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Tabatha couldn’t help herself. Although an office affair was probably not the best of ideas, she had to keep fucking him. He was just so damned good.

Part of it might have been her promotion. He’d told her that power was an aphrodisiac, and that being in power would make her hornier. If that were possible.

It wasn’t the only factor though. Karl was hung like an ox and he knew how to use his hands to manipulate her tits until she was squirming. His lips on her nipples, skin and pussy made her juices flow almost instantaneously. Sometimes, all he had to do was touch her and she felt as if she was cumming.

Their relationship had started off an a very even keel. They’d flirted at an office party, then began having an occasional fuck. Equals enjoying very satisfying sex. It was warm and tender. He would lick her from head to toe, his tongue darting in and out of her pussy until she was squirming. Then she returned the favor, using her tongue on his hard cock, licking him teasingly, yet holding him off at the threshold of orgasm. The fact that he ankara escort was older, more mature, more experienced certainly added to the experience, despite the nearly 20 years age difference, in bed Karl was virile, a true stud.

His hands were magical. He could just use the palm to rub and massage her pussy and she was cumming all over the place. As he would use his fingers to manipulate her clit, she’d quiver with joy, tingles all over her body. Once, the two young lovers were fucking in a stockroom, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out with orgasm and alerting her co-workers to her impending cum. Sometimes, after a particularly good fucking, she would just gaze at him with her cat-green eyes and marvel at his skill, as he ran his fingers through her long, black hair.

Oddly enough, despite the promotion, there was no trouble with their relationship. He appreciated her intelligence, ambition and drive. Karl was comfortable in his position.

There was now real fire in their relationship. They fucked eryaman escort constantly in her new office, one time after her secretary – a cute little thing that Tabatha considered inviting into a threeway – had left, they fucked on the desk, screwing like rabid minks in heat. His big cock moved in and out, the flailing of their heated bodies knocking things off the desk and onto the floor. She was horny all the time now, she had to concentrate to think of business and not having Karl’s big dick inside her pussy or ass. She had to bring a change of panties to work all the time now, they were so wet most of the day.

Sometimes, Tabatha wondered if they were trying to prove they were still equals in bed. They’d always matched each other’s sexual fire, she was a great cocksucker, he was a terrific cuntlapper and both of them enjoyed “69” as often as possible.

He sat in her big leather office chair and she rode him hard, her nails raking her naked exposed flesh, his hands playing with her gorgeous etimesgut escort tits and his finger strumming her clit as his dick moved in and out, in and out, her body swirling in small circles as the fucked.

“Goddammm, this is good!,” she screamed, glad the office was shut down for the day. “I wish I had an apartment here, I’d never go home lover, I’d sleep, have a meal and go right back to fucking you!” Tabatha giggled at the thought.

Her hair was plastered to her head, jet-black and glistening from the exertions of their heated fucking. She milked at his cock with her educated cunt, she’d had many lovers in the past and considered herself a bit of a nympho in the past. Yet lately, aside from the thoughts of an occasional girl-on-girl dalliance, Karl had been the only lover, the only one to taste the sweetness of her pussy.

“Fuck me harder, you hot bitch!” Karl yelled as he drove his hard cock into her clenching pussy walls. He gave her as much as he could and she took all of it.

The came together, she took his cock afterwards and cleaned it of their combined juices. As the two of them dressed, they smiled at each other. Their relationship was intact.

“So what’s on the agenda for today Boss?” Karl asked her.

Tabatha smiled back at him. “Well darling, if we get enough work done the rest of the day, I might work in a little bonus!”

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You walk into the pub slowly, your nervousness making you a bit cautious. You glance around the room trying to match the picture you received, not an easy task when the head was blacked out. A dirty laugh fills the room as you spot a somewhat voluptuous woman sitting at the bar, chortling over something the man beside her must have said. Her t-shirt is stretched tight over her large breasts, her nipples making tiny bumps in the fabric. Wondering, you approach her.

“Alexis?” you ask, your head tilted to one side.

Swiveling my chair to face you I smile, “Hey, how’s it goin’.” I pull out the chair next to me and you slide in.

“Been here long?” you inquire.

“Nah, maybe 10 minutes,” I reply, pointing to my nearly full beer bottle.

“Sam Adams” you tell the bartender as he comes to take your order.

We make idle chatter, “How long have you lived in Cali” “What kind of music do you like,” the usual questions people ask of strangers as we both try to discretely check the other out. We laugh as one beer turns into two and somehow our chairs seem to move a little closer. It gets noisier in the bar and you lean over to gerçek sex hikayeleri hear me, your hand resting on my thigh.

“I said, do you think we should go,” I repeat, enjoying the warmth of your fingers.

“Sure, yeah, uh, good idea,” you say as you push your seat back.

We walk slowly back to the parking lot, stopping at my car.

“Well, my place is just a couple blocks from here, do you wanna head over there,” you ask, “I can give you directions, it’s pretty easy to find.”

“Sure,” I answer, “let’s get in the car and I’ll write down your address.” I turn, opening the doors as we both get into the cold car.

“Lemme just get some paper out of the glove box,” I tell you as I reach across your lap.

Gently you rub my nipple with your forefinger as I fumble around, pretending to look for paper.

“Whatcha doin’,” I ask coyly, feeling my nipple harden as I sit back up.

“Errr, nothing, sorry ’bout that,” you mumble, looking at the floor.

“Well isn’t that what we’re here for,” I laugh, reaching down and placing your right hand on my breast. You smile at sex hikayeleri me as I notice the first signs of lust in your eyes. Tenderly you squeeze my breast as I slowly lick my lips with my tongue. I push my swollen tit against your fingers as my pussy does a slow grind into the seat.

“Mmmm,” I moan as you begin to softly caress my other breast with your left hand.

“Oh God,” you whisper and I feel myself start to become wet. I start to pull my shirt up, dying to feel your fingers on my naked flesh.

“Alexis, Jesus, we’re in the parking lot,” you stammer.

“It’s OK,” I assure you, “just for a minute, k?” Your eyes widen as you take in the sight of my full breasts straining against black lace. You slide your fingers between the lace and my tit, pulling on my tight nipple. I stare at your crotch, watching you get hard as my panties get wetter. I feel you unhooking my bra. As my breasts fall free you scoop them up, marveling at their weight as your lips begin to suck.

The sound of people returning to their cars seems to excite us even further and I rub my hand across your jeans.

“May sex hikayeleri I?” I ask, dying to see your cock.

“Yes,” you mumble, your teeth gently nibbling at my sensitive buds. I unzip your pants and pull out your rock hard dick. As I rub your cock with my left hand I slide my right fingers into my jeans, into my panties and cover them with my juice. I bring my hand out and reach down, rubbing the warm liquid into the head of your dick. Your cock glistens as I stroke the underside of your taut balls.

I slide over and sit in your lap, your face buried in my tits, my nipples aching. The only sound in the car is that of us breathing, our breaths getting shorter and shorter as I rub your dick against the outside of my jeans.

“I wanna come so bad,” you groan, grabbing my tits and squeezing them together.

“You will baby,” I tell you as I lean down and wrap my tits around your cock. Slowly you fuck them as my fingers run a line between your balls and your ass.

“God, I love your tits,” you cry, your hips thrusting faster against my chest.

“Come for me baby, come on my tits,” I groan, fingering myself, so turned on at the sight of your cock sliding between my huge mounds.

“Fuck, oh shit, God, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” you moan as your thick cum begins to ooze across my chest, my throat. I laugh softly, rubbing your sperm into my skin, tasting my fingers, licking the tip of you clean with my tongue…

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“You DO know where we’re going, don’t you?”

Diana said this as she peered out the window from the passenger seat of the little car as it struggled down a country dirt road that probably wasn’t on any map printed.

From the driver’s seat, her best friend Andy shrugged as he too peered out the windshield, trying to see anything through the dark September night that would give him a clue as to where they were going. “Sally said this was the road, it’s on the map there.” He indicated the small slip of paper that Diana had pinned to the visor for easier viewing.

“I’m beginning to wonder if she was sober when she wrote them down,” muttered Diana balefully. “What’s this party supposed to be for, anyway?”

“I don’t know any more than what Sally and Greg told both of us,” Andy replied, slowing down as the headlights indicated a sharp right turn up ahead. “Some kind of mystery thing, everyone pairs up.”

Diana nodded, remembering the conversation she’d had with Sally about that. Within their circle of friends, created in college and strong ever since, she and Andy were the only two who remained unattached. Everyone else had either married or had been dating the same person for over a year now. So usually Andy and Diana paired up if neither had a date to bring to a party.

But since Andy and Diana had been friends since childhood, they never minded being paired up together. They had been close friends for many years, confiding in each other and leaning on one another. It was actually Andy who introduced Diana to the college crowd he ran with, having known her since grade school, and they had all accepted her in enthusiastically. Any friend of Andy’s was a friend of theirs.

Andy and Diana could talk to each other very easily, and occasionally have a pretty good argument as well, but in general they got along so well that they almost took one another for granted. If there were any deeper feelings on either of their minds regarding one another, they were never expressed. Andy had dated his share of girls in the past, and Diana herself had also had an active social life. Many a night she had cried on Andy’s shoulder after a bad breakup, which was how most of her relationships ended, in part due to her fiery temper. And Andy himself could recall many times he had kept Diana up all night, venting his emotions on her willing ears. There just wasn’t anyone else who could listen in silence and understand with her eyes, as Diana could do.

“Look,” Diana said, pointing up ahead. Andy saw it almost as soon as she spoke. The road dead ended in a driveway up ahead. As Andy’s car got closer, his headlights fell upon the house they were supposed to meet the gang at, and first his jaw, and then Diana’s, dropped open in astonishment.

The house they were looking at could only be called a mansion. At least three stories, not counting what could only be an attic, and spread out into two different wings. It rose tall over the manicured lawn and gravelled driveway. Looking up, Andy could see bars on all of the windows. The huge stone house looked exotic and creepy to him. To Diana, staring at it through the windshield, it looked like an English nursing home.

Andy stopped the car behind a group of other cars belonging to previously arrived guests, most of which he recognized. It looked like he and Diana were the last to arrive. He turned off the engine, but neither he nor Diana made a move to get out of the car. They both continued to stare at the house, wondering if they were at the right place.

“Do you recognize this place?” Diana asked, turning to look at Andy. In the moonlight, her ice green eyes looked doubtful and apprehensive. Andy saw it clearly and wondered, as he had many times before, if Diana ever really knew how expressive her eyes were; she could hide so little.

“I know I’ve never been here before,” Andy said, thinking that Diana could have been right about Sally being drunk when she wrote the directions down for them.

Diana shook her head, her pale blond hair, done in a French twist for what had been described to them as a black tie affair, glinted in the moonlight. “I don’t remember this place being mentioned by anyone in the gang before. How did Sally and Greg find it?”

Andy shrugged. “Greg’s pretty good at finding what he wants to find. This mystery party was his idea. We’d better go in.”

They both got out of the car. Diana took a quick moment to pull down her black sequined cocktail dress, which boasted spaghetti straps and a very short skirt, showing off her lean body and long legs beautifully. Andy waited patiently and watched her. He always liked to watch Diana, though he had always avoided thinking about why.

They both started toward the huge house, Diana stumbling a little on the graveled drive, which was not easy to navigate in high heels. Andy reached out and steadied her. It was the least he could do, after she had had the good manners not to laugh at him when he had shown up at her house in a tuxedo.

Diana liseli hikayeleri accepted his arm thankfully. They continued down the long drive until they came to a small porch in front of large double doors that sported a lion’s head knocker.

Andy rolled his eyes when he saw it, and Diana held down the urge to laugh. As good looking as he was, especially in his tuxedo, he was still the same Andy, a regular guy trapped in a monkey suit.

Andy reached out to grasp the knocker, but before he could touch it, the doors swung silently open on well-oiled hinges, making both of them jump. They were confronted by a tall, very thin man dressed in what Diana recognized as a butler’s uniform. The man was as pale as death, with thin, pale hair to match, and his colorless eyes regarded them both disdainfully.

Andy was struck speechless, but Diana, as usual, was not. “Good evening,” she said, picking up the manners she had been taught in childhood but only used when necessary. Only someone who knew her so well, such as Andy, could hear the barely contained laughter beneath her velvety tone. He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing himself.

“You are…?” The butler blocked their entrance, standing ramrod straight, his eyes on Diana, who had spoken first. Diana gave him their names.

“You are expected. Please follow me.”

“We are expected,” Andy muttered under his breath, loud enough for only Diana to hear. Diana rewarded him with a sharp poke in the ribs, as they followed the walking ghoul into the house.

Both Andy and Diana stopped in their tracks, gazing in awe at the foyer that they stood in. Diana’s entire house could have fit easily into it. Marble flooring stretched before them, even up the massive staircase right in front of them. The walls were hung with expensive artwork, and the foyer was well lit, and completely silent. It looked like something out of a movie about very rich and very weird people.

“Jesus,” Andy muttered. Diana said nothing.

The sound of a voice being cleared broke them of their inspection of the front hall, as they both remembered their butler escort, who was now standing impatiently in the hall that led to the right of the staircase, waiting for them. Andy flushed, and Diana returned the butler’s glare as they continued to follow him. They headed down the long, well-lit hall, Diana’s heels loudly announcing their approach on the marble flooring. The butler’s pace did not permit pause to view the expensive art hanging on the walls.

Finally they came to a set of double doors, which the butler ceremoniously swung open, then stood aside for them to enter. Andy gave their escort a nod of thanks. Diana ignored him completely. She had not liked the butler’s response to her polite treatment of him.

They found themselves in a library. Every wall held shelves of books, all leather bound, and judging from the freshness of the leather scent, probably never taken down and read. In the center of the room, there was a large stone fireplace, in front of which there was an assortment of comfortable looking chairs, all of which were occupied by their friends.

Everyone turned to stare at them. Diana and Andy slowly halted their approach toward the fireplace. The seed of doubt that had already been planted in their minds now blossomed into a full flower of apprehension. Their close college friends, the people they had gone to parties with and bars with, were staring at both of them as though they were strangers. No one said a word of greeting, no one stood up. No one smiled. They just looked at them both in an expectant way, as if waiting for one of them to sprout a second head.

A chill ran down Diana’s spine, and she took a step closer to Andy, looking up at him in confusion. His dark blue eyes returned her gaze with the same confusion. Whatever they had been expecting, it was certainly not for their closest friends to treat them as though they were strangers.

“Sit, please.”

The voice came from directly behind them. Diana, whose nerves were beginning to grow raw, jumped, whirled around, and very nearly swung a fist at the man who now stood behind them. He had approached them in silence, and Andy quickly grabbed Diana’s elbow. With a visible effort, she regained her composure.

The man who had spoken was not the butler who had escorted them in. This was a tall, very regal-looking gentleman with snow-white hair, dressed in a dark black suit. He smiled at them, the first friendly gesture they had seen since arriving. Andy relaxed a little, but did not let go of Diana’s elbow. He knew the smile would make no difference to her. Her guard was solidly up now, and it was clear she did not like this entire affair so far. Neither did he, but having known the group of people in front of the fireplace a little longer, he was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt.

Vaguely he wondered if Diana trusted anyone except him.

The tall man who had spoken gestured toward the two kadın hikayeleri remaining empty chairs, set a little apart from the others, but Diana made no move toward them.

“Who are you?” she asked, piercing the man with those ice green eyes, giving him what Andy liked to call “the iceberg stare” that she was famous for. And even on this cool, elegant stranger, it worked. He looked at her and flinched. But he recovered quickly.

“I am Edward St. John,” he replied calmly. “I own this house, and I have been asked to host this affair. Please, make yourselves comfortable.”

Obviously unsatisfied, but aware of the expectant stares of the others, Diana warily moved to one of the chairs and seated herself. Andy took the other and moved it closer to hers, knowing she was growing increasingly upset, and hoping he could keep her calmed down. He was beginning to worry. No one knew Diana’s temper like he did, and this sort of game was just the thing to set it off. And when she lost her temper, she did not care what she did or who she did it to.

Everyone was still staring at them, and Sally and Greg, who had arranged this whole thing, were now smiling at Andy. It was becoming obvious to both Andy and Diana that they were the focus of this whole party, but neither of them could think of why. Neither had a birthday coming up, or any other reason to be thrown a party.

Mr. St. John stood in front of the fireplace and cleared his throat. “Thank you all for coming,” he began. “As you are all aware, this party has a mystery theme. But it is not a murder mystery, staged for you to solve. Rather, we will call it the “personals mystery.” When you all recieved your invitations, you were told to bring a significant other or a spouse.” His eyes came to rest on Andy and Diana. Andy squirmed in his chair a little. Diana’s cold glare suddenly turned smoking, and she treated everyone in the room to it except Andy.

“The theme of this party,” Mr. St. John said, “is that each couple has been given a task to complete, and assigned a room in this house to complete it in. Each couple has a different task. The instructions and everything you need to complete the task are in your assigned room. When your task is completed, you will return to the library. It will then be the time to determine who completed their task, and who did not. Now, I will read off the names of the couples, and Munroe will escort you to your assigned room.”

Andy glanced around and saw the butler standing in the doorway, waiting. So his name was Munroe. As Mr. St. John began to read off names from a sheet of paper, Andy wondered what task had been assigned to him and Diana. Greg was the one who organized this party, and Greg had a reputation for doing out of the ordinary things. Andy hoped they wouldn’t be required to kill anything.

“Andy and Diana,” Mr. St. John read, when Munroe returned from escorting Heidi and Alan. Andy and Diana looked at each other. They saw Munroe move toward the door, clearly expecting them to follow him. Andy shrugged and got out of his chair. Diana wanted to stay and throw a few people around until she got a few answers to her questions, but she also rose, and together they followed Munroe out of the library.

The butler silently led them up the marble staircase to the second floor. They went down a long hall done in dark red trim and carpet, until they finally stopped at a door to the right. The butler fished in his pocket and came up with one key, Diana recognized it as a skeleton key. He unlocked the door, and stepped aside for them to enter.

They stepped into a bedroom. And the minute they were inside the room, the door slammed shut behind them. Diana whirled around and grabbed at the door handle, but it was locked. She tugged in vain at the heavy wooden door that was too heavy to break down.

“Diana, take it easy,” Andy said, as she pounded on the door in rage. “Why don’t we find out what our task is?”

Diana turned to glare at him, and her anger melted at the look on his face. Poor Andy. In spite of his past relationships, he was very naive. She had no idea what their task was, but she had a strong feeling she would not like it.

“I don’t think I want to know,” Diana muttered, stepping a little further into the room to look it over. As bedrooms went, this one was magnificent. It was enormous, but the only furniture in it was a huge bed, four poster, that easily could have accomodated five people. It had curtains around it, which were drawn open. The room was quite dark, because the only light came from two tall standing candleabras, each holding thirteen candles.

Beside the bed was a rolling serving tray that held two envelopes, a pitcher of water, and a knife.

Diana went over to the rolling serving tray and looked at the envelopes. One had her name on it, written in spidery handwriting, and the other had Andy’s name. She picked up Andy’s and held it out to him. “These must be our instructions,” she said.

Andy erotik hikaye oku took the envelope from her and went over to the opposite side of the bed, to read by the candlelight of the candleabra, while Diana remained on the other side by that candleabra, near the rolling tray. He wasn’t too worried about what they would have to do. Probably find their way back to the library through a bunch of mazes behind the walls, he thought as he opened the envelope.

When he finished reading it for the second time, and was realizing that he did not know his friends as well as he thought he did, he looked up at Diana. Her face had gone completely white, and she stared at the sheet of paper in her hand in complete disbelief.

“We’ve been set up,” Andy said quietly.

Diana’s heart pounded. She looked up at her best friend, who now looked like a stranger to her. Yes, they had been set up. But by whom? And why? Never in her life had she thought of doing some of the things written on that paper. It wasn’t exactly gross, it was just… bizarre. And the most bizarre thought of all was the thought of doing them to her best friend. Of course, she had wondered, what it would be like, but an idle occasional thought was quite different from actually doing something like this.

“Who?” she said in a whisper. “And why?”

Andy shook his head sorrowfully. “It has to be Sally and Greg,” he said. “Diana, I never wanted to tell you this, but every time either of us breaks up with someone, they’ve been pushing me to go out with you as more than a friend. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t know how you would take it. And neither did they. But they knew how I felt about you.” He added a piercing stare to his last comment, which Diana met with shock. “We never took the bait,” he continued, “and now they’re forcing us to take it.”

“No one is forcing me to do anything,” Diana said in a dangerous tone of voice that Andy knew all too well. She stood up and flung the sheet of paper to the floor. “I am NOT going to do this.”

“They haven’t given us much of a choice,” Andy replied logically. “The door is locked.”

Diana hated it when Andy got logical on her. “The windows–“

“–have bars,” Andy finished for her. “Besides, we’re on the second floor.”

“There has got to be another way out of here!” Frantically, Diana began searching the room from top to bottom, looking for another door, a window, a secret passage, even a crack in the wall. Andy watched her in silence, knowing she would find nothing. He was not as upset as she was about what they had been told to do. In fact, the details of his sheet had intrigued him, and excited him, especially since it was Diana who he was to do them to. Idly he figured that made him a true pervert. So be it.

Diana finally had to give her search up. She sat on the opposite side of the bed, away from Andy, and stared into space, trying to think of what to do, of any way out of this situation.

“Why are you so upset about this?” Andy asked. “Do I make you sick or something?”

She looked at him in shock, hurt that he would say such a thing. “How could you say that?”

Andy shrugged. “You’re acting like we’ve been ordered to sacrifice a chicken.”

Diana shuddered. “Close,” she muttered.

Andy shook his head. “Not unless you look at it that way.”

She picked up her sheet and gestured toward him with it. “Some of these things are bizarre, Andy. It sounds like devil worship or something.”

“There isn’t any pentagram on the floor,” Andy said. “We’re not worshiping the devil. Try to look at it like it’s a medical procedure or something.”

“You need professional help,” she replied, staring balefully at him.

He returned the stare. “And that’s not why you’re upset. I know it isn’t. You aren’t the squeamish type. It’s because it’s me you’re partnered with. I can tell.”

Damn him for being able to read her so well. “It’s not that I’m not curious,” she murmured. “It’s just that I.. never.. considered going that way with you.”

“Well, I have considered it,” Andy replied bluntly. Again, she stared at him in shock. “And if you’re worried about hurting me,” he continued, “don’t be. You don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

“Maybe I would rather not know you that well,” she shot back. “Maybe I like things between us the way they are.”

He stared at her for a full minute. “I don’t think so,” he said finally.

She looked at him, seeing his thick, dark hair, his deep blue eyes, and wrenched her gaze away. Suddenly realizing that she was about to give in to doing something she had not planned to do, she said, “Let’s just wait, Andy. They have to let us out of here sometime.”

“Do they?”

With a start, she knew he was right. There was no reason for whoever had staged this to let them out of this room anytime soon. There was no phone in the room, and no way out. They could be kept in here for days. While Diana doubted their friends would take it that far, it was quite possible they would be locked in here all night long. The gang had pulled worse pranks before.

But this was more than a prank, and Diana silently vowed that if she and Andy got out of that room, she would break the face of every person in the house, including Mr. St. John and that corpse of a butler.

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She really had meant to explore the area when she had first meet the deputy, exploring backcountry roads and such was something of a hobby. This weekend she planned to pick up where she had left off the first time. If she just happened to run into her favorite law enforcement officer that would be a bonus. She would take the entire weekend to escape the confines of the city. She packed up her Mustang with camping gear and food just in case the mood struck her otherwise she would find one of those out of the way family motels to stay at for a night. Hopefully, a motel that did not have a dead, stuffed animal mounted over every doorway.

Early Saturday morning she sped off to the country, intent on exploring every tiny road and trail she could find. It took about an hour or so to reach the first turn off, then she was truly off, a trail of dust settling in her wake. She slowed down as she came to her favorite picnic area about 20 minutes later. Like last time there were no cars parked but it was still pretty early. She considered stopping and making her own breakfast but decided that eating at the diner would be better. She gunned the Mustang and quickly arrived in town. She pulled in and parked in front of the diner. There were no police cars in front of the sheriff’s office this morning and she had to quell a little feeling of disappointment.

“You are not looking for the deputy this time,” she chastised her self. “Remember you are exploring this weekend, sex is secondary,” she grinned, “Well, I suppose priorities could change.” She went inside and sat down at the long counter. Trixie was working and came down to greet her.

“Nice to see you again,” Trixie said, “What can I get you this morning?”

“How about some juice and the breakfast special,” she replied. Trixie gave her the once over a little sparkle in her eye and then turned around to get the order in and help the other dozen or so people in the diner. She realized that her present get up was not nearly as sexy as the last time she had been here. Short sturdy hiking boots with socks just past her ankles, khaki hiking shorts, that should off her ass very nicely, and a loose white cotton t-shirt that hid her breasts rather than show them off. She had her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail.

“No, definitely not sexy but at least comfortable for this trip,” she thought. Trixie brought her breakfast over and they chatted for a few minutes. She learned where some of the good trails and make-out spots where. Trixie even offered to go exploring with her, but she declined this time. Trixie would be much to distracting from her real weekend goal, although the offer was very tempting. Another time, for sure though. Trixie was obviously disappointed but perked up at the offer of another day. She realized that she had been thinking of what Trixie looked like naked and how soft her lips would be. Her face was flushed and she could feel her nipples harden. Fortunately no one could see them under her loose shirt. She paid her bill and said goodbye to Trixie and walked out the door to her Mustang.

“Now I’m truly off to explore,” she thought to herself. The Mustang’s engine seemed to purr erotik hikaye oku in agreement with her and she hit the road. She spent the rest of the morning exploring new roads getting lost, and then finding her way. When her tummy reminded her about lunch she headed back to her favorite picnic area. It was still deserted and she could not help but feel a bit of disappointment rising, but lunch would not wait. She ate quietly in the peace of the early afternoon. Trixie had drawn her a map to a place she called the Overlook and there were several good trails from there. She decided to see if she could find it. It took a couple of hours through trial and error but she finally figured out Trixie’s rough map and found the spot. If you weren’t looking for it you would not find it and she had driven by it at least twice when she was looking for it. She followed the narrow tree shaded road about 100 yards when it opened up into a slightly overgrown parking lot. There were some crumbling, wood logs to designate the parking area and an old steel rail running the length of the area beyond which the ground seemed to disappear.

She parked off to one side and stepped out of her car. Trixie had been right the view from here was fantastic. The ground beyond the steel rail protected anyone from the sheer drop on the other side. From here the entire valley could be seen. In the distance on the valley floor she could just make out the little town and the diner. Down the center ran the lively stream and portions of the main dirt road could just be seen running along side it through the trees. She got out her binoculars and sitting on the hood of her car scanned up and down the valley. She watched for a few minutes and then seeing a trail entrance close to her car decided to explore it. She followed the relatively level trail for about 20 minutes until it entered a clearing by a small stream. The stream came over a small waterfall here splashing noisily in its banks heading to the bigger stream at the valley floor. She paused and found a place to sit and enjoy the peaceful sounds for a bit and then wandered back down the trail the way she had come.

As she was coming through the trees she could see another convertible parked at the other end of the overlook. She paused mid-stride, something a little odd seemed to be going on. She quietly made her way through the brush trying to find a better spot to see the car’s occupants without being seen. She moved closer and found a good spot and raised the binoculars to her eyes. The occupants came in focus, a boy and a girl sitting in the backseat. The girl was on her knees leaning over the boy their lips locked together one of her hands holding his head. The girl’s blouse was unbuttoned and it looked like the boy was fondling her breasts. The girl raised her head breaking the kiss and she realized it was Trixie in the car. Then the boy disappeared from view and Trixie leaned back resting against the backdoor of the car. She watched as Trixie arched her back her blouse opening wide revealing her breasts and hard nipples to the afternoon sun.

She had a good idea where the boy had disappeared too. She erotik hikaye felt her own nipples harden at the thought of the boy’s tongue licking up and down Trixie’s pussy. She continued to watch. She could see Trixie fondling her own breasts, pinching and pulling her hard nipples her mouth open wide. Her own pussy began to grow damp and she lowered one hand to rub herself through her shorts. She saw Trixie’s hands disappear and then Trixie was bucking and writhing as her orgasm tore through her. She slipped her hand down her shorts and under her panties running her fingers across her labia in a soft circular motion, teasing her clit a little. Her breathing grew heavy as she watched the boy sit up in the backseat and Trixie straddling his lap. The binoculars trembling in her hands, slipping one finger into her pussy as she watched Trixie rise up and slowly settle down impaling herself on the boy’s cock.

“Enjoying the show?” a voice asked from behind her.

She jumped startled by the sound and tried to turn around yanking her hand out of her shorts. A hand grabbed each hip and held her in place.

“Don’t worry, I would bite…to much,” he said still holding her firmly by the hips. She relaxed slightly as she recognized the deputy’s voice.

“How did you know I was here,” she asked quietly.

“Trixie told me you were around today and she mentioned that she had told you about this spot,” he replied, his breath hot in her ear. She shivered as the hairs on the back of her neck rose. His hands reached around and unbuttoned her shorts. “She was disappointed that she didn’t get to come with you, so she set this up,” he continued. His hands pulled her shorts down her hips a little and his fingers slipped under her panties. “Keep watching, she wants you to see her,” he said. She raised the binoculars back to her eyes with both hands. His fingers began stroking her pussy, softly massaging her labia and circling her clit.

She could see Trixie moving up and down slowly in the back of the car the boy under her squeezing her breasts. His head was thrown back and his mouth was open. Trixie stopped for a moment and brought his head to her breasts. He began sucking on her tits and Trixie arched her back holding his head tightly to them. As she watched Trixie the deputy pressed his hard cock against her ass as he slipped two fingers into her pussy. She groaned loudly and shoved back against him. He teased her clit as he slowly fucked her with his fingers. Trixie was moving slowly up and down obviously relishing the hard cock embedded in her. The deputy’s fingers were bringing her close to an orgasm she could feel her muscles start to tense. Just as she neared the point of release he stopped, kissing her neck, he let his fingers just lie still inside her the palm of his hand pressing against her mound till he felt her relax against him.

Trixie was no longer straddling the boy. She had moved and was lying across the back of the car. Trixie’s breasts crushed against the trunk, her ass and legs inside the backseat of the car. The boy was kneeling behind her and as he thrust is hard cock into Trixie, the deputy starting fucking her porno hikayeleri with his fingers again. The deputy moved one hand under her shirt and pushed her bra up and out of the way exposing the sensitive nipple to his questing fingers. He took it between his fingers and squeezed as his other hand concentrated on her clit, reviving and deepening the fire inside her. The boy was speeding up and she could hear Trixie crying out for more. The deputy matched the boy and she felt her body tensing. As she watched the boy stiffened, his cock thrusting deep into Trixie. Her own body stiffened and then bucked against the deputy as her orgasm crashed through her. She sighed and collapsed backward against the deputy.

She whispered “I need you now, I need to feel your hard cock pounding into me. Take me now!” Trixie and the boy had slumped down out of sight in the other convertible.

“Okay, lets head to your car, I need to feel your pussy milking my cock,” he said in agreement. She pulled her shorts up and the quickly moved over to her car and climbed into the back seat. She took off her shoes and skinned out of her shorts and her panties droping them on the floor of the car. He wasted no time either and was quickly naked beside her.

“Lean over the seat on your knees,” he said. She stripped off her shirt and bra and complied, waving her ass in the air at him. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at the sight of his rigid cock gently bobbing in front of him. She wiggled her hips and spread her legs, exposing her wet, glistening pussy to his view, a wonton desire to feel his prick inside her. He stared at her ass for a moment then grabbed her hips with his hands and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Then he rammed into her in a long hard stroke. She cried out at the invasion trying to crawl away from the sudden hard stroke into her pussy. But his grip was strong and he held her tight against him for a moment. She groaned and thrust her ass back at him trying to fuck herself against his cock. He pulled back to give her some room. Quickly she started moving back and forth fucking herself on his rampant cock.

“Morrrrrre! Come on fuck me now!” she cried in frustration. He grabbed her ponytail with one hand and pulled her back towards him. She put her hands on the top of the backseat to support herself as his cock began thrusting into her, fast going in and slow coming out, she could feel every inch of it. She arched her back as he pulled her hair a little harder and the other hand squeezed her breast as they thrust forward. He kept up his rhythm for a few minutes squeezing her sensitive nipple in time with the hard thrusting of his cock. She felt his thighs tensing against her and felt him lose the rhythm he had set. He was out of control and she cried out, as his thrusts grew harder and deeper inside her. He pulled harder on her ponytail and she could feel him going wild the big cock flexing, jerking, bucking inside her as jet after jet of hot cum spurted inside her.

The feel of the throbbing cock set her off and she shoved against him hard at the feel of the spurting cock. She stiffened then bucked and thrust against him her orgasm ripping through her in an electric thrill. She collapsed against the seat. He sank down in the seat next to her pulling her against him, one breast cupped in his hand, his lips seeking hers for a kiss. They snuggled together and watched the sunset paint the valley in its fading light.

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Even through the window, Chase could tell that the woman was a looker. Her long blonde hair easily reached her wide hips, while her arms seemed to be smooth and muscular. He could tell that she was definitely on the larger side, but that suited him fine. That’s where his preferences ran to, anyways. “More cushion for the pushin'”, he thought to himself as he peered over at the new neighbor. She and a male (Chase couldn’t tell from their actions whether they were friends, dating, or married) had begun moving items in yesterday, starting with the furniture. It appeared that now they were bringing in all the boxes and knick-knacks. Curious, he kept glancing towards the large picture window as he watched TV, hoping to catch a glimpse that would tell him what type of people these new neighbors were.

They seemed to be nice people. They shared in the job of bringing items into the house, opened the door for each other, and seemed to work nicely in unison; obviously they’d been together long enough for a system and easy camaraderie to have been concretely established. Working together to bring in the larger, heavy items and boxes, muscling open the door… it was almost like a dance. Chase kept glancing over, enjoying the way that the woman’s shorts stretched across her voluptuous bottom, showing off the indent between her buttocks. The white tank top she wore soon dampened with sweat, showing the rich purple hue of her bra, and the tendrils of hair brushing her neck and cheeks began to stick to her skin. Chase found himself daydreaming of how she would look in bed. “Probably a lot like that,” he thought to himself. “Cheeks pinkened from exertion, damp hair caressing her neck, eyes shiny with excitement, skin moist with a light sheen of perspiration… breasts heavy and full, swinging as she moves…” He closed his eyes, allowing his imagination to take over, unzipping his trousers as he did so.

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Several days later, Chase was outside, reading a magazine and swinging in his hammock, when he began to hear subtle noises from next door. Thinking the new neighbor just had her TV louder than normal, he tuned it out, returning to the article on trout fishing that he had previously been thoroughly engrossed in. A few minutes later, a guttural cry rent the air, and he lifted his upper half off the hammock, wondering if he ought to run next door and make sure everything was alright. As he debated, more noises filled the air. A loud moan, followed by harsh panting and an almost indecipherable sound of “thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack….”

“Good God,” he whispered aloud, “the woman is a sex goddess!” Lying back down, Chase put down his magazine, content to listen to the drama unfolding next door. His home hid his backyard from the curious gaze of passersby, while the shrubs he had planted, as well as the neighbors’ low picket fence, ensured his complete privacy. As a bachelor, he had need of privacy. Although he was by no means a player, he had his share of women friends, and even if one were not over, he preferred walking around his house nude or wearing only boxer briefs to being fully dressed.

Another loud moan interrupted his reverie, and he fumbled with the button on his now-snug shorts as the air continued to be a conduit between his next door neighbor and himself. Gripping his cock firmly in one hand, he began to slowly pump as he closed his eyes; if he strained his ears, he was able to hear every word.

“Oh fuck yes, fuck me harder!” She was screaming to her lover, her voice hoarse in her passion. The thwack-ing sounds grew louder, and Chase smiled as he placed the sound as that of a tight ball sack vigorously slapping a wet pussy mound during a ferocious, uninhibited sexcapade. His hand moved faster, and a soft moan escaped his lips as he again imagined his beautiful, well-endowed neighbor resting doggy style on her bed, her large breasts swaying with the force of the thrusts from her lover, her long blonde hair a veil around her shoulders as she took the hard length deep into her weeping pussy.

Rhythmic moaning filled the air, turning into fast, coarse grunts as the speed of the thrusts apparently increased. “That’s right, you fat slut, giving me your gorgeous body to pound…. Take it like a woman, that’s a good girl! Ohhhh, god yes, your fucking pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight, it’s all I can do not to cum right now….” Chase heard a man say roughly, a loud smack punctuating every pause. Gripping himself tighter, Chase tensed up, imagining pounding the luscious pussy of his new neighbor, watching her flesh wiggle and jiggle as he moved, grabbing a hard nipple to pinch as he drove himself to completion…

“Ohhhhhhhh,” he gasped as his cock began to jerk, his cum erupting like a geyser from the head. He threw his head back, breathing harshly, still pumping hot seed from his cock, as he listened to the neighbor complete his own play. Breathing heavily, willing his heart-rate to return to normal, Chase lie still as the voices next door quieted, a heavy-handed Avcılar Escort smack and a barely audible “That’s my good girl,” wafting to him on the breeze. He smiled. If the pleased voice was anything to go by, his new neighbor was quite a ride.

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“Can I borrow your lawnmower?” Fleshy pink lips parted in a pout after the question, obviously disappointed about something.

“I… I beg your pardon?” Chase asked, borrowing time until he could find his tongue again. His neighbor had finally made an appearance on his front step, in an outfit that made his jaw hit the floor. Jean short-shorts, a loose turquoise tank top, and a white sports bra was the frame for her natural beauty today, while her feet were encased in a pair of black sneakers. Gold earrings framed her round face, accentuated even more since her hair was pulled up and in a ponytail at the back of her head. Her beautiful blue eyes were emphasized by sooty black lashes, and shone with intelligence and humor, almost as if she could read his thoughts.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself properly, have I? My apologies, I’m Myra, I moved in next door about a week ago,” She explained, a smile lifting her lips and making her eyes sparkle even more brightly. “I’ve been working on unpacking and haven’t gotten around to meeting anyone. I was just going to start on some outdoor stuff, but my lawnmower doesn’t seem to want to start, and I just can’t stand long grass in the yard. It makes me feel so unbearably flustered, like a chicken with my head cut off. I can’t start one thing without being side-tracked by another!”

Laughing, Chase extended his hand to the up-beat woman. “I’m Chase,” he said with a warm smile, his eyes heating up and running down her length appreciatively as he remembered hearing her tête-à-tête from 2 days ago. “I can understand what you mean. I think if I put off mowing for even a day too long, my yard would be overrun by dandelions!”

Myra nodded, a smile gracing her beautiful face. “So, would you mind if I borrowed your lawnmower?” she asked again, her features turning somewhat serious as she questioned him. Chase shook his head, brown hair ruffling the tips of his ears.

“Absolutely not,” he asserted, then, inserting a seductive wink, added “As long as if you don’t bring it back by the time I need to landscape, I get to call in a favor.”

Myra giggled, sticking out her hand. “Deal!”

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Chase watched her unashamedly from the upstairs window, where he had the best view of her cleavage. He sighed, his eyes lovingly tracing every curve of her large body, lingering on the sites he found most fascinating… such as her beautifully formed buttocks, her prominent breasts, the elegant curve of her neck, and her well-muscled calves.

“Down, boy,” he murmured, feeling his cock stiffen in his jeans. “Don’t scare her off.” Chase continued to watch her, unmoving, just memorizing her curves, the sway of her wide hips, the way her waist was tapered to give her the perfect hourglass figure. The sun beat down to caress her golden skin, gently kissing her face and highlighting her hair. The epitome of a woman, Chase thought, to be able to arouse a man without lifting a finger, but still capable of hard labor. He smiled at the double entendre as the lawnmower wound down and shut off. Quickly, he made his way downstairs so that Myra wouldn’t suspect a thing.

The knock on the door coming quicker than expected, Chase glanced down to find his erection at least not blatantly obvious. Grinning to himself ruefully, he walked to the door and opened it. As expected, Myra stood there.

“How did the ole girl work for you?” He asked with a smile.

“Great!” She responded, a dimple appearing in her cheek as she beamed back at him. Then her face fell a little. “Unfortunately,” she said somewhat shyly, “I ran out of gas just as I was done.” She peered up at him through her eyelashes coquettishly, completely out of character for her previous ‘good girl’ look. “I don’t have any money to give you to replace it, but if you’d like to come over for awhile, I can pay you back.” Myra stretched her hand out to Chase invitingly, a coy smile gracing her face. Almost in a dreamlike state, Chase took her hand, barely remembering to close the door behind him as she tugged him towards her home.

Opening and closing the heavy front door was as far as they got before the clothes started to come off. Grabbing Chase’s shoulders, Myra pushed him up against the door, a firm leg coming up to twine around his waist, her lips pressed hotly to his, her tongue flicking out to taste his lips as she pressed her molten core as close to his erection as she could possibly get. Chase threw back his head in tortured agony; Myra gave a throaty laugh.

“Do you think I wasn’t able to see you in your window today?” she asked coyly, grinding herself against him mindlessly. “Or that I couldn’t make out your…” she paused, gripping Beylikdüzü Escort his hard cock in her hand, “delicious hard-on through these shorts?” Chase gasped at her firm grip, his shaft throbbing as if thrilled at the attention. Not trusting himself to speak, he grabbed Myra by the back of her neck, pulling her to him for a bone-rattling kiss, his lips forcing hers apart so he could explore the cavern within. His tongue explored her mouth leisurely, taking his time as he felt out the hidden recesses. His fingers flexed lightly on her neck, his other hand pushing her tank top straps off her shoulders so that he could caress her bare skin. Giving a tiny moan of surrender, the sizzling temptress melted at his feet, her bones seeming to dissolve as he kissed her.

Chase grinned as he broke off the kiss, sensing that much more of it and Myra would faint. Nuzzling her neck, he pushed her tight shorts from her waist, revealing the sexy g-string she wore. Goosebumps rippled across his shoulder blades, and he snapped the elastic at Myra’s waist, chuckling as he heard her sharp intake of breath. His warm breath made Myra’s hair stand on end, and he blew gently upon her neck, delighting in the way her eyes immediately rolled back into her head.

“I want you,” Myra whispered desperately, her hand, now removed from his throbbing cock, running down Chase’s side to give his buttock a hearty squeeze. Chase nipped her sensitive throat with his sharp teeth in response, squeezing her neck a little tighter in his broad palm.

“Good,” he growled against her satiny skin, his hand moving to free himself from his shorts, “Because I’m gonna fucking pound that luscious cunt of yours until you can’t take any more…. And even then I just might not be done.” As he had hoped, a slight tremor of excitement rippled through her voluptuous body, and raising his head from her neck, he took the time to peruse Myra’s face, gauging her reaction. She was not at all displeased by his choice of language, he could tell, and after the scene he had heard while in his backyard a few days ago, he knew he could step a little out of the box… the thought excited him even more than he already was.

Aroused beyond comprehension, Chase’s fumbling hand seemed to take forever to unbutton and unzip his shorts. Of course, it didn’t help that Myra had raised her plump arms and removed her tank top. She smiled sensually at him as she did so, and he looked down to see that her top must have had a built in bra, for her breasts now hung loose, the pert rosy nipples just begging for attention. She leaned into him, kissing him deeply, rubbing herself against him, and he forced himself to focus on the buttons of his shorts. Finally, finally it popped open, and Chase groaned aloud in relief, then looked to Myra with a disarming smile.

“Want to go for a ride?” he asked devilishly. Before Myra could respond, Chase had grabbed her hips, twirled her around, and wedged her between himself and the door. Grinning into her passion-flushed face, Chase stroked his hands down to her buttocks, and in one smooth motion, lifted Myra up, impaling her soft body on his hard cock. Her g-string pushed to the side of her already sopping wet pussy, his entry was effortless. As soon as he was completely sheathed, he paused, leaning against her, staring into her eyes.

“Is there a reason your nails dug into my back?” He teased with a lopsided grin. Myra groaned, her inner muscles trembling around Chase’s cock.

“No, it’s just… God, you feel so fucking good,” she breathed, staring into his eyes.

“Just wait,” Chase responded, “I’m not even close to being done with you.” And so saying, he adjusted his grip on her and began to slowly thrust inside her, flexing his hips experimentally as he watched Myra’s reactions flitting across her face. Amazement, wonder, arousal, and lust all danced with fiery passion, and Chase was hard-pressed to keep from immediately spilling his seed. Myra’s soft, fast panting, the way she tossed her head back in ecstacy, the feeling of her legs wrapping tightly around his hips… He shuddered as he lost control, and Myra cried out as his cock exploded inside of her.

“Oh you fucker, I wasn’t even close yet,” she smilingly snarled, leaning forward to bite his neck fiercely. The pain kept his manhood pumping for longer than normal, and as his legs weakened, he let Myra slowly slide down his body until her feet hit the floor, fearful that he’d lose his grip as his muscles relaxed. His hands, however, stayed on her, his thumbs moving to gently circle Myra’s nipples, his fingertips massaging the mounds of her breasts.

“You are so beautiful,” Chase told her reverently, bending his head to suckle a pebbled nipple. Her gasp aroused him, and his half-flaccid cock came straight back to attention. Noticing, Myra giggled through the haze of arousal.

“Ready for round two or something?” She flirtatiously spoke, her hand finding his sac and cradling it in her warm palm.

“No,” Chase responded, his voice muffled Esenyurt Escort from his lips still being firmly pressed into her breast, “I’m ready to complete round one. Where’s your damn bedroom?”

“Who cares?” Myra moaned, trembling, nerves tingling from nipples to pussy and back.

“I do, because I’m not going to continue fucking you on the floor,” Chase answered, chuckling hoarsely against her warm flesh.

On a throaty sigh, Myra drifted back close enough to earth to lead Chase to her bedroom, located in the back of the house with a large French style door that led onto a small enclosed patio. Chase got a small glimpse as he walked past on the way to Myra’s bed; surprised, he turned and looked closer inside the room and a smile lifted his lips as he saw a variety of love-making objects, implements, and contraptions, concealed by frosted glass windows. He wondered when Myra had brought those into the home, as he didn’t recall seeing them. Turning, his flesh immediately sizzled when he saw that Myra had made herself comfortable on the bed. She lie there, propped with pillows, her long blonde hair streaming over her shoulders, completely at ease and completely bare to his gaze.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” Chase said as he moved towards her in an almost dream-like state. “Your curves make me so fucking hard, and the color of your nipples is just divine. Your hair…” he lifted a lock to his nose and inhaled, “reminds me of jumping into a cold river on a hot summer’s day.” His hands roamed over Myra’s body, and he watched in interest as her heavy-lidded eyes fluttered in a vain attempt to stay open. Gently, his hands smoothed her body, touching her shoulders, down her arms, back up to caress her soft breasts, before dancing down the delicate flesh of her belly to the glistening mound of her pussy. His gaze locking on her face, Chase probed her wetness with a forefinger until he located her swollen nubbin of womanhood, and he smiled as she gasped and arched her back slightly.

Grasping Myra’s legs, Chase tugged once and pulled her to the edge of the bed, letting her long legs dangle while he knelt to the ground. Lifting behind the knees, he brought Myra’s legs to rest on his shoulders, and leaning forward, he inhaled the delicious scent of her pussy. Giving a last glance at her flushed face, Chase lowered his head to the feast set before him. The normally delicate scent was now musky, potent; proof of Myra’s needy arousal. His thumbs spread her labia to reveal the pearl inside, and he licked his lips in anticipation, but he didn’t want to go fast. No, he wanted to prolong the agony, keep her hovering on the edge as long as he could.

His warm lips began kissing the inside of Myra’s soft thighs, his thumbs now gently massaging the outer lips of her tantalizing pussy. His mouth somewhat open, he pressed his tongue to Myra’s flesh as he kissed her, tasting the residue of his previous encounter, and his eyes almost rolled back into his head with delight. The delicate quivering of Myra’s thigh muscles alerted him to her enjoyment, and eager to oblige her pleasure, Chase moved closer to her pussy, his lips now pressing feverish kisses to her smooth mound, his tongue darting out to taste the silky dewdrops lingering there.

Deciding it was time to start employing his fingers, Chase gently inserted his index finger into Myra’s sopping wet pussy, and was rewarded by a low guttural groan and an indistinct tightening of inner muscles. “Relax, darling,” he murmured into her feverish flesh, “I’ve yet to even begin.” His only response was a slight wriggle of hips, as if she was impatient for more. Pressing his advantage, Chase’s tongue began lapping at the shiny pearl nestled between Myra’s two lips, his finger slowly moving in and out of her hot cunt. Soft panting, in rhythm to his licking tongue, drifted to his ears, and he groaned into her pussy as his cock stiffened further. He inserted another finger, and lifted his head to gaze at Myra, licking the moistness from his shining lips.

“Do you like that? Do you feel like a good little slut, spreading your legs wide for me, begging for my attention? Play with your nipples, Myra, I want to hear you moan, I want to hear your passion,” Chase instructed her. Eyes barely open, Myra nodded distractedly, her hands moving to her breasts, where she began pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Soft mewls escaped her, and satisfied with her response, Chase lowered his head again, this time sucking her clit into his mouth, swirling it with his tongue.

“Oh fuck!” Myra keened, her hips rising fractionally. Chase kept her still, his hands pressing down on the top of her large thighs, as he used his teeth to gently roll her sensitive nub, tongue still flicking at it. A third finger joined the others, and he curled them upward; finding her g-spot, he firmly began to stroke.

“Oh holy shit!” reached his ears, and Chase flicked his gaze up to see Myra writhing on the bed, her eyes scrunched shut, her nipples a dark rose as she continued to viciously pinch them. Her back arched high, her legs pressing down on his shoulders as she moved uncontrollably in response to Chase’s stimulation. He added a fourth finger, and began a steady, thrusting rhythm, the fingertips still pressing into Myra’s g-spot. His thumb he moved to her swollen clit so that he could watch her as she orgasmed.

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My husband at the time had made dinner plans & cancelled them at the last minute. That was usually code for “I’m going to fuck one of my side chicks.” What a dick! He was so arrogant! I opened up a bottle of wine & after a couple of glasses began making some calls to do something. My girlfriends were all on dates. My boy toys were all “busy” or available much later tonight. Aaarghhh!! I really didn’t feel like going out. So I went out to the balcony that overlooked our apartment complex pool & parking lot. I had a couple drags from my pipe & decided to do some laundry. There was this really cute guy that lived on the same floor as we did. I wasn’t sure if he was gay or not since he lived with a another guy. He didn’t appear gay but you never know. So I change into some really small & tight booty shorts made from Spandex. No panties & put on a large T-shirt & since my breasts are small I had no bra. I put on a load & went out to the balcony to enjoy my drink. I notice the cute neighbor parking. He was wearing some tight shorts, a tank top & was carrying a gym bag. he looked yummy from afar. So I decided to “run into” him on the hallway.

I stood by the outside of my door, since our unit was close to the elevator I could hear when he gets to our floor & time our running into each other. I hear the elevator open & since he had to go past me to reach his apartment & I needed to go past him to reach the laundry room I’ll be able to check him out & maybe talk with him & see what my “gaydar” tells me. As he turns the corner from the elevator lobby I turn around to walk that way. Our eyes quickly meet & we smile at each other. I take the initiative & say hello & introduce myself. He tells me his name is Jeff & we begin a very light conversation. As we are both talking I am trying to check him out & quickly notice he is doing the same thing. Gaydar goes clear! He had just returned from the gym & needed to do some laundry. I mention I just put in a load now & was going to see how much time I had left. “Great. I’ll probably see you there.” he answered. I walk away to the laundry room & he goes to his apartment. Maybe this evening can be salvaged after all. The laundry room was relatively small & usually kind of hot due to the equipment & poor ventilation. There was a small folding table & a couple of folding chairs.

I could easily have gone to my apartment & waited but I wanted to see if he would come over quickly or shower 1st. I was Escort Beylikdüzü hoping that he wanted to “catch” me in the laundry room before showering hoping for another opportunity to talk. My senses were right on point. He opens the door holding his laundry bag. I was facing the washer & ensured I bent over to give him a quick look of my behind. Due to my big ass the bottom of my ass cheeks are always exposed when I wear booty shorts. Since I was wearing a long T-shirt they were not really visible. So I bent over & when I stood up pulled my T-shirt up to wipe my brow so he could see my ass cheeks better. I then turn around & say Hi again. That was quick. He said he hates doing laundry so I give him some pointers & help him load the washer. We are engaging in small talk but I can tell he is a bit nervous. I am beginning to sweat due to the heat now being greater due to both washers & dryers operating at the same time.

Someone else walks in we smile & he asks me if I want a drink or something while we wait. I say “Sure.” As we are walking to his apartment I ask him if he likes Whiskey. “Of course.” I tell him I got something he will like (in more ways than one, LOL!) So we go to my apartment & I pour him a glass of my husband’s Blue label. Might as well use his whiskey to my advantage!

He is delighted. I hand him the glass & he asks me the obvious, “So, aren’t you married?” “I am, but he’s going to be gone for another few hours” I reply & casually grab his hand & lead him to the balcony. We sit outside. The balcony was set up with a small side table & 2 chairs that usually face away from the sliding door. I moved mine so I was going to be the main view. He was about 5-10, on the muscular side, short brown wavy hair & eyes. We begin talking & I am staring at him & “listening” but inside I’m just trying to get him to jump my bones! I grabbed some strawberries from the fridge & as he is telling me what he does for a living I am seductively inserting the strawberry in my mouth. I wrap my lips at the very tip & suck on it gently & quickly, then pull away & give it a quick lick, all the while looking him straight in his eyes (Thank you my cousin for the great tip!, LOL) I can see he is getting more nervous & notice his breathing getting heavier. He is obviously getting aroused so I turn up the heat so to speak. I ask him “You want some?” I ask & he responds, “I love strawberries?” I reply “Oh. OK. Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan I wasn’t talking about the strawberries. You want a strawberry, is that it? So I grab one, & lick the underside of the berry & place the opposite side on the edge of my lips. I then move towards him, grab his face with both my hands & offer him the strawberry. As I’m doing this I am moving over to him & straddle him.

Got him! We begin kissing right there. I am gyrating my hips on him trying to feel his cock but the angle of the seating wasn’t ideal so I stand up grab his arm & take him to my living room. I stand in front of the sofa & pull him into another kiss. I want to feel his erection on my body before I handle it. I do. I can feel he is rock hard. Just how I love it! I remove his tank top & my T-shirt. He grabs my face & we embrace while our tongues are swirling inside each others mouth. I can feel his muscular chest on my naked breasts & the sweat felt like we had lube on our bodies. I reach down to feel his erection. “Yummy.” I need to taste that rock hard dick RIGHT NOW! I kneel in front of him & I can see the outline of his cock under these very tight Lycra shorts he is wearing. It is so sexy. I begin gently nibbling his penis over the shorts. I I go back & forth from tip to tip. I grab his ass cheeks (great ass on him by the way) & squeeze him tight against my face. I feel droplets of sweat hit my forehead dripping down from his chest. He is breathing hard & heavy. I am soaking wet. I need to see his erection & taste him.

I lower his shorts & he kicks off his sneakers & socks. Here I am kneeling in front of my neighbor sporting a rockhard hardon in the middle of my marital home about to put him in my mouth. I was ecstatic. I grab his sweaty ass cheeks & wrap my lips over his raging hardon. It is salty. Pretty salty due to the sweat. There is a definite musky odor but it is not foul. I am devouring his cock. I slurp & suck it hard while bobbing my head up & down his shaft. He is grabbing my hair & grunting. He starts getting very vocal. I feel his ass cheeks tense up & he tells me he’s about to cum. “Where do you want me to cum?” he asks. I simply wink at him while I clamp down my mouth harder on his shaft. Sure enough he blasts my mouth with a very nice load of warm spunk! I keep sucking on it till he pulls away & laughing nervously saying his cock felt very sensitive now. “My turn” He blurts Beylikdüzü Escort out. He removes my shorts & asks me to turn around. He then bends me at the waist & slams his face in between my ass cheeks. He tries to spread my ass cheeks but his hands kept slipping due to the sweat & my cheeks would clamp down on his face.

He spreads my legs wider, arches my back & kneels down behind me & begins licking me up & down. WOW, never been sucked like this before. I was in my early twenties after all. He then stands me up kisses me & sits me on the sofa. He is semi hard. At this point in my marriage I had not yet fucked another guy. I had given plenty of guys head but had not fucked any yet. Not sure why I held off so long. Tonight was no different. He placed me on the edge of the sofa & began sucking my pussy. At first he was a bit too rough so I had to “instruct” him a bit & reign in his enthusiasm. Within a minute or two he was doing it quite well. I LOVE watching a man give me head! I made sure I was at the very edge of the sofa & grabbed his hair to push himself into my dripping wet pussy. I began gyrating my hips in a circular motion. I came to realize he was moaning and grunting as much as I was. This feeling of lust, control & taboo was too much for me. I tensed up, arched my back & could swear I spurted inside his mouth. We were both drenched in sweat. He collapsed beside me sporting another hardon. I wanted to ride him so bad but put him back inside my mouth.

He was speechless. He tells me that he had never met a woman that made him cum so hard & would swallow. I looked at him, smiled & responded ” And I’m going to swallow again, Papi!” I quickly take him in my mouth & begin sucking & licking. I played extra attention to his cockhead this time. I grabbed his dick & began licking the underside of his cockhead. His eyes were tightly closed & his mouth was wide open. His chest was heaving up & down. It seemed he was pushing me away with one hand & pulling me with the other! I was expecting him to last a nice long time so I could give him a prolonged & proper blow job but his legs outstretched beside me, his abs tightened & his hips exploded upward & thrusting his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged a bit as he exploded in my mouth once again. Awesome! I just milked a guy in my living room while my husband is out & about & not taking proper care of me!!

We got dressed & returned to the laundry room. He was really nervous. I assured him it was all good. I looked him straight in his eyes Gave him a wet kiss and said as seductively as I could “I need your number. I want you on a stand by so I can suck that dick of yours when I’m horny, mi Papichulo!” It worked. He was putty in my hands, LOL!

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Their first time, when Chandler wanted to go down on Sandra, she’d objected, said she was “ugly down there.”

“I know that’s something men do to please women,” she said, her clipped, mysterious accent, “But you don’t have to do that, really.”

And it was part of the game she was playing, or so Chandler assumed.

So he turned out the light, none of her alleged “ugly down there” visible now, and found his way between her thighs in the dark.

After some tentative exploration with the flat of his tongue, Sandra got up without saying anything, went to the bathroom and started showering. When Chandler followed, she was scrubbing between her legs with a bar of soap.”

“Hon, let’s face it it, that’s where I pee.”

Chandler took the soap and proceeded to lather her from head to foot, slow and calm. Then he’d shampooed her hair, rinsed, and finding that the instructions for the conditioner recommended leaving it in for several minutes, folded her in his wet arms and kissed her in the water and steam while the conditioner supposedly did its thing.

Then he turned the shower off and gently dried her with a big, starchy hotel towel; a different towel to wrap her hair in a turban. When he picked her up and carried her to the bed, it was as delicately as any bride over the threshold.

He lay beside her, face to face.

“Let’s get one thing perfectly clear,” he said. “You’re beautiful. I mean top to bottom. Fingers, toes, eyes, legs… The back of your knees… I mean, I don’t know if what you said is part of your act, but if you really, truly think there’s anything ugly about you, you’re mistaken. You’ve goofed. As smart as you are about so many things, this is one place where you’ve plainly got it wrong.”

This wasn’t flattery. He was being honest.

And after he’d kissed his way down her breasts, tummy, pudendum, her cool, soap-scented skin beneath his lips, the springy hair of her pussy tickling his cheeks, she’d let him plow the furrow of her sex with his tongue, shivered slightly when he grazed the hood of her clit.

Chandler continued, gradually drawing his tongue up over the little swelling, and when she responded with her hips moving and low moans and sharp intakes of breath, he took the chance of introducing his finger up inside her, started the steady, easy massage of that spongy, arching space inside, behind her belly.

She cooed like a dove before she came, wailed like a fire truck when she did, and ejaculated all over Chandler and the bed sheets.

Sandra.

Chandler had asked her name in the game and she’d responded with a train wreck of germanic consonants that Chandler would need to write down and practice before getting even close.

“You can just call me Sandra, if you like,” she said, winking, and Chandler got it.

“Sandra and Santa,” he said. “The Claus’s”

And Chandler found that he liked the game–the whole idea of an illicit affair with The Big Guy’s wife, an aura of naughty fun and no little mystery.

“When can I see you again?” he’d asked.

“Again?” she asked, somewhat startled.

“Well sure.” Chandler said. “I mean, if you want to, I’d love it.”

She appeared to ponder, then smiled at him.

“Well, you know, this time next year, of course.”

“What? Next Year?”

“Christmas Eve,” she said, and seeing Chandler’s confusion, took his cheeks between her fingertips, kissed his mouth and looked him in the eye to make sure he understood.

“That’s the way it is, Darling. This is the one night on your calendar where he and I are of this world, the one night we can be here sampling what it’s like to be… (She looked to one side as if searching, waived her arms in a slight juggling motion.) “Human.”

After a while, Chandler finally got the nerve to say, “Sandra, that’s crazy.”

She laughed. “I guess I’m crazy then. But only one night out of the year. The rest of the time I’m what you’d call ‘Fay.’ And she laughed again, told him she would be here at the Embassy Hotel, the following year. She’d love to see him again, if he was up for it. (Pun intended.)

“By the way,” she said, dressing, collecting her purse, slipping into her (certainly real) fur coat, “I’ve always wanted to try smoking. I mean so many people still do it, regardless of how bad it is for them. I’ve always wondered what the appeal might be.”

Later that week, or perhaps the week following, Chandler looked it up. “Fay” is one of those delightful words that has been around long enough to morph several accepted spellings and just as many meanings, and one incarnation of the word was indeed synonymous with insanity.

Another one had to do with fairies and elves.

Chandler sat at his computer and laughed. In the adjoining office, his admin, Doris, overheard and asked, “What’s so funny?”

“She either wants me to think she’s nuts or a pixie.”

Doris, who had no idea what Chandler was talking about, cleared her throat loudly and went back to work.

The second time, and Chandler’s Escort Bayan Bahçeşehir financial affairs had flourished that year, earned him the right to consider his time valuable, but there he was on Christmas Eve with an unopened pack of Marlburoughs and a gold plated lighter on the table, ready to wait in the bar of The Embassy Hotel, ready to sit there looking foolish all night, ready to be pathetic should she never show.

Chandler waiting, wondering, the minutes passing…

Then heads turned, conversations lulled. The bartender stood up straighter and broadened his shoulders. There she was walking through the room in her Gaultier blouse, Gucci leathers, her Gabriel Hounds jeans, seemingly (but not) oblivious to the tidal effect she had on the room’s attention.

“Hey Handsome,” she said, sliding into the opposite side of the the booth, the booth that will be “theirs” as long as they do this.

“You made it,” Chandler said, no attempt to hide his relief.

“And you did too,” she said smiling. “I want you to know I really appreciate that. I know time is different for you.”

Chandler squinted his eyes and furrowed his brow, and Sandra saw his confusion.

“Well,” Sandra went on, “time’s kind of like a tyrant for you, isn’t it? Greedy despot that needs to be obeyed? For my kind, however, it’s more an elected official that can be bribed. I mean think about it. How else would my husband get all over the world in one night?”

Ah, Chandler thought. Wake up Watson, the game’s afoot. She wants to pick up where we left off last year. “Sandra Claus” it is, then.

Was that the year she asserted she could close her eyes, concentrate, and actually envision where her mythical husband was? “See” what he was doing at any given moment?

“Do it,” Chandler said, and there in their booth, she sighed, shrugged and closed her eyes. A moment or two later she flinched slightly, the way you do on a subway train that suddenly lurches. Then she shook her head, looked exasperated.

“What?” Chandler asked.

“This house in Germany,” she said. “He’s just got there. There’s this chubby hausfrau and her daughter on their backs, laying on the kitchen table… They’re both nude, giggling. Legs up in the air.”

She opened her eyes, saw Chandler’s look and said, “What? You thought it was milk and cookies all night?”

Chandler still just stared.

“Oh please, Hon. He’s been doing these rounds for thousands of years. This isn’t the first time he’s stumbled into some mother-daughter action, believe me.

Chandler laughed. “You actually had me going there.”

Sandra smiled. “What? Going? You find it arousing, do you?”

Chandler let that pass. Just to have something to say he said “God, I sure hope the husband doesn’t show up with a shotgun or something. Imagine what a catastrophe that would be for Christmas.”

“Oh no,” Sandra rejoined. “The husband was there. And it wasn’t a shotgun, it was a bottle of schnapps. He was sitting there naked, big grin, stroking his knobby hard on and urging them on.”

Chandler laughed again, but then thought of something errantly funny and stopped short.

“Oh my god, Sandra!” he urged, his tone theatric. “Please don’t tell me Santa Claus goes both ways! PLEASE DON’T!”

“Sweetie, believe me, if there was a third way, he’d be all over that too. Horny bastard.”

Later that evening, in their room, she wanted to fuck outside, on the balcony. They did it despite the chill of Bay Area December (that Sandra seemed not to notice anyway), despite their balcony overlooking the area around the swimming pool.

Below them, in fact, several people walked through the courtyard, people who could look up at any moment and see Sandra bent over the railing, her breasts dancing back and forth to the rhythm of Chandler’s thrusting into her from behind.

Indeed, how is it that none of these bystanders heard the repeated, bouncy “plop, plop” of Chandler’s groin playing a drumbeat on Sandra’s ass? Chandler himself heard it echoing around the courtyard.

Then Chandler was grateful to be in bed, warm under a blanket, Sandra backed into his arms, and she lay on her side and admitted Chandler from behind. They spooned.

And for a while Sandra twisted her head to kiss Chandler on the lips, and it was delightfully awkward, but then she gave this up, sunk into the trance of it, the pleasure of Chandler’s cock massaging her insides, the bonus of him reaching around to fondle her breasts, strum the wet explosive of her clit .

Chandler, without stopping, saw Sandra in the mirror on the wall over the dresser, opposite the bed, and noticed something familiar about her expression. He played his hunch.

“Where is he now?” he whispered into her ear, his breath haggard as he plumbed Sandra’s cunt without missing a beat.

She didn’t respond.

“Where?” He insisted.

“New Zealand,” she said, clipped and breathless. “Hospital. Night shift nurse. She’s…

“Yes?” İstanbul Escort Chandler insisted.

He’s got something up her ass… She’s wanted… wanted it that way for… for… but… afraid to ask her boyfriend and… and my husband knows… knows everything and… Oh… Oh, Chandler, I’m going to…”

And when Chandler felt her shudder, felt the the spasms of her vagina tight, warm and wet around his rod, that’s when he let himself go.

Another time she’d said, “Chandler, show me porn,” and he’d shrugged his shoulders, arrowed through the bewildering menu of smut titles on the hotel TV and defaulted on something about vacationing couples switching partners south of the border.

Sandra sat on the lower edge of the bed, watching intently, and then came to Chandler to imitate how an actress on TV performed felatio.

“Yes?” she asked, letting Chandler’s erection plop out of her mouth momentarily.

“Yes,” Chandler said.

And she watched how the actress sucked, used her hand the way the actress did, looked up to make eye contact the way the actress did, and Chandler found it just so awkwardly endearing that when the actor on TV grabbed the actress roughly by the hair and just fucked her mouth with wild abandon, Chandler did the same, quickly shooting his load all over and in Sandra’s mouth, and Sandra was jubilant, giggling, just so happy to be owner of Chandler’s pleasure.

That same evening, she’d gotten out of bed, turned her back on the large mirror over the dresser, parted the cheeks of her bottom with both hands and examining first the action on TV, then the brown coin of her sphincter, asked “Do you want me like that?”

“It hurts at first,” Chandler cautioned.

“She doesn’t seem to mind.”

“She’s being paid not to mind, Darling. And she’s probably used to it.”

Sandra took a moment or two and then smiled at Chandler lasciviously.

“Alright,” Chandler said. “Come over here, you naughty girl. You’ve got an adventurous spirit, don’t you?”

“You bring it out.”

“Lucky me.”

With some hotel conditioner as lubricant, he introduced himself into her gently as she lay flat on her stomach. Too gently perhaps, for after a while he sensed (incorrectly) that she was bored.

“Tell me how it feels,” he asked.

“Full,” she said, her voice husky and low.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes.”

“Like this?”

“No, harder. Deeper. Yes. Oh God like that, yes.

Yessssss.”

And after a while Chandler said “Get up on your knees now,” and she loved it, her velvety rump up in the air, the taboo offering of her asshole ripe to be conquered. Chandler told her to squeeze her rectum tight around his cock, and when she came she made noises Chandler had never heard from any woman before, and so fucking loud Chandler worried about the neighbors.

That year, Chandler had the opportunity to go to a Superbowl. He sat in a private box with a well-known actor and his daughter. The actor was publishing his memoirs and mentioned a publishing exec who was having issues with a trust fund she’d inherited.

“Kaitlyn DeBallardier,” the actor said, relishing the woman’s last name in melodic tones. “Marvelous girl. Makes me wish I was younger.”

It wasn’t a good moment for business–Chandler’s team had gained their narrow lead by dumb luck and seemed bent on squandering it in useless penalties–but to be polite, Chandler gave the actor his card.

“Tell her I’d be more than happy to talk about it.”

DeBallardier, Chandler thought, and imagined her with wealthy French ancestors; a congressman in the family; her bank account probably sweating enough interest to support her comfortably but she kept this publishing job just to fill the void.

“Kate,” she said, a week later, over the phone. “When I was little, I used to plead with Mom and Dad to shorten our last name to Ballard. None of my friends could pronounce it without going into a kind of seizure.”

And it was remarkable, the way you could “hear” her smiling over the phone.

“No,” Chandler said. “It’s beautiful. Very distinctive.”

“Sure. Say it five times as fast as you can without getting tongue tied. I dare you.”

Her trust fund, inherited from an aunt, didn’t mature for two years. Meanwhile, she wanted to help bankroll her niece’s education at Michigan State. Chandler ran some numbers, but found himself reluctant to offer Kate the mundane rates he could find for everyone else. Not that he would waive his fee, or anything.

“Let me make some phone calls,” he said.

Later that month, on a private charter out of Connecticut, he met Keith Richard of The Rolling Stones. Surprisingly nice guy. He diagramed the guitar chords for Brown Sugar on the back of a napkin, gave it to Chandler.

“It’s more attitude than skill, Mate. There’s only so many places to go with a guitar, anyway.”

Chandler talked finances with Keith’s wife, Patti Hansen, gave her his card.

The beginning Escort İstanbul of April: Kaitlyn called. She was in San Francisco for a convention. She wanted to thank him for the tidy deal he’d worked on her business and take him out to lunch. Chandler thoroughly enjoyed this and offered to show her some of the local sites.

They kissed for the first time amidst a crowd of tourists at the base of Coit Tower.

June brought another war–The Government’s spurious compulsion to spread democracy by invading foreign countries. Chandler read the news and discussed it at length with his colleagues, all of whom seemed mostly disinterested.

Frustrated, he called Kaitlyn and found she had an admin whose son was in The Marines.

“I’ve started praying for her and her son,” Kaitlyn admitted. “I mean, I’m not all that religious most of the time, but I see the look on her face and I think about her son, and I’m thinking, “Dear God, please don’t let anything happen to him.”

Wars and prayers notwithstanding, Chandler found himself thinking about Coit Tower.

Christmas Eve: Chandler brought an illustrated copy of The Kama Sutra, and they laughed while trying to mimic the weirdest of the positions.

Needless to say, Sandra enjoyed “lower congress.”

Chandler found “Upper Union” intriguing (the soles of his feet supporting hers–surprisingly erotic), and “The Sporting of The Swan,” The sight of Sandra’s gorgeous bottom bouncing up and down on his cock.

“Isn’t ‘The Leaning Position’ supposed to be a joke? Comic relief?” Sandra wondered.

Chandler agreed. “Vatsyayana clearly had a sense of humor.”

He could see “The Bond Of The Tiger” intrigued her though. He cheated some by supporting the small of his back on an ottoman, then assumed the upside-down “U” position–his head and feet on the floor, his thighs and cock at the top of the arch. Sandra straddled, mounted, impaled herself on Chandler’s erection, and began to ride vigorously, alternately grinding and bouncing on the saddle of Chandler’s hips.

“I think I like Vatsyayana,” Sandra said, squirming to and fro with her cunt full of Chandler. “I do, I do, I do…”

She came this way quite easily, and then let back-aching Chandler lay on the bed while she sucked him off. Then they rested and Sandra leafed through the book until she saw illustrations of men with multiple women, women with multiple men, and asked if Chandler ever thought about bringing some one else to their room.

“No,” Chandler said, quite honestly.

“Really? Sandra asked. “Why not?”

After they discussed it more, Chandler admitted he’d be uncomfortable with another man in the room, and they settled quickly on the prospect of feminine company for the next year.

That year, a former President passed away. Chandler had always respected him, but never voted for him. Philosophical differences.

A famous, exceedingly wealthy actress got arrested for shoplifting. Chandler advised her lawyers which assets to liquidate for their fees.

“This hasn’t hit the press yet,” Chandler told Kaitlyn, over the phone, “So if I tell you who it is, promise to keep it under your hat.”

“Hon,” She said, giggling. You know I don’t wear a hat, but tell me anyway.”

That was the night Chandler hung up the phone wishing he’d asked Kaitlyn to touch herself for him. When she called back that same evening, saying she couldn’t sleep, Chandler confessed.

“I’ve a slight confession of my own,” Kaitlyn countered. “For the last hour or so, I’ve been one step ahead of you in that regard.”

Kaitlyn flew out again to sew up an autobiography contract with a famous, retired film director turned vintner. Chandler was pleasantly surprised when she side-stepped a hotel and accepted his offer to stay in his guest room. Dinner with Director and his wife went well, and by way of celebration, Chandler took Kaitlyn to see Wicked at The Geary.

Later, at home, he told her about Keith Richard and played the intro to Brown Sugar on his acoustic. Later still, he took her to his bedroom and made love to her for the first time.

Fucking Kaitlyn, Chandler felt like Columbus discovering the new world, Cortez conquering the Aztecs. This was how Edison felt turning on the first light bulb. Yes, he’d hungered for Kaitlyn in the most painful and profound ways for so long and somehow been unaware of it.

But even as Ms. DeBallardier slept in his bed, he was exploring internet communities devoted to open sexuality, on the prowl for a partner for Sandra and he.

No, the notion of asking Kaitlyn never crossed his mind, even as he became frustrated with the handful of women online who expressed tentative interest but required pictures of Sandra that Chandler didn’t have.

Then one of the aforementioned ladies blatantly asked if Chandler was willing to pay for it and it dawned on Chandler that he was. Not with that lady in particular, but certainly with someone else.

Days later, He reluctantly saw Kaitlyn off at S.F. International. In line to board the plane, she turned, smiled, waived and held her thumb and little finger up to one ear and mouthed the words “Call me.” Then she moved on a little more, stopped again, turned with an expression that somehow bordered every emotion you can think of, and mouthed the words I love you.

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Phil quickly learned what everyone else in the neighbourhood already knew. He’d just moved in next door to a goddess, a real-life professional model. She was friendly, older (well older than his 18 years) and drove a Mustang. The only thing better than seeing her heading out for a run in her compression pants and crop top were the days when she washed that car.

Lawn mowing turned out to be his first step toward friendship with Ellie. There was no fence separating the front yards of their respective houses so when he was cutting his father’s lawn he offered to cut hers as well. Ellie had been glad to have Phil cut her lawn and even offered to pay for the privilege. He would have done it for free, but hey, why turn down the money?

Phil was cautious despite the urging of his friends. They all seemed to think he had an obligation to try and live out their fantasies just because he lived next door. Some of their suggestions were downright ridiculous whilst others, like breaking in and installing cameras were both laughable and criminal.

That’s not to say that he didn’t think about it. He was almost as obsessed as they were. The fact that he was actually able to hold a conversation with her kept him from trying anything silly. He didn’t want to forfeit that for some random act of stupidity and instant gratification.

In the end it was the panties that unraveled him. His friend Stan had suggested that if he could steal some off her washing line that he’d pay twenty bucks for them. Phil laughed and told him to fuck off, but the thought stuck with him.

It stuck with him enough that the next time he was mowing her lawn he did something he’d never thought he’d do.

~~~~~~~

Phil pushed the mower down the last stretch of Ellie’s back yard lawn. He noticed the clothes Line. It was in the sun on the far side of the house from his and some of Ellie’s clothes were hung out to dry. His teenage eyes immediately picked out the underwear amongst the wash.

He glanced around the yard nervously. No one could see him. Ellie had gone out for a run when he’d started mowing. He stepped up to the line, letting the mower die. The sudden absence of the engine noise was startling. Nervously, his heart beating rapidly, he ran his finger over a bra. He pulled the strap down to read the tag. 34D. Victoria’s Secret it proclaimed and just touching it had his cock stiff as an iron rod. There were a couple of panties hanging on the line too. Two were thongs (one lacy, one cotton) and the third was a cotton bikini cut. He fingered them all, even running his finger through the crotch, imagining where it had been and how wonderful it might be to touch her there.

“Was that a noise?”

His heart raced faster and guiltily he quickly restarted the mower and finished the lawn.

“That looks so much better!” Ellie said as he was pushing the mower toward his house.

“It was no trouble,” Phil replied, his eyes straining to meet hers rather than survey the sight of her in her running gear.

Ellie followed him down the side of the house. She took a pair of twenty dollar bills from her purse and handed them to Phil.

“Thanks for doing the lawn, it looks as good as usual.”

“No worries, I’ll come over and do them again in a couple of weeks.”

“Excellent, thanks again.”

~~~~~~~

That night Phil lay in his room thinking about the panties he’d seen on the clothes line. He thought about what Ellie’s pussy and tits might look like. He was rock hard and masturbated, imagining just how hot his neighbour must look naked.

~~~~~~~

The next time he was mowing the lawn, Phil once again came face to face with Ellie’s underwear. Phil couldn’t help himself. He checked out the panties that were hanging on the line and removed a thong. It was pink cotton with white polka dots. He quickly shoved it in his pocket, dropped the peg back into the bucket that dangled from the line and went back to mowing the lawn.

When Ellie returned, he was worried that she would somehow know what he had done. He got away with it though.

That night, alone in his room, he wrapped the thong around his cock and wanked. When he came, he used the thong to catch his load.

~~~~~~~

Ellie pulled the washing in after Phil had gone home with the lawn mower. She smiled as she did so. He was a good kid. She was happier giving him the money and helping him out rather than having some stranger with a business do it. Besides, he was cute. She enjoyed the way he looked when he pushed the mower back and forth across the yard. She made sure that she wasn’t always out when he did it. She’d even had a few guilty fantasies about being the older woman who took the young guy’s virginity. He wasn’t cut like someone who got stuck into weights, but he was naturally athletic and a bit taller than her 5’9″. She’d certainly enjoyed the way his sweaty t-shirt had clung to him when he’d been mowing the lawn. His dark hair was just a bit long and a little curly; it off-set his piercing blue Escort Bayan Esenyurt eyes. Those eyes and his nicely cut jaw-bone really worked for him.

As she folded the washing something seemed to be missing. She was sure that she’d hung out the thong that matched her pink bra. She shook her head, putting it down to the Washing Machine Gods that stole single socks and random bits of underwear. It was only a small thong after all and easily misplaced.

~~~~~~~

Toward the end of the week, after masturbating with the same thong every day, Phil found it was starting to lose some of its appeal. It wasn’t quite enough. He wanted more. He was thinking about the black cotton bikini that he’d seen and wished that he’d taken that as well. He did worry that Ellie would notice if her underwear collection were suddenly halved though.

He wished the lawn would grow quicker.

~~~~~~~

The mower grumbled to a stop. Once again Phil quickly headed for the washing line. Jackpot! There was more underwear. This time he snagged a blue cotton bikini decorated with little green hearts and a blue and white horizontally striped thong. It must have been a big wash load; there were still five other pairs of panties on the line.

As soon as he’d finished mowing he headed back home, showered and headed for his room. He grabbed the blue and white thong and rubbed it up and down his cock. Not much later it was as full of his seed as his head was of thoughts of Ellie.

~~~~~~~

This time Ellie wasn’t imagining it. There was definitely underwear missing. Would someone really be stealing from her line? It wouldn’t be that surprising, she sighed. It was one of the risks of being the model in the neighbourhood.

She decided to find out who could be stealing her underwear. She set up a camera to watch the line. It was out of sight, in the corner of the laundry window and wouldn’t be visible to a casual observer who was focused on her washing.

~~~~~~~

“Hey Phil guess what?” Ellie called out to him happily one Saturday morning.

“I have no idea,” Phil replied.

“I bought a puppy! You should come and meet her.”

“Sure,” Phil smiled.

Ellie led him into her house. He tried not to appear as excited as he really felt. For the first time he was being asked inside Ellie’s house. He gazed about desperately. He was inside a model’s house! It was spotlessly clean and the décor was modern and chic compared to the mundane stuff that his parents had and there was some nice artwork on the walls. Other than that though, there was a disappointing lack of anything that shouted that a model lived there.

When they reached the living room Ellie opened a little gate that she’d put up and was enthusiastically greeted by a little terrier pup, wagging its tail like its life depended on it.

“This is Missy,” Ellie told him, picking up the little dog and hugging it as she introduced her to Phil.

“She’s gorgeous!” Phil said, offering his hand for the pup to sniff before ruffling its head affectionately.

“She is!” Ellie laughed, returning her to the floor. The puppy sniffed around their feet and played happily.

“So I have a favour to ask if you don’t mind?” Ellie asked Phil.

“Sure, name it.”

“Well I have to travel around quite a bit for work, so buying a puppy was kind of self-indulgent and quite possibly silly of me. When I saw her I just had to take her home though. I did worry that I’d not be able to look after her properly, but then I realised that I had this wonderful guy living next door who would quite possibly be kind enough to look after her when I had to travel?”

“Damn, I didn’t realise that you were so close to the Pinkerings,” Phil replied with a sigh. “If you’d asked me I would have said yes in a heartbeat!”

Ellie gave his shoulder a playful shove.

“Old man Pinkering is not the wonderful guy I had in mind you idiot,” she laughed.

“Oh so I’m wonderful?” Phil asked with feigned innocence.

“Maybe, but I could just be buttering you up so that you’ll do it.”

“Well I have a pretty busy schedule, but I think I could possibly add a couple of doggy visits in if you’re desperate.”

“That would be awesome, thanks so much Phil,” Ellie gushed, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.

Phil nearly swooned. She’d kissed him. Sure she had barely brushed her lips against his cheek, but being that close, wow. Her hair smelt wonderful as she came in close and even the brush of her lips seemed to leave an indelible impression. He had to wait for a moment before adjusting his crotch when she wasn’t looking.

Ellie offered him a drink and they sat in her kitchen chatting while Missy played around on the floor or snuggled on Ellie’s lap. Phil would have been jealous of the dog if he hadn’t been overjoyed to simply be sitting and having a drink with Ellie.

“Thanks again, I’ll let you know when I need you,” Ellie said at the front door when she saw him out.

Her Escort Bayan Avcılar hand rested briefly on his forearm as she said goodbye. Phil wanted desperately to lean in and give her a goodbye kiss, just a peck on the cheek but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

~~~~~~~

Ellie lay in bed in the hotel room, bored. She wondered how Missy was getting on. She already missed her little puppy and was glad that Phil was there to look after her. She knew that he’d give her the love and attention that she deserved.

She thought more about the sweet young kid next door. She pictured his face, his lean body. She remembered his smile. She thought about the way he would look at her. It was a hungry look, but not lecherous. He tried so hard not to be the kid who perved and stared at her tits all the time, but he was only 18.

“And I do have amazing tits,” she thought to herself, chuckling.

For some reason she liked it. It wasn’t like a stranger checking her out and for all his peeking, he never tried anything, just looked.

The more she thought about the way he looked at her, the hornier she got. Minutes later her panties had been cast aside and her fingers were teasing her clit. They dipped down between her lips and smothered the juice they found back over her little love button.

Her nipples tightened and her body came alive as she masturbated.

The whole time she thought about Phil. She indulged in a fantasy where she’d cook him dinner and she’d get a little tipsy, maybe even pretend to get a little tipsier than she actually would. She’d stumble into him, crush her breasts against him, steady herself with a hand on his crotch … end up in bed.

“Oh Phil!” She cried out when she came.

She climbed into bed and slept.

“What a naughty, delicious little fantasy!” she thought as she dozed off.

~~~~~~~

Ellie watched the footage from the camera she’d set up to monitor her washing line. She nearly died of shock when Phil came into view and took a thong from the line.

“What the fuck!?”

She was crushed, her trust betrayed. How the hell would she deal with this? Did she confront him? Part of her wanted to just storm over to his house and tell him exactly what she thought. She fumed for hours before she was calm enough to consider alternatives. Rational thought came slowly, but when it did, she tried to come at the problem from a different perspective.

Phil was a really nice kid. He was also only a teenager. He probably hadn’t thought about just how much of an invasion of privacy and trust that this would be to her.

As a model she’d been worried about stalkers before, but so far had managed to avoid any real trouble. Phil didn’t seem like a stalker. He didn’t go out of his way to annoy her or anything, but this simply wasn’t acceptable.

Eventually she decided to try and find out what was going on before it got too far. At the risk of crushing the boy, she had to make sure that she was ok first. She had to go away for a few days and decided that she’d address it before she left. She’d invite him over to discuss looking after Missy again and find a way to broach the subject.

“So you’re all good with everything for Missy?” she asked.

“Yeah of course, Missy and I get along great,” he smiled.

In the back of her mind she kept thinking, “He’s stealing my panties!” but he was so normal it was hard to broach.

“Phil, there’s something I have to ask,” She eventually managed.

The worried look on his face was like an announcement.

“It’s not easy and it’s a bit embarrassing, but well, have you um, been stealing my panties?”

If he’d looked worried before, he instantly looked mortified. His face flushed a brighter red than Ellie would have thought possible and he didn’t know where to look. He tried to say something and then burst into tears. It was admission enough. He looked ready to flee the room.

“Wait, stay Phil, I need to talk to you about this,” Ellie insisted.

Phil hesitated, then sat down, struggling to meet her gaze.

“I’m sorry,” was the first thing that he managed to squeak out. It was barely audible.

“Ok, well that’s a good start,” Ellie assured him. “Can I ask why?”

Phil took a few moments to get some small measure of composure. He met Ellie’s gaze, thought a bit longer and then started talking. It came out in a flood of words. “It was silly really. I have a friend and when he found out I lived next door to you he went on and on and on about how amazingly hot you are and about how every man and boy in the neighbourhood wished they could claim you as a date or girlfriend.”

Ellie looked worried. Had Phil been giving her underwear away … or worse, selling it?!

“I’ve kind of had a crush on you since the first day we met,” Phil sighed. “That first day when I mowed your lawn, there were panties on your line. It wasn’t long after my conversation with Stan. You are such a goddess and the thought Escort Bayan Beylikdüzü that you had worn the panties … I dunno, it excited me. I just wanted to touch them. Fuck, this is so embarrassing.”

“What did you do with them Phil?” Ellie asked nervously, her mind spinning as she pondered his possible responses.

“I took them home … and um,”

Ellie had to prompt him several times to get him to continue.

“Shit. Ok, I masturbated with them.”

Phil looked crushed by the admission. Ellie was almost relieved. She’d started to fear that there was a network of perverts trading her underwear.

“Anything else?”

“No that’s it, I just … well I just used them to fuel the fantasy of what it might be like to have someone as amazing as you as a girlfriend. I’m so so sorry. I promise I’ll never do anything like it again. Shit, I guess you can’t trust me now.”

“You have to understand how this looks from my perspective,” Ellie said. “Beyond the invasion of my privacy, it’s pretty freaking out there. Look, I think you’re a good kid. You’re sweet and you’re nice, everything that a girl could look for in a boyfriend. And hell, I was a teenager once too you know. I did some pretty silly things. I don’t want to ruin your life over this, but trust takes time to establish and seconds to destroy.”

“Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to extend you my trust again. Missy loves you and other than this thing, I haven’t seen any evidence that you’ve done anything irresponsible … at least that I know of …”

Phil assured her that he hadn’t. The look of hope on his face spoke volumes about how much he realised he’d fucked up. It reaffirmed that she might be doing the right thing.

“So, tomorrow, I go away, you look after Missy and you stay out of my underwear ok? I mean, when I say out of, don’t go pinching my washing or wandering into my bedroom or anything creepy! If you can’t tell your mother you did it, then you shouldn’t do it! Clear rules?”

“Super clear,” Phil said, relieved, embarrassed even amazed that he wasn’t being thrown out on his arse or reported.

“Right then, let’s work on forgetting this ever happened ok?”

Phil left and went home and hid out in his room. He couldn’t believe he’d been busted. He hadn’t even thought to ask how she had found out. He pulled out the yellow thong that he still had hidden in the back of his wardrobe and stared at it. He should throw it out. He certainly couldn’t give it back. He’d snuck the other pairs back here and there when he visited Missy, but now he felt that he couldn’t. She’d probably missed it and now when she saw it she’d know exactly what he’d been doing with it. He hid it again, not quite able to let go of his last trophy.

~~~~~~~

Ellie was awake in her hotel room, thinking about the conversation with Phil. Even though she should be outraged, she thought she really had done the right thing. She couldn’t get out of her mind the fact that he’d been using her panties to masturbate. Even though she’d done some underwear modeling, she’d never really thought about the underwear itself being erotic. She assumed guys found it erotic because it looked so good on the actual object of their desire — the woman wearing it.

She struggled to sleep. She kept thinking about Phil masturbating with her underwear. The more she thought about it, the more she wondered exactly what he did. Did he just cum in it? Did he wrap it around his cock? Maybe he did really put it on.

She was strangely aroused.

“Must be something about it being so kinky,” she thought to herself.

She thought about her last trip away, about her fantasy. She’d masturbated and she’d been thinking about Phil. She’d been fantasizing that she’d been his first. She was rubbing herself again. Her nipples were aching and she could feel a wet spot in her panties.

Damn.

She did it again.

She thought about it a lot on her way home.

~~~~~~~

“How was Missy?” Ellie asked Phil after her trip away.

“She was fine, though she definitely seems happier now that you’re back,” he told her. Ellie noted that he was being very reserved and clearly wasn’t sure where he stood. She kept having flashes of her fantasy in her mind. She didn’t consciously pursue them but she couldn’t sahke them either. Maybe it was just the right time of her cycle or something, but for whatever reason, Ellie was getting horny.

“Phil, come with me for a minute,” she said, leading him to her bedroom.

Phil followed her even more nervously than when he’d entered her house for the first time.

“I want you to do something for me.”

“Um, what?” Phil asked.

“I want you to show me how you masturbate with my panties.”

Phil just stared at her. Had she really just asked him that?

“You’re just fucking with my head right?”

Ellie laughed.

“No, I’m curious. I don’t know what you do. I want to see what you did with my panties when you stole them.”

“Shit.”

“No?” she asked, actually seeming disappointed.

“Well not no, just shit. I’ve um never done it in front of a girl before? I mean I’ve never even done it with anyone’s panties but yours and certainly not in front of anyone. It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Ok,” Ellie said pensively. “Do you want to tell me how you do it first?”

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I hate off-season workouts. I hate them with a passion. I mean, I know I have to stay in shape even when the team isn’t playing, but that doesn’t mean it’s a whole lot of fun. Trying to stay on a team when you’re my age is tough. All these young kids figure they can come on in and kick the old man’s ass. The only way to keep it from getting kicked is to be in better shape than they are and use your smarts to beat their youth.

And smarts is where it’s at. You don’t have time to think about things. You just have to react and make the right moves when the openings present themselves. Of course that goes for everything in life, and what happened recently made me hate off-season workouts a whole lot less.

I’ve been with the team since they’ve been around, and that’s a pretty long time. After nearly 15 years, I’m the next thing to a coach, so when the off-season comes around I can work out whenever I want since I have my own set of keys to the place. I can come in during evenings and do the things I need to do to keep my aging body from collapsing once the season gets here.

That night I had just finished a really punishing upper body workout. Curls, chest press, butterfly, the whole nine yards. I was totally wasted out, sitting there wearing nothing but compression shorts and sweat when I heard the door to the locker room open up. I looked up to see who the hell would walk in this time of night. Wouldn’t be anyone from the front office, since 9-to-5 is their deal in the offseason.

And it wasn’t. This woman walked through the door, carrying a notebook, a small tape recorder and a digital camera. I still have manners, so I stood up as she walked through the door. She was on the short side, but not little, built like I like ’em. You know, nice tits, not some skinny little thing but a woman that looks like a woman. And even better, she was about my age. The young ones look good, but they’re a waste of time, since they can’t carry on a conversation and likely couldn’t carry on much else when it comes down to it.

Ah, the reporter’s notebook. Great. I hate dealing with print types, since they ask the dumbest damned questions, and keep asking ’em over and over, then they misquote you when they write their piece for the paper. On the other hand, she looked way better than the usual run of print weenies we see during the season. I liked her auburn hair, and the confident way she walked, and oh yeah, nice rack. Just being up front here. She certainly was.

She came up to me an introduced herself as a writer for a website that I’d never heard of. “We’re trying to break through the noise by being a little edgy,” she said. “In fact, womenontheedge.com is about women looking for new and exciting things. I have to be honest. I’m trying to break through and get a more prominent role, and I immediately thought of you.”

That had me confused. “How in the world am I on the edgy side of things?” I asked. “I mean, I’m not exactly a kid here. I’m in my 40’s playing on a minor league indoor football team. I’m not exactly pinup material. We’re talking a gray-hair playing football here. How’s that going to get women excited?”

“That’s my job to create the excitement,” she said. “You underestimate yourself. You’ve become an institution in this town, and it’s a tough town to bond with. You’re good at what you do, and you’re better looking than you give yourself credit for.” She smiled.

Oho, I thought. The game’s afoot, to misquote Sherlock Holmes. I realized that this could get interesting before it was all said and done. “Okay, we’ll see where this goes. Yeah, I’ve been around a while and I’m pretty good at what I do, and I’ve been doing it in the same place for a very long time. Fire away.”

She sat on one of the benches, so I sat on the same bench facing her. She started the recorder, set it down, then got out a pen and opened the note pad. “First off, why are you still playing after all of these years? Football of any kind really takes a toll on the body, and you’re still going pretty strong, and the body seems to be in pretty good shape.”

“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself,” I said with an eyebrow wiggle. She just gave a half-smile, but I could tell my remark had the desired effect. “Listen, to play the game this long means you have to love it. It’s in my blood. And quite frankly, I have the perfect body type to play interior defensive line.”

“How’s that?” she asked. “You’re big but not all that tall.”

“When you’re filling the inside hole on the run, height can be a disadvantage. It’s about leverage. Too big doesn’t work. What you need to fill it up inside the line is girth. I’m wide and strong and that’s what fills the holes on defense. When I play inside, that’s what I’m there for, to fill the hole properly to get the job done.”

She bit her upper lip slightly while she took notes. I could have sworn she was sneaking a peak at my compression shorts. If she was, she could tell that I was getting somewhat interested in our conversation and whatnot. Especially the whatnot.

“That sex hikayeleri makes perfect sense to me, and I’m not all that up on football.” She paused. “Next question. You’ve been a starter here most of the time you’ve been with the team, but not the whole time. Tell me about how you got your job back a couple of years ago.”

“This could take a while. You can tell I just got done working out with weights, right?” She nodded. “You might wonder why I pump so much iron when the season is still four months away. Here’s why.

“I started getting complacent about five years ago. I’d been starting for so long I was taking things for granted and started slacking off. I felt like I was still doing a good job and going strong, so I wasn’t doing all the things I’d done in the past to make sure that the job was mine. The team was struggling a bit, and things weren’t going that well, but I wasn’t paying attention to that. I was in my own little world.

“That’s when they signed someone that played my spot. He was completely different from me, taller and not as big. He talked a good game, and sure looked good physically. But he was what we call a shells player. Looking good in helmet and shorts is one thing. Looking good in full pads and in the game is a whole ‘nother deal.

“Like I said, he talked a good game. He was a big-time bullshitter as a matter of fact, and wound up weaseling his way into the lineup and getting some of the snaps I should have been getting. I had been struggling a little bit, so there he was taking advantage of that fact. Seeing him out there was like a knife in my heart. That was my spot he was trying to take.

“Only thing was, he was struggling even more than I was, but the coach didn’t see it that way. He’d gone out on a limb to sign this guy, so he got more and more reps and snaps than I did, and before you knew it, he was in a position to take my job away completely.

“Oh man, was that a wake-up call. I realized how much I had been slacking off and that forced me to take a look at myself. I didn’t like what I saw. I’d gotten fat and lazy, and at that point I vowed never to let that happen again.

“So I hit the weight room, renewed my commitment to the team and to playing the game like I should, and I called him out in practice. And guess what? He folded like a cheap tent. He couldn’t stand the pressure, couldn’t stand the competition. But it took a while for the coach to see it.

“Then I got my break. He’d been talking smack, but let loose a little tidbit and I did some research. Turned out he’d jumped a contract with a team in another league. It wasn’t much of a team, and the situation here was a whole lot better for him, but under league rules he wasn’t eligible to play. Once I let the coach know, that piece of shit was gone. Jumped on his motorcycle and got the hell out of town as fast as he could go.

“He wound up costing the team big time. They didn’t have to pay compensation to his old team. They were so desperate they took him back without question. But there was a fan backlash to what had almost happened to me. I got an apology and a big thank you from the coach for hanging in there and letting him know the real score, and that was good enough for me.

“Since then, I realized that the only reason I was challenged was that I got lazy and made damn sure it wouldn’t happen again. So that’s why I’m working like a dog four months from the opening of training camp. There is no off-season anymore, not for me.”

“Okay then, does the tattoo on your chest have something to do with it?” she asked. She reached out and touched it, running her hand down the length of the artwork which surprised the hell out of me. Not that I was complaining. It sure got my attention. “It’s really nice, certainly colorful. Let me get a picture of it.” She leaned back and took a couple of shots of my chest as I talked.

“Thanks. It’s a phoenix rising from the ashes, as you can see. And you can feel that the artist did a really good job on it. I figured that my close call needed to be commemorated, so every time I looked in a mirror after getting undressed I’m reminded that I need to be on my toes all day, every day to preserve my position. It’s my only tat. I figured if I’m going to get one, it’s going to mean something.” I paused.

“I can also tell you it hurt like hell. Three hours of being rubbed with 100 grit sandpaper is a good description.”

“Oh, I know exactly what you mean. Getting a tattoo can really hurt.” I took another look at her. She was wearing a Henley-type shirt that showed off her ample chest and left a good amount of cleavage. It also revealed a little heart tattoo on her upper left breast. Nice tattoo. Nice breast.

I pointed at the tat. “Somehow I don’t think that took three hours,” I said.

She laughed. “No, that one took about 45 minutes to do, and yes it hurt. My other one took a lot longer.”

Oh yeah. This was getting interesting. “You have another tattoo? I’d love to see it.”

“Now wait sikiş hikayeleri a minute. It’s on my back above my shoulder blade and I’d have to take off my shirt to show you.”

“Fine by me,” I said. “I have no objection to that. Look at me. We’ve been talking now for about ten minutes, and all I’m wearing is a pair of compression shorts. Fair is fair. I’m showing you mine. You show me yours.”

“You are such a Guy. Fine.” She was acting huffy, but she overdid it. I knew she wanted to take off her shirt and show me her artwork. I knew I was going to get to see more, and I was ready for it.

She stood up and peeled off the shirt, and I got a better look at her tits. Oh my. D cups. Definitely what I like. Definitely. She turned after the shirt came off, but I could tell she hesitated so I could get a good look at her first. It was good, and it was a look. And the tattoo was a really nice one, a little devilette on her right shoulder, just above the shoulder blade. I stood up.

“Nice,” I said. “Very nice. Good color, great artwork. Naughty Girl, hunh? You’ve got a little devil on your shoulder telling you to be naughty. I like that.” I placed my hand on her back and stroked her tattoo, in similar fashion to the way she had touched me. Her skin was warm, and she gave a little shiver as my hand caressed her skin. And I felt something like an electrical charge run up my arm. It made my breath catch momentarily as the sensation hit me. I could tell she noticed.

She turned around, but slowly, as my hand rested on the top of her shoulder. Whoa. The feel of her skin had me a little bit dazed, and I thought I saw a similar look in her eyes. There was another pause, but then she cleared her throat and retrieved her notepad and broke the mood.

We both sat down on the bench, but this time we were both straddling the bench. I really liked the way the atmosphere had changed. Her body language was much more open, shall we say. And she made no move to put her shirt back on. I liked that, too, a whole lot.

“So, what’s made you so successful here? You get the crowds fired up, and the team has won a title recently.”

I smiled at her. “Thanks for the compliment. Some of it is working with what God gave me and making the most of it. Some of it is being smart about things. But I credit plain old hard work with most of it. Doing all the little things right and concentrating on fundamentals makes the big things happen”

“I guess the hard work part of it was what you were doing here today.”

“Exactly. Pumping iron for an hour and a half can get boring. But you just do what you have to do now so you can reap the rewards later down the road.”

“Why don’t you show me your workout routine? I can get a few shots for the story while you explain things to me.” She stood up and grabbed her stuff.

I got up as well, and began walking to the weight room. As I passed her, I put my left hand on the small of her back to guide her, and she leaned into it just a tad. I really started liking the body language. “We have a couple of machines, and a whole lot of free weights. I’m not going to load things up since I just got done, but I can do a couple of reps on whatever you need so you can get your pictures. Do you need me to change back into my workout stuff?”

She laughed. “No, what you have on now is perfect. This is supposed to be edgy, right? You look good to me.”

I walked over to the dumbbells and picked up a couple of the lighter ones. “How about bicep curls? Work for you?”

“Yeah,” she said and started taking pictures. I noticed that she backed up a little and was shooting from behind me, getting the reflection of me in the mirror, in what I figured was a head-to-toe shot. She moved around, closer with each picture, the last on one knee about a foot behind me. “Got it,” she said. “How about something else, like that one over there.” She motioned to the bench press.

I walked over and prepared to do a few reps. As I started, she again began taking pictures. But instead of standing behind me, she stood near my feet, and began backing up. I became uncomfortably aware that I was just wearing compression shorts and that left my bulge prominent, especially from the angle she was standing at. I paused with the weight in the air, and saw her lick her lips ever so slightly. And you can guess what that did to the bulge.

I put the bar back in the cradle. “Like what you got so far?” I asked as I sat upright.

She nodded and walked over to me. “Do you work out as intensely during the season?”

“No. The whole idea is to build up to game day and save your energy for the important stuff. You want to really go hard on the weights early in the week, and go hard on the field on the weekend.”

“So I guess, off the field, the idea would be the same during the season, right?”

“Essentially. You take good care of yourself and save your energy for the weekend.”

She smiled at me and said “Now we start getting a little more personal if you don’t sex hikaye mind.” I nodded. “I remember reading that boxers won’t have sex anywhere from two to six weeks before they have a fight to maintain an aggressive edge. How do you handle this? Do you do something like that during the season?”

An opening I wasn’t about to pass up. I laughed and said, “You’re not kidding about getting personal. Tell you what, I’ll answer your question but we’re going to have to get on a level playing field around here. I’m sitting here wearing almost nothing. You get rid of those jeans and then we’ll talk about this. Not until.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope. Let’s even things up. You want my answer, don’t you?” Here we were — time to see how this would play out. “It will make your story more edgy, right?”

I could see her face start to flush, and I knew what her answer would be. “Fine. If that’s what it takes, what the hell.” She gave me a challenging stare, looking straight into my eyes, kicked off her shoes, unzipped her pants and peeled them off and tossed them on the floor. “Satisfied?” she said rather sharply and took two steps forward so she was maybe standing a foot away from me. Her tits were at my eye level. Her breathing had shallowed a bit, either from nervousness or perhaps something else.

“That’s much better,” I said with a smile. “Much better. Very nice. You might have noticed I’m a little older than the other guys, and that means I’m a little more picky about things. Not being attached to anyone right now means this is more theoretical than anything else, but I stay away from having sex starting the day before a game. Getting laid is great, but I get a little too relaxed and I need to be keyed up just a bit to really cut loose on the football field. I’m glad we’re in the off-season right now.”

“Why is that?”

“Then I wouldn’t be able to do this.” I then stood up, put my hand on her lower back and planted a kiss on her lips. At first she tried to push away, but about two seconds in I felt her sigh and lean into the kiss. In fact, her tongue slipped into my mouth first, and then we both stepped up the pace. After about ten seconds, my hand slid down to her ass at the same time she wrapped her arms around me. She pulled even closer and I felt her hand dip past the waistband of my shorts. She let out a moan.

That’s when I broke things off and leaned back and looked her in the eye. “I’m sure you’d like to know more about this, wouldn’t you.”

“Yes,” she said rather huskily. “Yes, I would.”

“I know what I like. I like woman around my own age because I want to be able to carry on a conversation.” My hand moved up from her ass and I unsnapped her bra with two quick motions and tossed it aside. “I also like a woman that looks like a woman. I love tits that are nice and full like yours. They’re perfect for sucking on.”

I sat down on the bench, pulling her closer and taking her right nipple into my mouth and gently sucking on it. She made a little gasping noise as I began to caress the nipple with my tongue, swirling it around and flicking it while massaging both tits with my hands. I lifted my head and flicked it with my tongue and began swirling it around her areola as her nipple stiffened even more. I then shifted my attention to the left side and repeated the process. She placed her right hand behind my head, pressing me even closer as her breathing became more rapid.

My hands moved to her waist, and I began to slide her panties down her legs. Her arousal was obvious, as the crotch of the panties had a stain, and I breathed in the aroma of her excitement. My head moved down her torso, kissing her belly, tongue flicking out and touching her sensitive skin. She quivered with each touch, her hand still placed firmly on the back of my head as she began pushing it down toward her wet pussy.

I stopped and looked up at her face, flushed pink with desire. “I also like a woman with a nicely trimmed pussy just like yours. It makes it so much easier to taste and lick and eat.” She let out another moan. “Do lady reporters like having their pussy eaten?”

“Oh God yes,” she said. “Please.” I sank to my knees to get a better angle, as she spread her thighs wider while still standing. My tongue darted out, touching her clitoris and she shivered a little. I leaned back and drank in her scent. It was almost sweet and I couldn’t hold out anymore and slid my tongue up and down the labia, probing ever so slightly each time I worked it along the slit. I found the hole with little trouble, and with her juices flowing I slid my tongue inside her pussy and began swirling.

Each time I stiffened my tongue and went a little deeper. She again grasped the back of my head with her right hand, her left firmly grasping my shoulders for balance and moaned and rocked at my inroads to her inner being. I sensed her bending her head back, and I stopped, and stood up and looked her in the eye. “Your turn.”

She didn’t hesitate. Her hands grabbed my shorts and she peeled them down my legs. My now stiffened dick slipped free and extended out to its full near 7-inch length. She finished sliding the shorts to the floor and I stepped free from them as she grasped me and began sliding her hand up and down. “Why did you pick me as a subject,” I asked breathlessly.

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Judy pounced on Jorge the second she passed through the door. Jorge laughed as she wormed her hands underneath his shirt.

“Bad day at school?” he asked.

“You wouldn’t believe. Some bratty little shit decided to the paint the hallways using spoiled milk and surprise! The district had unplugged the security cameras the week before due to budget cuts.”

“Aww, poor baby.” His laughter was cut off by the hard pinch she delivered to his right nipple. “I mean adult woman whose house I’m living in.”

“Much better.” She settled her perfectly round bum on his slowly hardening crotch while she removed her shirt.

“I’m guessing the pregnancy test was negative again.”

“Hmm. . . what? I haven’t done another pregnancy test. It takes at least one to two weeks before it’d be able to detect anything. This is just to make sure we get that bun in the oven.”

Jorge reached upward to help her undo the lacy black bra confining her lovely round breasts. “And?”

“And I really just need a cock in my life right now.”

“Speaking of cocks, whatever happened to your husband?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.” Her tongue flicking at his lips was the all important signal to shut the fuck up and do what she kept him here for. The last three weeks under his former teacher’s roof had been a crash course on how to read a woman correctly. His left ass cheek still stung from the hard slap she gave him for using teeth during oral.

He broke their deep kiss to start his tender descent to her cunt. Jorge loved the way she arched her back as he slipped her gossamer skirt to her ankles. Bright pink flesh separated the two lightly furred lips of her pussy. He was about to suckle the pretty little bud above her open entrance when she laid a hand on his head.

“I go enough oral this morning. Can you just do me now?”

“Okay,” he said, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

Judy smirked at him. “You can have me again tonight? Alright? Don’t pout or you’ll get frown lines.”

“I’m too old to pout.” Jorge rubbed his hardened cock between the folds of her pussy. “Ready?”

She nodded then gasped as Jorge shoved himself fully into her without a moment’s pause. Jorge grinded at the spot he knew would make her go wild, pleased to see her creamy skin flush a delicious red.

“Oh, don’t stop,” Judy cried.

“Now, why would I do that?” He pulled his penis out her melty cave, cock’s head teasing the entrance, before plunging back inside her being.

“Yes, there.” Judy’s legs wrapped around his midriff, her nails managing to scratch his back through his shirt.

Jorge waited till her hips lurched forward to meet his downward thrust to plant his mouth on her soft pink nipples. No matter how much she denied it after they fucked, Jorge knew this was her favorite part. Maybe his harsh suckling ignited the ravenous maternal spirit that forced her to seek an eighteen year old man when her own failed to give her a child.

Whatever the cause, he was more than happy to attend to their every need. He gathered them together to make it easier to give kisses between each sweet nipple. Jorge licked the perky small mounds like ice cream cones, forcing as much flesh as he could into his mouth during Judy’s deepest moans.

Her pussy tightening to a vicelike hold around his cock told him his time worshipping her magnificent bosom was done. Jorge joined her fingers at her clit to bring her orgasms to a crashing zenith. He made sure to bury himself to the hilt inside her as he emptied his balls.

Several fingers plugging her pussy entrance kept the cum trapped within her. He dotted her shoulders with kisses while they waited the requisite six minutes for the sperm to journey far enough towards her cervix. Jorge wasn’t certain where she got the crazy idea to do this from but it made her happy so he didn’t question it.

“You are going to make some woman very happy someday,” Judy breathed.

“I don’t make you happy?”

“Don’t do that. Remember our deal.”

“Yeah, yeah. I do make you happy though, right?”

“Very.” She pecked his chin then looked at the clock above the tv. “I think enough time has passed for the little swimmers to have done their job. I’m going to go take a shower, want to join in?”

“No, I think I’ll go after you.”

“Suit yourself.”

Jorge watched her ascend the stairs, noting the little bit of cum dripping down her legs to stain the carpet. He would have to clean that later. Right now, he dressed himself and took her clothes to the basement to add to the washer.

He reentered the living Avcılar Escort room to a man, around Judy’s age, watching tv on the couch they had just fucked on minutes before. Comparing the man’s face to the photo on the tv confirmed Jorge’s worst fears.

It was Mr. Namstock.

The thick new beard he’d grown masked his appearance a little but there was no mistaking the man’s thick brown hair nor light golden skin. Jorge retreated to hide behind the basement door while he watched the man.

“What do you want for dinner Jorge?” asked Judy, stopping halfway down the steps. Water droplets speckled the shoulders of her robe from her short red hair. She cast an angry glare at her returned husband.”Get out.”

“Can’t believe you managed to replace me so quick.”

“Get out before I call the police.”

“I’ll tell them to check the deed. If I’m remembering correctly, which I am certain I am, my name is on it.”

Judy tightened the rope on her robe around her waist. “What do you want?”

“Don’t know but I got tired of living at a hotel. Who’s this Jorge fellow by the way? Is he here?”

“Fuck you Gideon. Just fuck you,” she sneered. “Jorge you can come out wherever you’re hiding. My future ex-husband isn’t going to hurt you.”

“Yes, Mr. Jorge! Please bless us with your presence.” Gideon returned her sneer.

Jorge just wanted to get to his room. He took a hearty deep breath then fled past the door at a full sprint for the stairs. Gideon was faster.

The younger man was almost knocked off his feet as a muscular iron grip enclosed around his arms. He found himself looking at six foot two inches of heated buff rage. Crisp brown eyes glowered singed his very soul while the man yanked Jorge closer.

“So since you can’t fill the cradle you decided to rob the cradle instead.” Gideon’s breath on Jorge’s skin sent his hair on edge.

“You let him go now or I’m calling the police!” snapped Judy.

Gideon pushed Jorge forward. “Fine, take your boy toy. I’ve got the game to watch.”

Judy guided the shaking Jorge to her room where she bolt locked the door. “I can’t fucking believe he’s back.”

“Maybe I should go,” said Jorge.

“Where? To the streets? Over my dead body.” She paced the floor, anger wafting off her in clouds. ” I knew I should have talked to a lawyer whilst the bastard was gone.”

“Is he always like this?”

“No, I wouldn’t have married him if he was. He was the nicest, sweetest, and kindest man you could have ever known. The guy who’d come visit you during a blizzard to make sure you were safe.”

Jorge studied his former teacher’s tense form. “You still love him don’t you?”

“Our marriage basically ended three weeks ago without warning. Your mind might be made up about him but your heart. . . it takes time to stop aching.”

“I’m sorry.”

She took a seat beside him. “Don’t be. This is his fault, not yours. Nobody told him to act like a big fat baby when the doctor told us the news.”

“I’m still sorry. No one deserves to go through what you’re going through.” He gave her a hug.

“Enough of your pity. What do you want to eat?”

They spent the rest of the day eating pizza in her bedroom while Gideon dominated the entire first floor.

Jorge brushed the stray hairs on Judy’s face away. She looked so soft and delectable asleep on his forearm. How could Gideon throw her away because he couldn’t give her baby. It was thoughts like these which stopped Jorge from sinking into sleep.

Loud canned laughter coming through the floorboards made it clear Gideon hadn’t gone to sleep yet either. Having the answers to his questions so close yet still so far was an irritant to his mind. Jorge wasn’t accustomed to doing nothing in the face of a problem. He wouldn’t have survived his chaotic upbringing if he had that attitude. Jorge lifted Judy’s head onto a nearby pillow.

“Mmm. . . Where are you going?” mumbled Judy.

“Bathroom. I will be right back.” He hoped. The absolute best case scenario was Gideon telling him to fuck off and the worst was too terrible to think about. Jorge descended the stairs on tiptoes to avoid rousing the larger man’s attention.

Gideon was splayed on the couch, naked except for boxers, nodding off to some ancient sitcom. The tv’s faint glow illuminated a body Jorge would never be able to get unless he abandoned everything for the gym.

Straight black hair formed an inch deep coat on the man’s body like he was a lumberjack from the ye olde times. Well-defined pectorals, abs, and thighs Beylikdüzü Escort were all forested with the stuff. It was easy to imagine Gideon breaking Jorge’s poor skinny frame over his knee. Every fiber in his being told him to return to Judy’s safe bed.

He ignored their warnings as he settled himself on the floor, in a space a little in front of the couch. “Sup.”

“Wa-” Gideon’s sleepy eyes struggled to focus on Jorge for a moment then suddenly sparked to clarity. “You! Done sleeping with my wife?”

“She and I didn’t have sex.”

“Yeah, right.”

“No, we didn’t. Look, I’m her former student and she decided to take me in after my mom kicked me out.”

“Get lost before I do something I regret.” Gideon returned his attention to the television.

Now would probably be his best chance to run away but he persisted. “She misses you.”

“All those unanswered calls/texts I sent her say otherwise,” he muttered

Jorge almost jumped for joy at the small concession. Maybe this wasn’t completely hopeless. “You did destroy her nursery.”

“Our nursery and she told you about that?”

“No, I saw it. She also said some of the destruction was her fault too.”

Gideon laid the remote atop his thighs as he took a good long look at Jorge. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because if it weren’t for Ju- I mean Mrs. Namstock, I would be sleeping in a homeless shelter right now. I want to pay her back for everything she’s done for me.”

“Kid, I admire your gumption, but there are some things you wouldn’t understand.”

“One, I’m not a kid, I’m eighteen and two, what don’t I understand? There’s adoption. Sperm donation.”

“I will not raise another man’s child in my house!”

“Why not!? Would you rather raise another man’s child or see Mrs. Namstock with another man?”

“You are on my last nerve.”

“Hit me then.” Jorge, bolstered by adrenaline, pushed his face close to Gideon’s. “Go ahead. I want you to hit me so Mrs.Namstock can finally move on to someone who gives a damn about her.”

“What like you?”

“No! Like you.” Jorge stared deeply into the man’s crisp brown eyes and saw so much hurt in them. “Are you really willing to lose her to your pride.”

The man’s lips twisted themselves almost into knots as he tried to retaliate against Jorge. Gideon rose to a sitting position but didn’t move to attack him. Instead, he put his head into his hands. ” The truth is I’m a bastard.”

“I could have told you that b-“

“I mean a literal bastard. My father fucked the maid till she got pregnant. The woman who raised me never once let me forget.”

“Judy would never do such a thing.”

“How can you know for certain she wouldn’t? Or I wouldn’t? I can’t let another child live the hell I did.”

Jorge’s put his hands on the man’s knees to allow them to be face to face. “No parent, not a single one, can say they’ll be perfect. It’s just as possible you could have hated any kids you two created together. What matters in the end is whether you try to do your best by them.”

“Are you sure you’re just eighteen?”

“People say I’m mature for my age.”

They both dissolved into nervous giggles, neither able to look away from the others gaze. A strange intensity had replaced the antagonism between them.

Gideon’s laughter was the first to peter out. “I have a question for you, and be honest, did you sleep with my wife at all while I was gone.”

“You wouldn’t beat me up?”

“I fucking knew it.”

“Wait! She only did it because she thought you would never be coming back. I can gone within the hour if it means you’ll forgive her.” Jude hoped the last several times they fucked hadn’t actually ended up getting her pregnant. Otherwise, he wasn’t certain how they were going to piece this mess back together. He should have just kept his big mouth shut! Things were going so great.

“Married is married until the divorce papers are signed. If she got to step out then I should get to step out too.” His left hand gripped Jorge by the jaw.

The tender hesitant kiss was not the painful sucker punch Jorge was expecting. He acquiesced to the tongue’s probing request and allowed the thick organ to slip past his lips. Gideon’s beard scrapped Jorge’s chin as he directed the younger man onto his lap.

Jorge parted from the kiss with his hard need prominent against Gideon’s hard belly. “Mrs.Namstock isn’t going to be happy you’re doing this.”

“My wife can go cry me a river since she spread her legs first. Will you be happy if Esenyurt Escort I go farther?” The squeeze Gideon gave Jude’s pitched tent brought a desperate moan out the young man.

“I’ll only let you do it if you promise me you’ll go apologize to her for the way you’ve been acting.”

Gideon teased another kiss as he freed Jorge’s cock. “Alright. I’ll apologize.” He spun Jorge so that he was facing the tv while his ass ground hard against Gideon’s own hard lump.

Jorge didn’t really get what was driving this new lust for cock, especially the cock of the man who’d threatened his life only hours before. Was it a really a need to thank Judy for giving him a warm bed to lay in? Had he been suppressing a desire for man meat this entire time?

A tearing sound startled Jorge back to reality. Gideon had split open a sizeable hole in Jorge’s boxers and had grabbed Jorge’s now dangling balls.

“I could have taken them off if you’d just asked,”

“This is better.” Gideon pulled Jorge’s balls to their maximum elasticity. “Keep your eyes on the tv unless you’d rather this be unpleasant.”

“You aren’t going to hurt me are you?” Jorge gulped.

“No, no. Why would I ever do such a thing to my wife’s cute little boy toy.” His breathy tone teased his ears as much as his words did.

Jorge decided he was just going to have to suck up whatever Gideon did to him. He just prayed Judy would stay asleep until her husband was done.

Gideon expanded his exploration of Jorge’s body to the younger man’s rotund buttocks, squeezing the taut flesh. “Strip.”

A finger placed firmly on Jorge’s waistband warned him not to change his position too much. Jorge removed his shirt, pushed his ruined boxers down to his spread knees, and almost toppled over in the process. Gideon used his non-exploring hand to pin his captive fuck to his muscular chest.

“Oh,” whimpered Jorge. Gideon’s left hand had meandered to the untouched territory that was Jorge’s cock. His erection didn’t falter at the new sensation of a man’s hand around it though Gideon showed no interest in being gentle.

The man’s meaty maw started at the cock’s wide base before thrusting itself forward to the narrow leaking head. Jorge followed the hand’s direction, his body becoming needier after each journey to the top. “Gideon, I can’t hold it.”

“Judy must you run you through the ringer if you can’t even handle this.” He slapped Jorge hard on the ass. “But I’m not going to take any pity on you. I get to come first.”

Hot sloppy kisses marked the curve of Jorge’s back as he lowered the younger man onto his cock.

“No. Oh no. You’ll tear my asshole open.”

Gideon yanked Jorge’s head backwards by the hair then forced the scared teenager into a deep grasping kiss. He plunged his tongue inside Jorge’s mouth, again and again, like he could fuck the youth’s mouth as he would a pussy. Jorge was left too dizzy from the forceful kiss to offer another protest.

Thankfully, there was no need for that or a trip to the hospital. Gideon nestled his throbbing cock between the ass cheeks he’d been exploring earlier. Jorge marveled at how hard yet velvety the cock felt over his asshole. It almost made him wish Gideon had risked the potentially hazardous plunge into his ass.

“Ah,” Jorge cried as Gideon twisted his nipples.

“Move your hips fuckboy. I’m not going to do all the work here.”

“Yes, sorry.” Jorge tried to remember the way Judy’s hips moved the few time she’d ridden him before. He started a slow rhythmic rocking on his knees, the cock sliding easily across his pre-cum slicked hole. It seemed Gideon was a bit of a leaker.

Gideon left one hand on Jorge’s hip to control his movements while the other sought his cock. His grasp was rather tender this go around.

Feather light touches turned his stalwart penis to a leaky straining mess. He couldn’t thrust into Gideon’s hand without leaving the man’s cock behind entirely. Gideon must have realized the problem too, for he raised his hips farther up to allow Jorge more mobility.

“I. . . I’m too close! Can I cum? Can I cum please?” Jorge used his hands to trap Gideon’s cock between his ass cheeks as he rammed down his hardest.

“Damn it. You fucking whore, you can cum all you want.” Gideon’s hand on Jorge’s member hardened, rubbing faster than he ever did before.

Jorge’s orgasm sprayed bright white spots on the carpet’s rosy threads. Gideon released his own cum all over the younger man’s buttocks, strangled cries almost rising above the studio audience’s laughter at the tv characters on screen antics.

Unable to hold himself up anymore, Jorge sank against Gideon’s hairy chest. The two languidly watched tv in a sex-induced haze.

“You are going to go apologize to her right?” Jorge asked.

Gideon twirled a lock of Jorge’s hair around his finger. “Sure, kid. I’ll do it first thing in the morning.”

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