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“Totally dusty, girlfriend.”

“So did you let him get the drawers, sister girl?”

“Oh hell no; of course not Ermin. You should’ve seen the sad puppy dog look on his face when I didn’t invite him in. He didn’t even get a goodnight kiss, no handshake or nothing!! Shit, I got down with the accessories, if you know what I mean?”

“You so savage, Shaila girl; you know you need to stop leading that boy around by the nose. Now if that was me, I’d handled that fine piece of chocolate, proper!!”

“He was out of pocket; his credit report came in red so, no kitty for scrubs!!” Uproarious laughter followed from the opposite side of the table drawing my attention away from my phone.

Shaila McCaughey in my opinion was a bit phony, and decidedly thirsty for attention. I’d recently come to work at this firm in the valley happy to keep to myself in my assigned cubicle. Despite this, humans need some sort of contact with others periodically, so I’d take my first break in the employee cafeteria / break room. This choice left me privy to the social business of coworkers wanted, or not. Shaila was this light skinned woman in her early thirties, marginally attractive, tall with an overly thick, bottom heavy figure. I’m only human, so I have to admit that she had the proverbial “Ass That Wouldn’t Quit”.

The divorce left me jaded enough that I had considerable psychological armor to counteract her obvious charms. This woman made her dime socially in the office holding court in the breakroom with carefully selected peers one of which was her BFF, Ermin a gender fluid individual somewhat on the flamboyant side. Consequently I’d been privy to her social adventures verbally, accompanied by the embarrassing clownish falsetto of her self-assigned bard. Presently, I found my gaze on the extravagant curve of her backside, fetching this particular morning and that was about it.

“Shit, I’m late getting back.”

“Bye Girl!” Ermin cried out in hyper feminized style as Shaila and her circle scrambled back onto the work floor. The quiet that followed returned an aura of peace to the small rectangular office.

“Caught you looking boyfriend.”

“Excuse me?” Ermin was staring in my direction batting the heavy lashes artificially applied to his saucer eyes for effect.

“You was checking out the cheeks and you got-BUSTED.” He wagged a finger with an artificial nail applied and coated in garish orange.

“Alright, now what?” He reared back in his seat with an exaggerated arch in his back, blinking profusely. Ermin kept his hair in a military style buzz cut that was tinged purple which brought out his dark skin tone. It was against the company grooming standards, but H.R. found addressing the issue, a daunting task.

“Oh, so you for real or something, brother man?”

“My personal business; I just asked a question.” Ermin produced a tiny tube of Chapstick running it across his prominent lips before grinning at me like a jackal.

“You so hard; I’ll give your regards to Shaila, honey.”

“Whatever.”

Ermin got up still grinning in annoying fashion staring before leaving the breakroom with an odd gait that made it look like he was purposely sticking his ass out. Unknown to me at the time, this guy was playing the long game of an eventual sexual reassessment surgery looming large in his future. I made a mental note to stop using the breakroom for a few weeks until I was forgotten. That guy was the office hen spreading gossip like a fucking pandemic.

As far as I was concerned, that was the end of affairs as I made mental note to give those guys a wide berth so that I wouldn’t get caught up in any office related shenanigans and further nonsense with their sewing circle. There was this weird feeling lingering after my exchange with Ermin as I found traffic a little heavier than usual in my aisle. I recognized one or two female faces from the breakroom earlier with Ermin passing between those dual sightings. I didn’t see the alpha female of their clique but knew she was well aware that I’d admitted to looking at her huge butt.

Shaila was another fellow employee who had her way with doting male managers and a clueless human resources department also befuddled about addressing the frequent bouts of plumber pants afflicting the office queen. We had a partially relaxed dress code that allowed Shaila to make use of her distracting curves in a series of jean print leggings that failed to completely cover her rear end whenever she had a seat. This was the reason my eyes found her fashion indiscretion luxuriating in the lacy, lilac colored thong riding high on her hips.

I knew some kind of shit show was waiting for me in that breakroom opting to hit a back corridor containing some small utility restrooms with two vending machines between them. There was a payphone in the cramped area too along with a plastic chair. I enjoyed a drama free break period finding a surprise when I returned to my cubicle. Shaila flanked by two female compatriots was scurrying away from the aisle Ağrı Escort containing my desk. I hung back watching them make good their escape affording myself another look at that big, jiggling butt of hers.

This woman was a good five eight inches of height, with a decidedly cylindrical build above the waist. Given her height, it was the big, ponderous, mushy looking rear that made the difference in her appearance. Her face reminded me of a milk colored version of actress, Gina Torres. That almost familiar looking face was hidden under this reddish, nappy lioness mane. Shaila knew how to play up her assets always professionally made up, with an inconsequential top over a variety of leggings designed to show off her powerful looking, shapely legs. I appreciated this from a voyeuristic point of view. But that was as far as I was willing to go, resolving to stay out of the blast zone.

Two weeks later I decided enough time had passed, entering the breakroom after an extended sabbatical before my shift to enjoy a modest breakfast of a sausage croissant and some orange juice. The wall mounted television was permanently affixed on MSNBC necessitating that I view my phone for real news. About fifteen minutes after I took my seat, Shaila, Ermin and their assorted followers appeared in dramatic fashion, loud and boisterous.

“Oh look who done popped up this morning, sister girl!!” Ermin exclaimed in the same, likely practiced falsetto tone. I didn’t glance over or respond, dedicated to keeping my eyes on my phone.

“Stop girlfriend; don’t be noxious so early in the morning!” Shaila playfully admonished.

“Don’t be extra, baby!” He shouted back earning more raucous laughter from their associates. I instantly wanted to put some distance between myself and this annoying clique but knew that leaving right away would be like blood in the water.

I waited five minutes listening to the incessant chatter gradually withdrawing from the table to the counter at my back. I poured myself a cup of joe I didn’t need facing away from the chirping magpies.

“Hey uhm, you got a charger?” The room became deathly quiet as Shaila pushed up beside me at the counter, snagging one of the complimentary pastries there.

“Yeah, here you go; leave it here, I’ll pick it up later.” Instead of handing it to her, I put it on the counter managing to leave the break room without looking at her directly.

“Oh wow, he’s fabulous!” Ermin commented as I opened the breakroom door.

The nonstop chatter followed me out onto the work floor dissipating as I reached my cubicle. She’d been wearing this sort of fluffy looking, long sleeved white blouse undated with polka dots. Those show stopping legs of hers were covered in some muted leopard print leggings likely for optimal effect. Despite myself, I wished I could’ve gotten a look at that ass in those leggings. My day sort of dragged from that point on until Shaila made an appearance at my cubicle placing the charger on my desk as I tapped away at my keyboard.

“Hey thanks for letting me use this; I’m just bringing it back.” There was some awkwardness mixed in her jovial tone.

“You’re welcome miss; have a nice day.”

“Uhm, sure.” Shaila lingered for a moment too long, seeming undecided before taking a few steps away from my area.

I glanced up seeing the back of her shaggy mane. I followed the trajectory of her gaze finding Ermin and some of her sewing circle excitedly motioning towards her in partially silent direction. My eyes returned to the monitor on my desk as she rested an arm on top of my partition.

“What, you don’t wanna look at me or something?” Shaila sounded playfully irritated, distinctively serious.

“Of course I want to look at you.”

“Why don’t you?”

“Doing so would invite your friends over and I’m a responsible adult, Shaila. I don’t see a path to interacting with you without the inherent human baggage.”

“You don’t like my friends?”

“We work in the same office, but I don’t actually know them. Your friend Ermin could’ve said good morning instead of rightly accusing me of looking at your butt. So to me, that’s a wrap especially in this day and age.” I never stopped tapping as she stood there processing my words.

“So, you still ain’t gonna look at me, huh?”

“Shaila, if you want me to look at you; I get off work at five much like yourself. We can have a bite and talk for real, but other than that; I have work to do.” I was still tapping away at my computer.

“You asking me out?”

“No.”

“What’re you asking me then?”

“I’m asking you to make an adult decision about whether or not you want to have a bite to eat with me, sans your entourage.” The tone of my voice let her know I was deadly serious.

“You asking me out.”

Shaila’s voice drifted away along with the rest of her back to her circle of friends. I figured that I’d had my first and last conversation with the self-important diva resolving to continue keeping my distance because I was Ağrı Escort Bayan sure Ermin would appear in short order to taunt or vet me in service to his co-queen of the office. He appeared right before my last break, invading the same space she had earlier in the day.

“You trying to get at my girl, boyfriend?”

“Not anymore.”

“What happened?” He sounded perplexed actually striking a feminine pose at the entrance of my cubicle.

“She sent you over here to talk to me instead of just meeting me later for dinner. I find that juvenile and I graduated from high school a long time ago.” His doughy looking face scrunched up in apparent annoyance at my unwillingness to adhere to his preconceived notions.

“You don’t have to be all salty.”

“Ermin.”

“What?”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude but I gotta get this assignment done; hey, have a soda on me. We’re okay and why don’t you get your buddy a Coke and a smile on me.” I put a five dollar bill on the edge of the desk. Ermin snatched it up switching down the aisle to report his findings.

Later I found myself taking that last break, returning to the small cramped rear area I’d discovered days earlier after first running afoul of Shaila, Ermin and friends. I figured blatantly asking Shaila out on a date coupled with the appearances of “mother hen” Ermin would effectively put an end to things. Ultimately she was seeking validation of her looks and likely nothing more. I figured she was already telling her followers how I’d asked her on a date and been rejected to rounds of jeers and applause from those assorted mouth breathers.

Still I felt a little butthurt myself at being directly confronted when I wasn’t ready. It reminded me of earlier days before enlightenment set in with the dissolution of my marriage. Shaila was standing at my cubicle when I returned to the work floor from the opposite side of the room. The varying degrees of anxiety gradually dissipated with a full on look at the proverbial ass of my dreams.

As mentioned before, Shaila was more on the tall, cylindrical side which naturally drew the eye down to her sloping hips and extraordinary huge and pronounced buttocks. From just above the small of her back to the deep undercuff of her ponderous cheeks, a pronounced pear shape was plainly visible. Covered in the thin layer of almost sheer animal print got an instant physical reaction out of me. I played pocket pool for a few seconds adjusting myself as I found the manufactured reason Shaila was standing at my desk.

“I was uhm, just bringing your change back.” She lied, peevishly making sure to maintain her posture. It was obvious that she wanted me to see her best asset. Two bills and a quarter were placed on the corner of my desk.

“Sure, thanks.” I managed to regain my seat without betraying myself by glancing at her butt.

“So, where’re we going for dinner?”

“Someplace good; trust me.” I worked not to look at her face already typing away and hating myself for the effort it took not to look directly at Shaila.

“Hint?”

“No, I don’t want your friends showing up; but if you want to make a copy of my driver’s license for Ermin, be my guest.” I fished out the laminated card placing it on the edge of my desk without looking. Shaila picked it up scanning the card before setting it down again.

“Are you always so serious?”

“Ask me that later, at dinner.” I interlocked my knuckles under my chin glancing at Shaila taking in a good direct look at her face. There a light smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks I never noticed before. Her eyes were catlike and green which captured my attention in hypnotic fashion as she smiled.

Shaila slid away seemingly satisfied at the level of emotional involvement leaving me fighting the urge to stick my head out into the aisle to catch another backshot. Instead I glanced over the top of my cubicle finding her outside the department corridor on her phone. I was unsure of how things might go later, but I knew that if she ended up in my bed, Shaila would be limping for the rest of the month. At the conclusion of my workday I half expected her to flake as I turned the corner from the parking garage, but I found her waiting at the corner, with an entourage.

I gotta be honest and admit to almost driving right by this group. Shaila probably thought this was some sort of middle ground between her social needs and my clear disdain for what I considered juvenile bullshit. I pulled up to the curb refusing to even acknowledge the chattering magpies as she sat beside me.

“WHY HE LOOKING SO SERIOUS, WHEN HE GOT THAT GRAND PRIZE?!!” Ermin shouted as I sped away while he was in mid sentence.

“Damn, you bad.” Shaila commented.

“I just can’t do that kind of shit; are you hungry, miss?”

“I got in the car, didn’t I?” She was smiling, but the edge behind her voice was unmistakable.

Her posture indicated she was probably way out of her comfort zone. Shaila seemed to stiffen up Escort Ağrı the further we drove as I hit the freeway for a trendy eatery I’d always wanted to visit but never did because of my former marriage. The old ball and chain for some reason, never wanted to visit the place, but now I intended to scratch that itch if nothing else. I uncharacteristically pulled into valet parking instead of tooling about the busy area for a garage.

I wanted to put Shaila at ease noticing her holding onto her phone with both hands. It seemed her ego fueled this sort of impromptu date. This woman looked a little apprehensive until a chubby yellow jacketed valet opened her door. I’d already made up my mind to play a sort of long game with Shaila as sort of a pet project. Her friend Ermin initiated the chain of events, so I felt obliged to extend an olive leaf.

“Hey, can I ask you a question, Shaila?” I rounded the back of my car finding her visibly tensed up. Honestly it rubbed me the wrong way.

“Uh-Yeah, sure.”

“Do you want to call your friend Ermin; I think you’d feel better if it was a threesome?”

“WHAT?!!”

“For dinner; you wanna ask him down here to be a chaperone; I guess?” Her expressive eyes rolled as she realized what I was suggesting. At this point I didn’t care how obvious it was that I was checking her out, but I still dialed it down a bit.

“Why’d you ask me that; I-I mean, are you sure you won’t mind?” She stuttered at first, half catching herself verbally.

“No, I don’t care but I’m not picking up the check for his meal. You can have whatever you want, okay?” She nodded already dialing him up.

I’d stopped looking directly at her face drawn to the restaurant / open bar and its open patio. It was a little after six in the evening and the place was jumping. I was eager to try out the menu and vet my coworker for a serious pounding if the opportunity presented itself. Presently I just wanted to find out if there was enough between her ears to even bother. I suggested her flamboyant sidekick because I knew if all else failed he’d give me what I wanted. She gave me a token smile as I opened the door to the bar observing a long dormant chivalry.

“It’s gonna take him a little time to get here.”

“Perfect we have to wait for seating anyway; maybe we can talk a little.” We found seating on benches adjacent to the podium inside after I spoke with the hostess. I grabbed a menu perusing the items on the laminated one sheet, noting drinks on one side. A huge, meaty ribeye steak caught my eye as I glanced over finding Shaila staring at her phone.

“What do you think of the place, Shaila?”

“Uhm, it’s okay; a little noisy though.” She looked uncomfortable in her own skin, folding one leg over the other as I took stock of a luscious thigh. Her full, voluptuous figure was right up my alley, but Shaila seemed off balance used to dictating how things went in dating situations. I hadn’t given her the opportunity.

“I came for the menu; so, I’ll let the hostess know that we prefer an outside table. I think it’ll be easy for Erwin to find us.”

“Well uhm, yeah sure.” She half stuttered.

We were finally seated at an elevated section of the bar in the patio. I was happy for the outside space so that I could enjoy the music purposely sitting on the other end of the circular table. I ordered a Daiquiri while my nervous date had a strawberry lemonade. In the distance there were a series of large monitors displaying a few games right over a very busy bar as I noticed Shaila passively looking around.

“I want to talk to you Shaila, but you seem nervous or something. I’m not used to sitting before somebody who might be apprehensive about me; so is it because you usually travel with your friends?”

“Well, I do hang out a lot with the girls and uhm, Ermin is my roommate. We been together since high school and he’s kind of like, my rock if you know what I mean? You uhm, seem like a cool guy too.”

“Alright, so I’ll tell you what Shaila; just consider this a really nice lunch hour and nothing more.”

“I don’t get it?”

“We’re just having a bite and nothing else; you can act like this never happened tomorrow. Maybe I should’ve asked you where you wanted to go first; but I always wanted to visit this bar, but the wife wouldn’t let me.”

“YOU’RE MARRIED?!!” Shaila became animated for a few seconds as I nodded in the negative.

“Divorced, recently.”

“Oh really; what happened?” Her shoulders slumped a bit as she leaned forward taking a sip of her drink, coughing when she realized there was a tiny bit of alcohol inside. I carefully pushed a napkin across the table.

“Cheating.”

“Why’d you cheat?” Shaila asked pointedly, inviting casual conflict.

“She cheated, big time Shaila.” Her eyes widened at my answer as I finished my Daiquiri signaling the waitress for another as she attended to an adjacent table.

“Why’d your wife cheat?”

“I don’t have a clue, my money game is solid, we had a three bedroom and I always bring my A-Game behind closed doors, if you know what I mean, Shaila. I find it perplexing trying to figure out if there was a time when she wasn’t stepping outside our sham marriage.” She listened intently taking a few sips from her glass.

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The car was beginning to slip and slide under the snow, as Gina struggled to keep on the country road. She had always learned to steer into the skid, but the compulsion to steer as normal was a hard habit to break. She slowed her speed to adjust for the roads. If she had lost control, she was certain to be stuck for several days. The resort was not going to be opened for another week, but a decent amount of powder had already fallen.

Her rented Lexus was still able to navigate the undulating road. It was not as if she was in a hurry to get to the resort. From what the owner of the resort had told her, the upgrade to the fibre optic line was supposed to allow for faster connection speed. Gina had a small panic attack as she wondered if her laptop was in her bag. Absentmindedly, she reached back and felt around for her knapsack. When she felt the stiff lump of the corner of her computer, she allowed herself to relax.

The crunching under the tires began to subside. Finally, she had made it up to the parking lot of Graymont, the exclusive ski resort in the middle of nowhere up in Wyoming. The town was constructed to cater to rich and aspiring rich people to spend the day on the slopes. Gina had never once touched a pair of skis, but would be all too happy to accept some contract work. She had to take time off her usual job just to accept.

It was not as if she had much else to do. The divorce was over a year ago, and Gina never recovered either emotionally or financially. Her deadbeat husband had been slowly stealing money from her, losing it at the casino and going to titty bars. They had to sell their home, as the debt her husband had built up was considered communal, meaning they were both on the hook. Gina still had her job to fall back on, but she felt as if she was starting from square one.

She pulled the Lexus up to the front of the main building. When she got out of the car, she stuck her behind out as she reached in to get her knapsack. A gust of wind blew snow from the car roof directly down into her butt crack as she was bending over. The jolt of cold and wetness caused her to jerk herself up, making her whack her head on the car roof. The soft padding of the roof prevented injury, but Gina felt self-conscious regardless. She pulled out the knapsack and threw it over her shoulder.

She was careful not to slip on the sidewalk as she made her way to the front door. The owner had said to meet up with the custodian. Gina had in mind the kind of man she was going to have to meet—some pot-bellied, foul-smelling, unmannered fool who barely made it through high school. Gina was not terribly snobby, but she did recognize when a weekend was about to be wasted. The man would likely be leering at her the entire time.

Gina did her cute little steps to the door. She should have worn better shoes than her UGGs, but she liked how comfortable they were. She squinted as she peered through the glass, placing her hand to shield her eyes. She tried knocking on the door.

“Can I help you?” came a voice behind her.

Gina let out a small squeal. She turned around quickly, only to find a tall stranger standing there. He was in a thick snow suit and ski mask, wearing sunglasses over the hood. He had a snow shovel slung over his shoulder.

“I’m…so sorry,” Gina began, her heart still racing. “I was sent here by Tom Filk.” She fumbled for one of her business cards.

The man scratched at his ski mask. “Oh, you must be the IT person,” he said. Gina noticed he had an unusual accent. The man strolled by her as he produced a set of keys from his jacket pocket. He tried a few keys before finally getting into the front door. He swung it open and walked inside, while Gina reached over and grabbed the door before it slammed behind him. The man stomped in, shaking snow as he went.

“Uh, hello?” Gina began. “Can you please show me where the computer room is?”

The man shook off more of the snow from his suit. He cocked his head to the right. “It’s over here,” he said. “All of the CCTV screens are in there as well. I think they have the modems or whatever there, too.” He walked away absentmindedly. “I’ll leave your room key here on the desk,” he said as he walked by the front desk, slapping it with his gloved palm. “Dinner’s at seven in the main dining hall.”

Gina sighed in frustration. Left to work on her own, she made way to the office. Inside were the screens for the various cameras that monitored the ski runs, as well as various parts of the resort. She looked around until she found the closet where the modems were stored. She opened the door, only to find a spaghetti tangle of cables and several modems dangling on the wall.

Gina ground her teeth as she let her knapsack slide off her shoulder. “You have to be fucking kidding me,” she muttered. Gina was fastidious in her pursuit of a properly organized closet. This was going to eat up most of her afternoon just trying to reorganize the tangle of wires. Ağrı Escort She was hoping that the testing and install could go faster. Any spare time she could get in the village would be welcomed. She could go in and out of the overpriced shops, likely unable to afford the high-end clothes or gourmet chocolates.

She left her knapsack in the office and made her way back to the parking lot. Once she had made her way out of the door, she instantly slipped and fell on her bottom. Gina landed hard, feeling the pain all the way up her spine.

“Oh, FUCK ME!” she screamed. Gina slowly fell over onto her side as she grabbed at her butt. After a couple of minutes, the pain started to subside. Thanks to her Sicilian roots, she was blessed with a lovely round posterior. Her pants were starting to soak through with the melting snow, so she mustered her strength to get to her feet and try again. She looked down at her UGGs. “I still love you, even if I do look like a basic bitch right now.”

Getting her toolkit from the trunk, she made way back to the front door. She made her way up the walk with utmost care, then made her way back to the utility office.

A young man was standing there by the front desk. He looked barely legal, standing with his elbows propped up on the desk and his feet sticking out in front of him. He had stunning blonde hair with cute curls on top. He was also deeply tanned with some of the smoothest skin Gina had ever seen. He looked her way and shot her a smile, showing a blindingly white set of teeth. It was probably the most appealing part of him. His shoulders had an amazing roundness to them. He was standing there in a tight white t-shirt, which was either specially tapered or his chest was stretching it to unimaginable proportions.

Gina struggled with words. “Uh…you’re the guy from earlier, right?”

The man shrugged coyly. “No one else here. Sorry I didn’t introduce myself before. I’m Jake. Jake King.” He extended his arm and walked toward her.

Gina tried again to reach for her business card, then changed her mind. “Gina. Gina Barese.” She grabbed his hand with her wet glove, instantly regretting it. Jake gave no indication of minding as he grasped her hand. His hand grip was soft, as if he was aware that he was not shaking hands with some drinking buddy. She liked the way he rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand, like a special reassuring rub.

She quickly took her hand back. “Oh, sorry! These are wet.”

He shot her the smile again, giving her heart a flutter. “No worries. You look ready to do the Harry back to work.”

Gina paused. “I’m sorry. Are you from around here?”

Jake threw his head back. Even though he was laughing at Gina, it was such a boyishly charming gesture. “Well, no, love. The accent should give that away, yeah?”

Gina realized her blunder and started to laugh nervously too. She put her hand to her forehead, realizing she was starting to sweat. On top of her looking like a mess from her four hour drive, she did not want to start smelling around this boy. “I guess not. I just thought it was so strange that someone from England could find his way out to the middle of Wyoming.”

“Australia, love,” he corrected. Another blunder. “But I don’t take it personally. Just don’t warm up my beer, right?” Gina giggled again, oblivious to the joke but was just bowled over by the way he said it.

“Well,” Gina said, shaking her toolbox, “I have a real mess to clean up back there. The last IT guy must have had it in for me.” She felt another wave of panic run through her. “That wasn’t you, was it?”

“Me?” Jake replied. “Nah, I don’t know anything about computers. I do the maintenance here before we open.” He picked up a key off of the desk. “I’ll let you stay in the deluxe suite. We have the run of the place to ourselves. Make a mess all you want. The maids will be around later to clean it all up.” He slapped the key down again on the desk. “Later, Gina.” He walked up the stairs near the front desk.

Gina allowed a slow smile to creep over her face as she placed her hand on the upper part of her chest. She exhaled and squeezed her eyes shut. After gaining her composure, she went to the office to get to work.

The cables were at least labelled properly, which made the rewiring and hanging a simpler job. Gina ran the six-pair wiring for the new upgraded Internet service. She was imagining some blonde, slender robo-wife trying to get a proper Skype connection through her phone so she can call her kids and apologize for not bringing them along. She shook her head and smiled, thinking of the uptight bitches who are completely clueless to how the luxuries around them were actually built and maintained.

The IT job Gina accepted years ago afforded her the two great lures of any job—high pay and low effort. She had also managed to make friends with so many people in her office building. Most people calling for IT services expected Ağrı Escort Bayan some waxy-skinned male with a wispy douche mustache. When they saw Gina come in, the women looked relieved and the men looked excited.

Gina had her mother’s giant beautiful ass, neatly balanced out with great D-cups. She jiggled in six different directions when she walked. She had put on a slight amount of weight after she had married, which might explain why her husband appeared to be losing interest in her. Most of the weight went into her thighs, which she was painfully aware rubbed together a bit too much when she walked. She envied the Instagram bimbos that had that perfect thigh gap. She was satisfied knowing that she was feminine enough to still attract attention.

Gina got up off of her knees, feeling the burn of her denim etched into her skin. She hooked up her laptop and ran the configuration program. Looking at the clock, she saw that dinner was not for another hour. She decided to make her way to her room and get herself cleaned up.

She grabbed her room key off of the front desk and brought her small suitcase through the hallways. On her way, she noticed one of the doors open and the lights in the room on. She could also hear running water. Gina left her suitcase in the hallway and peeked in to investigate. Looking in at the bathroom, she saw a figure in the shower reflected in the large corner mirror. The bathroom door was also left open. Gina assumed this was Jake’s room, and he was probably used to being alone for extended periods of time.

She could make out the shape of Jake’s body. His ass looked like it was carved out of granite, and his back rippled. Gina finally figured out why his muscles were flexing—his arm was moving back and forth rapidly. He was actually jerking off. Gina put her hands to her face to keep herself from gasping. Jake was throwing his head back, probably enjoying himself. Gina wondered if he was jerking it thinking about her.

Backing up, she knocked a desk lamp over. The noise was so loud that Gina’s heart almost stopped. She ran out of the room and grabbed her suitcase in the hallway, nearly running at top speed towards her room.

She fumbled with the electronic key, finally sliding it in and slamming the door behind her. Gina was still terrified that Jake would run up to her door and pound on it, accusing her of being a sexual predator. She waited a few minutes, then allowed herself to relax once she realized she was not being followed.

Ready to get herself clean, she stripped completely nude and opened her suitcase. She grabbed her toiletries and walked over to the bathroom. She absolutely loved being nude at any opportunity, sometimes spending all day walking around the house in the buff on the hotter days.

She admired the bathroom, now noticing just how wonderful the ensuite room was that she had. Jake had actually treated her quite well. She turned on the shower, stunned at first as the jets sprayed out from several different nozzles mounted in the wall. Someone who stayed there before likely left the full body spray setting on. Gina stepped in, letting the warm water hit her in all directions. She stroked her black, curly hair as she turned around several times. The spray was really doing its work, making it feel as if she was getting a tender massage from all directions.

She wondered who else might have stayed here. Some hot young couple probably stood in here and fucked standing up. Gina pictured throwing her thigh up against the back of some stud’s leg as he pounded her. The best action she had since the divorce was a clumsy feel in a Honda CR-V. She never called the guy again, mostly because he did not seem able to take no for an answer.

Gina turned off the shower. She had trimmed down below just enough before she headed out here, showing a lovely landing strip. A girl has to be prepared. Jake had plenty of fresh towels stocked in the bathroom closet. She grabbed the largest one and began to dab at herself. She made her way out to the main room. Next to the bed was a full-length mirror. Gina strolled over and checked herself out.

She dropped the towel, then ran her fingers over her body. “Girl, even with all the shit things in your life, you still have some rockin’ titties.” She put her hands on her hips and gave them a good shake. Even her own large breasts were fascinating to watch as they rippled and wiggled. So many women she knew were getting implants, and they just looked horrible to Gina. She supposed they could not all be so lucky.

Gina turned to the side and admired her figure more. She had only a slight pot belly, but the way her ass stuck out it more than made up for it. Gina stood all of 5’2″, but with her curves it only made her more voluptuous. She placed her hands under her breasts and lifted, remembering younger days when they seemed to defy gravity. Her pink nipples were standing at attention, mostly due to Escort Ağrı the cold air, but part of it due to thinking about the boy down the hall.

“All right, girl,” she said. “Enough admiring yourself.” Gina reached over to her open suitcase on the bed and pulled out a lace G-string. She stepped into them and pulled them up. She then got the matching bra and skillfully placed it on. She decided with a modest wool sweater and slacks for her outfit. She took a good look at how her boobs looked in the sweater. There was no point in giving Jake too much of an eyeful. She also wanted to play it safe for now. She only met this Jake fellow. Did he have a girlfriend? God forbid he was gay! What a waste of such a beautiful man.

Gina made her way down to the dining hall. Jake had gone out of his way to make her feel relaxed. There were two glowing candles at one of the tables in the middle of the room, and the places had all been set. Jake was coming forward with two trays with steam coming off of them. He placed them down on the table, then noticed Gina coming forward.

He flashed the smile again. “Sorry, love. All we got is microwave dinners. But hey, beat’s a kick up the arse.”

Gina made herself comfortable as Jake draped a cloth napkin along her lap. She raised her eyebrows, impressed with how gallant he was acting. Jake sat down and was about to eat when he clapped his hands together. “Wait!” he exclaimed. He got up and ran behind the bar, producing a bottle. “Eighteen year old scotch,” he said as he sat down again, holding up the bottle for inspection.

Gina gasped and put her hand over her mouth. “Not the MacAllan!” she protested. “Oh, Jake, I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

Jake waved his hand. “No great loss. Alcohol evaporates in the bottle sometimes.” He stuck his tongue to his upper lip as he poured out two glasses. Gina did not want to appear rude, so she took a sip. The smell of the whiskey was strong, but she held it together. She was not much of a drinker except for an occasional glass of Shiraz in the tub.

“So Jake,” Gina began. “How old are you?”

Jake looked surprised she would ask. “Twenty.”

“Jesus, fuck,” Gina muttered under her breath. She widened her eyes and resumed normal volume. “I’m…thirty-five myself. I guess I kind of look it, right?”

Jake pushed his lips together and shook his head. “No, I thought you were out of uni or something.”

Gina wondered right then and there what his penis tasted like.

“As for me,” he continued, “this is my second year working at the resort. A lot of Aussies get hired for the ski resorts.”

This genuinely surprised Gina. “Oh? Are you all great skiers or something?”

Jake laughed. His teeth were so flawless. “No, I think because our uni courses happen at a different time of year. Also our ski season is different.”

Gina nodded. “Oh, right, the…” She flipped her hands around. “Upside-down thing.”

Gina finished off her penne and chicken. It was far from the most appetizing meal she ever had, but given her treatment at the resort, she was willing to put up with some small sacrifices. She drained the last of her drink, then let out a wild yelp as the whiskey burned its way past her esophagus. Jake laughed at the spectacle. Gina was desperate to put that gorgeous smile back on his face again.

They made their way up to the hallway. Jake stopped in front of his room. “So, this is me,” said Jake, seeming flustered. His face suddenly started to turn a pinkish hue.

Gina smiled. “I’ll be right down the hall. Good night, Jake.”

Every part of her felt like it was trying to grab at her brain, saying to throw herself at this breathtaking man. She took a long time before turning and walking down the hall. She made a point to really rub her hips together as she walked, hoping that her butt would send the signal.

Once she made it to her room, she slapped her thigh in disgust. “Are you fucking kidding me, girl?” Her right buttock was still smarting from the spill she took earlier in the day. She slipped out of her clothes, standing in her underwear. “Ah, fuck it!” She then ripped off the bra and panties, then scrambled into bed. She stretched out her legs under the tight covers, making small gyrations with her hips.

She bit her lower lip. She then looked at the door, praying he would come bursting through. “Come on, Jake,” she whispered at the door. “Get in here and fuck me.”After a good ten minutes of staring, Gina succumbed to the whiskey and fell asleep.

The next morning, Gina was installing the patch for the software. She realized now it was going to be three hours before completion. She made her way under the desk to be sure that her power pack was plugged in, when she saw a pair of legs come into the office.

Gina jolted up, smacking her forehead hard on the desk. Jake scrambled down to get to her level, helping her up from the floor.

“God, I’m sorry,” he blurted.

Gina held her forehead, chuckling with a closed mouth. “That was my own damn fault. I’m just…OWW!” Gina stiffened up as she felt a sharp pain in her butt. Jake helped her to the swivel chair.

“Whoa, you must have hurt yourself badly there,” Jake said.

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In the time of Henry Tudor, the infamous King who married six times, his countenance enthused many of his ladies in Chelsea Palace to take full advantage of the climate.

It was well known Henry also had many sexual encounters and several mistresses but anyone who dared to say a word about it was liable for the big chop

But at a time when the male issue was scarce, away fighting for the country, the women were pressed to excel their carnal desires, It was fine with those who referred their own sex to ease their sexual needs but for those whose desires were bent on the male agenda there had to be a way.

Obviously there were not enough guys to fill the requirements, only a few who were closely connected to the King, his servants and the like.

Romantic liaisons were out of the question but women still needed to be fulfilled. Lady Mary Sidney had the solution; The private room in the basement of Chelsea Palace. Once an armory but now` converted to a very cosy and delectable place given the feminine touch .

She approached others of high standing and formed a group who would be willing to share her fantasies in true form. She said “If we are to remain steadfast for our King it is only right that we should expel those frustrations that are essential to any warm blooded human being, and this is what I suggest to you…”

Robert Dudley, the King’s junior Master of the Horse was favourite. They all adored this very desirable and pleasant young man but were wary that the King might be offended if they teamed up with him for sexual favours.

Lady Sidney though was one of the King’s favourite courtiers and had on several occasions ‘exercised certain sexual habits with him. “I know our King will approve wholeheartedly and anyway, why should he have all the fun?” She said. “And anyway his contention is that sex is like food. That we all need both to sustain a good and healthy life and have the energy to fulfill our lives completely, that we cannot do that if we are bogged down with sexual frustration.”

The women talked among each other and upon Lady Sidney’s request made a decision as to whether they Afyon Escort would like to indulge or not.

Most said they would like to try. Marie said it had been horrible not having a man and she was at her wits end, trying to keep her mind occupied so as to keep those very pressing fantasies at bay. Others related to what she said and there were those who had been with other women trying to solve their desires only to discover sex could never be the same as with a red blooded well sexed man.

Later in the week Lady Sidney advised the group that arrangements had been made and they were welcome to share the company of Robert who at first was a little apprehensive but given a few well-placed caresses and the warmth of a kiss he easily succumbed and said he would look forward tom having the pleasure to be of service to ten good women.

So the scene was set and a lot of hearts were thumping, just with the premise of being in the same room as this beautiful young fellow, knowing to what they were all about.

They all agreed that he is a very agreeable guy and they should share and share alike, each taking turns to enjoy what he has to give. That it could not be an emotional commitment that would make it all become complicated. Lady Sidney stipulated that. Let us all simply enjoy the pleasures of the flesh and look forward to when our men return from way when we will have the impetus to give our chosen ones our all, in as much as we have practiced and enjoyed, that our sexual ardor has not sealed up and withered, that we shall all be fresh for the right man when the time comes.

Now they were comfortably attired and waited for Robert to show himself and when he did he looked everything they expected, his Tudor garb and codpiece in place, looking well placed and very, very desirable and when he smiled, the smile was infectious and they all felt a sense of calm, knowing they would feel comfortable sharing their sexual pleasure with such a wonderful attractive young man.

The eight ladies looked wide eyed as Lady Sidney got the show on the road so to speak. She was the one who suggested Afyon Escort Bayan the plan and it was she who should implement it and in no time at all she shared warm kisses with Robert who responded immediately with his hands enveloping her.

The ladies were relieved to see that when Lady Sidney removed his codpiece he was as much in need as were they. They were ardently focused on the movement there as Lady Sidney, still ardently kissing Robert teased him there, over the silken underwear making the bulge look absolutely beautiful and with lots of sighs they watched it swell until Lady Sidney helped it out with slender fingers teasing and squeezing.

Now it was instantly full and the erection complete as silently each woman focused on the breed.

Lady Sidney tied a ribbon around its broad circumference explaining that the climax could not be until each lady had had her pleasure and kneeling, prompting him to part his legs, she began to indulge in doing what they all had in mind, and watching her suck him like that the sighs and moans were in plenty, each eagerly awaiting turn.

They were saying to each other juts how beautiful it was, that it was as much as any of them could wish for.

It seemed as if Lady Sidney was teasing them taking her time to enjoy Robert and her concentration was deeply focused on the job in hand. She made good stead of his wonderfully hung eminence too prominently teasing each one with her sensitive finger tips.

She was simply besotted and the suck must have lasted well on five minutes upon which time, two of the ladies were succumbed to a high sexual tendency and their quinny’s wet with desire

Then, as if Lady Sidney had forgotten the presence of her eager gathering she let go the throbbing prominence with a final deep suction and out it came, ready for the next participant formerly arranged.

“That is so wonderfully soothing” she said as she assisted the next lady to kneel in readiness to take cock in mouth and thanked Robert for his indulgence and hoped he could last out.

He replied that it was his pleasure and he would be glad Escort Afyon to service all the ladies if they wished.

The look on their faces said they would want everything. Each Lady indulged in the cock sucking experience – some were greedier than others and had to be urged to finish letting the next one enjoy.

Each had their own way of taking cock in mouth, the angle and the depth and the use of busy tongues, some taking advantage of his balls beneath, with arduous licking, sniffing and tasting.

Robert, the lucky guy he was, held head back and closed his eyes, but occasionally taking a peak at who was the lady sucking him now, bunching the head of each one in his hands their heads bobbed up and down with each deep suck.

The sounds and the joy was infectious as each lady, fulfilled and pleasured with the sensual feel and taste of this fine man looked forward to his penetration, still with the taste of him in their mouths.

They compared notes on how the experience was for each of them and the size of his cock and how wonderful and soothing an experience it was, something they hoped would be repeated again and again.

However Lady Sidney explained that as soon as she released the ribbon tie each lady would need to be ready because Robert could not hold back too long and if he came too early, he may go limp and then they would have to wait until next time.

They worked it out, each of them taking position on the edge of the bed appropriately located for Robert’s easy access. Some preferred it doggy fashion and too the position required.

Like clockwork, as soon as his tie was released, Lady Sidney took him first of course lamenting that she loved the feel of well sucked cock and that set the rest of the gathering eager for his fuck.

They soon got their wish and one by one, each lady was soundly fucked to the brim and the cry of absolute satisfaction was released.

The gathering was treated to Lady Sidney’s pleasure to finish him off with a real vibrant wank when they screamed seeing him cum like a volcano. And then to see Lady Sidney suck him off again was perfection.

Of course the gatherings became very popular and that was not the end of it.

King Henry heard of it and chose four of the ladies, the ones he liked most, to join him in his bedroom and the result was so good that he promoted the young Robert to chief Master of the horse.

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Copyright (c) 2018 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved.

This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright.

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This is one of a series of stories set in what I call Universe-J. Universe-J is very much like this universe with a few exceptions.

First the people tend to be a little more sexual and less hung up on sex that they are in our universe. This does not mean that monogamy is the exception. James and Heather were monogamous for a significant amount of time before they “accidentally” swapped partners.

Second the repercussions of unprotected sex are less severe than our universe. Not to say that STDs and unexpected pregnancies don’t occur, just that they occur less frequently and in the case of STDs, a good shot of antibiotic will put you right again. HIV has yet to be introduced so STDs aren’t a death sentence there.

Lastly, pedophilia and incest (which I will not be writing about) are virtually unknown. Children are to be protected and loved not abused. When they reach the age of consent, they can join in the adult games if they so desire, but there is no pressure on them to do so.

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Preface

The following is a work of “fiction” by my coworker Lauren.

Lauren was my partner in the adventures described in the story “The Business Trip”.

She found one of my manuscripts on a thumb drive I loaned her and pestered me relentlessly until I told that these were part of a series of “adventure” stories about some of my sexual adventures. She decided that she wanted in and asked me to help “ghostwrite” her story. I reluctantly agreed and the result is before you. We hope that you enjoy the collaboration and if it meets with some acceptance I may see if my wife Heather and some of our lovers would like to contribute their tales as well.

Enjoy and please leave comments if you would like to see more stories from Lauren or our other lovers.

Chapter 1 – Getting it together

After we got back from Las Vegas, James and I kept trying to find a free weekend to get the four of us together. The four of us being myself, Rick my husband, James and his wife Heather.

It seemed like it took forever. If Rick and I were free, he was going somewhere to pick up those stupid video games he collects and if they were free, we had something going. Finally, we hit on a free weekend for both of us.

It was just two weeks away and James said, “Heather has the day off the Friday before. Why don’t you take a day off and go shopping with her?”

I said I would think about it, but I knew my mind was made up. I dropped an email off to the boss about taking a vacation day and I then called Heather and she said it was a great idea and I should swing by early. I think the operative word was swing.

Friday finally came and I pulled into the driveway and saw James’ car was still there. James met me at the door and the look on my face must have said it all, because he just laughed and said, “Don’t look so worried. The boss called last night and said he was supposed to go to a seminar today but his boss wanted to meet with him, so he asked if I could go. So I said yes. It turns out it’s at a hotel about 5 minutes from here. So I don’t have to leave for a while.”

As he closed the door behind me, he folded me in his arms from behind and I could feel his cock start to become erect and press against my ass. Just the thought of that hunk of meat made my panties start to get moist in my shorts. Ohhh, he smelled so good. Rick didn’t have time this morning and I was starting to get horny in his arms.

Then he released me and said, “Heather is in the kitchen, why don’t you go on in. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

And he gave me a swat on the butt.

When I walked in, Heather was in the kitchen and she was wearing this stunning white lace nightgown that just flowed and hugged her curves like a coat of paint. She was just closing the refrigerator and it seemed like she glided across the floor as she came over to greet me.

“Lauren, I am so glad you were able to get the day off and play hooky with me.”

She folded me up in her arms kissed me very soundly and then just held me for a minute. Damn, she smelled good too. Just then James came in and grabbed both of us and began to nuzzle my neck. My nipples were sticking out so hard they ached and that moist spot was rapidly becoming a wet spot.

Heather started to rub her breasts against mine and James started to dry hump my ass while I played the meat in their sandwich.

Finally, I couldn’t take it and screamed, “Either stop teasing me or strip me naked and both of you fuck me. Because you guys are driving me nuts.”

Working together like a well-oiled team, Heather reached up and unhooked my bra and pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. James pulled my shorts and panties down and I stepped out of them as miraculously he stood up and buried his dick into my waiting pussy. I have no idea how he got out of his Afyon Escort pants so fast.

By then, Heather had one of my nipples in her hand and the other in her mouth and her free hand was tickling my clit. It was like being attacked by a tentacle monster in some bad Japanese anime porn (yes, Rick likes that shit too). And just like the heroines in those movies I was helpless before the wave after wave of orgasms that were building and crashing through me.

After a few minutes of this, James picked me up with his dick still in me and walked me into the living room. There he laid me down on the couch with my head hanging off the end. The watcher in my brain wondered why this part of the couch had no arm on it. But that was made clear a moment later when James slid his pussy juice coated dick into my mouth and straight down my throat without effort. No arm meant that my head was at the perfect angle to sword swallow a dick. Got it.

While he was doing that, Heather had positioned herself and was licking my pussy furiously while playing with my nipples. I was helpless in the wake of the pleasure the two of them were providing me.

A few minutes later I felt Heather leave my pussy. James pulled his dick out of my mouth and moved back and then Heather’s pussy was over my face as she positioned herself kneeling on all fours down the length of my body. James positioned himself behind Heather and then took his dick and stroked it up and down on Heather’s pussy making her moan and shiver.

I took advantage and returned some of the licking she was providing to me and getting an occasional lick in on the head of James’ cock.

After teasing her to his satisfaction, he slid his cock into Heather up to the balls, which I began to lick.

Heather stopped licking my pussy for a moment and I heard a “Fuck yeah! Oh that’s nice” from her before she resumed exploring my coochi with her tongue.

It didn’t take long and I could see James’ balls start to rise up and his strokes became faster and faster.

So I wet my thumb in my mouth and slid my hand around to insert my thumb in his ass. He stopped his stroking for a second and I could feel his sphincter muscles contract and pulse and I knew he was coming. I felt one pulse, two pulses and then he pulled back and I grabbed his cock and directed the next spurt of his come into my mouth and then managed to get the whole head of it into my mouth to suck it dry through the rest of his squirts.

When James was done, I gently rolled Heather off of me, sat up and then bent over to share James’s come with her. We had a long slow tongue kiss, savoring the flavors of her pussy and his come from my tongue and my pussy juices from hers. It felt so good and so right to be holding Heather and sharing the product of our love.

Then James exclaimed, “Holy shit, I have to get rolling. I’m sorry my angels but I have to go.”

And we heard him run into the kitchen and quickly wash up before running out the door.

“Pity,” said Heather, “I would have cleaned his cock off, if he had waited a few more seconds.”

That triggered a fit of the giggles from both of us that broke the mood. I leaned down again and gave her a quick smacking kiss and said, “We should follow suit, I guess you said we had some shopping to do before the pool party.”

“Yes we do,” she replied. “Why don’t you go retrieve your clothes and join me in the shower?”

I walked into the kitchen and retrieved my shorts and panties and found my shirt but no bra. I looked but couldn’t find it. I finally gave up and followed the sound of running water to the bathroom off the master bedroom. They had a beautiful house. I was really jealous.

“Hello,” I called out, “Knock. Knock.”

“Come on in,” Heather yelled back. “I’m just about to get out. I’ll leave the water running for you.”

“Thanks,” I said as I stepped into the shower and gave Heather a big hug. We hugged under the pelting rain from the shower for a minute and then Heather gave me a quick kiss as she left. The shower felt good and I emerged feeling well fucked and refreshed.

Chapter 2 – Girls on a Mission

Heather was just finishing up getting dressed when I stepped into the bedroom drying my hair off.

“Shirts and shorts are definitely the attire for today” she said giving a little twirl.

“I seem to have lost my bra” I said. “I looked all over the kitchen, but I couldn’t find it.”

“Well it has to be there,” said Heather perplexed. “We can find it later. Where we are going today it would just get in the way anyway. Just toss your clothes on and we’ll go.”

I did, but I felt really self-conscious. I haven’t gone out in public without a bra since I was 12.

I told Heather that and she said, “No problem. Since I don’t have a bra that will fit you, I’ll just do this,” as she pulled her shirt off and unsnapped her bra and took it off.

Oh how I envied those big breasts of hers.

As she pulled her shirt back down she said, “Now we are Afyon Escort Bayan twins”.

I looked down and my big fat mouth shot off, “Not while you have those magnificent tits and I have these mosquito bites.”

A second later I found myself wrapped up in her arms and both of us sitting on the bed. As she smothered my face with kisses she told me that was part of what James found so attractive about me.

She said that guys love variety. If we were all tall skinny blonde amazon women with large breasts that men would get bored and go fuck sheep. The image of Rick out fucking a sheep set me off with another giggle attack which started Heather giggling and we couldn’t stop.

I finally cupped her face with my hands and kissed her long and slow and said, “Thank you.”

She just hugged me and said, “Now let’s go shopping.”

It wasn’t until much later that I found out my bra was in James suit jacket pocket all day. He thought it would be funny. Ha ha.

The first stop was a butcher shop that had the most amazing meats. They had exotic meats like antelope steaks and buffalo and a sign that said lion steaks were the special of the day. As we looked around, the butcher’s eyes kept following us. He was just staring at our breasts. This made my nipples stand out even more. We picked out some really great looking rib eye steaks and some T-bones, “for variety,” Heather said.

“What, no sheep?” I said and we both started giggling all over again.

The butcher just stared at us. So I pulled my shirt down which accentuated the nipples poking through my shirt. I was really enjoying being a tease.

Heather paid for the meat and we put it out in her car. She had prepared ahead and there was an ice chest with plenty of ice in the back.

My eyebrow went up and she said, “The butcher shop will be sold out of decent steaks by noon so I always go there first.”

Made sense to me.

Next stop was the grocery store where we picked up some potatoes to go with the steaks and some lettuce and other stuff for a salad and an apple and a pecan pie for dessert. When she picked up 5 cans of whipping cream I asked why so many?

“Because, you can put whipped cream on a lot more than pie, my apprentice,” she said in a deep voice.

Despite repeated requests she wouldn’t say more and I dropped it.

We paid for the groceries and headed out to her car. She put a towel down over the steaks and we put the things that needed to stay cool in the cooler. Heather looked at her watch and declared that it was lunch time.

As we were driving she confessed, “I’ve never eaten here before, but I have always wanted to go. It’s a little tea room and you have to make reservations in advance. I could never see James going with me, as the pictures kind of make it seem a bit too girly. But I thought we might enjoy it.”

“Sounds like an adventure to me,” I said.

We got there a few minutes early for our seating and I felt really underdressed and I could tell Heather did too. But we were here and we were going to make the most of it. The rest of our seating finally showed up just before it was time and I didn’t feel so bad.

There were several other young women dressed in shirts and shorts. Two of them were seated with us and it turned out they were sisters.

“I’m Mel and this is my sister Belle,” the smaller of the sisters said.

We introduced ourselves and over the next hour we chatted like old friends and found out that Mel was short for Melody and she was single. Belle had just gotten married and was looking to get out. Her new husband was not very experienced sexually and it was killing her. Heather caught my eye and shook her head, so I kept my story to myself. All in all it was a lovely lunch but I could see that James and Rick would both be dying by the end of it.

“Now that we have been suitably fortified,” Heather said, “It is time to go swimsuit shopping.”

“I have a swimsuit,” I said.

“Not like these, honey,” Heather replied “These are drop dead, make their eyes pop out of their heads, eye candy swim suits.”

We drove to a nearby strip mall and parked in front of a relatively unimpressive storefront. The mannequins in the window seemed to be wearing pretty ordinary bikinis until I noticed that what I first took to be material was just paint and the real material was just 3 small triangles of cloth held together with string.

Oh my. I was blushing just looking at the mannequins.

We opened the door that had a discrete, ‘You must be over 21 to enter’ sign.

As my eyes adjusted to the relative darkness, a very sexy contralto voice said, “May I see your ID please?”

My highly intellectual response of ,”Huh?” was met with, “Your ID? I need to verify that you are over 21.”

As I dug my driver’s license out of my purse I had flashback of going to bars and getting carded, but that hadn’t happened in years.

After checking my ID, the young lady said, “Thank you. Sorry but it is policy Escort Afyon that if we don’t know someone and if they look young we have to card them. Please feel free to browse and I will be around to answer any questions.”

As she turned and headed back to the front desk I saw that what I had taken for a patterned top and capris were really her tattoos and she was wearing one of the bikinis from the window display. This really hid nothing, especially from the back.

Heather called to get my attention and I walked over to where she was looking at some displays.

As I got closer I whispered to her, “Why the ID check at the door?”

Heather turned and said, “Oh, you got carded? Sorry dear. They sell more than bikinis here. They sell lingerie and sex toys and they have a whole back room full of dungeon equipment you can special order.”

My jaw dropped and my eyes must have bugged out.

Heather continued, “If we have time, I’ll take you back and you can see if there are any toys you’d like to use on Rick. They have some lovely whips and paddles back there. But first, let’s focus on killer bikinis.”

With that last statement, I know my mouth was hanging open in shock.

We did finally settle on a couple of bikinis and some sheer swimsuit cover ups that enhanced rather than covered up. And I did get my tour of the back rooms. Wow. I still have a lot to learn. I did buy a vibrator with two rubber penises, one big one for my pussy and a smaller one for my ass. But I guess that I could flip it around. I also bought a butt plug with a horse tail whip. I don’t know why, it just amused me.

We took our purchases to the front and now that my eyes had adjusted to the dim light, I could see the girl who carded me was gorgeous. Tall and slender with full breasts, if she had normal clothes on you would still stare at her as she walked down the street. But with just the tiniest of bikinis on you could see her tattoos following the outline of a shirt and shorts.

I had to ask and I found out that they had taken almost 4 years to do. Her boyfriend was a tattoo artist and she was his canvas. They actually covered her areola as well inside the lips of her pussy (she showed us). I couldn’t imagine how much the tattoos on her breasts hurt but the ones on her pussy lips. No. Just no.

So we paid and left stepping back out into the blinding sun.

“Let’s go home,” Heather said. “I’ll make up some cabernet fruit slushies and we can sip them out by the pool”.

So we did.

Chapter 3 – Friends Don’t Let Friends

James found us completely drunk and naked in the pool when he got home later. Fortunately he had arrived just before I was going to attempt to drive home. That would not have been a good move on my part.

Instead, he suggested I stay in their guest bedroom and have Rick come over in the morning. I called Rick and at first he was pissed off that I wasn’t coming home but when he listened to me, he asked if he needed to come get me because he could tell I was drunk.

I told him no. That they had a guest room and I was going to crash there tonight. He could come over early, but he said he had an early golf game so he would be there in the afternoon. We kissed and made up over the phone and I went back out to Heather and James by the pool.

James reached into his pocket and pulled out my bra and apologized for running off with it. I stared at it for a minute and then realized what it was. I started laughing. I was drunk after all and it seemed hysterically funny that I had searched high and low in the kitchen and he had it in his pocket the whole time.

“Thank you kind sir” I said taking my bra from him, “You deserve a reward.”

I unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock and sucked on it until it was nice and hard. Then I let it go and walked over to the pool and jumped in.

“You are just going to leave me like this?” he whined.

“I never said I was going to finish you off,” I said over my shoulder.

Heather, sitting in the hot tub started to laugh, and then said, “I’m sorry but you look so pathetic over there with your dick hanging out. Just get naked and join us and maybe we’ll have pity on you.”

I don’t remember much more of that night except a couple more smoothies and at some point we were watching videos of the two of them having sex with a farm girl that they knew. And it was pretty hot sex we were watching, considering I was sitting in James lap with his dick up my ass and Heather licking my pussy with a couple fingers inside me.

Eventually, I did find my way to the guest bed after a quick shower with Heather. And I woke up just after noon with a much milder hangover than I deserved. Heather attributed that to the fruit in the smoothies.

My clothes had been freshly washed and dried and I threw them on, including the bra this time, and headed towards the sounds of activity in the kitchen.

“Good morning sleepy head,” Heather called out when she saw me.

“Good afternoon” I said. “I’m sorry I slept so long. What can I do to help out?”

“Well, the steaks are marinating. I just finished scrubbing the potatoes. I decided we are going to have margaritas so I need to get the margarita maker set up and we need the salad stuff washed and put together.”

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As Barbara left her office that day, she was more than ready for the weekend.

Her boss, the dumb ass, had been even more of a prick than usual. He was so demanding, nothing was ever right, it all had to go his way and, he was a stupid bastard as well.

He was one of those administrators who, because he had a university degree, thought he knew everything. He was bright, Barbara could actually admit to herself, but he had absolutely no people skills and either pissed off or turned away too many clients. But, because he was the boss’s son, he was there for good.

Barbara couldn’t even remember how many of the stupid things he did that she had related to Wayne over the past year. She had come close to quitting so many times it was laughable.

Fortunately, the half-hour drive home usually worked to release some of the tension that Barbara always left the office with. Her old Daytona still ran like a charm and as she shifted through the gears and listened to the throaty exhaust, she popped in a Metallica CD and simply enjoyed the drive.

She parked her baby in the driveway of the condo she shared with Wayne, next to his truck, and went inside. The place was completely dark and she wondered if Wayne had walked down to the pub at the end of the street. It was his favourite watering hole and they often went there to relax after a week’s work.

“Wayne,” she called out to the dark interior. “Wayne, are you here?” When he didn’t answer, Barbara cursed under her breath. She had hoped he might have whipped up one of his culinary delicacies for dinner. The beauty of living with a chef was that he did all the cooking – and could he cook. He was constantly surprising her some exotic dish or another. Better yet, he was quite a dish himself, she always thought.

She tossed her briefcase in the front closet, kicked off her shoes, threw her coat on a hook and, feeling like a little something to eat, walked down the hall to the dining area. Thinking as she walked that she might scramble some eggs, she noticed a lone candle burning on their dining table. So, Wayne was home.

Barbara turned to look into the living area and noticed he wasn’t watching TV. But, as she turned back to the kitchen, some Verdi began quietly playing. A match flared as Wayne lit a candle he was holding in the living room.

“Hey babe,” he called as he walked toward her. “How was your day?”

“Like crap, as usual,” replied Barbara, noticing that Wayne was wearing his white chef’s hat and apron. As he moved toward her, she noticed that that was all Wayne seemed to be wearing. How interesting, she thought, as he handed her a cool glass of Riesling.

“What’s this all about?” she asked as she took the glass of wine. “Aren’t you a little underdressed for cooking?” As she looked at him, the candle he held illuminated his square shoulders and threw the face she loved into a sidelit relief and glinted off his glasses.

“Not really. I got off work a little early because I wanted to fix you something special. I’ve been home for a couple of hours.” Taking her hand, Wayne directed her to a chair at the dining table, then pulled out a chair for her. “Take a load off and relax, I thought you might have had a lousy day.”

Sitting, Barbara sipped her wine as Wayne walked into the kitchen. She couldn’t help but Afyon Escort notice that the hat and apron were indeed all Wayne was wearing and she gazed appreciatively at his ass and muscular legs as he walked away from her. From this view, other than his hat, the only clothing that covered him was the tie of his apron. Well, well, she thought, as she ran her fingers through her long brunette hair, maybe this day won’t turn out so bad after all.

With Wayne in the kitchen making kitchen noises, Barbara downed her wine and poured another from the bottle on the table. Slouching back, she put her feet up on the chair opposite her, under the table and relaxed. Eyes closed and picturing Wayne’s bum cheeks walking away from her, Barbara found herself becoming a little turned on.

“Ready for something special?” Wayne called from the kitchen.

Barbara sat up and said, “sure, bring it on.” As she took another drink of her wine, Wayne walked in, carrying a platter which she could see had another couple of candles burning on it.

Now standing beside her at the table, Wayne bent to place the platter in front of her with a flourish. “And voila,” he said.

“Oh, my God,” cried Barbara, who then burst into laughter. In front of her on the platter was a cake and whipped cream concoction shaped like a huge penis and balls. The balls were about the size of grapefruit and were covered with thinly shaved chocolate, which looked like fine hairs.

From between the testicular orbs rose a massive cake penis, hard in its 16-inch majesty and veined with some kind of icing. The crowning glory was a beautifully formed head, from which the pee hole looked back at Barbara.

Looking at the incredible creation, Barbara couldn’t help but giggle at the magnitude of the member. As she giggled and turned the platter to get a full view of Wayne’s creation, he produced a bottle of chocolate syrup and squirted a little into the pee hole so that it began running down the length of the mighty member. On the plate sat a small bowl of whipped cream.

“This is fantastic,” gasped Barbara, who gazed in rapt attention at the creation. “It really is. How did you think up something like this?” Feeling a strong stirring of sexual heat from within, she reached out and ran a hand up the back of Wayne’s thigh, then squeezed a bum cheek. “If you sell these in the restaurant, you’d have women lining up down the block.”

“Actually, this is only for you,” said Wayne, enjoying the feeling of Barbara’s hand stroking his leg and ass. “When I got out of the shower this morning I kind of looked in the mirror and the idea struck me. I decided to make you something special – in my own image.”

Squeezing Wayne’s cheek again, Barbara then ran a finger up the crack of his ass. “I hate to tell you this,” she giggled, “but, although I’ve always thought you were well-hung, I think steam on the mirror must have obscured your view.” Looking at Wayne, she saw that her caressing of his behind was having an effect. A definite bulge was now showing at the front of his apron.

Looking at the bulge and feeling the heat of Wayne’s ass on her hand, Barbara now found herself definitely turned on. In fact, she realized, her pussy was getting a little on the wet side and she was feeling pretty horny. She moved her hand around Afyon Escort Bayan to stroke the bulge under Wayne’s apron, but he pushed her hand away.

“Ah, ah, ah. I didn’t go to all the work of creating something in my own image for you to just ignore it. I’d like to see you go down on it. . . I mean, see you enjoy it. I sweated in the kitchen for hours to create this.”

“All right then,” said Barbara as she took another sip of her wine. “But I don’t see any cutlery here to eat it with.”

“Well,” said Wayne. “Unfortunately, all the cutlery is in the dishwasher and none of it’s clean. You’ll just have to make do.”

“Okay, but if I get this all over my clothes, you’ll have to pick up the tab for my dry cleaning,” said Barbara. Putting down her glass of wine, Barbara made a move to push up the sleeves of her blouse.

“I have a better idea,” said Wayne as he moved behind her chair. “It would be a shame to get your clothes messed up, especially since I doubt this would ever come out.” He pulled her back to him, then reached around and began unbuttoning her blouse. With it undone, he caressed one firm breast with each hand and could feel her nipples hardening under his touch.

Barbara sighed with pleasure as Wayne pulled the blouse away from her. She leaned forward and he undid her bra and removed it. Leaning over her, he gazed down at her beautiful, firm breasts and, as always, admired the spray of freckles between and around them.

“Now, stand up,” he whispered in her ear. As Barbara rose, Wayne pulled her chair away and, standing behind her, slowly unzipped her skirt. As the garment fell to the floor, Wayne moved closer and pushed his now nearly erect penis against her ass. She kicked the skirt away as Wayne reached under her arms to caress her breasts once again. Reaching up, Barbara stroked the side of Wayne’s face with one hand, and, pushing slightly away from him, reached behind her to caress his penis through the thin fabric of his apron.

They both moaned lightly as he pushed her to sit down once again. “Go ahead, now, enjoy,” he whispered. As Wayne took a drink of wine from Barbara’s glass, he crouched down and watched as she bent to the creation and began kissing the cake testicles. Watching her kiss and then lick the balls, Wayne was incredibly horny.

Looking over at him, Barbara could see that he was turned on by her movements. Wanting to torture him a little, she cupped one of the balls in one hand while with the other she grasped the massive shaft. Knowing Wayne was starting intently at her, she closed her eyes and began to lick the shaft of the penis, from the balls to the tip, enjoying the sweet taste as she went. At the pee hole of Wayne’s creation, she licked the chocolate syrup out of the indentation there.

Barbara herself was now incredibly aroused and was getting into making love to this massive treat. As Wayne watched closely, she dipped her fingers into the whipped cream and smeared it around the head. Standing now, Barbara slowly licked the cream from around the head. As she did, small warm rivulets of it ran down the shaft and, as Wayne glanced at Barbara’s breasts hanging free near his face, she licked the white cream from the shaft.

She then bit a piece of the cake from the head and sat back, chewing Escort Afyon as a little chocolate and cream ran down her chin. “Feed some to me,” she whispered.

Freed from the scene of Barbara orally enjoying his creation, Wayne scooped some of the whipped cream and chocolate covered cake with his fingers and knelt on the floor beside her as held it to her. Barbara took a piece of cake into her mouth, then licked and sucked the gooey mess off his fingers. Wayne watched as the syrup and cream dripped down onto Barbara’s breasts and he couldn’t resist leaning forward to lick them.

As he licked, Barbara moaned and Wayne sucked on her nipples one at a time. With Wayne now enjoying the extra sweetness of Barbara’s breasts, she reached down under his apron and wrapped her fingers around his penis. Stroking his eight inches as Wayne licked her, Barbara badly wanted to fuck him.

But first, she thought. “Stand up,” she said.

“Why babe, this is incredible and I’m enjoying myself right here,” he replied from between her breasts.

“Look, this is my treat, right?” she said, letting go of him. “For my treat I want you to stand up.”

Sighing, Wayne then did as she asked. Still sitting, Barbara lifted Wayne’s apron to expose the penis she so loved to love. “Beautiful,” she said, eyeing his length. “But it needs a little something.” Reaching to the creation on the table, Barbara scooped up some of the cake, chocolate and whipped cream and then smeared it over the penis in front of her.

Looking into Wayne’s eyes, Barbara smiled, then bent to lick him. Running her tongue up and down his shaft, Wayne moaned softly as she enjoyed the added taste. Wayne clasped his hands behind his back and pushed his penis out as she continued licking her treat. With most of the dessert licked off, she then took him into her mouth, slowly moving her lips over the head of his penis, then sliding along his length as she deep throated him.

Popping off the end of his penis, Barbara gasped, “I need you to fuck me, right now.” Saying that, she pushed the penis creation across the table and sat on the edge. “Come on, baby, I need you right now.”

With her legs spread and Barbara leaning back on her elbows, Wayne moved between her legs and pushed his penis against her lips. As Barbara gasped, he pushed his way full length into her wet pussy. As he began a smooth fucking motion, Barbara helped pull him in with her legs.

Eyes closed, Wayne concentrated on going full length into her, building speed as he did so. Barbara, now with her eyes closed, continued to lean back and enjoy the feeling of Wayne pumping in and out of her. With Barbara pulling him into her harder with her legs, Wayne knew Barbara was about ready to cum. A few more seconds of fucking and he was ready to explode as well.

Finally, as they both moaned, they came together, with Wayne shooting his cum into her. Sated now, they slowed their pace to a more gentle fuck rhythm and, slowing further, Wayne finally pulled out of her pussy. Leaning over her, he kissed her on the lips and she responded with her tongue.

“God,” Barbara panted, “that was incredible.”

“It sure was, babe. If I had known I could turn you on like that with my creations, I’d have cooked some up a long time ago.”

Sitting up on the edge of the table, Barbara kept her legs hooked around Wayne’s body. Kissing him, she took his penis, covered with her cum and cake and fondled him. “We’re both a mess,” she whispered into his ear, “let’s take a shower and get cleaned up. I have this little treat I can do for you in the shower.”

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Her heart was beating so fast, she couldn’t tell if she was nervous, excited or even a little bit scared, but she knew she deserved what was coming.

—

When they began dating, late last summer, she had tried to find a fun way to spend their limited time together, something he would actually enjoy.

Even though he was from states away, she was lucky to find a local group for his team, and had taken them out for the first game of the season.

They were a few months in now, and his home team had played today’s game against her local team, that’s how the trouble began.

Despite the fact she had found this fan group, and had happily accepted their welcome, she had acted like a dirty little traitor in their midst.

She wore his team’s jersey, rooted for them and cheered their advances, but it didn’t slip his attention when she smiled at awarded flags, and downs succeeded, by the team from which she had supposedly defected.

Worst of all, was the maroon and gold tee she hung on her chair, the fact she brought it along was a constant reminder of her double allegiance.

She honestly didn’t care about football, it wasn’t important to her, but he was a die-hard fan of his team, and she decided to be a brat about it.

In the end, it had been a slaughter, his team had mopped the field with the opposition. It was embarrassing really, and he found sadistic pleasure in her conflicted celebration of victory over the players she’d betrayed.

They returned home, living out the routine of their normal existences, retrieving her kid from her ex’s home, having dinner and family time, then tucking in for bed. All was quiet and serene, when he decided the time had come.

“Sweetie, I need you to go upstairs.” He said to her, placing a kiss atop her head.

She looked up at him, “Are you ready for bed? She asked innocently.

“Just go upstairs, please.” He said, and gently nudged her up from the place she’d nestled against his chest.

She felt confused, but not one to argue, “Okay.” she agreed, and lifted from the comfort of his embrace. She looked at him quizzically, and he gave her an assuring smile, before she made her way up.

Once she entered their bedroom she felt lost for instruction, she was still dressed, mostly in her clothes from the game, but she felt almost overdressed.

Having removed her bra on their arrival home, she was still wearing his team’s jersey, jeans, and cotton underpants. She decided to remove the jeans, and sit on the bed to await his arrival.

He turned off the lights and tv downstairs, scooped up one last item, locked the doors, and headed upstairs.

When he reached the top of the stairwell, he saw her through the part in the doorway. She had removed her jeans and perched herself at the foot of the bed. Naughty girl, she probably kept the jersey to remind him of a sexy cheerleader. Such a naive little thing, if she only knew.

She startled slightly as the door pushed open, he had climbed the stairs so quietly, she had not heard his approach.

He smiled at her in a way that made her shiver, his tall figure leaned against the door frame, left arm behind him, as the right had pushed the door ajar.

“You sure do look good in green.” He smiled down at her, looking more lecherous than sincere. “What was that final score again?” He asked, still smirking.

“Thirty-four, to twenty!” She chimed, in enthusiasm, not even realizing the danger ahead.

His expression shifted to mock pity, “That must have stung, huh?” He asked apathetically

The look on her face was delicious, he thought, as she tried to comprehend. “Stung?” She asked, adorably confused.

“Yes,” he replied with a wry smile, still perched against the door frame, “watching your real team get slayed so brutally.”

She shifted slightly, her brow furrowing against her will, but she tried her best to remain placid. “What do you mean?” She feigned ignorance.

He leaned away from the door frame and sauntered toward her, a devilish smile playing across his features. “Aw sweetie, don’t play coy, we both know you’re a dirty little traitor.” He said, while scooping his fingers under her chin, and tilting her face to meet his gaze.

She winced slightly at the sting of his accusation, “I’m not a traitor!” she tried to defend, a pout on her full pink lips.

“Then why did you wear the jersey to the game, and not your team’s tee?” He questioned, his expression smug.

“I – ” she paused, but no good explanation could follow, so it hung unanswered.

“Yet, you brought the t-shirt too,” he interrupted her thoughts, “admit it, you were secretly rooting against us, weren’t you?” His tone warning the trap she’d stumbled into.

She was pinned, he was right. She wore the jersey he purchased, such a loving and supporting girlfriend, but she had brought her team’s tee-shirt along too, hoping they might reign triumphant, and she could claim she never doubted their victory. She was a dirty double-crosser

“A bit.” She whispered, her Afyon Escort head hung in shame. His fingers ran through her dark hair, and his hand came to rest on her shoulder.

“I can forgive you,” he said reassuringly, and as her gaze lifted, his left arm drew from behind his back, “after you’re punishment, that is.”

Her eyes felt like disks, as she focused on the paddle in his hand. It wasn’t even a paddle really, it was a toy. A plastic, Spider-Man themed, paddle-ball game, that had lost its string and ball. It had been destined for the trash, but now it had gained new life.

“Betraying your team is an awful thing to do, wouldn’t you agree.” He said rhetorically, as he traced his free hand across her cheek. “Loyalty is such an important thing in this world.” his fingers moved back along her cheekbone, and tangled sharply into her hair

She hissed air through her teeth, as the pain prickled her scalp. “Y-yes,” she stammered, “I agree!” Her chest lifted toward his body, presenting in submission, under his grasp.

He guided her to her feet, his firm grasp on her chin length locks, directing her up on her toes, where he then pulled her closer, and kissed her firmly. His tongue parted her lips, and took her mouth captive. The mixture of surrender and desire swirling through her body gave the kiss an intoxicating effect, and the had to place her hands against his chest to balance.

His grasp on her hair released, and he stroked the place he had previously held, as their kiss broke free. “Are you ready to accept your punishment?” He asked, staring intently into her eyes, in a way that said, there is only one correct answer.

“I am.” she whispered, trying not to smile at him, as they both knew this was something she had hoped for, for quite some time.

This was going to be a lesson, surely one she would never forget, but it wasn’t exactly an unwelcome one. Secretly, she liked rough play, well secretly to an outsider, she had made it very well-known to him.

That’s where the paddle came in, the darn thing broke days ago, and she is usually the type to quickly toss a broken toy, but the thing hung around. Seemed like she saw another fitting use for it, and didn’t want to let it go. So here they were.

“Take off your underwear” He instructed, as he stepped back to observe.

Now she couldn’t help herself, the smirk crept across her face, and transformed into a playful smile. “Yes, Sir!” she replied, hooking her thumbs into the elastic waistband, and then sliding the white cotton over her hips, down her thighs, and letting them drop softly to the floor, before stepping out of them, and using her right foot to flick them away.

She crossed her arms at her waist, grabbing the hem of the jersey, ready to lift it away

“Not yet.” He said, and her hands fell away to her sides. You really do look good in green,” he smiled, and she blushed back at him, “but I like that shade of maroon on your skin too.” His tone making that sound ominous, as his attention seemed to shift.

“Where did you put the shirt when we got home.” He asked without real question, pulling open the dresser drawer, and lifting it with finger and thumb, like it was something sticky.

“Makes sense,” he chuckled lightly, “it wouldn’t be dirty from just sitting on a chair all afternoon would it?” He cocked a sideways smile her direction “Would it, Sweetheart?” He asked again.

She glared back at him, “No.” She replied in obstinate reluctance.

“Lets change that.” He smiled at her wickedly. “Take off the jersey and lay it on the bed.”

She lifted the green and white fabric over her waist, fair soft breasts, and fit arms. She flipped it back right side out, laid it on the comforter, then turned to face him.

He flicked the t-shirt over to her, “Now, put that on.” He commanded.

She pulled the tee over her head, and slid the soft cotton down her body. Loyalties or not, this shirt was a thousand times more comfortable. Her hands smoothed over where the fabric ended at her hips, and she looked up at him pensively.

His smile was appreciative, as he stepped closer to her, his eyes appraising her. “Not bad,” he said, circling her body so she was now between him and the foot of the bed, “You wear this color well too.”

She blushed at his praise, and a deep rosy color crept over her complexion, looking almost as though the hue of her shirt had spread to her skin.

He stepped even closer to her now, his right arm wrapping around her waist, and his hips lining up against her body, guiding her before the words left his lips. “Turn and face the foot of the bed.” he whispered in her ear.

She obeyed readily, as he laid the paddle down beside her jersey on the mattress. His left hand moved to embrace her around her ribs, before gliding up to squeeze the fullness of her right breast, pulling her body more firmly to his own.

He massaged her breast firmly, cupping it entirely in his large hand, grasping the hardened nipple and rolling it between his Afyon Escort Bayan thumb and two fingertips. The fabric of the shirt further roughened his manipulation, and heightened her sensation.

Her back arched, and her bottom rocked back against him invitingly, the deliciousness of his touch driving her into a lustful craze. She could feel his erection behind the thick denim of his jeans, and rubbed her bare flesh against the firmness

His attentions spread now to her left breast and nipple, and he slid his right hand southward, fingertips sliding over the short dark hairs, to nestle between the warm, wet lips of her pussy.

He felt her hands grip into the sides of his legs, and a soft gasp escaped her lips, as he slowly stroked his fingertips between her folds, gently caressing her sensitive clit.

Leaving her breast, he rested his hand on her left shoulder and whispered in her ear. “Open your legs.”

She stepped her legs farther apart, and felt him use pressure on her shoulder to bend her over at the waist. Her elbows came to rest on the mattress in front of her, positioning her body directly above the jersey she had laid there just moments before.

He was still nestled firmly against her ass, his bulge now incredibly titillating, pressed into the grooves of her sex, as his fingertips circled and strummed at her clit one last second, and slid away.

He leaned over her, sliding his right hand over her back and shoulder, before resting his chest against her, his left arm bracing against the mattress.

His right hand wrapped around her throat, grasping under her jaw, and tilting her head, so she was facing the wall at the head of their bed. “Time to pay your penalty.” he menaced

She felt a shiver run down her spine, as the words absorbed, and he released his hold under her jaw. She watched in nervous excitement as he grabbed the paddle from its resting spot, and she felt the warmth and pressure of his body lift away from hers.

Another shiver snaked over her as he stroked his left palm from between her shoulders, down her spine, to rest above her tailbone, and he took his stance beside her displayed position.

“Tell me the score again.” he instructed

“Um-” she hesitated

His hand slid from over her tailbone to caress her bottom, “Don’t play forgetful, Sweetheart, we both know you know.”

“Thirty-four, to twenty.” her voice a mumble

“Louder!” he demanded, punctuating the word with a stinging slap, from the fingers that had just been so gently caressing her soft skin.

She startled at the sudden heat, and inhaled a sharp hiss of air through her teeth. “It was Thirty-Four to Twenty.” she enunciated clearly this time.

He chuckled lightly at how drastically her cooperation improved with just a bit of encouragement. “That’s right, and tell me, how many points did your team lose by?”

“But I-” another swat fell, the surprise interrupting her defiance, and she lifted on her toes, to escape.

“Don’t even try it,” he growled, “how many?”

A whimpering noise escaped her, in protest of participating in digging her own hole, but she answered despite herself. “Fourteen.” she responded meekly

His smirk was salacious now, “Good girl, that wasn’t so hard now was it.” he stroked her bottom again, and she unconsciously leaned towards his caress. “So I think it only fair that you get fourteen marks for rooting against them, or was it us, you know I really can’t tell.” his sarcastic amusement taunting her.

She was stirring with aroused sensation now. Her fantasies becoming real at last, she felt herself succumbing to her desires to submit to his authority, “Yes,” she breathed, “I deserve it.”

“What do you deserve.” He smiled down at her, knowing she was fully embracing it now.

She responded with a voice that trembled in ashamed desire, “I deserve a spanking.”

“Then its settled.” he said, his fingers smoothing along her ample bottom, caressing the left cheek, closest to where he stood, and then the right, before lifting away. “We are going to warm up a bit first.” he began, and slid the paddle, handle first, into his jean pocket for safe keeping.

His left hand rested above her tailbone again, and he began to massage her full roundness with the right. “Are you ready to see if we can make your bottom match your shirt?”

She nodded her response, to excited to speak, a quick second later a light rap landed, then another on the opposite cheek. She expected to shy from these strikes, but found herself seeking them.

Each time one connected, he would gently smooth the site, before lifting away again, and each time her hips would raise toward the direction his hand had departed.

For him, watching her present her ass high for the next slap was surprisingly erotic. He knew she liked to play a bit rough, but he never imagined how much she would like being punished this way. He could see how wet she had become, and her body language was now wanton and shameless.

“You’re Escort Afyon going to need to keep count.” He instructed.

She heard the words only a millisecond before she felt their meaning, as the first real blow landed squarely on the fullest part of her right ass-cheek. She jumped at the biting electricity sent through her body.

He had surprised her, switching deftly to the paddle, and she’d apparently been rendered speechless.

“Count, Sweetie, or we are going to have to stop.” he reminded, knowing that would bring her back to attention.

“One.” she exhaled, her breath was shaky, but in the good way he recognized as a pleasure sound for her.

“Good” he replied, and arced the paddle back toward her bottom. It landed perfectly, right on the sweet spot she’d told him all about a million times. That sensitive crease between the top of her thigh, and the bottom of her ass, the one that makes her shiver if he runs his fingers across it.

“Two!” she half yelped, the cut of this one greater and more spurring than the first, she felt her whole body resonate with its wake.

He slid the paddle up her pinkening cheek before lifting it away and alternating two quick strikes again, one to each side, causing her to stammer out her next two counts in quick order.

She was making that whimpering noise she made when she was fighting herself, the one that said she was experiencing a blissful level of torture. “You like them fast don’t you, Naughty Girl?” he asked with a knowing tone

She shook her head yes, feeling like she was answering though a haze. She was so turned on, his handling, and his words driving her headlong into an intoxicating euphoria. If it weren’t for his hand steadying her, she feared she might collapse.

“Very well,” he said, “fast it is then.” He landed 5 more alternating blows to her bottom, stepping forward to steady her as she shied away from the fifth, and laid the paddle gently atop her spine so he could rub and soothe her now bright red cheeks.

“What number are we on?” he asked, as his hand caressed her sensitive flesh.

Her brain raced, she fought to focus through the fervor, “I’m not sure,” she breathed in, and centered her focus on his warm sweeping palm. “nine?” she said nervously

He moved his hand down to graze over her wet slit, and slipped his fingers between the engorged lips massaging small circles over her swollen clit. “That’s right, Sweetie, very good.” he purred. She moaned, rolling her hips up, and pressing into his touch, for more.

Her knees wanted to buckle, his large, rough fingers always felt so amazing, but swirling this pleasure with the stinging tingle of her punished behind, and it was magnified a thousand times.

She had almost completely forgotten about the remaining punishment, so distracted by the sweet interlude of pleasure, when the time came for it to resume.

He sat on the bed beside her shifting her around to lay across his lap. He circled his palm twice over the swell of her ass, before drawing back and landing a firm swat evenly across the bottom of both cheeks. The forceful impact causing her to jump, before she remembered to tally the blow.

“Ten!” escaped her in a desperate sounding exclamation, and her feet lifted in response to the jolt.

He massaged her clit again, long sliding strokes this time, causing her to melt back into his lap and let down her guard again.

Withdrawing his fingers, he watched her hips raise instinctually to follow them, and immediately fired the final hard lashes, two to each side of her vulnerable posterior.

She yelped loudly, as these were the most brisk of all, and her body had already been brought to new levels of awareness.

“Eleven! Twel-Thirteen, Fourteen!” left her in a cracked cries, then she felt his fingers slip inside her, beginning to rub and stroke, inside her wet pussy, mercilessly caressing her swollen g-spot, and sending her reeling.

He slid his fingers from her, just long enough to roughly strum her clit, and push back inside again, leaving her moaning and writhing across his lap.

She was surprisingly more composed when he was spanking her, than now with his fingers stroking inside her, stimulating her rapidly toward orgasm.

“Please,’ she begged him, attempting to raise from his lap, but to no avail, his weighted grasp held her prone, and he drove her closer and closer to the edge, helpless to push his hand away.

“Please, What?” he urged, knowing exactly what she was wanting him to do.

She moaned out that whimpering sound again, “Please, fuck me” she pleaded desperately, craving more of him.

He released his grip and wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her from his lap, and pushing her back on the mattress, as he stood to face her.

He pulled her by the thighs, bringing her ass to the very edge of the bed, grabbed her ankles, pinning them together, and pushed them toward her left shoulder. Her hips twisted, bending her upward, as he ripped open his jeans and shoved them down his hips, lining himself up, and sinking his swollen cock inside her.

She let out a carnal moan of relief and satisfaction, nothing felt like that moment, the moment he filled her with the first stroke of penetration, so deep, and firm and warm, she lived for it.

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We have been home all day because you have been waiting on an important call from work. I have tried to get you to play around but you keep pushing me away. You say you don’t want to start something and be interrupted by a phone call. The house has been cleaned twice and I have worked in the yard all day.

Dinner has been cooked and we sit down and eat and still you have not gotten your call. You even take the phone with you to the bathroom to take a bath incase they call. Finally we go to bed and as we lie there you turn to me and we kiss passionately.

You softly slide your hand down my stomach and gently rub over my erection. Wrapping your hand around it you slowly stroke my erection. Softly I kiss down to your neck and I kiss it up and down gently. Slowly I kiss down to your breasts and as I am kissing your nipples the phone rings.

You push me away and answer the phone call from work that you have been waiting Afyon Escort for. As you talk on the phone I try to play around with you. Pushing my head under your arm I kiss your nipples and you push me away again. I slide my hand between your legs and gently rub your clit only to be pushed away again. You want to tell me to stop but you can’t let the person on the phone know that we are doing anything.

Sliding under the covers I kiss your legs as I push them apart. As I get between them I softly kiss your pussy and you try to push my head away. I refuse to move and keep kissing and sliding my tongue up and down it. You throw the covers back and I can read your lips as you say for me to stop. You have to cover the phone to keep them from hearing you moan. I can’t help but laugh as you lean your head back and shake it to tell me no. You are trembling and trying to get off of the phone as I wrap my lips around your Afyon Escort Bayan clit and suck it gently. Finally you hang up the phone and you grab my head holding it against your pussy. You start to shake and your orgasm rolls through your body.

As your orgasm subsides you tell me how mean I was to do that to you. Lying beside you we kiss passionately as you push me onto my back. Moving down my body you take my erection in your hand and softly kiss it. You wrap your lips around my erection and gently suck it as you slide your mouth up and down. My excitement is building and I am losing control. Stopping you I pull you up and kiss you tenderly.

You get on top of me and place my erection at your opening. Sliding down onto it the warmth of your pussy feels wonderful. You rock back and forth as you lean down and we kiss passionately. Rocking your hips you grind your clit against me. Our excitement Escort Afyon is building higher and I push up against you. You stop moving your hips and sit up looking down at me. I spank you on your ass trying to get you to move but you just sit there. You start to laugh and slowly you move your hips again. Again you lean down and we kiss passionately as you move your hips faster. As you rock back and forth I start pushing up against you again. Our excitement is building again and you stop and sit up and laugh. Again I spank you and tell you to move your hips. You ask what my problem is that it is ok for me to tease you but you can’t tease me as you laugh. You begin to rock your hips again and lean down as we kiss passionately. Your moaning in unison with me as our passion is going out of control. You rub yourself against me harder and faster and I am almost afraid to push up against you. I can’t hold back as we both begin to tremble and I push up for you to rub harder against me. We erupt in a beautiful orgasm together shaking all over. You collapse on top of me and we kiss tenderly as we hold each other tightly. You slide down beside me and place your head on my chest as we slowly drift off to sleep.

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It’s a sunny and warm spring day. I’m lying on the couch under an open window, waiting for you to get home from the gym.

I’ve placed myself there very deliberately. I’ve put on the skirt and t-shirt you like so much. The skirt because it’s short and not too tight, and is the type that will blow up easily in a strong wind. You like the shirt for the opposite reason, because it’s too tight.

For various and frustrating reasons, it’s been several days since we’ve had sex. I’m determined we’re not going to wait another day.

I can hear you on the stairs, so I pick up a book and pretend to read. Really, I just want to see your reaction when you see me but not be obvious about it.

As you walk into the room, I peek over the top of the book. I see your stride hitch just a little when you see me. Unfortunately, the effect I’m looking for doesn’t seem to materialize.

“C’mon babes, it’s beautiful out. Let’s go to the park.” You walk over to the couch, grab my hand and start to pull me up. “I’ve got some drinks and some snacks, and we can have ourselves a little picnic.”

I look at you, a little bit baffled. “Okay, I guess I’ll just go change then.”

You tug me towards the door. “No, just grab some shoes, you’re fine.”

I put on my sandals and you head towards the stairs, me in tow.

After getting to the park, you set up a blanket on a shaded area of ground. We sit for a while, having our snacks and talking.

At some point, I realize that the wind has increased a little bit, and there are gray clouds on the horizon. When I point this out, you say, “Oh, it should pass us by, don’t worry.”

You lean over and give me a soft, slow kiss. You nuzzle along my cheek over to my neck and whisper into my ear, “Babes, I want you to go into that stand of trees, take off your panties and bring them back to me.”

I look at Afyon Escort you with surprise. And curiosity. “What about all this wind? It may be a bit more exposure than I care to have.”

“You’ll be fine. Please, go.”

I get up and walk into the thick stand of trees. I look around rather self-consciously for a few moments, then lift my skirt and remove my panties. I ball them up in my hand, and walk back to the blanket, all the while trying to make sure my skirt doesn’t go flying up.

When I get back to the blanket, I sit down carefully with my legs folded underneath me and hand you my panties. You put them into your pocket and thank me.

We carry on with our picnic. Although I’m somewhat aroused, I’m also feeling a bit nervous. I keep looking around us, sure that everyone can tell what I just did.

You lean close again and kiss me as your hand sneaks its way beneath the skirt to lightly run your hand between my legs.

For a second time, you whisper to me. “I have another task for you. I want you to go back into the trees and start touching yourself.” You hold out a scarf and continue, “But I want you to put this over your eyes, so you can’t tell if anyone can see you.”

I’m a little started at the request. But I’m also excited at the thought. Without saying anything, I take the scarf and stand up, again being careful with my skirt. I head into the middle of the group of trees and stand with my back against one of them.

I tie the scarf around my eyes, and then run my hands down my front, stopping at my breasts to squeeze and tease my nipples. I reach my skirt and pull it up to hold with one hand while the other starts playing with my clit.

After a few moments, I think I hear something. I stop and try to listen. But I cannot hear anything except the distant sounds of the park, so I go back to playing.

My Afyon Escort Bayan fingers are now dipping into my pussy while the palm presses against my clit. I hear another sound. This time I’m pretty sure it is you, coming to watch me. The thought of this turns me on even more and my hands start moving faster.

Suddenly, I feel hands running along my thighs and then moving my hand out of the way. Without speaking, a tongue flicks out against my clit while hard fingers push up into me. I can tell it is you by your touch and scent.

Not being able to see you heightens the sensations radiating from my core. Your lips clamp down on my clit while your tongue rubs against it. My body jumps against your mouth, my hands gripping the tree, my legs trembling.

You give a fierce suck, pulling on my clit, and my body goes off. I tighten around your fingers, crying out at the feelings racing through my body.

I can feel you stand up in front of me and then your lips against mine. You tug the blindfold off and I see the arousal in your face. “Come on babes, let’s get home and continue this.”

You grab my hand and we start to walk back to the blanket. Once we get to the edge of the trees, we see that it has begun to rain heavily. With all that had been going on, we hadn’t heard it start.

You turn to me and say, “Guess we’ll have to run for it.” Once we move out into the rain, I can tell it’s quite warm. We get close to the blanket and an idea sparks.

I suddenly stop and look around, seeing that the park has emptied due to the rain. Wondering why I’ve stopped, you turn to look at me curiously.

I give a half-smile and say, “There’s no one here….”

You look at me for a moment and abruptly pull me against you. Your hands go to my face and you kiss me deeply. “You’re right, no need to go all Escort Afyon that way.”

We start to undress, fighting to pull the soaked clothes off, stopping to kiss and touch the newly exposed bits of skin. Finally, we’re both completely naked, arms around each other, skin slickly rubbing together.

I run my hands over your chest and stomach as I crouch down and sit on my heels. I run my hands across your drenched cock. My tongue licks across you, tasting the rainwater mixed with the pre-cum. My mouth closes around you, sucking and stroking.

I pull back to look up at you. “I need to feel you inside. Please come down here.”

I lay back onto the blanket with my legs spread, and reach up to you. You come down onto your knees and then over me. Your hand goes to a breast and start sucking one of my nipples into your mouth as you position yourself.

The head of your cock nudges and teases against me. I put my legs around you and raise my hips. “Now, please.”

You look at me as you slowly start to slide inside, filling the emptiness. You pull out slowly and repeat the torturous entry, over and over. The languid pace slowly builds the tension inside until it isn’t enough.

My hands grip your arms, the nails digging in. My legs press against you frantically. “Oh god, harder, now!”

You rear back and start a frenzied thrusting, your cock swells more and stretches me. One of your hands reaches between us, a finger presses against my clit. My body goes rigid and I begin to cum.

My spasms squeeze your cock as you continue to thrust, stretching the orgasm into forever. You let out a shout as you explode, bursting inside of me.

After a few more thrusts, you collapse on top of me. The rain has started to lighten, just covering us in a fine mist.

I turn my head to give you a kiss. “The rain is stopping. We should go before people start coming back.”

We struggle to get our wet clothes back on. I ask you for my panties back.

“No. I want to know there’s nothing beneath that wet skirt and that any part of my body has access at any time the whole way home.

To be continued…

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“Mrs. Barnes, will you come to my office.” I announced over the speaker. A few minutes later, she entered…Tall, slim, and lovely. She came through the door.

“You wanted to see me boss?” I pointed to the chair opposite me at the desk… She sat down, slowly crossing her legs. Her skirt: sliding up slightly. My cock: starting to move towards an erection. I quickly sat back down.

“Yes, I wanted to tell you, how happy I have been with your work. Top notch!” She blushed! “Now you must not be embarrassed,” I told her. “Your work has been done promptly, and efficiently, since day one!” Again she blushed. “How long has it been now?” I asked…

“Four months!” she stated. I moved around my desk and walked the length of the room, over to the door. Slowly closing it. I walked back to the desk and sat on the edge facing her.

“How do you like it here?” I asked looking in her eyes. Oh, those pools of darkness. Pulling at me, making me want to dive in and lose myself in them…

“I love it here.” “Everyone is so nice and friendly,” she said. A twinkle: in here eye. “And you are such a wonderful boss to work for!” She said with a smile. Those eyes boring holes thru me! I could feel a slight stirring in my groin, so I moved around my desk and sat down.

Looking up I noticed her eyes were following my crotch as I sat down. “I am glad you like it here.” I told her…our eyes locking. A knowing Afyon Escort smile across her lips…a slight twinkle in her eye…her breathing a little quicker.

I recognized that look…have seen it many a time. Wanton. Needing: a desire there. Her eyes were betraying her. I quickly walked over behind her. I leaned over and asked her in a whisper…”What is it you want?”

“You sir!” She blushed. “I need you to take me!” “It has been so long, and I have been watching you since I started working here.” “I knew I had to have you on my first interview.” She looked down…tears starting to form.

“You know that would be dangerous!” And she just shook her head…”I would like that very much, but it could cause some problems if we were found out.” Again she shook her head.

“I’m sorry sir, if I have caused you any embarrassment.” She said. “I only wanted to tell you my needs, and hoped they might be yours also…” She looked down, again embarrassed. So shy, so fearful, that maybe she caused me some harm.

Again I leaned down close to her ear and said, “Do not worry, we will find a way…” “But for now I want you to remove your panties and give them to me!” She looked at me wide-eyed…smiled demurely and started to pull her panties off….

Before she handed them to me she held them up to her nose and breathed in deeply. “I was thinking about you all morning,” Afyon Escort Bayan she said. “Feel how wet they are…” And she handed them to me.

I placed them close to my nose…taking in her scent: smelling her arousal, I looked in her eyes as I told her…”So intoxicating, so very moist!” “You must have been doing nothing else but thinking of me!” Her eyes dropped, and she blushed…then I tasted them, sucking the nectar from them…”Mmm,” I moaned, and she looked up to see them in my mouth! Her eyes got wider, and I saw her squeeze her knees together.

“OH,” she said. And as I took them out of my mouth: I leaned in to kiss her…”Mmm,” she moaned, as she tried to devour my mouth with hers.

“As much as I would like to continue…you must return to work,” I told her. And as she stood to turn towards the door, I slid my hand up her skirt and under it…two fingers penetrated her as she gasped!

She walked out the door blushing, a look on her face as if I had scolded her…now I need to find a way to have her. Here: on my desk! I want to take her the first time in my office…the thrill of possibly getting caught…How that will feel, being able to hear her moans, and remember they way she looks, as I am sitting at my desk everyday…

There she is…making a cup of coffee! I walk up behind her and place my hand on her tight little butt. She turns quickly; Escort Afyon as if she was going to say something and she saw who it was… she smiled! She looked around like someone might have caught us, but she new better.

“Are you wet?” I asked as I pressed up against her.

“Yes,” she said.

“Good!” I told her…”Do you think you could stay after, to work on a couple of things for me?”

“Yes,” she smiled…”What things?” Laughing quietly…

“Oh I have this feeling that something is going to pop up that needs your attention!” I saw a slight shudder. Again she smiled…this time a slight blush crossing her cheeks. “I will need your help this afternoon.” I told her as someone came into the room.

“Yes sir!” she said and she walked out going back to her desk!

“Boy would I ever like to try a roll in the hay with her!” John, my foreman said. “Hot!” “That is what she is!” He exclaimed.

“You know you can get fired for making comments like that in the office!” I told him…all the while thinking to myself how wonderful it will be…

“Yes but she would be worth it…I know it!” And he fixed his coffee and left.

“Mrs. Barnes, can you work over today?” I asked as I walked by her desk.

“Yes sir!” She said…her eyes locked on mine.

“Good,” “I promise I won’t keep you long,” and I saw a slight look of sadness in her eyes…I winked! She smiled and blushed again…

At the end of the day as everyone was leaving I walked through the office and set a stack of paperwork on her desk…”Please take care of these for me,” as I walked out the door. “I turned and said, “I need them first thing!” And walked out the door…

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I work a job that requires me to be on the road locally. I am assigned an area and I do not stray from that. Three years ago, I was put in the area that my school crush lives in. Now when I say school crush, I am not just talking about the high school years. No, I was always a grade ahead of Amanda and I first laid eyes on her when I was in first grade and her in K-5. I had an instant rush. Growing up together, that crush never went away. Sometime around middle school, I tried to be middle school cute and get her to like me but we were both shy.

Fast forward to High School and I got involved with cheering so that I could be near her but was always too chicken shit to say something. In my senior year we were part of the chorus together and for one of our performances, I was able to dance with her as we sang. Let me tell you up till that point, there had been few hotter moments in my life. Yes, I waited until I found my wife to have sex, so I was still a virgin.

Our college years saw us go separate ways and she found a boyfriend, who she married. I started working and found my wife. I watched her family grow on Facebook. When my wife and I had our second daughter, she was having her first and she came to our shower. The beans were spilled about my longtime crush and I even have a photo of us together and my dream which is me with her and my wife.

So that brings me to today, working her neighborhood, she has gotten used to seeing me and waves this excited sweet wave. This has been going on for a while. Then one day she came through a bit early and stopped for a while and talked. That talk turned into a trip to Starbucks for coffee. She started coming through earlier and the talks got Afyon Escort longer.

Today, I was waiting and I had the coffee already in my car. She showed up and I handed her favorite drink to her. She thanked me and it took me a few minutes to respond. She asked if everything was alright to which I responded I was just I had something on my mind.

“Well shoot, maybe I can help you with it!” Amanda said.

“I don’t know, I probably shouldn’t” I responded.

“Go ahead!” she prodded.

“You see the problem is if I do it could change everything and ruin so much and I don’t want to do that” I answered.

There was a long pause, too long! I had fucked up and she knew what I was thinking. Then I felt something as I sat there with my eyes closed waiting for the worst. Her hand touched my thigh and rubbed up, reaching my now aching throbbing cock through my pants. As I opened my eyes, she was face to face with me and we began to kiss. I took the back of her head in my hand and pulled her closer. I rubbed her cheek as I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. She moaned lightly into my mouth and began to rub my cock furiously. It was now my turn to moan and I grabbed her hair and told her we needed to get somewhere so that we could fuck.

I got into her car and we rode to her house. I stayed in the car as she made sure her husband was gone. When I made it in, she was calling the school she worked for and she told them that she was ill. As soon as she hung up, we were stripping and ascending the stairs to her bedroom. She paused and took me instead to her spare bedroom.

I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my legs. I placed her on the bed and straddled Afyon Escort Bayan one of her legs. I did not want to accidentally start fucking her yet, I had waited too long. I began by biting and sucking on her neck, making my way to her breast. I started at the bottom of her left breast and made my way to the top where I worshipped her nipple. I held her arms down over her head and began to suck on the other tit! She was squirming and humping my thigh. My cock was hard and leaking pre-cum all over her thigh.

As I kissed and nibbled my way down to her pussy, she moaned and laughed as the experience was both pleasurable and ticklish. I settled between her thighs and was looking at a beautiful pussy. The lips were symmetrical and the clit protruded just a bit. Her pubic bone pushed out a bit and her inner lips were tucked into her pussy. When opened, the pussy was the most beautiful pink you could imagine. The taste and smell were divine, with a floral note and a spicy flavor and smell to it. It was perfect.

I don’t know how long I was between her legs worshipping her pussy, but I do know that she was begging to have my cock put inside of her. I came up her body, spread her legs a bit more and slid my cock all the way into her slowly. I could feel each inch of pussy, every inner fold and how wet she was. Her pussy accommodated me perfectly and when I was all the way inside her, I could just feel the back wall of her pussy. I adjusted and slid my cock into the top portion just above her cervix and she nearly came right there. The feeling of her pussy contracting and becoming wetter was amazing.

I began to fuck her a bit harder and with more rhythm. She was Escort Afyon panting yes and begging for more. I sped up my tempo and was now fucking her pretty hard. I looked at her sweet face and noticed that her face and chest had flushed and she was breathing pretty heavy. I kept up what I was doing and as I saw she was about to orgasm, I wrapped my hand lightly around her throat. At first, she was nervous and then she really started to get into it. I did not cut off any air and only blood on one side. She began to cum hard and she was screaming as I felt a gush of fluid come from her. I pulled my hand away quickened my pace and between that and the contractions that her pussy was doing to my cock, I exploded in my orgasm. I was so caught up in the moment that I did not think to warn her and pull out. My cum was currently being sucked up into her cervix. I laid there for a few minutes recovering with my limp cock still inside of her pussy, still spewing a bit of cum.

I rubbed her face, gave her a kiss and apologized. She assured me not to worry. She was smiling at me and the next thing she said shocked the hell out of me.

“We should have done that years ago”

“Yes, we should have” I agreed. “What do we do now though?”

She answered, “I don’t know. I have not loved Keith in a while now and we have not been able to have a second child. Now I will get to see if it is me or him.”

“Cleo and I have often talked about having another person in our relationship and that if we did it would have to be like a permanent thing and live in” I answered. “I would want it to be a situation where we could fuck together as three or just two at a time, to include you and Cleo if you wanted.”

“I would be ok with that” Amanda answered.

“Yeah, I’m just not certain how Cleo will feel especially with this happening first” I responded.

Amanda said, “Let me handle that I think I have a plan.”

Part two will contain the plan if this is enjoyed.

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