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All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This is my first submission and constructive feedback is appreciated.

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Bobby Duncan woke up slowly. His room was dark and he wondered for a moment why he was awake. He looked at his clock and saw that it was 4 AM. Then he remembered. He had feigned a headache and gone to bed early, unusual for a Friday night. But Bobby had a plan that could only be safely carried out in the dead of night. He had willed himself to wake up at this hour, and it had worked.

As was often the case on awakening, Bobby’s penis was fully erect and he enjoyed a moment of grinding it into the mattress below him. Ever since he had discovered masturbation it had become his favorite pastime. If he could, he would have spent hours giving himself that wonderful feeling. Touching his hard penis felt wonderful, and orgasms were even more amazing. For now he was content to just push his hard-on into his bed and picture his most recent obsession, Miss Johnson, his English teacher. He had a serious crush on her and she fueled his erotic fantasies on a daily basis.

Not only was Miss Johnson a tall, beautiful blonde, Bobby loved the way she dressed. She wore skirts of modest length, but she always wore a white button up blouse. Bobby had gotten glimpses down the front of those blouses on many occasions. His friends said that women loved to tease men by letting them peek down their shirts. Miss Johnson seemed to prove that theory correct. She seemed oblivious to the view she was providing and, when called to her desk to review some work of his, he took advantage of his opportunities. He loved seeing the swell of her breast, which is all he had ever really seen, until yesterday. Miss Johnson had reached for a paper on her desk while turning her head away. Bobby was treated with a deeper view into her blouse. There, not a foot from his face, were both of her breast as they met the edge of her white lacy bra. He even saw the clasp between her breasts that kept the garment closed. Bobby’s cock became hard immediately and he stuck his left hand into his pocket to pull his penis to that side and hoped to hide it. He stammered an answer to Miss Johnsons question and hurried to his desk.

Now, in the dark of his bedroom, he pulled his T-shirt up to his chest, pushed his underwear down to his thighs and released his throbbing penis. He grasped it with his right hand and began gently stroking its length. He imagined himself next to Miss Johnsons desk, with his pants pulled down, masturbating his hard cock just inches from her pretty face. He imagined her looking çapa escort at it and smiling up at him as he stroked his penis. Then, Miss Johnsons hands raised to her blouse and she began unbuttoning it. As each button separated he could see more of her. Her firm young breasts were exposed, encased in a very sexy white lace bra. She pulled her blouse open and turned toward Bobby letting him see directly what he had been peeking at for months. Bobby could see her nipples beginning to poke out against the material. He imagined her reaching up and fondling her breast through her bra and it was too much for Bobby. He had only intended to tease himself but now he was about to cum. His pace increased and his butt left the mattress as several ropes of sperm spewed from his cock and landed on his stomach and chest. The sensation was incredible as he bucked against his hand and ejaculated.

Bobby laid still and let his orgasm wash over him as several aftershocks made him shudder. He didn’t have anything to wipe up his cum with so he simply pulled his shirt back into place and pressed it against his cum covered body. He pulled his boxers back on and rolled off the side of his bed quietly.

He opened his door and looked at his parent’s bedroom door. Closed as usual. He looked to the left at his younger sister’s door. Also closed. He crept quietly down the hall toward the stairs and listened for any sounds. His parents had been out late. Beth always stayed up till one in the morning texting her friends. There was no chance anyone was going to wake up at four in the morning. He passed the spot in the hall that creaked no matter how carefully one walked. He stopped and stood still, listening. For a half a minute Bobby stood and listened for rustling. He heard nothing.

Bobby padded down the carpeted stairs into the living room. Even though he had just had an orgasm, he was still very aroused. His covert action had an erotic objective and it made his penis start to swell again to be executing it. He stopped in the middle of the living room and pulled his boxer shorts down to his feet and stepped out of them. He loved walking naked through his home. It was a turn-on to be in this state. His penis was beginning to harden as he walked through the kitchen, swaying from side to side. He could not resist stopping and gently stroking it for a moment.

Bobby walked to the door leading to the basement. He turned on the light switch. The entire basement swelled with light. Bobby closed the door behind him and started down the stairs into a completely different environment. He was walking into the fatih escort family room with all the lights on and his body nude from the waist down. His erect cock leading the way, Bobby slid into the room and stood next to the couch. He remembered last weekend when his sister had a friend over. Beth, Bobby’s sister had known Ashley since they were both in sixth grade. She was the prettiest of his sisters friends. She had a knockout body and knew how to flaunt it. Last Saturday night Bobby had stood at this spot and looked down at Ashley sprawled out on the couch. She had a blanket up to her waist and wore a t-shirt with no bra. Bobby pretended to ask about the movie they were watching while trying to discretely examine her breasts. He hoped to see evidence of her nipples, maybe hard and poking through her shirt.

Bobby pictured the moment again as he slowly stroked the length of his erect penis. He imagined Ashley staring up at him as she showed her body to him. He saw her reach up to her breasts and fondle herself through her t-shirt. She pinched at her nipples and they responded by standing out against her thin shirt.

This time Bobby stopped himself before he came. He let go of his cock and let it bounce in front of him. He took a breath and then turned toward his prize. He walked to the door leading to the garage. He stepped out and looked at his feet. There was the kitchen trash bag, tied up and waiting to go out to the can in the morning. Bobby took the bag and carried it to the door leading to the back yard. He opened it and peered out into the dark night. He passed through the door and stood in complete darkness, naked below the waist. Under the tree shaded moonlight he was able to untwist the tie holding the bag shut. He carefully opened it and reached in to where he knew the catalog was waiting. He found it and pulled it up to examine it. Under the moonlight Bobby could see the exquisite form of a Victoria’s Secret model gazing into his eyes. She wore a baby-doll nightie. Bobby knew that on page 27 she appears wearing a lacy bra and panty set.

Bobby retied the trash and placed it in the trash can by the gate. He held his prize in his hand and looked at his fantasy girl. He reached down and began stroking his hard cock. He reveled in the fact that he was standing in his own back yard almost naked and masturbating to his favorite subject. He stopped stroking and walked back inside.

Only part of the basement was finished. Behind one wall was the bare basement where the laundry room was supposed to be. The washer and dryer held baskets full of the weeks laundry. sarıyer escort bayan Bobby cleared the top of the washer so he could stand on it and reach his secret hiding place . at the top of the concrete wall was a recess that was meant for duct work. Instead it held Bobby’s collection of catalogs. He felt the top of the stack and brought down another Victoria’s Secret catalog from last month. He had already cum to it countless times, but now he had the sequel.

Bobby arranged his spot, a folding chair with a full laundry basket on each side. He placed last month’s catalog on his left and the new one on his right. He pulled off his t-shirt so that he was totally naked. He sat on the cold metal chair and let his cock bounce around in front of him. He picked up the catalog on his left and looked at the cover. There was the model with whom he was currently obsessed. She had a name, but he didn’t know what it was. To Bobby, she was just Miss Johnson.

Bobby had what one could call a rich fantasy life. As a typical male teen virgin all he could do about sex was fantasize and masturbate. He had become extraordinarily good at animating pictures and blending them with his vivid memories of the female body, at least the parts he had seen. Now he was looking at the picture of the model dressed in a skirt and blouse that matched Ms. Johnson’s. Next he found the picture of the same model in a very sexy bra. He brought in the vision he had seen down Ms. Johnsons blouse and the scene came to life in his mind. He watched as she unbuttoned her blouse and looked up at Bobby.

“Bobby, I know you have been trying to see my breasts. Young men like you are ruled by your surging hormones and you need to relieve yourselves often. I’m very flattered that you find me so sexy that you masturbate over me.”

Ms. Johnson was on her knees in front of Bobby. She pulled her blouse open and reached up to fondle her breasts through her sheer bra. Her nipples became erect as she pinched them between her fingers. Bobby began stroking his cock in earnest.

“I would love for you to cum on me, Bobby. Would you like that? Here, aim your lovely cock at my breasts and shoot your cum on me.”

Bobby’s orgasm began down in his balls and he felt the surge of sperm rise through his cock. “Oh, god yes! I’m gonna’ cum on you!”

At the last moment Bobby picked up the catalog and aimed the tip of his cock at Ms. Johnsons breasts. He thrust his cock through his fist and began spraying the image with his cum. He watched as his semen covered the page and began to drip off onto the floor. He shuddered as his orgasm pulsed through his cock and kept discharging several more dribbles of cum. Bobby dipped his fingers into the puddle of semen and rubbed it all over his half hard penis. He was tempted to jack-off again but decided he was risking discovery if he stayed too long.

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Kristen thrashed around the bed, tossing and turning, a light sheen of perspiration coating her tanned, toned body. A sound, somewhere between a moan and a sob, escaped her lips as she submitted to the dream. Although you couldn’t see it, her eyes were rapidly darting back and forth beneath her eyelids, the product of the deep REM sleep that controlled her writhing form.

Anyone watching her as she tossed and turned could see her agitated state, or perhaps, excited state would be a better description. She was breathing rapidly as evidenced by her rising and falling chest. Her voluptuous, surgically enhanced breasts lay encased in a thin white tank top that had ridden up on her stomach, baring the sun tattoo that encircled her pierced navel.

Her nipples were angry, so hard that they threatened to tear through the fabric of her inconsequential T-shirt, which was way too flimsy to hide her blood-engorged areole.

Her legs were those of a runner — tanned and firm — and at the moment they were entwined in the sheet, one outside the covers, and the other hopelessly tangled in the mess of bed coverings.

She squeezed her thighs together tightly as if she were repulsing an invader and then abruptly flipped over onto her stomach, opening her legs and pressing her pubis against the mattress. Her white-lace panties had ridden up the crack of her ass, pulling the fabric around her pubic area tightly against her. You could see the muscles of her ass flex as she subconsciously thrust against the balled up sheet between her legs.

She abruptly flipped back over, this time wide awake, and let out a moan of frustration, slamming her fists down onto the mattress.

“Aaaagggh!” she groaned. “If my husband doesn’t get home soon, I’m going to mount a telephone pole.”

She smiled to herself at that word picture, deciding that maybe that wouldn’t be such a good idea.

“After all, the neighbors might get the wrong idea.”

She glanced at the clock beside the bed. It read 2 a.m., and this was the third time this week she had woken up in a state of shall we say “exasperation.”

As she lay there wondering if she should try to go back to bed, her fingers trailed down to the juncture between her legs and confirmed what she already knew.

“Yep! They’re soaked.”

Her panties were so wet, either from sweat or “something” else, that they were almost transparent. If one cared to look, he or she would be afforded a clear view of her nearly hairless nether regions.

Kristen toyed with the idea of toying with herself, but decided to get on the computer and see if her hubby was online and available for some late-night video chat sex.

“Why masturbate alone when you can masturbate with someone?” she always said.

Her husband, Jason, traveled a lot with his job; hence, her seemingly constant state of horniness. He wouldn’t be home for two more days.

Before stepping into her home office, she detoured by the kitchen and grabbed an already-opened bottle of chardonnay from the fridge and a wine glass from the cupboard. Padding back to her office in bare feet, panties and tank top, Kristen chuckled at the thought that someone might pick just that moment to glance through the window and see the nearly naked woman strutting through her living room.

“Let ’em look,” she thought, more than just a little proud of her body. Sure, it wasn’t all completely natural, but she looked damn good, and most of it was due to hard work.

Kristen hadn’t always been the toned, sculpted beauty she was now. Just a few short years ago she was dramatically overweight and decidedly unattractive. Then she met Jason.

Jason was a fitness nut who looked as good naked as he did in clothes. Surprisingly, though, he did not look down on her because of her weight. In fact, he seemed to innately recognize the inner beauty that lurked beneath her plain plump exterior.

Truth be told, Kristen had been damaged goods. Growing up with an alcoholic father, she had, as they say, “issues.” Her over-eating problem was the direct result of trying to control her world when, as a child, she had had no control over her drunken father’s tirades that ripped her self-esteem to shreds.

Jason had changed that.

His steadfast love had finally convinced her to trust. It took years, but eventually, she was able to open up emotionally to him and let him see her for who she really was — flaws and all — and to her delight, he was still deeply and madly in love with her. She didn’t really understand it, but the experience was liberating. That, coupled with her father’s longtime sobriety and her renewed relationship with him, put Kristen in a place she had never been before — a loving, healthy relationship with a chance to really grow as a person.

With that foundation, she turned her attention escort mecidiyeköy to her appearance. Yes, Jason loved her just as she was, but she didn’t love herself that way. One day, she asked Jason if he would take her to the gym with him. He agreed and even lined up a personal trainer for her to work with — a woman named Rachel.

Kristen also scheduled an appointment with a dietician to learn how to control and improve her eating habits. Through discipline and sacrifice she began to steadily drop the weight and get in shape. Little did Jason realize that he had created a monster.

Ironically, her mildly obsessive compulsive behavior came in handy when it came to exercise and dieting. It helped her get to the gym five days a week and lay off the comfort foods.

Eighteen months later, she had lost 75 pounds, but she was shocked to realize that her skin, instead of being tight and firm, now sagged over her much-reduced belly. In addition, her once plump breasts were now decidedly smaller and gravity was taking its toll.

Turning to the Internet, she began researching plastic surgery, and with the support of Jason, scheduled a breast augmentation and tummy-tuck procedure to complete her transformation.

Recovery from the surgery took much longer than she anticipated, but when all was said and done, she had a killer body, especially for a woman in her late 30s.

The sun tattoo around her navel — an open circle with rays extending out in all directions —had been her gift to herself for all she had accomplished, and Jason was thrilled by the sexy design and how she was now more willing to wear sexy (but tasteful) clothes when they went out.

“Heck, after spending $10,000 on that body, I want to show it off,” he said half-jokingly.

Kristen poured herself a glass of wine, plopped down in her desk chair and propped a long leg on her desk. The cool air in the room reminded her that she was still damp “down there.” She launched iChat to see if Jason was online. He was on the East Coast this week, so the chances of him still being up this late were small, but she kept her fingers crossed.

When Jason had first taken the job as a software trainer, he had purchased a second iSight video camera so that he and Kristen could communicate visually when he was away from home. The little camera was great for staying in touch. They could video chat in real time, and he often said that just seeing her helped make the long time away bearable. Of course, they occasionally did a little more than just chat, she recalled, smiling to herself.

The software launched quickly, but she was dismayed to see that Jason’s name in her buddy list was grayed out, meaning he wasn’t online.

“Curses,” she said out loud. “Foiled again!” quoting a line from one of her favorite cartoons she watched as a kid.

Kristen decided to go with Plan B. She launched her Web browser and typed in .com. Clicking on the “Stories and Pics” link, she perused the general topics.

“What am I in the mood for?” she asked herself.

As she began going down the list, one of the first items caught her eye.

“Anal?” She felt her body flush at the idea. She and Jason had tried that a couple of times early on in their relationship, but she didn’t like it and was reluctant to try again. Still, the thought of such a nasty deed made her a little weak in the knees. Besides, reading about it is different from actually doing it.

“No, not tonight,” she decided.

She continued to scan the list: BDSM, Erotic Couplings, Group Sex, Lesbian Sex … hmmm?

A few on the list did nothing for her.

Gay Male, Nonconsensual, Incest/Taboo …

“Yuck,” she thought. “What a turn off.”

“Lesbian Sex,” she decided. “I’m in the mood for a delicate touch.”

Clicking on the Lesbian Sex link, Kristen began to scan through the titles that appeared. One of the things she liked about .com was the way that each time you visited the site, you were presented with a different batch of stories from the long list of submissions.

Scrolling down, she read the titles and the brief synopses. She spotted a submission by one of her favorite writers, “SelenaKittyn.”

She had often wondered about “SelenaKittyn.” She was one of the more prolific writers on , and her stories covered a wide range of topics. She and Jason had both gotten off a number of times to her work. The highest compliment, she figured, you could give to a writer of erotica. One of their favorites was a series titled “Babysitting the Baumgartners,” about a young babysitter who becomes the plaything of a hot couple during a family vacation. Group sex was definitely on Kristen and Jason’s fantasy list.

Kristen didn’t often visit .com without Jason, but that’s not to say that she had never done it bayan escort before. She clicked on the link for the story titled “C-u-n-n-i-l-i-n-g-u-s.”

“Mmmmm,” that sounds promising, she thought.

She began reading a story about two college roommates discussing the inadequacies of men in the cunnilingus department and by the fifth screen, she could feel that all-too-familiar throbbing between her legs. The fingers of her left hand drifted down to her panties, and she lightly traced an outline around her labia. Using the nail of her index finger, she ran it up the length of her slit slowly until reaching her clit. As the nail grazed her sensitive bud, she quivered and felt the heat rise in her body.

In the story, the carefree and open Christy was showing her shy, reserved roommate, Dawn, how to teach her boyfriend to eat pussy.

Christy convinces Dawn to let her demonstrate first hand, or rather first tongue, the finer points of oral sex. It isn’t long before Christy has Dawn’s jeans and panties stripped off an her face buried between the shy girl’s legs, making her pussy throb from the tongue-lashing she is getting from Christy.

“This story is good,” Kristen thought, “but I need a little help.”

Without taking her foot off the desk, Kristen stretched to reach over to the desk drawer and fished around inside until she found what she was looking for. Out came her hand, clutching her prize — a small pink silicone vibrator shaped like a penis.

The vibrator was much smaller than a real penis — or at least much smaller than Jason’s penis — but it was perfect for what she had it mind.

Because of its small size, the penis vibrated at a faster rate than some of her larger dildos. Its realistic shape and ridges added to the experience.

With one hand on the mouse, she allowed the other holding the dildo to drift down to her panty-clad pussy. She briefly let go of the mouse to twist the little knob on the end, which set the tiny dick a-buzzing. She kept it on a low setting at first. She was in no hurry.

As the little dildo buzzed against her box, Kristen returned to the story where Christy was now seeking a little tit for tat from the at-first reluctant Dawn.

“Are you ready for your lesson?” she (Christy) murmured, grabbing a pillow and laying back on it. Her knees were up and open, and I (Dawn) could see a little glistening pink between her lips.

“In… what?” I asked, watching her hand slide down between her legs, finding her clit.

“Let’s teach Josh (the boyfriend) how to eat pussy.” She was grinning at me, her finger moving back and forth.

Fascinated, I watched her play. She rubbed herself differently than I did when I played alone. I made fast little circles, but she used the fleshy hood in an up and down motion over the bud of her clit.

“Is it tit for tat time?” I asked, swallowing, meeting her eyes.

Kristen leaned back in her chair a little more, spreading her legs wider to give her freer access to herself.

“Oh yes,” she thought. “It is definitely tit for tat time,” Kristen said, really getting into the story now.

Looking down at the buzzing little dynamo, she saw that her nipples were once again straining against her T-shirt.

She loved how her new breasts were firm but still hung naturally on her. Her doctor was a genius. Briefly taking her hand off the mouse, she ran the back of her fingers up along her side to where the large armholes of her T-shirt allowed access to the sides of her breasts. She loved it when Jason touched her like that. Most men only focused on the nipples, but for Kristen, the sides of her breasts were the most sensitive parts — not that she didn’t love it when he pressed the flat palm of his hand into her mounds and slowly rotated them around. “Oh, that felt good too,” she thought.

She continued her teasing touch by using her nail to circle around her right nipple, being careful not to actually touch the areola or nipple itself. She liked to build up anticipation. Round and round she went, still reading the story as she absent-mindedly drew closer and closer to her prominent nipple. Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore, and grasped her breast and gently squeezed. The pressure sent a electric shock through her body that seemed to end right at her cunt. She felt a new trickle of fluid slip from her and slide down the crack of her ass.

Taking a second to scroll up to the next part of the story, she then slipped her hand under her T-shirt and cupped her left breast, feeling its weight by lifting it slightly. She didn’t bother teasing this breast. It already knew what was coming.

Instead, her fingers went straight for pay dirt, capturing that hard nipple between her thumb and index finger and pinching and rolling it — not too hard, but not too soft bayrampaşa escort bayan either. As Goldilocks would say, “Just right!”

Kristen was beginning to lose interest in the story on the screen and was becoming more interested in the story the little dildo was writing on her pussy. Withdrawing her hand from her left breast, she reached down and pulled the edge of her panties aside to grant the little vibrator unencumbered access to her drooling vagina.

For some reason, Kristen always felt a little nasty when she pulled her panties aside like that. It was even sexier than being completely naked. Maybe it had something to do with her teenage years when she would let boys touch her “down there,” but wouldn’t let them take her clothes off.

She was on a mission now. She turned the vibrator to high as she continued to run the head of fake cock up and down her slit, pausing each time when it reached her clit. She now had both legs up on the desk, one on each side of the large monitor and was almost reclining in the chair.

For a second, she wondered how she must look to someone watching her, and a moment of panic passed through her mind as she glanced up at the video camera, wondering if she had remembered to close the privacy shade.

She had.

Although, the camera wasn’t supposed to transmit anything unless you were involved in a video chat, she always worried that some enterprising hacker out there might be able to tap into the camera and peek in on whatever she happened to be doing at the time.

Well, if they can, they’d certainly be getting an eyeful, she thought, toying briefly with the idea of opening the privacy shade just for fun.

Kristen had a touch of exhibitionism in her, but she was still a little too conservative to completely let go. Maybe someday as her confidence continued to grow.

Her ministrations were having the desired effect, and she became more daring with the little dildo, allowing it to slip up inside her before popping it back out and circling it around her clit. Round and round, up and down the little device traveled, even heading as far south as her tender little anus, where the buzzing added a whole new dimension to her excitement. She may not have wanted Jason’s big cock up her tight back door, but it didn’t mean she didn’t like a little stimulation down under.

She imagined that Christy from the story was doing to her what she had been doing to Dawn. She wondered if she’d ever have the nerve to make love to a woman. She and Jason had fantasized about the possibility many times, but Kristen had long ago learned that fantasy and reality were two different things. Besides, Kristen wasn’t sure she could go down on another woman.

She was getting close now, but she needed both hands to finish the job. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and lifted her ass off the chair so she could slide them down. She didn’t bother taking them all the way off, but rather left them midway down her thighs, stretched wide by her parted legs, which were still up on the desk.

Again, she brought her little friend home and focused it on her clit as the fingers of her other hand reached under her ass to toy with her openings. She loved her hand grazing her ass as she slipped her fingers in and out of her hole and the vibrator worked its magic on her clit. She felt the familiar feeling building and knew that it wouldn’t be long. She felt like such a slut lying there with her legs spread wide, frigging herself with the tiny vibrator while she fucked herself with her fingers, her hips thrusting up and down to meet the vibrator and her fingers.

When the orgasm hit her, she lifted her hips off the chair, bucking and moaning as waves of pleasure rolled over her. She buried her fingers inside her sopping cunt and felt the contractions squeeze them. As the crescendo receded, her fingers slipped from her body and her ass came back to rest on the chair. She was breathing heavily and noticed that there was now a wet spot on the chair’s upholstery. Well, the dog would have fun sniffing that one.

She turned off the little buzzing vibrator and covered her mound with her right hand, relishing the feeling of warmth that it gave.

“Ooooh! That was a good one,” she thought as an aftershock rippled through body.

Kristen was about to get cleaned up to return to bed, when she heard the familiar ring of the iChat software announcing an invitation to chat.

“Great,” she thought. “He’s a little fucking late now!”

But when she closed the Web browser and saw the invitation, she realized it was from her best friend, Rachel.

Kristen and Rachel had been friends for several years now — ever since Rachel had become her personal trainer.

Maybe it was the fact that she had always found Rachel attractive, or maybe it was the story she had just read, or maybe the fact that she was sitting there recovering from a mind-blowing orgasm, but Kristen felt a new little tingle in her groin as she went to the keyboard to accept Rachel’s invitation to chat.

To be continued …

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I was home alone for the first time in months. My wife had taken the kids to daycare on her way to work and I just had an early meeting cancel on me. Because work expected me in after 9:30, I had about two hours to kill. Alone.

I grabbed my iPad and sprawled out onto the couch after taking off every piece of clothing I had on. My suit coat was over the kitchen chair, my socks tucked into my shoes, my pants laid out carefully over the counter. I was ready to enjoy some alone time and hopefully have a masturbation session to remember.

I typed in .com and started searching for masturbation stories. After finding one titled Slow Day At a College Bar & Grill, I started to grow hard. I read the story twice and was finally at full mast when I put the iPad down so I could use both hands.

Let me back up a quick second. The week before my wife had lent our neighbor Tracy a heating pad for her husband’s bad back. Every time I saw her while I was pulling in the driveway she would apologize. I told her it wasn’t a big deal and to just bring it by the house when we were at work some time. She knew our garage code anyway. While I remember this conversation happening, I didn’t know it would have anything to do with me furiously masturbating on my couch completely naked.

As I got more and more into it, I took my right hand and reached down and pushed in on my asshole. çapa escort I then alternated between massaging my balls and pushing on my perineum. The entire time, my left hand never slowed on my cock. I was taking my time, but I wasn’t taking it easy on my fair penis.

After a few more minutes I was stretched out enough to be able to reach my asshole a bit better, and after licking my middle finger I was able to push inside myself to about the first knuckle. I was still pumping with my left, reaching down with my right, and pumping my ass in an alternate rhythm. I was in sweaty, all alone at last, masturbating before work HEAVEN!

Then I heard it.

A simple knock of plastic on my kitchen table.

I couldn’t very well cover myself up, as my left hand was jacking my cock, my legs were spread, one up on the back of the couch, one off the couch, and my right hand was obviously behind my leg with my finger plugging up my asshole.

I was staring into the shocked face of my neighbor, who was holding the heating pad all rolled up in front of her face.

Let me describe Tracy real quick. She isn’t hot the first time you look at her, but she gets hotter and hotter the more years you know her. She has long brown straight hair, an olive skinned face, an innocent look to her, her breasts are about a C cup and her ass is extremely plump. fatih escort She is always wearing sweatpants, and not the frump pants most housewives wear, she wears the tight ones that leave nothing to the imagination if you’re looking at the right time.

“I’m so sorry!” She stammered.

‘Uh, Trace, um…’ I muttered.

“No, no, no… I’m so sorry. I shouldn’tve come in with your car in the drive, I just assumed you were at work. Oh, I’m so sorry!” She went on.

‘Trace, can you give me a minute to cover up?’

“No, Jim, no. Oh, I know how hard it is with the kids and everything. I bet it’s really hard to get time alone.” She said.

I hadn’t moved since I discovered her. My left hand was still wrapped around my still-hard cock, my right hand had a finger up my asshole, my legs were spread, and I was sweaty as could be.

‘Um, Trace, I, uh, I’m sorry about this…’ I spat out breathlessly.

“It’s my fault, I should have just left this in the mailbox.”

I noticed she wasn’t looking me in the eye anymore.

We stared at each other for at least another thirty seconds in complete silence. I then did something I never thought i would do in that I started pumping my cock again while looking at her watch me.

I repositioned my legs to give her a better view and started putting my hips into it, which allowed sarıyer escort bayan my tired right hand so sit still as I ass fucked myself using only the motion of my hips.

She put the heating pad down on the counter and stared open mouth at me masturbating in front of her.

I felt a weird comfort knowing that she wasn’t offended or grossed out or anything, so I kept going. I was sweating up a storm and every time my hips went up pulling my lower back off the leather couch it made a loud sucking sound.

As I got more and more back into my rhythm, I closed my eyes and only faintly heard my neighbor sigh a few times the ten or so feet from me where she was standing watching me jack off.

I was getting closer to orgasm the more I humped my hand and finger fucked my ass, and as I opened my eyes once more I could see my neighbor Tracy smiling and fanning herself.

I told her I was going to cum with a grunt and she took two steps forward, put her hands on her hips and smiled even bigger. Just as she breathed out a sigh of excitement, I came so hard a large dollop landed in my opened mouth.

I pulled my right hand away from my ass, took my left hand off my cock and pushed the cum that was on my bottom lip into my mouth and swallowed.

By the time I wiped my chest off and looked up, Tracy was gone.

I’ve seen her every day for a while now and she never says anything or makes me feel uncomfortable. I hope she went home and masturbated to the image of me masturbating, because I masturbate to the idea of her masturbating to me masturbating.

Does that make sense?

Pretty sure it does.

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Glancing at the clock for the thirtieth time in the past ten minutes…. the anticipation of what the evening is going to bring is causing little tremors to move over me. Sitting in my module at work, I am thinking about how I had gone to that Adult bookstore at lunchtime. I didn’t have much time but knew exactly what I was going to buy. I had walked into the store, glancing around to see who was inside and quickly went to the west wall and found a strap on dildo. I remember seeing them online at one of the porno sites, John had been checking out the toys and I was glancing over his shoulder. This one had leather straps and the dildo was a soft baby pink, about 7” long and 1 l/2” diameter. I had run my hands over the display model and loved the soft silky texture, just holding it in my hand was causing me to quiver. I remember quickly paying for it, tossing the package into the trunk of my car, glancing around to see if I recognized anyone coming in and out of the store and slammed the lid down. I headed back to work, planning, thinking, and anticipating. Mmmmmmmmm…This could really turn into a fun evening.

Clearing my desk as fast as I can I manage to leave a couple of hours early. I say my goodbyes to everyone, scoot into the front seat of my car and head home, thinking about the new toy that is lying in the trunk. As I pull into the drive, John’s car is already there, this is a surprise…he is normally home later than I am. I’m thinking I will definitely need a new battle plan. I sit in the car and try to figure out how I am going to get the new toy into the house without him seeing it, I really want this to be a surprise and want to be careful how I present it to him. I get out of the car, go to the back and open the trunk. I carefully remove the wrapper, toss it back into the trunk and put the toy into my purse. I throw the purse over my shoulder and head for the door.

Opening the door I start to call out but hear music and a humming sound coming from the bedroom. I tiptoe to the back of the house and peek through the half closed bedroom door. John is on the bed, on all fours…. facing away from the door. His body is moving to the sound of the music and I can hear him moaning. His head is jammed into a pillow, his knees tucked up under him, one of his hands is between his legs sliding up and down his cock, the other hand working a vibrator in and out of the pucker in his ass.

I am frozen outside the door, watching, listening to him as he gets himself more and more worked up. I have never seen him masturbate before, it is unsettling but arousing at the same time. Should I just slip into the room and join him, would he enjoy my hand being on his vibrator…I move slowly away from the door, taking the toy out of my purse and I put it under the sofa cushion in the living room. I know he did not hear me drive up so I tiptoe back to the front door, opening and closing it very quietly.

I get back into the car and drive to the nearby park. My head is buzzing as I remember being in the book store, how I had bought the toy as a surprise, thinking I would show it to him, how we would discuss it, how we might or might not end up trying it depending on how he felt about. Now the evening is taking on a whole new light. Hmmmmmmmmmm

It’s a good day for the park the sun is shining, it’s warm, I get out of the car grabbing the bag of seed I had just purchased and start to walk towards the pond where the ducks are gathered. This is my thinking place, my hiding place, this is where I come when I need to relax. Today it’s just a means of giving John time to finish before I return home. As I feed the ducks visions of what I had just seen in our bedroom keep running through my mind. It was somehow intoxicating, watching him doing this to himself, seeing how aroused he was, still wondering if I should have tried to join him…maybe…well…

I look at my watch, a good thirty minutes have passed since I walked to the pond. I have contemplated all the maybes, my bag of seed is empty, and he must be finished by now. I toss the empty bag onto the floorboard in the backseat, get back in the car and head home.

John is mowing the grass as I pull up and park the car. He shuts off the mower and comes over to open my door and gives me a welcome home kiss, god how I love this guy. We have lived together for over 2 years now and his kisses still cause my skin to erupt şişli escort in gooseflesh, tiny bumps still rise on my skin by his simply looking at me. The kiss is short and sweet but it’s still enough to make me remember all the wonderful, special erotic times we have shared together. He playfully slaps me on my backside then turns and goes back to mowing the grass.

It’s close to dinnertime so I head to the house. Once inside I leave my shoes beside the front door and go into the bedroom to change into my shorts and t-shirt. I peek out the window to see if he is still mowing and satisfied that he will be busy for a while I go into the living room and pull the toy from its hiding place. I take it into the bathroom where I quickly try it on, adjusting the straps to fit, taking a quick look in the full-length mirror…

oh my god…. Oh My god…. Oh My God…

Moving left then right…. checking out my new beautiful 7”cock…running my hand over it…loving the way it feels in my hand…taking a deep breath I exhale with a sigh of anticipation, I unstrap it and hide it again in the bottom bathroom cupboard.

I go into the kitchen and get busy moving pots and pans, rattling away when he comes in and heads to the shower. He smiles and winks at me as he heads down the hall. I can hear the water begin to run and imagine the beads of water dancing on his skin. After fifteen or twenty minutes he reenters the kitchen with his hair wet and the smell of freshness all about him. His hair is wet and his slender, beautiful hips are draped with a towel.

He moves behind me, raising my t-shirt and puts his hands on my breasts, squeezing them, causing my nipples to harden, then leans over me and gently kisses my neck.

His towel drops to the floor and I can feel his cock starting to grow in the hollow of my back. He turns me around and pulls the t-shirt over my head letting it fall to the floor. My tongue begins circling my lips, wetting them, then I press my mouth on his, his tongue starts to move in and out, mine is playing with his and I can taste the freshness of him.

His wet cool palms move down my arms then back up and down barely touching my breasts, his tongue starts to follow his hands making circles on my stomach causing my back to arch, I am loving the way he is causing my skin to come alive, my body to quiver and shake. He slides his hands into my shorts and panties and pushes them down to my knees then using his toes he grabs them, slides them all the way down and pushes them across the floor. I spread my legs as he continues down, his hands moving between my thighs. I moan, my head arches back and I can feel the heat between my thighs being scooped up into his wonderful cool probing hands. His tongue is causing my stomach to tighten as it parts my lips and his finger starts to slide inside me. My body starts to thrust down on his finger, trying to get more and more of it inside me.

I hear a disappointed moan pass my lips as he removes his finger and stands slowly back up. He rubs his chest against mine as he moves me across the kitchen and presses me against the wall. I can feel his cock pushing against my stomach as he sandwiches me between him and the wall. He slides into my very wet and waiting mound, almost raising me off the floor as he buries himself inside me, making me moan as his body presses against me. My hips start to grind against him, moving back and forth in rhythm to his thrusts, each time pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside me. I can feel him getting larger, filling me. I love how he moans as he slides in and out. I can feel his balls as they hit my thighs, they’re so tight, so full. I reach down and hold them in my hand gently squeezing them. I can hear his breath racing, my moans are replaced with loud groans. I can feel tremors starting to rush through my body, my insides gripping and releasing his manhood.

He starts to slow as he pulls almost out of me then thrusts back in, once, twice, a third time, each time harder and deeper than the last, each time I can feel his hips tightening ……his hands are braced on the wall behind me, his chest is pressing against my breasts, his cock buried deep inside me, now so hard, so deep, so still. I feel his muscles tense up then…. I feel it…his hot cum shooting inside me, making me shudder and shake as he comes over and over, his orgasm is causing mine to start…. escort bayan merter making my body shove down harder and harder on his hot delicious cock…the heat rising and bursting through every part of my being. I arch my back then straighten it and push down for one last deep, penetrating thrust on him causing him enter the very soul of my insides.

Closing my eyes, inhaling slowly, I collapse into his arms. I move my hands over his chest, allowing the energy to ebb out of me and float out into the room. My body is shaking and my legs are limp as I hold onto him.

John holds me until my tremors subside, wrapping his arms around me. I can feel his slow gentle kisses on my shoulders as his hands move gently up and down my sides, gently holding me until my legs stop shaking.

He gathers our clothes and puts them into the bathroom hamper, puts on his boxers and settles in front of the television. I go into the bedroom and get a nightgown from the armoire and slip it on. It is a very pale pink silky floor length gown with ribbons that tie at the shoulders; I go back down the hall to the kitchen. I place a vibrating dildo inside me allowing it to hum as I prepare our meal. My thong is holding it in place as I move about the kitchen. I open the refrigerator and reach in for the milk and margarine when I suddenly feel a hand move under my gown discovering my toy. He kisses my neck while cupping his hands between my thighs causing the toy to move in and out of me, I hear him whisper laughingly in my ear “you little nymph”.

I press my body against him, kissing his luscious mouth as his arms wrap around me, one of my hands holding the milk and the other holding the margarine. He dips his fingers in the cold soft margarine in my hand, lifts my gown and I can feel the margarine begin to melt and drip down my legs as he rubs it between my cheeks, causing me to tremble and then I hear myself let out a very loud moan as his finger enters my very tight hole. I am gasping while trying to balance the milk and tub of margarine in my hands, his finger is moving in and out of my ass, my eyes are closed and suddenly a new more powerful orgasm starts to move through my body. My arms shake as my hands grip the milk and margarine trying not to drop them on the floor. He holds me until the orgasm passes then puts one hand under my chin, raising my mouth to his and gently kisses me. He grins, shakes his head and laughingly goes back to the living room. My legs shake as I put the milk and margarine on the counter and continue to fix dinner.

Miraculously dinner is finally served, I sit and eat watching him devour the meal. I ask if he will clear everything up in the kitchen so I can get in the shower and he says he will, but I know that he will return to the sofa. When he hears the water shut off in the shower he will head to the kitchen and start washing the dishes. I count on it.

Sure enough, after a good twenty minutes in the shower, I wrap a large towel around me and peek into the kitchen; there he stands in front of the kitchen sink. I run back into the bedroom and pull our new toy out of the cupboard and strap it on, taking one last glance in the mirror checking out my new 7” cock. The straps indent my skin just a little, and on my tiny frame the cock looks monstrous. I wrap the large towel around me again hiding my surprise and go back to the kitchen, moving up to him from behind and pulling his boxers down to his knees as he continues to wash the dishes.

Still having the towel tightly wrapped around my body, I move my hands between his thighs and gently roll his balls between my fingers.

He turns around to find me kneeling in front of him, the towel still in place as I kiss down and around his soon to be hard again cock. I give each ball a slight lick and then I place one at a time in my mouth, rolling and sucking on it. My hand begins to slide up and down his shaft, I move a little slower as his cock slowly slides in and out of my mouth. My mouth closes over the head and my tongue runs around the rim each time it leaves my mouth. I run my fingernail down the seam and can feel his balls getting tighter. He begins to thrust into my mouth; I hold the base of his cock firmly while working more and more of him down my throat. I reach for the bottle of lotion beside me on the floor and pour some in my hand. I reach up to the crack istanbul escort bayan of his ass and spread it over his crack and his balls. With the lotion on one finger I slowly slide it into the hole while sucking him even deeper into my throat, I hear him gasp…then moan…I take more lotion and start to spread it between his thighs, over his buttocks, and move his cock out of my mouth and into my waiting lotion covered hands. I stand up, towel still snuggly in place and ask him to turn around…maybe do the dishes…while I play.

With a kiss on my forehead he turns around and I move my small kitchen stool up behind him then I drop my towel. He starts to turn around to see what I am doing but I kiss his neck and whisper in his ear telling him to keep his eyes forward. I put my hand between his thighs, putting more lotion on his crack and his balls then I put my finger just inside his hole, moving it gently back and forth on his prostate. I can hear him start to breathe harder, his hips start to rotate and move up and down my finger, fucking my finger. I move in closer and wiggle my hand between his crouch just enough that he spreads his legs a bit more. I press my hips against his cheeks and let the 7” cock move between his thighs. I feel him flinch as he feels the cock between his legs. I hear a gasp and a muffled “what the fuck” come out of his mouth as I run my fingers down his back to the pucker between his cheeks and slowly move my finger in and out of his hole.

He starts to turn around but I move close to his ear and whisper again asking him to look straight ahead. I move my hips back and bring the toy up and out from between his legs, I lean forward, my breasts rubbing his back, two fingers now moving in and out of him while my other hand gently pushes down on his back letting him know to bend over just a bit more. He spreads his legs and leans over the sink. I put more lotion on my hand and squeeze some on our new friend; I guide it up to and just touching the pucker of his hole. I move slowly, pushing my hips towards him…the pink head is meeting some resistance but it pops in and I can hear him gasp, a very loud gasp…. I hear a loud moan escape his lips. I stand very still allowing him to get used to the size and girth of the cock, his hips start to move, slowly at first then he starts to press against the cock swallowing it slowly, inch by inch, inside him. “Give me your hand”, I whisper as I squirt some lotion into his palm. He takes the lotion in his hand and begins rubbing his cock up and down as I move in and out of his ass.

I press harder and deeper into him with each moan. Looking down I can see the manmade cock entering and exciting his hole, arousing me to a higher plane. I lock my arms around his waste, push the cock in deeper and deeper into him, my lips kiss his back, my hand rubbing his cheeks while his hand is on his cock. I lean in closer and take his hand away replacing it with my own and move up and down his cock as he moves his second hand to the counter to give him more balance. My one hand is on his balls, the other is sliding up and down his cock while my new cock is moving in and out of him, going deeper and deeper with each thrust.

I see beads of perspiration start to gather on his skin, I can taste the salty taste as my tongue moves in circles on his back, more moans…each moan is causing my hips to push deeper and harder until the entire cock is inside him. His hips are thrusting back so hard that it nearly pushes me off my stool.

My hand is underneath moving up and down his cock. I press my breasts into his back and gently whisper “cum for me babe, cum for me”.

His back starts to arch, I put both my hands on his back as he replaces my hand on his cock with one of his own and I thrust one last time and hold it there deep inside him. His back straightens and he pushes once more on the cock. Streams of cum start shooting out onto the kitchen floor, I can hear him gasp and moan and hiss as I hold him tight as he body convulses in spasms. His head starts to jerk back involuntarily, his stomach begins to ripple as he succumbs to the heady orgasm, my hand moves to his balls causing him to shoot more and more onto the floor until finally he comes to rest, collapsing against the sink.

A few minutes pass then he turns and kisses me gently. He bends down and undoes the straps on the artificial cock and places it on the stool. He picks me up and carries me into the bedroom and places me gently on the bed then curls up beside me with my back to him. I wiggle my butt up close to his very small cock, my head nesting on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around me and we sleep.

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The room was dark even though it was 2:00 o’clock in the afternoon. Savannah had finished her afternoon workout, showered, and decided to take a nap. Her pale, naked body slid into the black sateen sheets, covering only her midsection. The bright sunlight shone through the mini blinds and traced a light and shadow pattern onto her perfectly supple breasts and tight torso. The coolness of the sheets and the air blowing on her from the fan in the corner chilled her and goose bumps raised around her hardening nipples. She cupped her breast with her right hand slightly pinching her nipple between her long silky fingers. She placed her left hand on her flushed cheek as she slid the tip of her index finger into her mouth.

She began to pinch her nipple harder as her mouth began to moisten. She moved her left hand to her other breast and placed her wet finger on the nipple. Her saliva coated it and the air hit it and her body began to tingle. She licked her other index finger and did the same to her left nipple. Then two fingers at the same time, rubbing both nipples in the cool air. Her entire body awakened. Her eyes closed slowly and she began to sink into the rabbit hole. Her right hand found her clit and the moisted finger moved across it, alternating flicks with her escort şişli left finger still on her nipple. She was moaning by now and did not hear the door to the garage open. She continued to work herself up a mountain of orgasm.

Braden made himself a glass of water and gulped it down before placing the glass onto the sink counter. He noticed the moaning and whimpering from the bedroom and he quietly made his way toward it. By the time the door clicked shut behind him, he was already erect and a considerable bulge had grown in his slacks. This was a nice surprise after getting freed from the office early. The click of the door brought her out of her self imposed trance. Her neck and face already flushed with desire, turned even brighter red with embarrassing humiliation. She had just been caught masturbating. He smiled. “Don’t stop on my account. Please, finish yourself off.” he said to her as he moved into a wingback chair next to the end of the bed. She stared. Hesitating. She wanted to. She was scared, she wasn’t sure how.

His tone changed. “Savannah, pinch both of your nipples hard.” She quivered at his instruction. She obeyed. Her eyes on his. His eyes piercing hers. “Keep pinching. Don’t let off.” She pinched again. She held it. His eyes controlled taksim escort bayan her now. She felt something starting to boil inside her pelvic region as she stared into his soft blue eyes. Her nipples began to numb. “The only way you finish is by following my commands.” She nodded. “Good girl. Let off. Slightly drift your palms over them in circles.” His eyes still holding her gaze. The boiling inside her pelvis moved out to the rest of her body and she began to feel like a rumbling volcano.

She started bucking and the black sheet slipped down to her knees. His stare finally left it’s lock on her eyes and fixed to her pink slit between her legs. “Turn over and flick and rub your clit until you’re ready to cum, then tell me before you do.”

As he sat in the wingback toward the end of the bed he watched her fuck and ride her hand, her tight ass bucked up and down on her wiggling fingers. Her moaning mixing with the sound of her body moving on the silky sheets became music filling the room as the light bass of her breathing became fast and short. She pressed her face into the pillow and moaned loud and hard, her free hand gripping the sheet and pulling it off the corner of the bed. It didn’t take her long before she cried out.

“Please escort beşiktaş may I cum?” She moaned.

“Yes…” his voice trailed the word slowly.” Cum Savannah! Cum for me baby.”

As the eruption was just about to leave her body she felt his hands grab her by the hips. His left hand very quickly opened her pussy and his cock penetrated her wet hole slow and deep. She gasped at the surprise and could do nothing but shake as she gave up all of her will and control to him. As he slowly built his rhythm she erupted on him, her inner muscles gripping his rigid cock that was sliding in and out of her wet, throbbing cunt. She collapsed under him. He gently turned her over and cuddled with her.

It had been a few minutes when she realized he was still hard and hadn’t come. She smiled, slid down the bed, her eyes locked onto his and took him in her mouth. She tasted herself on him as she played through in her mind how he had just fucked her. Her eyes never leaving his. She grabbed his balls and got a little rough with them, squeezing and pulling down to control his orgasm. His dick grew even harder in her mouth. She watched his eyes leave her gaze as they rolled and sunk into the back of his head while he climaxed. Streams of his warm cum filled her mouth and she did not swallow at first, but let it drip out as she continued to tease and milk him into submission. Finally she let go of his balls to allow the rest of his cum to release as he continued to moan in a very slow, very long orgasm between her tightly pressed lips.

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It has been two long weeks since I last seen Barb. The house seems empty without her here. Not to mention the lack of physical interaction. Missing her naked body walking around the house. Her work trip has been one of the longest ones that I can remember. On the bright side, she is due back Friday.

It has been a long day, so I decide to clean up and take a much needed long hot shower. Standing under the hot pulsating streams pounding my tense shoulders, I imagined Barb kneeling in front of me taking me in her eager mouth. She had the amazing ability to take me to the brink, and agonizingly stop just before I wanted to give her the well deserved cum prize.

I look down to reality. Sadly, she was not there. My hard cock is aching for her mouth. Her pussy. Anything on her sexy body. Her body is well portioned, and her red hair and freckled skin is sexier than hell. But the feature I enjoyed the most, when she looked at me with her “fuck me” eyes. One look from them and she could have me do anything. She is a professional and confident woman, but bring her into the bedroom, she was surprisingly naughty and had a insatiable sexual appetite.

As I turn off the shower, I stroked my cock a few times. God, I need to take the edge off, since she wont be back for a couple more days. If I don’t, I am going to go frigging nuts. I dried off, and I grab my robe to wrap around my naked body. Off course, I cannot keep a certain part of me covered. Hell, I am home alone and nobody will see me. Even if they did, it’s my house and if I want to walk around naked I should be able too.

Entering the bedroom, I look at our inviting bed. In a quick motion, I drop my robe to the floor and lay on the edge of the bed. My cock still hard from the fantasy of having Barb kneeling before me in the shower. I take the coconut oil from my nightstand, that we used for massages, and I take a good portion into my hand. Then I take things into my own hands. The mecidiyeköy escort feel of my hand lathered with oil, feels damn good. My mind starts to wonder into another fantasy of Barb.

Closing my eyes, I start to drift away thinking about her laying on the edge of our bed. Her fiery red bush inviting my tongue to worship her slightly parted pale pink lips. The pink contrasting her red pubic hair is a scintillating sight that I can never tire to see. I kneel between her parted thighs, while I feel the heat radiate from her glistening lips. Her legs wrap around my head, using them to guide me on what pleasure she expects from me.

As I am stroking my cock, I’m wishing I had Barb here right now. We need a good hard fuck, to make up for all the lost time. My oily hand gliding the length of my shaft, imagining I’m in her hot, wet pussy. I’m starting to feel very good. Then I feel a hand grab my wrist. Holy shit! Who? I’m start to feel fucking awesome and I was stopped mid-stroke. My heart sank. I open my eyes, not knowing if who I will see.

“Why don’t you let me join you?”

My heart went from missing a beat and scared shitless, to being gratefully surprised. I was still trying to get my bearings about me as I laid there. There Barb stood seductively smiling.

“I have been watching you for sometime.”

“Really? How long?” I asked in a tone a teenager who just was caught by his parents would use.

“I was watching long enough to undress and I was even playing with my pussy, while I watched you stroke that cock I missed. That was hot as hell!” She stood before me naked. Her nipples were hard and her face was flushed. I could tell she had been toying with her clit.

Instead of me dropping between her thighs, she dropped between my thighs. Taking my balls in her mouth, while she stroked my cock. Holy shit! She was driving me nuts. As I looked down at her, I watch her mouth take my cock deep. nişantaşı escort She used her mouth and tongue to drive me to the edge. Then she stopped. She stood up and l looked into her eyes. Damn! I missed those eyes. That smile.

Wickedly she says, “I am tired from my flight home.”

What the hell? Really? We are done? I need a release because I’m frustrated as hell now. I felt like a child throwing a tantrum in my mind.

“So, we are going to orally please each other only tonight. Then in the morning when we are refreshed, I going to fuck your brains out all morning.” she says and jumps on the bed. Quickly she straddles my face. I thought thank God!

“She misses you and needs some special attention. So, treat her right.” as she lowers her face to take me back in her mouth.

I grab her ass to push her pussy in my face even more. My tongue was darting in and out of her tingling pussy. Then my hands take her hanging globes and tease around her nipples, but not touching her nipples just yet. Her juices taste heavenly. I missed how good she tastes and how much I miss eating her pussy the past two weeks.

Her head bobbing up and down the length of my cock, feeling her moaning as she greedily sucked. I always have enjoyed her moaning while she sucked me. It brings the oral experience to a whole new level.

Then I did it. Hoping she will enjoy it. I took my oil soaked finger and slowly inserted it in her tight ass. In a flash she rose up and gasped, “OHHHHHHH…please don’t stop! I want it all!” After a deep breath, she went back to being a greedy nympho. Sucking me for all she was worth, faster and more intense.

I had her clit in my mouth, a nipple being teased by my fingers, and her ass filled with my finger.

“God don’t stop! I want another finger in my ass. It feels so good! It feels like a cock.” she blurted out. I knew her fantasy of having two cocks at once was a big fantasy etiler escort of hers. So, I gave her another finger to fill her ass. Her gasps and breathing make it difficult to keep sucking me, so she starts to stroke me instead.

I continue to finger her puckered hole, and she says something inaudible. Her pussy is starting to spasm as I have her clit still in my mouth. Her hips start to buck uncontrollably, I suck her clit even harder and thrust my fingers deeper. Then she hits that point. She thrusts herself off of me, gasping in and intense erotic euphoria. Her body shaking uncontrollably as wave after orgasmic wave flows throw her.

As she starts to come to back, she jumps on my cock. “Your tongue on my clit felt unbelievably awesome. So, I don’t know if I can make this a good fuck session. But I want your cock in my pussy and I want you to fill her with cum. No matter how quick you cum.”

I took that as my cue to fuck her and cum quick, she is tired. I quickly roll her over, so she could enjoy herself and not totally exhaust herself. As she looks up at me, I thrust deeper and deeper in her, I kiss her and explore her mouth and lips with my tongue. If this is an appetizer to tomorrow morning, I can’t wait. Several deep thrusts later I felt her muscles clench around my cock.

“I missed your tight pussy.” I grunted.

“Oh really? Show me just how much you missed me fucking pussy.”

At that moment, I drive as deep as I could into her pussy. That is all I needed. My hot milky spurts start to pulsate out of me and into her dripping pussy.

I barely could grunt out, “How’s that?”

“Yes! Yes! That is what I want! I love feeling your cum hitting me deep inside!” she says breathlessly. I look into her eyes and start to passionately kiss her, with me still spasming inside her. I didn’t want it to end. Yes, ordinary missionary position, but it felt damn good.

I lay next to her. I could slowly feel our breathing becoming more controlled and in sync with each other. Her eyes closed. She looks so peaceful after sucking and fucking me like a nympho five minutes earlier. I kiss her cheek that was beside my lips. She didn’t move.

“Goodnight my love. Welcome home.” I whispered.

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Dolores Jones, a striking 30 year old brunette private investigator, had been working the case for three months when everything unraveled. She’d got herself a job as a cocktail waitress at the Venus Club, where two other waitresses had gone missing over the last couple of years. The local police knew the club was owned by a local crime boss, Tony Di Angelo, and was a front for a wide range of illegal activities, including drugs, prostitution, money laundering and much more besides. But they could never build enough of a case to make anything stick, until recently.

Dolores had been hired by the sister of one of the missing girls, and had found out the chilling truth, from gaining the confidence of some of the other waitresses and dancers at the club. The two missing girls had been offering extra services to rich customers as part of a blackmailing sting. But they’d either skimmed some money, or knew too much about the illegal activities, or both. Nobody knew for sure. But they’d been driven out beyond the city limits by one of the crime boss’s lieutenants – one last year, the other the year before – and never seen or heard from again. Apparently they weren’t the first.

According to what Dolores had been told by some of the other frightened employees, the crime boss’s mistress – a sultry 30 year old redhead called Lola Devine – had been a key player in the murders, gaining the missing women’s trust and then luring them into the car with one of the crime organization’s muscle thugs.

Dolores had amassed enough documents and testimony to bring down the operation and had kept the police informed, but something had gone wrong. A clerk at the police department had run up gambling debts and was passing information to local criminals to work off his debt. He’d somehow found out about Dolores being an undercover PI, and word had quickly reached Tony Di Angelo. Realizing he’d be facing murder charges, but having already amassed millions, he’d cut his losses, cashed in his assets and was about to head to a small local airport where he kept a private aircraft.

Ahead of fleeing to South America he’d called Lola, told her to collect the fortune in stolen jewels that he kept at the club, and then join him at the airport. He’d also told her that Dolores was an undercover PI with enough information to send them both to prison for life, and that she should take care of her. Which is how Dolores found herself alone with Lola in the lavish penthouse apartment above the club, at the point of a gun.

Both women were dressed as all the waitresses at the club were attired, in short, tight, flimsy slip dresses that left little to the imagination, and high heeled shoes. Dolores was wearing a red dress and Lola’s was white. The evil redhead eyed Dolores warily, a small revolver in her hand.

“You interfering bitch,” she snarled, “you’ve caused a lot of trouble. But I guess life on a beach in South America won’t be too bad, with all our money to keep us company.”

Dolores thought quickly. It was clear to the resourceful PI that the redhead intended to kill her. She needed to make a move. She thought quickly and then launched into a story.

“You won’t be going to Rio, Lola. Mr Di Angelo has double crossed you. He’s long gone, I’m sure. Why, even the jewels in that case are fakes. bursa otele gelen escort I saw him switch them last week.”

It was a desperate bluff, but she counted on Lola’s greed and stupidity, and knew that the gun made the villainess arrogant and overconfident. Dolores had been edging closer to the redhead, who was glancing nervously at the jewelry case that was resting on a small table beside them.

“N-no,” Lola gasped, “h-he wouldn’t” – she glanced at the jewelry box again, panic and confusion in her eyes, her gaze shifting rapidly between the box and the woman she’d been ordered to kill. But Dolores had slowly closed the distance between them, and took advantage of Lola’s panic and indecision, suddenly thrusting out her arm, her hand grabbing Lola’s wrist and forcing her arm up as the panicked gun moll fired her weapon, shots hitting the ceiling.

The two women struggled desperately and furiously for possession of the gun, unsteady in their high heeled shoes, aiming kicks at each other’s ankles, gasping with effort, and yelling threats and abuse at each other.

After several minutes of struggling on their feet, knocking over the table with the jewelry case on it, their shapely bare legs tangled and both women fell hard on the floor, Lola losing her grip on the gun, which slid away across the floor. She lunged for it desperately, but Dolores pulled her back, the girl crook screaming in rage and frustration.

The two women struggled furiously on the floor, rolling over and over in a leggy tangle, slapping, scratching and pulling hair. As they rolled over and over, their shapely bare legs locked, tangled and kicked, resulting in both women’s high heels coming off as they rolled back and forward across the floor, first one on top, then the other.

The contents of the jewelry box were spilled across the floor beside the fighting women. The redheaded femme fatale was intimately familiar with jewels and Lola had a look of fury on her face as she saw the jewels were the genuine items and realized Dolores had tricked her, distracting her just enough to make her move.

Screaming abuse at the interfering PI, the murderous redhead raked at Dolores with her nails and the fight raged back and forward for several minutes, both women’s bodies slippery with perspiration, with both of them hitting, slapping, scratching, kicking, spitting, biting, pulling hair and choking each other in a life-or-death struggle.

The feisty PI knew she was fighting for her life. Lola was involved in at least two murders, and would surely kill her if she got the chance. Lola was equally desperate, knowing it was a life of riches and luxury if she got away, but life in prison if she was caught.

After ten more minutes of desperate struggling, both women were scratched, bruised, sore, sweaty and exhausted, but still evenly matched. Occasionally one of them made a lunge for the gun, only to be dragged back by the other, screaming with frustration. All the fighting took place on the floor, the women often locked together in a sweaty tangle, sometimes slapping and scratching, other times with their hands in each other’s hair, tugging furiously.

Finally, the two women broke away from their tangled rolling, both of them breathing hard, breasts heaving, kestel escort glaring at each other with hate in their eyes. They were both on their knees facing each other, too exhausted to stand.

With jewels, overturned furniture, and both women’s high heeled shoes scattered round the room, Lola scooped up one of the shoes and threw it at her hated rival with a scream of rage. It missed, as the plucky PI dodged, but the move gave Lola a chance. Looking around desperately, she saw her gun a few feet away on the floor and crawled towards it, her face a mask of hate.

Dolores saw the danger and scrambled after the redhead femme fatale. Lola was sobbing with rage, cursing her stupidity in letting the PI get too close to her, but had a murderous expression on her face as she reached her gun, her hand closing on it.

“Oh no you don’t, Lola,” Dolores gasped, tackling the gun moll down hard, just as her hand closed on her weapon. The brunette PI had the redhead crook face down on the floor and straddled her, her hand scrambling for the redhead’s wrist, gripping it hard and tight in her hand, then twisting savagely, pulling the screaming redhead’s arm up high behind her back.

“Drop the gun, Lola”, she hissed. The panicking redhead was screaming and struggling, kicking her shapely and sweaty bare legs furiously, but Dolores had her straddled and pinned, face down on the floor. Lola still had her gun in her hand, but was unable to use it.

Dolores had Lola’s wrist gripped hard and tight in one hand, and was using her other hand to grip Lola’s arm a little higher up, but still below the elbow, twisting the redhead crook’s arm up savagely behind her back in a perfectly-executed hammerlock.

“Drop it Lola”, the feisty PI yelled. “Drop the gun, you murdering bitch, or I’ll break your arm.” The screaming girl crook was in an impossible position: face down on the floor alongside the fortune in jewels, straddled, pinned, her breasts squashed painfully on the floor as the PI’s weight pressed down on her, her arm and shoulder in agony. She tried to reach back with her free hand, clawing desperately, but it was hopeless.

“Let go of the gun, Lola,” Dolores gasped, twisting Lola’s arm up even higher behind her own back. “Drop it, Bitch”. Sobbing with rage, pain and fear about her fate, the evil redhead finally had no choice but to release her grip on the weapon.

Sobbing with relief at having so narrowly escaped being killed, Dolores scooped up the weapon. She grabbed Lola’s sweat-soaked hair with her other hand, pulled the sobbing girl crook’s head up a few inches off the floor, and then clubbed her savagely on the back of her head with her own gun, releasing her grip on Lola’s hair as the girl crook fell forward, stunned and hors de combat.

Dolores was sitting astride her beaten foe, who was face down on the floor, straddled, pinned and helpless under the exhausted-but-victorious brunette PI. Dolores was breathing hard, her breasts heaving, but she still needed to do a couple of things. She grabbed Lola’s wrist again, repeating the earlier move where she’d finally disarmed the gun moll, twisting her arm up high behind her back a second time.

“OK Lola,” she gasped, “tell me where Mr Di Angelo has gone, or I swear I’ll break your arm.” mudanya escort Sobbing and screaming, her nerve completely gone, the defeated girl crook told the feisty PI everything, in between yells of agony and sobs of fury. Her face was pressed down painfully on the floor, as were her breasts, and while she was still struggling weakly, the determined PI had her under complete control.

“Looks like you won’t be needing those jewels, Lola”, Dolores sneered down at her defeated foe, still gripping her wrist hard and tight, still keeping Lola’s arm twisted up painfully behind her back. Lola’s face was inches away from some of the priceless jewels. A pearl necklace had snapped as the two fighting women rolled over it earlier, and it was now draped over Lola’s free hand.

“No cocktails on the beach in Rio for you, you murdering bitch,” the PI hissed. “Just a life sentence and a prison cell until the day you die. Now, put your other arm behind your back or I swear I’ll break your arm.”

Sobbing with fear, rage, pain, shame and humiliation, Lola complied. In a final irony, Dolores wrapped the snapped pearl necklace around the sobbing girl crook’s wrists, tying her hands together behind her back in a painfully tight fashion.

With a satisfied look on her face, Dolores got up slowly, standing over her defeated foe, who was face down on the floor, sobbing her heart out. Dolores used the apartment’s telephone to call the police, telling them to ground flights at the airport and intercept Mr Di Angelo, and to come to the club’s penthouse apartment to arrest Lola for murder.

The police arrived ten minutes later. Lola was still face down on the floor and two cops hauled the sobbing girl crook roughly to her feet, untied the pearl necklace from her wrists and replaced it with handcuffs, the cold metal digging into her slender wrists. Lola winced in pain, her wrists already bruised from Dolores having tied them so tightly with the necklace.

An hour ago Lola had looked sexy, sassy and sultry in her little slip dress and heels, and had been anticipating a life of luxury in Rio, filled with lazy days on the beach sipping cocktails, and champagne and gourmet food in the city’s fancy restaurants.

Now, she was a hot mess, with a life sentence in a brutal prison ahead of her. One of the shoulder straps of her slip dress had been snapped in the desperate struggle, and one of her ample breasts was on display. She was led away by the cops, sweaty, disheveled and barefoot, hands cuffed behind her back.

As the police marched Lola towards the door, they passed Dolores, who was giving another cop her statement. The two women’s eyes met briefly. Lola glared at the brunette PI, but there was shame and fear in her expression too, as well as fury. She’d had the gun, yet had been tricked, disarmed, overpowered, straddled, pinned and defeated by the feisty brunette PI. It wasn’t just defeat, it was total humiliation.

Dolores looked Lola directly in the eyes, her expression a mix of satisfaction at her victory, and contempt for the gun moll who’d plotted the deaths of at least two other young women. Lola couldn’t meet Dolores’s gaze and looked down.

As she was led out of the room, head down, cuffed, with her arms behind her back, the certainty of a life sentence finally hit her, and she had a sick, tight feeling in her chest, and a look of absolute despair on her face. Her sore, sweat-soaked body was shaking with sobs, and though she didn’t realize it at the time, she’d relive the agony of her defeat at the hands of the feisty brunette PI every day for the rest of her life.

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I have always been a closet exhibitionist and I have enjoyed masturbating, but in the past few years I’ve become more and more disabled, leaving me permanently in a wheelchair. Being in the wheelchair will not allow me to venture into the woods and walk naked or to drive naked from the waist down as I used to do. The use of my hands is failing, which of course makes masturbation difficult. Add to this, that I have moved into a long-term care facility which reduces my privacy greatly. I had visions of perpetual celibacy.

However, kudos to the facility. I was able to plan my “private time”. Two staff members, usually female, 20 to 35 years old have been assigned to prepare me for masturbation. They would use the lift to move me from my chair to the bed. There, they would undress me and in addition, they would have to remove the condom catheter that I wear.

The first private time was quite the operation. There were 3 females in attendance on this occasion, a nurse student, Kia aged 18, and 2 regular staff, Ella and Mary probably in their mid-twenties. Kia was larger sized blonde. She was not supposed to be in the room but just turned up with the other staff supposedly to observe as part of her training. Ella was the older of the 3, and more experienced, being married. She was tall, around 6 feet I guess, with a chest to match and a great-looking ass. Mary was tiny and younger than Ella. She didn’t have a boyfriend and seemed to be quite inexperienced.

My top, slippers and socks had to be taken off before I was removed from my chair into the bed. Removing my top was routine but the removal of my slippers orhangazi escort and socks allowed me to check out their cleavage. As Ella bent over to remove my socks and slippers, I peered down her shirt. Her tits were at least C cup and she wore a loose-fitting black brassiere. I saw her breasts swinging back and forth as she pulled my socks down. At one point, she paused directly in front of me showing me the best view. I was able to see her dark areola and a bit of each nipple. This stirred my cock. I could feel it pulsing, pumping, getting close to release.

Mary was different. Being tiny, she wore only a camisole under her scrub top. It was a silky pink with lace fringes. It was very loose to enable her to do the physical work which is part of her job. As she bent down, I was able to sneak a peek down the camisole to see her nipples, pink and erect as they rubbed against silky material. They may have been an A cup. Her tits did not swing like Ella’s did, but stayed still as the camisole rubbed back and forth on her engorged nipples. I did not think of Mary like that before, but this proved that she was a horny little thing. She would be performing this action many times throughout her shift. Her nipples would be stimulated by her camisole constantly during the day.

A sling was maneuvered underneath me which was to support me when I was lifted out of the chair and onto the bed. The sling was removed once I lay down and all I had on were my pants and boxers. Ella, being the tallest went to the end of the bed and grabbed the waistband of the boxers and pants and pulled nilüfer escort them both straight off. Even though my cock was encased in a latex condom and catheter, it popped right up to attention.

Kia the young nurse, was standing near the foot of the bed so I watched her reaction as my bottoms were pulled off and my condom covered cock jumped up. Her eyes were focused on it as she took a step closer to the end of the bed to improve her vantage point.

My exhibitionist self loved this. Here I was, being undressed by 3 females tasked with helping. I was laying completely naked surrounded by females. But the next part of the procedure would be exciting as well – removing the condom catheter.

Ella started taking the condom off using Vaseline. This involved taking my cock in both of her hands. She started slowly rolling the condom up the shaft towards the head. Each time she rolled a bit up, it felt like she was stroking my cock. My cock grew in length and girth as this arousing removal continued. When Ella had rolled the condom two thirds of the way up my cock, Mary, who was across the bed across from Ella, was eager to help. She grabbed the shaft in both hands to help keep it steady. I could feel Mary’s hands gripping tightly, then loosely, then tightly, then loosely. I thought for sure she was going to propel my semen up and out, and I struggled not to release it yet. I could see that she enjoyed handling my cock as she did not have a boyfriend or have much experience. She was a great assistant but I’m sure it was really to satisfy her own needs.

Finally, Ella removed bursa türbanlı escort the condom, and precum was dripping off the end of my cock. But that was fine because now, Ella and Mary had to do. Peri-care. That is, the cleaning of my cock, balls and ass hole followed by an application of medicinal and barrier creams.

Mary held my cock against my stomach while Ella used the warm cloth to wash my groin and balls. With her free hand, she moved my sack right and left, up and down and scrubbed it until it started to hurt. During this cleaning, Mary and Ella discussed any marks they spotted on my bag.

Now, it was Mary’s turn. She applied cream to my cock and balls. She always started beneath the balls and lifted them up with the other hand in making sure that the cream covered every millimeter of my scrotum. The next job was to apply cream to the shaft of my cock. Ella and Mary worked together now while Kia watched closely. Mary started at the base of my cock and worked towards the end and Ella was applying cream all around the head. I could feel the hot liquid oozing up, the tension was excruciating. My balls started to tighten and I started squirming and moaning. Finally, as Ella and Mary’s hands met at the head, I shot a huge load straight up in the air and the two girls jumped back, laughing. My whole body shuddered and I groaned as it released its hot reward.

Ella said, “clean up time.” Mary was there in a flash, licking up my shaft and Ella’s tongue covered the head of my cock. Kia looked back and forth between the two girls feeling left out, but they ignored her. I looked at her and said, “Maybe next time.”

Once the cleanup was done, they quickly covered me with my blankets, and each gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“See you tomorrow, sleep tight,” the girls whispered to me as they turned off the lights and left me go over the evening’s action as I tried to get to sleep.

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It was 1:30 in the morning, and a line was blinking at the bottom of his computer monitor: //your chat partner has just signed off.// Slowly, he let out all his breath and inhaled again, tasting the spoor of arousal in the air, feeling his heartbeat slow, bit by bit, back toward normal.

The last few lines above that still remained, as well:

–That was absolutely amazing

–thanks, you too darlin’. talk to you soon.

He smiled, his eyes heavy, his lips parted slightly, his breath already finding the pattern of sleep, though he was not ready to go to bed yet. He ran a hand through his short, greying hair – not the same hand he’d been using, of course – and it was slightly damp with sweat, tangled, the slightest bit greasy. He thought about whether he should take a shower, or wait until morning.

Morning won out, but he would still need to clean himself up. Groaning, he pushed back from the desk, his knees stiff, ankles locked in place. His right hand, which had still been curled around the dwindling shaft of his cock, as if to protect it, opened slowly, fingers connected by gleaming strands of milky liquid. He raised it to his face, savouring the earthy scent of his semen, putting out the tip of his tongue and tasting it – letting just a sample of his essence dissolve into his mouth. He smiled at its familiarity and swallowed.

He dropped his hand again, using his index and middle fingers to clean off the curved head of his cock, then wiped his hand off using a t-shirt he’d tossed to the floor an hour ago, when they first began chatting, when he needed to feel the air bursa escort bayan against his skin and to be able to touch his nipples one or two times while he stroked himself. He stood, stumbling slightly when he found out his feet were half-asleep, but forcing himself to walk the pins and needles out. They were already fading when he reached the bathroom, flipping the switches that turned the light and the fan on as one, and leaning against the counter to look at himself in the mirror.

His reflection stared back, shoulders hunched a little and freckled, eyes a little bit hollow with the hour but shining, lips a little bit puffy as if he’d been kissing someone, instead of just dreaming that he had. A smile still teased at the corners of his mouth, even without actively thinking about the conversation he’d just had, and the deliciously arousing person who’d been at the other end. He washed his hands, barely splashing the water across his fingers – the reason for coming in was to look at himself, to read what had just happened in his own eyes, not really because he wanted to remove even the slightest trace that would remind him. On the contrary, he wanted to remember it all.

At that thought, he remembered the conversation, still open and unsaved on his computer, and he finished in the bathroom hurriedly. His feet weren’t asleep any more, but his legs were still weak, almost trembling as he made his way back to his room through the shadows of the darkened apartment. As he got closer, the light from the screen filtered across the carpet, leading him back.

The görükle escort words were still there as he settled gratefully into his chair, the seat still warm against his bare thighs and the small of his back, and he flexed his wrist as he reached for the mouse. I’m definitely courting carpal tunnel tonight, he joked to himself as he cut-and-pasted the text into a Word file for saving; of course, it was the same hand that had been on the shaft of his cock for a solid hour in between describing the most wanton sexual acts he could think of with his cyber-lover, moving from one act to the other in a delirium of desire and joy that still glowed within him like the embers of a once-raging wildfire.

Sleep tugged at his eyelids, and he slid the pointer up to close the window, preparing to shut the computer down. But as his eyes followed its path, a line of text caught his eye again:

–Pulling you so deep inside, bearing down to keep you there, moaning and quivering …

His eyes widened suddenly as the image took him again, causing him to shiver slightly, his breath quickening. He read down further, taking his cock back in hand almost without noticing, simply holding it there, fingers a tight circle around the renewed swell of the shaft as he used his left hand clumsily to scroll down, re-reading his words, his lover’s responses, the places where desire and the need to touch became too much, leaving them inarticulate and wordless …

His lips moved, as if shaping a name, as if preparing for another invisible kiss. “God,” he whispered to himself, bursa escort bayan arching his back away from the chair, rolling his hips and beginning to move his hand along the ridged shaft of his cock. “Oh god, darlin’,” he echoed as the embers within him struck a spark again, then another, then a shower, white-hot and spreading, catching fire everywhere they landed. He moaned, losing even the most basic of words in the grip of his need.

It wasn’t long before he was rocking forward, his hand a blur against his semi-erect cock, fingers coated in precome. It wasn’t long before he moaned that name aloud, biting on his bottom lip at the end, trying to hold back the inevitable. And it wasn’t very long at all, only a few moments, before he felt that heat spread through his body, rising like the thermometer in a cartoon, racing for explosion – it wasn’t long before he hunched over, his body wracked with such divine pleasure, such an echo of the previous bliss, and he burst, the head of his cock twitching and spouting forth again, once, twice, and dripping steadily after until he gave one last, almost savage squeeze to his aching member and milked the last few drops from the tip with a groan somewhere between pleasure and pain.

“God, god, god,” he murmured as he wiped his hand clean for the second time, words slowly coming to him again, chest heaving, barely able to force open his eyes, much less rise from the chair. For ten minutes he sat there, staring at the screen but barely able to make out the words, completely drained, lost in the dreams of someone he’d never met, never touched – but who he was absolutely crazy for, even now, when their evening was long since over. “God, I want you, want you right here,” he moaned, barely loud enough that he could hear it himself.

He wondered if he would write about this later, when he had the strength back to move his hands over the keyboard.

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I had a reputation as a prude. I hadn’t planned it that way, I was just picky about who I took to bed. With my reputation being set like that, it made it hard for me to get a one-night stand. Even when I really wanted one, and I wanted one bad! Since masturbation wasn’t helping, I decided to go for a drive. I don’t know why, but I put my vibrator in my purse when I left.

As I was driving down the highway, I looked in truckers’ rearview mirrors as I passed them. Some of them were “hot”; I was getting hornier just by checking them out. The excitement about what I was doing was almost more than I could handle. The truckers had no clue of the effect they had on me. I slowly started rubbing my pussy as I drove. Without thinking, I slipped off my shoe and put my left foot on the dash. I just kept getting hornier with each truck I passed. I started rubbing my clit under my mini-skirt, as I passed the next truck. I didn’t even think about the fact that he could see what I was doing, until I had passed a couple of trucks. The realization of what I was doing both scared me and excited me. I kept well in front of the trucks, while I thought about what I had just done. Oh well, it wasn’t like I was fucking them all. I decided to take it a bit further. Now I was running on the excitement I was filled with, I had always been such a cautious person, and the possible danger just turned me on more.

I fumbled for my vibrator. In doing so, I slowed down a bit, I noticed the 3 trucks passing me; they were the same ones I had just passed. As I passed them this time, I ran my vibrator over my tits. I was careful to only pass the same trucks. I waited excitedly as they all passed me again, this time I noticed there weren’t any cars behind me, so I passed slower. I tilted my hips so I could insert my vibrator slightly into my pussy, just enough that it would stay. I slowed to match the first truckers speed. When I was beside him; I rubbed bursa evi olan escort my clit and ran my hand under my top. I was getting hornier all the time; I wasn’t sure how much longer I could do this as I drove. I pulled up and matched speed with the next truck. This time I worked the vibrator a little. Oh shit, I needed fucked more than ever now. I pulled up beside the third truck and squeezed my tit hard, my body was quivering, and driving was getting hard. I had to pull over and fast.

Luckily the rest stop was deserted; I needed to finish off what I had started. At this point I didn’t care what the truckers did. I figured it was up to them. As I pulled into the rest stop, I just hoped at least one of them would join me. I was thrilled, scared, and very excited as I noticed the trucks parking. All three of them had pulled in behind me. I put my seat all the way back, now I had my left hand free, so I could do this right. I slipped off my right shoe and placed my foot on the dash. I couldn’t stop now, I didn’t care how it happened. I just needed fucked bad! The truckers got out of their trucks and were walking towards me. I started squeezing my tits with my right hand and working the vibrator with my left hand. Moans were escaping me as my body quivered, I closed my eyes to hold the fear I was feeling at bay. I heard my car doors being opened. I bit my lip as I opened my eyes to check out the truckers. There were two men by each of my doors; there must have been two men in one of the trucks.

Just seeing them there scared me and excited me even more. I knew I wasn’t in the safest position, but at this point I didn’t care. I was normally such a careful person, but knowing the position I had put myself in made me more excited. I had heard danger could be exciting, but never realized it could be this exciting. I started giving the vibrator head, licking my juices off it and deep-throating altıparmak escort it. I tried to look each man in the eyes as I did this; moans were escaping me around the vibrator. I couldn’t believe the men were just watching. I was just getting ready to fuck myself with the vibrator again when one of the men by my door said, “Here suck this.” I turned and got on my knees to eagerly suck him off, as I squeezed my clit.

I tried to contain my excitement, as I slowly started working on his cock. He slowly backed up, causing me to have to follow him. This left me fully exposed to the men; I couldn’t wait to see what happened next. I didn’t miss a lick as I climbed out of my car. Actually, I started sucking more eagerly. The man I was sucking off was so tall I barely had to bend over. He wrapped his fingers in my hair as I felt one of the other men pick up my hips and ram his dick in my pussy.

They carried me, impaled on their cocks, over to a picnic table. I couldn’t believe how excited I was, the fear in me just kept building my excitement. They kept me suspended, ramming their dicks deep into me. I was bouncing back and forth between them, holding onto the hips in front of me, trying not to miss a beat. I was eager for their cum. Moaning and trying to meet their thrust I sucked harder, I tasted pre-cum and eagerly swallowed all his hot cum, as he sprayed it down my throat, just as more cum was spraying deep in my pussy. I kept sucking after I no longer tasted cum, I just wanted more.

Somehow they managed to flip me over on my back, as they laid me across the table. The first trucker pulled his cock out of my mouth saying, “Damn! She can suck.” I eagerly grabbed the next dick, as my head hung backwards over the table. Just as I sucked it down my throat. I heard the last man say, “I don’t like sloppy seconds,” as he lifted my legs high in the air and forced his cock up my ass. gemlik escort

I loved anal, but had never had it so rough, so a muffle yell escaped my lips around the dick pumping down my throat. The man that was fucking my face said, “Oh yeah bitch. That feels good, keep yelling on my cock.” He then started mashing my tits in his hands. He squeezed them harder and harder, till I yelled. Then he told the other guy to fuck my ass harder to see if I’d scream. I felt my asshole tear as he started relentlessly ramming his cock deep in me. Tears started running down my face as I screamed. Instantly, I felt cum squirting up my ass and down my throat. I had enjoyed rough sex before, but wondered how rough I would enjoy it. I loved this!

Then they lifted me upright between the first two men. I was sandwiched between them as the rammed their cocks in my sore ass and pussy. Now that I had my voice I couldn’t help but yell at them, “Oh yes, more, more, more, I need all you got! Fuck me hard!” as tears streamed down my face. For some reason the more pain they inflicted on me the more I wanted.

They passed me back and forth using all my holes as they crushed my tits, pinched my nipples and clit, and slapped my ass hard enough to bruise. Every time there was a dick in my throat they would make me scream, either by twisting my nipples or cutting me with a pocket knife one of them had. My body was racked by orgasm after orgasm; one would barely finish as the next one would hit me. My body shook uncontrollably. When the men were finished with me they put me back in my car, covered me with a blanket I had in the back seat and left. I over heard one of them say, “I’ll go get the closed sign I left by the entrance.” I had vaguely wondered why no one had come to the rest stop. Then I drifted off to sleep from exhaustion.

When I woke up the truckers were long gone and the rest stop was full of families. Somewhat disappointed, I straightened what was left of my clothes and drove home to see to my wounds. Although I was very sore and battered, I was hoping to do this again sometime. I had always enjoyed sex but this topped all my experiences. I couldn’t wait to heal and do it again. Just the though both scared me and thrilled me.

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