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Copyright (c) 2014 by Acup

…the first day of the rest of my life.

Tuesday morning I woke to her rolling out of bed headed for the shower, her naked ass mesmerizing me. I followed her, but with both of us having to go to work it was just a fun soap down, even if it did include lots of titty groping and nipples in my chest hair…

She had class that night, but would be back Wednesday after work. We were all giggly and grins, trying to not have to let go of each other in the parking lot.

I took the first memory card from the first day of competition with me to work so I could duplicate it on the computer at work. I figured it was a pretty safe one to give to the electronics store manager started with since it was just the first walk through on the stage and then the showers.

The overnight tech shook her head at me when I came in, seems I had a bit of a grin on my face for some reason. “I’m not EVEN going to ask how the weekend went…” she said as she went out the door.

Gee, was it that obvious? We played phone tag most of the day, each calling while the other was in the middle of something. I did let the boss know that everything went well with the manufactures rep and that we would become a beta site. For some reason I neglected to tell him about getting a real hands on experience with her… hmmmmm?

I went down to the electronics shop when my second shift tech came in to deliver the first memory card and warn him about watching it in private the first time, and probably not at work, all he could do was grin. I also got a copy of a basic editing software that goes with the video camera so I could split off some of our wilder scenes from the ones I was going to give him copies of.

I grabbed a pizza on the way home, sitting there nibbling and looking at her things around the apartment. Her jeans still crotch up on the back of the couch, her bag just inside the door with bikini’s hanging out from her bra search this morning, her empty bottle of what ever on the counter waiting to be run through the dishwasher.

I ran the dishwasher, then got the rest of our stuff from the van that we didn’t unload Monday, her trophy for second place in her division, her little tiara, her plaque for fourth overall in the region. I put them on the edge of the kitchen island where they wouldn’t get bumped, then unpacked her bag into the drawers I had already cleared for her other stuff. Putting all her bikinis in the laundry hamper along with her shorts and tank tops, but not before enjoying her scent on them…

She called just after I got out of the shower. Seems her red hair went over real well at the office. The guys taking notice of her, and some of the women not appreciating their own loss of attention. There was a bit of a presentation in the break room at lunch, seems one of her co-workers downloaded the competition announcement and put it up on the big screen. It didn’t have her picture, but when one of the ‘snooty bitches’, as she called them, made a comment about it couldn’t be her it got her dander up.

“I took my jacket off, rolled up my sleeve, and curled my arm. The room got quiet, and the snooty bitch just stared. ‘Honey you want to come over here and argue with this, come right ahead!'”

“Oh that must have been priceless…”

“Somewhere amongst all the guys crowding around she managed to slip away. Didn’t see hide nor hare of her for the rest of the day. I did have a nice conversation with one of the partners though, he used to be a collage football player, did some semi-pro before having knee problems and going to law school.”

“…what did he have to say…” A high dollar lawyer taking an interest in …mmmy girl…

“Not much, we were taking weight lifting regiments until his wife came back in. She’s one of the other partners.” WHEW! A wife…

“So you’ve stepped up a notch around there?”

“I don’t know about that, but I’m definitely not just another paralegal any more.”

“Well hell, I could have told them that…” she giggled a bit at my comment. “So how did class go.

“Except for a few raised eyebrows at my red hair… nothing out of the ordinary… I miss you…”

“I miss you too…what time will you be here tomorrow?”

“Not sure, I’ve never made the run north from downtown at that time of day.”

“OK, well we’ll see who gets home first. Don’t forget to bring your laptop so we can edit the movies and sort out all the pictures. I got the software from the electronics shop that comes with the video camera so we can go through things.”

“OK, I’ll see you tomorrow…bye.”

“See you then…bye.” I hung up picturing her baring her arm and flexing in the middle of a bunch of lawyers… Antalya Escort that would have been a good one to have a picture of…

Wednesday was the slowest day I have ever had. There were three accidents to go around on the way to work. Nothing to do but stare at machines and give out a little change all day, I mean absolutely NOTHING broke down!

When the mid shift tech came in I was out the door in a mater of minutes. I made it home in record time…to an empty apartment. I no more closed the door and the phone rang. “Hello”

“Hey babe, what you doing?”

“Just got in the door.”

“Good, we need to make a quick run and pick up a few things. What say we do that and get something to eat while we’re out?”

“And come back here for desert?”

“I was hoping you’d say that. See you in a bit depending on traffic.”

“OK”

The next half hour was the longest IN MY LIFE!

Then the door opened, and she ran to the bathroom…LOL Seems the drive was a little longer than she anticipated. She came scurrying back out with her skirt around her waist pulling her thong up. She grabbed me, picked me up, and about crushed my chest while sucking the very breath out of me.

When she managed to put me down and I caught my breath, “So you did miss me a little?” that earned me a scowl. “So what’s the big shopping trip? New dress?”

She grinned at that. “That’s a nice idea, but no. We need to get a laptop and two cell phones.”

“Oh?”

“I can’t use my work laptop for some of our video editing, because they are software locked. And I don’t want to keep playing phone tag!” I grinned at that. “And I have my prize money to spend so I thought I’d start with some things for us!”

She pulled me close for another nice kiss, but without the body crushing hug. I reached around and grabbed her ass, getting a nice moan for my efforts, but she pulled back when I began working her skirt up her ass. “Uh uh, we have shopping to do, and I want a nice evening out.”

She tossed me my jacket and we were out the door. She even insisted on taking her car. She practically skipped into the mall. First stop was the computer store. The sales guy loved attending to such a lovely lady…right up until he found out she had talked to the company IT guy and knew what she needed. Except for the adapter to be able to hook it to the AV connections on the TV it was straight from the notes, we got a good solid mid level unit without spending a fortune.

The vender at the cell phone kiosk was a bit happier. Along with some nice cleavage it seems we had to get something with good cameras to be able to send things back and forth.

Then we were off…to the first restraint I took her out to! After she had a short whispered conversation with the hostess, we were seated in one of the back corner booths. As soon as the hostess left us she slipped off her jacket, NICE!

Under her jacket she was wearing a sleeveless silk blouse. I could see her nipples standing out a bit and the texture of her lace bra. What she did next made me want to drag her out the door…to hell with the meal. She reached for her waist and pulled her top out of her skirt, reached up behind her and unhooked her bra. She then unbuttoned her top down well below her bra, reached in, slipped the straps over her arms out through the sleeve holes before reaching in the front and lifting it out, nothing unusual so far…but then she set it on the table beside her in plain view!

She was leaning back with her nipples standing out when our waitress arrived. The waitress stopped still for a second, then she and my girl grinned at each other while taking our order. As soon as she left I scooted around the table to sit beside her, obviously looking down her top. She leaned forward and turned enough to give me a nice look at most of her right tit, with a hint of nipple with just the right angle.

We kissed and groped a bit, I know we actually tried to carry on a conversation but to this day I couldn’t tell you what we talked about. I caught the waitress and asked for our food to go. She just smiled and handed me the food already in foam containers. My girl slipped her jacket on and tucked her bra in the pocket, leaving the straps hanging out… think she was feeling a bit worked up? Since I was being groped all the way home while she had her shirt pulled open to bare her tits I think it was a pretty good guess.

She ran up the stairs ahead of me, stripping her jacket off as she went through the door. I turned to set the containers on the counter and take my jacket off. When I turned back to her she was down to her thong, and it was going down her legs as I watched. As I pulled my shirt off there were hands on my slacks. I did manage to grab and keep then up long enough to kick off my shoes off before they were unceremoniously yanked out of my hands to my ankles.

She leaned forward and sucked me in a few times, then pulled me by that same hard cock around the couch Antalya Escort Bayan and laid me out on the floor. NO, she didn’t knock me out, but she laid me back and mounted me like a woman possessed so it had almost he same effect on me.

I did manage to not cum as she sank down on me, but after looking down her shirt at the restaurant and playing with those delicious tits and nipples in front of me I didn’t last too long. “OH SHIIII…” I exclaimed after only a few strokes, grabbed her hips, and did my best to fuck her and fill her from underneath.

I kept it up for as long as I could pumping everything I had into her, then collapsed, arms falling to the floor, with my cock still buried in side her. Even sitting astride me I could feel her pussy squeezing and working me keeping me from going completely soft. “Is this a new kind of work out?”

“One of my favorites…” She pushed down hard on me and I could swear I felt her pull me up into her.

“Mmmm, I think it might just be one of mine also.” She leaned forward to give me a soft kiss. “But you didn’t…”

She just smiled at me, “So that means you’ll have to do me again later…”

I just slapped my forehead, making her erupt in giggles. Damn! Giggling woman with muscled pussy around your cock is NICE!

She leaned forward enough to let her nipples touch my chest, “A girl could get used to this…” and gave me a light kiss before rolling off me, my now thoroughly wet cock slapping my stomach as she released it.

We laid there for a few minutes, then her eyes flashed open, she grinned at me, then rolled up to her knees and scurried off to the bedroom keeping her legs together. She came back with two butt plugs, her small metal one that I bought her, and a medium regular plug in bright pink. She held them out to me, “Would you mind?”

As soon as I took them from her hand she kneeled down beside me, taking my limp cock in her mouth as she did. Evidentially the metal plug was a bit colder than she expected it to be, because she squeaked around my cock when I ran it through her almost dripping lips to lube it up.

However she did groan and fall forward on my cock when I gave it a slight twist and slipped it into her ass, taking me all the way to my balls. Even though I was starting to firm up a little, I was definitely soft enough for her to take in, and even soft I was thoroughly enjoying her licking and sucking and squeezing me.

When I slipped the pink plug in her pussy she groaned and trembled a bit, so I pulled it back out and just held the largest part just barely in her pussy while I stroked her clit with my thumb. She began to squirm back and forth between my cock and the plug in her pussy, and I could feel her trembling more and more under my thumb.

As she went down on my cock again I followed her with the plug and drove it home while putting my finger up and over the jeweled plug in her ass forcing them both as deep as I could. At the same time I was stroking her clit from side to side, making it pop out from under my thumb on every stroke.

She was no longer holding herself up on her arms, she had collapsed on me, cock still in her mouth, hard tits and nipples in my belly while I kept her pussy and ass stuffed and her clit under attack.

I was rewarded with a spasming woman on me groaning around my cock, and even though she tried to stay up on me, she rolled off to her side gasping and squealing while I kept up the assault on her ass, pussy, and clit. As soon as I pulled back from her clit she collapsed, my hand still trapped between her legs against her plugs, breathing hard next to me, tits and nipples rising and falling with her impish grin between them.

She did release my hand from between her legs and drug herself around on to my chest, “Don’t think this gets you out of a good fucking later mister.” We laid there a bit until her stomach started growling, making her giggle, and then reach for her crotch quickly. Seems she was full enough that the plug didn’t want to stay in place by itself in her pussy!

I got up and got one of her string bikinis to pull on so she could go reheat supper. It had somehow gotten cold while we had been messing around for the last hour…jeez!

She wasn’t very steady on her feet with both plugs in her, but she managed to get supper re-heated while I got the laptop out and hooked up the adapter to the TV so we could start going through the videos while we ate.

It was rather comical hearing her critique herself from the video. Pointing out all the things she should have done differently. When we switched over to the shower video I stopped it and began putting the first part over to another file while she picked up the plates. I did my best not to chuckle when she almost dropped the plates getting up in a hurry, she forgot about her plugs…

While I was separating the files she was looking around the apartment, poking her head into the small spare room. The glint off her chrome and Escort Antalya jeweled plug caught my eye, “What ya lookin’ for?”

She turned to me smiling, “Thinking about how we’re going to get everything in here…”

“And?…”

“Well I thought my weight bench would go in here, but what are we going to do with two beds and two couches and stuff?”

“It’s not like I have a lot in here, so we could just bring it over and see how it fits and go from there.” She was walking back toward me, her muscles rippling under her skin just enough to distract me.

“And what about the beds?” she stopped right in front of me and rotated her hips forward letting her pink plug filled pussy into view.

“What about them?”

“Well yours in newer, but it would be a bit crowed if we had… company…”

I reached out and lightly stroked her landing strip with the back of my finger, “And we WOULDN’T want anyone to ACCIDENTIALLY roll off the bed in the middle of the night now would we?…”

Now she was grinning and biting her lip. I pulled her closer to be able to lean over and kiss her mound beside her landing strip. “I was thinking the same thing, but what ever will fit is what we’ll do. I’m not sure either of them will fit in the spare bedroom…”

“Do you have a yard stick or something around here?”

“There’s a tape measure in the bottom kitchen drawer.”

She leaned down to give me a nice kiss then scooted off to the kitchen, a few gasps along the way. I heard her rummaging in the drawer, and then she was back and forth all over the apartment while I finished splitting the video.

She came back with a grin and scooted in behind me, reaching around to stroke my firm cock. “I think it will all fit. A bit crowded, but we can see from there.”

“Ready for the other video?”

“What’s on this one?”

“More showers and your final competition performance.” I hadn’t said anything about the one the blond and I made in the room yet.

I hit play, and settled back against her, enjoying her tits in my back and her hand on my cock while we enjoyed the show. She pointed out various ‘couples’ in the shower that I hadn’t noticed. I was getting almost hard watching these women lather each other up while she was stroking me, when I realized what was coming up on the video and that I had been hearing our booth conversation in the background pretty clearly.

I could hear the running conversation, and tried to lean forward to shut the video off, but she held me tight. I tried to protest, but she kissed the side of my neck and held me close. The real shock came when the screen filled with a bright red landing strip and glistening pussy lips.

I heard myself telling the girlfriend off in the back ground while I watch her lips on the screen. Listening to myself telling the girlfriend I loved my girl. GOD I HOPE SHE DOESN’T LEAVE ME…

I saw the landing strip leave and the view of the showers come back into view, the table shake a bit when I leaned on it, then the landing strip came walking by and the conversation start back up. I could move, I didn’t dare turn or say anything…

She reached around me and hit the pause, turning my head to her,…she was smiling! “I love you too…” and pulled me around for a nice soft kiss, the most special, gentlest, and yet firmest kiss I had ever gotten.

When she came up for air, I had to ask, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

She thought about it for a minute, “Not sure really… I think at first I was shocked.”

“About what?”

“Everything…what you said about me…what you said about the way my girlfriend had been treating me…the whole thing.” She was kind of staring off in the distance, so I let her think. I reached out and let the video roll, getting the last of the booth conversation. I kept working the video, getting it cut into proper segments while she cuddled behind me.

I got things split up and began patching the stage walks together. When she slid out from behind me and held out her hand for me to get up. She led me to the bedroom and pulled me back on the bed on top of her.

I supported myself on my elbow, and brushed a lock of red hair out of her eyes. “I do love you…”

“I know…”

For as many times as we had fucked and just plain had sex, this time we made love…

Touching and caressing, feeling each other’s breath. Her hard nipple in my palm, the heat of her pussy rising to my hard cock. The feel of my fingers sliding through her lips, and the taste of her while I licked them off as she grinned up at me. The little whimper as I pulled the plug from her pussy and bumped the one in her ass, sliding slowly into her velvet pussy and wanting to stay buried in her. Feeling her pussy ripple around my cock as I tried to keep it deep in her as she pulled me close.

I slid in and out of her slowly, enjoying every little ripple of her around my cock. Barely coming out of her to be able to feel her lips spread around my cock again as I drove back into her, rocking on her hard tits in my chest. Faster and slower, hard and gentle, until we could no longer take it.

She raised her legs and put her heels into my ass and pulled me in hard and deep. “Fuuuuuck meeee…” so slutty and yet so feminine…

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Kimmy Meets Her Darling at the Diplomatic Club

DISCLAIMER:The following story is a work of fiction. Any similarity between any actual events or any person, living or dead, is strictly coincidental.

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String gloves.

Auntie Antonia made these string gloves just for Kimmy to wear to her first face-to-face meeting with a man she had fallen in love with over the Internet. Auntie Antonia was the only one in Kimmy’s family who had any idea the beautiful young blonde had been corresponding with a much older man for a year, had become enamored of him simply through private chats and long letters, and hoped that today she would truly meet the love of her life.

Privately, Auntie Antonia thought Kimmy was in for a big upset and worried for her favorite niece, but she was happy to make the string gloves for the petite woman’s ensemble. Might as well let her have a chance.

String gloves.

They had been crocheted using the remnants of an old Irish lace fancy-dress collar handed down from Great-Granma Judith. Times, moths, and too many washings finally destroyed the collar, but Auntie tore it apart deftly for the usable leftovers. The material had long ago turned a deep ivory color. Auntie Antonia made them in zip time, sitting at Kimmy’s kitchen table and telling scandalous stories of her younger days. Kimmy felt a special bond with her auntie, who was the only adult in her large family who accepted the younger woman’s calling as an exuberant, unrestrained, delighted stripper.

String gloves.

Kimmy twists the knots and looped connections of the short, tight, openwork gloves in a nervous response to the frequent sharp pains she feels in her stomach. The Diplomatic Club is not one of her usual destinations. In fact, she has only been here by way of the newspaper photos of beautiful, famous, rich or important people at some event or another. This place is intimidating.

Kimmy is in a private parlor somewhere down a long hall and several side passages further from the huge doorway she used to enter the place. A butler greeted her when she came into the front lobby. He appeared out of a nearly-invisible alcove, silently, spotless in his tuxedo, his polished fingernails and slicked-down hair making Kimmy even more nervous than she had been. At some other place Kimmy might have put the fellow on her level with a mental question about his sexual preferences, but here he stood for authority and a social class Kimmy feared.

Deep yellow-gold walls, accented by lustrous white woodwork and areas of paneling made of a silk fabric perfect accent Kimmy’s Summer outfit. She was like a butterfly among the flowers, following the silent butler to the meeting room reserved by her long distance lover, Lange. Her light yellow crepe sundress rustled and waved softly when she walked through the broad, high halls. Kimmy’s matching tall-heeled sandals tapped out a drumbeat for their procession. The flowered yellow and white broad-brimmed straw hat with ribbon streamers fluttered a memory of her passing by.

Punctuality is one of Kimmy’s many virtues. For this meeting she came nearly a half-hour early, thinking she could have a chance to get used to the daunting ambiance, make the meeting room her place, perhaps move a table of chair just so and frame the way her lover would meet her. Instead she surrendered to an awful case of nerves. A narrow buffet table holds a little display of coffee, tea, soft drinks, a small bottle of champagne, some fruit and cheese and the best canapés she had ever tasted gave her a distraction too soon ended.

Lange was flying in from the West Coast. He picked this place because he enjoyed guest privileges thanks to a membership in a club where he lived, and it would give them both a private location to meet where no one would know or recognize them. Although their online relationship involved not only warm, intimate friendship but also lots of sex talk and play, to the point where both Lange and Kimmy suffered extreme physical desire for each other, the pair agreed it would be best to start off by simply seeing, hearing, and experiencing the other’s actual presence.

Their meeting time was nominally 11 in the morning, although Kimmy knew that flight schedules change, traffic can be unpredictable, and sometimes navigating the baggage claim, car rental desk, and other obstacles of arrival affect timing. She was prepared to wait if necessary, but it is hardly easy. She has to do something.

She explores the modest room. It is larger than her small apartment by the beach, a little, furnished so it feels comfortable but not cramped with the buffet table by one wall under a huge oil painting of some people from a long-ago time, a grouping of delicate padded chairs by a high, round table, and opposite them on the other side of the thick Persian carpet a formal couch, upholstered armchair and coffee table. Everything looks old, well-made and very expensive.

Kimmy’s exploring takes her to one corner of the room where a door stands slightly ajar. She hadn’t noticed it before she Antalya Escort began walking around, since a very bushy indoor tree partly hid it. It swings open into another room, much like hers. Her shoes surprise her by making noise – she has stepped off the carpet onto parquet flooring. The adjoining room, she now notices, is not carpeted at all, but shines with the bright late morning sun pouring through a bank of tall windows onto the brilliantly-waxed wooden floor. This part of the building has a Southern exposure, her mind observes, and she is comforted a little by regaining a sense of orientation.

In different circumstances Kimmy would explore that room, too. Now she is unsure that is acceptable, and besides she wants to be in the best situation when her long-awaited lovers arrives. She goes back to her room, leaving the door as it was, nibbles another canapé, fills a glass with a cola soft drink and sits down in the armchair.

As placed, the chair faces the heavy curtains covering the wall, the passage door well to her right. If her honey entered right now he would see only her hat above the high back of the chair. Well, fancy club or not, this is Kimmy’s room right now and she is going to fix things the way she wants them. She goes to the hallway door and peeks out – no one in sight and not a sound in the long echo chamber of the marble-tiled hall. She scoots the spindly-legged coffee table aside, tosses her purse and hat on the couch, and drags the heavy armchair to the other side of the couch. The chair’s feet drag on the thick carpet, leaving a trail, and resisting her attempts to angle it exactly right, but Kimmy manages to set the position the way she thinks is best. A few shuffles and scuffs with the sides of her sandals erase the trail in the rug.

Muted light through the curtains now crafts a glowing backdrop to Kimmy in the armchair. It is angled so when Lange enters from the Hall he will look at her in slight profile. She can see the buffet table and is easily visible from the passage door to the other room. Satisfied, Kimmy straightens her dress, pulls a little mirror from her purse to check her hair, puts her hat back on, and arranges herself in her armchair. She pictures what the man she has dreamed of for so long will see when he opens the door:

Relaxed in a deep cream chair, Kimmy presents a vision of delight. Her hat (which of course should really be on the coffee table with her purse) sets a frame for a froth of long, light blonde hair tumbling onto and behind her bare shoulders. Within that gleaming cloud he will see her wide face, with a broad brow, straight chin line, slender straight nose, well-set brown eyes above high cheekbones, a sensuous mouth neither thin nor over-full, all accented artfully with minimum makeup. Her long slender neck descends to pale shoulders broken only by the thin straps holding up the low-cut sundress. Between her lithe arms, Kimmy full round bosom bulges slightly above the dress’s neckline, appealing but not extreme. She is aroused, and her nipples show prominently through the light fabric, suggesting Kimmy wears no bra, or at least not one which covers her breasts.

Her slender legs are crossed demurely at the ankles, the skirt of her dress smoothed to her knees. The light gold material of her thigh-high stockings winks a reflection when she shifts position. Above the elastic bands of the stockings, well out of sight under her dress, Kimmy is nude.

Ordinarily Kimmy wears very sexy, “fuck me” high-heeled shoes but for today’s meeting, on advice of Auntie Antonia, she is shod in expensive designer stiletto-heeled sandals that show off her shapely feet and compliment her presentation as a beautiful, sensuous, elegant young woman. The look is finished with the formal-casual touch of the crocheted string gloves.

String gloves.

Kimmy’s trembling, be-gloved hands fetch a small book from her purse. At any moment her lover should come in. She held her armchair pose for at least ten minutes, until she just had to move around. She anticipated a wait, expected even a phone call warning of a plane’s delay or other problem, and thus brought a little reading. It is a sequel to the famed underground domination and bondage novel, “The Story of O.”

Kimmy is not much of a reader, but found these books compelling. She enjoys being submissive in sex, enjoys being tied up and helpless, sometimes even a little pain, and although some of the extreme acts in these books repel her, they make her imagination work overtime and get Kimmy quite excited. She wondered if having such a story would be a good idea before this meeting, but if she needed a book to read, this was the only one she wanted to peruse.

While Kimmy diverts herself from the strain of anticipation, the room grows warm. A whisper in the air, stirring her dress and hair, calls Kimmy back to the room from her book. Startled, she looks around, but no one is there. A glance at her watch shows Lange is several minutes late, not really a surprise or cause for worry. She is quite warm, and her crotch Antalya Escort Bayan tingles from bodily responses to the story in her hand.

String gloves.

Kimmy strips the glove from her right hand and slips the hand under her dress, looking about quickly to see if anyone is looking through the passage door. She is alone. Even so she is bothered by a feeling she is being watched. But only the air conditioning stirs in the room. She has to do something about the itching craving of her belly – between the long buildup to today’s meeting and the incendiary passages in her book, Kimmy oozes lust. She can feel it now on the fingers she quickly slides into herself, the tight muscular ring of her vagina clenching about them.

Kimmy’s palm presses and scrapes on her engorged and sensitive clitoris. The fingers curl and claw within her. She begins to flood with moisture, a musky scent of sex now mingling with the aroma of the Summer perfume splashed light on her smooth body.

Quickly Kimmy forces all of her fingers and thumb inside her grasping cunt. The heel of her palm slapping against the tender, response flesh of her labia and clit, she rapidly massages the inner walls of her shaft, feeling the pleasure grow. Her breathing becomes quick, shallow, panting. Her nipples press even more urgently against the rough crepe. She is about to completely lose herself.

Her need challenges Kimmy’s thinking mind. With a struggle, she clamps her hand on herself and relaxes. The dress has ridden up high on her thighs, if the butler or Lange should suddenly enter the room she would be embarrassed beyond words.

She considers this for a moment. It would be awful if the butler caught her, yes – but she doesn’t know him and could care less what he thinks of her. He would probably make so much noise walking in the hall and opening the door she could rearrange herself in time. If Lange walked in, well, after all the extreme things written in their long cybersex sessions, the ways he had helped her plan strip routines or encouraged her to go pick up some badly-needed cock on the boardwalk, she could maybe enjoy his reaction. Besides, she adds after checking her watch, he is so late now he deserves a little shock.

Of course Kimmy is rationalizing. Her thinking mind knows perfectly well the Diplomatic Club is not a place to be caught masturbating, or to tear off an impromptu fuck when her honey arrives. Her animal mind is already yelling at her for interrupting a very pleasing plugging of her puckered pussy. Kimmy again looks around for signs of other people, still disturbed by a sense of being watched, then strips off the other string glove. She lays it with its mate on the rolled arm of the couch.

Just then she thinks there is a sound from the adjoining room. A light, fading echo tickles her ear and she looks over at the slightly-open door in alarm. No shadow crosses the reflected light from within, no movement catches her eye. The noise was a phantom in a guilty mind.

Swiftly Kimmy returns to her self-satisfaction. Using both hands, she strokes her crotch, her thighs, the slope of her mound, the little cheeks of her bottom between her thighs, her rosebud anus. The dress is in the way, so she slides her skirt up to her hips. What a view anyone entering now will get!

Kimmy remains alert, in some distant part of her brain, to arrival of intruders or her darling. Even as she arranges full exposure of her delicious hips and smooth-shaved genitals she starts at another imagined footstep, a new rustling of the bushy plant near the passage door. Her immediate inspection still shows now one.

Fingers soon probe the inner ribbing, the secret landscape of Kimmy’s cunny and her asshole. She feels the second sphincter in her anus close about her finger at the first knuckle, then the press of tissues against the ball of the finger as she crooks it slightly to caress herself and pinch her bowel against the side of another finger making her happy hole happier.

About the time Kimmy’s thumb starts rubbing quickly back and forth across the top of her erect clit, she notes another noise. She ignores it, her breathing speeding, sweat beading her brow, her mouth pursed with panting puffs. When the foreign sounds have stopped and been gone a while, she dismisses them as another guilty worry.

Now she lays back into the chair’s upholstered embrace. She raises her legs, slides them over the soft high arms of the chair to improve her reach into her demanding body. Her hand plunges, four fingers wide and deep all the way into her cum shaft. Her thumb ravages her clit and slit. She has poked another finger in beside the one in her rear, and is trying to spread them in a “v” inside. She wants to come, urgently.

A definite noise from the other room brings Kimmy instantly out of her deepening sexual daze. The hand in her pussy flies out, splattering some aromatic body fluids down her leg and leaving a few drops on the formerly spotless coffee table. She sits up with difficulty, pulls her dress, drops her Escort Antalya legs back onto the set cushion, and glances rapidly from side to side. Two fingers are still in her ass, they feel wonderful but also irritating at this moment of interrupted pleasure. She slides them out, then picks up her purse and withdraws a packaged towelette. In a moment both her hands are washed and the droplets of sex slick blotted from the table top.

When she stands, shakily, the touching of her thighs reminds Kimmy she still desperately wishes to come. Her first several steps across the room are more a stagger than a walk. Kimmy reaches the open door, leans on its handle and sticks her head into the room. Not a soul is there. She knows absolutely someone made a very loud noise, but the entire area is empty. She swings the door back close to the jamb, leans against the doorframe, breathes heavily until her pulse calms.

Struggling with her composure, Kimmy steps over to the buffet table. Her lover is now quite late and she feels the start of worry. The Diplomatic Club seems alien and oppressive in this state of mind. She nibbles other canapé, looks around for her glass of soda – it’s on the coffee table atop a fancy coaster – then stares at the bowl of fruit and cheese. Piled at one side are two lovely, long, fat, unblemished bananas.

Without another thought she picks them up and walks back to the armchair. Dropping onto the cushion so rapidly it disarranges her hair, Kimmy slings one sculpted leg over the arm, twisting her body diagonally in the chair so her newly-exposed crotch points across the room toward the buffet table. Anyone entering from either door had a clear view of her body.

With but a cursory glance for intruders, Kimmy lifts her skirt higher over her hips. She turns one banana so its curving shape is like a half moon resting against the divide of her labial lips. She rocks the crescent slowly the length of her slit, caressing her clitoris and the tender, eager gape of her vagina. Her wetness soon shows on the sliding smooth yellow peel.

Chocolate cookie eyes roam the room, inspecting the passage door, the bushy plant rusting in the ventilation’s breeze, the front door, while Kimmy slides the banana full depth in her wanting place. when the end inside scrapes against her cervix, she lets out a low moan and shudders. Warmed thoroughly, craving satisfaction, she will come soon.

The other banana Kimmy sucks like a thick cock. She coats it well with her saliva, intermittently gasping and making squeaking noises because her belly feels so very good. With another deft action Kimmy inserts the other banana far into her ass. She begins fucking herself with both the pieces of fruit.

Her hips buck in response. Vainly Kimmy grasps at a shred of clear thought, hoping to restrain herself at least some little part and maintain her awareness of her surrounding. She is too far gone into desire and ecstasy to care. One hand pulls out a banana, the other pushes one in. Another definite noise from the direction of the passage door hardly registers in her mind, nor does some greater rustling of the bushy plant’s branches.

Moaning, whimpering, wanting release so much, Kimmy speeds the pace of her fruit fucking. She tucks the banana in her tight clenching rosebud far up her bowel, then applies both hands to speedily inserting and withdrawing the other in her flowing cunt. The end she holds begins to mush under the growing pressure of her double grip.

She sustains the front flailing with one hand, using the other to open the buttons of her sundress. Both her large firm breasts shine with a coating of perspiration after she folds the top of her dress aside. She strokes the round globes, fluttering fingers from nipple to nipple, pinching the small pointed pink peaks repeatedly, sliding her palm over the skin.

Below, Kimmy’s hand changes the grasp to clutch the ends of both of the bananas at once. She fucks front and back, solidly, quickly clenching her muscles in cunny and ass to feel the friction of the objects penetrating her, shoving her body ever closer to the edge of climax.

Dimly Kimmy recognizes more noises. She is now certain someone is in the room, watching her. She no longer cares. All her focus is on getting off. Kimmy is compelled to drive herself to completion, to come, and come, and come.

Each breast rises under her hand to her mouth. She sucks, bites, licks first one nipple, then the other. her free hand reaches down, beneath the folds of wrinkling crepe over her tummy, to rub her small flat belly and then address her clitoris. She pinches it between thumb and forefinger, twirls it back and forth, pulls it out, snaps it, flickers it back and forth until she is overwhelmed by huge contractions.

In a mind-destroying rush, Kimmy climaxes. She cannot surrender her consciousness to the orgasm, because it is taken by assault. Her belly ripples, her ass and cunny close about the bananas so hard one of them squirts its mushed meat from a split seam, the rippling suction draws the banana in her pussy up against her cervix and triggers a renewed spasm, and Kimmy shudders from head to toe – over, and over, and over again. Her cum runs out around the mashed banana and dribbles over the white globes of her ass cheeks. A small dark stain begins to form on her dress and the cushion below.

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I gradually awoke with V still on top of me. My nostrils flared at the pungent aroma generated by our sexual play. I tenderly kissed her and she dreamily opened her eyes.

“That was fantastic,” she weakly said. “Ginger was right. You do know how to do it right. You are the best, you know that?”

“You’re just a great fuck Babe. You bring out the best in me.”

“Anytime you want me, take me.”

“I will Babe. I will.”

She brought a hand up to stroke my hair. It was the hand she had gripped my dirty dick with and it stunk. “Hey,” I said. “Watch your hand, it’s soiled. With ass fucking you got to be careful or someone can get sick. C’mon we really need a shower.” I rolled her over and crawled off the bed. Then I helped her up.

“Oh my gosh!” she declared. “I’m really sore!” We took a few steps towards the bath when her eyes got big. “Hurry, I got to go! Oh, god, I can’t hold it!” V waddled pathetically as fast as she could to the toilet making it just in time before her bowels unloaded without restraint.

“V, you’re going to need to squeeze your butt like you’re picking up toilet paper with your butt. That will improve the resiliency of your sphincter.”

“Why is it always the girl that has to do special exercises?” she complained as she wiped her ass.

“Well it’s like anything else. You have to condition the muscles you use. It’s like the kegel exercises you do to keep your pussy nice and tight. I guess you could do them at the same time.”

“And just what will you be doing?”

“Waiting for you to tighten up so I can loosen you up again.”

“Well Ginger did warn me about that, about loosing control of my stool. She said if I was planning on anal sex, I should give myself a small enema a few hours before using a douche bottle. That way I wouldn’t have an accident after a work out.”

“You’d be cleaner too,” I added helpfully as I washed my stinking hand.

We showered and got squeaky clean once again. I led her back to the bed to examine her anus, to be sure that there were no tears or bleeding of any sort. Finding none, I playfully tongued her clean butt hole.

“Now stop that!” she protested pulling away from me. “That’s enough of that for now.”

“Well if you feel that way, why don’t we go float around in the pool.”

“I don’t know if I can walk that far.”

“Hey, walking is the best tonic for a quick rebound.” I helped her up, grabbed the sunscreen and coated every square inch of her body. She then did the same for me. I was a little surprised when she stuck an oiled finger up my ass but I encouraged her. “Oh yeah Babe! You know, I understand you can do some pretty wild things to me by stroking my prostrate.”

“Really? Like what?”

“I dunno. I’ve never had anyone do that to me.”

“Would you like me to?”

“Yeah, I think I would.”

She pulled her finger from my ass. “Okay, maybe later. I sure liked what you did to my ass; maybe you’ll like what I’m going to do to yours. You know, I’m not the only one who can be an ‘ass whore’ as you put it.”

“Well I really didn’t mean to call you…”

“Sure you did. It’s true. I am your slut. I love what you do to me. Like I said, you can take me anytime Maltepe Escort you want; however you want.” She smiled mischievously adding, “At the same time Baby, you’re my slut, and I’ll take you whenever and however I want.” That raised my eyebrows.

While V washed her hands, I grabbed our beach towels and sunscreen. My white ass had already turned pink and I knew that I needed the heavy-duty stuff to keep my butt from blistering. I rubbed an extra coating across my pink waist before walking out the door.

We left the swimsuits on the pub table where they remained unused for the remainder of our stay at El Sol de Maya. In fact all the clothes we brought remained unused and unneeded. We strolled through the lobby and out to the pool area, calmly exchanging hellos as we went. Its funny how after a lifetime of conditioning just how quickly you can become completely comfortable with nudity. In less than a day, we had become naturalized.

We were just about to the pool when I remembered our invitation to the open house. “Hey V, do you want to go over to the bungalows for that open house?”

She looked at me, doubt clearly written on her face. “I don’t know. Let’s not go. Okay?”

“Sure V, we don’t have to go.” A stacked beauty caught my eye and I blurted out, “Man! Look at those tits!”

“You can look David,” she said evenly, “but remember, you can’t touch.”

Trying to recover I replied, “Why would I when I have you to spread’em for me?”

“Don’t be so crude,” she chided.

I dropped our stuff haphazardly on a vacant pool chair. Then I followed her off the low diving boards. The water felt divine. I swam about for a while trying to get in some exercise other than humping my hips. V stayed with me as I tried to churn out a half mile. She had been on the swimming team in high school and she is a far superior swimmer than I am. I swam until my arms felt like they were about to fall off before rolling onto my back to float and rest as she continued to swim circles around me.

We paddled over into the shallow water where we didn’t have work so hard, near to one of the waterfalls and cave. Standing behind the waterfall, we were discretely smooching when up popped big titted Wanda with the nipple rings followed closely by two guys. Flashing me a smile, she tugged on her rings before one of the guys grabbed her, launching her, gleefully laughing into the air and through the curtain of water. I waited for muscleman Karl, but he never emerged from the cave. I suppose he was occupied elsewhere.

There seemed to be flurry of activity at that cave with couples, threesomes and foursomes coming and going. We decided to move on and get out of the way. After a while we made it over to the pool bar, where we we sauntered up and ordered another round of Pina Coladas. There was new girl keeping bar. Like Angelina, she had shed her sarong and worked in the buff. She was a pretty girl, brown skinned, black hair, nearly black eyes, with a nice body. She wasn’t quite as curvaceous as Angelina was, but hell, she was nice to look at.

We were sipping our drinks when the older guy who was next to us on the beach took a seat beside us. He looked at me and Maltepe Escort Bayan extended his hand, “Peter Tulburt.” He pointed to the woman who was just joining him, “And this is my wife, Jan.”

We shook hands. “Pleased to met you Peter, David Allen. And this is Vanessa, my darling bride.” I expected a come on and was prepared to blow him off.

“You’ve never been to a place like this before, have you?”

“Uh, no. How could you tell?”

“That’s easy. We’ve been watching you two since dinner last night. You stuck out like a sore thumb. Then this morning on the beach, you both wore swimsuits. You did get rid of them after awhile, but still it was pretty obvious that you weren’t comfortable being nude.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It took us a little while, but we’ve joined the crowd.”

“It’s okay if you wanted to wear something.”

“I know, but I now feel a little silly.”

Peter took a swig of his beer. “You two aren’t swingers either, are you?”

“No!” I quickly said. Then I realized from his tone that he wasn’t trying to pick us up. I felt that he was sincere, someone who might level with me. “Say I know this sounds a little stupid, but just what is a swinger?”

Peter chuckled a little. “Look, since I sold my business and retired two years ago, Jan and I tour the world, staying at nudist resorts like this. Even before I retired we went to places like this regularly. In some ways they are all the same and in some ways each is unique. The universal code of conduct is that you keep your hands to yourself, look but don’t stare, and don’t engage in sexual activities in public. Some places are so squeamish about it that if a guy gets an erection, they’ll ask him to leave, as if the normal functioning of a guy’s organ was somehow obscene. Other places are a little more relaxed about that sort of thing; still some people can be offended. But in all these places, behind closed doors, out of public view, anything goes. El Sol de Maya is a little more risqué in that regard than most places. Swingers flock here, it’s a paradise for them.”

“But just what is a swinger?”

“A swingers are couples who enjoy sex with additional partners.”

“Wife swapping?”

“That and more. Group sex. Bisexual relationships. Maybe a little kinky voyeurism with your mate. I saw that big guy hustling you here before lunch. As abruptly as he left, I knew you didn’t swing, or at least I didn’t think you did. I also figured you didn’t know the lay of the land.”

“Yeah he wanted to have sex with my wife. Damn, we’re on our honeymoon!”

“He might have wanted to have sex with you too.”

I was shaken. That had never occurred to me.

Peter continued, “Another rule of etiquette is that no means no. When you said no, they moved on. You’re going to get propositioned here, especially here. All you need to do is say no.”

“Are you swingers?” I asked cautiously.

“Well, I guess. My wife likes young girls. So do I. Don’t worry; we don’t do couples. My cock is the only cock Jan gets. We’ve been trying out the staff girls. That’s Nina. We had her a few days ago. Nice fuck.”

I looked at the girl and back at the old man and Escort Maltepe then his wife who at the moment was talking to Nina.

“Angelina?”

“That’s a hot one. We’ll probably get her again before we leave. All the staff is available, men and women alike if you want, for whatever you want. They’re forbidden to solicit sex, but they’re all available. They’re even available for the dungeon for some really rough games.”

“Dungeon?”

“Yeah, it’s back over there, away from everything else. See that fake Mayan-temple thing? That’s it. Strictly supervised to make sure things don’t get out of hand. If you look carefully,” he said gesturing towards Nina, “you’ll see bruises hidden by that dark skin.”

I looked and sure enough. “Son of a bitch!”

“Anything goes here in private. All you have to do is say no if you don’t want to play.” Peter grinned, adding half-jest, “Unless of course you try to stiff them for your bill.”

“I had a guy ask me at lunch if I wanted to go to an open house. What’s that?”

“I take it you didn’t go. The bungalows over there are nicknamed the Village. It’s a swinger’s nest. At an open house, the host and/or hostess takes on all comers. I don’t know how anybody takes being fucked for three or four hours straight, but some people do enjoy it.”

I thought about Marc Marcello’s wife, a petite girl doing a choo-choo, getting her cunt split open by Karl’s monster cock. “Damn,” I muttered.

Peter looked at his aviator watch. “We got to go.” He turned to Jan and said, “Hon, room service will be by the room in a bit. Drink up.” He stood, said his farewells as I thanked him for the tips. I now knew for certain why Angelina looked disappointed at my five-dollar tip that morning for breakfast. She was expecting more, much more. I made a mental note not to call room service, lest my intentions be misconstrued.

After that I did as Peter said and every time we were approached, we politely declined. No one harassed us or asked us twice. It was sort of like being asked if you wanted toast with your coffee. “No, just coffee thanks.” No one was offended for being turned down.

Vanessa had been chit chatting with an older woman while I was talking to Peter, so she didn’t hear any of it. The woman she was talking to just wanted that, someone to talk to. Her husband showed up and they went their way. Later that evening at dinner, Peter waved us over to his table. I reintroduced Vanessa and he Jan. We had a very pleasant evening talking and laughing, dancing intimately with our wives. I didn’t ask him about his afternoon room service and he didn’t mention it or anything else sexual. It was as if we were enjoying an evening with friends of my parents’.

I did see Marc Marcello and his ‘wife’ sitting with Karl and Wanda. Except for Marc’s ‘wife’, every one at their table was all smiles. She looked positively despondent and beat down. I never saw her get up to dance, and wondered if she had any prior knowledge of the open house. From the look of her, she must have been gang banged all afternoon. Then Marc got up to dance with Wanda again cheek to cheek, rubbing against each other. Karl got up with Marc’s ‘wife’ and the two of them headed off to the bungalows. I couldn’t help but notice how distended her pussy lips were. Willing or not, she was evidently up for more big-dick action.

We stayed on the patio dancing and drinking for several hours. V finally had enough and we retired for a little cock socket action before we fell asleep.

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Resting a hand on your thigh, my chest centered on your arm, leaning whispering in your ear my proposition. For a moment you sit there in silence, then with a wry smile you respond, “Really?!” After a nod in kind you say quickly and quietly, “Yes, I’ll do it. So how does work, do I meet you upstairs or follow you there?”

“Take this key, Room 211; We’ll be waiting, come up in twenty minutes.”

Placing some bills on the bar, “For the drinks; enjoy another on me.”

“Maybe when I come upstairs!”

Chuckling softly, I turn and stroll off; purposefully, sultry. Feeling your eyes undress me, as I’m sure you’ve noticed the length of my slim legs, my four inch stilettos clicking against the marble tiles of the hotel’s lobby floor, as I leave the bar. Leaving you hungry to see what lays beneath my curve hugging little black dress. Moving to the elevator directly in front of the bar, I push the call button and turn around, seeing you wiping your lips still holding the same scotch. I blow you a kiss and step inside.

“He said he would do it!”

“Really my sexy fox, tell me what did you tell him?”

“I asked him if he cared to see me naked, that I had a room upstairs. At which point he grabs my ass all too eagerly. I rested my hand on his and squeezed it harder. I could tell he was excited, he was almost hard when I leaned into him, letting him smell my breasts as I rubbed my hand on his thigh. I knew then I had him, I told him he was only allowed to watch, that it was my fantasy to have a man watch on as you fuck me.”

“And he agreed?”

“He’ll be up in ten minutes!”

“Well just who could resist my sexy little minx! Get over here let me have a taste before our friend gets here.”

Grabbing my hand and pulling me to you, so quickly we topple onto the bed. Kissing me long and lustful, until we hear a knock on the door and a creak as it opens.

“Hello?!”

“Hi,” I say jumping up quickly and taking your hand leading you into the large hotel room. “This is Ryan, my boyfriend. And this my Love, is Jake!”

“Nice to meet you Ryan. So you’re really ok with this?”

“Of course I am look at my beautiful woman, isn’t she the sexiest woman you’ve ever seen? Take that dress off, Love let him see how sultry you are.”

In compliance I slip the sleeves of my dress down, slowly inching it passed my thighs and firm ass, letting it fall to my feet before stepping out of it. With hands on my hips Antalya Escort I spin slowly once around showing my matching black lace panty set, a slim fitting garter resting on my hips, connected to my pinstriped sheer black thigh highs.

“Stunning, absolutely stunning. You sir are one lucky man, if I had a woman like that I would want me to watch me ram,” clearing your throat,” I’m sorry I forgot the rules for a second.”

“No please, tell me what you were going to say about my woman. I want to know.”

“Well I was going to say, I would want people to watch me ram my huge cock over and over into her sweet ass.”

Leading you over to the green overly rectangular chair, sitting you down.

“Can I get you a drink? I ask.

“No thank you, I’m fine.” You respond. “My, Love? One for you perhaps?”

“No, I want you to dance for us, show him what a sexy little slut you are.”

After positioning both green chairs facing each other, I begin to dance. Slowly, feeling every inch of my skin begging for another stroke of my fingertips. Spinning my hips in painfully slow circles as one hand wanders to my breast and the other inside my panties. Dancing against my fingers as I make my way to my wetness. Closing my eyes swaying and rocking as I finger my little clit, teasing it, getting my fingers soaked.

Moaning softly, as I stop moving; drawing two sopping fingers out of my panties and slipping them into my lips, bending down in front of you sucking them, taking my time licking them one by one; until they are cleaned of my juices.

“Do you like my ass my Love?” Giving it a hard smack, hard enough to make me squeal in delight.

“I’d like it better if it was wrapped around my cock. What about you Jake do you like my woman’s ass, does her dancing get your dick hard?”

Blushing you say, trying to hide your swelling cock, “Fuck, she has the sweetest ass I have ever seen, I’d take her in my lap now.”

“Do you want to sit in his lap my sexy little slut?”

“Yes I do, but I don’t trust him; I do not trust him to not take me right here and now if he got one scent of my pussy.”

“You’re right as always, my dear. We’ll have to fix that won’t we,” saying pulling a pair of cuffs out of your pocket, handing them to me. “Bind his hands, Slut. You are mine and I don’t want him touching you.”

Putting your hands behind you and binding them together, I whisper in your ear; “Don’t Antalya Escort Bayan worry they’re velcro, best not to free yourself though.”

“That will do, now I want to see you dance in his lap. Let him see you as I will soon, close; I want him to feel what he can’t have. Take his pants off slut, and don’t stop dancing on him until his cock is hard.”

“Yes my Love.”

Moving to your lap I kneel before you, unzipping your pants and pulling them down to your ankles. Smiling at you as I notice your massive cock. Watching it twitch in my direction as I stand up and start to dance to the music again. Settling in on your lap, twisting my hips in circles.

Grinding my ass against your rock hard cock, leaning forward to remove my Love’s pants. Bending down to remove his pants and yank the chair closer to me. Spreading my thighs and leaning foward, taking my lovers cock to my mouth and sucking him deeply inside, stroking my soaked lacy panties up and down your cock. Sucking him slowly inside my lips, spinning my hips as slowly as I thrust my mouth down on his cock.

Removing my lips I bend further down, pointing my pussy straight at your face and rocking my body against the head of your cock, while taking my lover’s balls to my lips. Listening to you moan as I stroke your dick with my wet panties.

“Do you like seeing my woman’s pussy dripping on your cock Jake, while watching her suck my dick and not yours?”

“I don’t know how you do it Ryan, how could you let anyone see this beautiful body and not worry they will try and steal her away? Her scent alone…”

“That’s enough slut, our friend has seen enough and I need to fuck you now!! Here cover his eyes I don’t want him looking at you for another second. You are mine, I think he is starting to forget that fact. Let’s remind him shall we.”

I stand up quickly, ” Yes, my love he needs to remember. Make him.”

Placing the blindfold over your eyes stroking your cheek softly reassuring you all will be fine.

“I want to take you right here, under his nose and next to his ear so he can hear how you scream only for me.”

Grabbing my panties and ripping them off, pushing me down over Jake’s lap, resting my body over the arm cushions, so my waist presses down on his still hard cock.

Rubbing two fingers in my wetness spreading holding them up to Jake’s nose.

“Do you smell that Jake? That’s her pussy, that’s the Escort Antalya juices she spilt for me, just thinking about my cock.”

“Her scent is remarkable.”

“Do you want me to fuck you, my pretty little slut? Tell Jake how much you want my cock fucking that cunt of yours.

“Yes, I want you now. Oh Fuck, Jake tell him to fuck, me I need his cock inside me.” I squeal out as you rub my already swollen clit faster. Slipping two fingers in and out of me. “Fuck me please, My Love, yours is the only cock my pussy needs!” I moan out, tightening my pussy around your fingers.

“That’s a good slut, take my cock. I want to fuck you so hard Jake cums on your tits just from hearing you scream for me.”

Pounding my tight wet slut pussy, eagerly, violently. Grabbing my shoulders bracing yourself as you start sliding faster and quicker into me. Picking me up slightly by the hips and pulling me backwards so my tits rest next to Jake’s cock. Thrusting harder into me, causing my tits to slap his cock hard and fast.

“Oh Fuck, oh Fuck…Fuck!!!” I exclaim repeatedly, as my thighs shake hard against the chair, grabbing Jake’s cock and stroking it fast, panting; holding back my orgasm, letting it build. Taking out my desire to cum on Jake’s cock.

“Oh my Love, yes that’s a good slut; stroke him while you cum for me, squeeze his cock tight like your pussy milks my cock.”

Squeezing your cock tighter and tighter, using your precum to lube it up, I stroke you tightly, rubbing your hot flesh against yourself. Stroking you as I turn my hand about. Running my fingers from base to head. Squeezing your balls softly, holding onto you as my body spasms and shakes against my lovers cock. Feeling your hot liquid spurting out onto my hand just then.

“Oh Fuck!! Oh fuck, my love; I am going to cum, oh fuck yes, yes, yes!!” I exclaim spraying your thighs with my cum, as you thrust hard into my quivering sore pussy, spilling yourself deep inside me.

“Yes, that’s perfect. Hold him until you stop shaking from my cock.”

After cleaning myself up and getting dressed, I walk over to you still bound and blindfolded, your limp cock resting between your thighs. I bend down and whisper in your ear.

“You were positively perfect, feel to stay the room is yours now. Thank you, Jake!”

“Let’s go Love,” You say taking my hand pulling me towards the door. Giggling as we make a dash for the stairwell running down the steps two by two.Running out the lobby doors.

“Oh my Love you put on your best performance yet!” Grabbing me by my waist picking me up and twirling me around as you kiss me. Long hard, and passionate.

“It wasn’t a performance, my Love. It never is!”

Xoxo

Dham

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I just like writing out my fantasies. I know they could be a lot better, but it’s a little bit of fun for me. Hope you get a little out of it too.

*****

Kitty had been in her new role as EA to the CEO for about 4 months when she noticed a change in the CFO’s behaviour towards her.

He was obviously a well educated man with a sharp wit and a refined sense of humour that she happened to enjoyed immensely. She often got the jokes he shared with her boss more readily than the intended recipient, and this was what peaked his interest in her.

After a while she notice that Brian began to sit much more closely to her, as they worked through the minutes that she took at the various meetings they attended together. This, together with his genuine praise of her hard work was always very heartening. In fact, it gave her a thrill to hear him praise her work as he looked into her eyes very meaningfully whenever he complimented her.

He would often share little asides with her, as though they shared a common bond, and slowly the little elbow nudges and shoulder touches became longer, warmer, more suggestive caresses with hands travelling down to the small of her back and brushing lightly over her arse. Kitty made sure Brian recognised that these touches were entirely welcomed and absolutely encouraged.

The evolution of this relationship seemed to happen both quickly and yet it was unrushed . . . but not a step was missed in the mutual understanding of each other’s journey.

The tipping point was almost comical, which was appropriate since they shared such a comparable sense of humour. Kitty was busy setting up for the Board Meeting and inevitably had to crawl under the board room table to connect the various cables and power cords for the directors to plug their various devices into. Unaware that Brian had slipped into the Board Room while she was under the table, Kitty’s butt was being ’roundly’ admired. Brian settled himself quietly into a one of the large leather chairs and sat back to watch Kitty’s butt wriggle as she reached and squirmed to connect leads and power points, swearing under her breath. As she reached and gathered and connected Escort Esenyurt the cables, her skirt rode higher and higher up her legs and it took no time at all for Brian to be rewarded with a view of the lace of her stockings around her soft thighs and even a glimpse of her panty clad pussy as she rested on her forearms, arse cocked in the air while she fiddled with an adaptor. As she finally backed out from under the board room table, Brian leant forward to clasp his hand to her pussy, sliding his middle finger along her slit and dragging it back, deliberately twiddling her clit through her panties as he did so.

Kitty let out a yelp at this unexpected ambush and twisted around to find herself facing Brian’s smirking face, her legs akimbo. Brian was leaning forward on his chair, elbows resting on his knees and hands clasped together. He simply said, ‘it looked like you needed a hand’.

Kitty blushed and giggled and swayed her knees, having knocked them together a moment after she realised she was basically in the missionary position in front of Brian, after his gentle but titillating mauling of her pussy. Their eyes were locked, this was the moment they both knew they had been heading towards in some shape or form.

Brian took Kitty’s hands and helped her to her feet, but before she could regain her equilibrium he pulled her towards him, smoothly slipped her skirt up over her hips and lifted her onto the Board Room table, stepped between her legs and kissed her passionately.

Kitty drew breath, in an almost rasping gasp when Brian released her lips. He was unbuttoning her blouse and taking her bra off before she was even able to throw her first panicked glance at the door.

“It’s locked” Brian assured her in his deep voice. “We have 45 minutes before they start to arrive. Plenty of time for me to fuck you hard, before the meeting.” and without any further ceremony, Brian pulled Kitty’s panties down over her hips, thighs, knees and ankles.

Brian was on a mission. No sooner were Kitty’s undies discarded, than she was rather brusquely pushed back onto the table and her knees spread apart almost as though she was about Escort Avcılar to have a through gynaecological examination.

Brian dragged the chair towards him with his foot, adjusted the height and clamped his mouth around Kitty’s rather wet and delicious cunt in one smooth motion.

It was a full five minutes before Brian lifted his head and Kitty was gyrating her hips in response to the tongue lashing she was enduring. Kitty thought her turn was over, but Brian was only beginning. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and spread he pussy lips apart as he gently kissed and started to probe he cunt even more intimately. He lapped and sucked and pulled at her folds with his lips as he pushed his tongue deep into her vagina and alternately lapped and prodded at her flower and clit with his mouth and tongue.

His orgasm lurked in the background as Kitty struggled to give into the moment despite her surroundings and fear of being interrupted, but Brian landed on her absolute sweet spot, the one she didn’t realise she didn’t have until now! Her entire body convulsed as her pussy clenched and pulsated – she had never felt so out of control of her body – nor did she think she ever really want to control it again either – not if this is what someone else could do to her!

As she was still in the throes of the longest climax she’d ever experienced, she realised that Brian was fucking her and her cunt was being stretched wide apart by his deliciously sizable cock, while her cunt was still trying to clamp itself shut and enjoy the pleasure he’d just delivered. This new intrusion into her engorged cunt sent Kitty over the edge as Brian plunged himself into her body, thrust after thrust after forceful thrust. He was pounding her cunt mercilessly and slamming his pelvic bone against her blood engorged pussy and clit relentlessly.

She heard his deep voice tell her to get ready for him to fill her up with his cum, and she could only respond physically as words wouldn’t even shape in her head let alone form on her tongue. All she knew was, she wanted to feel that warm gush erupt from the hot, hard cock in her cunt.

Low growls, grunts and moans were the only communication between them now, becoming more and more urgent until Brian’s balls tightened, he stabbed her cunt four last times with his cock, with all the brutal aggressive lust he could muster and this tipped Kitty over the edge. Her cunt felt as though it had turned into molten lava, pulsating and writhing as she shuddered, shook and convulsed – impaled on Brian’s dick as it dumped its massive load of creamy hot cum deep into her cunt.

They were both hot, sweaty and out of breath. Brian slowly and almost reluctantly pulled his still semi erect cock out of her pussy. He slapped and jiggled it over her clit, causing further tremors in Kitty’s taut body. Brian caught some of the fluid leaking from Kit’s cunt in his fingers and fed it into her sucking eager mouth, cleaning his fingers of all trace of their combined juices.

Once again, Brian clasped Kit’s pussy in his hand, massaging gently as he leant over and kissed her deeply.

Brian gathered Kitty’s clothes and helped her dress, producing his handkerchief and wiping her cunt clean of their juices for her.

Brian was a much more masterful lover/fucker than she had ever imagined and throughout the ensuing meeting she was constantly reminded of their encounter as he continually brought his handkerchief up to his nose during the meeting to inhale the scent of her pussy. These were going to be a very disjointed set of minutes Kitty thought. At the end of the meeting and with a definite thrill, Kitty realised that she might need some additional assistance from Brian to get the minutes up to an acceptable standard this month.

At the conclusion of the meeting, Brian stayed behind to help Kitty tidy up and informed her, when they were alone again that, as much as he enjoyed their encounter, he was still rather disappointed that he didn’t get to see her gorgeous lips wrapped around his cock, and her beautiful eyes looking up at him as she sucked and licked at his dick . . .

It had already occurred to Kitty that she had already missed this delicious opportunity and suggested that perhaps, when they worked on the minutes together tomorrow, Brian might be kind enough to let her make amends. As he kissed her again, deeply, slipping his fingers into her still sopping pussy, he promised that his cock would be ready and twitching in anticipation of her oral attentions.

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“I hate you travelling, I hate this. I miss you when you’re not here. I miss us. I don’t want to hear about your day. It’s late and I want to hear about how much you want me”.

Pouting I put my phone on speaker and settle back as he tells me. His voice both soothes and arouses me instantly.

“Lean back, put your hand inside your panties and think of my chest rubbing against your hard nipples and nuzzling on your neck. I pull your head to one side, exposing the vein on your neck and running my tongue towards your earlobe. I whisper in your ear how hard I am and how I’d like to fuck you right now, but I need to wait.

Travelling across your face to your red lips, kissing small butterfly kisses. A bite to your lip a little too hard just enough for you to feel a little swelling and a small taste of blood. I punctuate this with another kiss. I taste you on my lips and it feels good, it feels exciting.

Nails drawn across the side of your breast, leaving the slightest of red marks, tracing their way around. Tugging your nipple ring, stopping only when I hear you exhale. I watch your heart pound in your chest and your nipples strain. I know you love them being played with so much.

Back of the hand again dragging nails down past hips, along thighs to knees. Pulling legs apart, then back up the inner thigh harder, towards your panties. I’m not wanting to go inside just yet, working your pussy over the top your silky panties. Feeling Kartal Escort you get hotter and wetter. Lips parting and hips pushing into my fingers.

My cock is hard but I want you to cum. I pull your panties to one side and move down towards your pussy. Sucking at your clit, rubbing my face and chin against you. Sliding two fingers inside, moving in a come hither motion. Fingers moving in tandem with your breathing, slowing down every time I sense your need to cum. Picking up as you slow down, keeping you on the edge.

Pushing my fingers in hard and deep, slowly withdrawing. Licking your clit and using my thumb intermittently. Fastening the pace, wanting to feel you climax against my fingers. One hand digging into your ass as you grind your hip into me. Face fucking me. Savoring the moment, hearing you, feeling you, tasting you.

You Twitch, pulse and clamp against my fingers as you reach your climax. Holding my head in place I can feel you throb against me.

Long gentle licks along your wet pussy I return upwards giving you a long kiss, letting you taste your sweet juices”

Heart racing I know he’s hard for me so I take my turn

“Running your finger up my neck and across my swollen lip, you kiss my neck. Following the same path that your finger traveled.

Pausing to kiss my mouth, soft and then harder, I shudder at the pleasant reminder the pain brings. I pull you down to me, clawing at your back… Kartal Escort Your kisses and fingers make it hard for me to control myself.

Your cock presses between us, I’m aching and want to take it in my mouth. I have my collar. I want you to move my hair and leash me. Placing it around my neck and when you’re ready you giving it gentle tug. I’ll truly feel like daddy’s pet. You attach me. Thank you daddy.

Lying on the bed, you tug the leash, guiding me to your swollen cock. I begin stroking and sucking, but a sharp snap of the leash slows the pace. Sorry daddy…

Easing you into my mouth, I struggle to take it all. You hold my head encouraging me, I take you further and deeper into my throat. I’m struggling to breathe, but want to please you. You hold me in place, my eyes start to water, I don’t want to move but I need to. I manage to pull away, gasping. Deep breaths ensue. I wipe my face, controlling myself, a huge smile breaks.

Taking advantage of my kneeling position you slap my ass. Gently at first and then harder with each blow. Every strike causing me to moan onto your cock. The heat radiates with every strike. God that feels good. Each strike causes my nipples to harden. Each strike causes me to clench my pussy. I love this, thank you for introducing me to the sweet pain.

My ass is red from your hand. It tingles. My pussy is so fucking wet right now. I want you inside of me. But I know Daddy Escort Kartal will take me when he’s ready.Your finger still takes me by surprise as it glides inside of me. You know one is not enough and another shortly follows, moving at the same pace as the ass slaps. Deep hard stabbing motion, I clench and push back. Today I don’t want to be loved, I wanted to be fucked.

Fuck I love this. Holding you deep I cum hard. I’m about to scream your name but you pull the leash roughly, tightening the collar. Its digs into my neck and making it hard to breathe. You release the pressure as my orgasm subsides. Gasping for air, I look at you and plead “Please fuck me Daddy”

Keeping me on my knees, you move behind pulling my ass cheeks apart you taste me and a gentle bite. You meet little resistance, as you slide into my soaked pussy. One hand holding the leash, the other my hip as you drive deep inside of me, I push back against you, grinding. I need this so badly.

Another smack to my ass, another push and I’m ready to cum again, squeezing your cock with my pussy. I know the signs, your balls tightening right now and you’re ready to explode. Three more thrusts, my juices wetting your thighs, you’re unable to stop yourself any longer. Shooting cum into Me., thank you…but you withdraw.

Shoving me down onto the bed, on my back, I’m begging you to please cum on me daddy, fuck my mouth again.

You pump your cock shooting hot cum across my nipples and face and position my head to clean you up. Hot, wet, soaking, and fulfilled we collapse together. Merging into one. Holding each other until our heart beats regulate and kissing until we no longer taste each other on our lips”

Anyways how’s your mom?

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Author’s note: Although there is a fetish aspect to the story, it seemed appropriate to post this in erotic couplings, since the story is about re-establishing a relationship and making it permanent.

Now for the story:

I looked at the letter from Janet, and dialed the phone number she’d given me. It had been 8 years since we’d broken up and gone on with our lives.

“Hi Troy! I was hoping you’d call! It’s been years and years!”

We talked for a while and then she said, “I don’t even remember why we broke up.”

“I do,” I answered. “Every time we’d get close, you’d withdraw, and then you’d chase me until we got close, over and over.”

“Oh… I went to therapy over that, and I think that’s solved now. Anyway, I’ve been seeing someone, although it’s not exclusive. What about you?”

I told her about my situation. While we talked I remembered her firm, pale legs, her bright smile, and her pussy. Oh, that dark haired pussy of hers. I loved it when we spent nights together. The whispered endearments, her energetic hips, and how pleasurable it was to spurt inside her. Her orgasms when I ate her pussy, were nothing less than phenomenal. That’s why in the end, I told her “No more.” It hurt too much when she’d withdraw and essentially leave the relationship for several weeks.

As we talked, I became a little jealous of the guys who had enjoyed her pussy since she solved her emotional problem. I should have been the one reaping the rewards. I was also getting very turned on by her voice. I always loved her voice.

When she said that it would be nice to get together, I could sense what was behind her words. She wanted to experience what we had. I wanted it too, but I wasn’t going to settle for on-again, off-again part time.

We now lived a few hundred miles apart. Part of my life’s journey was to become more persistent and in control of my life. I got an idea.

“Janet – I would like to see you again. Can you get some time off and visit me for a few days?”

“Oh, I’d love to! Maybe in a couple of weeks. Would that work?”

“Actually, that’s perfect. But there’s something I want you to do in the meantime. Do you know, for a fact, that the guy you’ve been seeing is, I don’t know any other way to say this, but you need to know if he’s completely disease-free.”

There was a pause.

“Umm, I would guess that he’s clean. I can get tested, if that’s important.”

“Perfect! Would you? It would ease my mind a lot, and you’d enjoy the results when you come to visit.”

Another pause. “Okay. I’ll do it. And I’ll put in for some time off. Can you call me tomorrow?”

That was a good sign, that she wanted to talk some more.

“Sure, about the same time. I have a lot of good memories of our times together.”

“Me Antalya Escort too! Talk to you tomorrow!”

Her voice sounded eager. I could almost see her bright smile even though we were a few hundred miles apart.

The following evening she had some news for me.

“I went and got tested today,” she began. “I’ll have the results in a few days. How about if I fly over there the following Thursday, and go back home on Tuesday? That’ll give us some full days together, as well as the weekend.”

“It’s a deal! Let me know the exact times, and I’ll have more information for you.”

“Okay.”

Janet emailed me her flight schedule, and that gave me time to make my plans.

Every evening I called her and told her how much I was looking forward to her visit. I told her that I loved her kisses, and that when we were lovers our bodies fit together nicely. I wanted her to be thinking of sex. I needn’t have worked hard at that, she was just as eager, and she did some subtle and not-so-subtle teasing. Also, she said that her tests came back clean.

With that inroad, I was then ready for the next step. I asked her about the guy she’s been seeing, what his name was. She told me it was Eric.

I told Janet that I wanted her to fuck Eric’s brains out on the day she left to come see me. She was surprised, yes, but curious and aroused, too. I could hear it in her voice. She pressed for more details.

“Think of it as a goodbye fuck for you and Eric. Only don’t tell him that in so many words. And don’t clean up afterward, either. When you get on that plane, make sure you have a pussy full of cum.”

“Oh my GOSH, Troy! I’ve never heard of that! It sounds kinky! I’m going to want to screw the minute I get off the plane.”

“That’s the plan, Janet. That’s the plan.”

Of course, I didn’t tell her then, that part of my plan was to reclaim her pussy, and that I wanted my fucking her to overwrite Eric, and by proxy, all the other guys she’d been with. She would know eventually.

And, I wanted her last fuck with Eric to truly mean goodbye.

I got Janet to talk some more. I truly loved her voice. It wasn’t a deep, sultry voice; it was a sincere voice, more youthful and melodic, with a touch of innocence.

The day before her trip I told her not to call me the next day unless there was a problem. We both felt conspiratorial, with her planning to fuck Eric’s brains out at my behest. How she set it up would have to be her doing.

Of course I was anxious. I knew we had both changed, and I hoped that none of the changes would turn out to be unpleasant or unworkable. I met her at the airport in midafternoon. She looked radiant. I recognized her bright smile. She wore a T-shirt, shorts, and sandals. We Antalya Escort Bayan hugged, and I felt her teasingly press her hips against me. A quick, hard kiss and we were on our way to my place.

We didn’t talk much on the way, which only served to increase the sexual tension. It wasn’t easy, but I had abstained from solo relief for a week. I wanted to have enough pent-up energy to win her over.

We got to my place, and I led her by the hand into my bedroom.

“Maybe I should freshen up,” she mused. “I’ve been sweating.”

“No. Just as you are. Let’s get undressed.” She had no idea how sensuous her natural scent was.

It was practically a race to see who would shed all their clothes first. She stood before me. Wordlessly, we embraced and kissed. My cock anxiously poked forward. Then I had her lie back on the bed.

I spread her pussy lips apart and saw the milky white stickiness that I had instructed.

“Oh, you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you!” I teased.

“Troy,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”

“I want your Pussy, Janet. I want it for myself.”

“Yes, Troy my pussy is yours!”

“Only mine, Janet!”

“Yes, only yours! Please take me! I need you inside me!”

I got between her legs and guided my desperately aroused cock toward her sticky entrance.

“I’m about to reclaim your sweet pussy, Janet. From now on, only I get in there! If that’s what you want, tell me!”

My heart was racing as if I’d run a mile.

“Dammit, Troy, stick it in me and reclaim me! This pussy is yours and only yours! From now on!”

That was good enough for me, and I slid inside her. Oh wow, what a feeling that was! The emotional aspects of Janet giving herself to me, and my taking her back for myself were just as erotic as the physical sensations. I pushed in all the way and stayed there. I had missed her.

The aroused breathing from both of us was the only sound in the room. I whispered in her ear, “You’re mine, Janet.”

“Oh God, Troy, I’m yours. Totally and completely. I’ve missed you so much!”

I slowly thrust in and out of her slippery pussy. Just looking in her excited eyes was almost enough to make me cum before I wanted to. I knew I would not last much longer.

“Janet,” I whispered, “When I cum, it’s going to overwrite all the other guys you’ve had. For good.”

“Oh, please cum! Please cum! Take me back!”

Having Janet ask me to cum inside her, because she wanted the consummation, and not to get it over with, was something I could not resist any longer. The physical sensations were strong enough, but her words sent me over the line. Way over the line.

It was… awesome. Resplendent. All-absorbing. And it went on. And on. And on.

It took several minutes Escort Antalya for us both to calm down. I was still turgid inside her.

She was mine.

Her eyes told me that she had surrendered totally. Because she had given herself so completely to me, I felt a responsibility to nurture and care for the renewed relationship.

“Stay right there,” I whispered as I pulled out. Then, quickly, before she could have any objection, I devoured her messy pussy with my mouth. The effect was instantaneous. It was like lightning. She twisted. She pumped her hips. She shook. She screamed. And she crested into a wrenching orgasm.

We lay by each other wordlessly for several minutes. She had a dreamy smile every time I looked her way. After a few moments I said, “Let’s get showered and we can go get some dinner.”

Over an hour later, freshened and clean, we clinked our wine glasses together. “I guess the thing with Eric really was a goodbye fuck,” she said. “You’ll never know how hot it made me, hearing you tell me about overwriting my past, and wanting my pussy for yourself! And then, what you did after you came inside me. All I can say is wow! No, wait. I can also say that my pussy is yours and yours alone. If you’ll have me.”

I kissed her hand, something I used to do years ago.

“No more withdrawing?” I tentatively asked.

She gave me that dreamy smile again. “No more.”

That sealed it. I knew we’d have some discussions about our living situations and so on, but those were for later. We enjoyed our dinner, and got somewhat caught up.

We went back to my house and got in bed.

The sex that time was slow and tender, and I ejaculated long and hard inside Janet. I had her straddle my mouth and ate her pussy through two orgasms. She loved it, and said that no one else had ever done that.

The rest of her time with me was idyllic. We went places, talked, came home, and explored in bed. I kept reinforcing the idea that her pussy belonged to me, and she readily agreed. I realized that she needed a strong person to care for her, someone she could depend on in the relationship. Not a tyrant, not a master, just someone who could now and then tell her how it’s going to be.

Years ago, when she and I were together between her bouts of withdrawing, the sex was always phenomenal. She was always a caring lover, which was why the breakups were so hard for me. This time, the sex was still phenomenal, and I doubted that we’d ever get bored with each other.

During that few days that she stayed with me, I ate the creampie every time, and loved it. She loved it too, by the way.

When it was time for her to get back on the plane, she held me so tight, and I saw in her face the question she was afraid to ask. I smiled and said, “Yes, I want you here with me. See what you can arrange. Remember, your pussy is mine alone.”

“Don’t worry, lover,” she said in a trembling voice, “No one else will get it but you. I’ll be true to you.”

I finally got what I wanted.

So did she.

The End

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This story involves the same characters as (and builds on the experience from) story one and two. I think it could be enjoyed alone without reading the others, but some of the richness will be missing.

Enjoy, more planned.

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I stretched and yawned, slowly waking up completely naked in my own bed. Under the sheet, I absentmindedly ran my hand along the shaft of my already hard penis. I’d been dreaming of the threesome my wife had suggested in a whisper to my friend and colleague Laken before heading out of town for her three-day trip. I had clearly been hard for a while, I could feel the precum at the tip of my penis.

Reaching over to my phone, I noticed there was a new text from my amazing wife, “did you and Laken have fun last night?” And added, “you better have, it wasn’t easy to set this all up!” She also included multiple smiley faces. This cavalier attitude was still very new to me, my wife actually wanted me to experiment intimately with Laken, alone, before her planned threesome. Over the course of the last day, my wife had texted multiple suggestions for Laken and me to carry out. According to her, the whole situation was totally turning her on.

Laken and I, while we had fun last night, had not gone as far as some of my wife’s daring suggestions.

I should also add, that before teasing me she had first asked about our toddler, who was sounds asleep with Laken’s toddler in one of the upstairs bedrooms.

Laken happened to be sleeping in the guest room bed right next door to mine.

I continued to lightly stroke my hard-on, now recalling last night, thinking it would be fun to repeat. Though I was more interested in knowing how we could expand on it. This and, in terms of being daring, it didn’t even come close to some of the suggestions my wife had texted me. She was usually active on SnapChat with Laken so I wondered what she had shared with her.

Still, all of which surprised me. I knew my wife had been highly sexually active and had explored liberally in college. Since though she was tamer. Though I was personally incredibly satisfied by our sex life. It seemed her college-side had a rebirth and I was getting a little window into that world.

I admit that this new fantasy seemed to benefit me greatly at the moment. And while I casually wondered if she wanted to explore herself, I wasn’t really focusing my attention there. Instead, I continued to follow her only rule, that Laken and I were not allowed to have vaginal intercourse without her present. She wanted to save that first-time for the threesome.

She knew it would be impossible to truly know if we had broken this rule, but she claimed she’d know. I believed her. Plus, honestly, I did not want to break the rule. This game was fun with restrictions – which I was kind of guessing she knew would be the case.

As I casually masturbated, I toyed with the thought of going into the guest room and crawling in bed with Laken. I badly wanted to stick my penis between her gorgeous breasts and cum on her face. Strangely, tt would not be all that unusual at this point, but it would be bold.

Instead, deciding that I’d let her enjoy her sleep, I went to take a shower and get ready for the day. I also decided not to take my masturbation session to orgasm, thinking it would feel more explosive with Laken than my hand.

Today was already going to be interesting. Laken and I were going to hang out and jointly take care of our children. Though I also knew we’d be somewhat distracted, at times, thinking about being alone together and taking istanbul escorts our intimacy to new heights.

Speaking of the toddlers were asleep in separate rooms and would be asleep for about an hour or so more.

I started the shower and turned on my room space heater to get the steam in the room going. I was looking forward to just sitting and enjoying the next hour in the warmth of the room and shower this chilly Fall morning.

Standing there naked, I observed myself in the mirror, I was happy to see improvements in my chest and some in my abs. I’d been working out more this last year and it was beginning to be noticeable. I was covered in tattoos, something both my wife and Laken loved, I had a new one planned but that would have to wait.

I was about to turn my attention from the mirror and get in the hot shower when there was a soft knock at the door interrupting my thoughts.

On the other side of the knock was the very stunning Laken. She was wearing only a perfectly matched bra and panty set. Her cute outfit was soft blue, plain except for small little ribbons – one placed in the middle of her chest – barely holding together her robust bust. The other adorning the top of her panties, just below her flat, fit stomach and sexy belly button.

I let out an audible sigh. My wife was strikingly beautiful and Laken was her brunette similar.

Laken entered the now steamy bathroom without any pretext and said, “dude you are so big, what nine-inches? And how are you already hard?” I was quickly reminded that she as first my friend and colleague and second my new intimate partner. These comments sounded like my friend.

In answer to her question, I nodded and added, “something like that, and I’m hard because I was thinking about last night.” She looked directly at my erect penis and placed her hand around it as she walked into the bathroom. It was so surreal to have my friend and coworker comment on my penis size and then grab it without hesitation. Remarkably more so at 6 a.m. in your own bathroom.

I silently wondered how we were ever going to work normally together after this. That did not stop me from reaching over to remove her bra pulling the little thin ribbon holding her bust in. And then thinking of work, having a flash of imagining her at work under my desk sucking on my penis during the workday – something that had not ever happened but now seemed entirely possible.

Without another word, she slid off her panties allowing me a clear view of her neatly shaved pussy. Then she let me reveal her beautiful, large boobs. She was acting bolder today than she had yesterday. This shift was perfectly aligned with mine – I just wanted to embrace and enjoy the situation.

I kissed her passionately on the lips, first grabbing her ass and then massaging her lower back. It felt great to feel her tongue in my mouth and her hand stroking my penis.

The shower was enticing and I pulled her towards it.

We made our way through the steam and into the warm shower. Both of us knew something had changed in our boldness. At the same time, we knew in less than an hour the kids would need our attention. I was certain neither of us wanted to miss this opportunity.

Laken stepped under the shower and immediately leaned back to rinse her short dark hair, as she did, I took in her gorgeous breasts and erect nipples. I grabbed some shea butter soap and poured a healthy amount on a luffa. Keeping with the attitude of the morning, I asked, “mind if I clean you up?”

She smiled and said, “I was imagining istanbul eskort you would do that for the last hour, laying in bed fingering myself.”

My mind was fully taking in her amazing body, processing how this all came to be and imagining the possibilities of finding and meeting her needs.

Leaning in, I began massaging her front – starting with her neck. I took my time running my fingers along the side of her neck feeling and massaging the small muscles. I found it extremely erotic how she completely trusted me to wash her entire body. I was using my hands but also moved in to kiss each side of her neck, sucking on her wet skin.

She leaned back exposing her neck further allowing me to massage her there and kiss her. I eventually kissed my way up to her ear and whispered how badly I wanted to please her.

Her response was to moan and push my hands to her breasts.

Moving slowly, I wrapped my hands around her boobs. I threw the loofa aside and used my soapy hands to massage her gorgeous breasts. I cleaned and massaged every inch of her chest. I kissed and sucked her breast while the water continued to pour down our bodies.

Moving south along her gorgeous body, I reached her mons and happily ran my soapy fingers through her pubic hair, watching and gauging her reaction. The soap I was using was mild and unscented, so I knew it was safe for this sensitive area.

She gave me an affirmative nod, prodding me to proceed. In fact, she put her hand on top of mine and guided me a bit.

From there I took a small amount of soap and began washing her vulva, her hand now pushing gently into mine as I glided over her more sensitive areas. I continued very gently and very slowly letting her teach me about her body and her needs. I actually had never done this, even with my wife, so I was both curious and somewhat unsure. I continued to pretend to be confident.

She knew my ruse and yet pushed me further. As I was crouching in front of her, she began massaging my head encouraging me to continue exploring, continuing to pleasure her.

This was all so surreal and wonderful.

I continued, careful while I was spreading her labia and gently massaging and bathing her clit and labia in a slow light motion. I then turned her to into the shower and let warm water rinse everything completely.

Laken quietly said, “that felt so good, no one’s ever done that before for me.”

“A first for me too,” was my response.

Not needing any more reinforcement, I continued, washing her gorgeous legs, massaging the soap into her feet and between her toes and then turned her around another time. I started cleaning her calves, giving them a soapy massage with my hands. I actually was compelled to kiss her small toes and feet but decided to wait for another moment to do so.

I skipped over her small ass, for now, and moved up to her shoulders and back – soaping them and massaging them, before turning my attention back on her ass. Here is where I planned to concentrate more time.

My wife had a perfect round ass. Laken’s was different but sexy as well – small and tight. I rubbed it with just my bare hands and soap. I added more shea butter soap to my hands and glided them between her ass cheeks. It was here she let out a loud, audible moan.

With her high-level encouragement, I continue to rub and slowly cleaned the whole area – she let out another delightful sigh as I moved my hand slowly over her anus.

My fingers were now focused directly on her tiny anus, I knew the mild soap would be okay if I eskort istanbul were to insert my finger in, but I wasn’t yet sure it was what she wanted. I decided to take a chance. I slowed further and rubbed her anus with more attention, slowly massaging the small bumps and tiny crevices, as I fully massaged the area. My other hand tightly grabbing her ass cheek.

I took my time.

She moaned and leaned her ass back into my finger and at the same time, put her hands up against the shower wall, practically pushing my finger into her hole just in that one motion. Her body language a confirmation for me to continue.

I took the hint and slowly inserted my soapy finger into her. It wasn’t long before my finger disappeared completely and I began moving it halfway in and out. Deliberately fucking her ass with my finger. She encouraged this by matching the motion.

At this point, I was so turned on, I started imagining my penis doing the work my finger was currently enjoying.

One of her hands moved to her clit, while the other supported her on the shower wall. She was literally panting.

Getting more adventurous, I stuck another finger in and continued finger fucking her ass with my two middle fingers. She was clearly enjoying the experience and as she was massaging her clit, let out soft moans. At the same time, she was pushing back into my fingers as I continued moving halfway in and out.

While she massaged her clit, I placed my other hand at the entrance of her vaginal opening and gave her extra attention by massaging her pussy lips.

It was not long after this move, that I felt her anus contracting and tightening hard against my fingers. Another new experience for me and it was thoroughly enjoyable. I wasn’t counting but I would bet her asshole contracted at least 20 times until finally, she let out a satisfied gasp, finishing her orgasm.

After she had a moment to recover, she turned around and without a word, got down on her knees in front of me. The water from the shower now streaming down her back. She pushed me back against the same wall she had just been leaning against and then wrapped her lips around my cock. I was so turned on at this point that I knew I would not last long inside her mouth.

I placed my hands in her hair at the back of her head while she sucked my cock; though I did not guide her rhythm. I wanted to feel how she wanted to proceed. She sucked hard and fast.

There was no more foreplay – she intended to make me cum in her mouth and I was very close, very fast. The session with her ass was such a turn on that there was no way I’d last long. I just watched and enjoyed the excellent blow job. When her blue eyes met mine, I let out a shiver of excitement. She knew I was about to fill her mouth and did not slow down at all. In fact, she dug her nails into my ass cheeks from behind and pushed my penis further into her mouth.

I instinctively began fucking her mouth now and then exploded inside her. Cumming a large quantity of semen into her for her to swallow.

She accepted every drop, making a show of her deep swallow. Then she immediately got up and kissed me deeply, letting me taste what remained of my own cum on her tongue.

We both took a moment to recover before finishing our shower. We had to get ready for the day and we would now do so extremely satisfied and relaxed.

The kids would be up any moment, we finished getting ready for the day. We had a long day planned at the zoo, including having a big picnic lunch. As we left the bathroom, Laken and I returned to our friendship role. During the whole day together we avoided overtly flirting.

As the day came to a close and everyone was out of earshot, she whispered in my ear, “your penis will be in my ass tonight,” she then smiled and went upstairs.

…

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A cold wind blew against Jamie’s back, as she pushed her key into the door lock hurriedly and turned it, feeling the warm heat on her face when she opened the door. The store was completely dark and always seemed very large and ominous, upon her early arrival each morning. She habitually reached for the light switches, and as she flipped each one on, the light replaced the darkness quickly, and seemed to re-size the space from large and ominous to a comfortable, cozy one.

Jamie looked around, taking a general inventory with her eyes. Hundreds of books lined the many shelves, while lovely hand made rugs hugged the waxed wood of the floors. Small, ceramic figurines and bouquets of silk flowers set effortlessly on the shelves, alongside their counterparts, adding a touch of beauty and warmth, to the cool, multicolored coverings of the many books displayed. She was pleased with what she saw. This bookstore was her dream, and she had made it her reality.

After preparing the register for the day’s receipts, Jamie headed for a quick bathroom break, before customers began to arrive. Entering the bathroom, she flicked on the lights, illuminating the room, as the mirror on the wall returned the lovely image of herself to her own eyes. A slender beauty, with shoulder length auburn hair, that caressed the soft, supple skin of her face on each side, before falling loosely onto her petite shoulders. Her eyes were a clear, bright green, rivaling the green of a precious jewel. The softness of her lips was reflected in their pale pink color, and their fullness quietly murmured the sensuality that lay within them. A wide smile of appreciation spread itself across the face of its beautiful hostess, and Jamie felt proud of the woman she was.

The soft jingles of a bell ringing filtered through the quietness, and Jamie’s personal inventory ended quickly. “Hello”, a male voice called out, “are you open yet?”

Jamie rushed to greet her customer, pushing aside the call of her bladder, and exited the bathroom. As she entered Kadıköy Escort the showroom, she was greeted by a spicy, semisweet, yet masculine fragrance, lightly floating in the air. She smiled a welcome to her guest, and answered “Oh yes, we are open, come on in. May I help you?”

“Yes, I hope so”, responded the customer. “ I am looking for just the right book, to give as a birthday gift, to a special friend.”

As he spoke, Jamie looked into his eyes, and then took a few seconds to appreciate every line and curve of his handsome face. She moved her eyes down then, capturing the full vision of this most desirable man. She felt a slight stirring inside herself, and almost forgot where and what she was doing, as the sensation produced a soft moistness between her legs.

“uhh, oh yes, well, what type of material does you friend usually enjoy reading”, she asked, in a slightly quivering voice, that matched closely, the quivering from deep within her. She wondered if he detected the stirring deep within her that his closeness was causing, and then delighted herself, hoping that he could. He moved even closer to her before answering her question, and the air around them seemed to be charged with the electricity flowing from each of them.

“Well, I think she likes romance novels”, he replied slowly, “ You know one of those books where the woman is swept off her feet by the great love of her life.” As he spoke, he found himself looking down into the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. His breath caught in his throat, as he found himself so close to Jamie. He let his eyes fall over her slender shoulders and then down to the fullness of her firm breasts pressing against the thin, lace fabric of her dress. Two smaller circles accented nicely the firm mounds, caused by the even more persistent pressing of her erect nipples. Deep within his groin he felt a surge of excitement that lent itself quickly to the erection of his manhood.

Jamie attempted to speak, but found her words Kadıköy Escort Bayan lost in the hot moistness of his mouth, as it covered hers in a kiss of pure passion. Their tongues sought each other wildly, finally entwining in a dance of sensuality, sending waves of yearning for each other, deep inside the lovers. Urgently he pulled Jamie closer to him, pressing the hardness of his cock against the warmth of her body. Ahhhmmm, a soft moan escaped Jamie’s throat, as she felt his cock, hard against her. She fumbled for his zipper to free her desire, as their kisses intensified, while gasps and moans serenaded their bodies, as they writhed tighter and tighter together. Her anxious hands sought the hardness she knew was there, as she lowered her head to greet the hot, hard cock, when she pulled it through his open pants. Running a warm, wet, twirling tongue the length of the hard shaft, from bottom to top, she then enclosed it in her hot wet mouth, sucking, as she flicked her tongue all around the fullness of his cock.

Low moans filled the otherwise quiet bookstore, as he thrust his cock forward deeper into the hot wetness of Jamie’s mouth. Mmmmmmmmmmm, ohhhmmmmmmm, “yes baby”, he gasped in a raspy voice, “suck me”, ohhhhhhhh, “yes”, he moaned, thrusting harder into the wetness. Sensing the time was right, Jamie lifted her mouth back up to meet his, and their two warm mouths joined to become one once more.

While he kissed his partner passionately, he slipped his hand under Jamie’s dress, seeking the hot wetness he knew was waiting. He slid his hand inside her panties, and his fingers found the wet silkiness of her pussy. He gently began to rub her clit and her soft lips, and then pushed one finger deep inside her silky sleeve, slowly pushing it in and pulling it out methodically. Her pussy quivered and tightened around his finger, holding it snuggly deep within itself. Ooooooooohhhhhhh, Jamie moaned as she pushed herself against him, and closed her warm hand around his cock stroking it up and Escort Kadıköy down, slowly but firmly. “Fuck me”, she begged, in an urgent whisper, “Fuck me now, baby”.

He responded quickly to her request by lifting her off the floor, and placing her upon the nearby check out counter. With one finger he pulled aside the wet crotch of her panties, and in one quick motion pushed his hard cock deep within her wet, throbbing pussy. “ Oh yes”, she cried out, “oh yes, you feel so good darling”, as he thrust his cock in out the depth of her wetness. “What a pussy, ohhhhhhm, “That is so fucking nice baby”, he groaned as he felt himself getting nearer to his climax.

Jamie met each of his thrusts with her own, as she wiggled her pussy up and down and around the fullness inside of her. Mmmmmmmmmm, she moaned, as she felt her pussy tighten, her hips moving faster as she welcomed a most wonderful orgasm. Ooooohmmmm, she moaned wildly as her partner thrust faster and harder to greet her orgasm with his own climax. With a loud moan, he released his hot liquid into the hot wetness of her pussy, where it mixed with the juices from her own passion. Their mouths found each other once more in a deep kiss, and they collapsed together, both of them happily spent from their encounter.

Bright sunlight warming Jamie’s face suddenly shook her back into reality. “Aaaaahh”, she shrieked, pushing her lover back away from her. “Is it 9:00 yet?” she asked, as she quickly slid down off the counter and pulled down her rumpled, damp dress. “I have to open the store”, she said excitedly.

Her partner stood quietly, watching her, as he attempted to straighten up his own attire also. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his handsome face, then let it fall back into place. They smiled at each other.

“Do you want to look for that book now?” she asked. “And I could wrap it for you”, she added.

“No, I guess I don’t have time now”, he answered, and smiled sheepishly. “ I will grab some flowers on my way to work”, he said, as he made his way to the door. The soft tinkling of the bell that had announced his arrival now echoed his departure. Jamie stood there for a moment, and then chuckled to herself, as she realized that she had just lost a book sale.

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“Scene 27 :

A black satin sheet fills the screen, undulating like an oil-covered ocean. Coming in from the right appears the tip of a tongue. Moving in slow motion, it crawls towards the left side, revealing the rest of the tongue, a mouth and teeth. As it almost fills the screen, a small piece of flesh shows up on the left side. The tongue lowers and grazes that piece of flesh from bottom to top. The flesh moves and, still in slow motion, turns into a full-length erected penis. The face goes back as it grows but the tongue remains under it like a berth. They both freeze for a second, then the tongue crawls backwards, leaving a shiny trace of saliva behind it. It stops when only tip and gland are still connected. Second frozen frame. Then an inner shockwave spreads along the penis. It reaches the gland and sperm springs out into the open mouth…”

Jeannie closes her eyes and shoves her head into her hands. She sighs like she wants to get rid of all her sexual frustration anxiousness. How she longs for a fountain of sperm like this one. For weeks now, her nights have been haunted by dreams like this one. She thought writing them down would exorcise her desire but now her body is trembling nervously.

“Jeannie?”

She leaps.

“Bob! You’re still here…

“Are you all right?” he asks, moving closer.

Sure he’s worried, she thinks. He’s seen her like she was crying. Thank God, she has Antalya Escort resisted her will to let her hands wander inside her shirt or lower…

“Yes, yes…a bit tired, maybe.

“What’s that?” he asks, looking over her shoulder.

THE SCREEN! And that last line glowing straight in the middle of it…too late to clear it.

She waits for the sarcasm, the male despise…

He says nothing. She looks at him and notices the surprise on his face and his fast breath.

“Hum…you wrote that?” he asks, clearing his throat.

Too late to deny either.

“Yes,” she whispers, giving him no explanation.

“That’s…great!”

She looks down.

A big bulge in his pants is showing, a few inches from her face. She swallows. Subjugated, she sees her hand moving up and gently landing on it. She looks up. Bob’s eyes leave the screen and looks down at her. Without a word, he puts his hand on hers. Her eyes ask “Can I?”, his answer “Yes”.

He takes his hand away. Her hand reaches for the fly and opens it. His brief’s fabric is stretched to the max by the urgency of his desire. Carefully, she grabs the belt and frees the object of her dreams.

It’s huge, filled with blood and pulsing with his heartbeats. She feels hers in her temples, joining the excitation tempo. Her tits stretch, attracted by this magnetic pole. Her vagina sends spasmodic waves, wetting her Antalya Escort Bayan lips with sweet and sour tears.

Hands on his hips, she moves her head closer to its and stops inches away. Her tongue slowly pokes out of her mouth but without crossing the last distance, trembling with hesitation.

Bob’s aching. He longs for her, but he doesn’t want to force her and restrains his urge to grab her hair and plunge into her mouth.

He says “I’m yours…”

Overwhelmed by his gentleness, Jeannie closes her eyes. She stretches her tongue and touches lightly his gland. It jerks away and she has to open her eyes to catch it up. She starts licking the shaft from base to top. Soon, it goes dancing on her tongue. No more word of encouragement from him but she feels Bob’s hips shiver under her palms and she goes further.

Rounding her lips, she slides his gland into her mouth and stops. Bob, first ecstatic, represses a sigh of pleasure. Then he feels her reluctance to swallow his whole and her wait for his agreement. He moans and she knows she can do whatever she pleases. She pulls him out and licks his gland clean until it shines with her saliva. Putting it back between her lips, she slides her tongue into its tiny slot and sucks it out. Then, she repeats that routine again, and again, and again…

Soon, Bob is out of breath. He bites his lips to avoid screaming (the COD’s office Escort Antalya is two doors away) with Jeannie’s every bite she now delivers him. His legs are shaking and his penis is so sensitive it’s almost painful. But the surge of semen he feels coming persuades him not to interfere with her skilful treatment.

“Jean…”

She freezes. Is anything wrong?

“No, please, don’t stop now…I’m almost there.”

A heat burst overwhelms her body at his declaration, hardening her nipples and increasing her juices’ flow. In and out, she pumps his gland faster. Teeth clenched, he cries out shorter and shorter moans. His back arches. Between her lips, his gland suddenly grows and she stops moving, leaving it lying on her tongue, welcoming his warm waves.

When the flow has stopped and she has swallowed his liquor, she finally engulfs his sex and caresses his belly with her hair. He sighs endlessly and shoves his fingers into her hair, stroking it like a purring kitten. When she releases him to catch her breath, he falls down to his knees and into her arms with a final sigh. They kiss.

Grabbing his hand and putting it between her thighs, she pants in his ear.

“Touch me…please…touch me…”

Bob’s fingers rush inside her drenched panties. He thrusts and they slide along her lubricated inner lips straight into her pulsing vagina. His move is so strong, the feeling so intense, she climaxes instantly in an orgasmic explosion she screams out.

Five seconds later, a door opens in the hallway.

“Someone called?” an alarmed voice says.

Jeannie and Bob are still arms in arms, laughing with their eyes, silently.

“Take me home,” she whispers.

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