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Once I was out of bed and had a couple of minutes for my head to clear, I was able to think a little bit. I realized that except for letting Thad continue touching me a few minutes longer than I should of, I hadn’t done anything wrong. He had shown me something I didn’t know, men’s nipples can be sensitive too. Big deal! Yes he has a huge cock and I had checked it out, but it’s not something you see every day, and most people with a pulse would have to look at it, kind of like a car wreck. You don’t want to, but you just have to.

My other consoling thought is that there were at least two hot chicks in my dream and that was as good of a reason as any to wake up with a boner. Hell not like there had probably been one time in the last six or eight years when I hadn’t woke with a boner. Once I thought all of that through I was feeling much better and my cock had softened quite a bit, I realized I needed to piss. I hoped once I did I could fall back into bed and get some decent sleep.

I walked to my bathroom pulled down the front of my briefs and flopped out my semi-hard cock. I almost immediately started pissing, it was a big load. I was standing there scratching my belly and slid my hand up to my chest. In the cool early morning air, my nipples were kind of hard. I thought what the hell and ran my fingertips over one, and it immediately hardened and felt good. That made me feel better too, as I was able to tell myself, “Okay, it feels good when I do it too, not just when “a guy” did it to me!” I tumbled into bed after the piss and fell asleep almost immediately.

I was up early again, as my pool time was for the first session again. I didn’t bother with a shower as I wasn’t dirty and would be in the pool in under thirty minutes. I pulled on a speedo and my sweats grabbed some water and a couple of protein bars and drove to the pool of the day.

I had a great swim and talked to a few of the other guys. I really felt the need to make some friends in this town and was trying to be a little more outgoing than usual, since swimming at different pools and different times it was almost always different people.

Three days later I received a phone message that my swim time the next morning had been canceled because that pool had been drained and was refilling and they didn’t think it would be ready for the early morning session, and there weren’t any openings for any of the later sessions.

Damn, I hated missing a day, and text back asking for a session for one of my off days. I didn’t receive a message until early the next morning. The pool was full and ready but warned that the temperature would be very cold. I decided what the hell, I didn’t care if it was cold I didn’t want to miss a day. So I got ready and drove to the pool. The weather was cool, and the sky was cloudy and overcast. There was no chance of the sun doing any warming of the water today, and I knew it would take the better part of a week to warm a pool this size.

The lot was practically deserted. There were only two cars there. I laughed to myself and thought “What a bunch of pussies!” I walked into the locker room and stripped to my speedo. I walked out to the pool, and one guy was sitting on the side and one other guy was finishing a lap and getting out. We introduced ourselves one was Michael and the guy ucuz escort sitting on the edge was Troy. Troy said, “Dude, it is wicked cold, I don’t think you want to get in there, I got a cramp and had to get out, my buddy here is finished too!”

I laughed and said, “Well I’m from quite a bit north of here, we’re used to cold water up there, I think I’ll be alright.”

“Suit yourself.” The guy getting out of the pool said “it is fucking cold!”

He said, “We’ll stay until someone else comes or you’re finished, you know we all signed an agreement, not to leave a pool unattended or swim alone, so go ahead, let’s see what you think.”

I did a few stretches and then dove in. I felt kind of bad that they had to stay because I wanted to swim, but we all had to sign an agreement to be able to get to use the pools. The city was low on funds for this program and couldn’t afford to have a full-time staff for all five pools. So part of the deal of getting to use the pools was that we all had to be certified and pull some lifeguard duty when the pools were open to the general public. There were so many competitive swimmers in this town that no one had to pull more than two or three shifts a month. But like he said, we all had to agree to lifeguard for each other, or the city couldn’t afford to have the pools open for competitive swim practice.

I had to admit it was fucking cold, the pool felt as if it had been filled with spring water. But like I said, I was used to cold water and started doing my laps. They were both pretty amazed and sat on the edge talking and watching me. I took a break and was talking to the guys about getting on the school swimming team. They told me that since there were so many swimmers in and around this small town that even getting a tryout was difficult. Then I saw someone out of the corner of my eye come out of the locker room, and dammit all, here came Thad.

The guys followed my gaze and Troy said, if there is anyone who can help you get a tryout, there he is. Thad’s uncle is the assistant coach for the swimming team! The guys wished me luck with the tryouts and went to the locker room to get changed.

Thad and I were swimming our laps and Michael came out and signaled for us to stop. He said that he had received a call from the swim rotation manager he said, it was going to rain and for Michael to put the closed sign on the door, and turn the lock so that it locked after him. He said to let us know that we had to be out of the pool the minute it started raining, and since Thad was there he would allow us to stay until then.

Thad told me that Tom, the guy who was in charge of the pools and the competitive swim practice rotation was a good friend of his uncle and his dad, so he let Thad kind of run the place when he couldn’t around.

I told Thad that I wanted to get in as many laps as I could before it started raining. He said he had to piss and would be back in a few. I got in several more laps before he returned. I stopped for a break as Thad dove in. He came right up behind me and grazed his hands up my belly to my chest as I was coming up out of the water. He said, “See you don’t have to be pissing to have your nipples stimulated it feels good when they are hard from the cold water too!”

My ümraniye escort first instinct was to turn around and punch Thad and to tell him to leave me the fuck alone. But then I remembered his uncle was the assistant swim team coach and knew I didn’t want to piss Thad off, so I stood there for a minute and let him tease my nipples. I knew it was gay, and that bothered me, but Thad swore he wasn’t gay, he just enjoyed the touching. Thad moved in close to me and again I felt that large lump of cock flesh press against my butt. I really wanted to move away, and not encourage him, but again, I didn’t want to piss him off!

The other thing was is that it ‘did’ feel good! The warmth of his body in the cold water and the sensations in my nipples seemed to be vibrating down my body right to my cock! I could feel his warm breath against my ear as he cooed “Relax Sam, I only want to make you feel good.”

His mouth remained near my ear, as one hand continued to tease my nipple while the other stroked up and down my tight hard belly. My cock continued to swell and so did his and he kind of started humping against my butt. With all the sensations going on, I finally kind of relaxed into him as I did the last time and let Thad do as he wished. I kept telling myself this was to help me get on the Swim Team.

When I relaxed I let my head fall back and Thad’s warm breath traveled to my neck. Fuck that felt great, at about the same time his warm hand slid farther down my belly and then down over my hard cock. I really hadn’t wanted him to know that what he was doing made me hard, but now it was too late.

Thad’s attention to my hot horny body was taking its effect. My cock ached for release, as I hadn’t touched it in weeks. One of my first coach’s had said to direct that energy toward swimming and I had practiced that as much as I could. He told a whole group of us that leaving our boy toys as he called them alone would keep us sharp and focuses.

Thad’s mouth and breath were moving up and down from my ear to my shoulder and causing all kinds of erotic and confusing feelings. His other hand teasing my nipples and stroking my belly were also becoming very erotic and I felt myself moving back to respond to Thad’s huge cock lump pressing against my butt. The contrast between the cold water and Thad’s warm body had me in a sexual frenzy I hadn’t experienced in a long time and now I was aching for release.

I told myself that there was nothing wrong with what was happening, and I was going to relax into it as much as I could. I wanted Thad to like me and I was feeling erotic sensations that I had never experienced, I took a long slow deep breath and as I exhaled I allowed myself to relax more against Thad’s touches and attention. I was turning my head toward Thad to tell him that it did feel great, as his hand was slowly sliding into my speedo. He face was next to mine and his lips brushed against mine. But next exactly in a kiss. I don’t think he was expecting my movement.

Just then the sky rumbled, and then actually thundered. That brought me back to reality and gave me a reason to break away. I said, “Come on Thad we need to get our laps in before this storm hits!” He smiled and said, “Come on then let’s race and really get in a good work üsküdar escort out!”

With that, he turned and jumped out of the pool. He was turned back around looking at me. My eyes traveled up his muscular legs to his pale yellow speedo the size of his bulge was enormous and the way his cock stretched it out made it semi-transparent. When I hoisted myself out and stood up, I glanced at his bulge again, it was so big it was pulling the waistband away from his tight belly.

We positioned ourselves within the lane markers on the bottom of the pool. I looked down and saw the bulge the in my speedos and wondered how much drag that would cause, as I had never had to swim with a hard-on before.

Thad smiled at me and said, “Okay on three!”

Just then the sky rumbled again, and Thad counted off. We dove in and both did our best to beat the other. I was really having to concentrate now. I could feel my boner in my speedos, the dream I had about Thad flashed through my mind. I looked to my right and saw him pulling away from me.

The sky rumbled again! Since we had agreed on three laps we were both putting our all into it. I knew my chances of beating Thad were slim, but I at least wanted to give a good show and I really dug in and went for it.

By the second lap, I had pulled back to neck and neck and it started to drizzle. I knew there wouldn’t be any other chances today. Thad and I had never raced in a sprint. I knew he was stronger than me in the long run, but decided to throw everything into it, as I wouldn’t have to swim against him again today. I kept picturing in my mind the scene from my dream where Thad was sitting on the edge of the pool with a boner waiting for me. I had seen his boner before we started and realized that except for the hot chicks in bikinis and the guys cheering me on to deep throat him, part of the dream wasn’t too far-fetched!

When I hit the end of the pool to turn for our third lap, I made the turn about a split second before Thad and pushed off so hard, it almost gave me a leg cramp in the cold water. I push on, I knew I shouldn’t be something in me made me need to.

I had propelled past Thad and was really into it. I could also feel my left leg spasm with almost every stroke, I knew I had to finish this fast as I was about to go into a full-blown cramp. I glanced over at the last turn and saw that I had gain about a half of body length on Thad. I knew it was wrong but I seemed to have the need to do it, and when I turned, I almost crunched into a ball and pushed off with all of my might!

Three hard kicks and then it happened. I got the full blown charley horse that I knew was coming! I was almost paralyzed! We were of course at the deep end of the pool. Thad pulled ahead of me a couple of body lengths and since we were both watching each other closely he knew something had happened when he pulled ahead of me.

Being the nice guy Thad is he came right over to help me. I mean I’m a great swimmer and could have gotten myself to the shallow end and out of the pool, but this was the worst cramp I’d ever had. He immediately put his arms around me and helped me to the shallow end.

It was raining hard now, but the cold rain wasn’t any different than the temperature of the water in the pool. Thad was caring and held me as we made our way to the steps. A bolt of lightning shot across the sky followed by a loud clap of thunder. “Come on, we have to get out of here before we get fried!”

His warm body was holding me as I limped to the locker room. I realized now that it wasn’t sexual, I really, really enjoyed the feeling of him against me!

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NOTE: The following story uses the concept of a flashback. So don’t be confused when it suddenly goes back in time.

PART ONE: THE PROLOGUE

“Do you still love me,” asks Vicky Swain, a beautiful and blonde woman of thirty-five years.

She sees the look of deception and defiance across her husband’s face as he hesitates to respond. She wants to hear the truth from his lips, but she’s positive that lies will pour out of his mouth.

“Always, dear. Always.” replies her husband, Thomas. He then proceeds to kiss her shortly on the mouth. The kiss was not one of passion, but rather, reluctance.

Thomas Swain departs from the prescence of his wife and goes into his office. Thomas is a high school science teacher, who specializes in chemistry and the human anatomy. He also engages in scientific research that the government pays him for, resulting in him being a very rich man. His reluctance to his wife didn’t just occur. His self-hate for his lovely wife came about three years ago when a tragedy struck this once-happy family. Three years ago, Thomas and Vicky’s son, Ronnie, was killed in a car crash. He was driving with his mother to the grocery store. On the way back, he crashed the car onto an oncoming mini-van. Both Ronnie and his mother were injured. Ronnie was dead on arrival, while Vicky survived, and lived on with the guilt of her son’s death for the rest of her days. Not only that, but her husband places the blame all on her. Thomas believes that Vicky could of somehow prevented the car accident from ocurring. But known only to her, it all came too fast. She feels guilty, and Thomas wants to divorce her. Three years hasn’t changed their relationship, so Thomas refuses to try anymore.

Vicky blames herself for everything that has happened. She has contemplated committing suicide, but she has backed out numerous times. She is extremely depressed, and hates the way her husband looks at her everyday. For three years, Vicky hasn’t had sex with her husband. Sexual passion has been omitted from their marriage. He wants to feel it once more, but doesn’t know how. Meanwhile, her husband, Thomas, has plans of his own for the marriage.

PART TWO: THE VISITOR

Vicky is in her garden, digging out weeds and retrieving the now-grown vegetables that she had planted. Her hands are in the ground when she notices her husband pull up in his Chevy truck. Thomas Swain exits the truck and goes into the house. He goes into the house with a young visitor, probably around eighteen years old. She gets up from the ground and heads back into the house to ask her husband why this kid is at her house. When Vicky approaches the young man, she is shocked to see what he looks like. He looks just like Ronnie, her dead son. She immediately looks at her husband, who soon introduces the kid to her.

“His name is Matt Stroble,” says Thomas. “He’s one of my chemistry students who needs some help with his homework. I had no more time at school, so he agreed to have a session here.”

Thomas looks at his wife, who obviously is disturbed by this Matt Stroble, who looks like her deceased son.

“I hope it’s not a problem, hun,” Thomas says to his wife. “We can always go somewhere else if it bothers you.”

“No,” reluctantly replies Vicky. “It’s not a problem.”

“Thanks Mrs. Swain for letting me study here.” says Matt.

Vicky looks at Matt as he talked to her. He sounds almost identical to her son. The way his eyes buckle. The way his lips glisten. And the posture he takes as he stands. This boy is just like her son. In all aspects. Vicky nods at Matt and her husband, and heads towards the swimming pool out on the outside deck. She changes into her bikini, which greatly shows her delicate and firm breast size. She puts on her black sunglasses and walks out onto the swimming pool deck, where she lays in her lounge chair, waiting for the burning sun to fall on her glowing skin. As she sits there, she promptly starts to daily routine. Her daily routine every since her husband has shunned her. She gets no sex from her husband, so she demonstrates it on herself. She fondles her own breasts, going underneath her bra and touching her hard nipples. As she’s doing this with one hand, she brings down her other hand into her panties, where puts her finger in her pussy, and starts pleasuring herself. She begins to finger herself. She rocks back and forth in her chair to prolong the intense sensation of giving herself an orgasm. Her breastplay makes her feel like a woman again, and her fingers inside her vagina show her what she’s been missing. She continuously feels her fingers inside her pussy, and eventually, speeds it up. She keeps thrusting and thrusting and a higher pace. She’s close to climax.

“Oooh, ooh. Ahhh. Ahhh.” Vicky screams in response to her self inflicted orgasm. She slowly stops fingering herself, and takes her fingers out of her panties. She gets up and jumps in the pool. She swims a few laps around the pool, showing off her athleticism. After going through her daily swim, she attempts etiler escort to get out of the pool by climbing the ladder that leads to the surface. As she begins to climb the ladder, her bikini top gets snagged on the piercing edge of one of the steps on the ladder. She tries to joust it free, but the bra is ripped from her body. Now topless, she tries to pull the top away from the ladder, which has clenched it. It takes a struggle, but she finally is able to get it out. However, she is unable to put it back on. It’s useless. She throws it over by her chair, and she attempts to climb out again. As she gets out, she sees young Matt Stroble looking at her from a distance. After she sees him, she quickly covers her bare breasts, and watches Matt scurry off in fright. Vicky walks over to her lounge chair and covers herself with a towel.

Vicky then proceeds to walk back into the house. Thomas abruptly walks up to her and says, “I have to run back to the school. I left some of my materials there. Is it okay if I leave Matt here with you?”

“It’s fine, but don’t be long,” replies Vicky. “He was watching me while I was in the pool. I was naked.”

Thomas angrily says, “Why were you walking the deck naked? Huh?”

“I didn’t plan on it. My top snagged on the ladder of the pool. And when I got out, I saw Matt staring me down. It was embarrassing.”

“He’s a good kid. I’ll be gone twenty minutes. If he gets out of control with his horny mind, which he probably won’t, keep him in check. Can you do that?”

“Yes I can.”

“Good.”

Thomas walks out the front door and gets into his car. He then drives away. Vicky walks towards the bathroom so that she can get changed into something else. She opens the door and sees a more disturbing sight than she has ever fell witness to. Matt is on the toilet seat, grabbing and throttling his own dick and getting himself off. And in one of his hands are panties, that Vicky soon recognizes to be hers. Matt is jacking off hard, like he’s never done it before. He looks and sees Vicky, and grows scared. In his frightened state, he immediately blows a load, and seeds of his cum fly all over the bathroom walls.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Swain.” frightenly says Matt.

Vicky shakes her head and says, “Are those my panties you’re jacking off to?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Give them to me.”

Matt walks over to her, dick still dangling, and hands her her panties.

“Good,” says Vicky. “Now pull your pants up and clean the shit off the walls. And then get out of my house.”

“OK.”

She walks into her bedroom and goes straight to the closet, where she picks out an outfit to wear. A black shirt, with a tan skirt. She looks beautiful. She goes into her living room and sits down on the couch, and opens a book to read. As she looks up, a blushing Matt looks down on her.

“I finished cleaning up, Mrs. Swain.”

“Good. Now go away.”

Matt starts to walk away slowly, but then he turns back and faces Vicky.

Matt says, “I just wanted to apologize. I usually don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what? Jack off in someone else’s home? Painting a stranger’s bathroom walls with your cum? Or stealing an older woman’s panties and sniffing them until he get a boner?”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Swain.” says Matt.

“I’m going to tell you this before you hurt yourself, okay? Don’t treat your dick like that. Keep doing it like that and you’ll bruise it. Don’t do it much, do ya?”

“No, I don’t.” Matt slowly says.

“I could tell. You were beating it and beating it and nothing was happening. Then when you saw me, you unloaded. I’m going to help you because if you keep doing on what you’re doing, you’ll never please yourself or a woman.”

“What do you mean?”

“Here,” says Vicky as she puts down her book and stands up, approaching Matt. She quickly thrusts her hand on his crotch, which is covered by his pants. She gets on her knees and unzips his pants.

“What are you doing, Mrs. Swain?” asks Matt.

“Shut up. You got off on me. Now I’m going to get off on you.”

Vicky sticks her hand underneath the kid’s underwear and brings out Matt’s nine inch cock, which now has grown to full size. She grasps the erect dick with her hand and starts jacking him off. She thrusts his dick in her hand as he’s looking down at her in amazement.

“I don’t think we should be doing this, Mrs. Swain.” proclaims Matt.

“You wanna know what I think,” says Vicky. “I think that I should suck your cock. Don’t you think so?”

Vicky sees Matt’s hesitance to react. So she speaks again. “C’mon, Matt. You stroke your cock over my panties. Now you got me, and you’re going shy on me. Don’t you want me to suck your dick? Lick your cock? Blow you so good that you’ll want more?”

“Umm.” mumbles Matt.

“Don’t you want my pretty mouth on your virgin dick? You want me to suck you dry? Blow your seed all over my face and have me lick it off? Don’t you want to fuck me in the mouth, and then cum in eve gelen escort it? Have me swallow your sperm, you horny devil? Don’t you want me to give you deepthroat?”

“Umm.”

“Well, I don’t care what you want. I know what I want. And I want to suck your cock until you cum in my mouth, and then which, I’ll swallow everything. You like it?”

Vicky envelopes her mouth around Matt’s dick. She strokes his head with her sexy tongue. She hears Matt’s groans from above. “Ohhh. Ohhh.” Vicky is rapidly succeeding. She lifts his dick up and places her tongue on his balls where she intensely licks. She snowly moves her tongue up from his ball sack up the length of his dick, and then finally reaching the top of his dick, where she finally sticks it in her mouth.

She ferociously sucks on his cock, rushing it in and out of her mouth.

“Oh, that feels so good.” moans Matt.

Vicky frees his cock from her mouth and rocks it in her hand. She looks as seductive as hell as pre-cum drips from her mouth. She looks up and gives Matt a seductive stare with her blazing eyes. She drops his cock from her sweaty hands and rises. She looks at Matt in the eyes and says, “You know what I want now?”

Matt looks down at Vicky’s pussy, which is now covered by her tan skirt. Vicky catches Matt’s stare and says, “You got it, hot shot. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to remember this day. You lost your virginity to a thirty-five year old blonde who you power fucked. Sounds good huh?”

“Yeah.”

Matt walks towards her with dick in his hand. Vicky quickly says, “You’re not fucking me here. If my husband were to come home, we wouldn’t be able to cover it up. So, you will fucking me in my bedroom. Let’s go.”

Matt pulls up his pants and follows Vicky to her bedroom. When he enters the room, Vicky is laying down on her bed. Her legs are spread, inviting his dick for a fuck. He brings out his cock and approaches her.

“Stick it in there baby. Fuck my pussy.” Vicky says.

Matt lifts up Vicky’s skirt, slides over her panties, and slides his hard dick into her pussy. He slowly drills her pussy with his dick, and by the look on her face, she’s not aroused.

“Fuck me harder, Matty. If I wanted a slow fuck, I could’ve fucked myself. Got me?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Matt starts going faster and faster. As his speed quickens, Vicky starts to moan. Her moans get louder and louder. She is aroused and she is liking it.

“You like that, you blonde bitch.” yells Matt.

“Oooh, you’re a dirty talker. I like that. C’mon. Don’t slow down, speed the fuck up. Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck ME!!! Oh. Oh, oh, oh. Ahhhhhh. Oooh, I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Oh, oh!!!!”

Matt starts impaling her harder and harder at every instant, until he finally hits her G-spot, and which she screams out in vivified sexual pleasure. Matt quickly snatches his cock out of her pussy and clenches it.

“I’m cumming. I can’t control it. Aaah.” Matt screams.

“Hold on,” Vicky says. She quickly gets up and rushes towards him. She gets on her knees and forces Matt’s dick into her mouth.

“It’s coming. Aaaah.”

Matt’s explosion of his cum erupts inside her mouth, but it’s too much for her to handle. She is able to swallow the incoming sperm, but most of it gets her face. A beautiful blonde woman with cum covering her face. What a delight. To Matt, she looks extremely sexy. Vicky gets up and bends her ass over the bed. She points her finger towards her ass.

“Wait a minute,” Matt shockingly says. “I thought we were finished.”

“Think again, Matty,” says Vicky. “You’re not off the hook yet.”

“What hook?”

“I wanted a great fuck, Matty. And you’re performing rather well, but you see, you haven’t done what I want you do yet.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Vicky points at her ass and says, “What do you think?”

“No, I’m not doing that.” He rushes for the door.

“You’re not going anywhere. I’m here for a fuck and you’re going to give it to me. I’ve sucked you hard and dry, plus I’ve let you fuck my pussy. Now it’s my turn to get something out of this pointless sex. I want you to fuck me in the ass. And I want you to do it hard.”

“I don’t think so, Vicky.”

“This works much better if you call me Mrs. Swain.”

Vicky gets up and takes off her shirt revealing her bra. “Take it off.” Vicky instructs.

Matt hesitates. Vicky grabs one of Matt’s hands and puts it in her pussy. “Aaah.” She places his other hand on her breasts.

“Now, take it off.”

Matt goes behind Vicky and attempts to take off the bra. He tries and he tries, but he is unable to release it. It takes minutes before Vicky tells how to take it off, and he does it. Her bra falls aimlessly to the ground. She faces Matt, with her voloptuous breasts. Matt stares at them in amazement. He puts his hands on them to touch them. He then puts his face into them, sucking on her lovely nipples.Vicky then removes fatih escort Matt from her breasts. She goes over to the bed and bends over. “If you want more, fuck me in the ass.”

Matt wants more, and Vicky knows this. He walks over to her fine ass and slowly sticks his dick into it. He slowly moves in and out of her ass trying to do it faster, but to no avail. He still keeps fucking her in the ass. And finally, after minutes of waiting, he hears her moan. But her moans are more of pain than of pleasure. As he’s fucking her, he reaches over with his hands and grabs both of her breasts. As he’s fucking her from behind, her breasts bounce all over the place, making her look even more sexy. He then grasps her arms and folds them behind her back. He then proceeds to arch her back and fuck her at a more distinct angle, getting her off a lot easier. Then after a while, “Oh, you’re so good. You’re making me cum. It hurts so good. Ah, ah, ooh.” She flips back her hair in a sexy fashion. Matt then realizes that Vicky is in great shape for her age, because it seems like he’s fucking a college girl. She is so beautiful and sexy, he doesn’t want to stop. It feels so good, and she likes him.

“STOP.”

Matt’s aspirations stop abruptly as she said it. But he doesn’t stop it. He hears her, but doesn’t listen.

“I said stop. Stop fucking me, Matty.”

He then stops. He withdraws from her ass and looks at Vicky’s beautiful face. He thinks of how beautiful the wife of his grisly teacher is. She gets up from the bed and gets on her knees in front of Matt. She clenches his cold hard cock and presses it against her face until his sperm gushes out of it. It drips into her mouth, and some even rolls onto her body, onto her beautifully shaped breasts and onto her lovely shoulders. Then Vicky licks the remaining cum off of his dick.

“Ummm, delicious.” Vicky seductively says.

But what they don’t know is that her husband, Thomas, is watching very closely with a video camera in hand.

Sitting there, dick in hand, Vicky looks at the boy who looks just like her son, and then gets a gentle reminder of what was once.

FLASHBACK ONE: A REMINDER OF WHAT WAS ONCE

“Dad just called and said that he will be home late,” says Ronnie Swain. “Late staff meeting, I guess.”

“Oh,” replies Vicky, his mother. “That’s too bad. I’ve made my special casserole dinner. Too bad he’ll miss it.”

“Too bad for him, but not too bad for me.”

“At least there’s good to come out of it. So how are you and Jessica doing? Getting serious?”

“It don’t think so mom.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, she’s kind of a frisky girl. She wants to have sex with me.”

Ronnie looks at his mother, who seems grieve-striken. “I don’t think you should tell me about your sex life, Ronnie.” says Vicky.

“I wouldn’t of brought it up, but I heard you and Dad going at it last night.”

“That’s what a married couples do. They have sex.”

“But you were loud. I heard it all.”

“What’s this all about, Ronnie?”

“I want to know what to do. What does Dad do in order to please you? Get what I’m saying?”

“Experience is what gets you better. Me and your father sucked the first time we had sex. So don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“I think Jessica’s the one. I don’t want to screw it up with her.”

Vicky looks at her son’s face, and wants to make him feel better. So she says, “Fine. I’ll help you, but it’ll only work one way. After dinner, come to my room. I’ll give you some pointers.”

“Thanks a bunch mom.” happily says Ronnie.

“You’re welcome.” Vicky answers.

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It is after dinner and Ronnie Swain walks into his mother’s bedroom, but he doesn’t see her. But then he sees that the bathroom light is on, so she must be in there. Suddenly the light turns off, and his mother opens the door and walks into the room with a white robe on. She walks to her bed and sits down, beckoning her son to do the same.

Ronnie sits down and gazes at his beautiful mother, as he hopes to get her insight into what he should do.

“Touch me here,” Vicky says, as she points to her concealed chest.

Ronnie sits back, worried, wondering what his mother is trying to pull.

“Why do you want me to do that?”

“Just do it,” responds his mother.

Ronnie reaches his hand toward his mother’s chest, which is covered by the robe. As his hand gets closer to her chest, Vicky quickly disrobes, and Ronnie’s hand falls flat on her magnificent breasts. But, he quickly removes his hand after he realizes what she’s doing. He stares at his mother in admiration, and he chokes on his words.

“Um…, mom. What are you doing? I thought you would actually help me with my sex life, instead, you are trying to seduce me. I’m going to tell dad, you know?”

Ronnie rises from the bed and walks towards the door. He doesn’t look back. Vicky jumps up quickly and runs to her disappointed son. She takes his hand and turns him around. Her huge breasts are still hanging out amidst her robe.

“Son,” Vicky says to her son. “I am trying to help you, but for me, it is easier to show you, rather than tell you. You learn from experience. And I want to help you with that.”

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I awoke with a start and sat up in bed. By the angle of the moon’s light through the east window, I guessed it was four in the morning. Beiju stirred in the bed next to me, but did not wake. I thought of rousing her to make love, but decided to let her sleep.

We were in the village of Deleng on the Amur River, where the Chinese Empire maintained a military outpost and little else. An active marketplace and a few craft shops, however, had sprung up in the shadow of the barracks, and the local tribes — and occasionally Russian hunters — brought basic goods there to trade. The Far East Crown Agent, Jackson, who was our contact in Deleng, had told us that it was our last good spot for any sort of provisions before we continued up the river, a journey for which he had engaged a bargeman to take us on our first leg.

We had originally planned to stay in Deleng for a week, but that had stretched into ten days with Lord Harrington’s typical hesitation before delving into the unknown, a tendency in him that I feared one day would put me in serious danger.

Still, it was ten days well spent. Jackson pointed out to me the six dialects spoken by the various locals, along with three separate racial types, not including the two Brits, me, and a few Russians.

The Cantonese I’d learned as a boy in Cheyenne, Wyoming was next to useless. I did manage to convey to the Russians that I was “Americanisch,” using the term I’d learned from Russian whalers in Alaska. I’m not sure they believed me, and, while I didn’t know the Russian for it, I thought it best not to mention my British companions in any case.

We also laid in several sacks of rice and barrels of dried meat, fish, and fruit. Harrington was upset that we couldn’t get wheat flour, but he’d get over it. And tea; Harrington insisted on a small crate of tea, and, ridiculously, a bulky Russian contraption called a “samovar” to boil water for it. While he never said so, I was certain that Jackson was glad he wouldn’t be continuing on with us.

My three rifles, two revolvers, and crates of ammunition for each had been brought from San Francisco. Even the Russians had had little better than flintlocks, so I kept the guns well hidden at all times; these were likely the most valuable equipment for a hundred miles around.

In the darkness, I considered whether there was anything I needed to prepare before we departed, but decided there was not. My thoughts returned to Beiju.

She çekiç ve gül bir behzat ç hikayesi izle was a prostitute, of course, but in the ten days we’d spent together, I’d grown quite fond of her. Harrington, typically, had chosen the very youngest girls available, two of them, when we’d taken our rooms. I expected that he’d subjected them to every sort of abuse he could imagine; it was as if it was a matter of pride for him. I’d learned during our voyage across the Pacific to change the subject as quickly as possible whenever he started bragging about his sexual exploits: the man was a pig.

What I’d looked for was a girl at the state between the fear or misplaced excitement of youth and the bitterness of long experience; “resignation,” I’d named it to myself. I could neither bring myself to despoil innocence nor subject myself to the bitterness born of abuse from others, but for a brief moment in time, some prostitutes — probably not all of them — could be pleasant company.

And this was Beiju. She had come from somewhere to the north, I made out from our pantomiming to each other, but her parents had sold her several years before after their flocks had suffered an epidemic. She was a striking woman, full-breasted and curvy, particularly for an Asian, and with unusually thick eyebrows that at first I found a bit off-putting, but that I later came to like quite a bit.

For ten days we’d lived, to the extent that circumstances allowed it, as lovers, strolling together through the market and watching the musicians and acrobats together. I bought her baubles and collected bouquets of flowers for her, a gesture I’m not sure translated entirely as I had hoped. But she seemed eventually to enjoy herself with me, due in part, I expect, to me being the first person who’d ever cared whether she enjoyed herself or not.

Back in our room, I ran my hand slowly up her calf under the blanket, deciding that she might want as much as I did a last morning of love-making before I left. She stirred, and I sensed that she was awake, but she remained silent. I thought she might just have been staring at me, in the moonlight better able to see me than I could see her.

“John Smith … good man,” she finally murmured from the darkness. I started running my hand in earnest higher up her leg. “Make Beiju happy.” It pleased me very much to hear her say that, and chasing waves izle I turned to prop myself over her hips on my arms, expecting to start cuddling. She giggled and rolled to her back, spreading her legs. “John Smith … make Beiju happy … now.”

I certainly didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I threw the blanket off of her and made my way up her body, stopping along the way to caress and kiss her belly and soft breasts as I went. Finally in position, I arched my back and hips to bring my hard member to rest on her stomach, then embraced and kissed her. I wasn’t in a hurry, and I tickled my balls on her pubic hair a long moment before pressing my cock length-wise against her mound, slowly drawing it down against her pussy and turning small circles with my hips to help find the groove of her lips.

Finding the groove, I rubbed up and down against her. She moaned, and I could feel that she was getting wet. After a few minutes of this, she tried to reach down between us, but my arms were hooked under hers and blocked her access. She cocked her hand up by her shoulder, to slide it past my arm and between us by another route, but I pulled my arm in close to our sides again to keep her hand from getting by. I kissed her and slowly shook my head, whispering, “No, no,” and redoubling my pace up and down against her slit.

She exhaled sharply, spurred her heels under my buttocks, and grabbed me by the hair with both hands. “John Smith … bad man. No make Beiju happy!” But she started bucking her hips wildly against me, and after a few minutes moaned, “Oh! John Smith! Oh! Oh!” and, grinding against me a few last times, she collapsed under me.

I was a little winded just from holding on, and she took advantage of my distraction to get her hand between us finally, and hitched her hips up a moment as she forced the head of my cock down and into her wet slit, where it easily slipped a couple of inches into her. She spurred her heels against my buttocks again, urging me deeper, and tickled my balls a moment before rolling her fingers in her wetness. Then she reached her hand around my hips and slowly pressed two wet fingertips into my ass.

“Oh, fuck!” I shouted, and started plowing hard into her.

“Yes, John Smith. You fuck Beiju good.” Like an expert rider on a galloping horse, she directed my thrashing with a minimal amount of effort on her part, her two fingers prodding my christina in the country izle ass and her heels and hips meeting my rhythm. Before long I came so hard I felt sure my balls must have shriveled to the size of peas.

Her fingers still teasing my ass, she stroked my face with her other hand and kissed me.

“John Smith … good-bye today.” She brought my hand to her lips and kissed my fingers. “Come back.” She seemed genuinely sad that I was leaving.

We made love again, more slowly, more affectionately this time, and then we said our good-byes. I gave her a red silk scarf I’d found in the market for the occasion.

And then I went to get Harrington. Once again, he wasn’t ready, but Jackson was also waiting on him. The two of us hired a couple porters to take our luggage to the barges, and then, deciding that I had some extra time, I asked Jackson to stay with our goods while I ran a few last errands.

I went to the marketplace and bought some additional supplies, which I had delivered to the barge, and then I went back to the inn. Harrington was finally moving, and he started to tell me about how he had needed to give his two girls “something to remember him by,” but I quickly told him I had some last business with our innkeeper, and that he should get to the barges to make sure our goods didn’t disappear. “Quite right,” he replied, and he left in haste.

Twenty minutes later, I arrived at the barges, leading Beiju by the hand. When Harrington saw us, he shouted to me, “You quite like that girl, Yankee! Having your good-byes at the dock, are you?”

I walked right up to him and looked him straight in the eye. “She’s coming with us.” I shook Jackson’s hand and thanked him for his service, and then helped Beiju onto the barge before boarding myself.

After a long hesitation and then some sputtering, Harrington started bellowing, “Jesus Christ, Smith! We can’t have your bed-warmer tagging along with us!”

I barely acknowledged him. “She’ll be our translator. Can you talk with the bargemen?” I motioned to Beiju to tell the bargemen they could push off now, which she did.

“Well,” Harrington continued, “we don’t have provisions for her!”

“We do,” I replied. “I bought them while you were saying good-bye to your friends.”

“Then, why shouldn’t I have my ‘friends’ come along as well?”

I sat down with Beiju, leaning against the wall of the barge and trying to stay out of the sailors’ way. I shot Harrington a look. “They’d just keep you from making new friends, wouldn’t they?” I tilted my broad-rimmed hat over my eyes and ignored anything else he had to say, clutching Beiju close to my side to reassure her in case Harrington’s yammerings had left her feeling unwelcome. She leaned her head on my shoulder, and we both fell asleep as the bargemen set sail.

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It was about eight in the morning. I snuggled into her back — like two spoons in a drawer. Gradually I slid my hand down the silken material of her pyjama bottoms to stroke the material into the cleft of her buttocks. She responded by moving her hips towards me, drawing her knees up to part her buttocks more.

I stroked down her thighs which gradually parted to allow me to draw my hand up between her legs to stoke her love nest through her pyjamas, now warm with her moistness.

I drew my hand back to gently rub and tease her anus before sliding my hand to the top of her pyjama trousers to draw them down over her hips.

I was now able to push my fingers into her warm, silky, buttocks and slide my middle finger into her anus which was by now lubricated with the juices seeping from her vagina. She raised her knees even further up allowing me to penetrate her to the full length of my finger. She moaned softly as I withdrew it slowly before stroking between her legs to her warm, wet, pussy.

My finger felt no resistance as it slid into her waiting orifice as she ground her bum against me.

Gradually she snowpiercer izle turned onto her back such that I had to slide my hand from behind her, over her hips and down her stomach to her thick pubic curls.

I allowed my hand to linger there, enjoying the feel of her crisp curls between my fingers, finding those few, extra long hairs just above the start of her cleft. I indulged in one of my pleasures of entwining the curls in my fingers before gradually drawing the hairs up until she has to lift her hips from the bed to avoid the pulling becoming too sore. Slowly I release the hairs and she relaxes onto the bed.

My hand now slides between her thighs, gently prising open the wet cleft protecting her already erect clitoris. I tease her clit with my finger before sliding my hand further down to penetrate her waiting vagina with not one but two fingers to their full length. Now she begins to moan and writhe with every flick of my fingers in her.

Prolonging her sensations I withdraw my fingers to stroke her now swollen labia and the sensitive area between her open vagina so help me todd izle and her anus. Again I thrust a finger in — meeting no resistance. Her anus is open waiting for me to penetrate.

By now she wants more. I slid from the side of the bed to my knees, drawing her with me by her hips. I can now place my head easily between her wide-parted thighs. She waits — poised for me to lightly brush my lips over her vaginal lips before flicking my tongue upwards over the underside of her uncovered, erect clit. She lifts her hips up, thrusting her wet pussy to my mouth. I lick harder before drawing her clit between my lips to gently nibble on it. Her quiet sighs of pleasure become louder, turning into moans and groans.

By now her love juices cover my mouth, moistening my chin.

I raise my head to look up her naked body — her pyjama trousers have long since slid off her legs. Her thick bush is before my eyes as I look over her stomach to see her kneading both her breasts with her hands, her nipples fully erect and hard, the size of small thimbles. Her head is slowly sokağın çocukları izle moving from side to side, her mouth partially open and her skin glowing from pleasure.

I reach over her to the bedside cabinet to get her Rabbit vibrator.

“No – I don’t know if I can take any more.” Are the first words she moans since we started.

“We’ll see.” I reply, as I slow slide the phallic shaped centre of the double-eared toy into her well-lubricated pussy. One set of ears fits perfectly onto her clitoris — the other set nuzzle at her anus.

I slide the battery control on for the gyrating cock in her vagina and increase the tempo — she begins to writhe. I then slide on the control for the ears, their vibrations must send waves of pleasure through her as she writhes even more — raising herself upwards onto to the Rabbit which penetrates her deeper. I move it forwards and backwards — side to side, she is now almost screaming with ecstasy.

I slowly withdraw the vibrator and mount her sliding my erect penis into her hot gaping pussy — but not for long — she needs to be taken further with the Rabbit.

I resume my cunnilingus of her love nest before re-inserting the Rabbit continuing to thrust it in her until she cannot take any more. Then I mount her again for my own satisfaction.

In some ways this is an anticlimax to the sight of the Rabbit in her and the taste of her love juices in my mouth and the sounds of her coming to orgasm.

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Candace Biggerstaff sat at her security desk, scanning the monitors for … well, nothing really. Friday evenings at the Wasserman building were typically nothing more than a one-way flow of businessmen and women who simply could not get out soon enough. Sure, there were always the ones who worked later into the evenings, but even they were fewer on a holiday weekend.

Candace had hoped to spend this Memorial Day weekend escaping the city herself, but unfortunately her boss needed to make a last-minute schedule change. He promised her extra time off for Independence Day but that was small consolation today.

She was watching the steady egress from the building when there came a lone figure moving as though a salmon swimming upstream. The downstream flow was all business suits and ties and briefcases, while the upstream man wore coveralls and carried a toolbox.

“Hi, Don. It’s the west one today,” she said with a smile.

“Isn’t it always?” Donald replied with an even bigger grin than hers. “Well, the sooner I get to it, the sooner I can get out of here.”

Candace watched as Donald ambled his way to the hallway off to the right. His slightly rumpled blue coveralls were not especially flattering, and his rugged work boots were rather clunky, but still she could not peel her gaze from him as he walked toward the escalator that was needing repair.

As Donald disappeared around the corner Candace was startled by the voice of her co-worker Tom.

“Now, now, Mrs. Biggerstaff. What would the boss say if he knew I caught you ogling the repairman?”

“Oh, hey, Tom. Did you finish the five o’clock sweep?”

“Yep. Looks like it’s gonna be a quiet night around here tonight. I think I’ll order in a pizza.”

About an hour later they sat at their respective stations, Tom with his feet kicked up onto the desk beside the sign-in log book, and Candace at her bank of security monitors.

Video surveillance was her specialty, and she had designed many systems for her company including this one. And to pass the time she often tinkered with the various software settings in an effort to improve performance and efficiency.

As she clicked through the various cameras she saw empty hallway after empty hallway, but then she came to the camera trained on the west hallway where the escalator was. She activated the joystick and swiveled the camera’s view to the base of the escalator where Donald was lying on the floor with his head poked into an access panel. His body would shift slightly from time to time as he reached for one thing or another within the hole in the wall.

With her hand still wrapped firmly around the joystick controller she stared at the hunky repairman’s prone body and began to entertain a naughty thought. But how to pull it off? she thought.

Candace’s fingers began flying across the keyboard, opening a menu here, a file directory there. What she devilishly schemed to do was to put the camera feed from the east escalator’s hallway into the monitor rotation where the west one was. By electronically flipping the image from left to right it would look correct, killing county izle and with the building being as quiet as it was it could easily go unnoticed.

Then Candace maneuvered the console’s joystick to zoom in on the repairman’s body. Lastly she activated a sequence to record the feed of this camera onto a separate hard drive.

Her fingers trembled slightly in anticipation of what she was planning. She tried to calm her excitement and put on the air of boredom that would have been expected on this particular evening.

“Hey, Tom,” she called across the desk. Damn! That didn’t sound bored at all!

She needn’t have worried as Tom had his earbuds in and was listening to a game. His concentration was rapt as she walked around to his side of the desk. She was glad to have a second chance to begin her scheme.

“Tom!” Candace half-hollered, tapping him on the shoulder. He pulled one earbud out and gave her one ear, but only begrudgingly.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll go ahead and do the next sweep. I need to stretch my legs a bit anyway.” She affected her most disinterested tone to sell the effect.

“OK, whatever. Game’s getting exciting.” He plugged his bud back in place and resumed his distraction.

As Candace’s heels clicked down the hallway she could feel herself getting more aroused with each step. Was she really planning on seducing the escalator repairman? But her resolve only strengthened the further away from the security desk she got. The thought of recording her tryst with the building’s security camera made her nipples grow hard beneath her uniform.

Before disappearing around the corner she took one final glimpse of Tom at his station, still completely absorbed in his game, and blissfully unaware of is co-worker’s plot.

Candace quieted her steps as she approached the man, still lying on the floor working on the escalator’s operating system. She figured that an element of surprise would afford her the best advantage.

She knelt beside him and could not help admiring his body, or what she could make of it in his unflattering uniform. There was a rumpled sexiness to him as his body writhed slightly as he worked the machinery, and she could hear little grunts as though he was trying to loosen a stubborn bolt.

It’s now or never, she thought. In one swift movement she straddled the man’s hips and lowered herself on top of him. She dropped one hand directly on his crotch and leaned forward to whisper into the darkness where his head and hands were.

“What the-?” Donald started and he nearly bucked Candace off him.

“Shhhhhhhh,” she reassured him in a smoky voice. “You just looked like you needed a little relief, so here’s what you need to do. I don’t want you to move from where you are right now. If you do, I’ll stop immediately. But if you can stay where you are right now and keep your hands busy doing whatever they’re doing, I promise you a night you won’t ever forget. Deal?”

Donald’s body relaxed slightly and he remained still for several seconds as he considered what might be in store.

“O kıyma izle …K…” he managed to say, his voice muffled from his position.

Candace allowed her grip on his crotch to become firmer and she felt Donald growing predictably harder in her hand.

“Mmmmmmmm,” she purred in appreciation. “Now this is all about you, understand? I just want you to enjoy this.”

Her hands slid up the rough fabric of his coveralls, pausing briefly to trace the embroidered patch on his left breast that read ‘Donny’. She smiled at the cute nickname and allowed her hand to resume its journey up to the zipper pull.

Oh, so slowly she began to draw it down. From his sexy chin which she could just make out with its stubbly beard, between his strong pectorals, across his belly and finally coming to rest between his log-like thighs.

Beneath the coveralls he wore a simple T-shirt and jeans. Candace tugged the shirt free from his waistband and drew it as far up Donald’s rugged body as she was able, leaving it gathered just below his armpits.

His body was covered in a dusting of soft, brown hair. Her hands admired his taught flesh and strong abs as they glided back down to the button on his jeans.

She began to twist the fabric to get enough grip to unfasten his jeans. “I only have a few minutes, so I hope you don’t mind my going right to the main event,” she whispered huskily. She thought she heard a grunt in return.

Simultaneously she drew down the zipper and reached into his jeans to grip his pulsing cock. She wrestled the elastic of his boxers down for better access to his full glory, and his wonderful balls. Oh, but they were perfect! She leaned in close to nuzzle and lick them very carefully. This time she was most certain that she heard a moan.

With her left hand she cupped Donald’s perfect balls and her right hand reached toward his cock which naturally rested against his belly. She loved watching it rise and fall with each ragged breath Donald took.

She encircled his rigid girth in her hand and raised his oh, so impressive erection to a vertical position. Being mindful of the security camera’s position, she posed him at the optimal angle before stroking up and down his full length. He twitched and jerked a couple times and his hips involuntarily lifted to meet Candace’s supple grip.

Candace pulled her long blonde hair behind her ear so the camera would have an unobstructed view of her lips approaching the purplish head of Donald’s cock. She breathed heavily across it and paused to admire the precum glistening from the tiny slit at the tip.

In an instant she dropped her mouth over him, closing her lips firmly around the head. Her own moan was even louder than Donald’s as she rolled her tongue around and around. God, she loved the feeling of having cock in her mouth.

Candace allowed her tongue to begin gliding down Donald’s shaft, drawing him further into her mouth. She could feel him filling her mouth, his rounded glans brushing the back of her throat.

She began bobbing her head up and down with her lips koala man izle locked against him. Though she had to be quick, she was also aware that she was recording this for posterity so she popped her mouth off of him with a sound loud enough to echo against the marbled walls surrounding them.

Once again angling Donald’s erection for the camera she drew in close from the side and used her lips and tongue to accentuate every inch of his throbbing length. His chest was now heaving mightily up and down and his moans were becoming more prominent.

As much as Candace wanted this to last, she knew she’d better bring things to a close lest Tom should become suspicious at her prolonged absence.

With her right hand gripping the base of Donald’s shaft she resumed pumping up and down his impossibly rigid cock with her mouth. She let her left hand snake up his abdomen placing her splayed fingers firmly against the center of his chest riding his every huffing breath.

Suddenly Donald let out a shout as his strong hips lifted both their bodies from the floor announcing his orgasm.

Candace pulled back leaving just the head of his massive cock clamped in her mouth. Oh, how she hoped that the camera was capturing how his cock pulsed with his ejaculation.

She loosened her lips just enough to allow the steady flow of semen to slide down the most beautiful cock she could ever imagine. Ordinarily she would just swallow her prize, but this time she made a concession for the camera’s sake.

As the spasms wracking Donald’s body subsided she maintained her grip on him as she lowered her head and extended her tongue to begin lapping up the cum that was now pooling in the soft curls where Donald’s cock met his luscious body. She savored each lick before swallowing and Donald’s left hand suddenly appeared from the darkness and clamped over her own.

Candace caught a glint of light flashing off the platinum ring that Donald wore on his third finger. It turned her on all the more seeing it resting against her own wedding ring.

Donald’s breathing was still coming in little pants as he muttered, “That was … the most amazing thing … EVER!”

Candace hurriedly began restoring Donald’s clothing so that he would look presentable when it was time to leave. It was a good thing that as long as his coveralls were zipped he would look normal.

Before standing to leave she leaned close to him. “And here’s another little treat. I just recorded all this on a closed-circuit security camera. If you’re a good boy, I just might show it to you sometime.”

And with that she ran back toward her station, wiping her finger around her lips in an effort to right her lipstick.

About ten minutes later, Donald came to sign out with Tom.

“All done,” he said cheerily. “It shouldn’t make that chattering noise any more!”

“Great, Donny!” said Candace, bounding to the other side of the desk and wrapping her hands around his neck. She kissed him quickly and innocently.

Tom just rolled his eyes. “You two are just too darn cute for your own good.”

“Well,” said Donald smiling broadly, “if you had a wife as wonderful as this you would be too!” He turned his attention back to Candace. “So, Honey, I was thinking maybe we could watch a video after you get off work. What do you say?”

Candace lit up immediately. “I think that’s a great idea! And I know just what we should watch.”

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As you wake up this morning knowing that you’ve got a full day ahead of you, you’re kind of tense as everyone is the first day of a new job. You stumble into the bathroom and turn on the shower and brush your teeth as you wait for the water to get hot. I’ve gotten up right behind you and head downstairs to start the coffee brewing.

As I pass the bath, you’re bent over the sink brushing your teeth and I pause to look at your fine fine body, especially your ass… I’ve always been a sucker for a man with a tight ass, and you’ve definitely got that going for you!

I head to the kitchen with lewd thoughts running through my head… looking up at the clock on the wall, I try to calculate if there’s time for a quickie before you have to be at work. I figure there’s just enough time if I run now.

In a flash I’m bounding up the stairs taking of my robe as I go so that by the time I hit the bathroom I’m as naked as the day I was born. I see that you’re standing with your back to me letting the makanai cooking for the maiko house izle the steamy hot water cascade down onto your head and snake itself down the planes and angles of your body.

I quietly step in behind you and grabbing the soap and loofa sponge I start to soap your back and gently run the loofa over your skin. It feels heavenly to you and all you do is moan,”Mmmm that feels good!” “Just thought I’d come in and scrub your back for you,” I say. Knowing that time is limited, I sink to my knees and start soaping your ass and legs. You just stand there enjoying my ministrations without saying a word.

Turning you around so that I can wash the front of your body also, I see the beginnings of your arousal starting to show. I glance past your cock which is at about half mast by now, to see that glint in your eyes that tells me you’re beginning to have the same wicked thoughts the midnight club izle as I am. You’ve got that crooked smile playing over your lips that says you know exactly what I’m up to and you like it.

I finish soaping and washing everything but your groin area and your chest. As I start to stand to finish washing you , you grab my elbows and pull me roughly toward you. Putting my arms around your neck you dip your head and capture my mouth in a searing kiss that leaves my knees weak. Your lips blaze a trail down the nape of my neck and onto my chest stopping at my nipple that is protruding from my breast, laving it expertly with your tongue and dragging your teeth across it as you switch from breast to breast paying equal attention to each.

My soap slickened hands reach for your shaft that is now jutting straight out from your body and you gasp as I encircle it with my hands and begin to pump it.You stand straight up and your back arches slightly the midwich cuckoos izle trying to keep your cock within the confines of my hands as they rapidly bring you to the brink of your orgasm.

Before I can take you over the edge you grasp my hands and still them, telling me to turn around and bend over. I do so with a smile on my face that you barely have time to catch before you can no longer see my face. “Think this is amusing?” you growl out at me bringing your open palm down on my wet ass cheek where it makes a loud smack and immediately brings your reddened palm print into relief on it!

Bending your knees you grasp my hips pulling me hard against you. Your cock hits it’s mark as it always does and it’s my turn to gasp, but out of sheer pleasure as the length and girth of you fills me to past full and I am grinding myself back into you trying to pull you deeper still. You can’t hold back any longer and start pounding away with all you’ve got and just as my pussy starts to convulse around you, you feel your own climax hit it’s peak and begin pumping jet after hot jet of thick cum deep into my womb.

Catching my breath I straighten and turn to face you and start giggling, telling you, “I just didn’t want you to be tense on your first day on the job…” and kissing you quickly, I turn and step out of the shower telling you to get a move on! You don’t want to be late!

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I glared at my computer screen with empty intent. I could feel his eyes on me as he sauntered toward the counter. I knew in his mind he already had his hands on my body. He stopped inches away from me, his gaze closing the short gap between us.

“Can I help you?” I asked with shaky sarcasm hoping he wouldn’t notice my weak will. He did.

“Its not me who needs help.” He smirked. I couldn’t help but smile a little.

“What do I need help with?” I tried to act puzzled, but he saw through every ounce of my false ignorance. He pushed his fingertips into my hips as he slid behind me at the counter.

“Playing coy isn’t your strong suit, is it?” He spoke into my ear at almost a whisper. I felt the desire in his voice, as well as against my thigh. I smiled even bigger. I knew what he wanted, and I was starting to think I wanted it too.

“Maybe I’m just good at feigning innocence?” I gave a cocky grin. That statement was true, but not today. He laughed and released me from his grasp. My humor prevailed, though I sighed a little too audibly and gave away my bluff.

“You busy later?” he asked, trying to sound semi-professional. “I need someone to help me study for this management exam. Who better than a newly trained manager?” I knew he didn’t need my help. The tests were easy, and he was intelligent enough to pass any exam. That being said, his flattery had done the trick.

“I can help you study, if you need it.” I said with sincerity. I was still holding onto innocence. He stared into my eyes for a moment too long before he spoke.

“Great, meet at your place around 9?” I peered back at him.

“Sure, 9 is perfect. I’ll have the coffee ready.” This would not be a study session, at least not for the management exam.

I tried to prepare myself for this encounter. Would I resist his advances? How wrong would it be to follow through with my desires? He would be a manager soon, so company policy doesn’t apply to the situation. No one had to know; I deserved to have a little fun. I would play hard to get and make him work for it.

Once I decided how this interaction would benefit both of us, I felt much better about his arrival at my place. I hoped too hot to handle latino izle he would be on time, but never imagined he’d be early. I was ready though, and it definitely looked like I was ready to study. I had my notebook out and the coffee on the counter. I had my comfy clothes on, sans underwear. He too, was prepared. I answered the door to find him in a tight t-shirt and worn-in jeans. He had his manager’s booklet, a notebook, and some pizza.

“I wasn’t sure if you had eaten.” He sounded nervous. I grinned.

“I haven’t, thank you! Shouldn’t study on an empty stomach, right?” He laughed at my joke and nodded in agreement. I placed the pizza on the counter and sat at my bar to review his materials. He sat across from me and opened his book. “What are you needing the most help with?” I questioned him, wondering if he had even thought about his studies.

“Honestly, the only thing that trips me up is the damn procedures. I put so many of them out of order.” He glanced at my chest. I caught him noticing I was without a bra. I interrupted his thought.

“You don’t need to worry about order. They won’t ask you that on the test.” I took the sole purpose of the visit away, he had no more excuses keeping him from touching me. I had made myself available, now I was going to let him make the first move.

He stood, and slid his book over to me. “Quiz me. I wanna be sure I got it right.” He stated. He remained standing. He was starting to get his bearings.

“Ok. Where do you want me to start?” I looked down at his papers. “There’s the pretest in the back of the book.” He had moved around the table to where I was seated. He took the book from my hands and placed it on the bar.

“I already tested myself and aced it.” He was looking at my lips this time.

“Then what do you need from me?” I asked, hoping he had a clever answer.

“I need you. I think I’ve waited long enough.” He wrapped his hands around my waist and planted his lips on mine. He wedged his body between my legs as he pulled me toward the edge of my barstool. “I’ve wanted this for awhile.” He spoke with such passion treason izle and conviction, it made me melt.

He kissed along my hairline down to the base of my neck passionately licking at my sweet spot. He moved to my collarbone, and I pulled his chin up to my face. I parted my lips and took his into my mouth. I kissed down his chin to his chest. I needed him to lose his shirt.

Without thinking, I reached down and pulled it over his head. His arms followed my lead. Both of us, half naked, lingered in this moment. It was my turn to make a move.

I rose from my seat, pushing him back just enough to give me room to move. I slid my shorts over my hips and let them fall to the floor. I allowed him a moment to take in the view. He sighed a good breath, and I dropped to the floor. I began undoing his belt, along with his button and zipper.

With a quick jerk, his jeans and boxers were a pile around his feet. I glanced back up at his hips and took a moment to appreciate his package. I gripped his sturdy member in my hand and gave it a lick. He shuddered; I had taken him by surprise. I was enjoying every moment of this interaction. I slid my tongue around his joystick a few more times before I was ready to engulf him.

I took him into my mouth with a quick motion, slowly rising with my lips wrapped tightly around his sex. I slid down upon him once more, this time using my tongue to provide the slightest bit more pleasure for him. I removed his length from my mouth and rose to my feet. I knew my intentions were clear. I reached for his hand, sure he would follow me to my bedroom.

He did not wish to put me to bed, and instead pushed me back onto my dining table. Very thoughtfully, he assisted me in laying back. He showed me he had a few surprises, too. He knelt, pushing my ankles up resting my feet on the table ledge. He began kissing my inner thigh slowly progressing towards my wanting essence. He stopped before he reached my entrance, eyes focused on mine, and stood.

Positioning himself appropriately, he moved his hands to my chest. He caressed my breasts playfully, paying close attention to my facial expression. He flicked true detective izle my nipples simultaneously, urging even more arousal from me. I was as slick as a freshly waxed car, ready for a test drive. I locked my legs around his waist and pulled him toward me. With little hesitation, he aligned his manhood with my glistening core.

He plunged into me with eager ferocity, overtaking my body with his determined grip. I synced my movements with his, our hips meeting at a glorious angle. He reached for my arms, pulling me closer to him. I placed my foot on a chair-back to give us more leverage. He held me tight as he pumped his organ deep into my sheath, revving me closer to satisfaction. I moaned, first quietly, then louder once I realized it was giving him gratification. He suddenly stopped, pulled me to my feet and led me to my living room. Pulling me down onto the sofa, I decided he wanted a mutual happening.

I lowered myself onto his shaft taking in every inch of him. I wanted there to be no space left between us. With every stroke, I could feel his rod approaching the brink of passion. I was not far from it myself, grinding my organ into his. He dug his fingers into my hips, assisting me in this ride of pleasure, every movement rocking me closer to the edge. I was already shaking, but I endured this sensual torture.

My nails digging into his shoulders, I let out a cry of surrender as I reached the top of my summit. I rode through the waves of ecstasy, bringing him to climax along with me, his release flooding me to the brim. I rolled over next to him and gave a smile as I laid a hand on his chest. He closed his eyes and grinned, taking in the moment. We laid together for awhile simply basking in satisfaction. I decided first to get up, and proceeded to grab my clothes on the way to the bedroom so I could freshen up.

When I returned to the living room he was seated, fully clothed, with the pizza in front of him at the table. “Hungry?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Yes of course!” I laughed. We shared the pizza and enjoyed the conversation that followed. As he stood to leave, I asked that he not speak of this encounter to anyone.

“I understand. We have to maintain a strictly professional relationship.”

“Exactly,” I stated with a sigh. What was could not be, and we knew it. This exciting journey had to end here.

“See you at work tomorrow?” He asked.

“Absolutely.” I answered. He smiled as he left my house. We wouldn’t forget the feelings we shared, but we would never act on them again.

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The weekend was hard to get through after that. I found it harder to stay focused on the long list of lectures to catch up on and essays to write while thinking about Ms Rider. Saturday had been hard enough on its own, but once it had gotten to midnight I found myself having to cross my legs to prevent myself from masturbating for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

I decided that the only way to settle myself down was to go take a cold shower so I get out of bed and throw on a loose robe and walk over to the bathroom in my dorm. I strip naked and step into the cold of the shower. I rinse my body and hair until I am wet and start to lather up my sponge to wash away the remains of previous sessions from the day, I make my way up starting with my legs, bending over and slowly straightening up until I’m smearing soapy bubbles over my stomach and chest, letting out a little gasp as I brush my nipples, rock hard and sensitive from the cold. Sparks shoot down to my clit and I feel my legs starting to grow numb, I turn the water up a little warmer and allow myself to indulge once again the pleasure of touching myself.

Closing my eyes, my mind fills with images of Ms Rider sitting on her desk as I knelt between her legs. I lean against the wall, barely able to see myself through the glass in the reflection of the mirror as the room slowly starts to fill with steam. I picture her standing in front of the whole lecture theatre on Monday morning, her ass barely contained by her tight pencil skirt. My hand starts to wander down to my throbbing clit and I moan louder than I should have when I eventually make contact, my knees start to buckle beneath me as I move my fingers in a slow circular motion. I’m just starting to pick up the pace, moaning softly so I don’t etiler escort wake my dorm mate and her boyfriend up through the wall I’m leaning on. I start to slip my fingers in and out of my pussy, messily trying to use the slick to pick up speed. I turn around to face the wall and brace myself with my free hand, still moaning as I fall into a steady and pleasurable rhythm. Suddenly I am hit with cold air and the cheerfully-sarcastic voice of my dorm mate behind me,

“If you’re going to moan like a whore through the wall the least you could do is invite us in to join you, Maddie.” She smirks. I quickly stop what I’m doing and turn around to see my stunning dorm mate and her boyfriend standing completely naked in the middle of the bathroom.

Danielle is a tall and slender volleyball player with the ass to show for it, her long ginger hair is flowing freely in dreamy waves to her hips and obscuring, in part, her beautiful perky breasts. Jason, her boyfriend, stands behind her with one hand around Danielle’s waist and the other around his erect cock. Jason was a really tall guy, he had met Danielle at the sports fair as a basketball player and was 6’6 and in incredible shape. I blush and wonder what Ms Rider would think about me fucking one of my classmates and not her, I decide I would be willing to find out and smirk back at her,

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

“Well, perhaps an invitation?” Jason says, moving Danielle to the solid glass wall in front of me and presses her into it as he fucks her, Danielle’s tits squashed unceremoniously into the glass allowing me to have a view of my friend being fucked.

“By all means, finish what you’re doing first.” I start to touch myself again as I glue my eyes to the eve gelen escort incredible sight in front of me. I feel as though I am in a fever dream, the past few days have been so surreal and sexually charged and I wonder whether or not I am dreaming or on some kind of lucky streak that’s bound to come to an end.

They don’t stay outside for long, eventually Danielle stands up and comes to join me in the shower, leaving the door open for Jason. Jason ducks to step inside the shower, but thankfully Danielle and I are both small and short and we fit well with a decent amount of space between us to move. Danielle turns to me and kisses me deeply as her fingers push inside my pussy, curling in against my G-spot and making me grind harder into her hand as she giggles into my lips.

“I think this is going to be fun.” She says to Jason, who agrees and replaces her fingers with his much larger ones, repeating her motion on a more intense level that has me all but screaming. Danielle kneels down behind me, spreading my ass wide and gently probing my hole with her tongue and fingers, spitting occasionally to provide her with lubrication. They continue their movements for a few minutes before Jason reaches to turn the shower off and opens the door, taking me with him and propping me up on his dick so I can ride him as he walks, his strong arms grinding me harder and deeper on his dick until we get to the bed where he drops me down and crawls back on top of me, fucking me harder and spreading my knees wider to play with my clit.

Danielle hops onto the bed soon after and sets herself above my face so that her soaking pussy is sitting just barely above my lips, I crane my neck and begin to lick a long stripe along her clit and then fatih escort plunge my tongue into the warmth of her pussy, reaching my hand up so that I can tease her clit at the same time but I find Jason’s hand already there so I focus harder on my own job and start to hear Danielle above me moaning louder which makes me smile.

After a few minutes, Jason pulls out his cock and cums over my tits at the same time I feel Danielle’s pussy tense up above me. The two of them climb off me and take me back to the shower where Danielle starts to clean me up and Jason bends me over and starts to stretch my asshole with his thumb and some spit, I moan and buck onto his thumb sending it knuckle deep, he laughs and pulls it out, inserting his finger and then two, he then slowly presses the tip of his cock into my ass and inches it in letting me adjust to the new intrusion. I am thankful for the lube he seemed to have grabbed along the way because before long the burning sensation dies down and he starts to fuck my ass hole while Danielle kneels down to suck on my clit and finger me. I am left howling in pleasure, my mind disappears out of the bathroom as wave after wave of pleasure overcomes me and before I can warn anyone I cum and Danielle moves out of the way, rubbing my clit harder and harder as Jason continues to ram me from behind until I am squirting and the edge of my vision goes black and fuzzy. I collapse down and Jason and Danielle kindly help me get clean and dried.

“That was fucking incredible” I breathe as Danielle and I brush our teeth together before going to bed.

“I’m kind of disappointed that it took us this long to do that to be honest.” she replies and we laugh, her tits bouncing in the mirror. I finish up before her and move behind her, pressing my still naked body into hers, massaging her tits as she hums with a smile.

I end up sleeping in the middle of Jason and Danielle as my bed was soaking wet from our earlier shenanigans which proved to be a brilliant bonus when each took turns to fuck me at separate points in the night.

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~Just a quick reminder, this is a series which means it has a build up to the “sexual” finale. So don’t leave comments saying “Where’s the sex?”, if you want a story with sex in it, don’t read this! Oh and if you do, I suggest you read part one and two to get the jist, thanks!~

During the week that followed, Ashleigh became more and more frustrated. She never had any time alone to relieve the tension and she was always around Claud, which just made it worse.

She threw herself back on her bed after a long day tending to the kids. She was sweaty and tired and she ached, she’d been coaching Tennis all morning and supervising Swimming all afternoon. Claud pottered about in the bathroom and Ashleigh felt her eyes close.

Her eyes snapped open again, she looked around her. She was in a field full of beautiful flowers, Claud was sitting on a blanket next to her. She wore a short denim skirt and a white vest. As the cool breeze ruffled her hair, Ashleigh could see Claud’s perfect breats through the thin material of her vest.

Claud looked over, a sexy smile all over her gorgeous face. She shuffled closer to Ashleigh and lay a soft hand on her thigh, rubbing it in small, gentle circles.

“Ash, ever since the moment I saw you on the first day of camp, I wanted you soooo badly,” Claud licked her rosebud lips and Ashleigh trembled.

“M…M..me too,” she stuttered.

“Oh, thank God! I hoped you felt the same way! Now I know you do, I can finally do this!” Claud’s beautiful eyes flashed with excitement.

“Do what?” Ashleigh’s question was never answered though, as at that moment, Claud leant over and placed her soft, fantastic lips on Ashleigh’s.

Claud pushed Ashleigh back on the blanket, her tongue teasing open Ashleigh’s lips. She tasted like chocolate. Ashleigh opened her mouth wider so Claud’s skilled tongue could do devastating things inside her mouth. She sighed and sank into Claud’s mouth.

With a sharp jolt, Ashleigh’s eyes opened and she was brought back to Earth. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes darted skittishly across the room. It was a dream! That beautiful scene in the field had been a dream! Ashleigh felt like crying, she would never be able to tell Claud how she felt about her.

The bathroom door opened and Claud walked in, looking spectacular atakent escort in her white summer dress. It set off her tanned skin. Her damp honey coloured hair was tied back off her face with a clip, a single strand of hair falling against her cheek.

“Hey Ash, good dream? You were out nearly an hour. I didn’t like to wake you, you seemed to be so peaceful. Though, you were panting quite hard. Who were you dreaming about?” Claud pouted in her mischevious way.

“Erm….just some guy I like back home,” Ashleigh lied and Claud seemed satisfied.

“I’m going out tonight Ash, if that’s okay? I’m just going Joe, that guy at lunch today? He’s so hot! I can’t wait!” Claud hooked a long, dangly earring into her slender ear lobes. “See you later, don’t wait up!” Claud giggled at her cheesey joke and walked out the door.

Ashleigh lay back against her pillow, tears streaming down her cheeks. Claud would never know her feelings. She wished she was Joe, he was so lucky to have Claud’s affection. She buried her head in her pillow and cried herself to sleep.

Ashleigh’s eyes slowly opened, she glanced at the bedside clock. It was midnight, Claud’s bed was still empty. Ashleigh’s cheeks were sticky with tears and she had slept fitfully. Her groin was on fire and she could feel how sopping wet she was through her pyjamas.

She picked up her pillow and pressed her mouth against it, imagining that it was Claud she was kissing instead. She let an idle hand wander down to her breast. She squeezed her nipple and bit the pillow with the strength of the sensation. She needed some relief badly.

She bunched the pillow up between her legs, slowly rocking back and forth against it. She moaned a little as the soft sensation of the pillow tickled her pussy. She ground harder against the pillow, moving her hips in time.

Through Ashleigh’s mind flashed images Claud. Claud in her beautiful bikini, outlining her every curve and her gorgeous full breasts, the pert bottom and the firm thighs. Claud covered in clay, looking mucky and cute in a pair of cut off dungarees, her hair a sexy matted mess of clay and paint, her face a picture of happiness.

Ashleigh sighed as she ground against the pillow, her breathing starting to get more rapid. ataköy escort She slowly brought herself to a halt and lifted her leg. She got to her feet and wandered over to Claud’s bedside table. She pulled open the drawer and fumbled around. There were some socks and a few pennies, Ashleigh found what she looking for at the back, a pair of Claud’s panties. They were pink with lace trim, as Ashleigh brought them to her nostrils, the odour of Claud’s pussy filled her nostrils.

She lay back on Claud’s bed, the panties still at her nose. Her hand pulled off her shorts and stroked against the soft, silky material of her panties. Ashleigh sniffed Claud’s panties and dreamt of Claud’s beautiful body stretched over hers, Claud’s slender fingers brushing the outside of Ashleigh’s panties in such a sensual that Ashleigh wanted to scream in frustration.

Ashleigh slowly, cautiously slipped off her panties, letting her fingers wind around her trimmed pubic hair. It was soft and wiry, but what Ashleigh was really interested in was the prize they held between them.

She pulled back her pussy lips and let a finger trace them. She gasped at the cool, cold finger against her hot skin. As she shivered, Claud’s panties made their way down, down, down. Ashleigh bunched them into a ball and rubbed them smoothly, softly against her pussy. Her legs widened without Ashleigh even thinking about it, her hips arching to meet the touch.

Ashleigh remembered something she had read in a magazine as a teenager and never tried. It had said, instead of rocking and grinding and raising your hips during intercourse or masturbation, to try to resist the temptation. The women swore that it made it worth your while, intensifying the frustration, giving you a longer draw out and a larger orgasm.

Ashleigh lowered her hips to the bed and dropped the panties to her side. A single inger slid into the creamy, dripping wet depths of her hole. She slowly moved it in and out, replacing it with Claud’s finger in her sweaty, sexual daydream. She started to pump it faster until she felt a small trickle of cum spill out onto the bed. She withdrew her finger, wiping them against her pyjama top. As she glanced down, she saw she had made a damp patch on Claud’s bed. Ashleigh hoped it atalar escort would dry by the time Claud was back and wouldn’t give off too much of an odour.

Then she relaxed against the pillow again, running silky fingers up and down her body. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Claud’s lipgloss tube. It had a rounded end. Ashleigh wanted to feel something hard and plastic against her clitorus, the small aching bud begging to be released. She reached over and took it in her fist.

Ashleigh rubbed it in slow, small circles around her button, opening her legs wider to get the full extent of the tickling, sweet pleasures. She fighted to resist the urge to buck and hump and raise her hips, biting her tongue to stop herself from moaning aloud. She gripped the bedsheet with her spare hand, rubbing the tube in bigger, more rapid circles. She wished it was Claud with her now, making her feel how she was feeling.

Her toes curled and her knuckles turned white as her whole pussy pulsated but never continuing on into a climax. Not grinding and arching her hips was difficult, everytime Ashleigh neared her orgasm, it would ebb away, making her grunt in frustration. Her hand was moving in frantic circles on her clitorus, she could feel herself growing wetter and wetter as she continued.

Slowly her legs started to shake and body quivered. Her hand ached slightly but she couldn’t stop now, she was so close to that little bit of relief she had longed for, for so long now.

Inside her pussy, she felt a huge shock and her whole body twitched as a racing orgasm sped through her. Her chest heaved as it continued on, not ending. The waves of pleasure just kept coming and Ashleigh widened her legs, moving her hand so fast it was a blur. She felt the contractions inside her, the pulsating movement of her soaking pussy.

It slowly faded away and Ashleigh lay back on Claud’s bed, feeling exhausted but relieved. She brushed a strand of sweaty hair out of her eyes and put the tube back on Claud’s bed. But by the doorway, she saw a movement. Her eyes instantly flicked over and she saw Claud standing in the doorway, her eyes wide and her lips slightly parted.

“I…I….I….” Ashleigh stuttered, standing to her feet, hastily pulling up her panties.

Claud said nothing, just walked closer, closer still until their bodies were pressed against each other, Ashleigh felt Claud’s hot breath on her, could feel the other girls’ heaving chest. Ashleigh looked up into Claud’s eye, while Claud stared back. Claud body trembled and she took one step closer…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TO BE CONTINUED~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Saturday

My name is Martin, and I am 18. This is my story.

It was Saturday and I was at a loose end. I was planning to meet Emily at 6, but the daytime was free. The thought of staying in bed for a couple of more hours crossed my mind when I heard the noise that most teenage boys dread. My moms shouting up the stairs.

“Martin, Martin, come here quick”.

I stood on the top of the stairs and asked what she wanted.

“Quickly look, the new neighbours are here!”

To say I was thrilled would be a lie, what did I care. But half-heartedly I came to the living room to stare at four strangers through the window.

They looked like the model family, the quintessential 2.4 children. They was Brad about 45ish and Mary his wife who looked 10 years younger. Then their two Children, Beth and Mickey. My eyes automatically went to Beth, she was stunning. She had bright blue eyes, long flowing blonde hair, and an athletic body. By the way she walked she looked like she would know what do with a nice juicy cock. She looked about my age, if she was in my class at school I would have her before term was out I thought. Even if she was a couple of years either way I knew I would do some dirty things for her to learn in the coming months.

As my mum and I looked at them through the window, Brad turned and looked at us and shot us a wink that a sleazy Governor would be proud of. I could almost here my mum knees knock,

“Oooh, he’s a cutie”.

I give her a faint look of disapproval and went back up stairs to my TV.

Sunday

I had been out late; I had nearly got Emily to go all way. She was a shy innocent girl and it had been my aim to break her in to the naughty world that is my mind. But alas last night all I got was a little play on top of the covers. If she didn’t have lips designed for blowjobs I would have given up on her a long time ago.

My mom bringing me a cup of tea and a slice of toast awaked me.

“Time to get up honey, you’ve got a busy day” she jammered.

“What do you mean?” I said as I let out a yawn.

“Well, I was talking to that nice new family and I said you would help them move some boxes around for them”.

She left quickly before I had a chance to shout at her, there was no point. Mom had already decided she would have a ride on Brad at some point, and I was going to have to go over and move boxes just so she would have a opportunity to talk to him.

I got up, grabbed a shower and threw on some clothes. Nice pair of jeans and a tight t-shirt. If Beth was about, then the day might not be a total loss. I made my way across the lawn to help Brad, and hopefully stick some fingers into his beloved daughter.

Brad stood in the driveway. I could see why my mom had gotten all flustered. He was a well-built man, obviously worked out, and though a bit old you could tell he looked after himself. He looked like a man’s man. The type of man who would change a tyre, enjoy football and know how to lay some pipe.

“Hey kiddo,” he said, while extending a hand. “Sure am glad you could help me out while my family is away for the day.”

My heart sank, Beth was not about.

All merter escort in all the day went well, I help Brad “soon to get the opportunity to fuck my mom” Miller move boxes around his house. And he was good conversation and had a manly way about him. It almost made me feel guilty to what I was planning on making on doing to his daughter, almost.

“Thanks Martin, you’ve been a great help today,” he said. “If you can take that one last box up to Beth’s room we are all done, and then I’ll fix something for us to eat”.

“Not a problem,” I replied.

I grabbed the box, trying not to be too excited to the fact I was going to get to go into Beth’s room and do a bit of intelligence work.

I hastily entered her room, dumped the box and looked about. I noticed the school uniform straight away, wasn’t going to my school. Pity. But I could still make inroads on her after school, especially since me and her Dad where getting on so well. She had a nice double sized bed, with pink silk sheets. Slightly slutty, which I loved. The room looked like a high-class brothel, the only downer was I knew she had already been fucked allot and I tended to like to be the one who broke girls in. But she was hot, a slut, and lived next door to me – I isn’t complaining.

Then I noticed the panty draw. Oh heavens above. One look in there I would be able to confirm my guesses about her, plus have a little feel of what I was planning on soon conquering. I peered, admittedly slightly guiltily, in to the draw. It was what I expected, black lace, thongs, and suspender straps. I was going to have fun with this girl. I picked up a particularly naughty looking black pair of lace panties and held them to my cheek.

“What may I ask do you think you are doing?” came a voice from behind me.

I froze. Brad had come up the stairs and was staring at me with his teenage daughters panties in my hand.

“What are you doing?!?” he asked again in a stern voice.

I just stared back, my brain had gone blank, I could think of no credible reply. Plus the slight semi I had worked up from looking through the underwear draw would give me away anyway.

“I’m waiting.”

“Erm nothing, just looking about” I stammered.

“It’s what you’re looking at that bothers my boy” replied Brad.

“Nothing, these, erm, well, they looked nice, and caught my eye”

“Really?” he enquired.

Could I actually talk my way out of this?

“Yeah, they very nice and I was just admiring them” I smiled and went to put them back.

“Well since you’ve helped me out today, why don’t you keep them,” he offered

Was he serious, this guy could be my God. I would wank off in to them as soon as I got home.

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely, there yours”

“Thanks Brad”

“Not a problem, if you put them on then we will be all square”

My stomach turned. My lips went dry.

“What is?” Is all I could squeak.

“Well Martin let me give you to this straight. I’ve just caught you fondling a pair of panties that you admit to liking. Now, I could tell your mom, Beth, the neighbourhood, your friends, that nice mutlukent escort girl you took out last night, well I’ll pretty much could tell everyone. From that point on you would be the guy who likes to wear women’s underwear, and to the most part your social life for around 5 years would be over. Your mom, who will probably take my advice, will look to put you in counselling. I could go on.”

“You’re bluffing”

“Kiddo, look at me, I never bluff. Put on the panties and we are all square”

I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t bluffing, and I would either wear these panties or face social suicide. I could wear them. Then get my revenge by mercilessly screwing his daughter, I would degrade her! I would just lose this battle, but boy would I still win the war.

“Well then” he asked coolly.

He had never once shouted but by the tone in his voice he knew his was on control, he was the definition of powerful.

I unzipped my jeans and slowly slipped out of my pants and boxers. My semi sprung out as my boxers nestled to my ankles, and all he did was smirk.

“You’re going to need to take off your shirt for this as well,” he remarked, as he was txting away on his phone as this was all in a days work. For the love of God I would have my revenge on his daughter. I didn’t argue about the shirt and simply took that off as well, I wouldn’t give him anything else to get off on. He had won, and I would simply put on the underwear and head home and plan what to do to Beth.

I place the underwear on to my ankles, and then started to pull them up.

“Slower.” He ordered, a slight raise in his voice.

I still didn’t argue, I slowly raised this soft lace over my quivering knees. My cock getting harder, why the hell was it getting harder? The underwear did feel kind of nice on my skin. I raised it some more, it was never going to fit over my raging hard on, but they where fully on. I looked down at myself and could have cried.

“Well then who is a pretty Girl, give Daddy a swirl”

I stared at him.

“I SAID GIVE DADDY A SWIRL” he boomed.

I swirled, I admit it, no argument, his voice alone made me turn on my toes like a ballerina. He laughed; I will never forget the sound of that mocking laugh.

“Well then Martin, hope you learned your lesson. Did you?”

“I nodded” as a tear ran down my cheek.

“Good, time to teach Martina her lesson now”

He leapt up from the bed, and placed a powerful grip around my neck, I could hardly breathe. With the other hand he grabbed hold of the panties and pulled them up tighter. The pain was unbearable. This was the most perverted wedgie in the history of mankind. I felt faint, I had little air, and could not shout for help, or even mutter for mercy.

“Got to teach Martina a lesson don’t we,” he whispered in to my ear.

His hands on my shoulders. With some force his pushed me to my knees. I struggled but he was too strong. I felt so weak. He placed his left hand on the top of my head to keep me in place; with one hand he still had the power to control me. I now was facing directly in to his crotch otele gelen escort and I could see a faint bulge. I started to weep. His free hand slowly undone his zip. Then his semi hard cock sprung out. It was huge. I gazed in awe at it, a vein on the left hand side throbbed. With each throb his cock seemed to grow another inch. My mouth hung open, I was starting to get my breath back when …

“Gnnng” I gagged as he forced his cock passed my lips.

He placed both hands on the back of my head and forced me on to his cock.

“Gnnnfffggg,” I gagged again.

The smell of his cock was intoxicating. Only half of his cock was invading my mouth and I could hardly stay conscious. I wrestled to get free, but the more I tussled the harder his grip on my head got.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and then just as I got some breath back he forced it back in harder than before. I felt so vulnerable. My hands flailed at my side trying to keep balance. I had to place my hands on his strong thighs just to stay on my knees. He started rhythmically bucking his hips feeding more and more cock in to my mouth each time. My tongue bashed against the intruding shaft. My innocence being stripped away with each and every thrust.

I could taste the hot meat in my mouth, feel the throbbing vein against my check. He took one hand off me head, and placed on my chin, and turned my head to look at him. He winked as I made it eye contact.

“Your doing good you little whore, soon have you trained up”.

I tried to moan but all you could here was mumbling, even in my own ears it was indistinguishable from moans of pain or ecstasy. In my own head I was getting confused.

He was aggressively fucking my face, and I was starting to get turned on by it. My hands tightened on his thighs, and then as I involuntary moved closer to him, my hands grasped on to his butt. He lowered the pace, but it was still nothing but a face fucking.

He was in deep on me now, and I had started to stop gagging when he got fully in. I could feel his balls on my chin. I could start to hear a slutty slurping noises. I was wondering where the noise was coming from, then I realised it was me.

His hand had gone from the top of my head, and I was moving in motion with the thrust of his hips. Drool ran out of he corner of my mouth, my body had turned against me as my mouth eagerly devoured his hot and juicy cock.

He put a hand on my head, and withdrew his cock. I’m ashamed to admit that I tried to force myself back on it. But he was still too strong. With his free hand he grabbed the base of his cock and bashed it against my face. I swear it was still growing bigger and thicker.

“Who is a little Slut?”

I remained silent, praying that he would just shove it back in my mouth

“Who is a little Slut?”

I looked him in the eyes – “I am”

“Good girl”

He slapped his thick cock against me one last time and stuck it back in my mouth

He grabbed the back of my head and went for force fucking my skull.

Within 10 seconds he erupted in my mouth, I was truly a slut as I gulped down his seed.

He let go of me and I fell to the floor.

He zipped himself back up.

“Get yourself tidy Martina, Am supposed to see your mom in 15 minutes to give her a little going. But I will get back to you”

He picked up his mobile off the bed, and took some photos of me laying there cum running out of my mouth, in women’s underwear furiously wanking myself away.

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