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I was riding home with Sara after a late dinner. We attended the Neighborhood Architectural Control Committee meeting and after a long discussion we were allowed to make the changes to the main entrance of the house. The committee’s vote was three to two. We then went to our favorite restaurant. Now we were going home. Tomorrow Bret and her family would be over to use the pool and Sunday we were to attend the christening of Mary Megan. Sara was buzzed about being asked to be one of the God Mothers.

Sara started to lick my earlobe and rub my thigh. “Just checking, I saw how you were eyeing Mrs. Lanier on the committee. I know she has what I don’t.”

“And what might that be?”

“Boobs, darling large impressive boobs.”

“Countess, I was watching you present and spar with the committee, you were what I was watching. It took me back to the time that I watched you plead before the appeals court in London. Besides Jannie Lanier must have taken out a second mortgage to get that chest.”

Sara laughed at my comment. William pulled into our driveway and let us out before he parked the car. We went into the house.

“Drink, darling?” asked Sara.

Remarkably neither one of us had any booze at dinner. So, I went into the kitchen and started making a pitcher of martinis. I pulled two glasses out of the freezer and poured two drinks. I got an olive out of a jar in the refrigerator an dropped it in the bottom of one glass. Sara picked up her drink and gave it a quick sip.

“Up to your usual standards Mr. Rogers.”

I was looking forward to when the great room would be available to us as drinking in the kitchen did not have the same romance. There would be a new wet bar and seating area when the place was finished.

“The firm is meeting with the FBI on Monday, I though you would like to know. We can tell them what we have found out since Sun Tech was not a client we are not bound by privilege. We found some things that needed to be brought to their attention,” said Sara.

I was beginning to think that the situation would never end. Sara’s foot found my crotch and she started to massage my manhood. I closed my legs trapping her foot,

“Are you wanting something Ms. Solsbery?”

“Beside your cock in my cunt, and my foot back not much.”

“Have you always been like this or just since you and I got together.”

“Mother thought I would never get married as she thought no one would have me; to answer your question I was always direct in my language. It comes from being a lawyer, I told you before that I grovel in the sty like all the other pigs.”

Sara finished her drink and before she could ask for another, I pulled her from her chair and put my arm around her and moved to the elevator. She leaned in and our lips met in a kiss. The car stopped on the second floor and I stepped off.

“You’re not coming with me?”

The door closed before I could answer. I went to my office and pulled off my clothes and draped a robe over my shoulders. I slipped a small box in one of the large pockets. I climbed the stairs and went to our bedroom. I tried the door, but it was locked. I tried the door again, but it was still locked. Then I heard the latch turn and I was able to get in. Sara met me, completely naked. We embraced and kissed. Sara’s hand moved down and started to massage my penis.

“Paul, I am about to throw you out because you are not ready, you left me in the in the elevator and then you come expecting to just kiss your way in here,” said Sara as she started to laugh.

My cock was standing proud of my body I could not be any more aroused if I tried. Sara continued to massage my tool. I really wanted her to take it in her mouth.

“Darling I know that you are hoping that I would give you a blowjob, but I am thinking no. This is punishment for eyeing the woman at the committee meeting and then accusing her of being augmented.”

Sara was enjoying the torture that she was putting me through, Throughout the exchange her hand was working on my cock.

“Darling would you please take me to bed and put that thing where it will do the most good!”

The Countess gets what my wife wants I thought as we moved to the bed. I split her legs and I inserted my cock in her pussy. I pulled her knees up and put them on my shoulders, leaving her in a defenseless position. My hands massaged her breasts, pulling on the nipples until they were stiff as pencil erasers. I drove my cock in and out of her lovely pussy. This was one of the few times that we did not engage in some kind mutual foreplay.

It started at the base of my head and moved to my cock as I blasted a load in her pussy. I continued to move my cock, but I could feel it loose tension. Sara moved her knees off my shoulders and wrapped her legs around me locking me in to position. I leaned down and kissed her and then kissed her again. She relaxed and we both maneuvered on the bed until our mouths met in a long kiss. My hand rubbed one of her butt cheeks, and we kept kissing while Escort Ankara we rested.

“I am not sure that I like this new version of you sir. Maybe I long for the passive Paul that I could boss around,” said Sara.

“Countess, I am the same cautious man you met three years ago. I have to say even though it has been only three months, marrying you was the best decision that I have made. I love you.”

Sara was busy giving me a hand job coaxing my cock back to life. “Sir I want another session like the one we just had. Sex with you is the best, and I need more.”

“Darling I am the man that can give that to you,” I said, but I was really wanting to ask if she wanted children.

“Paul you have that look that means you have other questions; I speculate that the questions you have might mean a curtailment of our sexual activity. A question like do I want kids?” There I said it, now you don’t have to.

“Well?” And don’t say I want them if you want them. I want to hear a positive statement, Yes I want to have children or no, I am happy for Bret, but it is not my goal.”

We were moving into territory that both of us were uncomfortable with. It was like walking up to a cliff and standing at the edge. Sara nudged me to make sure I was awake.

“Paul it is a difficult decision, either way we go will mean changes.”

“Do you have an answer?” I asked.

“I am leaning toward having a child, but I am having fun with you and with my work and that will change with this decision,” said Sara.

“We can revisit this after we have a honeymoon,” I suggested.

“You’re giving us an easy out Mr. Rogers. Kick the can down the road instead of picking it up,” said Sara.

“Look at it this way if you get pregnant before we go on a honeymoon, that trip will not be much fun,” I responded.

“You have an interesting way of analyzing issues Rogers. Enough of this serious discussion, the Countess is wanting your cock in her cunt. Do you think that you can accommodate her?”

I moved down and my tongue found her pussy and I licked my way around her outer lips. My mouth then covered her clit and my tongue massaged the little cock, while my finger probed the clit root. My hand was suddenly wet from her cumming. Before she could do anything, I plunged my cock into her pussy. Her cunt was warm and silky. I restrained myself from going crazy and slid my dick in and out slowly and deliberately. I wanted the session to last and I really wanted Sara to experience an orgasm. I felt her vagina clamp on my prick several times encouraging me to cum. With one thrust I felt my cock release, and I rested. Sara brought our mouths together and we kissed. I continued to fuck her until my cock fell out of her.

Hours later I looked at the clock on my bed table and noted the time was close to 8:00am. I did not smell breakfast so Mrs. Kelly may not have arrived yet. I untangled myself from Sara and used the bathroom. I climbed back in bed as I could use some more sleep. I tweaked Sara’s nipples just to bother her. I began to smell cooking odors meaning Paula was here and would soon be up to announce breakfast. As if on cue there was a knock on the door.

“Sir, Madam, breakfast is ready,” said Paula through the door.

“Paula, we will be down soon,” said Sara.

“Very good Ma’am.”

The hum of the elevator indicated that Paula moved down to the first floor.

“Do you want to do me now or later?” asked Sara.

My cock slipped into her cunt just as the words were coming out of her mouth. Which I kissed.

“You do realize that you should have asked, sir and not make assumptions. But I love it,” said Sara.

I was on top staring into my wife’s eyes as my cock was moving in and out of her pussy. I kissed her again, and felt her stimulate me to cum. With one forceful thrust I felt my release and relaxed.

“I am going to be draining all day darling. I hope that the linen service dropped off some sheets as these are soiled,” said Sara as she got up and went into the bathroom.

I pulled the top and bottom sheet off the bed and left them in a pile on the floor. The pillowcases followed. From a pocket in my robe I pulled a small box and left in on Sara’s dressing table. I draped the robe over my shoulders and took the stairs down to my office showered and dressed.

I walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. I asked Paula if we had enough linen to change the bed.

“Yes, sir we got a delivery yesterday. How did the hearing go?”

“We triumphed like I knew we would,” said Sara as she walked into the kitchen and took a seat across from me. “Paul found a new girlfriend.”

“I did not, Sara was envious of one of the women, on the committee, who was a product of plastic surgery,” I replied.

“The woman wouldn’t be Jannie Lanier, I have a friend that works in her house, I will have to tell him that there is speculation in the neighborhood that her husband worked on improving her.”

“I would appreciate it if you kept that Ankara Escort to yourself. She voted for us, and we don’t need any ruffled feathers,” I said.

Mrs. Kelly went upstairs after she served us to change the bed and collect the old linen.

“Paul, are we still meeting with Mr. Darling and, Ms. Bell this morning?”

“Yes, Sara they are still on the schedule, I confirmed it with Ms. Bell last night.”

Sara put her hand in a pocket in her jacket and brought a small box out and put it on the table.

“Where did this come from?” asked Sara.

“Have you opened it?” I asked.

“Of course, I did, but I still want to know why, Paul? And don’t tell me that one of your investments paid off,” said Sara.

“Well I liked the way the pendant looked, and I thought that a new set of diamond earrings would accent the piece. Look I know that I have been giving you shit over your part of the firm’s investigation. I thought you would appreciate a small gift. A peace offering.”

“The small gift as you call it cost at least 19 hundred to two thousand, maybe?”

“It is a gift I am not obligated to tell you the price, darling.”

“Paul, I don’t want you to overspend, they are beautiful, but not needed,” said Sara.

“Will you let me be the judge as whether they are needed or not. I wanted you to stand out at Mary Megan’s christening, because you will be the best Godmother to her.”

Sara opened the box and looked at them again. Each piece had a large central diamond with several strings of micro-diamonds hanging beneath the main stone. Sara held one of the earrings up to her lobe and asked how it looked.

“That looks fabulous Ms. Solsbery” said Paula as she came back from changing our sheets.

Sara put the piece back in the box and leaned over the table and kissed me. There was a knock on the door and Paula went to answer it. Mr. Darling came in and we invited him to sit with us. A few minutes later there was another knock and Ms. Bell came in carrying several large sheets of paper. She spread them out on the table and sat down. We all looked at the rendering of what the main entrance would look like. After a few minutes of discussion, she asked me and Sara to sign the plan indicating that we approved the design.

“Ms. Bell is this the design that the committee approved, because I think that some of the committee members will be watching us like a hawk?” I asked.

“Yes sir, this is the one that they approved.”

After a few more minutes of discussion Mr. Darling and Ms. Bell went to look at the construction leaving us. Paula came up and handed me a slip of paper.

“If you don’t mind Mr. Rogers, I need some more things from the grocery store before Ms. Peterson’s tribe arrives,” asked Paula.

“I will have to tell Bret that her family was described as a tribe,” I said as I took the list and looked it over.

“Darling I am coming with you,” announced Sara.

“Great I would love the company. Do you want to get William?” I replied.

“This is William’s day off so you’re driving,” replied Sara.

After a few more minutes of discussion I walked out to the car. I held the door for Sara as she got in the front passenger seat. I went around to the driver’s side. Sara was putting the earrings on as I got in. When she finished I leaned over and kissed her.

“Sara, they look better than I imagined,” I said.

“Good I want to show all those women you consort with in that store who’s married to whom,” Sara said and then started to laugh.

I pulled into a parking spot and Sara waited until I came around to open and hold the door. “Must keep up appearances, darling,” said Sara as she got out.

The list was not long, but I did keep an eye out for people watching us. I also needed to keep an eye on Sara as she put things in the basket that were not on the list. I looked down and saw several bottles of wine that appeared from nowhere. We were at the checkout stand and the same woman I saw a week ago came up behind us. This was not a coincidence. I looked at Sara and she just smiled back. We all got through the checkout and walked out of the store and stopped

“Paul, I want you to meet Debra Perry, she is an attorney in our office. I believe that you have seen each other before?”

“Nice way to give me the slip Mr. Rogers I guess that I was a little too obvious?”

“Get Sara to invite you to the house sometime, I would enjoy getting to know you better,” I said.

There was a sharp pain in my thigh as Sara was registering her dissatisfaction with my last statement. Ms. Perry left us, and Sara and I went to our car and started to unload the bags. I held the door for Sara and took the cart to the corral and got in and started driving.

“I think it is rich that you tried to make a pass at my colleague while I was standing there,”

“Where does this insecurity come from, Sara. You have a great career and people that love you?”

“I don’t know Paul, I see how easy you interact with people, Ankara Escort Bayan when I get you out of your shell, and I get worried that I am not good enough.”

“Sara Jane Solsbery, I married you not your money or your title. I married you because you are a beautiful, complex woman that I want to be with.”

“Thank you darling. I would kiss you Paul, but I don’t want to get in an accident,” said Sara.

We pulled into the driveway and Paula met us at the car and helped unload the bags.

“There is a lot more here than I expected,” said Paula.

“I don’t think that I will be taking Sara with me again, she is worse than a seven-year-old child,” I replied.

“I don’t think that a child would get this many bottles of wine,” said Paula.

“Good point,”

I noticed that there were no construction crew pickups, in the street, and I remembered that Mr. Darling said that the crew would not be working today. This was great since we were having guests. They were also waiting for the glass door that was to be put in the wine room opening. Paula was to start her wine course week after next. I put the dates on my calendar so Sara and I would know when to plan for eating out on the days that she was at the class.

I went up to my office and changed into a swimsuit and t-shirt so I could get some laps in before Bret and company arrived. Sara was already in the pool when I came down. I slipped into the water and swam next to her.

“Paul, I was wondering why don’t you let Paula get our groceries?”

“Less work for me, or you, and less temptation for Paula. I am thinking about ordering online and having them delivered. But I enjoy getting out at times.” I replied.

Sara thought for a second and then agreed with me. All of a sudden two cannon balls ripped into the pool as Bret’s kids entered the water. Bret was standing on deck screaming at them.

“Chill Bret there fine,” I said.

Bret called John, and Maeve and told them that that was not the way to behave. They swam over and apologized to Sara and me. I moved to the edge of the pool and stood watching the kids play and interact with Sara.

“She has that look in her eye, you just watch it,” said Bret.

I knew exactly what she was talking about. George walked in the yard carrying Mary Megan. I was jealous as she was the only one of us that would swim in the nude.

“Here you go Paul,” said George as he handed the baby to me.

I didn’t know what to do as I waited for George to join me. Bret decided to sit on one of the lounges and watch the action.

“You’re not going to join us I take it?” I asked.

“I carried her for 9+ months you both can play with her for a while,” replied Bret.

George took the baby from me and began to walk in the pool and let her get wet. He sprinkled some water on her face and she started crying on cue. “Well I guess we know what she will do tomorrow,” said George.

Paula made several trips from the kitchen to a table by the pool carrying drinks and snacks for us. Sara was by the edge of the pool and Paula came up and asked Sara a question. Sara replied and Paula walked back to the kitchen.

Sara walked over to where I was; “Paula was asking about dinner, Paul. I told her that she could leave after we finished.”

“I guess we are going out?” I said.

Mary Megan was in the water about twenty minutes and was passed around to me, Sara and George, she seemed to be having a good time. Bret got off the lounge and came over to where George was. She picked up the baby and carried her over to a carrier and covered her. “She doesn’t need much Sun,” said Bret as she slipped in the pool and headed toward her other kids.

Paula came out and sat beside the carrier and kept an eye on Mary Megan.

“Thank you, Mrs. Kelly I need to speak to my other kids.”

Bret moved over to where John and Maeve were playing. From what I could hear she was laying down the law about how they were to get the drinks and snacks. Sara, George and I were huddled in another corner talking. Bret swam over to join us.

“Telling them how to act, I see,” I said.

“They are great, but every once in a while, I need to remind them how to act in public,” said Bret.

We continued our conversation until Mary Megan decided that she needed some attention. Bret got out of the water and walked over to the carrier. Mrs. Kelly and Bret walked back into the kitchen. The two women came out with some kind of carrier and Bret sat on a lounge and picked Mary Megan up and applied one of the bottles to her lips. All three women huddled around the baby. Bret’s other kids were huddled around the snack table.

I got out of the water and walked over to where they were and sampled what Mrs. Kelly had prepared. They went in for another swim. George got out and brought over two towels. He watched them play in the water. John and Maeve continued to play for about a half hour. Through Sign language Bret indicated that they needed to go.

“Finish up John, Maeve, it is time to go,” said George.

I thought about protesting but I knew that he was right.

“You know that you all are always welcome,” I said as George toweled off the two kids. The group assembled and we walked out to their car and watched as they left.

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I love my Dad. Ever since my parents divorced, he’s been taking good care of me. I try to help around the house we share, but I know he works hard to provide for the two of us. I’ve got a part-time job at a craft store at the mall and it gives me gas money for my Wrangler. I have spent a lot of time studying because this is my senior year, and I need to bring my grade point average up. I’m not a scholar like my friend Jenny, so it doesn’t come easy for me. I hope to go to the State University with some of my friends next year. I really want to be an art teacher.

Anyway, Dad drives his pickup to various job sites around the county. He’s a bricklayer and really buff. I know he and Mom didn’t get along. Mom’s depression and drinking didn’t help, either. So they split. Dad kept the house, so I got to stay in my old room. It’s OK, but I’m also looking forward to going to college.

Dad gives me a lot of freedom to be with my friends, as long as he knows where I am. That’s cool. Even though I’m eighteen, I still depend on him for so much. I think he depends on me, too. I’ve tried to be a good girl most of my life. Lately, however, it’s like I have itchy feet or wings ready to unfold or something, because I just want my freedom. My two best friends are Janey and Julie. We talk about everything. We also share some clothes. One thing I inherited from Mom is big boobs. I guess that’s two things! Since Janey has big boobs too, we can swap blouses. Julie’s got wider hips, so she’s more my size for slacks. At 5′ 4″, I’m kind of short, so I appear to be really stacked, even though I’m just a C cup. My shoulder-length hair is light brown and I have hazel eyes.

Just now, I don’t have a real boyfriend, because I have been busy with studies, soccer practice, and work. That’s not to say I’m not experienced. I have been out with several different guys, mostly guys from my class that I’ve known forever. Football and soccer games, dances, double dates, movies, a couple of proms- that’s been the extent of my dating life. I’ve seen my Dad gives the guys the “lecture” when they come to pick me up, but I know he’s proud of me, and trusts me. I’m sure he doesn’t suspect I’m not a virgin. I gave that up to Billy Thompson last year. It was kind of scary, and we fumbled around a lot, but it turned out to be fun. Maybe I’ll write about that sometime. But we didn’t really want to keep going out with each other, so I just remember it as a learning experience. So ever since then, I’ve been having as much fun as I could, between practices, work, and studying for tests, that is. So Dad keeps a watch on me. He’d have a cow and then come out shooting if he knew what went on last night. I can hardly believe it myself. I never knew…

I was over at Julie’s house yesterday, having arranged to spend the night with her. We had supper with her Mom and her brother and then helped her Mom clean the dishes. When the phone rang, it was Janey. She said to Julie that we should go out to the drive-in that night. We have one of the few remaining drive-ins in the state. Lots of people come there for the outdoor show. It’s fun when we go. Julie’s mom checked what was playing (a campy horror flick we’d all seen before) and agreed to let us go, provided we come right home after the show. She even let Julie take the Bonneville.

We went to pick up Janey and then drove to the drive-in, getting there just as it was getting dark. There were not as many cars there as usual. We saw Bret Johnson in his big Dodge Ram pickup parked near the back. He had it backed in and had chairs and a cooler in the truck bed. His dad works for the dealer and Bret does too, part-time. There were a couple of guys with him we didn’t recognize. There were other couples in cars; none real close. Those others were keeping to themselves, mostly.

We hit up the snack shack for soda’s and popcorn before the show started. Bret and his buddies walked in while we were there.

“Well, hello girls!” said Bret. He was looking good in his letterman’s jacket. He’s a basketball jock, and pretty good, I guess. Even though it was warm enough to go without it, he seemed to have it on all the time.

“Hi Bret,” said Janey with a grin. She likes him and has been out a couple of times. Of course she told us all about how he likes to french kiss. She said he let her feel her up one time and it got her hot. I think she wanted it to go further, but they couldn’t do more under a blanket at the football game.

“Who are your friends?” asked Julie.

“This is Paul and Wayne, my cousins from Atlanta,” replied Bret.

“Hi, I’m Paul,” he said, stepping closer. “Can I help you carry that?” indicating my tub of popcorn. He was a real hunk, as big as Bret but huskier, with big feet. His southern accent was kind of sexy.

“Sure, I guess,” I replied. Wayne introduced himself and slid next to Julie. I could tell she was attracted to him right away. She had her best “come-and-get-me” smile and struck a pose that even a dead man could not look away Escort Keçiören from.

“Why don’t you girls park near my truck and we’ll party?” asked Bret. I was a little hesitant, thinking this was a “girls night out”, but Janey was already moving outside with Bret. As Julie and Wayne seemed to be hitting it off, that left me with Paul. I could do worse, I thought. Suddenly I had a flash of Paul kissing me. What was that? I just met the guy. But he is such a hottie, just look at him!

“OK, why not,” I said.

“Great. Come on.” Paul carried my popcorn and we walked back to our car. Julie moved it closer to the truck in the back row.

Paul and I were talking and munching popcorn when the movie started and we continued to talk well into it. Like I said, we’d already seen the movie. I really liked being with Paul. He was at least a head taller than me. And those broad shoulders! We were standing between the car and truck, leaning on the car in the shadows of the large fence right behind us. I snuggled closer to him as we talked and watched the movie.

Julie and Wayne were in the truck bed with Bret and Janey, also munching popcorn and watching the movie. Julie giggled at something Bret said, which seemed odd with the horror flick going on.

The more I talked with Paul, the better I liked him. His accent may have sounded southern redneck, but it became obvious that he also had a brain and a knack for making me feel good. We seemed to have a lot in common, and he made me laugh with his corny jokes. We were smuggling, he behind me with his arms around me. We totally lost track of the movie as we talked about our various experiences. His hands got a little frisky, trying to get under my shirt.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Just trying to get to know you a little better,” said Paul. “What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever fooled around?”

“Sure I have, but we just met.”

“Well, I sure like you. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, as the matter of fact. You’re pretty hot.” Paul was laying it on thick, and I was lapping it up. He was hot too, and I really didn’t mind his roaming fingers.

“Let’s get in the car,” he suggested.

“OK,” I replied. I wanted to sit down. The truck bed was full with the other four. They seemed to be getting along just fine. Besides, I wanted to be alone with Paul. So we got in the backseat of the Bonneville and kicked off our shoes. I sat beside him, only facing backwards. He immediately began kissing me. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me close, touching his lips to my forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, and then my lips. As we kissed, my hands slipped from his shoulders to his chest. He had told me he worked out. It was obvious from the development of his pecs and biceps that he had done a lot of it.

His hands moved from my back to my front. I glanced out the window, but nobody seemed to be close enough to see what we were doing. In fact, we were beginning to fog up the windows! I didn’t object when Paul cupped my boobs and gently squeezed. I moaned a little, and he took that as encouragement to continue his exploration. He began to unbutton my blouse. As he did that, I untucked it. I shucked it off, feeling a little bare, but wanting him to keep doing what he was doing. He fumbled around behind my back with one hand, trying to unhook my bra, while playing with my boobs in the front with his other hand. I reached behind and unsnapped the clasp so that it loosened and fell off to join my shirt on the floor. My boobs stuck out, with the nipples already hard and pointed at his face.

“I just love your boobs, Mary,” Paul said. He kissed one, then the other, giving each nipple a little lick. I responded eagerly, pushing them into his face. He sucked on one nipple while pinching the other. This was making me even hotter. I could feel my wetness beginning between my legs, and I squirmed. How far would this go? Would he want to go all the way? Would I?

We shifted positions. He took off his shirt, exposing those big pecs and shoulders. I just had to rub them! I lay back on the seat and Paul lay beside me. There was plenty of room in this big car. He was playing with my boobs and dry humping my leg. I could feel his boner through his jeans. I reached down to feel it through his pants and was surprised how thick and long it was.

“Oh, Paul,” I gasped. We kissed even harder, our tongues dancing with each other. He got even bolder, sliding his hand down the front of my pants. His fingers reached the wetness. I could feel his middle finger as it parted my lower lips and began to seek entry. I was really hot now, not wanting him to stop. Ready and willing, I let him know by my moaning that he could do more than that if he wanted. I raised my hips, slipped my pants down to my ankles, and kicked them off. Totally naked now, I looked up at him and said, “Get those jeans off NOW!”

He slid to the side as I reached out to unsnap and unzip his pants. I reached inside before Keçiören Escort they were even off and grabbed his hard cock.

“Oh, my god. It’s a boa constrictor!” I rubbed the length of it with one hand and cupped the big head with the other hand. “You like that?” I asked.

“Oh, yes!” he replied. “I can’t believe this is happening!” He sat up to lower his jeans and kick them off, getting as naked as I was. The heat in the car bumped up a notch. I couldn’t believe the size of his cock as it stuck up from his lap. It was thick! The head was large and stuck out of my fist, even when I had both hands wrapped around his shaft, one on top of the other! I sat up and leaned over his lap to kiss the tip. My boobs were pressing on his bare leg.

“You have a beautiful cock, Paul,” I said. “Could I suck it?”

“Yes! Oh, yes! Do it!” Paul looked down as I licked the tip. I opened up to slide my lips over the big head, drawing it inside my mouth. My tongue worked to circle the knob, probing the tiny slit at the tip. “Oh, god, Mary. That feels so good. Suck me!”

I opened as wide as I could, trying to fit it all inside my mouth. I held onto the shaft with one hand, cupping his big balls with the other. I pushed down until my lips met my fingers. Working both my hand and my mouth, I sucked and licked and I raised and lowered my mouth on his big dick. With this kind of control, I wouldn’t gag if it got in too far. Besides, I don’t think I could have gotten it all inside my mouth. It was just too thick!

Paul was playing with my boobs with one hand. His other hand was holding on to my ponytail, probably to make sure I didn’t stop. As I knelt on the floor between his legs sucking his huge cock, he was pushing his hips up into my mouth. But I controlled the action by keeping my hand wrapped around the base, pumping the shaft as I licked and sucked on the big head. My lips encircled his shaft, as I popped the head in and out of my mouth. His breathing was getting heavier as I knew he was approaching a climax. I looked up at Paul and his eyes met mine. He was so dreamy-looking! I felt so in control, I knew I could do anything with him that I wanted.

“Lay back, stud,” I said as I sat up, swung my leg over his lap and straddled him. I pushed him down on his back on the big back seat. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. I didn’t know if it would fit, but I wanted to try. I grabbed a towel from under the seat and pushed it under his butt, hoping it would prevent a mess on the seat. He lay back with a smile on his face and I dangled my boobs in his face, swinging them over his cheeks and lips, as his tongue licked out. He succeeded in capturing a nipple with his lips and teeth, giving it a little squeeze, as he licked it. It was almost like he was giving my nipple the same treatment I was giving his cock just a minute ago. Two fingers of his hand were busy frigging my wet pussy, reaching all the right spots.

“Let’s do it, OK? Will you put that big cock inside me and fuck me?” I asked as I pressed my boobs in his face. I was so hot and ready, pussy juices dripping down my leg.

“Oh, god, Mary! I want to fuck you so bad!”

“Then hold still while I try to get that monster in,” I replied. Slowly I lowered my hips while I held his dick with my hand, directing it toward my slick opening. Drops of pre-cum were forming on his cock. I rubbed the head of it around my pussy lips, lubricating the junction of our bodies with our combined juices. I felt the head press against my opening and pressed harder until I felt it enter me. He was instinctively trying to push upward to fully enter, but I needed a little time to accommodate his girth.

“Oh, that feels nice, Paul. Slowly now.” I pushed down a little more, and then withdrew upward. Leaning forward, I kissed his lips, opening my mouth to his tongue, just as I was opening my pussy to his thick cock. With little strokes, I impaled myself a little at a time with each thrust downward. He groaned with obvious pleasure with each movement. As I expanded to take him in, my juices were flowing to help lubricate us. Down I went, and up again almost to the top. Finally thrusting down, I could feel him fully inside, filling me like I never thought I could be filled. Our pelvic hairs mingled as I began to slowly rock on his cock, causing it to move inside and give me the most delicious feeling.

“Oh, Mary. You are so tight. That feels so good, I don’t want it to stop,” said Paul as he cupped my breasts and tried to reach them with his mouth.

“I’m not stopping yet,” I replied. “But you can’t cum inside me, OK? Be nice and tell me when you can’t hold back any longer.”

“I will, but it probably won’t be long. You’ve got me so worked up. I really like this feeling. Please move up and down again.” Paul said.

“You like getting fucked this way, don’t you?”

“I love it. You are so hot,” he grinned as I obeyed, lifting my hips and dropping down again. Up and down, I held control. He was pressing Keçiören Escort Bayan against my clit so nice, and the friction was so hot. I pumped harder, fucking him from above. I could feel the beginning of a great orgasm coming on. I twisted my hips to rotate his cock inside, so deep! Hold on, Paul, just a little longer, I thought. Taking him deep inside, suddenly, I was cumming with an intensity that I had never felt before. It was strong, coming from deep within, a pulsing, pleasurable, mind numbing cum that caused my juices to almost squirt from my pussy.

“Oh, wow! I’m cumming, Paul.”

“I can feel it, too,” he said. “It’s squeezing me.” As the throbbing cum washed over me, he continued to push deeper, trying to thrust from his position under me. I raised up a bit, feeling the juices leak out over his cock and balls. He pushed as I continued to rock. Reaching behind me, I could feel his hairy ball sack. I tickled the sack and lightly played with his balls. This seemed to push him into overdrive, and he thrust harder.

“I’m going to cum! Oh, Mary, it coming!” I slid up and off his cock, curling between his splayed legs. Grasping his wet cock, I jacked it off.

“Please suck it! Please!” Paul begged. I lowered my head, taking the head back inside my mouth. I tasted the mixture of my juices and his as I encased my lips over his cock again. Just as I did, I felt a swelling of the big vein in his shaft.

“It’s coming! Here it comes!” Paul’s eyes were squeezed shut. His cock seemed to swell even bigger in my mouth. I felt the first pulse of his spunk jet into the top of my mouth. His hand covered mine on his cock, and we jacked it together. My other hand held his balls, not realizing what a load of cum they contained. I swallowed the first rope of cum, then l raised my head just as the second and third jets of white jism sprayed my lips and cheeks. What a load of cum! It sprayed again as we slowly jacked it together. Great pulses of his cock muscle inside our hands pushed gobs of semen from the tip, spurting out onto my forehead and cheeks. So thick and heavy, it dripped off my face onto his belly. Finally, he slowed my hand, and the last few pulses pushed a slow dribble of cum from the tip of his cock. I bent to lick it off as it dripped from the tip to our hands, still together on the shaft. He squirmed with the sensitivity as my tongue swirled over his cock helmet, causing one last squirt to come dribbling out. I smeared his man-goo over his washboard, as his deflating cock flopped to the side. Still long, it hung semi-erect and dripped its last few drops onto his hip and the towel. I didn’t want to let it go, so I kept my hand over it, lightly massaging it. Maybe if I got it hard again… No, we had to stop before we were caught.

As our breathing returned to normal, I looked at him. He was grinning from ear to ear. “What’s so funny? I asked.

“You’ve got cum on your face.”

“Why don’t you lick it off me then, smart guy?” I said as I lowered my face to his.

“Oh, I don’t know…”

“All right then. At least you can help me clean it off with the towel.” We sat up and tried to make ourselves presentable. The windows were definitely fogged over, so we had some privacy as we redressed.

“That was incredible, Mary,” Paul said. “Is there any chance we can get together again?”

“I sure hope so,” I replied. “In fact, I’ve got a party coming up. If you’ll be around for another week, you should come.”

“We should cum together,” he said. “I’d like to do it where we have room to spread out,” he winked.

“I’d like that too. Now we should see what’s going on outside.”

Exiting the car, we left a window down so it could air out. The scent of raw sex in the car was not what we wanted to go home with. The movie was still playing. We moved together to the pickup. I was thirsty and looked for my soda. Inside the truck bed, we were surprised to see Bret and Janey lying between the chairs. They were groping each other and lip-locked. I could practically see the heat waves coming off of them. Bret had his hands down the front of Janey’s pants, his fingers obviously busy diddling her. Her head was thrown back and she was moaning. Neither one of them saw us approach. Janey reached down and opened up her jeans, allowing Bret easier access. Their kissing became more fervent as he groped her. She bucked her hips as he rubbed and probed her pussy.

“That’s it. Keep doing that. Oh, that feels nice. Don’t stop. Oh, oh, oh, yeah.” Janey was humping his hand, pumping her hips up and down. “Come on, Bret. I’m so hot. Make me cum. Make me cum. Oh, oh, oh, yes.” He was kissing her neck, still oblivious to our voyeurism just feet away. Watching her getting frigged was making me hot again. Paul was at my side, holding me close. We looked at each other, then at the action in front of us. Paul’s hand was creeping up my shirt again, getting a handful of my tit. I leaned into his embrace. Janey’s eyes opened up and she saw us over Bret’s shoulder, watching her. I could tell she was about to cum. She flashed me a smile. “Yes, yes. Oh, Bret, oh, oh, yeeeessss!” Janey was cumming hard as Bret continued to frig her. He was kissing her neck as she moaned into his hair. She relaxed even as he continued to feel her wetness.

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Chapter 03: To Serve and Protect

After a couple of days at the vacation cabin in the back woods of Maine (see the first two stories in “The Maine Events”), and plenty of titillation and hi-jinx with my new friends from the neighboring cottage, I had run out of groceries. Wild sex burns so many calories! I drove to the market in the village for fresh supplies. On the way back, I was really enjoying the wild and free feeling that comes from zipping down that gravel road in my Miata convertible. It was a warm, sunny day, and the wind flowed through my long blond hair, which streamed out behind me.

My thin silk blouse was pressed against my chest, and I could even feel the pressure of the wind buffeting against the super-sensitive nerve endings in my nipples. They were becoming quite erect, and looking down, I could see all the detailed topography of my nipples and areolae: the swells and bumps and even a hint of the pink color showing through the sheer material. My attention to the road was tenuous at best, and my arousal led me to mentally relive some of the moments I had spent during the past few days here in Maine. That first day especially: watching my clean-shaven neighbors through squinted eyes as they played each other’s bodies like finely tuned instruments. Mmmm.

As those images cavorted around in my mind, I was feeling sexier and sexier. I just had to play with my breasts for a minute. The silk was plastered to me like a second skin, and it felt unbelievably sensuous as used my left hand to massage the firm and plump flesh of first one, and then the other breast. My nipples got some needed attention, being prodded and pinched and tweaked. I could feel tickles of muted sexual energy radiating down into the depths of my belly, and eventually I let my hand slide down from my breasts, and my fingers threaded themselves between the blouse buttons and poked gently into my navel, stirring up more passion.

I was struggling to keep some small portion of my attention on the road, and I let my speed drop to a more controllable rate. But I couldn’t resist letting my hand continue to slide further “south” until it hooked around the hem of my short skirt, and turn upward toward my moistening target. My thighs parted as much as they could under the cramped circumstances, and the edge of my skirt blew up in the wind so that I had free access to the crotch of my panties. Even before my fingers reached all the way up to my satin-covered cunt, I knew that they would be greeted by a spreading wet spot. That certainly turned out to be the case. If it wasn’t for the wind, I surely would have been inhaling the sultry aromas of my juices.

I started by sliding my index finger up and down through the separating outer labia. The combination of moisture and the red satin created an incredibly friction-free lubricant. And I discovered that I could hook my finger down and in so that the tip of my finger could trace all the way from where my asshole pressed against the seat, up into the entrance to my vagina, over my urethra, and finally popping over my clitoris. Repeating this motion several times, I found my entire body twitching each time that my fingertip bobbled my clitoris, and this resulted in a little swerve of the car. Fortunately, that road from the village to my cabin was deserted and fairly wide, for I was straddling and swerving around the imaginary center line of the gravel road.

“Jeez, that feels so good,” I thought. I was tempted to just pull over to the roadside so that I could really masturbate with vigor, maybe using both hands, one on my cunt and the other massaging and twisting my tingling nipples. I knew that if I did, my clitoris and my breasts would feel connected to one another in a triangular vortex. The raw sexual energy would echo back and forth among these erogenous zones, strengthening with each reverberation until I reached the crest of my orgasm.

“Yes. Oh yes! That’s what feels good,” I thought. “And I need it, a I deserve it. This is my vacation, after all.” As these thoughts flitted, trancelike, through my mind, I continued to teasingly pluck at my clitoris as if it was the string of a standup bass. Suddenly my trance was broken as I noticed that I was coming up on the driveway to the cabin. I needed to pull my left hand quickly up from my crotch to the steering wheel so that I could swerve my little sports car into the driveway.

I made the turn without mishap, and once I had my car about 30 feet away from the road, I turned off the ignition. Tilting my head back on the headrest, I stared up though the thick branches of the birches around me. The sound of the leaves rustling in the wind, and the birds chirping away, was both relaxing and mesmerizing. I was just about to fulfill my preconceived notion of masturbating when I heard another car rumbling down the gravel road. I was unconcerned, knowing that I was hidden away in my driveway. I was surprised when the sound of car on gravel let me know porno izle instinctively that the oncoming car had pulled into my driveway, right behind me. I whipped my head around, simultaneously pulling down my skirt, and looked to see who had intruded on my space, and on my intended auto-erotic plan.

It was a state police car.

“What the hell is happening?” I questioned myself silently. “I know that I wasn’t paying very close attention to all of my surroundings while I was driving, but surely I was not speeding.” It then dawned on me that the cop must have been following me, and was probably upset at my erratic driving skills.

Several minutes passed, and I knew from having gotten speeding tickets that he was probably checking my plate number through his computer. But it made me feel tense and fidgety to just sit there waiting, especially as I had been so abruptly interrupted in my self-loving lust. I tried to relax by gazing down my driveway, wishing I was safe in my cabin where I could continue my plan in peace and quiet.

Finally I heard the car door open and close. When I slowly turned my head to the left, I was staring right into the black shiny belt of the cop, and then I let my gaze scan upward to his face way above me. These little sports cars are low, and he was a magnificently tall and well-built specimen of a law enforcement officer.

When my eyes found his, I could see that they were not locked on my eyes, but were instead wandering downward to my chest and my breasts which were straining against the white silk as my head tilted back. Surely my nipples were jutting out and clear to his sight. Then his eyes swept further down and he must have been looking at my skirt.

When I too glanced down at myself, I could see that my attempt to pull down my skirt had been only partly successful. My panties were not visible, but most of the rest of my thighs were. I was startled to see streaks of moisture tracing down on the surface of my skin, reflecting the bright sunlight. These were obviously painted onto my thighs by my fingertips as they were hurriedly pulled away from my cunt. “Is that what he’s looking at? I wondered. I began blushing as this chain of mental inquiry continued. “Does he know where that liquid originated? Is he imagining where those tracks of moisture lead as they disappear up under my hem?”

“License and registration, please,” he said, and I thought I detected a little catch in his voice. Perhaps this situation made him nervous too. I leaned over to the glove compartment, and I was sure that he could see from the smoothness of the silk stretched over my back that I was not wearing a bra. Men notice these things.

I pulled the required items out of the glove compartment, and reached upwards with my left hand to give them to him. As he gripped the papers, I could see him take a deep breath, and it seemed likely that he could smell the strong odor of my cunt on my fingers. “Am I imagining it, or are his eyes twinkling with his insights about my behavior of a few moments ago?” raced through my mind, making my pulse accelerate. After all, it was only 3 or 4 minutes ago that I was firmly stoking my entire cunt, and now it appeared I was giving strong hints to a perfect stranger that I was recently masturbating.

Handing my papers back to me, he proceeded to give me a lecture about my poor driving, and he explained that this could be very dangerous. But his tone of voice was not harsh, or scolding, or condescending. He was actually very gentle and compassionate, and his words sounded like sweet honey as they dripped off his tongue. I was also becoming certain that he was going to let me off without a ticket, which was a relief since I already had too many other tickets.

But I was surprised when he told me that he suspected that I had been drinking, and that it was his responsibility to check that out. I felt like telling him that I was intoxicated by wild sexual fantasies; not by alcoholic beverages. But I bit my tongue. He asked me to step out of the car so that he could check for open containers of booze.

He stepped aside as I opened the car door, and there was no way to avoid giving him a big flash of my wet red panties as I swung my legs out onto the driveway. When I pulled myself up into a standing position, he was so close to me that I couldn’t help but brush my breasts against his arm. My nipples were still hard little nubbins, and they shot little jolts of sexual charge back into my tummy as they popped over his sleeve one by one.

As I stood over to the side leaning languorously against one of the big white birch trees, I watched him slowly circle the car, and when he got around to the passenger door, he opened it and bent down and picked up a stack of papers from the floor of the car. As he flipped through the pages, I was trying frantically to remember what those papers were about.I remembered!! “Oh no! Those are the printouts of all of the erotic fantasies that I’ve posted to porno Literotica on the Internet,” I mentally wailed. “Is he reading closely enough to get the drift of the narrative?”

He cleared his throat. “Ma’am, I’m sure that this is your writing, since your name ‘Sue’ is on each of these stories as well on your driver’s license,” he stated.

I was trying to come up with a response, when he continued. “I need to tell you that your stories are terrific,” he said with a grin. “I have been an enthusiastic admirer of your stories. I’ve been reading them on the Literotica ever since your started posting them. I never dreamt I would get to meet you in person.”

I was not sure whether to be embarrassed or proud, but it certainly brought more of a hot flush to my cheeks. Before I had a chance to figure out how to respond to this revelation, he started asking more questions about my bad driving. “Do you have any explanation for why you seemed to lack control of your vehicle just now, or do you always drive like that?” he questioned.

“Well, officer, I know I’m a good driver, but my mind was preoccupied today,” I explained.

“That’s not very convincing, Sue,” he rebutted. “Most people have a lot on their minds when they are driving. That still doesn’t explain what I observed when following you — the sudden little jerks of the car that appeared almost rhythmic.”

God! I was becoming more certain that he knew what I was doing, for he had had plenty of hints: the smell of my fingers…, my hard nipples…, my raised skirt…, the streaks of my cunt juices on my thighs…, the stack of stories that reveal my fascination with wild and erotic sex…, and of course the details of how badly I was driving. Of course he knew — cops aren’t stupid, are they? He knew, but I realized that he wanted me to admit it out loud. He was not going to let me just slink away to my cabin. “What the hell,” I thought. “I’ll give him what he wants, and maybe more than he knows!”

So I told him.

Walking close to him, so I could look him directly in his face, I said, “My mind was fixated on some wild sexual escapades that I have experienced recently. The wind and sun pouring into the convertible today made me feel so aroused. I fondled my own breasts and pinched my nipples. I also reached under my skirt and caressed my cunt through my panties. I was so wet. The strums of my fingertip over my clitoris caused me to jerk the steering wheel around. I finally reached my driveway, and I stopped my car right here expecting to have the chance to complete my masturbation. I was so turned on, I could not even wait until I reached my cabin.”

“I’m sorry that I interrupted you,” he said with a kindly grin on his face.

“Of course you should be sorry,” I thought. “And now, officer, I’m feeling thoroughly frustrated and impatient with what has happened.”

“Well,” he continued, “it is my sworn duty to the state of Maine and all of the people therein to serve in whatever ways are needed. So please let me serve you so that your frustration can be relieved.”

“It’s about time you offered,” I said with a dawning smile. With that, I reached out to him and gave him a deep-throating French kiss, wrapping my arms and one leg around him. Everywhere that I touched him he was all muscles and equipment. Gun, badge, belt, nightstick, handcuffs,… and underneath, there was obviously a wonderful hunk of a man. Trim and strong, clean-cut and young. Just the way that I like them (or at least half the time. Sometimes I like the wild and scruffy looking. But that is another story).

When he started to slide his hands down my back and into the top edge of my skirt, I pulled away and walked over to the front of the car. Facing him, I hitched up my skirt and tucked it into the waist band. Now he could finally see my red satin panties. I grasped both sides of the front of my blouse and pulled it open, popping open all of the buttons. One or two flew off, but I did not care.

My breasts flashed into view and bobbled around as I began repeating the caresses that I had started in the car earlier. First my breasts and nipples. Then my crotch from asshole to clitoris. I was staring hard into his eyes, which fluctuated back and forth from my face to my cunt. After a dozen or so strokes, I reached both hands to one of my hips and grasped the elastic top of my panties and pulled the material hard. This pulled the crotch up hard into my cunt, which both hurt and tingled.

Pulling harder, the satin of the panties gave and shredded in my hands. Instantly I turned to face the windshield and leaned forward, walking my hands up the shiny white hood, and then up the windshield. This forced my torso to drop forward and my nipples came into contact with the metallic hood. Warmth from the engine radiated out and up into my nipples. I slid my shoulders side to side, dragging my nipples around on the hood. My face rested on the clean windshield glass, which I kissed and licked suggestively.

Reaching rokettube behind me, I flipped up the back of my skirt to reveal my torn panties and my smooth, tight rear. As I let my body down further onto the hood and reached back up to the top of the windshield, I asked, “So, officer, are you ready to fulfill your promise to serve the public good?” I tried to use my most sultry, gravelly voice, and I slowly wagged my ass in the air.

He walked over, and got down on his knees behind me and slowly pulled my shredded panties halfway down the one leg which was still inserted into the torn garment. I could feel the wetness of the satin dragging down my inner thigh. He placed his hands on the rounded curves of my ass. A few seconds of a deep massage, and then his thumbs maneuvered further into the crack of my ass and lightly over my asshole.

To give him even more access, I pulled my knees up onto the hood off to the sides near each headlight. Arching my back more caused my ass to thrust even higher into the air. I could feel his breath on my open wet tissues. He repositioned his hands so that he could use the fingertips of both his hands to rake up through my cunt, sliding between the inner and outer lips and rattling over my distended clitoris. He used the thumb and forefinger of each hand to grip each of my outer labia and pull them apart from one another. As he did this, he gently rolled and pinched the flesh between his fingers. That felt so good, and I could feel my breath becoming shorter as I started to really get into this attention. With my lips pulled so wide apart, I knew that every fold and recess of my inner cunt was completely revealed to him.

His hot breath blowing over my cunt was letting me know that his face was getting closer and closer. My hormones now raging, my mind reverberated with: “When is he going to kiss me? When is he going to really start the work of serving my needs?”

NOW!

I felt just the very tip of his tongue make contact with the very tip of my hard clitoris. It sent a jolt up through my cunt and it made me involuntarily push my ass back into his mouth. He didn’t back away at all. It felt like his neck and back were fixed in place, so that I could push my cunt against his face without any recoil on his part. He kept his tongue pointed and long, and I began to shimmy my hips around. His nose was now prodding into the rosebud of my asshole, which felt good too.

I rotated around so that his immobile tongue flicked over my clitoris, and into my cunt, and back and forth, again and again. Occasionally, I maneuvered my asshole onto his tongue, and he seemed to not object to this forbidden area. I was getting so hot, I was no longer sure if the engine heat is radiating into me, or visa versa. My breasts were squashed into the metal, and my squirming around was giving my nipples a good workout. My cheeks were sliding on the windshield glass, lubricated by my sweat.

Since he was not moving, thereby letting me control the tempo of things, I tried my best to prolong the wonderful feeling of the buildup to my orgasm. But eventually, I couldn’t resist the temptation, and increased the speed and the hardness of my thrusts, and the cop got the message and began to lap his tongue up over my clit with short, rapid flicks.

Instantly I was roused into a smashing orgasm!

It was the kind of orgasm that I only get if I’ve been stimulated and unfulfilled for a long time. Against all logic, I was sure that it was more than an hour ago that I started playing with myself. Finally my time had come. I was grunting — even emitting a rising scream of pure bliss that echoed through the forest. I’d stopped all movement of my lower body, and he was now gradually slowing the pace of his lapping. This was a man who knew how to read the needs of a woman. His timing was perfect.

Just as I was starting to calm down, he let go of my labia and grasped my hips, gently maneuvering me around so that I was sitting on the hood of the car. Leaning back onto my hands, with my feet spread on either side of his shoes, I watched as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his array of hardware to the ground. Then he unzipped his fly and pushed his pants and boxer shorts down to his knees. Up popped his cock, which was completely erect. It was beautifully shaped, like a perfect Greek sculpture. And it was big. As big as any I had seen before, maybe 9 or even 10 inches long curving upwards like a sword. It twitched and throbbed, only a few inches below my face. The head glistened with a sheen of precum, and as I watched, a large drop of crystal clear cum formed at the open tip.

I leaned forward and licked all around the purple head, leaving my hands behind me for support. The slightly salty precum was eagerly lapped up and savored on my tongue. I knew that there was no way that I was going to be able to take that whole cock into my mouth, but I sucked around on the head for a while. Then I lifted my head and pulled my hands up to grasp and squeeze this magnificent tool. I couldn’t reach my fingers around its girth. “With a cock this big, what need does he have for a night stick?!” I wondered silently, a smile playing on my lips.

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Sitting in the breakfast diner that evening, Erik folded the menu up and decide to have an omelet. He was waiting to meet with a contractor he had located after an internet search. He hoped he had found someone worthy of an extended relationship. He hadn’t rejected the idea of working on a strip club and Erik considered that a good sign.

His waitress walked up with a pitcher of sweet tea. “Know what you want hun?” she asked, her words having a lazy slur that matched her slouching posture. Her sky blue button down shirt held a nameplate that read ‘Sandi’. She was a stout woman in her forties with a red lipped smile.

Erik told her his order and looked up as the glass door opened. A man who looked to match the picture from Erik’s earlier search walked inside. He was tall with short curly hair cropped professionally close to his head. He wore tan carpenter style work pants with a blue polo. An attractive brown skinned woman in a dark floral dress followed him in, holding the man’s hand. Meeting Erik’s eyes, he raised a hand, signaling that he had spotted Erik. Erik nodded back. His forgotten waitress trundled off.

Erik’s eyes traced the curves of the woman’s black dress quickly, unable to stop himself but looked away after a second. She was stunning in the split second he had to look at her. The dress hugged wide hips and smoothed over her thighs.

Unadulterated lust filled his mind, his loins twitching then surging down his pant leg as an unbidden image of her bending over the table flashed. He imagined his hand running up the insides of her thighs, the soft tan flesh cool against his fingers. The wetness of her lips would meet his fingertips and he knew her petals would part for him.

Standing up to greet them Erik dashed the daydream away.

“This is my wife Camila,” Richard, the contractor said. Erik took a moment to study her beauty. She had rich, chocolate colored eyes set in a round face with dark eyebrows that curled up slightly in the middle. Long, almost black hair shone in the terrible diner light, framing her face asymmetrically with one side tucked behind an ear and the other shadowing one cheek. Winged eyeliner drew him to her round cheeks, dotted with a pair if dimples. Deep purple lips smiled wide.

She was diminutive in height compared to her husband who stood several inches taller than Erik whom also stood a head taller than her. She was thick bodied with breasts that swelled out above a flat, if wide, waist. He didn’t look down any further and had to drag his eyes up before being too obvious at staring.

“I hope you don’t mind that she came but when I told her about the projects she insisted on coming.” Richard said.

Erik didn’t mind at all. “A beautiful woman is always welcome, I’m sure your feminine taste will be greatly beneficial Camila.” Erik said, inciting a laugh from her.

“Careful, she’s a flirty one,” Richard said with a smile at his wife. She tried to hide a blush. “She might get a crush on you.”

Camila playfull slapped his arm with the back of her hand while giving him an eye roll. Richard just smiled back at her.

“I’m sorry, not trying to be rude.” Erik said. He hadn’t meant to be so forward like that.

“It’s okay, I’m glad you think I’m pretty,” Her eyes flashed at him when she spoke, a thick latina accent laced her voice, “Besides, what do two strapping men know of the work it is to be a beautiful woman?” her look intensified, “I will make sure you give your girls what they need Mr. Erik.” She smiled at him, her eyes trying to penetrate into him.

“You’re right, I don’t know anything of being a beautiful woman, so I’m glad you came.” Erik said, trying to be encouraging. If he wasn’t careful Camila was going to wrap him around her finger. He would have preferred to wrap her around himself instead. He twitched inside of his jeans thinking of the sounds her accented voice would make when he forced an orgasm from her.

Erik looked at Richard and found the man staring at his wife, almost bewildered. Richard then met Erik’s eyes and laughed, “I don’t think I’ll ever get over how sassy she is.”

Laser beams shot from her beautiful brown eyes directly at Richard, but Erik was confused. She had seemed the epitome of perfect wife.

Richard noticed and explained, “She had been giving me lots of shit over something earlier and I think she might be mad at me.”

“He has another meeting to go to alone and I’m not happy I have to be alone Mr. Erik.” Camila was defensive but giving Richard a haughty stare. “Maybe he will be good man and not leave me alone.”

Richard smiled somewhat sarcastically, “I hope the experience is all you hope and dream of Camila.”

Richard chuckled and wiped at the table before settling his arms on the table, “I lured her to me with a promise of a green card, you know,” he winked at Erik as he made the joke.

Erik snorted and Camila slapped at Richard’s arm. “He was a good man with money too, we can’t forget that I married you for your money.” Her tone was at liseli porno least half joking, he thought.

“Ah yes, the money mustn’t forget that.” Richard was joking and smiling but Erik caught a hint of something else he couldn’t place.

“So, tell us of your plans Mr. Erik, I was very impressed when you said you wanted to take care of your dancers.” Camila leaned forward, her breasts bulging over the table.

Erik eyed her wet lips and imagined how soft they would be wrapped around his cock. Coughing, he pushed the image away and looked her in the eye. As he spoke, he made eye contact with Richard a moment later and as he explained his hopes and general ideas to them, Richard nodded absently and looked around but Camila seemed to hang on his words.

While he spoke his omelet arrived and Richard ordered food for him and Camila while she kept her attention rapt on Erik. He didn’t eat yet, deciding to wait until their food arrived so as not to be rude.

“Are you sure you have the business to warrant these investments?” Camila asked after he was done.

Erik was confused, “What do you mean?”

Camila went on while Richard picked up his phone and began playing on it. “The business, the,” she paused, searching for the words, “The customers, do enough of them come? You don’t want to put in a bunch of money into your club unless it will help get you more money, right?”

“Well, yes I do hope to continue to make money, I’m hoping to be more than that.” Erik said.

“Ahh,” she nodded, smiling at him and then pointed, “Take care of dancers, dancers take care of customers, right? Smart man.”

Erik smiled, “Exactly. Honestly, I have no idea if i have enough business right now because I don’t know what the business is like, I’ve only had the club a few days but I know the girls deserve better.”

Camila paused for a moment, staring at him, then said, “You are a good man. I like you.”

Their food arrived and together they all three began to eat. His omelet was lukewarm but he didn’t care. It could be cold and he would have still ate it. They all took a few bites then Richard wiped his mouth.

“So you said that there is a dressing room you want to fix up first then the lounge area needs work and then a large area in the back right?”

Erik nodded. “There is a ton of work to be done.”

Richard took a drink and then looked Erik in the eye. “You do know that this will all cost quite a bit right?”

“It’s also going to take lots of time. We’re going to be working together for over a year I expect.”

Camila spoke up again, “I like the sound of that.” She was leaning one cheek on the bunched up palm of her hand.

Richard looked sideways at his wife and smiled, “You know, why don’t you take the lead on this one. I was going to try and go by the club tonight and take a look but why don’t you go instead?”

Erik felt the shift and knew that he wasn’t going to be working with Richard regardless of her answer but that didn’t bother him. Camila though, did she have the capability to actually run these projects? “Are you sure Richard?”

Richard closed his eyes and shrugged, “Sure, she knows all of the same people I do” he opened them again, “and I’ll be there to back her up if something happens.” Richard leaned forward on his elbows despite the plate of food, “She’ll probably take over on me anyway. She’s way more vested in this than I am. It’s the perfect thing for her because its a series of small jobs over a long period of time. I’m more into hundred thousand dollar renovations. You’re probably looking to spend that in a year. I’ll make that in a few weeks.”

Erik sat back, taken aback, “Oh, I had no idea you did business like that.”

Richard shrugged again, lacing his fingers behind his head and leaning back, “It’s alright, we wanted to meet with you anyway.”

Erik scrunched his brow, “Why?”

Camila spoke, “For me. I wanted to meet you,” it was her turn to glance sideways at her husband, “He has a plaything on the side and I want one too.”

Erik shook his head, confused “What?” He felt as though he had been lured into a trap somehow.

“Camila and I have an open relationship and she is wanting to network with more people. Meeting you would help with that.” Richard said.

He connected a couple of points in his mind. Being his contractor would allow her to act independently of Richard with people she knew and some she didn’t. Most men weren’t chastened by the fact she was a married woman and in fact she could hide that if needed while finding partners. It was actually kind of perfect.

“You are late, aren’t you?” Camila said to Richard.

“Not yet, but I will be soon.” Richard leaned forward and caught the waitresses eye, signaling for the check.

“Well, don’t let me hold you guys up if you need to go.” Erik piped up. He didn’t want to hold them back and he wanted to make sure to be polite, “I’ll get the check too.”

Richard met Erik’s eyes, “Yeah? mobil porno Okay thanks, I do need to go, Amy will be waiting for me.”

Richard stood and Erik followed a split second behind him, offering his hand for a handshake. Richard took it and departed almost in a rush. Erik sat back down.

“That was…”

“Rushed?” Camila finished for him.

“Yeah, but it’s okay.”

Camila reached out and rested a hand on his, “Don’t worry about him, I’ll take care of you.” she smiled her dimpled smile at him, her wet lips parting over white teeth.

Erik smiled back at her and thought about how she would taste with her mouth pressed against his. “I won’t, you’re so beautiful I don’t even remember his name. How did we meet again?” he joked.

She laughed then asked, “Is your club open now? Maybe I could see it?”

“Yeah! Sure, but I doubt i have the most luxurious of vehicles.” Erik picked up the check that Richard had left behind. Almost all of the food was untouched on the table, all of their time spent talking.

She laughed once, “It’s okay, I won’t be looking at it much.” She winked at him and together they stood.

She excused herself to the bathroom and he paid the waitress at the single register, leaving a large tip.

She took his arm in a comfortable fashion after she left the bathroom and they left together. At his truck, he walked her to the passenger door and opened it for her.

“Gracias,” she said, her accented voice like a spicy sweet sound to his ears. A minute later and he was in his seat and they were driving out of the parking lot.

“What is your love life like?” Camilla asked once he was on the main road.

Erik laughed, “Mine? Man, I don’t know how to describe it. Up until lately, it was dead in the water.”

“What changed?”

“When I started dealing with this strip club, things started happening for me. I sort of stumbled into a couple of encounters and now I’ve met you and,” he trailed off, glancing at her.

She turned in her seat, then placed a hand on his thigh.

“You are very cute and I think your cock would taste wonderful.”

Erik looked at her again, studying for a second before his eyes went back to the road, stunned. “Wow, uh, thank you?” He tried to hold back a nervous laugh but failed.

“Your welcome. Can I try it?” She asked. Her tone held no hesitation. It wasn’t business like either, it was pragmatic, almost like she was asking to borrow a sweater.

“Right now? You want to put my cock in your mouth?” He asked, eyebrows rising up, his surprise growing. He couldn’t deny the jolt he felt down his spine, thinking of her in his lap.

She nodded, he sawnout of the corner of his eye.

“Sure, since you asked so nicely.” Erik glanced at her, letting a small smile flash. “What about if I cum?”

She moved towards him, her hand snaking over his thigh. It began rubbing his crotch. His shaft filled with blood and she found it in his pant leg. Cupping and rubbing she responded, “Mmm, I hope you do. I will swallow all of it. I really enjoy the feeling of my mouth being came in.”

He felt her fingers work his pants until she could slip her hand inside if them. A second later, her small fingers wrapped around his member. With a little adjustment, she managed to get it out.

Once he was exposed to the air, Camila wasted no time in getting him into her mouth. Her dark hair dipped down and he felt hot saliva and soft lips engulf him. A moan fell from his mouth as her dark hair bobbed up and down, stroking his flesh with her lips and tongue.

She worked slowly on him, moaning. Erik couldn’t feel the vibrations but knowing she was enjoying herself made up for it. She pulled up and exaggerated the pop sound his head made as it left her mouth.

“You do taste good,” she said. He could hear the smile in her voice.

Her teeth grazed his hard flesh and he looked down to see her face turned sideways so she could hold him in her mouth like a bone. She slid down and back up a few times then stopped at his base. The next feeling was a wet probing into his pants, her tongue touching and flicking his balls that were still inside of his pants. A second later she was bobbing up and down on him again.

He drove with no destination in mind. He knew where they were going of course, but he missed a turn, then after correcting he missed another turn. He let his hand fall on her back, rubbing her back through the dress she still wore.

Camila’s hand took hold of his cock at the lowest point, and she started small motions that matched her mouth. Erik lost himself in the rhythm, his vision swimming. It felt like she was trying to milk the life out of him and he was going to let her.

His vision cleared a moment and he realized he had slowed down considerably his truck now crawling along the road. He pulled over to a dim parking lot and idled. Camila never let up.

Now that he could relax, Erik slid forward a little, giving her more öğrenci porno head room.

Camila took it, plunging her mouth further down his length, her lips pressed to his zipper. Holding as much as his pants allowed, her tongue swirled around his cock. He ached to cum in her mouth and the image of her greedily swallowing him let open the gates to his loins.

He placed a hand on the back of her head, fingers slipping into her hair as his orgasm descended in a wave of endorphins. She moaned when he moaned, her lips pulling on his cock. Tingling built in his back and fuzzed his nerves with gentle electricity. Her head bobbed up and down under his hand. He clenched a fist full of her hair, trying not to pull on it but she groaned against him, nodding her head with his cock still in her mouth.

With the encouragement, he pushed and pulled with her established rhythm. The wave of pleasure crashed into his balls and they clenched tight with pressure.

“AH! Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” he said, panting. He wanted to give her warning at least.

She sucked, her hot breath cooling as it embraced his shaft, her lips soft as they stroked his cock and then he was there. Like a shotgun blast in her mouth, he fired. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Each round echoed in his mound and he relaxed his hand on her.

She still sucked on him. She pushed down, taking almost all of his cock, and swallowed against it. The motion milked even more cum from him and he shuddered. She kept her face there, milking his cum from him for long moments. He let himself grow soft in her mouth until finally, minutes later, she eased herself up.

Erik slouched into the corner of his seat. “There are no words to describe that pleasure.”

She smiled at him. “I know. I hope you will still be up for fucking me later.”

Erik grinned back at her. “It will be my pleasure.”

A minute later they were driving again, heading directly for his club.

They arrived at the club and Erik was forced to park on the back row. That surprised him, he wasn’t expecting it to be so packed.

Getting out of the truck, Camila met him and they walked together to the entrance. Two guys lingered nearby, smoking cigarettes and chatting. When they walked in, no one was near the front to collect cover charges, but a female voice sang against a steady hip hop beat.

A dozen men crowded the stage while Rachel moved her tall body around it. Currently she was laying on her back with her legs spread out to each side. Her hand slapped her pussy then she rolled over. Erik scanned the rest of the room and found Jackie in a corset carrying a tray full of drinks. He turned his eyes on the bar and found Bob furiously making drinks while Jackie smiled and took orders. She was topless with her nipples hovering just above the bar.

Erik was astounded at the sight of the chaos. His people flowed in it with smiles and jokes but it was not the calm good times he was expecting. It was like a group of sharks swimming amongst a storm, waves of hands flashing in the air, people standing or sitting down at different moments.

Rachel finished her set, gathered her things and nakedly walked out into the crowd, tits still hanging out. She stopped and whispered to a couple of guys before heading towards the bar.

Selena’s cheery voice came over the speakers, “Next up we have Bethany to the stage, ready to tease you with her sultry good looks.” Then an Eminem rap song came on.

Bethany mounted the stage, an empty drink tray set by the stairs.

Erik’s mouth dropped. His club was severely undermanned and he could tell that it needed help, any kind of help. Waitresses alone would be a benefit but even more was needed, more dancers would be helpful and definitely someone to work next to Bob at the bar plus a doorman to collect covers and provide some measure of security. He prayed for a second that a fight wouldn’t break out either because he would have to just let it go on its own, much like a fire. He didn’t have the man power to solve any major problems.

Erik began reacting, forming a plan. Busting out his phone he turned to Camila, “I’m sorry, an in depth tour is going to have to wait. I have to help my people.”

Camila said something and looked around then a moment later, while he was dialing his phone, she walked away, her hands smoothing out her long dark hair and pulling it up.

He stepped outside and made a call.

“Hey man, what’s up?” came a friendly voice, “Long time no see!”

“Ken! Dude, I need a huge favor.” Ken was an old friend from high school that he hadn’t seen in a year or more. He wasn’t normally reliable but free drinks might get him out of here.

“What’s up bro?”

Erik gave Ken a super fast synopsis of what had happened and ended with asking for help.

When Ken spoke again, he knew it was to someone else, not to erik, “Hey babe, Erik needs a hand running his strip club, wanna be a hot drinky girl and make some cash?”

A muffled female, “Fuck yeah!” was heard distantly.

“Alright bro, text me the address, and I’ll be there asap. We’ll talk later.”

Erik hung up with Ken and began texting Amber. He oddly hadn’t heard from her but everything about her hit him at once. Maybe she was mad at him. He’ll have to deal later.

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“No cuddling,” Drew said as he struggled to unlock the door. “It complicates things.”

“Fine,” I breathed, I was getting so frustrated by his rules. Drew and I had been together for close to 3 years when we found out that the love we once shared was no longer there. Yet for some reason we kept going back to each other. Well, I knew the reason… the sex. The sex was always mind blowing with him and no matter how mad we were, or how much we didn’t love each other. I kept coming back for more.

“Ok,” Drew finally got the door open and couldn’t keep his hands from exploring every inch of the body he knew so well. “Just don’t get the wrong idea.”

“It’s just sex. I don’t love you, and so on, now shut the hell up.” I was getting close to leaving, when his lips found the spot on my neck that drove me crazy. I had to try very hard not to cum right then and there. I almost couldn’t handle myself when he pinched my nipple.

By this point 1080 porno I was backed up against a wall with Drew pinning me there and this hungry look in his eyes. He lifted my knee so I could wrap it around him. I felt his stiffening cock grind up against my waiting clit. His hand was making its way up my skirt and I was going crazy. His other hand was up my shirt and in what seemed to fast too comprehend he had my shirt off and pulling the straps of my bra down my arms. I was trying so hard not to rush it, but my body couldn’t help it. I had his shirt off and his belt undone in a matter of seconds.

Then, taking me by complete surprise, Drew picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips and he dropped me on the couch. I grabbed hold of his pants and started to pull them down, but he pulled away.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. I was slightly at his need to wait. In the past that was the one and only thing that 2 k porno drove him mad.

“Not yet.” Was all he said as he pulled off my skirt and panties. His fingers began to trace the moist lips of my swelling pussy and as if to surprise me further, suddenly buried two of his fingers deep in the hole. He soon followed with a third and his tongue, lapping up the juices that weren’t being used to help his fingers glide in and out of my cunt.

My whole body was shaking. After all this time this was one of the first times I had ever felt his mouth in this spot and I neared my first orgasm. I tried to moan with pleasure but I was so intoxicated that I could not form sounds. Drew slowed his tongue lashing, pulled out his fingers and slowly kissed up my belly, to my neck and landed at my mouth. He stayed there for a moment and I couldn’t help but notice how good my honey tasted on his lips. I tried once more to remove the 3 k porno articles of clothing that remained on his body. He allowed it at last. I bent down and took his rock hard cock in my mouth. I played with the tip with my tongue and massaged his balls.

When he was close he made me stop. Drew then picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me over and pinned me to the couch and plunged his dick deep into my hole with a small grunt. Drew began to pound my snatch with a passion that I hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Oh god…I’m going to cum.” Was all I was able to get out and for the second time that night, I felt the power wash over me with a great intensity. When he felt my pussy tightening on his member, he could no longer handle it. Drew gripped my shoulders and blew his load in my cunt, convulsing slightly as he did.

He pulled out and I caught my breath. When I tried to get up, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to his side.

“What are you doing?” I asked after a long moment curled in my normal spot at his side. “I thought you said no cuddling.”

“I made the rule and I can break it.” Was the only thing he said and we both drifted to sleep in our ex’s arms.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Serendipity – 30 The Message

Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style.

LEGALESE: Don’t read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters active are 18 years of age or older.

Copyright (c) 2014 by Acup

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30 – The message

Tuesday I woke the feeling of shuffling women. Sam and Brittany had a flight to catch. They scurried off somewhere for a bit, as I cuddled with Nicole and Maria. Maria enjoying stroking my morning hard on, all though it was more cuddling than anything so I was more firm than hard. Of course I totally objected to being fondled by a naked woman with milk filled tits…

Maya began to wake as Sam and Brittany came back down. Maria had just rolled back over to us nursing Maya when they came in the room.

“WOW!” Sam and Brittany, had their hair done up nice, just the barest touch of make up except for some bright red lipstick and nails, and not a stitch of clothing on, their collars and body jewelry standing out against their tanned skin! “If I wasn’t still half asleep I’d be blowing my load on the ceiling…”

They turned back and forth, letting me look from all angles before turning to moon me as they slipped their bikini bottoms on. Evidentially there were the bottoms to match the tops they had been wearing with the skirts. Barely covering their mounds, and a narrow strip up their ass doing absolutely NOTHING to cover their rosebud. Thin enough to let the shine of Brittany’s pussy jewelry show through, and topped with those oh so familiar and loved micro bikini tops, again letting the shine of their jewelry show through.

Unfortunately those had to be covered today, Brittany in the vest and skirt Nicole had worn the first time, and Sam with her newly trimmed down jacket, VERY low neckline letting the string of her bikini top show just a little, and the skirt that only came an inch or so below the jacket hem, and neither of them would cover anything if she bent over very far.. “Damn Maria, that’s the sexiest pilots uniform I have ever seen. You might have to market them somewhere..”

She gave me a quick peck and a grin, “Don’t think there are many that would be brave enough to wear them.”

I turned back to Sam, “You could always use the jacket for your X rated Halloween party outfit…” she just stuck her tongue out at me. She was going to say more, but a honk from outside meant Justin was here. They grinned at each other and scampered out the door like to kids off to summer camp away from mom and dad…

We laid there a bit, me with two and a half women with me. Nicole on one side laid over partially on my chest watching Maya nurse, and Maria on her back on the other side, cradling Maya nursing on the far tit.

Nicole reached over and stroked Maya’s hair, “She sure is getting big…”

Maria reached over to stroke her daughters hair as well, the two girls fingers bumping into each other with no notice. “Yea, she’s about outgrown her carrier. Going to be putting her in a bassinette or playpen soon.”

I reached around her neck to stroke her tit just above the nursing Maya, feeling her draw a quick breath at my touch. “How soon are we going to need to go shopping?”

Maria smiled at me and snuggled a little closer, putting her head on my shoulder and bringing my hand to her other tit, but not close enough to actually touch that nipple standing up like it was going to burst. “No shopping necessary. We have plenty in the family. Uncle Martin is going to bring a couple over next week for both here and over in my shop.”

My stroking her tit above the nipple was beginning to have an effect on her, in a most interesting way. I could see her areola trying to crinkle up, but when it did her nipple would swell a bit. And after about the third try and standing up, a drop of milk formed at the tip of her nipple like a little white jewel.

“Now see what you’ve done. I’m going to dribble all the way to the kitchen.” She said with just a hint of a smile at the thought.

“Well we can’t have that.” And I pulled my arm out from under Nicole’s neck and rolled over to take her nipple in my mouth. I could feel her milk squirting against the back of my mouth when I had barely touched her, and almost blasting against it as the weight of my mouth settled on her tit before I had even began sucking.

There was a sharp hiss from Maria, then a soft running dialog of Spanish as she put her hand on the back of my head. I got several nice swallows of milk, enough for her not to be squirting when I wasn’t sucking, and pulled my mouth away from her tit. I looked up at Maria, eyes closed, breathing fast, and some perspiration forming on her upper lip. She cracked an eye to look at me, and I smiled back. “No more dribble problem!”

Maria closed sarışın porno her eye and groaned and Nicole chuckled behind me. Maria sat up without dislodging Maya and headed for the kitchen. I heard her getting her stuff out as I rolled back over to Nicole. She had an accusatory grin on her face, I just shrugged making her smile and shake her head.

Nicole gave me a nice kiss, and began to turn down like she was headed for my cock and a morning blow job, but I stopped her. “Babe, as much as I enjoy your morning blow jobs, there is another female nectar I’m thirsty for this morning.” And I reached down to cup her mound.

She put her hand over mine, pushing my finger into her slit, then pulling it back out and bringing my own wet finger to my lips. “And I suppose you don’t want just a taste do you? You want it direct from the source.” with a big grin.

“Best way there is…” pulling her over me a bit.

“Oh I guess… I could sit on your face and let you put your tongue in me and see what you could find,” trying badly not to crack a smile…

Nicole knee walked up me. I kept one hand behind my head and the other beside me as she stopped above me and looked in my eyes as she slid her knees apart to lower herself to me.

“MMMMMMMM…MMMMMMMMM…mmmmmmmmm…” as I was silenced by her delicious pussy, those pink inner lips surrounded by her chocolate skin. I brought my hand up to her ass, and cupped and squeezed as I slid my tongue between her lips enjoying her dripping nectar. Running my hand over her soft firm cheek, letting my fingers run through the crack of her ass.

“Nice…” she moaned.

I brought my other hand up to her belly just above her mound. I could feel her trembling as my hand slowly slid up to her tit. “DANNY! That’s not fair playing with my niiiiii…” I caught her nipple between my middle fingers, the heel of my palm against the base of her firm little mounds.

Nicole leaned forward into my hand a bit, giving my other better access to her pussy below my chin. God it was soooo terrible to be trapped below a flowing pussy, her juices starting to run down my cheeks.

I started to slide my finger toward her pussy, just clearing my chin. “NOOOOOO, NOT YOUR…OH FUCK YESSSSS. STUFF MY PUSSYYYYYY. YOU KNOW THAT’S NOT FAIR. ” I was working her pussy with different fingers making sure they were well lubricated with her juices.

Nicole was twitching every time my palm bumped her crotch, then I held back a second and lined up for the good one. Middle two fingers to her pussy and index toward her ass, I barely touched her ass and…

“NOT MY ASS TOOOOoooooooo…” Nicole fell forward again the couch trapping my hand between the cushion and her chest as I drove my fingers into her. There we such lovely noises escaping the cushions as I kept fucking her ass and pussy with my fingers as she flooded my mouth and face with her juices faster than I could swallow.

I kept going as long as my arm could take it, then pulled my fingers from her and kept licking and sucking at her, Nicole didn’t have the strength to move off me and couldn’t control her twitching as I flicked her clit with my tongue. After several little jumps she got the energy to roll off me and sit beside my head.

Nicole looked down at me and started giggling, taking a corner of the blanket to wipe my face. After a few wipes I took her hand and kissed the back of it, getting a nice smile. That turned to a giggle when my tummy growled. “Come on, let’s get some real food in you.” She pulled on me a bit, but I had to get her up off the floor and guide her to the kitchen.

There was Maria leaning over the counter with the cones on her nipples, tugging and sucking the milk from her. Maya was really starting to cut back, there were two nearly full bottles in front of her, and the start of the next pair hooked to the machine. She was also breathing hard and a bit of a sheen on her face.

I cupped her ass and gave her a kiss on the neck above her collar, and she shuddered and groaned under my hand. I winked at Nicole, “You know little one, I think Maria got a little turned on listening to you in the living room.”

She smiled back at me getting in on it. “You think? I wonder what part. Do you think it was when you reached up and began playing with my chest?”

I kept one hand massaging her ass, and brought the other up and cupped her tit like her shelf bra would just below the pump cones, feeling the pulses of suction through her tit. Maria dropped her head and let out a low hiss.

“I don’t know, it might have been when I slid my fingers in you while I was licking your clit.” I left the hand cupping her tit, and slid my other hand down her ass a bit then let my fingers dip into her dripping pussy, NOOOOO resistance there! “yes Masterrrr…” I heard softly from under her head hanging over the pumps.

Now Nicole was starting to breath a bit harder. “You know little one, I think our sexy seamstress needs me to sex hikayeleri make a deposit…”

Maria’s head came up quick and she pushed back against my fingers in her pussy. “Please Master…” Nicole and Maria looking eye to eye…

I started sliding my hand down from her tit and over her waist. She rolled her ass up to give me full access to her. I put that hand on her ass cheek, then brought the other one out from her pussy and spread her ass wide. I slid slowly into her, feeling her quiver around me.

Maria dropped her head again, “Fuck me Master…”

I leaned over her back, pressing deep into her. “I’d rather love you…” and began sliding slowly in and out of her, still quivering under me on her elbows to support herself.

I put one hand on her shoulder to give me some leverage, and brought the other around her arm to cup her tit again below the suction cone. I could feel the pulses and started timing my thrusts to the suction, driving in as the machine was sucking the milk from her.

Seems Nicole’s moaning and groaning and our running dialog on it all over again along with my groping her lovely body had the desired effect. She didn’t last four strokes when the Spanish kicked in and her legs spread, taking her entire weight on her arms and rocking back to meet my thrusts into her.

She was cumming around my cock two strokes later, with a few squirts here and there to wet my balls.

I pulled my hand from her tit and put it under her belly, supporting and lifting her a bit, bringing her rosebud into view while feeling her belly tighten as she clamped down around my cock.

You see, for a while when I had been playing with Maria’s pussy I had been lightly playing with her ass as well. The first few times she clenched, then accepted it, but the last few she just enjoyed my stroking her, teasing her rosebud just a little, even pushing back against what ever finger was playing with her ass.

With a grip on each cheek still keeping my timing with her breast pumps, I slid my thumb in to see what kind of reaction I would get.

As my thumb touched her rosebud there was a momentary break in the Spanish as she sucked in a deep breath, then started bucking and grinding against me, the tip of my thumb just barely in her ass. The Spanish turned into something else and got a whole lot louder.

The wild Mexican woman thrashing on my cock and the sight of Nicole squeezing and playing with her tits right in front of me… “HERE IT COMES!!’

I pulled my thumb tip from her ass and got a good grip on her hips and just started empting into her. Load after load, thrust after thrust, draining my balls into that spasming Mexican pussy.

I leaned forward on her back keeping my cock buried in her, but keeping my weight on my arms since she had the pumps still going under her.

Maria reached out and flopped her arm around without looking until she found her machine, and after a bit of fumbling it shut off. She pulled the partially full bottles and cones out from under her and collapsed on the counter, dragging me with her.

There was a little Spanish mutter from Maria that sounded like there was a bit of English mixed in.

“Huh?”

“That would have been a baby maker…” I heard from her. “…I wish I could take you with me all day…”

When I raised my head, there was Nicole in front of us on the other side of the island just pulling her glistening fingers from her swollen pussy. ‘Plug’ I mouthed to her.

Her eyes flashed open, then that ornery grin I’ve seen before came over her face as she dashed up the stairs. I was really starting to soften in Maria and was about to fall out despite my best efforts when Nicole came bounding down the stairs, plug in one hand and something else in the other.

There was some noises I didn’t recognize behind me, then a little slap on my ass. I pulled back just as Maria was ejecting my soft cock from her pussy.

Nicole was there on her knees beside me sliding the plug up into Maria. Evidentially it was still a little cool from Maria’s reaction, then a satisfied groan as it seated into her and her head went back down.

Leaning back against the counter I realized what the noises were and why it took Nicole a bit longer to get the plug. She had grabbed her little white garter belt as well. She was going to strap the plug into Maria like she had done to herself back in The City.

Nicole pushed on the outside of Maria’s legs getting her to bring them together to keep the plug in, then twisted on her hips to get her to turn around. Maria groaned the groan of the exhausted and pushed herself up from the counter to turn around, although it was more rolling along the edge of the island rather than turning in place.

Nicole clipped the other clips to the front of the plug and pulled the waist band around her and fastened it, then slid her hands down her belly toward her thighs. But she didn’t stop at her thighs like I had anticipated, şişman porno instead she kept going to her knees to get her to spreading them slightly.

As Nicole spread Maria’s thighs I realized what she was going for, there was quite a dribble of our mixed juices running down Maria’s thighs. Maria was obviously running on auto pilot from her Mistresses gestures. When Nicole began licking up Maria’s thighs to get her treasure Maria screeched and grabbed the top of Nicole’s head.

Nicole was NOT going to be dislodged, she had a good grip on Maria’s thighs as she was licking her thighs like a cat at the cream bowl. There was another running Spanish dialog as Maria’s thighs were trembling again, and just as I thought Maria was going to collapse and slide down the island Nicole quit.

Instead of pulling back Nicole slid up Maria’s body, holding her hands along Maria’s sides as she slid up. She pulled Maria down for a quick but soft kiss, Maria responding out of instinct. Nicole pulled back to look at her, then pulled her back down for a little longer kiss. Maria hesitated for a second, then submitted to her Mistress.

Maria had barely relaxed into Nicole and she released her accepting her submission to her Mistress and helped her around the end of the island to a stool. Maria collapsed on the stool, and came right back up with a squeak, a grin, and then settled back down with a sigh. She looked up at me grinning and wiggling down on the plug.

She raised a finger shaking it at me with a grin and started something in Spanish. I raised an eyebrow and she stopped for a second then switched to English. “That was not nice playing with my ass Master.”

Nicole leaned over and lightly kissed her cheek, “But did you like it?”

Maria’s mouth dropped open, then she blushed and grinned before dropping her head. “Yes Mistress,” I heard quietly from under her dropped head.

I managed to walk around the end of the island and reached for Maria’s chin to raise it and look her in the eye for a second, then kissed Nicole and then her, still holding her chin up. “Nothing wrong with enjoying yourself,” I kissed her again and groped her tit while I did.

She moaned slightly into my kiss, then I kissed Nicole again still cupping Maria’s tit.

They both sat there with a nice contented look while I staggered to the cupboard to get my cereal. I filled my bowl and looked at my available milk supply with a raised eyebrow. Not only was there the first two almost full bottles, but two more almost three quarters full from our milk and fuck session.

I looked at them and then back up to her smiling. She grinned back at me, knowing I had been looking at the milk she produced while orgasming. I took one of the three quarter bottles for my cereal and used the other to top off the first two while I ate.

They watched me eat after Nicole got them both a cup of coffee. I was looking between the full bottles in front of me, Maria with her nipples still distended from the pumping, and my little chocolate pixie with her natural nipples standing out just about as much. I looked at Maria smiling, “I wonder how your Mistress would do with the breast pumps running…”

Maria grinned with her eyes lighting up, Nicole gasped and was going to say something when her computer rang. There was something muttered as she scooted to her desk, making Maria grin even more. I finished my cereal and rinsed my bowl, then came up behind Maria still recuperating on the stool.

I slid my hands up under her tits, lifting and squeezing, thoroughly enjoying the feel of them as I nuzzled her neck above her collar. I began to slide one hand down her belly toward her pussy. “Nice way to start the week. Milk chocolate pussy on Monday,” lightly stroking her mound above the plug. “Your Mistresses dark chocolate pussy this morning,” slipping my finger just barely into her slit above her clit. “And a cream filling chaser,” giving the garter a little soft snap, probably sending vibrations through the plug strapped into her.

I heard the groan from her, and I could see her expression without seeing her face, the ‘how do you come up with these things’ groan. I gave her neck a quick kiss and nipped her ear lobe making her gasp before heading up to get something to put on. It was still cool enough that jeans and a shirt were necessary outside.

I made it out to my platform and began roughing in the plumbing. With the house penetrations in, I laid the decking and went inside to finish the plumbing and drain hookups. I had just finished them when Maria called a lunch break.

I came back to the house to find Maria and Nicole dressed in jeans and t-shirts with Maria in a regular bra even, but turning to the kitchen I discovered why. Martin was here, but more importantly so were two of his helpers.

“So what brings you boys around today?”

“We have family weekend coming up,” Martin responded. “So we have to get all the playground equipment set up and anchored. We’re going to have all sorts of kids running around.”

I turned to Maria, “That reminds me, we still have to take your sisters stuff back…”

She smirked and raised her eyebrows.

“Do you want me to pack it up?” I asked.

“Naa, she may be a pain, but she’s still my sister.”

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Brendan’s email was waiting for me, his profuse apology notwithstanding, he was lobbying for another matinee.

“I can’t believe I fucked that up…, she is so fucking sexy! You’ve got to be out of your mind giving me a shot at someone like her…, but thanks anyway. Any chance I could try to redeem myself?”

“Up to her,” I replied, “but you’ve had a great start. I have to warn you, however, that nothing is going to happen for at least two or three months! She’s having some elective surgery next week and it will sideline her for at least that long.”

His reply wished her good luck and asked that I update him from time to time. I promised to do so.

Lexi and I left rainy and raw New England on time and arrived in sunny and warm South Florida to a rousing welcome from her grandmother and a great aunt. My wife’s youngest sister would be leaving the next day but we all wanted her to spend a day with her grand niece, a rare opportunity for all of us.

The rest of the vacation flew by, with lots of beaches, boating, sightseeing and generally enjoying our time together.

I didn’t forget about Elle, calling her on Thursday, a prearranged signal established if she couldn’t answer, another time set for Friday. She ignored the plan, answering on the first ring and explaining that, “…, since he’d been against the procedure from the start…, he didn’t feel the need to, “nursemaid,” me. So I’ve been here alone until Kim gets home from school and you wouldn’t believe how supportive she’s been. She’s been my maid and cook and nurse…, I really couldn’t have done it without her. But, I’m doing really well, no pain or medication since Tuesday night. I’m resting and thinking about you…, and reading…, and thinking about you…, and…, thinking about you.”

“But…, Todd isn’t helping you at all? Weren’t you told to stay in bed? I remember the doctor saying you’d be bedridden for at least a week…, who’s taking care of you until Kim comes home?”

“I’ve been taking care of myself and believe me, its better that way.”

“But…, what if something happened, you’d be all alone.”

“His attitude since day one has been, “Your idea, you deal with it.”

“Asshole,” is how I summed it up.

“But Kim has stepped up big time and she’s just as excited as I am to see the results.

“Neither of you is excited as I am…,” I told her, “and I wasn’t crazy about the idea either. Any time you go under the knife, no matter how skilled the surgeon, something bad can happen! But…, you sound great and I can’t wait to see you.”

Lexi and I flew back Tuesday night, the weather cold and rainy, just as we left it!

While I felt like a jerk for not going to see Elle first thing on Wednesday morning, discretion was always the better part of valor and I knew better. I waited until after 9:00 AM to call her, just in case, and she seemed overjoyed to hear from me and have me home. Her status at the house remained the same, she was alone…, but still confident that she would be all right until Kim got home from school.

“Todd’s still acting the same way?”

“Yes, but I think Kim’s beginning to see what a jerk he is,” she said, “the incident over her wanting to go to the mall and now the way he’s behaving about this procedure. It’s only a matter of time until some boy wants to take her out…, and then she’s really going to see what ass he can be.”

She wanted to talk forever, lonely no doubt, so I indulged her, spending a good forty five minutes listening to her talk bad about her husband and rave about her daughter and son. While she was droning on, I had a thought and interrupted her, asking if her friend Kathy could be trusted?

“Of course,” she replied, “what brought that on?”

“I don’t know, just something that you said sparked a thought…, is she married?”

“Yes, and her husband Vic is a wonderful man. If she did tell him about you and I…, I know he could keep the secret.”

“Okay,” and I left it at altyazı porno that.

Once she ran out of steam, I asked how she was going to get to the doctor’s office the next day?

“You,” she answered.

“I know that. But what about from your house to the place?” Meaning our usual meeting spot.

“I’ll drive.”

“You can’t drive and you know it. What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. I’d hoped that you would pick me up.”

“That’s what I was afraid you were going to say. Elle…, I don’t even want to know where you live, never mind go there and pick you up. To be honest, I don’t know if my going with you is a good idea.”

“Call me back in a half hour,” she told me.

The next morning I drove to where we always met, this time a BMW parked where her Town NO Work, NO lifting, NO sex and NO exercising until she gets the go ahead from the doctor.”

I looked at her, “I’m sorry, did I hear you say no sex?”

“Yes you did, and…, was there any part of that you didn’t understand?”

“No, no,” my voice serious, “I understood every word. I just wanted to make sure that she understood every word too. If you give her an inch…, a half inch…, she’ll be molesting me before we’re out of the parking lot!”

Looking at Elle, the nurse mused, “Boy has a vivid imagination, doesn’t he!”

After she stopped laughing, Elle replied, “You have no idea.”

I kissed her and squeezed her ass as I helped her into the car, before asking, “So, what do you think?”

“God, you were so right. Everything is black and blue, swollen…, the cut and the stitches are red and they look raw, and my tits…! After he unwrapped the compression bandage and I looked at myself in the mirror, all I could think of were those big orange traffic cones! There’s no…, they just look really fake.”

“Well, how do you feel right now and how long does he think it will take you to feel better?”

“He told me that there’s nothing he’s seen that would make him change his original prognosis…, two to three months… and now that I’m wearing a sports bra, at least I can breath. I’ve got to go back in a month, unless the swelling doesn’t start to go down, or the incision continues to look enflamed. But he promised that in a couple of months, I’ll…, no…, you won’t remember them looking any other way.

I took that as another good thing.

With the appointment out of the way, I’d wondered what to do with her? No matter how she looked, which was great, or how she was acting, which was as normal as she could, given the circumstances, I didn’t think that sitting in a restaurant all afternoon would be good for her. So…, I did the next best thing, which was take her to a, “Gentleman’s Club.”

There were a half dozen such enterprises in and around the city, three that were quite large, the rest smaller and more specialized. Of those, one was very special and for a very special reason. Two of the larger offered a, “Free Lunch Buffet,” and one of those two offered, “Free Admission,” as well.

So that’s where we went.

But the, “Free Buffet Lunch,” along with the, “Free Admission,” weren’t the only reason I’d chosen that particular club. The real reason…? It was where Jeanne, the dancer who’d combined with Kat to convince Elle to have the boob job, made her living.

I didn’t tell Elle that.

“Is this what I think it is?” wide eyed, her mouth hanging open.

“Best lunch deal in town,” I answered.

The marquee told the story, “Passions,” along with the pictures of today’s performers, and future, “Headliners.”

“This is a strip club!”

“That has the best lunch deal in town,” I added.

Outside and inside, it was what you got when you built a ’80’s style, “Gentleman’s Club.”

Lots of neon and dark windows outside…, lots of lights, lots of speakers and lots of noise inside…, with absolutely no atmosphere!

Since it wasn’t quite noontime yet, the buffet was amatör porno still being set up. Big dude, what Elle was referring to when she told Brendan what she thought a, “Bouncer,” should look like, introduced himself, “Anthony” and led us to a table, one row back from the Main Stage. A rather unattractive girl was moving listlessly around the stage, in some manner of undress, and receiving no attention at all from the half dozen scruffy looking men seated around the stage.

Not a good initiation into the world of, “Strip Tease,” for our girl!

“Jeez,” Elle opined, “I can dance better than that and I know I’d look better, even in this sports bra!”

“You won’t get an argument from me on that,” I responded.

A cute little girl wearing a kind of ’20’s waitress costume approached and asked, “What would you like to drink?”

Since she’d asked the doctor and he’d hesitated before allowing her, “One…, maybe two drinks a day until after you’ve come back for your next checkup,” she ordered a glass of Chardonnay. “Won’t make me crazy,” she promised, “just looking to relax and enjoy my first time…, woo hoo!”

I ordered my usual vodka and tonic.

The girl on stage, thankfully, finished her set and the DJ announced that the, “Buffet is open!” However many men, Elle the only non-employee female in the club, jostled their way into line, Elle and I watching…, her wide eyed, I muttered, “You let people in for nothing and then offer them free food…, this is your clientele.”

There were maybe fifteen men in line, so we sat and waited for our drinks. As we waited, Anthony wandered past, stopping to ask, “Going to try the buffet?”

“We are,” I promised, “just waiting for the line to clear.”

He laughed, “Not with this crowd,” he answered, “these guys will be through the line twice before the regular lunch time crowd hits and that’s in,” checking his watch, “about 3 minutes. If you’re going to grab something, better get it now.”

I thanked him and helped Elle up. Our waitress was moving towards us, but Anthony held up a finger, ordering her to wait. “Leave those drinks unattended and the glasses will be gone before you’re in line,” he told us, “these bums would lick the empty glasses if we didn’t watch them. I’ll have Kendra wait until you’re back.”

I thanked him again and we got in line. The buffet was surprisingly large and the presentation, variety of items and explanation of how it was all prepared was well done. We were back at our table in no time, the waitress serving our drinks and leaving a bill. It was $22.00 for the two drinks and that didn’t include the tip!

“So much for the, “Free,” buffet,” I told Elle.

The next dancer was on the stage by the time we returned to our table, she only a little bit more energetic that the previous girl, the lack of patrons at the stage more than likely the cause. But, as the bouncer had predicted, the club was filling up, the newcomers much better dressed and groomed.

By 12:15, the club was packed, all of the chairs around the stage full, as well as all of the tables around us. There were still groups of men entering together as well as the singles and pairs. When the next entertainer was introduced, Elle and I were both happy to see that everything about her was remarkably better. She was very attractive, her dancewear was very sexy and from the moment the music started, she was performing, her dancing professional and quite erotic…, well, Elle thought so!

Suddenly, there were a half dozen, or more, girls circulating through the tables and chairs, the two girls who’d danced earlier and those that were still to dance, at least that’s what I figured.

I didn’t see Jeanne among them.

With the two song set finished for the girl on stage, the DJ announced, “Let’s all welcome Jenna…, Jenna now on the Main Stage!”

“Jenna,” stepped onto the stage and was met with rousing cheers and “Brick House,” by the Commodores. animasyon porno Jenna was Jeanne, and Jenna was a completely different animal than the Jeanne we’d met at 2Hot!

“Hey!” Elle suddenly exclaimed, “isn’t that the girl we met at…?”

“Yes,” trying to look surprised, “I think it is.”

She raced round the stage wearing a very sexy red dress that I was certain had come from that store. It was low cut in all the right places and exposed lots of her, which gave way to lots more of her exposed as she took it off at the end of that song.

As great as she looked, which by the way, still included the eye glasses, she danced even better, the crowd around the stage now two deep. As, “Naughty Girl,” by Beyonce started. I handed Elle a $5 and told her to give it to Jeanne.

“I don’t know what to do,” she complained.

“Just do what all the men do,” I told her, “but if she gets close enough, don’t put the money in her garter…, put it into her g-string.”

“How do I do that?”

“Fold it in half first then pull open the top corner closest to you and slip it in.”

“What if she doesn’t get close enough?”

“When she sees you she’ll recognize you. She may not remember from where, but she will remember you.”

Since she was wearing her, “Go to the doctors office clothes, a sensible skirt and a nice sweater, she wasn’t going to distract the regular customers all that much, other than the novelty of seeing a woman at the stage, but I was sure that Jeanne would interact with her in some way, just to excite the, “boys.”

She got up and walked to where there were only men sitting, none standing, with her approach noticed by all of the men on either side of her. Two of them offered her their seat, she thanking them and getting ready to sit down when she saw Jeanne wearing a wide smile of recognition, and little else, dancing towards her.

Bending at the waist, Jeanne took her head in both hands, a nice kiss on the lips and a, “What are you doing here?”

Elle, surprised by the show of affection, asked the same thing, “What are you doing here?”

“I work here…, and I’d better start working! Where is…,” looking around and seeing me wave, “Is that where you’re sitting?” pointing towards me.

Elle looked and said, “Yes…,” and then back at Jeanne. “You look beautiful and I loved your dress.”

“I’ll come to your table as soon as I finish this set and we’ll talk then,” as she stood up to dance away.

“Wait,” Elle called out, “I have to give you this,” holding up the $5.

When Jeanne squatted and held open her garter, Elle did exactly what I told her to do, reaching right past the garter, pulled the top corner of the g-string down…, much too far, surprising Jeanne and the men around them! She slipped the money in and then backed away.

Jeanne looked at her, shook her head and danced away, the men around Elle giving her an ovation and throwing money at Jeanne.

Elle was still smiling when she got back to our table.

“I can’t believe she works here…, and she really looks beautiful!

Before I could ask a question, “…, oh, and she’ll be here when her set is finished.”

So, we waited for Jeanne, Elle very excited that an, “entertainer,” would be coming off the stage and then visiting our table! This was all part of her, “innocence,” the uncanny ability to be, “Star Struck,” by a stripper in a Gentleman’s Club!

Sure enough, Jeanne showed up a couple of minutes after another of the girls had taken the stage and seemed happy to see us. She was thrilled when Elle told her that she’d just come from her follow-up with the plastic surgeon, and that her, “New” tits would be ready for viewing in a couple of weeks.

“I’ll bet you didn’t have any of the problems that you read about before the operation,” the younger girl commented, “I know I was expecting to be laid up for the full three months. Hell, I was ready to come back to work a week later, but the doctor wouldn’t let me.”

The girls talked about tits for a couple of minutes and then Jeanne looked around at the crowd and said, “Hey, it’s been great to see you and I know you’re going to love your body, but I’ve got to get back to work.”

“You’re going to dance again?” Elle asked.

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Summer scanned the room looking for a familiar face – or at least an attractive one. It was easy for her. At nearly six feet tall, she easily towered over almost everyone in the room.

Summer was bored. It was Friday night. It was early. Already she began to wonder if she should just go back to her empty apartment and take care of business herself. But no – sometimes it was the hunt that mattered – the lioness stalking her prey. Slim pickings tonight.

There were a couple of attractive guys, but they were with a group of girls. Unless they became separated from the herd, there wasn’t much chance of making the kill. None of the women seemed her type. She preferred someone taller when she could find them. But if they could at least come up to her chin, she’d consider it. Too bad, there were some cute girls out there, but she swore it was a little people convention tonight.

She thought again about going home – alone. Her ad for a roommate had gone unanswered for two weeks. The only nibble had been some creeper.

Summer loved sex, but not like that. She had never been that desperate – yet. For a moment she thought of some nameless and greasy-haired biker in full leather fucking her on the living room floor. She felt a tingle and then the feeling was gone. No, that wasn’t going to happen. But it did give her more resolve. She wasn’t going home alone this night.

Okay, time to lower your standards, she thought to herself. Maybe not down to the greasy biker, but sometimes a nerdy younger guy would fit the bill nicely. Maybe one of the short girls. The truth is that, like someone trying to decide what to have for dinner; she wasn’t really sure what she was in the mood for. She’d know it when she saw it.

Loud voices near the bar caught her attention. A short girl not more than five foot tall was arguing with a thin but attractive blonde-headed guy, possibly 5′-8″ or 5′-9″.

“No I haven’t had too much to drink”, she was yelling over the music and crowd noise. “In fact, I haven’t had nearly enough.” With that, she grabbed the newly acquired drink from the bar, and headed off across the room. In the crowd, the now stunned and speechless guy probably lost sight of her in seconds.

Summer grinned. A straggler left to fend for himself. Maybe he wasn’t as tall as she generally liked them, but he would do in a pinch – or at least a poke.

Summer moved across the room swiftly before her prey vanished. She positioned herself behind him.

“Girlfriend trouble?”

“What, her?” He spun around. His eyes hit her about at the neck before he tilted his head up slightly. “No, that’s my little sister. She just

moved here and I wanted to get her out of my apartment.” He grinned slightly – a good sign.

Summer was tall and thin, porno but she was also beautiful. Her height had some disadvantages when it came to dating, but her sparkling eyes often caught envious looks from both guys and girls in the room. The guys were guessing she was too beautiful or too tall for them, while the girl’s claws often came out because of the obvious competition. She wondered how different life would be if these guys and girls could read her thoughts. They would never know how this unattainable girl was imagining them with her; together in a lover’s embrace. She imagined it as if trying on new clothes. How well would they fit?

This young man in front of her might fit very nicely indeed. “So you are trying to kick her out?”

His eyes sparkled and his grin grew wider as he laughed. “No, I just wanted her to stop moping around my apartment and get out and meet some new people. I got more than I bargained for. It’s been a couple of years – I didn’t realize her drinking has kicked up a notch.”

“So now you have to be the honorable big brother and watch out for her.”

“Exactly.”

“Looks to me like she can take care of herself.” Summer’s eyes wandered over to the table where she had seen the sister go. She was chatting and laughing with two girls and one guy. “I know those girls. They’re good people. Not so sure about the guy, but I think he’s dating one of those two. So she’s doing exactly what you hoped – meeting people.”

His eyes followed Summer’s. “Yeah, I suppose. Big brother issues. I guess I’m overreacting. I’m John, by the way.”

“Summer.”

John’s eyebrow went up and he grinned again. “Cute name. For a cute girl.” He almost stammered the second part – an obvious afterthought. He cleared his throat and took a sip of the drink he was holding. “Can I get you a drink?”

Finally, Summer thought. Free drinks was one of the perks of being a tall, brown-haired beauty. She knew she would be taking down her intended victim tonight – or maybe going down on him if things went well. She grinned at the thought. “That would be great. A skinny bitch would be fine.”

John laughed. “I don’t know that one – but I’m sure the bartender does.” John turned to the bar and was blown away when the bartender was already handing him Summer’s drink.

“You’re right”, the bartender said with a smirk. “Good luck with the skinny bitch.” The bartender glanced at Summer who shot him an ugly look.

Comments like that were why Summer more often preferred the company of women. Then again, she knew a few skinny bitches herself.

The entire exchange was somewhat lost on John who graciously accepted the drink and handed it over to Summer. “So what’s in this?”

“Simple. Vodka and diet soda. Vodka doesn’t give me a headache”, anime porno she offered a taste.

“Oh, no thanks. Doesn’t sound like it has much flavor. I guess I just prefer beer.”

That’s when Summer noticed that the drink in his hand was not a beer. “What are you drinking?”

“Water.”

“Well, that really doesn’t have any flavor!” Summer laughed.

“True. I run a lot. I have a race tomorrow. Sometimes I’ll drink the night before, but I didn’t feel like it tonight. In fact, I planned to turn in early.”

“Your sister may not be too happy about that.”

“We drove separately. That’s why I was hounding her about drinking too much.”

“Well, if she sticks with those two over there, she’ll be fine. They won’t let her do anything stupid.”

John nodded as he took another sip of water and an awkward silence ensued. Crap, say something clever. Summer wasn’t thinking clearly – not enough to drink. She didn’t want her victim to get away. “So, you are going to bed early? Do you need someone to tuck you in?” Summer reached over and boldly squeezed his ass. John nearly choked on his water.

“Uh, umm”, John stammered.

Summer loved doing that to guys – especially the younger ones. Summer was 32, but she looked more like 25. So when she picked up a guy in his mid-20s, it was her height most people noticed – not her age.

Those extra years had given her a certain boldness when it came to sex. She knew what she wanted and didn’t feel like playing games to get it.

At this point, the tingle was more than just slight. There was something she liked about John. Maybe it was how he was being protective of his sister. Maybe it was that he wasn’t drinking. Whatever it was, he seemed like a genuinely nice and mature guy. It might not be his personality she was after, but that would be a bonus.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Summer took him by the hand and she led him over to the table where his sister was.

“Girls – and guy – John and I have decided to step out, but he wanted to make sure his sister got home okay.” The suddenness of her appearance and comment left them stunned and all four of them simply nodded. But as they walked away, Summer heard a burst of laughter and giggling. A small part of her wondered if they were laughing at her, but the rest of her was more interested in finishing off her prey and cooling the ever growing fire building up inside. She downed the vast majority of her drink in one shot. John was being dragged along like a dog on a leash.

In just moments, they had reached John’s car. Summer was a little surprised when John opened the passenger door for her and let her in. That seemed so rare. Who was this guy? He was being such a gentleman that he might just be arap porno getting some bonus attention.

John slipped around the other side of the car and behind the wheel. “Buckle up”, he said before easing out onto the road.

Summer laughed. This was getting almost ridiculous. “Well, if I buckle up, I might not be able to do this.” Summer reached over and grabbed him through his pants. She was pleased to discover that he was already excited.

John drew in a sharp breath. His voice quavered a little. “Ummm, maybe not the best idea in this traffic – though you are welcome to try and talk me into it. Honestly, I don’t live far from the club. It won’t take long to get there.”

“You’re right. It won’t take me long to get there at all.” Summer fastened her belt and then leaned the seat back slightly. She reached between her legs and pulled up her already short skirt. Then she squirmed out of her panties and threw them on John’s lap. She was even more pleased to see that he must not have been fully hard when she grabbed him. By now, she could see that his slacks were tenting up nicely. She wondered if he was going commando – something she liked to do from time to time. She would know soon enough.

Summer reached back down between her legs and touched that magic spot. It was her turn to take in a sharp breath. A tiny “oooh” escaped her lips. She closed her eyes and gently caressed herself, a single finger sliding up and down between her labia. She felt the car bump across several center line markers in the road. Her eyes may have been closed, but it was pretty obvious John’s eyes weren’t on the road either. The car jerked sideways slightly.

Summer pushed a finger into her pussy. The wetness had been building since she approached John at the bar. Now she would use some of that excitement to lubricate her delicate clit. She gasped out another ragged breath. She added a second finger to her attentions and used them to spread her lips wide. Her right hand went down to take up the void. She began rubbing vigorously. She felt herself sticking to the leather seats and the sensation made her hyper aware that she was masturbating herself in a moving car with a young stranger just next to her.

She felt the car jerk again, but at this point, she simply didn’t care. John was getting a show, but she couldn’t wait for him to join in. She was already almost past the point of no return. A moan escaped her lips. She didn’t realize it was her. Faster and faster she rubbed; rapidly flicking her clit back and forth until she could feel the imminent explosion of pleasure. With a loud sobbing-whimper, her hips began to buck and her legs involuntarily clamped down on her own hand. The waves of pleasure seemed to last forever, but it was still never enough.

Summer opened her eyes. The car was stopped. John was staring in amazement. His mouth was open and his hands were still on the steering wheel.

He licked his dry lips. “Wow”, he mouthed silently. “We’re here. I told you it wasn’t far.”

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Jenny, young, attractive, intelligent and above all untamable, or so she claimed. I’d met Jenny on the train home from work. She was sweet and fun to talk to. She took my mind off the hour long commute and added a little bit of fun into my otherwise dreary day. I remember our first meeting, how she’d sat down beside me on the crowded train and just began chatting to me as though I was some long lost friend. She won me over from the word go.

She was two years younger than me, an enthusiastic 23 year old go getter who was out seeking her fame and fortune. Her fiery red shoulder length hair framed her perfect little features. A cute button nose, decorated with nose stud, deep blue eyes and full red lips. She was 5″7, slim but with curves in all the right places and clothes that really showed those curves off. Too many times she’d worn a tight little t-shirt that clung to her generously sized breasts leaving little to my imagination. Some journeys home felt like agony, leaving me aching for her.

She knew I wanted her. She knew from the way I couldn’t take my eyes off her, from the erection I would attempt to hide behind my briefcase, so many ways she knew. I still remember the first time…

First Time

I was sat next to Jenny on the train home from work on a Friday evening. Once again she was teasing me about my profession, she couldn’t understand why anyone would want to spend their days working in an office managing a team. She looked great today, her little top once again left little to my imagination and the mini skirt she wore was more a belt than anything else.

“I know what you’re thinking.” She said.

I looked at her suspiciously, noticing the wicked grin that had crossed her face. If she really knew what I was thinking she would run a mile. As soon as I’d seen her step onto the train my thoughts had lowered themselves into the gutter and struggled to find a way out.

“You’re a mind reader now are you?” I asked playfully.

“Of course, didn’t I tell you?”

“Go on then, what am I thinking right now?” I asked.

She smiled her wicked smile and leaned in close to me. I could feel her breath against doeda my ear as she whispered into it, the warmth of her caused my blood to stir.

“You’re thinking about all those naughty little things you’d like to do to me.’ She began. “And all those naughty little things you’d like me to do to you.”

I was speechless. I sat in silence for a moment not daring to move. I could feel myself harden and grabbed my briefcase hoping to hide myself before she could notice. Before I got the chance Jenny grabbed my wrist, holding it where it was.

“Don’t hide it, I like it.” She purred into my ear.

She removed her hand from my wrist and placed it on my thigh. Her fingers traced the inside of my thigh lightly, subtly so no one else around us could see.

“What are you doing?” I whispered back to her, turning to face her.

Her eyes stared into mine. Her lips curved and the look she gave me was enough to win me over for eternity. I could feel her fingers slowly working their way higher up my thigh, tracing flames across my skin.

“Jenny, people will see!” I argued.

She laughed lightly at my attempt to fight her. My willpower was spent. She had me, hook, line and sinker. I was hers.

“Come on.” She said, standing up and walking away from me.

I was shocked for a moment but sprang to my feet, forgetting the bulge in my trousers but not caring. I followed Jenny down the aisle of the train and stopped beside her. We waited patiently side by side in front of the automated doors as the train pulled into the next station, our hands so close together that I could almost feel electricity jumping between them.

They finally hissed open, setting us free. We hurried from the train out onto the platform. Jenny once again took the lead allowing me a glimpse of her gorgeous ass in her tight little mini skirt. Her hips were magnificent, her slender body curved out at the hips giving her a marvelous hour glass figure.

“Give me 30 seconds.” Jenny began. “Then come in after me.”

I wasn’t sure what she was on about at first but then I saw her disappear into the ladies toilets. I was shocked and nervous. It eş değiştirmeli porno was relatively quiet at this time of the evening and we’d hopped off at a very quiet station, but still my nerves were already getting the better of me.

I looked around to make sure no one was watching then slipped into the toilets after Jenny. The lights were dim and a row of 6 cubicles lined each wall.

“Jenny?” I whispered, my voice aching.

A door to my right popped open revealing Jenny standing there, smiling her wicked smile at me. I watched her disappear back into the cubicle and quickly joined her.

“Are you mad?” I demanded, struggling to keep my voice below a whisper.

“We can go if you like.” She responded, stepping closer to me and running a hand across my chest. “I understand if you don’t want to do this.”

I attempted to reply but nothing came out. She took another step towards me, her gorgeous body pressing against me. I could feel my erection pressing through the fabric of my trousers and under her skirt. I looked down into Jenny’s eyes and saw a passion in them that I thought I might just drown in.

“I want you.” She whispered, sliding her knee along the outside of my leg.

One hand lowered to hold it where it was, the other found its way to the small of her back and pulled her in to me. Our lips met, tenderly at first but were soon lost to the tempest of desire that raged within us. Our tongues wrestled as our lips fought, our hands groped as our bodies swayed.

I felt her hand slide to my crotch, pulling the zip on my trousers down, she reached inside, taking my length in her hand.

“Happy to see me?” She asked, breaking from our kiss and shooting me a wink.

She gave me no chance to reply. It all happened so fast. She’d pulled me forward, my hard cock now free from its fabric prison. Her short skirt, hitched up around her waist no longer impeding my approach. I could feel her warmth, her wetness, her desire as I pressed against her. Her lips parted, letting out a low moan as I entered her.

My shaft drove into her slowly causing her body to shiver. genç porno Electricity flowed through me, the excitement of the situation almost too much for me to handle. I withdrew slightly then thrust forward, driving deeper inside of her. Jenny’s lips pressed hungrily against mine as I began to rock my hips back and forth, pressing her body against the cubicle wall and supporting her knee.

Her moans came more readily, her hands exploring frantically over my torso. My cock ached with desire, the pleasure overwhelming me as I pressed against her. Her perfect little body, covered in a layer of sweat from the exertion, her chest heaved against me, calling to me. My free hand slid under her top exploring one of her breasts, my fingers closed around her nipple, gently stroking it.

“Sit down!” She commanded, pushing me off of her.

I obeyed, sitting down on the lid of the toilet, admiring her bare legs. In a swift motion Jenny was standing above me, her legs spread wide over my thighs. She placed her hands on both of my shoulders for support then lowered herself onto my waiting cock. We both moaned as her warmth engulfed me.

I almost lost control but I held on wanting to savor the moment. My hands tugged eagerly at her top, pulling it over her head to expose her beautiful breasts. They bounced as Jenny ground her hips against me, the tiny pink nipples tempting my lips. I lowered my lips towards her chest, flicking my tongue lightly against her left nipple then gently nibbling at it. Her arm snaked around my neck, her fingers closing around my hair and locking my head against her breasts.

I was trapped there in her embrace. It was almost suffocating but my will to fight was non existent as she rode me. My hips ached as she rocked against me, the warmth of her spilling out, wet against my thighs. I could hear her gasping now as she reached her climax and I knew I wasn’t far off.

Her body shook with pleasure, her fingers digging painfully into the back of my neck. The intensity of it was too much. I could feel it building inside of me, my muffled cries lost within her breasts as my cum flowed through my shaft and into her body. The warmth and heat had engulfed us both, our juices mixing together.

After a moment we both relaxed our grip on one another, almost collapsing in our exhaustion. I looked up into Jenny’s eyes and once again was at the mercy of her wicked grin. This was only the beginning.

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“Fuck you little drug whores will take it anywhere,” Killian groaned as my ass hole stretched around his cock. Three fingers were plunging into my pussy as I thrust with him.

“Oh fuuuck that feels so good,” I cried out. I’d never thought anal could feel like this, but I was experiencing a whole new kind of pleasure.

The intense fucking and the high dosage of drugs I was on made everything feel ten times better.

“Yeah baby scream for the camera, tell me how much you like my dick in your ass,” he grunted.

I stared straight at the red blinking light on the dresser and silently wondered how it had come to this.

************************Six Weeks Earlier**************

“What do you think?” My cousin Quinn asked excitedly. Tonight she had dragged me to her band rehearsal at her friend Knox’s house. I had to admit they were actually pretty good, and the fact that all the guys were hot as hell helped as well.

“Yeah you guys are good,” I nodded.

I had just moved to town to go to college and thankfully Quinn was very popular otherwise tonight instead of watching a band practice I’d be at home in my sweats.

“Well Hade has not stopped eye fucking you since we got here,” Quinn giggled gesturing to the smoking hot drummer. He was extremely tall and well muscled with tattoos all over his sculpted arms. He had jet black spiked hair, piercing blue eyes, flawless tanned skin, and perfect pouty lips that looked like they wanted to do some very naughty things.

“Well why is he just eye fucking me when he could really fuck me,” I half way joked.

I had come to this party with the intent purpose of having a one night stand. It’d been months since I had had any sexual stimulation and I was in desperate need. I’d dressed fairly slutty tonight in hopes that I’d get fucked.

Tonight I had put on a very loose gauzy white tank top that showed more of my breasts than it covered and a very short, very tight faux leather mini skirt. The top was such a thin material that even in this dim lighting you didn’t have to focus hard to see my large but perky breasts with their perfect rosebud nipples. I hadn’t bothered to wear any panties with my scandalously short skirt and the guys who had been grabbing my ass all night seemed to appreciate that fact.

“You dirty slut!” Quinn teased.

“Whatever let’s go mingle,” I winked as I made her lead me over to the band.

“Hey so what did you think?” Knox asked me as we reached them. Knox was extremely beautiful with light brown slightly curly locks, hunter green eyes, and features that were scarily symmetrical and almost too perfect. Everything about him was flawless and it was almost unnerving. He was extremely drool worthy and I was in awe of how my cousin could hang around a guy like him and not constantly want to fuck him. From what she had told me she was just friends with all of the guys and there hadn’t been any hanky panky between them.

“You guys are great,” I said biting my lip as I checked Hade out. I could see in his eyes all the dirty things he wanted to do to me as he studied my body.

“Thanks,” Quinn chirped happily. She was the lead singer so my praise meant the most to her.

“Well I’m dying anyone else want a drink?” Killian asked.

Killian played guitar and had an extremely devious look to him. He looked like the boy next door with his golden blonde hair and baby blue eyes. However the boy next door had grown up and now had an insane body , tattoos, an eyebrow piercing, and from the look of the bulge in his tight jeans.. a very massive cock. His features were almost angelic and sculpted, but if I could describe him in two words it would be… fallen angel. He was a bad boy to the Escort Ankara core and it was incredibly attractive and intoxicating. I wasn’t sure who I wanted more Knox, Hade, or Killian.

“Lilly and I will go with you,” Quinn offered in a weird tone. Killian nodded like he understood something I didn’t and the two of us followed him out of the room and upstairs with Hade following behind.

I furrowed my brows as they led me into one of the bedrooms and locked the door behind us.

“So where is the alcohol?” I questioned as I sat on the bed with Quinn.

“Oh my gosh Lil’ you’re too cute, we have something much better than alcohol,” Quinn laughed.

Killian produced a mirror with a bunch of white powder cut into thin lines on it. I wasn’t stupid and I knew exactly what it was, but I was surprised my cousin was into it.

“I’m good,” I frowned. I’d tried it once on my eighteenth birthday and that was the night I’d lost my virginity to a complete stranger. I was a sexual person to begin with, but put me on coke and I’d be fucking anyone with a cock in sight.

“Oh c’mon Lilly it’s not that bad,” Killian laughed as he offered me the mirror.

“It’ll make you feel really good,” Hade said sitting down next to me and placing his hand high up on my thigh.

I felt completely pressured, but in the end I figured it wasn’t that big of a deal. I snorted a line and winced at the slightly familiar burning sensation in my nostril. I wiped my nose clean and pushed the mirror away.

“‘Atta girl,” Hade grinned as his hand slid further up my thigh and squeezed.

It only took a couple of minutes for me to start feeling a very euphoric feeling. I felt like I was buzzing with energy and very very sexually aroused. I watched as all three of them snorted their own lines and I had to forcibly restrain myself from trying to jump Hade.

“How do you feel?” Quinn asked.

“Amazing,” I said licking my lips while watching Hade. His hand was still firmly on my upper thigh and it was slowly creeping up my skirt.

For a moment I thought he was going to kiss me and then there was a loud knocking on the door.

“Shit,” Killian cursed stashing the coke in his night stand.

“Fuck,” Quinn cursed as she went over to open the door.

“Hey what’s going on?” Knox asked glancing around the room.

“Just looking for my good whiskey,” Killian said opening his closet and digging through some clothes before producing a large whiskey bottle.

“Oh sweet,” Knox grinned coming in. He eyed Hade’s hand on my thigh, but didn’t say anything. Killian tossed Knox the bottle and he gladly took a drink. It went around to everyone and when it was offered to me I took a quick sip before handing it off.

“So you all going to sit up here like a couple of weirdos or are you going to join the party?” Knox joked.

“We’re coming back, I just didn’t want to share my good shit with those ass holes,” Killian chuckled.

“Well let’s go partaaay!” Quinn whooped hopping off the bed.

“Jeeze someone is amped,” Knox said ruffling her hair.

“Come on losers let’s get out of my room,” Killian said shooing us. I stood and followed Knox and Quinn out.

“Let’s dance!” Quinn yelled over the loud music as she drug me away from the boys. People were dancing and grinding to the beat and Quinn and I easily found a couple of guys to dance with. They were pretty cute, but nothing in comparison to Hade, Killian, or Knox. None the less I was feeling pretty incredible and very frisky so I grinded on him anyways. The friction felt amazing and I loved how his hands ran up and down my body. I imagined they were Hade’s so when he started getting a little too familiar I didn’t Ankara Escort mind. His hands groped my breasts playing with my nipples and I moaned until suddenly his hands were ripped away.

“Dude what the fuck?” the guy I had been dancing with cursed at Hade.

“Not tonight dude,” Hade laughed pushing the guy away and grabbing me by the hips.

“Was that necessary?” I giggled as he pulled me close so we were pressed up against each other.

“He’s a douche, Quinn’s cousin deserves better,” he shrugged.

“Don’t lie, you just wanted to grope me,” I giggled.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he smirked.

“Yeah okay Hade,” I purred grinding myself against him.

“Feeling good?” he grinned.

“Oh I’m feeling very good,” I said in my most sultry tone as his hand slid down my back side and squeezed.

“I could make you feel better,” he murmured in my ear.

“Oh how so?” I bit my lip.

“I can show you better than I can tell you.”

“Let’s go then,” I said after a moments hesitation.

Hade led me through the crowd of people and upstairs again to Killian’s room.

There was no question about why we were up there so as Hade closed the door behind us I attacked him with my mouth. Our kiss was passionate, hungry, and made my body vibrate with lust.

“Lay down,” he ordered pushing me towards the bed.

I did as he said but first I stripped out of my skirt and top leaving myself completely exposed to him. He messed with something on the dresser before undressing himself, but I was too high and horny to care.

“Hade, I need you,” I moaned as I spread my legs wide and began fingering myself.

“That’s right baby get that pussy ready for me,” Hade said as he stroked his massive cock. I imagined him fucking me with that monster and moaned loudly as my fingers plunged in and out of my pussy. I added a third finger and lifted my hips thrusting as I finger fucked myself.

“Oh Hade, oh fuck I want your cock,” I moaned as I pulled and pinched my own nipples.

“Cum baby, show me how bad you want my cock,” he urged.

I was already on the edge of cumming, and with one final plunge into my pussy I finally did crying out his name.

“Get on your hands and knees facing the mirror,” he ordered. Not many guys had told me what to do in bed, but when they did I loved it and played along.

“Yes sir,” I murmured doing as he said. He got on the bed behind me and positioned himself at my entrance.

“You don’t make a sound until I tell you to,” he growled as he thrust hard inside me. I gasped and was rewarded with a rough slap to the ass.

He didn’t bother slowly building a rhythm as he fucked me hard and fast giving me no time to get used to his enormous size. I felt stretched and full and I wanted to scream from the intense pleasure it was causing me.

As he pounded me he hit my g-spot just right causing me to cry out. This time I didn’t receive a slap to the ass instead his hand wrapped around my throat and applied a slight pressure.

As he fucked me his grip on my throat tightened until I was almost sure I would bruise. I didn’t care however as I came hard, collapsing to the bed as he pulled out and came on my back.

We fucked in a coke fueled haze for what seemed like hours until after my third or fourth orgasm we finally drifted off.

***************************

When I awoke I had a throbbing headache and a serious case of dry mouth. I slipped on Hade’s shirt and tip toed out of the room.

They had a plethora of water bottles stashed in the bottom drawer of the fridge so I bent down and grabbed two. I was tugging at the back of Hade’s shirt to try and cover my bare ass Ankara Escort Bayan when he spoke.

“Well isn’t that a nice sight,” Killian chuckled. I snapped straight up nearly dropping my waters as I did so.

“Really Killian?” I chastised him.

“What you’ve got a nice ass,” he shrugged with a smirk.

“What are you doing up?” I asked trying to change the subject.

“Well someone decided to get thoroughly fucked in my bed so I’ve been trying to fall asleep on the couch,” he said as his eyes traveled up and down my body. I felt like he could see right through Hade’s thin t-shirt and I wasn’t sure if it terrified or thrilled me.

“Do I sense a little jealousy?” I teased.

“Not at all, and by the way water isn’t going to fix that headache you have right now,” Killian smirked knowingly.

“And I assume you know what will?” I sighed cracking open the first bottle and taking a sip. I set both of the bottles down on the counter and leaned back against it.

He came around the counter and stood so he pressed right up against me. I could feel his hardening cock against my stomach and I gulped unsure if I was excited or scared.

“I do,” he said looking at me hungrily.

“What?” I said biting my lip.

“Another line… followed by my cock inside you,” he smirked running his hand up and down my body under Hade’s shirt. For a moment I thought about slapping him, but his touch was undoubtedly turning me on so I let him continue.

“What makes you assume I want either?” I said half moaning as he roughly pinched my nipple.

“What makes you assume you have a choice?” he said forcibly pulling Hade’s shirt off of me so I stood there naked.

“Killian!” I gasped as he roughly pressed me against the counter.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t want it, I can feel how wet you are,” he smirk sliding his hand between my thighs.

I couldn’t deny that I was turned on, but it was still a violation and I was not down for that.

“Killian stop,” I said trying to sound stern as he rubbed my clit. I leaned back against him and bit my lip trying not to moan.

“Take a bump,” he commanded taking a little vial out of his pocket and making a little line on the counter top. His fingers still plunged inside me and I couldn’t form a coherent word at the moment let alone say no.

I bent over and snorted the line and in those few seconds Killian had unzipped his pants and positioned himself at my entrance.

“Killian,” I moaned in protest and need.

He thrust inside me, pressing me against the counter as he fucked me deep and torturously slow.

“That’s right baby just take my cock like a good girl,” he said thrusting harder and faster gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.

“Harder,” I moaned giving in. His cock felt too good to deny and I would be lying if I said him forcing himself inside me didn’t turn me on just a little.

“Did I tell you to talk?” he growled in my ear as he smacked my ass with one hand and squeezed my breast with the other.

“What’re you going to do about it,” I taunted wanting him to get rough with me.

One moment I was bent over the counter the next I was slammed down on the kitchen floor with my face pressed against the cool tile. With one arm wrapped around my waist Killian lifted my hips so he could pound my pussy while his other hand gripped my throat.

Each thrust of his was met with one of my own making him penetrate me deeper and harder.

I was on the edge of cumming when he (on accident or on purpose I’m not quite sure) rammed his thick cock into my virgin ass hole. I cried out, but he kept thrusting, moaning and grunting as he did so. The pain gave way to pleasure and soon enough we were moaning in unison. Killian began pounding my ass hole hard and fast as his cock filled me with his hot cum. I used my hand to muffle my cries of pleasure as I came in an incredible drug fueled orgasm that I had never experienced the likes of before.

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