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This is my first story; I hope you like reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please feel free to comment, and please give constructive criticism. Thank you. Jane is a 16-year-old girl who is very confident with her body and knows how to mess with boys’ heads at school. She’s about 5’2″ tall and has well-shaped legs to complement her sexy, curvy body even at her age, a set of C cup tits and a nice round ass. Not bad for white girl! She has beautiful dark long hair that falls just past her shoulders, nice lips that are certainly awesome for kissing and beautiful green eyes that will melt a guy with one look. She’s still a virgin but she loves to flirt with boys whenever she gets the opportunity and loves to play with Maltepe Escort herself in the privacy of her bedroom. She’s quite a horny girl and is not afraid to experiment and explore herself sexually. She gets an amazing rush whenever she masturbates. So whenever she gets out of the shower, she tosses her towel on the floor and lays on her bed and likes to air dry so her nipples get nice and hard. She soon starts to rub her inner thighs so her pussy gets all wet. She starts with the index finger, just teasing her lips and soon she starts to get wet. She lets out a little sigh and takes a little deep breath as she starts to enjoy this. She continues to rub her pussy; this time her middle Maltepe Escort Bayan finger joins in the fun. She spreads her pussy lips and exposes her hardening clitoris. The soft air breeze tickles her clit and she loves it. With this she closes her eyes and smiles and giggles at the pleasure she’s getting. She starts to rub her pussy and clit slowly with both fingers and then speeds it up as she increases the pleasure. Now she starts to moan softly, biting her lower lip and licking her beautiful lips. In one swift move, she sticks a finger inside her and works her pussy for a bit, then puts in two and continues this for a while. She then rubs her clit with one hand, and squeezes her Escort Maltepe tit and pulls her nipple with the other hand. By now her moans have grown louder as she gets to close to her climax. She is loving the moment! She shakes and continues to rub on her clit until she gets a raging orgasm. She masturbates pretty much every day and it’s never boring moment. She loves to watch porn, and usually watches lesbian porn although she’s not lesbian — it’s just something that her turns her on. Seeing these hot girls fucking each other and doing all kinds of hot sexy things to each other gets her really wet and she can’t help it but to start rubbing her clit slowly and lightly. Sometime during this whole thing she’ll text my friend Stan. At 5’10” with nice abs on a really athletic 16-year-old body, he gets quite some attention from the girls and he enjoys it. He is a virgin and would love to get laid but he can’t because he’s scared of his parents and he needs to find the right girl who is willing to do it with him.

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Jill, my fantasy date from high school, and I had lost touch after Alexandra moved in with me.Alex had taken care of my carnal needs and I was busy as a business consultant with the company to which I had sold my intellectual properties. Jill was an afterthought until something happened that changed all that.A Ford Fusion was parked in front of my house without the driver leaving the car. There are no homes near me, so it was an unusual situation. I decided to investigate and find out what was going on. I walked over to talk with the driver. I was surprised to see it was Jill.She rolled down the window and gave me her electric smile. I tried to be upbeat and cheerful. “Jill! I wasn’t expecting you. It’s great to see you.””Hi, Hank. You didn’t call for a rain check on the house tour, so I came here to get a look at what you’ve done with Reynold’s place after all these years. Do you mind?””No, not at all. I just was afraid someone was casing the place. It made me a little nervous. I’m glad you came by. Come on in.””Are you sure? Can you spare the time?””Of course.”We took a short tour of the house although there was some incriminating evidence that I wasn’t living alone. Alex had left her robe in the bathroom with her name prominently embroidered on the front suggesting I had a roommate.”I didn’t know you were married, Hank,” she said.”Well, I’m not. An out-of-town friend has been visiting this week.” It was only a white lie since Alex lived in the next county. “Look, let’s get together here tomorrow night for dinner.””Oh, I’d love that, but tomorrow is girls’ night out,” Jill said. “A group of us get together once a month and do something special. This month we are giving our friend a bachelorette party. She’s getting married for the third time. I think she keeps getting married just for the wild parties we give. The last time was crazy. We hired a male stripper, and she did everything with him but have, well, you know.””I don’t know but I can imagine. Let’s make it another time.””Great. Send me an e-mail or text. I’m generally available but unfortunately, not tomorrow.”At that point, I felt the same rejection as in high school. It was time for me to forget the girl of my dreams. I didn’t forget about her but then, I didn’t contact her either. Alex and I had broken up, so I was ready to move forward in another direction. “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I took the one less traveled by.”That road led me to Paris and a culinary school called La Cuisine Paris. I had adequate knowledge of the French language since my dad, as a military attaché, fell in love with my mom, a French teenager. We lived in Paris until I was six. Besides teaching me French, Mom encouraged Anadolu Yakası Escort me to help in the kitchen giving me an interest in French cuisine. So, I had learned the basics of the French language and French cooking.I listed my house on Airbnb and hired a landscaping company to look after the garden. My thought was to be gone only a few months which was how long the cooking course was to last. I stayed a year.The Parisian way of life was a paradise for me. Danielle made it heaven. She was nineteen from Libourne, a town southwest of Paris. We met at school where I had sampled French pussy before hooking up with Danielle.Michelle in my chef’s class was first. We stayed late waiting for our pastry to bake. She was hot and not just from the oven. We both knew why we were there, and it wasn’t about baking croissants.Michelle leaned over the stove and pulled up her uniform dress and pulled down her panties. There was just enough time for me to undo my own uniform and quickly plunge my eight-inch injector into her lady locks, pumping with repeated bursts until she was filled with my creams. “Happiness is a good filling,” she giggled when we finished. I agreed. Unfortunately, the croissants came out burned but neither of us was disappointed.Audette was newly married and with her husband on an evening cruise along the Seine. They appeared inseparable but that was a cover for the truth. He was gay and rich, so it didn’t matter to her. Audette whispered in my ear as we watched the lights on the Eiffel Tower turn on in the distance, “Join me in room 153 at Hotel Eylsia for a drink,” as she put it. Each night I brought a bottle of wine for the three of us because her husband stayed in the room to watch. On the night before they returned home to Poland, Audette’s husband was there with his lover. After watching them get it on, it was our turn. Audette was as horny as ever. She even tried to seduce her husband’s partner with limited success. He reamed her ass while I banged into the hole next door.Gabrielle or Gabby ran a café near the chef’s school. I went there for a glass of wine each night after class before hooking up with her upstairs at the restaurant. Gabby was a thirty-seven-year-old pregnant single mom with two girls. Clara was eighteen with Asian features. Madeleine was sixteen and looked a lot like Diana Ross. That seemed to guarantee that the girls didn’t have the same father. With Gabby already showing a little bulge, I was happy I was not going to be the father of her fourth child.Anyway, Danielle was sexy with a funky sense of humor. I soon learned that French girls knew more about love than French kissing. She Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan liked to say getting me hard for bed was like baking baguettes: “let la pâte rise, touch gently with fingertips, roll to size, then put it in the oven.” Her oven was always hot and ready for another loaf. When she said, “Laissez nous faire le pain,” let’s bake bread, she didn’t mean in the kitchen. Our breadbasket was always full.We moved in together at Mme. Benoit’s boarding house on the Left Bank after my third month in Paris. Life was perfect until Danielle found a job in a two-star Michelin restaurant leaving me alone many nights. Eventually, I took a job at a family-owned tourist restaurant on a side street from the Champs-Elysees. As their cook, I learned things that La Cuisine Paris didn’t teach, like taking shortcuts to make the restaurant profitable.After a year away and like many expatriates, I began to long for my home in the United States, leaving Paris and Danielle with tears in our eyes. She wouldn’t leave France now that she had a good job and of course, her family was less than three hours away via TGV. I was heartbroken.Alex had written that her masters’ thesis had been accepted and she had taken a job in a state hundreds of miles away. I returned home to an empty house with no virgin, no courtesan, and a heavy heart. I was miserable for the next three weeks.The mayor called and said he was running for reelection and hoped he could count on my support. As a major contributor to Mayor Fitzgerald in the past, I was always invited to his private fundraisers. They were elegant parties for those of us supporting him with large donations. The best food and drink were hosted by the mayor’s beautiful wife, Claire. Claire Fitzgerald, a dozen years younger than her fifty-one old husband, was both beautiful and charming. The standard joke in town was that people were voting for Claire, not her husband. The party was my chance to get back into a social life that I had left behind over a year before.I knew almost everyone at the gathering and as usual, the food was catered by the best restaurant in town. Claire and the mayor worked the crowd greeting everyone with a warm smile and a firm handshake as politicians are known to do.It was a good evening reconnecting with friends. The Paris cooking school, but not Danielle, was beginning to fade from my memory. Life was finally returning to normal until Claire took me by the arm and guided me to the kitchen. “Hank, I need to talk with you privately. It’s an emergency. Tonight isn’t the best time. Can we meet for lunch this week?””Of course,” I said wondering what could be so urgent. Escort Anadolu Yakası “How about tomorrow at La Porte Verte, say twelve-thirty?””That will work, and lunch is on me.”I smiled at her and said, “Of course not. Maurice would be embarrassed if a woman paid for my lunch. So would I.”Maurice took us to my usual table overlooking the lake and brought two room-temperature flutes for the chilled Champagne. This time he was discreet and didn’t ask about chilling the glasses. The déjeuner du jour, lunch of the day, was chapon farci aux marrons. We touched glasses wishing for her husband’s successful campaign and enjoyed the meal.”So, Claire, what’s on your mind? You seemed upset last night. It couldn’t have been about the party. Everything was perfect.””It’s about the campaign, Hank. The person running against my husband is getting a lot of favorable press and strong financial support from her party.””Claire, you can count on my support.””I was hoping you would say that but under the circumstances, well, we’d like to do whatever it takes to get your help.””Who is the mayor running against, Claire?””Her name is Jill Stratford. She’s from here. People know her. They like her youthful exuberance, and she is beautiful. I think you might know her.””Yes, we went to high school together, but I don’t know her very well.””But you know her well enough to take her here. You don’t take just any woman to an elegant restaurant like La Porte Verte.” And she rested her hand firmly on my thigh. Claire got the rise she expected. The bulge in my lap was hard to disguise. “If there is anything you want or anything I can do to keep your support, don’t hesitate to ask,” and she moved her hand close but not quite touching my aroused cock.I took a deep breath realizing I was being seduced. I wasn’t sure how to respond. Maurice saved me by coming to our table to pour more wine and ask how we liked the chapon farci. Claire answered for both of us, “Merveilleuse, Maurice. Remercions le chef.'””Merci beaucoup, Madam,” he said and hurried off.Delighted that she spoke French I said, “I didn’t know you knew French,””Oh, I only have high school French and spent a month in Paris taking art classes before I got married.””Then we both love Paris! I brought home several paintings and would be honored if you would give me your opinion about them. If you have time this afternoon, we could look at them after lunch.””I have until five-thirty when we hold a rally at the courthouse. I’ll meet you at your place in half an hour.”“By the way, Claire, how is it you know that I had lunch with Jill Stratford. We were catching up on our lives since high school. She never mentioned getting into politics.”“You know, Hank, how rumors fly in this town. George Dunn our campaign manager was here that day.”It was two-thirty when she rang the bell. She looked even more alluring than at lunch as if she had stopped at home to freshen up. I led her into the living room where I had hung several paintings. “Can I get you a glass of wine while you browse?”

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Jack had spent a very long, difficult week at work. He’d had to stay in the city for the whole week, away from his home, his bed, and his lady. The training session had all but drained him. The three hour drive home, in heavy Friday traffic, was almost more than his exhausted mind could bear.When he was about fifteen minutes from home, Jack phoned Jill to say he was almost there.’She sounded odd,’ Jack thought. ‘Nearly rushed me off the phone. It’s not like Jill to be so short with me, especially after such a long separation,’ he worried.Soon, Jack was pulling into their drive. The house looked still, too still. Usually, the drapes would be open, with the sounds of the radio playing and Jill’s slightly off-key singing voice, as she bustled around in the kitchen preparing the evening meal, would greet Jack as he came home. He sat behind the steering wheel a moment, just looking at the house.”What’s going on?” he worried to himself.Jack slowly gathered his suitcase and work items and tiredly walked to the front door. Jill’s abruptness on the phone and the unsettling empty feeling to the house added weight to his feet.He fumbled the key in the door lock, juggling his case and work papers. His customary greeting, “Honey, I’m home,” died on his lips as the door swung inward.The house Bostancı Escort was in darkness and greeted him with silence. Or did it? As his eyes adjusted, Jack noticed small, lighted tea candles on every other tread of the stairway. There was a most pleasant aroma of … what was it? … roast beef dinner? … in the air. Ever so faintly, Jack could hear music coming from the second storey of their home.He dropped his burden at the door and began up the stairs. On the third step was a single while daisy. The sixth step revealed one of their long-stemmed crystal goblets replete with rich red wine. At the top was his robe.The tea lights formed a path across the landing and into the bathroom. Jack pushed the door fully open to discover the tub, filled with steaming, scented water and long taper candles lighted around the room. another white daisy floated in the bath water.Jack quickly stripped out of his clothing and slowly lowered himself into the healing water. He smiled to himself.As he soaked the tension and care or of the week away, sipping the delicious Merlot, he realized he still hadn’t seen not heard his beloved mate. Jack noticed that she had seen to all his needs by putting our his favourite towel; the extra fluffy bath sheet. His Bostancı Escort Bayan shaving gear was laid out by the sink, along with Jill’s favourite shave lotion. Jack slipped deeper into the water and noticed that the music he was listening to was Jill’s favourite CD, “Sax for Lovers”.Fresh from the bath, Jack put on his robe, picked up his wine glass and the two daisies and headed for their bedroom; once again following lighted tea candles. He was sure they hadn’t been there before he entered the bathroom.Their bedroom door was closed and another white daisy lay on the floor before it. Jack bent to pick it up, anxious not to see what awaited him on the other side of the door.As he opened the door, the music became clearer and the scent of his lover’s perfume lightly brushed his senses. He heard her softly say, “Honey, you’re home.”Jack stood in the doorway drinking in the sight of her. Jill was lounged on the bed against many pillows. Her shoulder-length blond hair was free-flowing and shone in the candlelight. She wore the filmy nighty he had bought her for their last anniversary. She was outlined with white daisies.”Come here lover,” Jill quietly said. “I’ve missed you so much this week.”Jack moved to the side of the bed, placed Escort Bostancı his wine glass on the table, beside the wine bottle and her glass. He then playfully tossed his three daisies onto her gauze covered belly.Jill held her arms out to him and Jack melted into her embrace; cherishing the warmth of her body and the strength of her hug.He was truly home.As they snuggled, Jill’s legs opened and wrapped around him. Jack could feel the head of his already stiff cock press against her very moist lips. He sighed deeply and inched his body slightly higher on her.Jill giggled, disentangled herself and slid out from under him. “Not yet, lover.” she teased. She pushed Jack onto his back with a gentle nudge. In doing so Jack’s robe parted fully. Jill rolled on top of him, straddled his thighs, bent at the waist and began a trail of kisses down his chest. She made special stops at his sensitive nipples to suck and lick each hardened nugget, before she worked her way down to his stomach with her kisses as she wiggled her bottom farther down his legs.Jill’s hands replaced her lips at his nipples and rubbed each nub in a circular motion with her thumbs whilst she licked Jack’s belly. Her tongue rimmed, then darted, into his navel. This produced deep sighs of pleasure from her man. She licked the fine, downy hairs below his navel and let her breasts envelop his penis. She could feel her tits become slippery from his juice. This escalated her own arousal. Jill loved to feel his wet cock on her skin. She lingered there a little longer whilst she continued to lick and kiss his lower belly.

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When their children went upstairs, Steve and Cindy went to their bedroom and stripped each other.  They began kissing while running their hands over one another’s naked bodies.  Then, dropping to her knees, Cindy took her husband’s cock into her mouth.  She cast her eyes up at his as she began bobbing her head.  Steve tangled his fingers in his wife’s hair, guiding her sucking mouth on his dick.  Cindy engulfed his cock, cupped his balls, and rubbed them against her chin.“I wonder if our daughter is sucking her brother’s cock.  If she’s anything like her mother, she’s doing him,” Steve said.Cindy chuckled around Steve’s dick, removed her mouth, and stood up.  Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed Steve as he put his hands on her ass, pulling her against his erection.“You don’t mind my love for sucking your cock, do you?” Cindy said.“Hell, no!  You know damn well I love having my cock in you.  It doesn’t matter whether it’s your mouth, pussy, or your sexy ass.  It’s great we still have the same passion for each other as when we were young.  I’ve heard a couple of the lawyers at the firm complaining about the lack of sex in their marriages,” Steve said as he pressed his finger into Cindy’s pussy.“I know. Right?  I have heard a few of the women talk about their sex lives.  They say they don’t have the time or energy for it.  But, then, when their husbands do fuck them, it isn’t as much fun as it used to be.  I’m so happy we followed your parents’ advice to make time for sex,” Cindy said.Nodding, Steve said, “I look forward to our Friday date nights.  I think they’re one of the reasons we still fuck like newlyweds, even if it isn’t a date night.”  Steve chuckled.  “Dad says he and Mom are still active.”Stroking Steve’s cock, Cindy said, “Honey, are you as curious as I am about what the kids are doing?”“Yes, I sure am,” Steve said while fingering in his wife’s pussy.Cindy let out a moan, then chuckled.  “Want to spy on them?  We can listen outside their doors to see if they’re together.”Steve extracted his finger from Cindy’s pussy, sucked it clean, and said, “Let’s go.”    After waiting a few minutes, they crept upstairs.  When Steve and Cindy didn’t hear anything from Greg’s room, they moved to April’s and stood outside her room.  While muffled, they could hear the exchange between the teens, then the sound of their fucking.They listened to the loving exchange between the siblings, finding it hard not to comment.  Then, when the teens left to shower, Cindy took Steve’s hand, pulling him away.“You were right, baby.  From what I heard, we won’t be able to keep them apart,” Steve whispered.“You know we have to tell them we know, don’t you?  We have to make sure they keep their relationship secret,” Cindy said as they went to their bedroom.“Yes.  They have to hide it from outsiders, but Greg and April can be as open with us as they want to as far as I’m concerned,” Steve said as he guided Cindy to their bed.Cindy got on her hands and knees, wiggled her ass, and said, “We can talk about this after you fuck me, baby.  Listening to the kids has me horny as hell.  Now, find a hole and fill it with your cock.”“Do you want it in your pussy or ass?” Steve said as he knelt behind his wife.Chuckling, Cindy looked over her shoulder and said, “Yes!”Steve gripped his cock, stroked it a few times, then pushed into Cindy’s pussy.  Holding her hips, he thrust in and out as she moaned, slamming back against him.  Then, using his fingers, he began stretching her anus.  Steve continued pounding his wife’s pussy for about fifteen minutes, then pulled out.“Flip over, baby,” Steve said.Cindy got onto her back, placed her feet on the bed, then pushed her ass up.  Steve put the head of his cock against her anus, pushing into her rectum.  Once he was balls deep, he paused for a moment before thrusting in and out of her.Holding her breasts, Cindy moaned as her husband’s cock moved in her ass.  She egged him on, begging for him to fuck her harder.  So, Steve grabbed her shoulders as he increased the speed of his thrusts.“I love the feeling of your cock in my ass, baby.  Keep fucking me,” Cindy said as she grunted each time Steve slammed into her.After another fifteen Kadıköy Escort minutes of steady fucking, Steve shoved into Cindy’s ass and came.  His cock pulsed as he sent several spurts of semen into her bowels.  Spent, he lowered himself to her body and kissed her.“The things you do to me, sweetie.  You are the most fantastic lover and fucker.  I can’t get enough of your big cock,” Cindy cooed in Steve’s ear as they recovered.Lifting his head, Steve kissed Cindy and said, “How do you know?  I’m the only one you’ve fucked, aren’t I?”“Yes, baby, you know you’re the only man I’ve had sex with, but I can’t imagine anyone better,” Cindy said.Steve rolled off Cindy, sat up, and said, “Let’s shower so we can keep going.  I want to fuck you again and make sure you’re satisfied.  I don’t want you looking for something else.”Cindy and Steve shared a shower, taking time to wash each other.  Finished, they returned to the bedroom, picking up where they left off.  After fucking each other for an hour, they snuggled together, falling asleep.****Bright sunlight came in through the window, waking Greg.  Initially, he felt disorientated but realized he was lying next to his naked sister in Amy’s bed.  The memory of the night before caused Greg to smile.  Then, propping his head, he reached over and moved a few strands of hair from Amy’s forehead before pulling the covers down and gazed at his sister’s breasts.Greg had been with a couple of other girls, but none as sexy or beautiful as his sister.  His wildest dreams and fantasies couldn’t compare to the feelings he enjoyed the night before.  Reaching over, Greg placed his hand on one of his sister’s breasts, keeping his touch gentle as he massaged the firm mound.As her brother massaged her breast, Amy’s eyes opened.  She smiled while gazing into her brother’s eyes.  Then, placing one hand over his, she pressed it into her chest and moved her other hand lower, wrapping her fingers around her brother’s hardon.“I guess you like my tits, don’t you?  I love your big cock,” Amy said.Rather than answer her, Greg leaned over and pressed his mouth to hers.  When he pressed his tongue against her lips, Amy parted them and flicked her tongue against his.  After sharing a tender kiss, he lifted his head and smiled.“I love everything about you, Amy.  As I said, last night was the best of my life,” Greg said.“It was for me too, Greg.  I can’t wait until you fuck me again,” Amy said, then she chuckled.  “That is if you want to do it again.  I hope you don’t regret what we did because I sure don’t.”Greg squeezed his sister’s breast, smiled, and said, “I don’t have any regrets, but I do have to piss.  You better let go of my dick before I wet your bed.”Amy released Greg’s cock, then followed him into the jack-and-jill bathroom separating their bedrooms.  She giggled while watching a man urinate for the first time.  When Greg finished, she put down the toilet seat and sat down.Looking up into Greg’s eyes, Amy smiled and said, “I guess things have changed, haven’t they?”Nodding, Greg watched his sister wipe between her legs with a piece of toilet paper.  When she stood, he hugged her.  Amy pressed her naked body against him as they shared a kiss.“If you feel the same as I do, things have changed for the better.  We both know incest isn’t normal, and it’s illegal, but I don’t care as long as you don’t,” Greg said.“I don’t care either, sweetie.  As soon as I can, I want to make love to you again.  After last night, my pussy is tender,” Amy said, then she giggled.  “My mouth is fine if you want a blowjob.”Greg smiled and shook his head.  “We can wait until later.  Then, when you’re ready, we can do each other.  What about Mom and Dad?  We have to be careful, or they’re going to find out what we’re doing.”Shrugging her shoulders, Amy said, “I don’t care if they know or not.  Last night, Mom all but told me to seduce you when she said we could make our own rules.”“Yeah, Dad said the same thing to me while you and Mom were in the bathroom,” Greg said.“Okay, so that’s what we’ll do, baby.  I want to go swimming this morning.  We have a new rule.  We’re going skinny-dipping whenever Kadıköy Escort Bayan we can,” Amy said.Greg laughed and nodded.  He and Amy put on robes, then headed downstairs.  As they walked through the kitchen, they saw their parents at the counter, drinking coffee.“Good morning.  How are you two this morning?  Did you two have a good time last night?  Dad and I enjoyed having you join us for our Friday date night,” Cindy said.“It was a blast, Mom.  Greg and I had a great time last night.  Maybe we can do it again,” Amy said.Steve nodded and said, “You two are always welcome to join us.  We enjoyed sharing our date night with you.  So, is everything okay between you kids?”Nodding, Greg said, “They couldn’t be better.  We’re going for a swim before breakfast.”“Okay, see you in a few minutes,” Cindy said.Amy and Greg went to the lower level, then to the door wall.  They went out to the covered swimming pool, laughing as they shucked their robes.  Naked, Greg and Amy jumped into the water, swam a few lengths, stopped, and came together.“This is the best.  I love swimming naked,” Amy said.“Is this the first time you’ve gone skinny-dipping?” Greg said.“Yeah.  Have you?” Amy asked.“I’ve done it when I was home alone.  I love it.  It’s way better with you, though.  I get to see your sexy body and your thirty-four C tits,” Greg said.Giggling, Amy stepped back and shook her shoulders, causing her breasts to wobble.  Greg put his hands on her chest, massaging her boobs.  While the siblings played, they didn’t notice their parents come into the pool area.Cindy and Steve watched their children through the glass, chuckling as their son played with his sister’s breasts.  Cindy chuckled and said, “Greg is just like his father.  He can’t keep his hands off a pair of boobs.”“Can you blame him?  Amy’s tits are almost as lovely as yours are, baby.  Should we leave them alone?” Steve said.Shaking her head, Cindy began undressing.  “No, we should join them, Steve.”Steve and Cindy removed their clothes, walked to the pool, and jumped into the water.  When they did, Greg and Amy shrieked.  He pulled his hands from his sister’s chest and turned to face their parents.“Hi.  I hope you don’t mind us joining you two.  I see you have discovered the joy of skinny-dipping,” Cindy said.“Um, yeah.”  Amy giggled.  “We decided to swim naked when we can; it’s our new rule.”“You and your brother are free to swim any way you want to, Amy.  Mom and I do it every chance we get.  So I guess we won’t have to wait until you kids are gone or in bed, will we?” Steve said.“I don’t know about Amy, but I don’t care,” Greg said as he looked at his naked mother.“I don’t care either.  But, as you told me last night, we should make our own rules,” Amy said.“Yes, you should.  However, we have to be careful not to let anyone outside our family know about certain things.  Dad and I don’t care, but some people will if they know what’s going on,” Cindy said.Giggling, Amy bumped her hip against her brother’s.  “Why, Mom?  What’s wrong with skinny-dipping?”“You know damn well I’m not talking about skinny-dipping, Amy.  I’m telling you to keep what you two do in private to yourselves,” Cindy said.“We know, Mom.  It’s just a little weird, that’s all,” Greg said.“What’s weird, Greg?” Steve said.“The idea you and Mom know what Amy and I are doing is weird, but I’m not ashamed of what we did or will do together, so we’re not going to lie and try to deny it.  We know some things are illegal, but we’re willing to take the risk.  Last night, we realized we care for each other a lot more than most siblings,” Greg said.Steve moved closer to Cindy, put his arm around her waist, and pulled her to his side.  “How do you feel, Amy?”“I feel the same as Greg does.  I love my brother,” Amy said.Smiling, Cindy said, “We need to get going.  After breakfast, we have to clean the house, and the men have the yard work to do.”The four of them got out of the pool and went to the two showers.  Greg and Amy went into one of the rooms, causing their parents to chuckle as they went into the other.“I can’t believe how open those two are.  The kids all but told us they’re fucking. Escort Kadıköy  I wonder if last night was the first time?” Steve said.“I don’t know if it was or not.  It doesn’t matter, not to me.  I’m just happy Amy and Greg are comfortable enough, to be honest with us, Steve.”  Cindy chuckled as she hugged her husband.  “Our kids have grown up, haven’t they?  I think you enjoyed looking at our naked daughter.”“Amy’s almost as good-looking as her mother.  I noticed you checking Greg out,” Steve said.Cindy started rubbing Steve’s cock, wrapped her fingers around his shaft, and smiled as she stroked him.  “From what I saw, Greg has what it takes to keep his sister happy.  Just like your big cock makes me happy.”Amy and Greg laughed in the next room while talking about their parents discovering them skinny-dipping as they washed each other, running their hands over the other’s bodies.“It was wild to be with Mom and Dad while all of us were naked, wasn’t it?” Greg said.“I think it was great.  Now we know we don’t have to be as careful as we thought we would.  Mom and Dad know we had sex, Greg.  They didn’t come out and say it, but I could tell.  It’s cool because we can have fun and not worry,” Amy said.“Who said I was worried?  Look, I don’t think we should have sex in front of Mom and Dad, but we don’t have to hide the fact we’re making love,” Greg said.Finished in the shower, Amy and Greg put on their robes and headed to their rooms to dress for the day.  Cindy and Steve redressed and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.  While the family ate, they didn’t talk about the budding relationship between the siblings.Amy finished her housework, then went to her room.  She booted her computer and went to a popular shopping site.  As she went through the selections, she ordered new sexy lingerie and several short skirts and dresses.  Amy had decided to change her wardrobe to entice her brother and give him easier access to her body.As Amy reviewed her order, Greg came into her bedroom.  He stood behind his sister, gazing at the monitor on her laptop computer.  When he realized what she was doing, Greg put his hands on her shoulders.Amy looked back, smiling when she saw her brother.  He gripped her shoulders, then moved his hands to her breasts.  She chuckled as Greg massaged her firm mounds.“What are you doing, Amy?” Greg said.“I’m shopping for a few things because I want to update my wardrobe with some sexy stuff.  Do you want to see what I plan to order?” Amy said.“Sure,” Greg replied.As Amy started showing Greg the items she would order, he reached down, gripped the hem of her top, and pulled it up, uncovering her bra-covered breasts.  Then, he lowered his head, kissing her neck.Cocking her head, Amy said, “How do you expect me to concentrate when you’re playing with my tits?  Do you want to see what I’m getting, or fuck me?”Squeezing Amy’s breasts, Greg said, “Both.  Show me what you’re getting first.”Amy flipped through the items, showing her brother the lingerie, skirts, tops, and sundresses she’d selected.  Greg continued caressing her breasts as he told his sister he liked each thing she showed him.“Are you going to get stockings like Moms for our family date night?” Greg said.“How do you know what kind of stockings Mom wore?” Amy said.“While she danced with Dad, he pulled her dress up, and I saw them.  They were sexy.  You looked sexy in your pantyhose, but I think the stockings would be even sexier,” Greg said.“I saw Mom’s stockings when we went to the bathroom.  I think they’re sexy too.”  Amy clicked on the webpage, locating a picture of a woman wearing stockings and a garter.  “Do you think I’d look hot wearing them?”  Next, Amy clicked on a photo of another woman wearing thigh-high stockings without the garter.  “They make these thigh-high stockings too.  They stay up without a garter belt.”“Both of those look sexy.  I know you’d look great wearing either one, Amy.  Get whatever you prefer,” Greg said.Amy added several pairs of stay-up stockings, a garter belt, and a few pairs of hose to her cart.  She chuckled as she placed her order, thinking of how her brother reacted to her items.“All ordered.  My new things will be here on Monday,” Amy said as she turned in her chair, facing her brother.“Cool.  I can’t wait to see you in your new things,” Greg said.Amy chuckled, smiled, and began unfastening her brother’s shorts.  When the garment fell to his feet, she gripped the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them down,…

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“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to this meeting. As you know our company is preparing to launch a new cologne in our men’s fragrances line. This cologne has been exhaustively studied by our R&D department and by our staff of scientists and chemists.”But before we put it on the market, I wanted to discuss it with you our board of directors. Each of you has a good deal invested with our company, so I felt you should be in on the decisions made here.”Since this is to be a fragrance used by men and enjoyed by women, I also brought in one of our secretaries, Miss Ramirez, to give us a woman’s viewpoint.”Miss Ramirez, this is the board of directors of our company – Mr. Thompson, Mr, Reynolds, Mr. Peters. There are two others but they couldn’t make this meeting for personal reasons.”All three of the members shook hands with Miss Ramirez respectfully, then took their seats again.”Before you, you see four identical bottles all with plain black labels. No markings or other distinguishing features on them. In one of these bottles is a lesser-known men’s cologne from a competitor’s line.”One has a mixture of a men’s cologne and a women’s perfume. One is just colored water with some bath oil in it for scent, and one has our subject cologne. “No one in this room, myself included, knows which is which – they were all bottled and labeled by an outside company with no ties to us. So this is absolutely as random a blind test as we can do. “Now with all of you watching, we will let Miss Ramirez see what she thinks of all four of our ‘scents’. Miss Ramirez, Lydia, the floor is yours.””Thank you, Mr. Wilcox,” Lydia said, politely. She picked up the first bottle and opened the top. She took a little sniff and turned her head away quickly. “Eww! This smells terrible!” she said handing it back to him. Then she picked up the second one and she opened the top to it. She took a more careful sniff, paused, and took another. “This one doesn’t smell too bad,” she said. She placed it back on the tray as a possibility. She picked up the third bottle and opened it. With a single sniff. “This is the water and bath oil – I recognize it because it’s the same bath oil I use!” Then she picked up the last bottle and opened it. “Now this one I like! Mmm… it smells wonderful… so masculine…” She placed it in front of her.  “All right, now that Miss Ramirez has made her selection, let’s see what we have found out!” Mr. Wilcox said. He peeled away the label on the first bottle, the one she said smelled terrible. It turned out to be the mixture of men’s cologne and women’s perfume.Then he picked up the second bottle and peeled its label off. This one was filled with the competitor’s scent. He took the label of the third bottle and sure enough, it was the water and bath oils. Finally, he took the label off the bottle that Lydia Ümraniye Escort had chosen and it was, in fact, their scent.”Well, I guess this proves it – Miss Ramirez picked our scent out of the four samples!” Mr. Wilcox said, “Now let’s discuss how we are going to market this new addition to our product line.”Lydia, uninterested and oblivious to the business discussions around her, reached for the bottle of cologne they were about to launch. She looked at it again. The liquid inside was a pleasant golden color and a little oily looking.That’s probably because it’s a cologne, she thought.She opened the bottle and squeezed a bit onto her fingers. It felt slippery, not watery like she had thought it would be. She smelled it again and smiled. She really did like the smell of this new cologne.As she was putting the cap back on the bottle, she accidentally spilled a little on the table. “Oh, my goodness! Oh, Mr. Wilcox, I am so sorry! Oh, I will get this cleaned up right away!” she said and she rushed across the hall to the bathroom to get some paper towels.Oh, I hope this doesn’t stain the table! she thought. She raced back into the conference room, but by now the smell of the cologne was all over the room. She began wiping up the spill when the strangest thing happened.Lydia started feeling rather warm. “Oh my, it is getting hot in here!” she said and she removed her jacket. A few seconds later she removed her blouse as well to the amazement of the men in the room! “Oh, I am sooo hot! Oh, I feel odd… I feel… God, I am so horny right now! I want to fuck someone!” she said, loud enough the whole room heard her.Mr. Wilcox was the closest (and most good-looking) man in the room and Lydia turned to him.”Fuck me, Tony! Fuck me now! I need you!” she said. She took off her bra and exposed her ample 36DD tits.”MISS RAMIREZ!” he said, shocked at her behavior.Tony Wilcox knew Lydia as a quiet, almost demure woman who was always professional in her appearance and conduct. Not this sexual wildcat who was now half undressed in the conference room asking – no, telling him to fuck her!In addition, he had never heard her call him by his first name since she started with the company. She was always very respectful, answering only when spoken to and then only with a Mr. Wilcox or Sir. Never with his first name. It sounded strange coming from her – even without the sexual demand behind it!Ignoring the wide-eyed stares and gaping mouths of the men in the room, Lydia began playing with her tits as she continued to beg Tony to fuck her.”C’mon Tony, fuck me! I know you want to… I’ve seen how you look at me! Now fuck me! Lay me on the table and fuck my brains out!” she said.She stepped up to him and put her arms around his neck and began kissing him. On the mouth… on the neck… She Ümraniye Escort Bayan began to take off his tie even as he struggled to keep his clothes on.Tony, wanting to save her from further embarrassing herself, stepped in front of the half-naked woman to shield her from the other men’s ogling eyes. He quickly ushered the other board members out of the room to their dismay.”Mr. Wilcox, I don’t know what’s wrong!” Lydia said in a panic. Part of her was still there, but she was fighting the animal urges the cologne was bringing out in her. “I can’t help it! Oh, I’m so embarrassed… but…  Oh God, I need you, Tony! I need you to fuck me, please!” Lydia pushed Tony back down in his seat and she straddled him, sitting down on his lap facing him. She leaned forward shoving her huge tits in his face rubbing her hard aching nipples across his mouth.”Lick them, Tony! Please, baby, lick my big hard nipples! She did have unusually large nipples, he noticed. Hard and firm and standing tall from their areola bases.Lydia Ramirez was a very beautiful woman – that was why Tony chose her for this meeting… he figured a hottie like her would help convince the board to go ahead with this project if his “experiment” was a success. But he never in his wildest dreams anticipated this kind of result!Still, they were alone now in the conference room. And neither of them were married or attached in any way. And he WAS the CEO of the company after all. He could explain away her unusual reaction as an unanticipated reaction to the cologne.In fact, they could put a warning label on the bottle, “May cause unusual sexual aggression in women” – that would be quite a sales gimmick to boot!So with what he was about to do justified in his mind, he helped her up off his lap and went to the door to lock it so they wouldn’t be disturbed.Then he picked up the bottle of cologne and took off the top. Pouring a bit in his hands, he moved up behind Lydia and rubbed the cologne into her tits from behind, giving her another “dose” of the scent as well as massaging her large sensitive tits and turning her on even more.By now the second exposure to the scent and his hands on her had completely clouded her mind. Lydia, the humble, conservative woman was gone now, replaced with this sexual dynamo who was only interested in her own carnal lusts.Not that Tony minded so much. You see, he had always been interested in Lydia since he hired her two years ago. But being the CEO of the company, it wouldn’t look proper if he pursued his interests in her.After all, she was just a secretary and a fairly new one at that. He didn’t want any hint of impropriety or watercooler rumors about how he hired her for her looks or that she “slept her way to the top”.However, this new turn of events and her reaction to the Escort Ümraniye cologne opened the door for him. And he didn’t become the head of such a large and diverse company as this one by missing out on opportunities – and this was an especially pleasing one!Lydia closed her eyes, laying her head back on his shoulder as his hands worked their magic on her firm, full tits. Lydia’s tits and, especially her nipples, were super sensitive hotspots for her arousal.And Tony was giving them the full treatment!  He pulled her tighter to him and Lydia closed her legs tightly together as her pussy begins to pulsate and her panties start becoming damp. “Oh God, yes Tony! Oh, I love your hands on my tits! Play with my nipples! Pinch them, pull on them. Oh, that’s what I like! My nipples are soo sensitive! I can almost cum just by a guy playing with them!” Lydia moaned. She rubbed her ass up and down his cock bulge, getting him more worked up as well.Tony pushed Lydia forward, bending her over the edge of the conference table so her large tits just grazed the tabletop.He had picked the spot right where she had spilled the cologne that started all this. It still reeked of the stuff which, combined with what he had massaged into her tits, kept her in a constant state of arousal.He pushed himself up against her, letting her feel his bulge as he pressed up against her ass. Lydia wriggled her ass playfully as he continued to massage and fondle her tits.”Fuck, that cologne is making me so fucking horny! I need you to fuck me, Tony, I really need a hard cock in me. I don’t care if it’s my ass or my pussy, just pick a hole and plug it, please! Fuck me right now!”Tony didn’t need any further coaxing. He pulled Lydia upright and taking her by the arm he pulled her around to the other side of the conference table where there was more room.There he pushed her to her knees and Lydia looked up at him with a broad smile. She knew exactly what he wanted and she was only too pleased to give it to him. She started massaging the large bulge in his pants. She leaned forward, licking the bulge he created in his pants and letting him know he was in for a treat! But Lydia couldn’t wait any longer – she needed to see what would very soon be buried deep in one of her hungry holes! She still wasn’t sure which one he would choose, but that didn’t matter to her, so long as he fucked her hard and thoroughly!She raised up on her knees and unbuckled his pants, pulling them down where they fell to the floor. She got a better look at what he had to offer when she saw the bulge he created in his boxers. “Oooh, Mr. Wilcox!” she said, smiling up at him.She pulled down his boxers, eager to lay her eyes on whatever was causing such an enormous deformation in his shorts. As she pulled the flimsy garment down, she met Tony’s impressive eight-inch cock face to face!Lydia’s eyes grew wide at the size of his hard, fat cock. “Oh my God, Mr. Wilcox!” she exclaimed. She bit her lower lip playfully as her hand stroked slowly around the base of his shaft. Lydia held the cock for a moment, examining it and admiring the size and hardness of the velvety steel shaft. 

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We talked the next morning, about our future, and about sex. It seemed more comfortable somehow after our night of fantasy.It had been three years since Michael moved on. Ever since the time Michael left us it was understood that Linda might take advantage of an opportunity to seduce a man she couldn’t resist – that rare man who “gets” her and she considers “worthy” of her body. There had been only two of them, nearly a year apart – a very, very young artist she described as “wiser than his years”, with a body she still raved about, and a slightly older couple at a party one night, but then they had seduced both of us.Linda remained worldly and a bit aloof around my friends, which to my surprise, made her more attractive to a few of them. They’d comment on her looks while doing their best to make it sound like a compliment, but I could always tell when they they secretly wished they could fuck her. Linda routinely kept the men’s advances in our social circle at bay; her looks and refined sexuality intimidated all but the bravest Ataşehir Escort of them. Most often their courage came from a bottle after spending a few quiet moments with her. I’d watch at a distance while she toyed with their egos for a while before she shamed them into an embarrassing retreat. It was hard to blame them at times though; Linda could be ravishing in the outfits she chose to bring them just a little too close to the flame.Linda’s stories became ones she’d unveil little by little while we fucked in the dark, quiet refuge of our bedroom. Each time she’d recount them softly, sometimes breathlessly, next to my ear on my pillow, she’d add some small detail that elevated her tale to a new level of surprising perversity. I’d wonder if each new version she spun was secretly rationed, held back for a time when the rest had lost the ability to surprise and excite me. It didn’t matter to me whether her embellishments were true or not at the time; her guilleless confessions always Ataşehir Escort Bayan followed after her stories took us to the edge of a precarious cliff and pushed us over, sweaty and writhing into the beckoning abyss.”Are you ever jealous, even once in a while, when I tell you how tempted I am to have sex with another man?” she had asked, out of the blue. “I know you like to hear my stories, but do you ever worry? That I might fall for one of them? Or that there might be another Jordan out there who would gladly try to seduce me with the same addiction? “”Have I given you any reason to think so? That I worry?” I asked.”No, never. But I can’t help wondering sometimes. You see how men look at me, how some even approach me the very first time and assume I’ll fuck them. I could stop if you wanted me to. Would you miss my little stories? We could always find other kinky ways to fuck.”She was dressing as we talked, and I had hoped when we paraded back through the hotel lobby to check Escort Ataşehir out that she’d wear the same outfit she wore the night before. Instead, she had packed a fitted, copper-colored fall blouse and a pair of skin tight blue jeans. The blouse hugged her slim waist, emphasizing her bust and shoulders.”Could you keep the bra and panties in your bag?” I begged. “I’d like showing you off a little before we leave, even if it’s just a hint of your bare breasts under the blouse. I’m sure there’ll be at least a few hungry guys at breakfast who would appreciate it – I mean other than myself.”She looked over her shoulder and grinned at me while she unfastened and shrugged off her bra. “Well, I guess that answers my question then. And I can read your mind – you’d have me go to breakfast naked if I wouldn’t be arrested, wouldn’t you, you pervert?””I shamelessly admit that watching all the men in this hotel drool at the sight of your perfect, naked body would make my day.””Seriously, David – you really don’t ever get jealous, at all?”I hadn’t counted on how the blouse would thrust her breasts upward, straining the few buttons fastened over them. The open buttons at the top displayed a tantalizing, open V of perfect, ivory flesh against the darker, silky material. The faint rise of her nipples beneath the fabric made my mouth water.

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My job as a management consultant requires me to travel quite extensively – I am gone more than I am home. Which I don’t mind, as I love to travel, seeing new places, and meeting new people.But traveling so much doesn’t lend itself well to any kind of a social life or more importantly a relationship. It’s something I have come to accept over the years, although there are times when I question the path I have chosen and whether it’s all worth it. Oh well, if the job was perfect, they wouldn’t call it work, would they!I’ve been traveling like this for about eight years now and I’ve been all over the country and also to a few places overseas. I’ve also become quite good at selecting where I stay when I’m traveling – you could say I am a hotel room connoisseur!I seem to be able to look at the listings and choose the room that will best suit my needs even though the listings are typically vague or, at times, just plain bullshit!On this latest trip, I was staying at this unremarkable little off-brand hotel set a few streets away from the regular tourist attractions and sights. I was in Miami on business, not pleasure. And I needed a place where it was quiet so I could concentrate on my work.Additionally, the company that hired me chose to have me come down in March – prime “Spring Break” time for this area, which was another reason I chose this hotel. Hotels in Miami at this time of year are at a premium, and if I could save some money by staying in a smaller no-name hotel away from the “action”, that suited me fine.As a management consultant, my job was to take a company or business having financial difficulties and show them ways to streamline their operations and work more efficiently saving them money by “trimming the fat” – getting rid of redundant or unnecessary operations the procedures.A lot of people look at me as a company ax-man and it is true that some people who do these unnecessary jobs might have to be reassigned or even let go, but by showing them where they can work smarter, I save the company from complete Kartal Escort financial collapse.With my last two “assignments” being companies up north, I wasn’t really climatized to the hot, humid Miami weather. On the day I arrived, it was 85 degrees with about 80% humidity. I couldn’t wait to get to my hotel room and take off my suit coat and get the air conditioner going!Unfortunately, when I got to the hotel room and was checking in, I was informed that, because the hotel was so small and low-budget, the rooms didn’t have air conditioning “but they do have nice big windows!” the desk clerk told me.Well, what is a trip if it didn’t have a wrinkle or two! I knew that every place else in town was booked to the rafters and I was lucky I wasn’t setting up house in the airport itself, so I went on up to my room.The room was decent I will give it that and as the desk clerk said it did have nice big windows which I opened. However, it didn’t help a whole lot since the hot humid weather I was trying to escape just came indoors! I have a regular routine whenever I first get a hotel room. The first thing I do is get the temperature set where I want it. If it’s too hot I turn on the air conditioner (in this case I opened the window). If it’s too cold I turn on the heater. Once the temperature is right, I strip the bed of the comforter.I also pick up some alcohol wipes on my way to the hotel room and I wipe down the TV remote, all the door handles, and the telephone.It’s not that I’m a germophobe, but those things are notorious for getting people sick and if I am sick I can’t perform my best. I also like to sleep with several pillows and so I called down to the front desk (after I wiped down the phone) and asked for a couple of extra pillows.With my routine taken care of, I decided to lay down and try to get comfortable. I was still too warm so I took off my trousers and laid on top of the sheets to try to get used to Miami weather. I bring along my iPod loaded with my favorite music so I put my Kartal Escort Bayan earbuds in and began listening to my music and relaxing after the long flight.I guess I must have gotten a little too relaxed because I fell asleep.Suddenly I felt a pair of soft lips wrap around my cock, sucking me into its warm, wet mouth. My eyes snapped open, and I sat up with a start. “WHAT THE HELL?” I looked down and saw a young and very attractive hotel maid, kneeling between my legs. She popped me out of her mouth just long enough to explain.”I brought your pillows and knocked but no one answered. So I came in to put them on the bed. I saw you laying there with… well, I just thought I would help you feel a little more… comfortable, Sir. I hope you don’t mind.How could I possibly mind? I mean being awakened with a blow job is never a bad thing, especially it is unexpected and given by such a beautiful and willing attendant.”My name is Stacy,” she said with a smile. Stacy was a real beauty. About 25 years old, she had soft, brown hair that cascaded down to her shoulders to about the middle of her back. She had the most beautiful face I had seen in a long time, with soft hazel eyes, and a warm welcoming smile and full moist lips that just ask to be kissed. Her skin was soft and lightly tanned but lacked any tan lines, her breasts were large and rounded, and her legs long.Her uniform seemed to be a little tight on her, almost as if it were a size too small, but that only made it cling to her curvy hourglass figure, showing her off and accentuating her magnificent bust. I have had fantasies from time to time in my travels, of one day getting a chance to have one of these delightful and hard-working young maids and show my deep appreciation for all they do to make my stay as comfortable as possible. And now those moist lips were wrapped around my cock, that mouth sliding up and down my eight inches of rigid flesh.My dream had become reality, thanks to Stacy’s initiative and eagerness to please. Escort Kartal And this was no fantasy.After I overcame my shock at feeling her on me, I relaxed. “No, I don’t mind. By all means, please continue,” I said. Then Stacy sat up. “Just a moment,” she said and got up, going to the door. She pulled her housekeeping cart into the entry of my room. “We don’t want anyone to see the cart outside your room and wonder what we’re up to, now do we?” she said with a mischievous grin. Then she reached into one of the pouches in her cart and pulled out a condom.”You certainly come prepared don’t you?” I said.”Well, Sir, you are not the first guest that has dreamed about having one of us housekeepers. It’s a common fantasy and we all understand that.””Oh? And how many guests have you entertained, Stacy?” I asked.”Only three or four. I haven’t been doing this as long as some of the other girls. And I’m pretty selective. I’ve been asked a few times, but I only go with guys I like.””Well, I will do my best to make sure you have made a good choice then!” I said. “Sir, I’ve been horny all day. I was supposed to go out tonight but my boyfriend had to go out of town for a couple of days. He works for a moving company. And I got called in to work. But I could sure use a good fucking. Think you can help me out?” I nodded dumbly, it was all I could think of to do at the moment.”Good.” She peeled off her maid’s dress, an off the shoulder white and blue gingham number with a white bust area, white apron front, and short puffy sleeves.Under her dress, she wore a turquoise bra with a sexy black lace upper section. She also wore her white tights and her clear uniform heels with the cute blue bow on them. But my eyes were primarily focused on her tits. God this woman had tits to die for!I sat there with my mouth hanging open as she unfastened her front hook bra and set her girls free. “You like them?” she asked. I was so transfixed by these wonders of womanhood that I just stared at them, not even bothering to respond to her question.At that point, she crawled up on the bed, straddled my lap, and shoved her 32E sized tits in my face. I immediately went to town on the massive mammaries, taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking and chewing on the hard nub for a few moments before moving to the other nipple to give it a turn as well.

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Andrea finished her coffee, stood up from the breakfast table and stretched. Her tight white blouse and grey skirt showed off her elegant figure.”Right,” she said, glancing at the clock, “I must get to work.” She picked up her car keys from the counter and turned towards the door.”I need a blow job,” he said.”Oh. I’m sorry, I can’t. I’d be late for work, I really have to go.” She looked anxiously at the clock again.”I really need a blow job,” he said, more firmly this time. “Look what you’ve done. That’s your fault, wearing that tight little skirt, you know the effect that has on me. Look.”Andrea froze in the doorway. She really didn’t want to look. She knew she mustn’t look.She looked. She gasped. He was Maltepe Escort fully erect and his shape was clearly outlined through the fabric of his trousers. It thrilled her that she had such a strong effect on him. She felt a tingling between her legs. He was right, it was her fault. Although she had given him two orgasms last night, first with her hand in the early evening, then in bed with her spasming vaginal muscles, she had neglected his needs this morning. Today was Tuesday, and she hadn’t given him a blow job since… it must have been Saturday. “You can explain to your boss,” he said. “I’m sure she would understand that you had to suck your boyfriend’s cock. I Maltepe Escort Bayan expect she’s been late to work for the same reason.”  Andrea thought that was unlikely, but there wasn’t time to debate the issue. She knelt down on the floor in front of him, moved in between his legs and unzipped him, allowing his cock to spring out. Morning erections were the best, she thought, as she reached out and held it, pulling down his foreskin to reveal his smooth, purple head. He was so hard, and lovely and clean after his morning shower. The dark veins showed up prominently under the bright kitchen light. She leaned forward, until he could feel her breath, still Escort Maltepe hot from the coffee, on the tip of his cock.”Is it really the skirt that you like?” she asked, pausing with her mouth an inch away from him.He knew this game. “No, it’s not the skirt itself. It’s the way it shows off your slim waist, your curving hips and your beautiful thighs,” he replied.Having got the approval she wanted, she kissed his tip, opened her moist lips and sucked the head in, stroked the sensitive underside with her tongue. Her lips travelled down, squeezing and massaging his shaft. She heard his slow groan of pleasure as her warm, wet mouth enveloped him. He gripped her silky hair in his fist to guide her movements.Trying to finish him off as quickly as possible, she reached in with her hand and gently pulled out his balls, cradling them and rolling them in the palm of her hand, as her lips moved lower and the tip of his cock reached the back of her mouth. She knew he couldn’t last long with this double stimulation.

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Green hedges flashed past the passenger window, occasional gaps and gates giving Ben glimpses of the fields of Warwickshire, the distant trees rendered grey by the March rain. Really not much to keep his attention from Smita’s wedding ring, glinting on her light brown finger below a deep red, painted nail whenever she turned the steering wheel.I really shouldn’t be doing this.He tried to steal a glance at her unseen, but she caught him instantly, her eyes crinkling into lines left by five decades of giving the same smile, and he quickly looked away — he didn’t want her to think he was having second thoughts.“Relax, Ben,” she said and placed that same hand that kept pulling his gaze on his jeans, making his skin look so pasty in comparison. He hoped she didn’t hear his intake of breath. “Patrick won’t be back from his conference until tomorrow, so we have all day and night to have fun.”Her brown eyes sparkled at him before she brought her hand back to the steering wheel. He swallowed and nodded.Don’t feel weird! Just because she’s as old as your mum doesn’t mean you’ve gone oedipal. “Tell me, Ben, who’s your favourite author?”“Terry Pratchett.” Blood rushed to his cheeks as he realised too late he should have lied and said something more sophisticated to a professor of English Literature, but the question had come out of nowhere.She smirked at him. “I should have guessed. No need to be embarrassed; I enjoy his books too. He was a very entertaining author. I always felt sorry for the character ‘Rincewind’.”“Rincewind? The cowardly wizard?”“Yes. Always running away from adventure instead of enjoying the one he’s having at the time. Don’t be a Rincewind and run from what scares you, Ben. You might find things out about yourself that you never knew. Trust me.”“Right, er, Smita.” It still seemed odd, calling her by first name rather than Professor Wilkins. “I won’t. Run, I mean.”The whole situation was surreal. Three years of having her as his course tutor and experiencing nothing but friendly professionalism. Three years of hiding his lust, even from himself. Three years of confusion at finding a woman the same age as his own mother invading his wet dreams. Acıbadem Escort Then one drunken confession at the Student Guild bar somehow led to clumsy fumbling in a dark corridor, and a week later he was accepting an invitation to her home, with no doubt as to what she had planned.Ben’s heart beat faster as they passed the sign announcing the name of a village, the first part obscured by a low hanging tree branch so that only ending, “bourne”, was visible. Fuck, I don’t even know where I’m going. I should ask. But he didn’t. Part of him wanted to let go completely and be totally lost.All moisture evaporated from his mouth when they turned into the local version of the same new housing estate found in every village in England — another reminder of adolescence, this time of visiting his friends’ houses. Friends with mothers he’d tried desperately not to ogle. Identical cream detached houses, perfect for the middle-class to have their home in the country without the inconvenience of an old house and the quirks of terrible insulation that brought. Comfortable, sure, but devoid of all character.Good job that architectural critique happened in my head; we’ve just pulled into the drive of one. He stared at the garage door, his mind going blank. Am I really doing this?“We’re here,” Smita said, popping the safety belt out and opening her door. She ducked back in, strands of black hair that had escaped her loose bun framing her face, large eyes capturing his before they could slide down her proffered cleavage. “Coming?”Gnawing on his lip, he wordlessly got out, almost falling when his legs tangled themselves in the straps of his backpack. Nervously, he scanned the surrounding windows for the twitching curtains he associated with these dens of judgemental hypocrisy but saw nothing. He shivered in the drizzle, regretting his decision to attempt at dressing up in a semi-smart shirt instead of his usual comfortable, invisibilising black hoody and t-shirt.It probably looks ridiculous with jeans and Cons, anyway. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts.Smita had certainly made an effort, though, between hurried train station pick-up Acıbadem Escort Bayan in the rain and driving, it was only now that he had the time to admire the tight navy blue dress hugging her figure. Not an outrageously slim figure attempting to conceal her years, but a gorgeously curvy one Ben struggled to avoid staring at every tutorial, although the indentations made by her underwear in her flesh were not usually quite so noticeable.So hot for a lady in her early fifties, he began thinking for the thousandth time and then caught himself. I should stop reminding myself of her age, he told himself, but it was hard. Fifty really shouldn’t count as old, but to a twenty-one-year-old, that was how it felt.She turned the key in the loan and entered, switching on the light to transform the doorway into an inviting golden gateway in the dreary early spring afternoon. He exhaled and entered. The door clicked shut, and she turned to him.Her fingers brushed his as she took his bag and dropped it under the coat rack. His safety net gone, he became hyper-aware of himself — the awkward way his arms hung at his sides, the millimetre gap between his dry lips, his bad posture. His gaze kept being drawn to the signs of their age difference, like the lines on her face or the faint wrinkles in her cleavage, so close and on display with the low cut of her dress.With a predatory glint in her eye, she advanced, her two-inch heels giving her a slight height advantage over him. She paused, giving him one last chance to back out.“I’ve been waiting all semester for this,” she told him.“M-me too,” he answered. “Longer, actually.”He could smell a perfume, but what do twenty-one-year-old men know about the perfume choices of women thirty years their senior? There was also the bite of tobacco from the cigarette she’d been smoking while she waited for him at the station and the faint taste of it in the air that you get in a smoker’s house. Another step, and their lips connected. Hers were soft, with a light down of fine hairs. He let go and melted into her. Lessons from his handful of exes flew out the window, forgotten, but she Escort Acıbadem was patient, guiding his tongue with hers when it flicked between her teeth.She tasted of cigarettes and mints.Pushing him back against the door he had just entered through, she pressed her body against his. He tried and failed to act more experienced than he was, moving his hands over her dress hesitantly, then, as he got bolder, descending down her back, pausing and then daring to grab her arse. Breaking from the kiss, he moved his mouth down her neck as he had seen in movies and pawed somewhat clumsily at her breasts, the nipple hardening against his palm through her clothes.Her hand slid confidently from his waist to the bulge straining at his jeans, squeezing it. In a smooth, elegant movement, she sank to her knees, her other hand sliding from his neck over his shirt to his fly. With practised fingers, she undid the buttons and freed him from the confines of his boxers, stroking the underside gently and smiling as it jerked upwards from her touch.“Mmmm, gorgeous, Ben,” she said. She gave it a playful kiss and then ran her tongue down to his balls and back again. “I love the taste of young cock.”She gave some more teasing licks, then opened her mouth and took him in. Though she kept her movements light, he worried he might cum right then, watching his dick disappear between her lips. Trying to delay his climax, he looked away, concentrating on the bland white and cream of the suburban home. A table by the stairs with a picture of her with a man he recognised from photos in her office as Patrick, her husband, caught his eye. Holiday snaps featuring his cheerful, bespectacled face and rather portly, frequently sunburnt semi-naked body covered the opposite wall.No wonder she wants a younger, slimmer model like me.Moments later, he spotted a photo of their wedding in Warwick — he remembered her telling him that just because she was born in Mumbai didn’t mean she got married there — showing him with less belly and more hair on his head. Next to it was a more recent one of the couple standing under a banner congratulating them on their silver anniversary, which gave him a jolt of guilt.Shit! Am I really willing to risk wrecking the poor man’s marriage for a fuck?Smita picked that moment to take a break and look up at him, smiling. Her wedding ring flashed in the light as she stroked her hand up and down his shaft, and a shiver of wrongness that felt so right ran down his spine.

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My name is Debbie Smart. I divorced Mike three years ago, my childhood sweetheart, before becoming my spouse. We had a sexually fulfilling marriage, dominated by my obsession with the cane and Mike’s love of fucking my arse.We gradually drifted apart until Mike found true love, so he told me with his nineteen-year-old trainee!!I am a thirty-five-year-old blue-eyed blond, a bisexual sex-mad nymphomaniac with a rampant corporal punishment fetish that I like to enjoy as often as possible.My friends tell me I am a beautiful-looking woman and am lucky enough to have the looks and personality that have never left me short of friends or lovers.After leaving Warwick University with a first-class law degree, I have a rewarding job as a partner in a law practice. My colleagues at work respect me as a person and have no idea of my promiscuous lifestyle.I can’t even imagine what they would think if they knew that Debbie, their so respectable director loved screaming while her bum was caned by a man or woman and then crying tears of joy while having her pussy eaten or being fucked up the arse.I keep my private life discreet although friendly with the staff, I ensure that I have no meaningful relationships at work, male or female. I avoid getting too close to people and rarely mix socially with colleagues apart from lunch or the odd outing after work.Little did I realise my world was about to change for the better when we recruited the talented Daisy Adams from the C.P.S. I had often locked horns with Daisy in court, admiring her style and the natural way she played a jury. When one of the partners was due to retire, I recommended we approach Daisy and the board gave me their blessing to speak on their behalf.They had often heard me sing her praises and two of the board members had been impressed when seeing her in action. If I am honest, it wasn’t just Daisy’s obvious talent that had attracted me, as I found her one of the most sexually attractive women I had ever encountered.She is a year younger than me and has gorgeous chocolate coloured skin, dark smouldering eyes, a beautiful face, and a figure most women envy.I have often laid in bed fantasising about caning daisy’s beautiful palms before having rampant sex with her. While masturbating, I imagine it’s Daisy’s caned hands rubbing my clitoris as I make myself explode. Anadolu Yakası Escort I dream of those voluptuous lips sucking my pussy while she nibbles my clitoris. “God”, how I pray one day Daisy will want to fuck me as much as I do her.We had become close acquaintances and often sat together at lunch away from our legal teams discussing all sorts. We had become extremely comfortable in each other’s company and Daisy seemed to enjoy mine as much as I do hers.She explained that her father was English and served in Barbados as the senior attaché to the Foreign Office for many years. He had fallen in love with and married her mother, a lovely young beautiful Barbadon with a personality to match.Daisy showed me a photograph of her mother and sister that she carries in her purse. I think Daisy is stunning but “God,” I thought these women looked out of this world.She told me she had two siblings, one an elder brother who is married and lives in the States. Then Daisy added her younger sister Monique whose photograph I had just seen and is the Great Britain gymnastics team manager.She said that she had moved to England when she was seventeen with her family. The plan was always to attend an English University and gain her law degree. Even if her father hadn’t returned to the U.K., she would have on her own to continue her education.With her qualifications and background, she had no problem gaining entry to Oxford University. Her principal tutor recommended her to the C.P.S. who had unhesitantly employed her when she left  Oxford with a first-class Honours degree in law.I rang Daisy and arranged to meet Friday evening after work at the King’s Head in Covent Garden for a drink and to discuss the proposition that my firm had for her. She thanked me for recommending her and said she was interested as the opportunity to be a partner in a highly respected law firm was very appealing.She added she felt the time to move on was now and this provided a tempting opportunity to fulfil her ambition to practise in the private sector. Daisy also added that the salary offer was enticing but not a significant priority compared to job satisfaction.I said I would arrange a time and date for the interview, ring her but added it should be a mear formality if she accepts our offer as Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan we all wanted her.I asked if she had any plans for the evening as I was free all night. Daisy told me she had been very much single for three months since splitting with her long-term boyfriend and said she was so enjoying my company she would be delighted to continue.We found a reasonably quiet corner table and the wine was freely flowing. I explained to Daisy about my ex and that I was divorced. I added details of my career to date, my time at Uni and briefly my time at school. We were very chatty by now, not drunk but undoubtedly happy. Much to my delight, Daisy started to tell me about her schooling in the Windies.The school she had attended was the most prestigious on the island and well regarded by British Universities. Apart from a few scholarship pupils, it was a substantial fee-paying school.All the girls were required to pass a written entrance exam and a stiff interview before being enrolled. She told me her mother was a former head girl and her father a school governor but had satisfied all the entry requirements under her own steam.She said she had gained three top-grade “A” levels while her sister Monique who enrolled the year after her, went one better, passing the top grade with four.I said she was a very talented schoolgirl who had, no doubt, been the perfect pupil. I subtly led Daisy into my favourite subject by asking her how the staff had motivated and controlled the behaviour of pupils during her schooling.She told me all parents were required to sign up to a learning contract that, among other things, included the use of corporal punishment. It consisted of a strapping from the teachers to the ultimate deterrent of a headmistress caning.I became wet and my pussy was leaking as I had often imagined the gorgeous Daisy receiving a caning when playing with myself in bed at night.I told Daisy I bet they had never found cause to punish her with the strap or cane. She held out her palms and told me she couldn’t remember how often they were strapped in class as this was the accepted punishment for behavioural or performance failings. She held my hand as she told me the strap severely stung but although still a deterrent, not many girls screamed or cried Escort Anadolu Yakası after their first encounter with the belt.She added to her knowledge there wasn’t a girl in the school who had escaped the strap on more than one occasion and even the so-called goody two shoes had often felt their palms stinging. Daisy added that she had to admit the end justified the means as, academically and with their sporting prowess, the school’s record was the finest in Barbados. If ever they needed an argument for corporal punishment, her school provided one.I felt so horny Daisy’s hand in mine listening to her story that I was close to filling my knickers with love juice. I wanted Daisy so much my throbbing pussy was about to explode as I stroked her tender palm.Daisy then told me a headmistress caning was the ultimate deterrent and rarely used. She added the Headmistress administered the cane when other schools would probably have expelled the troublesome culprit. Daisy said to her knowledge the Head had never caned any of her class and only knew of the one girl punished for bullying.She told me the Headmistress was a fearsome woman and her mother once told her that she caned a girl on her bare bum but I thought this was more schoolgirl rumour than fact. Daisy said she had never imagined receiving a caning from Ms James, the Headmistress, in her wildest nightmares. Until that fateful day when summoned to the office with her sister Monique and her sister’s best friend Cully Barnaby.The bell sounded for final orders before Daisy had told me the tale. Daisy looked me in the eyes while squeezing my hand, asking if I would like to come back to her place as tomorrow was a Saturday and we didn’t have work.The atmosphere between us was intoxicating and Daisy was someone I desired. I told her I would love to hear the rest of her story and so enjoyed her company it would be a pleasure to go home with her. I couldn’t dare imagine but I was sure that Daisy Adam’s felt the same about me as I did her.We left the pub holding hands and I felt so horny I couldn’t help but kiss her. She returned my kiss, hugging me while whispering to excuse her language but she wanted to fuck me so severely her pussy felt alive waiting for my tongue. The wine had done away with all modesty and sex was the only thought on our minds.I don’t know what the taxi driver thought but he looked to be enjoying having two gorgeous women ravishing each other on his back seat. I paid the driver, who winked at me, saying he loved the drive and was sure I had to. I told him to keep the change and I’m sure he never got tired of telling his mates what happened in the back of his cab that night.

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