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When I woke up the next morning, I heard a tap at my door.

“Colin, can we come in?”

“Please do.”

When they entered, I was not too surprised to see they were both totally naked. I enjoyed the sight, fattening my eyes with the vision of Kat and Jenni, side by side.

They sat on the bed, and Jenni said, “Colin, we have a special favor to ask of you. You can say no, and we will not think any less of you, it is a very big favor.”

“Please tell me, I am intrigued.”

Kat took over, and said, “Colin, Jenni, and I want a baby, and after checking out IVF prices, we don’t have the money for that. Plus, it’s very impersonal.”

Jenni took over, “So, we want to ask you, would you do the honors? And not in a clinical, sperm donor way. Kat is the best candidate to carry our baby, would you like to fuck my beautiful wife, as many times as it takes to get her pregnant?”

Kat quickly jumped in, “I’d love to carry our child, I have had sex with a few men before I decided that I liked women better, so I won’t be too clumsy or new to making your cock feel very good.”

Jenni took over, “We do not want you to assume any kind of financial support, we want to support our child by ourselves. Would you be okay with not being named our baby’s father? We’ll know it, and always love you for it, but we don’t want you embroiled in any kind of legal hassle that might come up. How would you like to be named our baby’s godfather? We know it’s a big decision, so if you need time to think it over, take all the time you need.”

Looking at Kat’s awesome body, I instantly made my decision.

“I would love to make Kat pregnant, and to be your child’s godfather.”

Jenni smiled, and she said, “As much as I would love to have you fuck me also, until Kat is pregnant, your cock is all for Kat. Can you stay as long as is needed?”

I replied, “Yes, that will be easy. Since my writing is paying the bills, I publish online from anywhere there is an internet connection. I’m all yours for as long as you need me.”

Jenni purred, “Once my Kat is in the family way, I will be crazy for your cock to ride me. Colin, one more request. When you and Kat are fucking, can I watch, and help out?”

I grinned and said, “I was hoping you would!”

The idea that I would be providing stud istanbul escort service to such a sexy lady had brought me up, and both Jenni and Kat were eyeing the tent pitch.

Kat purred, “It looks like Colin is all ready to go, let’s not waste another minute.”

Jenni and Kat took over, both of them licking my cock, then Kat bunched up a pillow and lay back, elevating her pussy as she spread her thighs for me.

Kat’s face smiled up at me, as Jenni cooed, “Do it, Colin, fuck my beautiful wife, and give us a baby!”

Kat welcomed me in with open arms and open thighs, and I nudged against her and slid in. Kat let out a long, shaky breath of pleasure as I parted her pink seam. Oh so nice, tight and wet, hot and eager. I buried it, my balls smacking gently against her ass.

Kat cooed, “Oh so nice, so deep, ride me, Colin, give me your hot sperm.”

I felt her legs come around my waist, and I pulled back halfway and buried it again. Fired up, I started to ride her incredible body. Jenni’s head appeared before my face, and she plastered her lips against mine, her tongue coming out to play. My tongue rose up to greet hers, and we were sharing tongue filled swirls of passion while my rampant cock plundered her wife’s pink pocket.

When Jenni broke the kiss, she turned her head to Kat’s, and they shared the same tongue filled swirls of passion. I could feel Kat’s pussy muscles massaging my cock, eager to work up a big load. Jenni had really hit the jackpot in the wife choosing department. My cock was taking serious notice, and I started to fuck Kat faster. She was humping her hips up to greet my thrusts, eager to get me as deep as possible.

Jenni purred, “Colin, how close are you?”

I grunted “Pretty damn close!”

I saw her hand slide down, and Kat made a loud growl of pleasure as Jenni’s fingers found her clit, she started to polish her straining orgasm button.

Jenni cooed, “Cum Kat, cum my sweet wife, cum all over Colin’s hard cock, milk his hard prick for every drop!”

I could feel the quivering of Kat’s pink tunnel, she cried out, “Yes, oh yes, gonna cum!”

I felt Jenni’s other hand start stroking at my balls, and she purred, “Oh yeah, big full balls full of sperm, time for you to cum too baby, spray your sperm all over Kat’s eggs!”

Kat escort bayan tumbled into orgasm, crying and howling with pleasure, and my cock jerked uptight, swelling with a massive urgency. Kat let out another cry of joy as she felt me pierce her cervix, and with her pussy spasming wildly around my cock, I erupted, my cock firing a large morning load, splattering every drop into her womb, seeking out an egg to fertilize.

As we drifted down, Kat held me against her, and cooed, “Stay in me Colin, keep your sperm as deep as possible.” She looked at Jenni with a look of love, and cooed, “Ummm, that was so good, I felt Colin right at my womb, mmmm, the rush of hot sperm being fired as deep as possible!” Turning back to my face, she purred, “Thank you, Colin, having you fucking me felt so wonderful. And I look forward to every session, you are as good a fuck as my beautiful Jenni told me you were.”

I could feel myself starting to lose the hard-on, and just as I pulled out, Jenni had in her hand what looked like a tampon with straps. She swiftly slid it into Kat’s pussy, and secured the straps around Kat’s hips.

Jenni smiled at me, and said, “It’s a rubber sperm plug, the straps keep it in place, to keep your sperm where it belongs. We want your seed to have every chance to plant itself. This plug was made for us by some like-minded lesbian couples, who also want a more personal way for a baby.”

A few hours later, after lunch, we were once again back to planting. I watched as Kat took to her hands and knees, her ass cocked up. Jenni plastered her mouth against Kat’s pink seam and licked her sexy wife to a riveting climax. The visual stimulation quickly had me ready. When Jenni pulled back, I could see the hot wet center waiting for me.

Jenni cooed, “Now, take my beautiful Kat from behind, and just like last time, stay in her sweet pussy as long as possible after you explode. Do it, Colin, fuck my beautiful wife!”

In position, I nudged against her, Kat pushed back, eager to bury me, and she let out a cry of pleasure as she humped back at me, my balls smacked against her pussy as I was in right up to the balls.

Kat cooed, “Oh yeah, so stuffed again, fuck me, baby, sperm me deep, get my baby going!”

Eager to do so, I grasped her hips and started escort istanbul to ride. Kat’s tunnel was gripping at me, she was moaning and grunting as I shafted her with long, deep strokes, enjoying the long, hard ride as I felt my balls refueling. Jenni’s hand was around my balls, massaging them, eager to coax as much sperm out of me as possible.

Jenni’s hands left my balls, and she cooed, “Let’s really milk you, Colin!”

I felt my cheeks being parted, and I grunted as a well-lubed finger nudged against my ass-hole, and drove in. After finger banging my asshole for a minute, Jenni brought her finger into position, and I felt her start to polish my prostate.

I grunted, “Yeah, oh fuck yeah, feels so fucking awesome!”

Jenni purred, “I thought you’d like it! Now cum for us Colin, flood my sweet wife, paint her baby chamber!”

Kat cried out, “Yes, cum in me, cum in me, fuck, fuck, CREAM MEEEE!”

I felt the tight grip, rippling with milking spasms and I went flying over, my head felt like it was going to blow off as I squirted wildly, emptying every drop into Kat’s womb, the ripples of her orgasm milking me eagerly.

As we came down from our frenzied fuck, I stayed with her, until I was about to slip out, and Jenni was ready with the sperm plug, and Kat was quickly plugged up.

Jenni purred, “Oh if we weren’t trying for a baby, I’d suck every drop out of you baby. Until then, hands-off for me.”

Late that night, we were once again going for it, I was fucking Kat wildly, powering into her while Jenni polished my prostate again, driving me up the wall as I exploded, pouring the cum into Kat’s baby chamber, as she moaned and shook through orgasm.

Jenni said, “Colin, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but while we are trying, could you sleep in the guest room? If we had you in our bed all night, I’d be going crazy, with your cock so near, and I might be too overcome to stop myself from riding you, while Kat needs to get every drop.”

I said, “That’s no problem. It would be hard for me to sleep with two such beautiful ladies in bed with me, and I need to keep my strength up!”

Kat cooed, “Tomorrow morning, we’ll come and wake you up, and start another day’s planting.”

They gave me their signature goodnight kisses, swirling tongue action that sent me off to bed with a happy smile on my face. As I went off to bed, leaving them to cuddle, I reflected on what it was like to be a stud for servicing. A lot of work, but if you call fucking such a hot, sexy babe like Kat work, I’ll take it.

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I was nervous, I’ll admit it. I was visiting Cincinnati after having been away for the better part of a decade. I met Gina there for a girls weekend and she’d gone out on a hot date with some old fling. I knew that if I came to town and didn’t visit Dave, he’d be pissed. So, why not visit while Gina was off getting some? I went to his office and his secretary let me in, saying he was in court and would be back within 15 minutes or so.

There I sat, nervously picking at the hem of my skirt. It was far shorter than I’d usually wear, but sneaking into an old friend’s office for a one time tryst was out of character for me, too. So I figured, fuck it, I’ll wear the shortest, hottest thing I can find!

As the minutes ticked away, I found myself lost in dirty fantasies and I didn’t even notice when the office door opened. When the click of the closing door brought me out of the filth in my head, I started a little, then looked up at him with a sly grin.

“Hi.” I said, “Why don’t you lock that?”

He grinned back at me as he reached back to click the lock. He looked absolutely edible in his thin white button down shirt and tie, jacket slung carelessly over his arm. I get wet for a hot guy in a suit, I guess I’m sappy like that.

I stood and crossed the short distance between us, watching him as he took in the over-the-top sex kitten look I’d so carefully put together for him. My favorite zebra striped heels, short, SHORT flouncy black skirt (sans panties, of course), istanbul escort and a low cut deep red shirt with the perfect amount of cleavage. I even added a Y necklace to draw the eye!

He dropped his jacket and briefcase on the floor when I approached and slid his hands around my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I realized I’d never hugged him before, and I’m a friendly hugger! The heat of his skin through his shirt combined with the way he pulled me into him and pressed against me instantly made my nipples hard and I felt my bare pussy get a little wet.

I knew why I was there, he thought he knew why I was there. Not much needed to be said at that moment. So, I walked around his desk, and motioned for him to sit on it. He followed me and sat on the desk in front of me, right where I wanted him but with far too many clothes for my liking. I stood there, hands on hips, smiling at him. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off over my head then slid his hands around my waist again, pulled me against him and kissed me. With one hand on the small of my back (where I have a VERY responsive ‘spot’ that makes me moan when licked, or even touched) he used the other to unhook my black bra. Still kissing him hungrily, I slid my bra off and tossed it aside. I felt his hands sweep across my skin up to my now rock hard nipples and pinch just hard enough. I let out a little gasp and lifted my skirt so I could straddle his leg. I spread my wet pussy open and escort bayan placed it against his leg. I wanted to make sure that he’d think of this in court later when he looked down and saw the spot on his pants. With one hand on my breast and the other on my hip, he guided me back and forth as I started to grind against him. I kissed him and rocked against him until I could feel his rock hard cock through his pants.

As I backed up a step, he tried to pull off my skirt. The poor guy thought he was going to get fucked right here on his desk. With a crooked smile and a little ‘tsk-tsk’ I sank slowly into his chair. I rolled myself up to the desk and unfastened his pants.

I’d seen plenty of pictures of Dave’s cock over the past year or so, but I was still taken aback a bit when I finally pulled it free of his pants. For a split second I worried that I wouldn’t be able to take it all, but this girl loves a challenge and I made it my goal to leave lipstick as close to his balls as possible. I wrapped my hand around the base, placed my lips centimeters from the head, looked up at him and exhaled. I felt him shudder as he felt my hot breath. He knew I was fucking with him, trying to make him crazy, and I liked that.

Suddenly, he grabbed me, one hand tangled into my hair while the other grabbed my jaw to open my mouth wide! I made a surprised little “Ungh” sound that was quickly muffled by his huge cock filling up my mouth. The surprised sound turned into a muffled escort istanbul moan as I started sucking, making sure to get his dick as wet as I could. It’d need to be wet if I was going to get it all in my throat. Both of his hands were in my hair now, so it was a little hard to pull my head back, but I did, licked both my hands and wrapped them around the shaft as I put the head back into my hungry mouth. I heard him utter a little moan and that only made me want to hear more!

As I got into the rhythm of sucking his cock, each stroke became deeper and deeper. I felt him fill first my mouth, I removed one hand…then my throat as I got rid of the other hand. Finally, gagging a little, I got his entire cock into my dripping mouth. With his hands pulling on my hair and my hands guiding his hips, he fucked my mouth in long, deep strokes. I had to time my breaths just right and I had spit dripping down my chest, but I didn’t mind. His sexy growls were only making my want to suck harder and faster.

Then, I felt the throbbing that could only mean he was going to cum. He tightened his grip on my hair, I took a big breath and he thrust his hips at the same time that he tightened his fists in my hair. As he filled my throat up with his hot cum, I heard him moan LOUD. If I’d been his secretary, I’d have been listening at the door by this point!

I swallowed every drop of cum and then looked down. My entire chest was wet and giggled and maybe even blushed a little as a reached for my purse to find a napkin or something to clean myself up with. As he sat there panting on his desk I got up, put on my shirt, kissed the corner of his mouth and walked to the door.

“Have a good day, Dave!” I lilted, and let myself out of the office.

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As I walked in his door he started to kiss me… kissing and just touching above clothing… he seemed to be in no hurry. Slowly he proceeded to remove my clothing bit by bit, running his tongue all over me…

Shirt off and his tongue is sliding over my shoulders, my back, back up to my neck and down over my waist and back up towards my breast as he removed my bra. Undoing it he slides the straps slowly down and lets the bra drop to the ground. He is busy paying attention to my breasts. muzzling and licking them… god he has me so hot already.

Unbuttoning my jeans he slides them down over my legs and eases them off my feet.. His tongue following and teasing me. As the second leg is removed his tongue is already teasing… raising a little, and gently sliding upwards towards my pussy he turns me slightly to lean over the pool table.

His tongue is still driving me wild, lapping at my inner thighs and running the length of my slit. His fingers searching and finding me centre. His tongue tracks a path that leads towards my back.. Teasing me and pleasing me… my moans telling him I am not wanting it to end. He takes my clit into his mouth… sucking gently… teasing me, sliding it slowly backwards and is rimming my arse.

Already I am ready to climax and I have only just barely walked into the front door and already my legs are like jelly. As his mouth is kissing his way back up to kiss me he is allowing me to sink lower so that I can taste his skin.. grazing my way down licking and kissing his smooth hairless chest as I remove his lacy shirt, getting little tastes of his skin as I sink bursa escort lower. there are little butterfly weight clamps on his nipples and I tweak them as I go.. Lower, lower, my tongue against his hard length that is sitting beneath the lace boxers. As I remove the lace pants I discover that he has a ring of steel encasing is hard cock and clean shaven balls… my mouth itching to take him inside. to feel him against my tongue… I start to slide my lips over his cock and fully into my mouth…

My hands cupping his balls. Sinking lower I let my tongue flick his balls… and lower returning the favour and rimming his arse… mmm, I am so excited about this playdate it is amazing. So glad I came I am happy when he says that we should really take this over to the bed where we can stretch out more… moving on jelly legs I agree… I want lots of room to enjoy him.

Taking a moment to look around our surroundings I notice that he has taken the time to set the mood… you can smell the incense and there is candles grouped in clumps spaced around the room and even though it is only early afternoon it really does work. He comes up to me and starts to kiss me again… His fingers playing with my pussy he slowly eases them inside me tormenting and making me moan. I tell him that to be fair he has to let me play a little with him… pushing him backwards on the bed I start to tease his magnificent hard cock… letting him slide deeper and deeper into my mouth, up and down I go taking more and more with each downward thrust. I make sure that I am flicking his tip with every rise and getting that little taste of bursa escort bayan precum.

He moans, I move off of his cock and focus my attention to his balls… taking them into my mouth and humming a little as I am sucking them… lower still… my hands on the back of his thighs I push his legs higher, giving me more access to continue rimming his arse.

I am enjoying myself just knowing he is not only getting off himself but is also pleasuring me. That’s something that doesn’t happen that often. He tells me that this is meant to be all about him … laughing. He manoeuvres himself so that he is behind me. His fingers again working my pussy and automatically making me cum. His cock sitting tapping against my opening.

My body automatically wants to sink down onto it. And slowly he pulls his fingers out and lets me do just that, filling me. My pussy instantly responds. He starts to slide me up and down… controlling how we are moving. Giving me the whole eight plus inches…

Driving me closer and closer to orgasm whilst he seemingly holding back his own with ease. He is fucking me doggy and it almost feels he is trying to reach my throat.

My muscles screaming in protest but I still so excited at the same time that I could not have asked him to stop it for anything. He pulls out and lays back on the bed telling me to come sit on his face and queen him.

I am nervous as it is something I feel a little uncomfortable with, but the moans and enjoyment I could feel and hear soon showed me that there was nothing wrong with it. I’m reaching around and rubbing his cock with my hand. escort bursa My tongue licking my lips wanting to taste me on him. He finally lets me lay down lower on the bed and lets his fingers tease my clit and his tongue tease the opening of my pussy. Now and then he is going further down to rim me and back to torment my pussy more…

I am gushing against his mouth and he is moaning. He tells me how much he is loving our playing and how it’s turning him on… he only wishes that I could take it that little step further and pee on him. It is something we have spoken about but he is willing to wait till I am comfortable. He moves his body up to where he is kissing me… my own juices covering his face as I lick and kiss him back. So turned on by all that we are doing and my legs are already like jelly and my will to keep going and do whatever he asks of me is so strong it is almost scary.

He slides his hard cock back and forth over my clit and drives straight in deep… riding me hard and fast he tells me how he is trying hard not to cum, so I pull off him and move to where his is near my face.. He starts tossing off and as he gets closer I am letting my tongue flick his tip. Faster and faster he is so close…

I am dying inside wanting to taste his cum. He starts to erupt but instead of letting me swallow it all he lets it erupt all over my face. The taste is divine and I am already wanting to have more of it.. He leans down to lick some of it off my face and comes and kisses me… sharing his cum with me.

We lay back savouring the feelings that are washing over our bodies… talking and recounting our enjoyment. Discussing the things that we hope to do or have done. I look at the time and realise that I have to leave. I have to get home to the kids… but I know we will have a repeat again whenever we can.

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Amy looked over at her fiancé, Michael. He had worked all day, and he had come home exhausted and collapsed on their bed four hours ago. Amy felt sorry for him, but she was aching. It was now a week since they had last had sex, and she hadn’t pleasured herself in that time; she didn’t want to use up her excitement on herself. Late nights when Michael was dead asleep, Amy would rub her pussy against his muscular leg to relieve some of the pressure.

But it wasn’t enough. Amy was either going to cum or explode. She chose the former. She shook Michael and said, “Honey, wake up.” He groggily opened his eyes and looked at her.

“What is it?” He asked. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to. He saw in her eyes that she was hungry. He felt his own need rising and he scooted closer to her.

“Michael, honey, I need it…I just feel like I’m about to explode,” she said.

“Oh, you will,” he answered, pulling her close. He kissed her passionately and caressed her body. He ran his hands over her breasts, stomach, bursa escort legs, leaving her back for last. Her spine was sensitive. He ran his fingers up and down it, hearing her sighs of approval. He started working his way down, kissing her every so often – her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, her legs, and then back up to her pussy. He stopped and lightly blew on her clit, and she moaned and moved beneath him, aching for his tongue. He complied by licking her outer lips first, slowly up one and down the other, then sticking his tongue all the way in her pussy, moving it around, and back out again. He nibbled on her outer lips as his hands still moved over body, making her break out in goosebumps. He started on her inner lips, first licking them, then biting them softly, making Amy moan.

Amy was in heaven. She hadn’t felt this way in so long, and it was so good. She could feel it rising in her, but it was coming slowly, teasing her much like Michael was. She wanted his cock in her, but she also didn’t want to stop him now. Her back arched and she moaned softly. She wanted him to pound her, to thrust bursa escort bayan it in her hard over and over again. That thought almost made her cum, but she held back with some hidden inner strength.

Michael stuck his tongue deep into her pussy as he started to rub around her clit, not quite touching it. Amy groaned louder and Michael knew she was close. He stroked her clit up and down slowly, feeling it pulsate between his fingers. He nibbled on her clit and flicked his tongue over it. Amy’s hips starting bucking, and her breath came in short gasps, her signal that she was going to cum. Michael immediately stopped and Amy looked at him crazily. “What are you doing? Don’t stop now!”

Michael smiled devilishly and took his cock into his hands. Amy was still in the throes of the passion caused by his tongue and didn’t know what he was doing. Michael positioned himself and placed her legs over his shoulders as he slid his dick into her aching pussy. Amy groaned loudly and tried to move her hips to get more of him in her. He wouldn’t allow it, and oh so slowly slid it in her all the way…deep inside her. Amy was going nuts escort bursa when he started to go faster and faster, driving him deeper and deeper into Amy, who would get louder with each thrust. Amy could feel him going harder and harder, making the whole bed shake with their movements. Amy finally started to scream as she bucked against him…her screams came in short gasps as her orgasm swept over her.

Amy felt it flow through her, as if it started somewhere deep inside her, and then rose in size and force as it exploded out of her in a sea of screams and thrusts. Michael felt her pussy contract on his dick, and he felt her cum all over him. He moaned louder and louder as he continued to thrust faster and faster, finally arching his back and shooting all he had into her.

Amy let the first couple gobs go into her, but she quickly sat up and took his dick in her mouth. She grabbed it by the base and stroked it, playing with his balls. Michael groaned louder and then Amy felt his cum hitting the back of her throat. She tried hard to swallow as fast as he came, but some escaped and fell on her breast and hot, hard nipples.

They collapsed on the bed in a sea of sweat and sexual juices. They were breathing heavy and exhausted. Amy looked at Michael with a mix of joy and relief in her eyes. “Thank you, baby,” she said softly, drifting off to sleep.

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Amber came out of the cabin as I was getting out of the car. She came down the steps of the broad wooden porch as I shut the door. The next couple of seconds were a blur before I had her lithe, muscular body in my arms and our mouths met in a passionate kiss. It had been two months since our explosive first encounter on top of a cliff, and although we had been able to keep in touch by phone and email (including some very interesting mutual masturbation sessions via webcam), this was the first time we’d been able to get our actual hands on each other again. The feel of her body against me, her strong thighs against mine, her firm breasts pressed against my chest, my hands holding her muscular back, and our mouths ravaging each other — tongues and lips struggling to stimulate and explore, to communicate all of our pent up passion… It should come as no surprise that every inch of me was immediately on fire with desire for her.

Soon we had turned so that she was pressed back against the side of the car, and my hands were moving up under her T-shirt. Amber squeezed my ass as I began to kiss my way down her neck. I moved my right hand around to undo the front of her shorts. We were in the middle of a forest, in front of a rented cabin; there was no one within miles, and at that moment I meant to have her right there on the hood of the car!

“Oh, I’ve missed you,” she breathed as I kissed her throat. She caressed the front of my jeans with her hand, laughed and said, “And I can tell you’ve missed me too!”

Then, with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, she pushed me back a step.

“You know,” she smirked, “I don’t want you to get the idea that I’m just going to let you fuck me the minute you see me.”

“Oh, no?” I smirked right back, reaching out to trace my fingertips over her shirt, right where her hardened nipple was noticeable.

She laughed and swatted my hand away. “You know…” she started. “I think… You’ll have to catch me!”

And with that, she darted off down the dirt road away from the cabin. I didn’t even think about not chasing her, but set off at once, sprinting after her.

I soon slowed a bit, though. It had been raining for the last several days, and even now there was a light drizzle filling the sky. The dirt road was really more mud and heavy gravel — more than a little treacherous. I was in the mood for wild, passionate sex, not a twisted ankle.

Amber on the other hand seemed to know exactly what she was doing. She’d been staying at the cabin for a couple of days before I’d arrived, so I imagined she’d been running up and down this road several times. She wasn’t the kind of woman who’d sit inside all day, even if it was raining.

While I knew that she would eventually let me catch her, I had waited two months already and I wanted to get naked with that athletic body running ahead of me. Plus, there was my inherently competitive spirit. I opened up my stride a bit as I followed her down the road.

Then, just when I felt like I was closing the gap nicely, she lurched off to the right and started up a foot trail, leading up the hillside at a steep angle. I cursed a bit as I followed, and Amber laughed over her shoulder. The path leveled out after a bit and ran along the hillside above the road. The branches of trees whipped past as I loped along after Amber, gaining a little bit, but very slowly. Suddenly she skidded to a stop and then took off up the hillside again, along a slippery rocky muddy defile. I paused a moment to catch my breath and look over the ascent. Amber was scrambling up the last little bit and slipped down on one knee. Feeling particularly clever, I bounded up the scree by picking and choosing what I hoped were securely planted rocks to use as steps. I closed some of the distance to my quarry, but she was up and running again by the time I got up to the next section of trail. I noticed her hands were muddy.

I had no idea of this trail was actually connected to the one below, though I assumed it was in fact a continuation, and that Amber had simply cut off some loop. She was now running back along the side of the hill above the path we’d taken already, but this ran at a considerably steeper angle.

I noticed that she was slowing down a little. The ground was noticeably muddier now, and she was apparently obliged to be more careful in watching where she was going. Since I could basically follow along after her, I was able to move a bit faster, and was soon catching up. Before long I was almost in bursa escort range of being able to grab her with one good lunge. Then she abruptly ducked under a thick tree limb thrust out over the trail. With a very sincere, “Crap!” I just barely managed to avoid slamming my face into it. My sudden duck made me lose my footing and I tumbled to the ground. I was very happy that all my martial arts training kicked right in; I found myself rolling over on my shoulder and back on my feet right away.

My back was now covered in mud and Amber was laughing, twenty yards up the trail. With renewed determination I set out after her.

We reached a shoulder on the hillside and the path turned left to climb a bit more gradually for a short distance. I realized that Amber had a very long cross-country run in mind, so I settled for a loping pace that I knew would keep up with her without wearing me out for what would follow immediately after I caught her. Off to the right, through an opening in the tree line, I saw the adjacent hillside. I thought it was very likely we would soon be running over that slope. I could make out what seemed to be a foot path zigzagging down that hillside, and I began to get a crazy idea.

“You’re not getting tired, are you?” Amber called back over her shoulder. I caught a glimpse of her grinning face. She was breaking one of my old track coach’s rules: never look back! It slows you down. I put on a bit of extra speed and ignored her question. Soon enough, she made the turn to the right that I had been half-expecting. My footing slipped a bit in the mud as I surged around the corner to follow. We were now going downhill, and through the thick green foliage and the mist I could see glimpses of the trail below us rising very gradually up toward us we ran.

The drizzle began to turn to honest rain, as Amber approached what I knew must be a double back turn on the trail. I looked for what I needed and tried to gauge my timing — it had to be just right.

Sure enough, Amber skidded around the corner ahead of me and started down the next section, in my general direction, but now about three yards lower. I reached out and caught the trunk of a young tree and threw myself around it and down, planning to land in front of my prey. The thin branches and wet leaves whipped at my body as I slipped down the slope and the plowed right into Amber!

Just a second too late to land in front of her, I wound up basically tackling her. Unfortunately, the relatively level area of the trail was at that point only about a foot and a half wide, and the footing was very slick. With a little surprised shriek from her and some kind of annoyed curse from me, we went off the trail and down the hillside rolling together in the soaking wet underbrush. I tried to keep the back of her head cradled in my arms, but the brutal roll down the steep hillside was anything but gentle. At least one large rock left a nice big bruise on my shoulder blade. Then we went over a lip, only about a foot and a half high, and into the section of trail below. Fortunately, this part was much wider, and our descent came to a sudden, if jarring, halt. Unfortunately, this part of the trail was essentially a broad mud puddle two to three inches deep.

I landed flat on my back with Amber right on top of me. The wind was knocked out of me at the same instant that mud went splashing everywhere. I lay there in the ooze, head reeling, and held Amber’s shaking body tightly in my arms.

“Are you alright?” I finally managed. Then I realized she was shaking from laughing.

“Now that was fun!” she said as she raised her head to look up at me. She was grinning from ear to ear and she had little spots of mud all splattered over her face. She grabbed my face in both hands and kissed me hard, violently. I responded immediately, returning her kiss and lifting her t-shirt up to get my hands on her naked back. She shifted around, as if to take her top off. I relaxed my hold on her, to let her get into a better position. She broke our kiss, only to grab my lower lip with her teeth and give it a playful tug. As she let my lip go, she brought her knee up and planted it firmly in the middle of my chest.

Pushing off, she both knocked the air out of me again and was able to launch herself past me, over my head.

I wasn’t about to let a sudden lack of oxygen keep me from this minx, though. I twisted around in the mud and caught her ankle as she struggled to get to her feet. Without any hesitation I yanked her bursa escort bayan backward. Amber went face first into the mud, as I managed to haul myself up on my hands and knees.

“Where’re you going, lover?” I laughed as I planted my left hand firmly in the small of her back and pushed her back down into the squelching ooze. She tried to push herself up, but I leaned down and the mud didn’t give her enough purchase to effectively fight. Smiling smugly at my victory, I moved my hand up a bit higher on her back, pushing her breasts deeper into the mud and allowing me to reach around underneath her with my right hand.

I fumbled with the button on her shorts, and then managed to work her zipper down, while she tried to thrash her way out from under my grasp. By now we were both covered in mud from head to foot, front and back. It wasn’t easy to do with only one hand, but I managed to pull her shorts and panties down, exposing her firm butt to the rain, which was now pouring down on us. I smacked her ass once, very hard, and saw the muddy handprint wash quickly away, leaving a bright pink one in its place.

“That’s for being a tease,” I laughed at her squeal of indignation.

Shifting my hand down again to the small of her back, I twisted around, straddling her back, facing her feet, so that I could work her shorts and panties down and over her muddy socks and shoes. I no longer had any interest in taking the time to untie her shoes. I tossed her shorts and panties off to the side carelessly. As I paused to consider my next move, I spanked her again, eliciting a loud, “Ow!”

“And that’s for cheating.”

“Cheating?” she squirmed underneath me. I reached back and grabbed a thick bunch of her hair, close to her skull.

“I caught you fair and square and then you tried to get away,” I explained as I carefully got off her back and positioned myself on her left side. My hand had a firm grip on her hair.

“I won’t try to get away any more; you can let go of my hair,” she pleaded, a bit less than enthusiastically.

“We’ll see about that,” I laughed, without releasing my hold on her hair. I reached around with my right hand and, a bit clumsily, pulled her up on her knees. She was face and chest down in the mud, with her firm ass up in the air. Rain was falling on her and running down her legs. For all the mud, or maybe because of it, the scene was amazingly erotic. I wiped my hand off on my shirt, which didn’t really help much, and then held it out to rinse off in the rain. Once I was as happy as I was going to be with the lack of grime, I reached down between her legs and ran my fingertips over her pussy lips. I heard a distinct murmur of pleasure from the woman in the mud.

I gently stroked those lips several times before parting them and slipping my fingers lightly between them. Amber was very moist already, though the rain might have had something to do with that. After teasing the mouth of her pussy a bit, I moved my fingers down toward her clit. As I lightly brushed it for the first time, a visible tremor ran through her body. I brushed it again and then returned to her pussy, slowly easing my index finger into her. I worked it in and out a bit, spreading her sweet juices, before pulling my finger out again and running it over her clit, a bit more firmly this time. I was rewarded with a long, low moan from deep within Amber’s throat.

I used two fingers to stroke either side of her clit, gently but firmly. I idly pressed my thumb against her pussy. I smiled as she pushed back against my hand. Obligingly, I pushed my thumb into her. I pressed my fingers against her clit, and began a slow rocking motion with my wrist, working my thumb in and out of her pussy while my fingers rubbed back and forth against her clit.

Amber was soon breathing rapidly and moving her pelvis against my hand. After mere minutes, she was shaking all over and shouting, “Fuck yes!!” while her pussy clenched at my thumb. The orgasm seemed to last longer than the time it had taken to get her there, and I was enthralled watching her body writhing there at my hands in the mud.

As she slowly came down, I very gradually withdrew my hand and began to fumble with undoing my own jeans, which were, of course, now sopping wet. This was going to take forever, so I decided to risk letting go of Amber’s hair.

Sure enough, before my left hand could even make it to my zipper, she made her move!

Amber lunged forward, lifting herself up out of the mud and turned escort bursa on me. Instead of bolting up the trail, which would have been very amusing in her bottomless state, she knelt in front of me and quickly unzipped my jeans. Together we pushed them and my underwear down past my butt, freeing my already half-rigid cock at last. With startling passion, she took it into her mouth, all of it in one motion, and began to suck on it.

I found myself watching this gorgeous woman on her hands and knees, mud all over the front of her and splattered all over her face and in her hair, with rain falling down on her as she avidly sucked on my quickly stiffening cock. I didn’t have long to admire the spectacle though, for it only took a little work to bring my erection to thick, straining fullness, and, as soon as that was accomplished, Amber released it from her mouth and reached up to take hold of the front of my shirt.

She basically fell back, with a loud splat, into the mud, pulling me down with her. I fell between her legs and into one of our customary passionate kisses. I felt her hand on my cock as she guided it to where she wanted it most. I completely forgot about the rain, the mud, the fact that my sodden jeans were only half-way down my thighs… as my cock slowly pushed into her tight, amazingly hot pussy. I sank all the way in, and ground my body against hers, stimulating her already excited clit all the more, while continuing our deep kiss.

As I began to work my thick cock in and out of her, I broke our kiss to look down at her lying there in the mud, grinning up at me. Something about the smirk on her face, made me shove harder into her, fucking her more violently than I had ever done with any woman. Amber smiled up at me, as if to say, “Yes, exactly!” and wrapped her legs around my hips to pull me in tighter. With every thrust into her we squelched in the mud.

She closed her eyes tightly and threw her head back as another orgasm exploded, sending shockwaves all through her body. I kept right on pushing in and out of her pussy as it clasped my cock hungrily. She let out a deep moan that was almost a howl, which gradually became a deep throated chuckle.

Then, almost suddenly, she opened her eyes and pushed me over. She rolled us over, so my back was in the clasping, cold mud. She sat on top of me, impaled upon my cock. She smiled down at me, her hair hanging lank in the rain, mud rinsing down all over her body and onto me. She gently ground herself against me with her palms splayed on my chest for a moment. Then, sitting back a bit, she slowly peeled her soaking wet t-shirt up off her body. She shook her hair out a bit as she tossed her shirt off to land somewhere in the mud.

The sight of this amazing woman — her hair clumped with mud; brown streaks running down her naked, wet flesh; her firm breasts, with stiffened nipples in the cool, wet air, heaving with arousal; her muscular belly and firm thighs flexing as she rode up and down slowly on the shaft of my cock; and her beautiful face alight with feral lust — was easily the most erotic of my life to that point.

Amber leaned forward, her hands resting on each of my shoulders, her hair hanging down in bedraggled locks around her face, as she began to rock back and forth on me. I ran my hands up and down her bare back, watching the gleaming passion in her glorious eyes, as she worked my sex to a fevered level of arousal with the muscles of her pussy. As I felt my need for release growing, my hands moved to take a firm hold of her waist and I began to lift her and push her down on me. My jaw was clenched tight as I felt my own orgasm approaching, and Amber was actually growling in the back of her throat with each thrust.

Then, it was upon me. My entire body clenched and thrust, as if it was all trying to get up inside Amber through sheer force of will. I held her down against my body while I shot what felt like a geyser of hot cum up inside her. As I did so, she tumbled into her own orgasm, shaking and trembling on top of me, clawing at my shoulders and chest through my wet, muddy shirt. Her back was arched, her head down on my chest, her wet hair in my face, and my eyes were staring up into the cloudy sky. At some point in the last few minutes the rain had stopped.

She was shaking with silent laughter again. I slowly moved my head down, once again aware that I was lying in a pool of mud. She slowly raised her head to look at me. She wore a Cheshire grin of pure glee.

“Now,” she said, “that was really fun!”

My own laughter erupted in the open air. We held each other laughing there in the mud for quite a while before bothering to consider hauling ourselves down the hill to the cabin and a hot shower.

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This is for those of you that sometimes might wonder what if I had taken a different path at some point in my life.

*

First let me say that this is dedicated to the one true love of my life, my best friend, lover, mother to my children and wife. Now down to the good stuff.

Chad sat back in his recliner, it was nearing his thirtieth birthday and he thought back over his life thus far. I have lived a good solid life, true my conscience was all but nonexistent, but by most standards I have already achieved a fruitful life. I spent time in the military and was very dedicated to my work there, I saw the world and throughout various jobs I have found the one that fits me best now, I reckon.

I sat there that afternoon waiting for my wife and daughters to get back from their last minute birthday shopping trip for me and perused the image gallery in my mind of all the women I had loved, (ok, fucked) in the past. From my early years experimenting with sex and women of all race, creeds, colors, shapes, sizes and personalities. Of course there were a few I lingered on but it was really Aimee that still took my breath away when I thought about her. In her youth she had never been that tiny thin girl that my mother always swore I would end up with, but a full busted girl with a slim waist and ghetto booty. She had been pure and innocent when I met up with her and I had been let’s just say less than virginal and leave it at that.

I conjured up that image of her from the past and now the present and put them side by side, although she had added a little more cushion for the pushin, she was still that same vibrant young girl I had fallen in love with and hell I had to admit I had helped add those pounds by impregnating her twice. She was still drop dead gorgeous though and in a heartbeat could bring my cock to instant arousal with just that twinkle in her eye or a good evening kiss when I walked through the door.

As I sat there thinking about all the fun we had given each other over the years I began to ponder what would have happened if things had turned out differently, if I hadn’t come back home after the military; or if she and I hadn’t found one another again after our brief split a year or so before our marriage. As I thought about this I drifted off to sleep in that comfy recliner she is always yelling at me to get rid of. I suppose my subconscious just ran with the thoughts that I had already been thinking about and it laid out the whole scenario for me. That is what I am about to share with you right now so sit back and take the ride with me.

Part 2

I dreaded going to this conference hell I didn’t even want to go but the Captain in our shop said that he needed a sergeant to go and I was the one that had been chosen. Lucky fucking me I thought, the positive side was I had some friends in the same field and they would be there as well so it wouldn’t be the boring stuffy nights of sitting in a hotel collecting per diem and eating out that I usually got. I might actually get to go have some fun.

As the plane touched down in San Diego I looked around, the ESRI conference wasn’t too far from the airport or my hotel and there was a strip of bars about three blocks away as well. I went to the hotel and checked in depositing my bags and pulled out my cell phone. I immediately dialed up Tyler and figured he should be there by now and we could go catch up and have a drink.

“Hey bro what’s up?” came the response as soon as his phone had rang.

“Not much T, just got in and I’m in the mood to go catch a drink are you in the same hotel as usual?” I asked

“Yep, room 210, what about you?”

“Well what a coincidence I am in room 212, I’ll be right over.” I said clicking the cell phone shut and chuckling as I stepped out in the hall only to see him doing the same.

“Hey man how’s it going?” he asked.

“Pretty good, I going to be honest with you I hate these things and the only bright spot was knowing you and Kurt would be here this year, now maybe we can all go out and get laid like the old days and find a girl freaky enough to maybe even bring a few, oh fuck that, a few dozen friends with her.”

“Oh I think that girl is already here and if I’m right we are in for a wild trip man. Kurt was telling me about this little hottie ex-marine chick that works at the schoolhouse with him. He said she was just about as freaky as they come and can’t get enough cock, he never fails to add at the end that she is one of the brightest people he works with and all that shit as well. I think that’s the soft side of him hoping to one day tame that pussy instead of being a fuck buddy.”

“So when are we gonna meet this little hot piece of ass tonight at all?” I asked

“I called Kurt earlier and he said that they might make it down after they get into town and check in. But more than likely knowing that man, he’ll shag her rotten first and then think about us after the lights are already out.”

So Tyler and I went bursa escort down to the bar and had a few drinks catching up on old times, he did ask if there was any special woman and I told him know, just work, and the occasional bit of ass that is when time allowed. He said it was the same for him and as we finished the night off playing pool in the hotel’s bar we checked out possible prospects for the next night. There were a few lookers but nothing to write home about.

The next day we went to the conference and went through the normal bullshit about how to liven things up in presentations and all the new data sourcing systems that were on the way out and would be available to test later that week. When we saw Kurt he had that grin that just screams, “I got some pussy.” We sat down at lunch and all relived the glory days, times of misspent youth we had shared back in tech school and on a couple vacations we had managed to all pull off together to go on. When the subject of his booty call came into play Kurt just blushed and said she was already scouting some new dick for some fun while she was here. They weren’t an item, just fucked when they could he relayed, and when she decided to have some fun he might or might not always be involved.

“Well I for one want to find this chick and see if she is all you say she is Kurt,” I told him sternly.

“I think she’ll be in her room later, probably getting fucked eight ways from Sunday if I know that girl but I’ll see if I can introduce you to her. Now if you get the chance the one thing you must remember, the only thing this girl won’t do is take it in the ass. She said only one guy has ever been there and it’s not something she would do with anyone else. And believe you me I have tried over and over again to encourage her but she is a no go in that department. So Mr. Assanova,” he teased, “don’t get your hopes up.”

I just grinned he did know that I had a serious liking for fucking a girl up her tight little ass, but it seemed that those girls came in streaks, either I’d go a year and not find one who liked it like that or a few months with a few that preferred getting a big hard cock slammed into her tiniest of holes with great pleasure.

Part 3

As the conference ended for the day we all agreed to go take showers and meet up in Kurt’s room in about an thirty minutes. We were going to meet this mystery woman either then or after we had hit the bar for a while. Either way didn’t matter to me as long as we finally met her. If she was as good a lay as Kurt said I wanted in on some of that action and if we had to take turns it wouldn’t be the first time the three of us had either trained a woman or even double/triple penetrated her.

The look on Kurt’s face said we’d meet her later so we headed down to the bar and drank and had dinner for about two hours. Finally the cell phone on the table rang and Kurt picked it up, after a brief conversation he said the coast was clear and we should be prepared to meet the closest thing to “Helen of Troy”, that walked the earth.

“She’s fair game guys,” Kurt told Tyler and I, “nothing is set up yet and you two are on your own, she didn’t seem in the mood to fuck me earlier but who knows now, she said the guy she was with up there had a tiny prick and shot off after only about a minute, so she threw his ass out and called a real man with real friends,” he laughed.

We headed up and in the elevator I made a bold statement, “I’m willing to bet you the TDY pay for this that I can nail this girl in the ass before the conference is up.”

“That’s a pretty steep bet Chad,” they both said, but in the end they agreed, Kurt thought he had this one in the bag and although he’d have to split it with Tyler he could make some nice extra income for the month.

We walked down the hallway and knocked on the door and when the door open I think my jaw must have hit the floor. “So you’re the Chad Kurt’s always talking about,” she said with a grin.

Her hands pulled me into the room and as I glanced back to two awestruck friends I knew that the bet in the elevator would buy me a new motorcycle when I collected. This girl kissed me like she hadn’t seen me in years, and in fact we hadn’t, we had talked a few times over the years but hadn’t seen each other since my last trip back to visit my parents in 1997. So it had been eight years since the last time I laid eyes on her or anything else for that matter. Her hands weren’t stationary and as I snapped back to the present I grabbed her and returned the passionate kiss.

“Sorry boys but I’ve found my stud for the night,” she smiled and waved to Kurt and Tyler as she pulled me into the bedroom. “You have a lot of explaining to do mister, I didn’t even know you were going to be here,” she said as she pulled my shirt over my head.

“Um not to hold up the way this is progressing but did you want to talk and then have at it or are you just in the mood for a good dirty fuck?” I asked with a grin.

“Chad, we haven’t bursa escort bayan been with each other in eight years, I’m not that good little wholesome girl you knew, and I’m sure Kurt has shared some of our fun together, but right now,” she reached down at that moment and squeezed my hard cock, “I need some of the cock that broke me in.”

As I just grinned, I’m sure it was ear to ear, she pushed down my pants and boxers and attacked my cock with her lustful little mouth, swallowing it to the base taking all eight inches deep in her throat and humming as her hands played with my balls. To say that I was a little shocked that this girl that had once almost been my wife and I hadn’t seen in so long was now on her knees with my cock slipping in and out of her bobbing mouth would be an understatement.

I ran my hands through her hair and cupped the back of her head, slowly keeping in time with the rhythm she had set, a quick furious mouth fucking pace that let me know she wanted me to be rough with her. She wanted to be used tonight, but not just used, she wanted to be pleased by someone that knew exactly how to do that to her, and I fit that bill to a T.

As she sucked and bobbed, she looked up at me smiling and winking. “Did you miss how I suck your cock Chad?” she asked in a little girl voice.

“Aimee of course I have always missed your mouth on my cock and your tight little pussy wrapped around my hardness.”

“Tonight, right now,” she said in between moments of lustful sucks and plunges down my length, “I’m going to swallow your hot cum and then my body, my whole body is yours to do with however you want.”

As this registered in my near orgasmic state she started pulling my balls down and doing everything she remembered I loved. She continued to bob her head but I knew she was waiting for me to use the force and drive it deep inside her mouth. Whenever she had decided to swallow in the past, Aimee had told me she wanted to and then made sure I took over like now. Grabbing the back of her head I thrust forward feeling the tip delve deeper into her mouth and into her throat. She swallowed and looked up at me with a mixture of fear and lust as I fucked that beautiful full lipped mouth of hers. It wouldn’t take long and I was surprised that I had lasted this long.

I began to moan and call her little pet names I had in the past and told her what a dirty little slut she had become in between the sweet words. For her I knew just the right mix of what to whisper and say, the reason we had split up definitely not been regarding anywhere near sex. I held her head still and began to pump shot after shot into her waiting mouth.

As I pulled back just a bit her hand quickly reached up and continued to stroke my cock as she milked the cum from my cock into her waiting mouth. As I finished and looked down at her she once more smiled up at me and then opened her mouth and showed me a mouthful of what I had deposited there. Then ever so slowly she closed her mouth and tipped her head back and swallowed the remainder of my cum.

Standing up she kept her hand on my cock and led me to the bed between her legs. I slid down and without a word began to rub my hands over her naked cunt as she began to wiggle and squirm beneath me. In no time I had three fingers deep inside her tight pussy curling them and finding her g-spot and licking her clit at the same time. She was going crazy each time I looked up at her. Fingers clutching the sheets as she arched her back and moaned, “Dear lord no one has ever been able to eat my pussy like you do Chad.”

I slammed my fingers in and out of her making her scream and she didn’t seem to care who might or might not be in the next room listening to her antics of passion. For that matter I could care less, ok that’s not completely true, I knew that Tyler and Kurt were in the other room more than likely going insane because I was making her so loud, it has to be a guy pride thing.

As she began to cum for the last time she pushed my face and fingers away from her clenching cunt and she grabbed my hand pulling it to her face and began to lick the juices from them. I wasn’t about to let her have the only fun so as she sucked I slid up her body and with my free hand I grazed her clit, she gave a jump and I knew she was still tingling inside and out from her orgasm. So I did the only next logical thing, I slammed all eight inches deep inside her as I lifted her legs and began to fuck her pussy quick, deep and hard.

“Oh sweet leaping jesus,” she cried out.

I just smiled and whispered into her ear, “I know just how to treat your tight little pussy baby, I never could forget how to fuck you the right way.”

“Dammit, Chad, I’m cumming again….oh yes, fuck me hard and fast big man.” She was near tears, I grinned a little, that had always been something that turned me on and let me know that she was cumming and never just putting on a show for my benefit. Her tears and flushed face wasn’t something escort bursa any actress could pull off at a moment she was whimpering about getting fucked good.

I pulled out as she began to cum and left her whimpering and for the first time I had seen rubbing her fingers down over her clit in effort to bring herself off. I was having none of that and I flipped her over and slammed into her as she pulled her knees up and pushed her sexy ass out to meet my thrusts deep inside her tight cunt. I drove as deep as I could inside her and then swatted her ass hard.

“So you’ve become a real slut haven’t you Aimee?” I demanded to know.

“Yes, Chad, I always told you if we weren’t together, oh god that feels good, that I’d be a slut more than likely.” She was panting and moaning throughout all of this and I knew the talk I was forming in my head would drive her off the edge. Not just over the edge mind you but completely out there in a free fall until I pulled her back up.

“Who’s slut are you really though?” I asked. Knowing that could be a loaded question.

“Your’s oh god yours Sir,” she said looking back at me over her shoulder with those sexy doe eyes and smiling. “Yours to do anything you wish to Master.”

This had been our own fun roleplay several years ago, she would never fully give in and submit all the time but in the bedroom she was my willing little slut. Some things never change. I rammed my cock deep inside her and after a few more spanks I pushed my finger to the little rosebud of her asshole, “Anything? You’re willing to do anything I tell you tonight?” I questioned.

“Yea…Yes, Sir.” she replied. “I haven’t allowed anyone in my ass ever but you and I think, I’m long overfuckingdue.”

I continued to fuck her hard and tease her tight asshole, slowly working, getting juices from rubbing her pussy and then spreading them around the tight haven that only I had fucked on her sweet little body. She moaned and pushed back against my cock and helped my fingers ease into her at the same time.

“Please, Master,” she moaned, “Fuck my tight little asshole and make me scream like a little bitch in heat, your little cumslut.”

I pulled my hard cock out of her tight pussy and ran it up and down the crack of her ass several times until she whimpered and then I gave a slight nudge and watched the head of my cock slide against the tight puckered ring and inside.

“Oh lord I forgot how much that hurt.” she grimaced. “Don’t worry baby, I will go slow and let you adjust before I slam this tight little ass of yours and cum deep inside it.”

I didn’t need to wait long she began to push back forcing my cock deeper inside her ass until I had nearly embedded my whole cock within the confines of that divine little asshole. “Yes,” she screamed so loud that I think it was for my benefit as well as Tyler and Kurt’s, “That’s it Chad, fuck my tight little ass hard.”

I wasn’t about to let the lady down, I pounded her tight ass as I held her hips and then I felt her fingers underneath us rubbing her clit and her nails grazing by balls when she could. I wanted her to cum hard so I reached under and twisted her nipples that I had thus far mainly neglected and made her coo in pleasure. Then to add an extra tease I began to slap her ass with my other hand as I pounded her tight ass harder and faster. She was wailing and moaning so much that I did fear that management might soon be pounding on the door. Oh well I figured I was pounding in and out of my own door, her tight hot backdoor at the moment and nothing was going to ruin that.

“Oh god, Chad I’m going to cum. Cum with me, cum deep in my ass or pull out and shoot all over me I don’t care just cum for me stud,” she pleaded.

I felt the nut starting to rise and as I continued to fuck her tight ass I wanted to cum deep inside her something she hadn’t ever wanted me to do inside her ass before. When it came it came quick and hard. So hard I felt like I was going to pass out as I shot round after round deep inside her ass.

“Oh fuck yeah,” she cried out, “I can feel it pulsing and oozing inside me, damn I missed you Chad.”

As I finished cumming I slipped out of her swollen little asshole and rolled her over and kissed her deeply and held onto her for a few moments. We lay there talking and I came to find out that Kurt had only fucked her a handful of times, the rest were just a little boasting on his part she told me.

We discussed getting together again and that was when she said, “I doubt you’ll be leaving my side at this conference now that I have you again. But right now you need to wake up,” she whispered.

I know I was confused at I looked at her smiling face, and then I heard her say it again, “Honey wake up.”

Slowly I opened my eyes, back in that comfy chair. I opened my eyes fully and there before me was Aimee, with a smile on her face and not a stitch of clothing on. She got down next to me and reached for my cock.

“The girls are with Stephanie and it looks like you had a good dream. Care to tell me what it was about?” she asked.

“Oh not at the moment baby I just need to fuck you right now….maybe you’ll read about it sometime.” I grinned and told her.

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“You seem a little flustered, Joanna.”

I could feel him standing there behind me, his lips grazing the top of my ear, his breath hot on my neck. All I wanted to do was let my body sink back against him, to let him know how badly I was aching for his touch between my legs. But we were in public, and I had never let Stephen see the effect he has on me…at least, not consciously.

Stephen is my professor – my graduate research advisor, to be exact. I’ve known him for several years now, and I’ve wanted him since the moment he walked into the classroom. He is a lot older than I am, probably twice my age in his mid-fifties, with a very imposing presence and a sort of mischievous smirk on his face most of the time. I always wonder what is behind that look when he flashes it in my direction. He has a dark, brooding sense of humor, which perfectly matches his dark eyes, and a lovely thick mane of gray hair that makes me want to touch it every time I see it. Throughout the years of working with Stephen, I have fantasized about him in all kinds of naughty contexts, and although he gives off a very sexual vibe, I try not to take it seriously. He is, after all, advising my research for graduate school. I would be a fool to act on the impulses I feel toward him.

But in that moment, in the corner of the little departmental reception we were holding for a visiting professor, I was having trouble acting at all. Stephen had just made a rather lewd joke about one of the girls in the department, a grad student like me, who had responded to him with a deep, self-conscious blush. He looked positively gleeful at the prospect of turning her cheek red, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he revealed that naughty smile, feigning innocence at causing her any embarrassment. That was when he turned to me, his dark gaze meeting mine, and said, “now, Joanna, I don’t think I’ve ever made you blush. Why do you think that is?” He moved closer to where I was standing, in the corner of the reception room, noticing the nervous expression on my face. I had no idea how to respond to him without giving it all away – my fantasies about his hands all over my body, about his fingers discovering the wetness between my legs. I took a deep breath and replied coolly, “well maybe you just don’t affect me in that way.”

He held my stare as I tried to stay calm, and then his eyes began to scan my body. I was wearing a fitted white button-down shirt, which was moving with my chest as my breathing quickened and deepened. I could feel the top button at my cleavage pulling a bit, making a small gap for him to notice the thin lace bra beneath. I kept one arm planted at my side, smoothing out the little blue skirt I’d chosen for the event. I did know that Stephen liked me in skirts…over the few years I’d known him, I noticed he always took a peek at my smooth legs in a short skirt or dress. My other hand was holding a wine glass, which I’d refilled a couple of times to calm my nerves. Now the little buzz was kicking in, and my body began to overheat beneath Stephen’s gaze. I didn’t know what to do as he drank my body in…so I slowly sipped on some red wine, and watched him look.

He moved next to me, his arm brushing against the side of my breast casually but deliberately. Smiling in his lighthearted yet amazingly sexy way, Stephen murmured into my ear, “You seem a little flustered, Joanna. Tell me, how do I affect you?”

Something about the way he said my name, about the boldness of his question, made my heart skip a beat. I felt a shudder run through my body, a tingle that tightened my nipples against the rough lace of my bra and stirred an almost overwhelming heat and wetness between my legs. I turned to him, my face inches from his, looked him in the eyes, and before I even had a chance to think, I heard myself whisper back, “Stephen, you affect me in places you can’t see right now.”

As soon as I heard those words escape my lips, my eyes widened. What had I just said? After four years of hiding my fantasies from him, I had just ruined everything with one careless comment, right there in the middle of a departmental reception filled with Stephen’s colleagues, my peers, everyone. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with worry and fear, only to see a very different expression on his face. His smile widened, his eyes narrowed into a sexy and slightly wicked look, and suddenly I felt his hand on me, creeping slowly up the back of my thigh. I gasped, backing further into the corner, trying to ensure that no one would see his fingers disappear under my skirt. Stephen’s gaze moved to my hardening nipples, which were pushing against the fabric of my shirt as I slowly arched my back, exposing my throat and biting my lip softly. His fingers were tracing the lace trim of my white panties, teasing me mercilessly as he carefully stroked my thighs, my ass, but never my aching pussy. His breath was hot on my ear as he leaned in and said lowly, “what about right here?” almanbahis adresi He finally slid his fingers against the moist spot beneath my skirt. “Is this where I affect you, Joanna?”

My eyes were starting to close and my knees wobbled as he touched my pussy. I had never felt such desire in my life, so powerful, like if I didn’t have him that moment I would collapse. I could hardly speak as he began to rub my aching mound through the moist fabric of my panties, so I just opened my eyes weakly and nodded. I knew Stephen was enjoying this moment, taking pleasure in making me agonize in this way. He smiled slowly as he noticed my hips rolling slightly against his fingertips. I didn’t even realize that I had begun to move against him, but the feeling of his hands on my dripping pussy was too good to resist. He raised his voice to a normal tone, backed away from me a bit, and said easily, “why don’t you come up to my office and take a look at that book? I am almost positive I have a copy on my shelf.”

I snapped out of it long enough to realize that I had to answer him, that we were in fact in public, where he had been touching my pussy under my skirt and whispering darkly in my ear. I straightened my spine and smiled calmly, “um, that sounds like a good idea. Let’s go take a look.”

Before he even had a chance to respond, I led the way out of the room, smiling softly and waving goodbye to my colleagues and other professors. I could hear him moving swiftly behind me, his hand on the small of my back as we walked to the elevator of the Political Science building. As he pressed the call button next to the elevator doors, I realized that we were finally alone. But before I even had a chance to turn around, to look him in the face, I felt his hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me forcefully into the wall. Suddenly his chest was flat against my back, and I felt his hard cock pressing against my ass, grinding between my cheeks. He pulled my loose brown curls back hard, and whispered hotly into my ear, “are you ready for me, Joanna? Because you have me very ready for that tight little body of yours.”

He pushed his cock harder against my ass, making me moan softly at the force he was using. I nodded my head weakly as his hands slid up the sides of my legs, under my skirt. My pussy was dripping wet in my panties by this point. God I wanted him so bad. I wanted him to tear my panties to bits and fuck me roughly right there against the wall. I would’ve given him anything he wanted in that moment. Anything. I wanted him to go crazy with me, to be rough and relentless as he took me.

Suddenly we heard the bell for the elevator, and the doors open. Thank god it was empty. Stephen pushed me inside forcefully, spinning me around so he could look in my face. He hit the button for the top floor, where his office was located, and started grinding against my pussy. I began to groan as he finally let me wrap my legs around his waist and rub my dripping cunt against his hard cock. My full breasts were pressed tightly against his chest as he wrapped his arms around my waist and looked me in the eyes. “Mmm…I’ve been waiting for your hot little body for a long time, Joanna. You sure you can handle this?”

I was rolling my hips against his cock, my hands sliding around his neck, into that thick gray hair that I’d always wanted to curl around my fingers. Smiling wickedly at him, I replied, “I’ve been wanting this for longer, I’m sure.” I slid my fingers through his hair, pulling lightly, and moved my lips to his ear, murmuring, “Fuck me, Stephen…please… I want you to fuck me hard.”

With those words, like magic, the elevator opened on the top floor, and we quickly moved down the hallway to his office door. As soon as we walked in, he closed the door, locked it, and slammed me against it. I gasped from shock as he started popping off the buttons from my blouse, his eyes fixed on my breasts as they moved rhythmically up and down. He looked like a hungry animal, tearing at my clothes with his fingers, pulling my shirt off my shoulders, feverishly unhooking my pretty lace bra, and kneading the flesh of my full breasts in his greedy hands. I moaned as he handled me so forcefully, his fingers pinching my nipples gruffly, his mouth still only inches from mine. I pulled him close, my fingers tangled in his thick gray hair, and moaned softly as he covered my mouth with his. It was one of those long, intoxicating kisses, tongues probing each other’s mouths, fingers wandering anywhere they can get away with. He slowly sucked my full lower lip into his mouth, biting gently as his hands moved down from my waist to the tight curve of my ass, squeezing the warm, soft flesh there as soon as they disappeared under my little blue skirt.

It felt so good to have Stephen’s hands sliding under my skirt, cupping and squeezing my ass. His fingers wandered beneath my panties, wet with the juices he found there. I began unbuttoning his shirt, kissing almanbahis adres his neck, biting softly, my warm mouth sliding across his firm chest, peppered lightly with charcoal hairs. He looked so good, I almost didn’t know what to do with him. I smiled, and he backed away from me for a moment.

There I was, my breathing a bit shallow, still reeling from his rough kisses, standing against the door of his office. His eyes moved down along the full curve of my breasts, nipples painfully tight, to my bare legs beneath my skirt. I ran my fingers through the dark tousled hair curling around my shoulders, not sure what he would want to do next, a little nervous that he might want to stop. I couldn’t stop, I knew that. And, as I looked at the firm bulge in his pants, I knew he didn’t want to either. He smiled as his eyes met mine again. I bit my lower lip shyly, knowing that he enjoyed making me uneasy.

“I want you to show me how you touch your pussy, Joanna. Lift your skirt for me. Show me that tight little cunt.” Stephen was leering a bit as he spoke, his eyes fixed on mine. I loved the way he was talking to me…the word he was using. Cunt. So vulgar, and yet it was turning me on more than I had ever imagined. I felt so completely ready for him, ready to do anything, ready to show him everything. I wanted to tease him, to make him beg me for it, just like I’d always fantasized. Without saying a word, I carefully lifted my skirt, revealing my white lace panties beneath, tracing the pattern with my fingernails lightly. I slid my fingers beneath the lace, and slowly began to rub my slick pussy, moving my hips with my hand, never taking my eyes off him. God it felt so good to touch myself while I looked at him. So many times during class I would feel that craving between my legs, and now I could finally satisfy it. I slipped my finger inside my pussy and started fucking myself slowly, my eyes never leaving Stephen’s. His eyes were hungry for more, I could see it.

“Turn around, Joanna. Show me that hot ass beneath your skirt.” I slowly began to turn, my back arched slightly, and leaned against the door with one hand, looking back at him over my shoulder. His eyes were fixed on the short hemline of my skirt, and I lifted it slowly. I heard a little groan escape his mouth as I revealed my firm ass for him, my skirt now pulled up to my waist. I heard him unbuckle his pants and looked back to see him undressing, his rock hard cock in his hand, and suddenly he was walking towards me, getting down on his knees.

“I want to taste that hot pussy, Joanna…” he murmured slowly as his fingers hooked into my panties from behind. He sucked the juices off my finger before sliding my panties down my thighs, to my ankles. I felt his hands between my legs spreading them wider, and his fingers gently stroked my pussy. I moaned softly as his fingers skimmed up and down my dripping slit, finding my hard aching clit, pinching it slightly. Then his lips and tongue were on my inner thigh, sliding up slowly, teasing me mercilessly. I thought I was going to collapse right there as his head disappeared beneath my skirt, his mouth inches from my burning cunt. I was almost sick with desire, needing him to suck my clit roughly into his mouth, to slide his tongue across it, to make me cum right there standing against his office door.

I felt his hot breath on my pussy, making me whimper in anticipation. “Mmm… you are so fucking wet, Joanna. Such a bad girl…” Just as he was about to bring his tongue to my aching mound, I felt his hands moving across my ass, squeezing, and then suddenly he smacked me there hard. I groaned as he did it, completely taken by surprise. He spanked me again as he slid his finger deep inside my pussy, and then started fucking me roughly with his finger, spanking me more intensely with his other hand. My moans became louder, my back arched, riding his hand as he slipped another finger inside me, slapping my ass again and again. I was loving every second of this, never wanting him to stop. My cunt on fire, my ass stinging from his hand, I started murmuring, “mmm…fuck me Stephen…. god…. please fuck me…. I can’t take it anymore…”

“Such a bad little slut, Joanna,” he whispered, his mouth moving beneath my skirt. “Look at that dripping wet cunt. You like being spanked by your professor, don’t you…” I nodded my head as his tongue flicked my hard little clit. Slowly he began licking me, sucking on my cunt lips, my clit. His hands were on my ass still, spanking me again and again as I moaned. He was amazing… I could hardly stand up anymore as he sucked my juices into his eager mouth. “Stephen… my god… you’re going to make me cum like this…” His tongue moved faster against my clit, his fingers buried deep inside me, fucking me as I felt the most intense orgasm of my life… I was riding his tongue so fast and hard, bucking wildly against his face, cumming all over his mouth. I bit my hand to try to muffle almanbahis adres my sounds as my orgasm finally subsided. My knees wobbled as he stood, and I turned to face him, his lips glistening from my pussy juice. I pressed my chest against him hard, sliding out of my skirt so I could feel his cock rub against my bare pussy, and began licking my juices off his lips, kissing him hard and deep. I pushed him down into his desk chair, his cock pointing straight up at me, and smiled.

My eyes were fixed on his as I leaned over him in his chair, winding my fingers through the thick gray hair on the top of his head. My breasts were dangling in his face and he took my nipples into his mouth, biting and sucking hard. I reached down and touched his cock for the first time, feeling it stiffen even more in my soft hand. Stroking him slowly, I whispered in his ear, “I’ve been wanting to fuck you like this for so long, Stephen. To ride your cock while you sit at your desk…right here in your office…” With those words he grasped my waist and pulled me into his lap, my legs straddling him in his chair. I slid up against him, stroking his cock as it rested right at the opening between my legs. I rubbed my clit against the tip, wetting his cock with the hot juices from my cunt. It felt so good to use his cock this way, to grind my hard clit against him. My slick pussy was lubricating his cock in my hand, and he groaned as I stroked him faster. He was getting restless, I could tell… I knew what he wanted. He pulled me close to him, his mouth against my ear, and said harshly, “Fuck me you little slut…ride your professor’s cock like you’ve always wanted to.”

With those words I slowly sat down on his cock, feeling it open my tight cunt, spreading my wet pussy lips, sliding deeper and deeper inside me,. We both moaned as I lowered myself onto him, his hands groping my ass, my back, fingers sliding through my hair. Slowly I started to ride him, looking intently in his wide dark eyes, my nails sliding down his back. I arched my back and let myself linger in the moments when he filled me completely, every inch of his cock buried in my dripping pussy. Then I felt his hands slide down to my ass and spank me hard. His eyes narrowed. The sting from his slap made me so hot, I started fucking him faster, riding his cock hard and deep now. His hands moved to my waist and moved with my body, guiding me to ride him faster. “Mmm that’s right, Joanna. Fuck your professor. Ride my cock, slut…”

I was groaning in his ear as I bounced faster and faster in his lap. Beads of sweat were forming all over my skin, my pussy dripping juice all over his cock and balls. Stephen’s hands were all over me now… squeezing my breasts as they bounced just inches from his face, pulling my hair, spanking my ass as it rose from his lap. His cock felt so good inside me, I felt like I was about to burst. Our thrusts were becoming more and more forceful, his cock slamming into me each time I fell into his lap. I felt another wave of orgasm hit me and buried my fingers in his hair, pulling it as I moaned. My cunt was throbbing now, dripping hot juice all over his cock. I looked him in the eyes, dizzy from cumming so hard in his lap. “I want to taste my pussy on your cock, Stephen,” I murmured, flashing him a naughty smile.

He smiled back, opening his legs so I could sink to my knees on the floor between them. I slid down his body, kissing his chest and stomach, rubbing his wet cock between my full breasts and finally feeling it strain against my lips. I teased his cock with my mouth a little, my pussy juices spreading onto my full lips, now glistening from the moisture. I loved the taste of my pussy on his cock, the taste of sex with Stephen. My tongue wandered to his balls, and I sucked them gently between my lips, teasing him with my tongue before I moved back to his cock. I rolled my tongue around the head, making him flinch slightly in his chair. He looked down at me as I slid my wet lips around the tip of his cock, just barely taking him into my hot mouth. “Mmm you look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth, Joanna. Take it all the way, slut.”

His hands moved to the back of my head, tangled in my hair, and he guided my lips down the length of his hard cock. I felt him filling my mouth, the sweet taste of my cunt spreading onto my tongue. I moaned lowly as I took his whole cock into my throat, sucking hard as I started moving my lips up and down his shaft. I looked up at the expression on his face while I fucked him with my mouth. He looked so sexy like that, his face twisted in pleasure, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed the way he does when he’s brooding over something during our meetings. I wanted to make him cum just like that, in his chair, breathing deeply, enjoying my hot mouth as I moved it up and down his cock, sucking deeply, tongue flickering over the tip before I swallowed the length of it again. I moved faster and faster, my wet mouth fucking his cock hard, making him groan deeply. He opened his eyes, looking down at me with complete lust, total abandon, his cock stiffening even more between my full lips. I knew he was ready to cum. I had never wanted it so bad in my life.

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You have come to pick me up, promising me an adventure. This is our first outing together for an extended period, and we are both nervous about it, but we managed to arrange extra time off together. You haven’t told me where we are going, only what to pack. Jeans, hiking boots, a bathing suit …. usual gear for me, except for the bathing suit. I wonder as I pack my things where you are whisking me off to – – – – especially since I know you are generally full of surprises.

You arrive, and I notice that your car is packed to the hilt with camping gear. “Where are we going??” I ask as I toss my bag in to join the other stuff.

“Never you mind …” you smile at me.

Ah ….. mystery. I get it. I climb into the seat next to you, my excitement and anticipation growing. You lean over to me and give me a quick kiss. It feels good just to be in your presence. You know that during the week I am so focused on being everything but a woman, you pay extra attention to the details that make me feel special.

As we drive and talk about things in our lives, good and bad, you absent-mindedly reach over and put your hand on my thigh, stroking my leg with your thumb. I look down at your hand and remember the last place it had been. I suddenly feel myself flush, the warmth rising up my neck. You notice, and ask, “Are you too warm, hon??”

“No….” I blush hotly, but inside I’m thinking , “Don’t you dare move your hand!!!”

I look over at you, still engaged in conversation, but my brain is now taking you in. You’ve worn a dress shirt, casually rolled up at the sleeves. You must’ve come straight from teaching. I love that look ….. so formally casual. I fight the urge to reach over and jerk the front of the shirt open, sending the buttons flying. I love looking at you, gazing at your face as you talk to me. I suddenly realize that in my reverie, I have run my hand down your arm to the hand lying on my thigh. You clasp my hand in yours, our fingers intertwining. Ummmm ….. that feels so good. Just holding hands with you feels so good to me.

I haven’t really paid much attention to where we are going until you turn the car off of the main highway onto a two-lane road. “Okay,” I finally say to you, “where are you taking me??”

“You said that you wanted me to teach you about being outdoors,” you reply. “I am starting this off easy by taking you camping by the lake.”

I smile broadly …. you, me, a tent, the stars …… did I just die and go to heaven?? I suddenly find myself wishing my son was with us. He loves camping.

Your voice breaks into my thoughts: “I thought we’d see if this new place I found is any good, then we can bring Jake with us next time.” We are becoming almost too good of friends …. you are beginning to read my mind.

We pull off this road onto a dirt road …. going slowly until we come almanbahis adres to a thicket of trees. You pull under the trees and stop, exiting the car. I get out as well, and hear the gentle lapping of water. Making my way toward the sound, the thicket of trees opens to reveal a small, gorgeous clearing. We are in a park, I can see other campers nearby, but still this spot feels so secluded. We set up camp … you are having to be so patient since I know very little about this. This day is warm, begging me to put on my suit and go lay beside the lake for a bit of sun. I sneak into the tent while you are doing something else ….. or at least, I THINK you are doing something else!

As I pull my clothing from me, I hear the tent-flap unzip. I feel you enter the tent and you slide up behind me, helping me with the last of my clothing. “That’s more like it!” you whisper, running your hands up and down my naked body. “I was wondering when I was going to get to see you!”

Suddenly, I am in no mood to make love. I want to fuck. Pure, simple, animalistic. I have been hot for you the entire trip, and now, with your mouth on my earlobe, I can take it no longer. I turn, and run my hand inside the waistband of your pants, undoing the button. I unzip them and with one motion, pull them to your ankles along with your underwear. You are already hard, but I take your cock in my mouth and begin to suck you gently, feeling you thrust against my mouth. I look up at you from my kneeling position, lick the underside of your cock, and whisper, “I want you to fuck me.”

The surprise on your face says it all. I have never asked that in this manner. I have not shown this side of me before. For an instant, I don’t know whether you will take me, or take off! I sigh in relief as you kneel down and push me back, grabbing my legs to hold around you. I feel your cock fill me instantly. No foreplay is necessary for me this time – – – – I am already sopping wet. “UGGHNNNGG!” I groan as you thrust inside me.

I’ve never been filled so completely …. either physically or emotionally. You know just the rhythm I need right now: hard and fast. You pound into me with fury, talking hotly into my ear: “You like that??” “Does that feel good??” “oooohhhhhh, you are SO WET!” until I cannot stand it any longer.

“FUCK ME!” I cry in a strangled whisper … afraid others can hear. I cum on your cock, locking my legs around your waist and pulling you in deeply. You feel my spasms and cum as well, adding to my wetness.

Later, I decide to go ahead with my swim. I ease my way to the lake ….. and get into the water, swimming for only a moment or two before getting out and lying down on a large blanket. I watch the leaves on the trees and listen to all the sounds around me, but suddenly, the light is blocked. I look up and realize that you are standing almanbahis adresi over me, looking at me and smiling.

“What is it??” I ask teasingly, smiling back at you but feeling very self-conscious.

“Nothing … just admiring the view” you say as you lean down over me and give me a gentle kiss. “You hungry??”

“I am famished!” I reply and you rise, taking my hand in yours.

“Come this way, then” you say, as you pull me back toward the camp. When I arrive, I see that you have managed to prepare dinner for us – – – – complete with a bottle of wine. You sit me down in a chair next to the campfire, and then sit down next to me. As we eat, we talk and discover more about one another. I find myself baring my soul to you … almost in ways that frighten me. I wonder what you must think many a time, but I am trusting you more and more.

After dinner, we walk back to the lake. The stars and moon are reflected in the water, and we sit on the blanket together. I begin to shiver, even with the warmer days, the nights still have a chill to them. You put your strong arm around me, but somehow know that won’t be enough. Reaching behind us, you pull the other blanket you have brought with us up around both of us.

You encourage me to sit close, suggesting that between your legs would probably keep me the warmest. I agree, and move to sit there. Your arms automatically go around me in a warm embrace, and we just sit, quietly, and watch the stars. I lean my head back against your chest, and feel your heart beat. I suddenly want you again, but I keep that to myself for a bit, knowing by what I feel against my back that you want me just as badly.

I feel your head lower, and you put your face in my hair. I feel your mouth on my ears and neck, and I turn, allowing you to cradle me and your mouth to find mine. Our kiss, while passionate, doesn’t have the urgency of earlier, and I know that this time we will be making love. Your hand goes up under my shirt to cup my breast, your thumb teasing my nipple.

“Ooooohhhhhhhh……” I moan. You know that I love that. We are covered by the blanket, so you push my shirt up and over my head, and push the straps to my bathing suit down over my arms. My breasts spring free, and you lower your mouth to capture a nipple and suck.

“I want you….” I say softly.

“I know.” you reply, “and we are getting to that ….” You are not to be rushed this time.

You slip out from under the blanket, lowering me to lie down. You want me to be exposed, but know that I am not at that trust level yet. Just getting me to make love with you out in the open is a huge step forward. So, keeping that in mind, you make sure that I am not exposed, and reach up under the blanket to completely remove my suit.

I can hear the water ripple, I can feel your hands, and I almanbahis adresi am seeing the stars …… and not just the ones in the sky. I feel your hands move slowly up my thighs to my pussy, and part the lips tenderly. You have slipped under the blanket yourself, and now your mouth is busily sucking at my clit …. eliciting moans and cries of pleasure from me. You are going to make this moment last. You slip fingers into my pussy, finger fucking me to an orgasm. I arch, and you feel me ripple inside, suddenly flooding your hand with juices.

“God you taste good!” you say as you suck the juices from me and from your fingers.

I feel you begin to remove your clothing, and I look down. You are out from under the blanket: you are so bold … and I see your frame coming into view. I never tire of looking at you.

“I want to see you,” you whisper, knowing that I have been looking at you in the moonlight.

“No!” I cry, but you are insistent.

“Let’s go back to camp if that will make you feel better. I want to see you. All of you!”

“No” I shoot back to you, ” I want to make love with you here, where I can see the stars!”

“Okay, but take away the blanket!” Reluctantly, I allow you to do so, because your hands begin to fan the flames of desire once again.

“You are so beautiful” you say as you lower your mouth to me for another kiss. I suddenly feel vulnerable, but you do not allow me to squirm away from your grasp. Instead, you hold me close, murmuring your pleasure into my ear, until I begin to relax into our lovemaking.

The night is so beautiful. Even more so as you carefully take me, thrusting your cock inside me and holding there as I cum. You always do that: bring me to the brink before entering me. It always feels so good to be possessed like that.

“ohgodohgodohgodohgod” I say over and over again as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me.

“Feel good?” you ask as you move in gentle circles, grinding my clit against your pubic bone.

“OOOOHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS….” I cannot remember ever feeling this fulfilled. You pull out of me, and take me into your mouth again, drinking my cum and letting it wet your face. You come up to me, allowing me to kiss and lick and suck at your mouth until I can taste myself between us.

You roll me over, placing my back to you, and lift my leg, slipping your cock back into my pussy from behind. You reach around and play with my clit with one hand, and my nipple with the other, fucking me slowly. “Baby, I’m going to cum in you …” you say pushing deeply into me. I feel your cock expand and then throb endlessly, you groan loudly into my ear. I lay in your arms, revelling in the fact that you have pushed me to a whole new level of trust and acceptance.

In a moment, I feel you stir and pull the blanket up over us.

“You okay??” you ask, knowing the steps I took today were real.

“Yes,” I say to you, looking into your eyes. You lean down to kiss me, and I realize that I have never felt safer than I do at this moment. I can hardly wait to see what you have in store for me tomorrow!

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Adam had a great life. At 40 he hadn’t lost any of his classic American good looks—hazel eyes, perfect teeth, full lips, dark brown hair. He was 6’2, and very big and very strong. He took great pride in keeping himself in peak shape, going to the gym and working the machines on a regular basis.

He was a software salesman for a large computer company. It was an easy job that brought in tons of cash and an enviable lifestyle to go with it. But the best thing about his job, the reason he’d never consider changing it, was the travel—because when he traveled, he loved to indulge in what he called his “adventures.” Hot, fast, intense affairs with any number of women. He met them everywhere. He was at that age and had such a successful aura about him that all women, young and old, found him irresistibly sexy, and he liked to take full advantage of it.

He had gone through a messy, painful divorce two years ago, and he was in no mood for a permanent relationship. He wanted no promises and no long entanglements, just good clean quick fun. Adam loved women and he loved to fuck, and he made no apologies for it. Since the time he was 17, he took enormous pleasure in sex and now that he was free again, he planned to have as much of it as he possibly could.

He was promiscuous, but he often told himself, why let such a magnificent cock go to waste?

For he did have a magnificent cock. It was a good solid 8 inches in length, very thick and well-veined, with a large mushroom head. In a word—perfect. How many women had cum on his cock, he could not count. He knew what he liked and what he wanted, and more importantly, he knew what women liked and wanted.

When he woke up one Saturday morning, that beautiful cock was hard and throbbing. Oh, it had been a while. Several months since his last adventure. He felt horny as fuck. He wanted to be bad. He wanted SEX. God he needed it! There was nothing he loved more than the feel of a wet, hot pulsating cunt around his cock. Nothing more. He liked to fuck and fuck hard, but, here he was, stuck at home with a raging hard-on and nothing to do with it. He refused to jerk off. That only made him more horny.

He decided to go to the gym–again. He went every day. He had to channel this energy into something, so he thought he would go run a few miles on the treadmill and reminisce about his last adventure while he was sweating buckets.

It was while he was pounding the machines with his earbuds blasting away that he saw her—a new woman at the gym, someone he’d never seen before. He was a regular and thought he knew all the hotties who came there. But not her.

She was right in front of him working the shit out of a Stairmaster. He saw long tan legs clad in tight silky white shorts, with the most beautiful smooth muscled thighs and the most perfect ass in existence pumping up and down right in his line of sight. His eyes traveled up and he caught a glimpse of high, firm C-cup tits under a turquoise tank top and a mass of natural blond curls held up in a pony tail, with little ringlets cascading down her neck. Jesus! He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She was just his type, too. He tried his hardest to peek in the mirror so he could see her face, and of course she was gorgeous. Full soft lips, big blue eyes. She was probably 35. Though she had blonde hair and blue eyes, she had nothing of innocence about her. She was lush and sexy and sultry. But she was intent and focused on her workout and didn’t seem to notice him—or most of the men in the gym—ogling her.

The woman on the Stairmaster was named Cassie, and in fact, she did notice Adam looking at her. She’d seen him right away when she came in. That was why she chose that machine, so she could work her ass right in front of him.

She was new to town, divorced for about a year, and had only recently signed up at this gym. She had been going about a week when she had noticed Adam because he was so big, with massive shoulders and big powerful thighs. Just her type. She could not stand skinny men. She liked to be overpowered, overwhelmed, and she was drawn to his hulking size right away, before she even saw how handsome he was.

Cassie was on a mission. It had been a year since her break-up. One year without a man, without sex, and she had had enough of it. She didn’t miss her ex-husband, but oh did she miss his cock. They’d certainly had their share of problems, but sex had never been one of them. Jim, her ex, had just the same intense sex drive as she did. She was used to having his big cock fucking her every day, and it had been a very strange thing getting used to celibacy. She got a dildo, but that paled in comparison to the real thing. After a few ridiculous attempts at dating and a few very unsatisfying sexual encounters, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She would go out looking for a sexual partner. One she wanted, one she chose. She was not ready for a committed anything. She just wanted to be satisfied.

She had worked very hard almanbahis adres to get to this point. She was pretty, sure, but she wanted to be HOT. She wanted her choice of men. She knew what kind of sex and what kind of cock she wanted, and she knew she had to look a certain way to get it. She wanted to look great in lingerie, in short skirts and dresses with spiked heels—like a classy slut. And so, she had started seriously hitting the gym. That was six months ago and it was now really paying off. Not like she’d ever been at a loss for male attention, but now she was getting looked over everywhere she went. She looked as good as she ever had.

Adam was mesmerized by her. She was beautiful, sure, but there was something about her, he couldn’t say exactly what, that made him think she was just what he was looking for. A sultry quality that screamed sex. He tried to concentrate on his running but all he could do was stare at her.

After a while, she stepped off the machine. As she stood toweling off her neck and shoulders, she deliberately looked into the mirror, directly into his eyes. She wanted him to know that she had seen him watching her, and that she had liked it.

She held his eyes for only a second, but it was long enough for him to get the message, and for his cock to jump to attention, immediately understanding the sexual invitation.

He watched her walk away, her fabulous ass luring his gaze and his cock. Oh it was so easy. The game was on.

It was no surprise, really, that these two immediately sought each other out. Anyone around them could see they were two alpha types, oozing sexual magnetism and confidence. In fact, though they didn’t know it, they shared the same August birthday. They were both powerful, full-fledged Leos, raging fire signs ruled by the heart and driven by passion. Adam, in particular, had never met anyone like her before—a true sexual equal.

Of course, Adam went to the gym the next day at the same time, hoping, expecting to see her, but she wasn’t there. She didn’t show up for several days. But just when he was about to give up and think maybe she had just been a fantasy, she re-appeared.

He was upright on a stationary bike, just pedaling away, when he saw a woman on her way to the locker room. It was her! She must be coming from work, because she was all dressed up. She was wearing a dark green silk jersey wrap-around dress and black pumps. Her gorgeous dark blond hair was down and loose to her shoulders, her face heavily made up, and even from where he was sitting he could smell her perfume. Jesus, that dress hugged every single curve. He literally could not stop himself from staring at the way her silky ass jiggled tightly as she walked by, or the way her large firm tits bounced. How did they make dresses like that? It showed every sexy aspect of her body without being the least bit trashy. He just couldn’t help it. He gawked at her.

When she came out, she had her workout gear on and her hair up. Adam practically had a heart attack when he watched her do some stretches on the floor. Her body was so tight, so perfect. She was very flexible and did some yoga moves that showed off her beautiful lean frame. Though he had been there a while, there was no way in hell he was leaving while she was still there.

They almost met on the way out. Cassie was headed right for the door and he was there, so he held it open for her. The moment could not have been more electric. His eyes burned into hers with an open, frank sexual interest. He said “Allow me” and at the same time looked her up and down. Cassie said “Thank you” and lightly touched his arm as she glanced at him. He could smell her perfume. He didn’t know what it was but just getting a whiff of it gave him an instant hard-on.

It wasn’t until a few days later that they finally met and spoke to each other. Until then they had a few near meet ups. Once, he was checking in just as she entered, and he heard the attendant, Lisa, say “Oh Hi Cassie,” so he knew her name. There were a few more glances in the mirror, a few more tiny touches at the desk or at the door. And, hour long workouts right next to or in front of each other, each of them knowing the other was watching.

He would sit on the bike gazing into the mirror, surreptitiously watching her sweaty shoulders and cleavage in a tight black tank top as she ran. Though mashed into a sports bra, her breasts still looked fabulous. He watched her climb the machines in his line of sight until he had memorized every curve, every little swell of her hips. He loved fantasizing how her ass would look in lingerie, and how he would fuck her from behind if he could. His cock was almost constantly hard when she was near, and she knew it.

Cassie really got off on making herself an object for his eyes. She loved that he couldn’t stop looking at her. She made sure he saw her all dolled up as well as covered in sweaty gym clothes. She got such a thrill seeing him blatantly staring almanbahis adresi at her ass. It only made her work it harder.

One day they were both on the stationary bike with absolutely nothing to do except look straight ahead into the mirror into each other’s eyes. Their gazes locked and the message was loud and clear. Neither of them was an idiot. They both recognized a powerful erotic energy. It was completely obvious, without a word being spoken. The only question was, who was finally going to do something about it?

So Cassie was not surprised when later, as she was walking to her car in the underground parking garage, she saw him standing there, casually leaning against the car right next to hers. She wasn’t surprised, but she was still very pleased, excited and a little nervous that he had made a move. Finally!

She had changed—she was now wearing a tight black skirt and a lacy white low cut top that hugged her tits. He was looking down at his phone as she walked up, which gave her time to take him in with her eyes. God he was cute! He had dark brows and full lips, thick dark hair. He was wearing loose jeans and a nice shirt tucked in with a belt. He had this totally calm, confident aura as he stood there.

As she came walking up he finally heard her and shut off his phone. He leaned back with his legs spread in a V, his cock front and center, watching her. She came up close and smiled at him.

“So, you’re following me?”

He smiled and said “Yes” and just looked at her.

“What’d you do, ask Lisa what kind of car I drove?”

“Yes. I’m Adam by the way.”

“Cassie.”

“I know.” His eyes lingered on her lips as he said it.

Adam considered what to do. He thought about asking her out for a drink, but he didn’t even want to wait that long and go through that little ritual. He wanted her now and from the way she was smiling at him, he knew she did too. So instead, he just reached out and brought his hand to the small of her back, drawing her a little closer so that she could feel his thighs on either side. He put his hands on her hips and held her there, inches from his cock.

Cassie loved it. She couldn’t help herself and reached out and touched his flat stomach with both hands.

Adam groaned a little bit, squeezed her harder and said “Oh you are such a cocktease!”

She pulled back and looked him in the eye, and said seriously, “No… I just know what I want.

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?”

In response, she slowly reached down and lightly traced her fingers down the length of his cock.

Adam sucked in his breath through his teeth and closed his eyes. FUCK! He felt his cock grow rock hard under her touch. She was driving him crazy! He couldn’t wait any longer.

He whispered huskily in her ear, “Do you have someplace we could go?” as he ran his hands over her tight, round ass, caressing and squeezing her, smelling her and taking her all in. He wanted to devour her right there.

“Yes, I do. Do you want to follow me in your car?”

He smiled, “Lead the way!”

“It’s a bit out of town. Are you sure you have time right now?”

“Oh honey, I have time. Just point me in the right direction.”

They broke apart and got in their separate cars.

It was only a 20 minute drive to her house, but it took an eternity to get there. Cassie watched the lights of his car behind her. She was aching and aching thinking about him, following her, pursuing her, coming to fuck her. It had been so long, she knew she was going to be able to cum right away.

Adam was rock hard as he drove, electrified, throbbing with desire. God he loved this! He had to shift in his seat several times to accommodate his rigid cock, which was pumped up hard thinking about Cassie’s ass, her hair, her eyes, the seductive perfume she wore. They were both going to be very, very bad.

He pulled up behind her to a pretty little house on a hill overlooking the city. It had a large wrap-around deck where you could see the whole town spread out below. He knew this area. It was very secluded. A perfect place to come and fuck!

He got out of his car and followed her to the door. He came up behind her and nuzzled her neck, saying “Mmmmmm. . .you smell so good….” He rubbed his cock against her ass and caressed her arms.

After weeks of building up tension with all those work outs, there was no need for chit chat. It only took a few minutes before Adam had Cassie hoisted up on her kitchen counter, right near the door, his tongue in her mouth and his hands caressing the cheeks of her ass. She was a good 5′ 8 inches tall, but he lifted her up like she weighed nothing. He groaned as he crushed her breasts with one hand, and with the other pushed up her skirt. He couldn’t think about anything but feeling her pussy. He loved this moment so much. He had to pull down her silky black underwear and feel her, and she gasped out loud as his hands found her cunt. Adam couldn’t almanbahis adres help it. He cracked into a big grin, stood smiling into her eyes when he felt how wet she was.

He gazed into her eyes as he put two fingers inside her, leaned over to kiss her, loving how she gasped and moaned in response. It had been so long she felt she could cum just from being fingered! But she didn’t want to cum so quickly. She had to see his cock first, right away. She had been dreaming and dreaming about it, dying to see what it looked like.

She reached down and fumbled at his pants, tried to undo his belt but she was too turned on. Adam had to stop what he was doing and, nice and slow, while she watched with big fascinated eyes, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She was panting hard as he reached in and freed his cock, dripping cum, hard as a fucking rock. He let his jeans fall to the floor and stood there.

Cassie’s eyes got wide when she saw how big he was. He had a thick, beautiful cock straining up and out from a thatch of dark curly hair, engorged and hot, all for her. She reached down, fascinated, wrapped her soft hand around the thick base and said “Oh, Daddy!” without even thinking.

Adam felt his prick jump in her hand when he heard that. So that’s what she wanted! Oh, well he loved to play that little game.

He put his hand on her soft curls as she grasped his cock.

“Is that what you want, baby? Do you want Daddy to fuck you?”

Cassie moaned out loud and felt her pussy gush even wetter. She leaned back and spread her knees, whimpering in response.

Adam brought his hands to her knees, spread her legs wider and roughly pulled her forward.

“Here it comes, baby, here comes Daddy’s cock, just for you.”

He pushed himself forward slowly while holding her open, watching his dick get slick and slippery as he slid in. He tried to make her really feel every inch, feel him filling her up as thick and full as he could. Cassie moaned and moaned as he entered her, and before he even got all of his eight inches in, she was cumming. She was so hot, so horny, it had been so long, she couldn’t stop herself. Sometimes that’s all it took.

The pleasure was so intense she could not breathe. Adam reached down and gently rubbed her clit as she came, as she kept cumming right in front of him, with his thickness buried to the hilt inside her.

“That’s good, that’s nice, cum for me Cassie,. . .”

And he was so turned on it only took him pumping her a few times before he felt a fast, urgent orgasm approaching. He moaned “Oh I’m cumming babe, I’m cumming” and pushed as hard as he could inside her, pumping her full of his semen, shuddering and gasping and moaning as she held his head.

Adam slowly stood, kissing her stomach as he removed his cock and as she lay with her legs still held wide open.

Adam had been with a lot of women lately, but this was the first one he had met in a long time that he actually wanted for more than a quick, hot fuck. They would certainly fuck and it would certainly be hot, but it was not going to be quick. He had yet to even fuck her properly. But he had to go.

He helped her down and put his hands in her hair, kissed her on the mouth and she walked him to the door. They both smiled at each other as he left, knowing they’d be seeing each other again very soon.

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The next time he was at the gym, she was there, in a light green leotard top with tiny spaghetti straps and a pair of tight black leggings. She looked gorgeous. He could see her nipples through her shirt and her thong wrapping around her perfect ass, and it turned him on to no end that every guy in the place was lusting after her. As soon as he could, he met up with her in a hallway where no one was around. He was urgent and serious.

“When can I see you again?” he demanded.

She just looked up at him with her big blue eyes.

He stared at her, then grabbed her by the elbow and dragged her over to a secluded spot.

“I need to see you!!”

He pushed her against a wall, put his hands in her hair, growled against her ear, “I need to fuck you!”

Cassie put her finger to his lips and said “shhh… we’ll meet soon. But there’s one thing. The next time I see you, I want you to be wearing a suit.”

Adam quickly said “Ok fine, but WHEN?”

“This Saturday…unless you have other plans…?”

“NO! I’ll be there. At your place. 8:00. See you then” and he stalked off. For some reason he was mad at her—mad at her for making him want her so much!

For a whole week he dealt with being almost constantly hard, constantly thinking of her. Why was she making him wait?

When Adam left the house that night, he had on a casual black suit, a nice red tie, even putting on a pair of cufflinks. He doused himself with cologne. If that’s what she wanted, that’s what she was going to get!

As he drove up to Cassie’s house, he had never been so on fire. He was going to fuck her so hard. He wanted her mouth, her tits, her ass, her pussy for the whole night, and he was going to get them.

At the door, he saw a note: “Meet me on the deck.” So he walked around the side, curious to see what she had in store. When he saw her, he said “Oh fuck!”

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The girl at the door taking the cover charge and checking ID’s was not dressed quite like a stripper, but she was showing plenty of cleavage and had that “whatever” vibe of someone immune to both nudity and surprises.

When she pressed a button under the desk and the door buzzed open, the dull pounding of the bass beat through the walls intensified as the bouncer opened the door and motioned them in. He was hit with pulsating music, pulsating lights, a haze of cigarette smoke, and (metaphorically speaking) the naked tits of a girl twirling upside down around a stripper pole on stage.

It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the smoky darkness and get his bearings. The place was about 2/3 full; the tip row around the stage only had a few empty seats, and most of the small tables had two to four guys sitting around them, beer bottles and liquor setups crowding the tables. He spied an unoccupied table across the room on the other side of the stage, about 2 rows back from the stage. Close enough to see the action, far enough back to be out of the limelight.

“Come on,” he said, taking Angela’s hand and weaving them in between tables toward the other side of the room, dodging waitresses in French maid costumes and a totally nude stripper giving a tableside dance to two guys who lost their focus on the naked girl as they walked past.

He could feel all eyes on them as they reached the table and sat down. There is something very mysterious and intriguing and titillating about a fully clothed, “real” woman who walks into a room full of naked strippers. Speculation ensues: is she a stripper on her night off, coming to hang out with her friends? Will we get to see her naked later? Does she like girls — a Soccer Mom with latent lesbian fantasies? At the very least, wistful thoughts of “I wish my woman was that freaky and open-minded enough to come to a strip club.” The short white miniskirt his girlfriend was wearing no doubt caused a few strained eyeballs as she slid her chair up to the table.

“Can I get you something to drink?” asked the waitress with the short French maid outfit.

After ordering a couple of beers, they turned their attention to the stage. Angie was somewhat like a wide-eyed kid at the circus for the first time.

“I don’t understand. The girl on stage is topless but has her panties on, but there is a completely naked girl over there by that table with the two guys.”

“The dancers on stage usually dance to 2 songs — they get topless during the first song, then most of them go totally naked during the next song, and the guys around the stage tip them with dollar bills. The tableside dances cost about $25, and the girls get naked and give the guys a personal show,” he explained.

The song ended and the next one started — a slower tempo this time — and the brunette on stage did a slow, sensuous spin around the pole, then slowly slid her panties down and tossed them to the back of the stage. A neatly trimmed bush, pink pussy lips prominently on display as she sashayed to the closest customer at the tip rail. She locked eyes with him as she knelt down in front of him, demurely keeping her knees together for a few seconds, then opening her legs wide and giving him a straight-on view of her pussy as she stretched out her left thigh and pulled the garter open, making room for the dollar bill lying on the table. He slid the dollar underneath the garter, as his gaze undoubtably drifted from her eyes to her crotch. The garter snapped back smartly onto the bill and she did a little dance to the other side of the stage, where a big guy in a cowboy hat demanded attention with a whole stack of bills on the edge of the stage.

The night had not started out with a strip club on the agenda. They had gone to a nice restaurant for supper, then saw a movie. The movie had a brief scene set in a strip club; two detectives interviewing a stripper about a homicide.

“Have you ever been to a strip club?” she whispered.

“Well, I’m a guy, so Yeah, of course,” he replied. “Have you?” he added.

“No.” After a few seconds, she added, “my friend Julie sometimes goes with her husband.”

That was it until after the movie was over, and he was left to ponder what Julie may have told her about the experience.

The song ended as the brunette finished making the rounds of the front row, dollar bills bulging out on all sides of her garter. She retreated through the back side of the stage, and as the next song started, a blond with big tits ascended the steps and started her dance. It only took a few seconds for the top to come off, and another few seconds to ascertain that her tits were real, and real spectacular. And she knew how to shake them to full effect.

Surprisingly, her panties stayed on during the second song, and she was wearing Mr. Cowboy’s Stetson for most of it — which she had appropriated as he happily slipped a whole stack of bills under the garter. A couple of guys from tables farther back got up and made their way to the stage to get a closer look almanbahis adres and offer their tips.

“Do you think she’s sexy?”

“Well, yeah. I can’t deny that she’s pretty hot,” he replied.

“Well why don’t you go tip her?”

“You sure that won’t bother you?”

“I think it would be kinda fun to watch. Go ahead — I don’t mind.”

So he fished out a dollar from his wallet and found an open spot on the tip rail and waited for blond hottie to notice the newcomer. She took her time, shaking her tits and prancing around to all the tippers. When she got to him, she motioned for him to put the dollar in his mouth. He reluctantly complied, knowing where this was going and not sure how Angie would react. She knelt and enveloped his whole face with her giant tits, squeezing the dollar bill out of his mouth between them. The crowd whooped and hollered as she winked at him and he made his way back to his seat.

“Hey Titty Face!” Angie said with a laugh. “I bet you liked that.”

He was a little embarrassed, but he did like it, and was glad that Angie didn’t seem to be jealous of the fact his face had been buried in another woman’s breasts.

The next dancer was a short, skinny girl with tiny tits and a face that one could only hope had seen better days.

They both let their eyes wander, and he followed Angie’s gaze to the door at the back of club where several girls were leading guys by the hand into a dark room.

“What is that room?” she asked.

“That’s the room for lap dances — or couch dances, I guess you’d call them. They have couches back there and the girls do more personal dances.”

“Have you ever had a lap dance?”

“Yes.”

“Well, what’s it like? What do the girls do?”

“Well, they strip and usually get completely naked, and they sit on the guys’ lap and… well, just be sexy.”

“What do you do? Do you play with their tits?”

This conversation was getting a little uncomfortable. “The guys are not allowed to touch the girls, but the girls can touch the guys.” Even as he said this, he remembered a stripper one time who had taken his hands and placed them over her tits as she sat on his lap, and encouraged him to play with them. Another time a girl had ground her nipples into his face to the point that he had no choice but to suck on them. Not that he was complaining or anything.

The skinny homely girl finished her dance and left the stage, and the next girl who climbed onto the stage took his breath away. She had long wavy brown hair down to her lower back, and a face too beautiful and innocent looking for a strip club. She was dressed in a Catholic school girl outfit: short plaid skirt, white blouse, and white hose or leggings that went to mid-thigh. Black shoes — not the ridiculous 6″ high heels that most strippers wore, but real school-girl shoes. He caught himself staring shamelessly and felt like he was blushing, and glanced over at Angie to see if he was caught being too obviously on the verge of drooling. To his surprise, Angie was staring at the girl as well, seemingly mesmerized.

The angel on stage slowly twirled and danced to a slow song. She undid the top button on the blouse, then twirled around the pole once, then unfastened the next button. Another twirl, another button. A lacy white bra came into view. More buttons, until there was only one left at the bottom of the blouse. Then she reached behind her and unsnapped the bra in the back, and took the bra off under her blouse, one side at a time. Ever since Jennifer Beals had done this in the movie Flashdance, he thought this tease was so damn erotic.

The white panties came off as “Hot for Teacher” blasted over the sound system, and the tempo picked up. But the blouse with only one button fastened and the little skirt stayed on as she rocked out to Van Halen; an upside-down twirl around the pole revealing a shaved pussy and just a brief flash of perfect boobies. This girl oozed a mixture of beautiful innocence and forbidden sexuality that was deadly.

As she danced around the edge of the stage and started getting tips stuffed into the tops of the white leggings, the blouse opened up just enough for an occasional glimpse at pink nipples, and a flash of her naked pussy was so rare and brief that it almost had the thrill of a furtive real world public flash.

He snapped out of his spell suddenly and glanced, with some guilt, at Angie again, but she was totally focused on the dancer, mouth slightly agape, eyes glued to the scene. He had never seen her looking at another woman like this before.

The words were out of his mouth almost as the idea popped into his head: “Why don’t you go tip her?” he said.

This broke her spell, and Angie looked at him a little sheepishly, aware that she had been staring at the dancer and was zoned out to everything else.

He expected pushback. A discussion, questions, a reluctance to make a spectacle of herself, but she just said, “Okay,” and reached into her purse for a bill — it looked like almanbahis adresi a $10 to him — and got up and headed toward the stage.

A murmur of applause started when the hot girl in a miniskirt joined the randy males at the tip rail. When the wet dream of a schoolgirl knelt and spread her legs and shook her long soft hair over his girlfriend like a cascading waterfall as she kissed her cheek and guided her hand slowly up her thigh from the knee to the top of the stocking with the $10, the hoots and hollers broke out across the club. Somebody yelled “Hell Yeah!” when the dancer pulled Angie’s face into her bare cleavage and gave her a long hug before a kiss on the head and a mouthed “Thank You.”

The crowd was applauding as Angie made her way back to the table, and the tip row became standing room only as everyone tried to tip the luscious, nubile schoolgirl.

He didn’t quite know what to say when she returned to the table, looking a little embarrassed and in a daze. “Looks like you started a trend,” he finally said, gesturing toward the crowd at the stage.

The power of raw sexuality. As far as he knew, his girl was completely heterosexual — she had never talked about or shown any interest in girls, being attracted to girls, having a threesome, or anything like that. Hell, she wasn’t even particularly a Melissa Etheridge fan. But there was something about the feminine allure of this dancer that captivated them both, and apparently most of the rest of the club patrons as well. He wasn’t sure if Angie was feeling lesbian lust, or just the juices of sexuality stirred up by the proximity of naked female bodies and horny men.

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“You can look but you can’t touch,” she said, as she scooted the coffee table closer to the edge of the sofa. The music was some light jazz. She kicked off her socks so she wouldn’t slip and slide on the table and tossed the socks into his lap; her bare feet displayed painted pink toenails. “That one was free,” she added, as she climbed onto the table.

He was confused and perplexed about what that meant, but soon focused on the buttons opening up on her blouse — the top two as she faced him, then the rest as she turned away and slowly danced to the sensuous music. When she turned around to face him the blouse was open and her lacy bra with the front clip was showing the top half of her breasts and some lovely cleavage. Her belly button ring cast a little shadow upward, from the light of a single candle on the side table. She opened her blouse and started to slip it off, then pulled it shut.

“I think a tip would be appropriate about now, don’t you?” she said.

So that was her game — the full stripper experience. “Where would I put the tip?” he asked.

She danced closer to the edge of the coffee table and slowly inched up the hem of her miniskirt with both hands. It didn’t take long to reveal a garter on her right thigh, just an inch or so below the crotch of her panties.

“You came prepared,” he said.

“It was a leftover from Julie’s wedding.”

He got out his wallet and pulled out a dollar bill, leaned forward, and slid it up underneath the garter as she held it open for him, like all strippers do. She danced back to the middle of the table, twirled a few times, then slid the blouse off her shoulders and dropped it onto the floor behind her. The next thing he knew she was on the edge of the sofa, straddling his legs, with her breasts in his face. He reached around her waist to pull her close and buried his face in the cleavage, inhaling the intoxicating perfume she had dabbed there.

“Hey! You can look but not touch, remember?” she said as she removed his arms from her back and placed them outstretched on the top of the sofa.

She was really getting into this strip club roleplay game. Just an hour ago, they had been sitting side by side on a couch in the VIP room at the Pretty Kitty with “Misty,” the hottie dressed like a schoolgirl, giving them both a lap dance. It was Angie’s first ever visit to a strip club, obviously her first ever lap dance, and the first time he had ever shared a lap dance with a girlfriend. After her dance on stage, the stripper had made the rounds of the club, thanking the patrons who had tipped, and drumming up VIP dances. He was surprised and a little shocked when Angie said yes immediately to the idea of a shared lap dance — she seemed immensely curious about what went on in that back room.

It was the hourly two-for-one special, so the schoolgirl danced for two songs. The second song was “Stranglehold” by Ted Nugent; a strip club staple and over 8 minutes long, so they got the long version of an ultimate show.

Misty kept the little skirt and leggings, but everything else came off quickly and she started the first song on his lap, sitting facing him and waving her tits tantalizingly close to his face. Then she turned around and sat on his lap facing away; slow grinding her ass onto his lap as she leaned back, her long brown hair cascading over his face and shoulders, almanbahis adres her perfume making him drunk as his chin rested on her shoulder, gazing at the top of perky tits.

She moved over to his girlfriend and instead of climbing onto the couch and into her lap right away, she just danced seductively in front of her, showing off her breasts, flipping the skirt up to flash her pussy, and making eye contact. Finally, she crawled onto Angie’s lap and slowly scooted up close, bringing her cleavage close to her face, and shaking her long hair over her like she had done on stage when Angie tipped her. It looked like she whispered something into her ear before standing up on the couch, turning around and flipping up the little skirt briefly to show off her ass.

A quick pivot and the girl was back in his lap, naked pussy rubbing back and forth on the crotch of his jeans, nipples dangerously close to his mouth, hair tickling his forehead. As she leaned forward and gently blew into his ear and nibbled on his ear lobe, his cock lurched and throbbed and it occurred to him that cumming in his pants with a stripper on his lap and with his girlfriend sitting next to him was probably not a good way to end the evening. With her long hair blocking the view from Angela, he whispered into Misty’s ear: “I want you to dance for my girlfriend the rest of the time.”

She stood up with a grin, giving him a close look up the short skirt at her naked pussy, then stepped over to stand over Angie the same way. She reached down and picked up Angie’s hands and placed them on the bottom of her skirt. “Take it off,” she instructed.

Angie complied, tugging on the bottom of the skirt with both hands, until it dropped down onto her lap. The stripper kicked the skirt away and began a slow sensuous swaying dance, switching from a front view to the back view and back again. His girlfriend was spellbound; it seemed she couldn’t take her eyes off the naked girl in front of her. The dancer sat down on her lap and put her arms around her neck and started doing a slow lesbian grind. She let her hands fall down the front of Angie’s blouse, “accidently” brushing her breasts in the process. She picked up Angie’s hands and gently placed them on her breasts, holding them there until they stayed there on their own out of desire, then wrapping her wrists around the back of her neck again and resuming grinding on her lap.

His girlfriend was normally conscious of and cautious about not flashing her crotch to strangers when wearing a skirt or dress, but she seemed to have lost all situational awareness; he noticed that the short skirt had ridden up several inches and her legs were wide apart. It occurred to him that someone was getting a panty flash. He looked across to the opposite couch, and sure enough, the guy across from him was looking past the naked titties of the stripper on his lap and getting an eye full of the hot scene on the other couch. A quick glance around the dimly lit VIP room revealed that every male eye in the place was riveted on the girl-on-girl action going on next to him.

As the last song was winding down, the stripper stood up, with her hand on Angie’s head and her naked pussy just inches away from her face, and did a slow dance, moving closer and closer. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked like his girlfriend leaned in, almost involuntarily, to try to get a sniff or a lick of this strange flesh.

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After spreading his arms out in crucifixion fashion on the back of the sofa, Angie settled onto his lap and started rubbing her bra-clad breasts across his face, squishing the soft flesh against his nose, letting the weight of them dishevel his hair as she slid her belly button up to his face, and rubbing the hardening nipples against his lips. She tolerated a lick to her belly button, but a soft nibble on a nipple through the thin fabric of the bra brought a playful slap and she pulled back to the edge of the sofa.

“You have to behave if you want to see any more.”

“What makes you think I want to see any more?”

She gave him a pouty, “fuck you” look and got back onto the table and danced to the music, her hips swaying seductively under the miniskirt. She teased him with the hem of the skirt; sliding it up slowly with both hands, just enough to expose the crotch of her white panties for a few seconds, then pulling it back down. When she turned around and did this with her big ass facing him and he saw the bulge of her ass cheeks, ensconced in satiny panties, he almost lost it, and barely resisted the urge to grab her and bury his face into that ass. Good things come to those who wait, he told himself.

She cupped her breasts with both hands as she faced him again. “Do you want to see these?” she asked.

“Yes. I always do. Please.”

She danced a little closer and slid up the skirt to reveal the garter, and opened her legs slightly as she slid a finger under the garter, beckoning him closer. He opened his wallet and retrieved another dollar and put it under her finger. The clasp on the front of the bra opened to reveal her perfect tits, and she shrugged the bra off her shoulders and wrapped it lightly around his neck — just tight enough to show that she could strangle him if he wasn’t a good boy.

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