hurting her; he could see it on her face. She was biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out. He started to move slowly in and out, giving them both time to adjust to the sensations. Pretty soon, she did not need help from him in moving her hips to meet his thrusts. She could feel another orgasm building and right as she went over the edge; he stopped moving for an instant as he grunted out “I’m cumming.”

He moved a little more still sending tremors through her body and then she let go of the shelving and they both slid to the floor, him still inside of her.

When she finally had enough energy to open her eyes and look at her co-worker, her eyes met another’s over his shoulder. Her eyes widened and she started to yell what are you doing in here, but decided in that instant that she wanted him also. She said, “Just give me a minute to recover, then I’m all yours…”

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Another lovely night on the town…art, dinner, burlesque and a final round of drinks. My body feels warm, relaxed, my head softly buzzing like the bubbles from that last glass of sparkling wine before deciding to call it a night. I offer to order a ride while you close our tab, the bright phone screen a jarring call back to the reality of 2am. A bit of shuffling, checking the table for coats, keys and the likes, and we’re out the door to a Lyft “black car.” I’m not ready for the evening to end, so I’ve requested a more scenic route, mapping points around the park, following the curve of the lake. It’s a cool night, so I roll my window down a few inches before climbing across your lap to lower yours as well.

You seize the opportunity to kiss me once more, deeply, your hands wrapping firmly around my waist. You can feel my body ease, melting against your tongue. I slip my hands around you, pulling at your shirt until my nails find skin, tracing small circles across your chest mirroring the circles of my hips beginning to grind against you.

My fingers slowly circle closer to your nipples, grazing, barely making contact before a Alanya Escort sudden pinch, as startling as it is satisfying. You bite my shoulder to stifle your gasp but a moan escapes my lips. I’m not sure if the driver heard us or if he’s decided to stop running every yellow light, but either way, the jolt of his foot on the brakes pulls my hand from your shirt and gives me reason to shift my body weight to one side. At first you’re accommodating, believe I’m genuinely trying to get more comfortable, but my free hand slips beneath me, unzipping your pants and revealing my favorite surprise: that you, too, decided to forego undergarments this evening.

Freed from cloth imprisonment, you can feel the full rewards of all your work. I spread my legs just slightly, letting your throbbing length slip between thighs slick with sex. Green light, sudden acceleration and I squeeze my thighs close to trap you. I resume circling my hips, allowing just the smallest movements. My hands grasp your thighs for balance, fingers digging in as I strike up a conversation with the driver, asking mundane questions you can’t even comprehend Alanya Escort Bayan when suddenly you realize he’s asking you something. His eyes are on you from the rearview mirror waiting for an answer. But what was the question? Something about where you went to high school? My thighs release their grip as I offer up an answer. He turns his attention back to the road. For the moment, you’re relieved. But the cool evening air against your cock is a jarring and disappointing change from the heat between my thighs.

Your hands fall from my hips and slide down my legs. You catch my eye and I smile, encouraging your hands to continue exploring while I keep up the conversation.

Your hands pull my thighs wider, my knees falling to either side of your waist with a whimper of need and obedience, losing this round of the conversational game. I gasp as your fingers trace my lips, clearing my throat and excusing myself from stumbling through the conversation, but determined to stay in control of the moment. Emboldened, you reach around my waist, slowly stroking your length while rubbing against my Escort Alanya clit. You feel my body tense before melting into your attention, hips moving without conscious control. You have me teetering on the edge of desperation and you know it.

I let the conversation fall to a close, incapable of keeping my breath under control. One hand braces my body with a firm grip at the base of your throat, the other pinching, pulling at your nipples, urging you on. I love feeling you beneath me, massaging my clit with the head of your cock, each stroke pushing us both closer to orgasm. The mere thought of you filling me, of feeling you throb inside while my cunt spasms is maddening. Your lips find the my neck, your teeth making me shudder and push me over the edge into orgasm. You try thrusting into my dripping cunt, but I snap my thighs shut. It appears we’re home.

The car slows to a stop. Quickly hopping out of your lap, I resume the conversation with the driver, leaving you staring as I wiggle my dress down my hips, hiding my bare ass as I exit the car. I turn to ask you if you’re coming with me or going to stay in the car all night. In your scramble to put everything back in place, you fail to notice the driver has turned off the car. In fact, he’s followed me around the car and is starting up the stairs to our apartment. I turn to you with a knowing smile and make my way up the steps behind him, keys and high heels in hand.

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As soon as we get inside the venue, you head to the ladies room to tidy up. Your blouse is untucked and ruffled, your skirt is creased where I had pushed it up around your waist.

While you’re away, I go to the bar and buy us some drinks. You come back just as my friend spots us from the stage. He gives a subtle wave and winks at me once he’s seen you. He loves sexy women, and I can tell that he approves.

We stand by the bar listening to the band. Your arm is around my waist and my arm is around your shoulders. You sway in time to the music, and I can feel your thigh rub against mine as you keep time. Most of the songs are quite slow, but when a faster song comes on you pull me away and we join the crowd on the dance floor. You press yourself against me, and we dance closely.

I am still hard, and you feel me dig into you as we dance. All I can think about now is fucking you. The bar and the taxi ride have driven me crazy, and my desire for you distracts me from everything else. As no one can see on the darkened dance floor, you carefully put your hand down the waist of my jeans, and your fingers meet the tip of my cock, still wet with the pre-cum you drew from me in the taxi. We dance for a while, and you gentle caress my cock with your fingertips. I’m holding you close and in such a way as no one can see what your doing, so I don’t stop you when you start to circle your thumb around the head of my cock, using my pre-cum to lubricate your strokes and caresses.

After a few songs, the band stops to take a break. You slowly pull your hand from my jeans just as my friend comes over to say hello. He shakes my hand, and I introduce him to you. He winks at you and then kisses you on both cheeks. You blush, but I can tell you’re Alanya Escort enjoying the attention.

The three of us go and sit at a table and order more drinks. A few other people join us, and by this stage everyone is starting to feel a bit drunk, including us. Everyone is very relaxed, and as a few of the other couples are kissing. As no one seems to care, I lean forward and kiss you deeply on the mouth, pushing my tongue against yours. I’m still so turned on that I can feel my cock harden further, and you rest your hand on the bulge in my jeans. I twitch at your touch and the feeling of desire rises in my throat again.

My friend comes back to the table with a few shots, and we each knock back some vodka. My friend says that he needs to get ready for the second set, and invites us to the dressing room so we can talk whilst he gets ready. It’s quite full of people, but the atmosphere is exciting. I can hear the emcee on stage getting the crowd’s attention. Most of the people in the room leave to find a place near the stage. It’s just us and the band left. My friend tells us that we can leave our bags and coats in the dressing room if we like, so we take off our coats and leave them on one of the sofas. He then says that it’s time to go on stage, so he and the rest of the band leave ahead of us. You go to follow them to watch the next set, but I grab your hand and hold you back. My friend is too focussed on getting ready to play to notice, and no one looks back as the dressing room door shuts behind them. We are alone in the dressing room.

I hear the band start playing as I pull you towards me and kiss you again. This time there is no holding us back. I hold the back of your head with my hand, and pull Alanya Escort Bayan your mouth tight against mine as we explore each other with our tongues. You then open my shirt and start to kiss my neck and chest. I undo the buttons of your blouse. I reach around and flip open the clasp of your bra, and I feel your hot, heavy tits fall against my chest.

I push you back onto one of the large sofas in the dressing room, and find one of your nipples with my tongue. I suck, kiss and gently bite your tits while I hitch up your skirt and search out your pussy. I pull your panties down slightly by tugging on the gusset, and I can feel your hot, wet flesh against the backs of my fingers. I kiss down your belly and then move so that I can kiss the skin at the top of your stockings. I kiss up your inner thigh until I am gently licking the soft skin just between your pussy and the top of your thigh. You gasp and almost instinctively pull my head forward so that my mouth clamps over your pussy.

I bury my tongue in you, then drag it up until I find your clitoris. You shudder and moan, and I again lick down until my tongue is inside you. I lick, kiss and suck your pussy until I can tell you are going to cum again. I stand up and you grab at my jeans, tearing open my belt and pulling down my fly. You grab my cock, and suck it deep into your mouth. You moan, and the vibrations make me even harder so that it feels as if my cock is straining against the roof of your mouth. I feel pre-cum flow from me, and feel the pressure on the head of my cock as you swallow, your throat tightening around me. You push me away, grab my hips, and then pull me down between your legs. We both know now that we are going to fuck. There is Escort Alanya nothing that could stop us.

The head of my cock finds your hot, wet, open pussy. You are so wet now that the full length of my dick slides straight into you until I can feel your thighs and pelvis pressed hard against mine. You groan loudly, and, almost yelling, you say, “Oh, Fuck. You’re fucking me, my god, fuck my pussy.” The music is so loud that there is no way anyone will hear us. I want to take it slowly, but all I can do by now is fuck into you hard, pushing my cock as far inside you as I can, dragging it back, then plunging again into your warm, wet, swollen vagina.

I feel you tense in a way that I now know means you are going to cum. You bite my neck and start a long moaning groan that starts deep in your chest. You then start to pant, and you gasp as your eyes widen and look deep into mine whilst an orgasm tightens your pussy around my cock.

The tingling itch in my cock starts, and I feel my whole body start to feel heavy and hard. I start to tremble uncontrollably as I feel my balls tighten a little, and feel the cum rising up in my cock. I kiss you hard again, and reach around to cup your ass in my hands. I thrust deep into you once more, and I can no longer hold back. I try to stop it, but a guttural moan escapes my throat and suddenly it feels as if a shock of electricity passes through me from my cock, up my chest and throat, and then down my back. I feel my cum spray into you, and you start to pant, groan and gasp again as you cum with me. I cum so hard that my body jolts. I pull my cock out of you and spray the last of my cum onto your belly and tits.

We fall back on the sofa and hold each other, too blown away by our fuck to talk. We kiss as you put your bra back on, letting my cum soak into the soft fabric. I pull up my underpants and jeans, zipping my still throbbing cock back into them. You don’t put your panties back on, just your skirt. Without speaking we head out into the crowd to watch the band.

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The next morning proved to be a challenge for Roger since he was functioning on only about three and a half hours sleep. Jessica had worn him out the night before, and Roger was still amazed at her stamina – and her abilities in bed. She was without a doubt the most energetic, flexible, and skilled lover Roger had ever had, and he’d been around the block a time or two. He wondered for a moment how a girl of only 19 years would come to be such a skilled lover, but only for a moment as the answer came to him immediately – an answer that he already knew in the back of his mind but was ignoring because of the unfairness of it.

When a man slept around a lot he was considered to be a ‘stud,’ but when a woman did it she was called a ‘slut.’ Roger remembered when he was 19 years old and in the service; he was stationed at a base outside of a very small town in the South, and the local girls loved men in uniform. At one time he could accurately claim to be able to have a date for 9 nights in a row with a different girl every night, and get laid 7 out of 9 times with the other 2 giving him a blowjob. So considering his past, Roger was not inclined to be critical of Jessica for hers.

But those notes and her uncanny ability to put them in places that were inaccessible to the normal person were still a source of wonder and amazement to him, and he was still more than a little curious as to just how she was able to pull it off.

He half expected to find another note in his car as he unlocked the door to go to work, but to his disappointment there was none. On the drive to the school he wondered if Jessica was going to be in class today and found himself sincerely hoping that she was, even though he knew her presence was going to be a real distraction, and that working around the erection she was sure to give him was going to be a challenge.

The school bell rang a few minutes after Roger got to his classroom, and his students trooped in and took their seats. All of the boys glanced over at the desk in the front of the classroom that Jessica had staked out as her own since Roger became their teacher, all of them wondering – and hoping – that Jessica would be in class today. Roger smiled as he thought to himself, ‘If they only knew!’

The final bell rang and Jessica’s desk was still empty. Roger was wondering if she was going to show up as he closed the door to the classroom and took his place behind his desk in front of the blackboard. Just as he turned to pick up a piece of chalk to begin the day’s lessons the door opened and Jessica came in, wearing her school uniform in the usual manner – at least, what the usual manner was for her, that is. Roger was somewhat relieved to see that she was wearing a bra today; if she had showed up braless Roger was sure he wasn’t going to be able to get through the day without having to hide an erection. So while he was relieved in one aspect, he was disappointed in another.

Jessica smiled at Roger as she turned to close the door, her long auburn hair hanging over the right side of her face as usual, then turned to face him and paused at the door for a moment while she spoke. He couldn’t help but let his eyes drop to the more than ample amount of cleavage she was showing, and he was sure that every other male in the class was looking at it as well.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Mr. Marks,” she said in her usual sultry voice, and Roger could almost hear the dicks getting hard in his classroom, his among them. “I didn’t get much sleep last night, so I’m afraid I overslept. Can you ever forgive me?” she asked, giving him a coy smile that only the two of them knew the meaning of.

“That’s fine, Jessica, just take your seat,” Roger replied, surprised at how nonplussed and professional his reply was. It was as if nothing at all had happened between them, and for a brief moment Roger was concerned that Jessica would be mad at him for appearing so nonchalant about it all. But he was pleasantly surprised to see that her smile got even bigger at his reply, telling him that she was happy with his “performance” in the classroom. She walked over to her desk and sat down, crossing her legs at the ankles as she clasped her hands together on the desk, pushing her arms inward to make her mammoth breasts bulge out at the open top of her shirt. She looked up at him and smiled the most innocent smile she could manage, just as if she was unaware of what she was doing.

‘So that’s it, huh?’ Roger thought to himself, ‘She’s going to make it hard on me today by teasing me!’ Roger turned towards the blackboard and began writing, hoping that Jessica – and the rest of the class – hadn’t seen the beginnings of the erection she was giving him and that it would fade out before he had to turn around. Unfortunately, it didn’t, but on the positive side it didn’t get any more prominent either. When he turned around again to face the class and begin the day’s teachings he saw Jessica looking at the slightly visible bulge in his pants, a smile crossing her face as she did so. Then she looked up at him from beneath her brow, and her delicate pink Alanya Escort tongue slipped out from between her parted lips. She licked her lips slowly and sensually, never breaking eye contact with him, and he could feel his cock expanding.

Roger knew he had to do something quickly, so he took a few step over to his desk, pulled the chair out and sat down. He glanced at Jessica briefly before speaking, and noticed that she was now sitting back in her desk, her blazer opened wide, her big nipples hard and prominent through both the bra and the white shirt she was wearing. It was all Roger could do to take his eyes off of her and address to the class.

“Time for a reading assignment, ladies and gentlemen,” he said, pulling out his own textbook that he taught from and holding it up briefly to the class. “Open your books to Chapter 3 and begin reading pages 45 through 55, and be prepared to discuss what you’ve read. You have half an hour, and your time starts now!”

There was a shuffling of books and papers as the students retrieved their books and opened them as instructed, Jessica among them. She gave him one last sultry look before beginning to read, deftly popping open a button on her shirt to show more cleavage to him and pulling her shoulders back to make the shirt open up so he got a good view. She was smiling as she lowered her head to begin reading.

There were some passages in the book that Roger wanted to make sure he discussed with the class, so he opened the center drawer of his desk to retrieve a highlighter. That’s when he saw the note addressed to him in Jessica’s spidery, flowing handwriting. He paused in surprise for just a moment, glancing up at Jessica, then opened the note. He was careful to keep it low inside the desk drawer to keep the other students from seeing it and opened it slowly to avoid making any noise.

‘I just love teasing you and making your cock hard, my pet! And it is hard right now, isn’t it? Just think of how much harder it’s going to be with my soft lips wrapped around it as I suck the pre-cum out of it!”

Roger felt his cock grow even more, and he wasn’t surprised when he looked up at Jessica to see her looking up at him from beneath her brow, her head lowered as she was reading, and smiling. He folded the note up and slipped it into his jacket pocket, then turned his attention towards highlighting the passages in his textbook.

The rest of the lesson turned out to be just as much of a challenge as Roger thought it would be with Jessica taking every opportunity to tease him in the subtlest of ways. She sat back in her chair and pulled her shoulders back to make her shirt stretch tight across her massive breasts; she surreptitiously ran her fingers over and around the nubs of her nipples to make them stand out more prominently against her shirt, and Roger thought he’d lose it completely when she slipped a slender finger slowly into her mouth, wrapped her soft lips around it, and sucked on it hard enough to make her cheeks hollow in just enough to be seen as she slowly pulled it out of her mouth.

When the bell rang signaling the end of the class Roger was relieved in one way but disappointed in another. The majority of the students were quick to leave the classroom; after all, it was Friday and they were anxious to get their weekend started. But Jessica was in no hurry to leave, slowly gathering her books up and bending over to pick one up from the floor which gave Roger a spectacular view of her huge, full breasts. The last student was just walking out of the door when Jessica stood up to leave, holding her books in front of her against her chest and pulling them close to make the mountains of her breasts bulge out of the top of her shirt. She slowly walked over to the desk where Roger was still sitting and where he’d been sitting for most of the class. It was the only way to hide the erection that Jessica had given him. He sat back in his chair and looked up at her, a grin on his face as he spoke.

“You rather enjoyed teasing me all day, didn’t you, Jessica?” he asked.

“Yes, Roger, I certainly did,” she replied, smiling back at him, her long auburn hair hiding the right side of her face as usual. She glanced down at the large lump of his erect cock pressing against his pants as she continued. “And from the looks of it, you enjoyed it as much as I did!”

“Yeah, well, sometimes the damned thing has a mind of its own,” he replied, looking down at his crotch as he spoke.

“Thank goodness for that!” Jessica said, then turned to walk towards the door. Roger was mesmerized by the swinging of her firm, shapely ass as she walked. The fact that he had seen that ass – and much more – naked made it even more enjoyable. When she reached the door she paused as she put her hand on the knob, turning to look at him before speaking.

“Do you have any plans for the weekend, my pet?” she asked.

“As a matter of fact no, I don’t, Jessica,” he replied. Jessica smiled bigger at him as she spoke again.

“You do now,” she said as she opened the door. Then she stepped Alanya Escort Bayan through it and was gone, the scent of her jasmine perfume hanging in the air. Roger just sat there and looked at the closed door for a moment, trying to figure out what this young nymph had up her sleeve next, then gave up. He decided to just go with the flow, gathering up his books and papers, putting them in his briefcase before heading out of the door himself.

Roger walked out of the building, across the campus and down to the parking lot to his car, and he wasn’t at all surprised to see a note sitting on the driver’s seat. He smiled as he unlocked the door and then opened it, reaching in to pick up the note before he got in. Once he got the car started and the air conditioning going he opened up the note to read it.

‘I’m glad you don’t have any plans for the weekend, my pet, because I have something planned for the both of us! The limo will pick you up at six, and you need bring nothing except the clothes you’re wearing. See you soon! Jessica’

“Nothing except the clothes I’m wearing,” Roger repeated out loud to himself. “And I have a feeling I won’t be wearing those for long!” he continued as he started the car. He put the car in gear, backed out of his parking space, then left the lot and headed for his apartment. He was smiling the whole way.

Roger had plenty of time to shower and change out of his work clothes once he got to his apartment. He half-expected to find a series of notes along the way, but was disappointed when no more notes were waiting for him. When he came down the stairs from his apartment at six PM he was wearing clean jeans, deck shoes, and a dark green polo shirt. He had nothing else with him except his wallet and watch, just as the note from Jessica dictated. He got to the bottom of the stairs and saw the long, white limo waiting for him, the driver clad in a black suit wearing a chauffer’s hat standing next to the rear door. The driver touched the brim of his cap as he spoke.

“Mr. Marks?” he asked, giving Roger a professional smile.

“That’s me,” Roger replied

“Very good, sir,” the driver said, opening the door for Roger. “Please make yourself comfortable and enjoy the ride,” he said as Roger got into the limo. The driver closed the door behind him and then went around the limo to get in behind the wheel. The limo pulled smoothly away from the curb and blended into traffic as Roger settled in, getting comfortable in the plush rear seat. The interior of the limo was a deep burgundy, the seats were soft and full, and there was a crystal decanter containing what Roger assumed must be whiskey in a holder on the other side of the limo from the door. There were two crystal glasses on either side of the bottle, all of which were sparkling in the soft interior lighting of the limo. Roger reached for a glass and then the decanter, pouring two fingers of the brown liquid into the glass. He took a sip and instantly recognized the liquid as a premier brand of bourbon, the kind that came in a purple drawstring bag. He took another sip as he settled back into the soft seat, smiling as he got comfortable.

‘Man, I could get used to this!’ he thought to himself as he folded down the center armrest to use the drink holder he knew was there. As he moved to put the crystal glass in the holder he stopped short, then began to smile.

There was a note addressed to him inside the drink holder, and he recognized Jessica’s handwriting. He picked up the note and put the glass in its place, then opened the note and read what it said.

‘Hello, my pet! I do hope you like the limo as you’re going to be in it for a little while, and I wanted to make your trip as comfortable as possible. You’re on your way to The Windjammer Hotel where I’ll be waiting for you. The trip will take a little more than an hour, and once you get there go to the front desk and introduce yourself. Now all you need to do is relax, enjoy the ride and the bourbon, and I’ll see you soon!”

He was impressed. The Windjammer Hotel was one of the more expensive hotels located on the beach, with every room in the hotel facing the beach. He’d seen it several times and had often wondered what it would be like to stay there, but he always thought that he’d never be able to afford it on his salary. That was all in the past now, as his obviously well-to-do 19-year-old lover had taken care of all that for him. But then again, coming from the Alexander family the way she did, he wasn’t surprised that she had money. The limo alone was proof of that.

He took one more look at the note as he picked up his drink and took a sip, then folded the note and slipped it into his pocket. All there was to do now was just what Jessica had told him to do – relax, enjoy the ride and the bourbon. He decided to do just that, stretching out his legs and crossing his feet at the ankles.

“Yes, I could definitely get used to this!” he said aloud, smiling to himself.

A little more than an hour later the limo pulled up to the circular drive in front of The Escort Alanya Windjammer Hotel, and as soon as it stopped the driver got out and opened Roger’s door for him. Roger went to reach for his wallet to tip the driver, but the driver put his hand on Roger’s arm and stopped him.

“Thank you, sir, but that’s already been taken care of,” he said, smiling and tipping his hat at Roger. “Have a good weekend, sir!” he said before going around to the driver’s door, getting in, and then driving away. Roger walked into the lobby of the hotel, the cool air inside giving him a little bit of a chill. He walked over to the desk where an attractive brunette was working. She looked up and smiled as he approached.

“Good evening, sir, may I help you?” she said cheerily.

“Yes, my name is Roger Marks,” Roger replied.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Marks, I have your room key card right here!” she said, picking up a small envelope the size of a credit card from out of an accordion holder and handing it to him. He noticed his name was written on the envelope as he took it.

“You’re in Room 1022; take the elevator up to the tenth floor, turn right, and it’s third door on the right,” she explained, pointing to the elevator to his left.

“Thank you very much,” Roger replied, turning to head for the elevator.

“And I have this note for you, too, Mr. Marks,” the brunette said, handing him another folded note. Once again he recognized Jessica’s handwriting as he took the note. “If there’s anything you need, please don’t hesitate to call. I hope you have an enjoyable stay!” the brunette said, smiling broadly at him.

“Thank you, I’m sure I will!” he replied, opening the note.

“Come to me, my pet, I’m waiting for you!”

Roger felt his cock twitch as he read the simple message. He folded the note and put it in his pocket with the other one as he headed to the elevator. Less than two minutes later he stepped out of the elevator onto the tenth floor of the hotel and turned right, striding down the hallway to the third door on the right which bore the numbers ‘1022.’ He slipped the card key into the slot and was rewarded with a green light and a soft ‘beep’ as the lock clicked open. He turned the handle and opened the door, stepping into the foyer of one of the most spacious hotel rooms he’d ever seen.

The door opened into a living room with a couch on one side of the room, a long table with a rather large HD TV sitting on it on the other side of the room, and a big lounge chair sitting in the corner next to the sliding glass door which led to the balcony. There was a coffee table sitting in front of the couch, and on the table was a champagne bucket that contained a bottle of champagne. There were two long stemmed champagne glasses – crystal, he was sure – sitting on the table next to them, and Roger had a pretty good idea he knew what brand champagne was sitting in the bucket getting chilled. The door to the bedroom was on the side of the room where the table and HD TV were, and as he turned his head to look Jessica appeared in the doorway.

She was sexy and stunning as usual, wearing a long, flowing white see-through robe with faux white fur at the collar and cuffs. Beneath the robe she was wearing a white lace teddy, the top of which was cut very low and barely holding in her heavy, mammoth breasts. He could see the dark patch of her closely trimmed pubic hair beneath the crotch of the teddy, and he could feel the first stirrings in his balls and his cock. She completed the outfit by wearing white nylons that didn’t need a garter belt to stay up, the tops stopping at mid-thigh. Jessica put her hands on either side of the doorway and cocked one leg at the knee as she looked at him and smiled her usual, sexy smile. The right side of her face was again covered by her long, flowing auburn hair, something that Roger thought he would always find incredibly sexy and alluring. She smiled at him as she spoke.

“Hello, my pet,” she said, her voice low and sultry as usual. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“Hello, Jessica,” Roger replied, smiling back at her as he let his eyes roam up and down her lithe figure. “I’m glad I’m here, too!”

Jessica walked over to him, her hips swaying as she walked, her huge breasts bobbling inside the teddy with every movement. Roger could see her nipples were hard and erect, pressing against the thin material of the lingerie and nearly ripping through it. She never broke eye contact with him as she covered the short space between them, her green eyes – the one he could see, anyway – sparkling. She walked up to him and reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pulled her body close to his. Roger could feel the massive globes of her breasts pressing against his chest as she molded her body to his, and he could feel the heat emanating from her groin as her hips pressed hard against his. She placed a hand on the back of his head and pulled his face down to hers as she lifted her face up, her soft, full lips parted in anticipation. Their lips touched as they kissed, Jessica pressing her full body up against Roger’s even harder as her lithe tongue slipped out of her mouth and into his. Their tongues danced as Roger slipped his arms around Jessica’s body and pulled her close to him, letting one hand slide down her back to grip and squeeze one of the firm, rounded gloves of Jessica’s ass.

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