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I did something very wrong today, but I’m not going to feel bad about it. It turned out pretty well at the end, you see.

I had to go to the dentist for a cleaning. I don’t enjoy going to the dentist, but it’s a necessary evil. My usual hygienist, Jamie, was on vacation, so I had a new one. Katie. Katie is young, short, and full of life. Not a statuesque beauty, but man she looked good. She’s probably 21, 5-1, maybe 115 pounds. But she has a really, really nice pair of tits that were round and full and womanly.

I’m old enough to be her father, so I’m not under any delusions that she’s into me. I’m a tall, distinguished looking man, but a girl like that can get a young guy any time that she wants one.

So I’m in the chair and she’s in my mouth, chattering away while she works. She’s cute and funny and I wasn’t minding being there too much. One of the things that I like about this dentist’s office is that they give you dark wrap-around sunglasses to wear so that you don’t have that glaring light in your eyes the entire time. I usually will get so relaxed that I’m nearly asleep, but Katie was chattering enough and engaging me so I couldn’t really relax that much.

And then she started working on the left part of my mouth. She was on my right side, sitting on a stool, working away. She said, “Turn towards me please, so that I can get to your teeth, ok?”

Sure, why not, if it gets this over with. And I turned my head to the right, and she went back to work, completely focused on the task at hand. And her tits, her beautiful, full b cup tits, were right there, in my face. An inch from my nose. I tried looking away, I tried turning away, but she said, hold still, I’m just getting started.

She was wearing a thin white t-shirt and that fit snugly against her chest, so I could see every curve, every beautiful nuance of those tits. I haven’t had young tits in my face in 20 years, and I didn’t know what to do. I tried to look up at the ceiling, but every time I tried to move at all, she would touch my chin and say, “Hold on, almost there.”

I could see her nipples swelling through her shirt, through her bra. It was a puffy nipple, about an inch and half across, with a firm nipple right in the center. That stiff nipple was growing before my eyes and was so close that I could have licked it (if she didn’t have my mouth already occupied, of course).

I thought that she had to be nearly done, but she was still working away at it. I was getting aroused, and I could feel my cock starting to Alanya Escort Bayan swell in my shorts. God, I hope she doesn’t see me, that would be horrible.

And then she moved forward again, closer still, and her nipple was planted against my cheek. Fuck. I could feel the heat from her boob, I could feel the stiffness. I groaned in spite of myself, savoring the feeling of a young tit against my face. She heard me groan and must have thought that I was in pain. She said, “Almost finished, try and stay still, please.”, and she started moving so that her tit was pushing hard against my face, sliding over my cheek and towards my mouth. I had no idea what would cause her to have her nipple on one side of my mouth while working on the other side, but I was enjoying it.

My cock was stiff now, growing down the leg of my shorts. If she had looked that way she would have seen it. I’m not huge but I’m big enough that it shows when it’s hard. I was worried that the head could have peeked out.

Pushing her chest against me, letting me feel her tit in all of its glory. I looked up and she was focused on the other side of my mouth. Then her nipple slid towards my lips and I licked. I couldn’t help myself. It was a natural reaction to the feeling of having her that close.

It felt so good to feel that stiff nipple on my tongue, and I savored the hardness.

Katie noticed that. She jumped and moved back quickly. I said, “Sorry, I had a pain in my jaw.” She smiled at me, said, “Oh, that’s all right, no harm done.”, and went back to work, pushing right that nipple right back at my lips. So I licked again, and I heard her make a little, almost silent “Oh fuck.”. Her hands moved out of my mouth, and her nipple pushed in. I nibbled on it, trying to suck it into my mouth through the many layers of fabric. She put her hand on my chest and just stayed there while I had my way with her nipple. I didn’t start this, but I sure as hell was going to enjoy it while I could. She dragged her nails over my chest, hitting my nipple and sending a shock through my chest.

My cock was so fucking hard by this time, and I knew that the head was probably sticking out of the hem of my shorts. I didn’t give a fuck if she saw it or not. I put my right hand on her other tit and started squeezing it, feeling for her other nipple, trying to get it to pop out as well. Her shirt was soaked with my drool, and I was in heaven.

Her hand moved down to my waist and towards my cock. She touched it and I jerked. She Alanya Escort grabbed it through my shorts and started stroking it. I pulled away from her tit long enough to say, “I need you, Katie, where can we go?”

She said, “Well, I think everyone else has gone out for lunch, so we should have the place to ourselves.” She gave me an evil grin as she reached into the leg of my shorts to caress my cock.

I reached around and squeezed her firm little ass, noting that she was wearing a thong under her scrub pants. She groaned when my hand moved up to her waist and I slid my fingers into the waistband above her ass.

She got up, said, “Come on, we don’t have much time!” She grabbed my hand and took me into the bathroom across the hall. I followed her in and locked the door behind us while she went over to the sink. She slid her pants and panties down, then leaned over the sink, presenting her perfect little ass to me.

I reached under her shirt and bra, feeling her tits, squeezing them hard. I wanted to fuck her, yes, but I had to get a few squeezes in first. She said, “Hurry!”, so I let them go and yanked down my shorts and underwear, my cock bouncing out in the open. She was staring at it as it pointed towards her and she said, “Fuck, I knew you were big. I’ve been wanting you forever!”

I didn’t know what she meant, but I also didn’t care. I moved quickly behind her and lined up with her pussy, rubbing my cock against her lips, trying to get her juices on me so that I could get lubed up. Then I pushed forward and slid all the way in, balls deep as she screamed.

“OH FUCK!” I felt her pussy squeeze down on me as I held it in place. She said, “Come on, I want to feel you fuck me! Fuck me so good!” I grabbed her hips and starting pumping into her. I wasn’t going to waste time. If she wanted it, I wanted to give it to her.

I could see my cock sliding in and out of her soaking wet pussy lips, and I was covered in her juices. I knew I wouldn’t last long at this rate, but I hoped I could make her cum first. I thought it would probably be a race to the finish line.

Within minutes, her pussy started really grabbing hard on me as I pumped in and out. She groaned, “Oh fuck, yeah, I’m cumming. Fuck me harder, Daddy, fuck me harder!” So I grabbed her hips more firmly and fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. I was close too, and I wanted to cum with her if I could.

She let out another scream and I felt her pussy pulsing, squeezing me with her tight, deep muscles. Escort Alanya That was enough for me, and I exploded into her, covering her pussy with my cum. I felt wave after wave from my cock, and I thought it would go on forever. I couldn’t stop shooting.

But soon I did, and I pulled away from her, my cock sliding out of her with a little pop. She was gaping wide open and cum started pouring out of her and running down her legs. She reached back and grabbed some paper towels to clean up the mess. Then she turned around and I leaned forward to kiss her, gently but deeply. She put her tongue in my mouth and purred as we hugged.

We put ourselves back together, and she grabbed a sweater to put on over her wrinkled and soggy shirt. I said, “What just happened? And what did you mean that you wanted me forever?”

She smiled and said, “You don’t remember, do you? I was in school with Jordan, and I used to come over to your house all the time! God, you were such a hunk! I fantasized about you all the time when I was younger! I gave myself so many orgasms thinking of you.”

Katie, Katie, I didn’t remember, oh fuck. Katie. The plain girl with no chest and braces and those thick glasses. I had thought that my daughter Jordan was friends with her just to be nice to her!

“Katie? You’re Katie? Wow, you’ve certainly changed! God, you’re gorgeous!” She smiled and jumped forward again to hug me tight, letting me feel her tits crush against my chest. They felt so good, and I wished we had the time for me to suck on them properly.

I said, “Did you, um, plan this? Did you know that I was coming?”

She laughed. “Of course! I made sure that you were scheduled when everyone else was gone! And then when you arrived, I realized that you didn’t recognize me, so I decided to have a little fun with you. I thought that you were never going to take the hint! Jesus, I almost had to shove my nipple into your mouth!”

I laughed. “I wondered why you were doing all of that. I was really enjoying the view!” I kissed her again.

We went back out, making sure that we still had the place to ourselves. I went back to sit in the chair, and she grabbed the floss and started flossing my teeth just as the door opened and the receptionist came back in.

Katie said, “Well we’re about finished, Mr. Stephenson. How does that feel?” She winked.

I said, “I’ve never had such a good experience at the dentist before!”, and she laughed quietly.

She leaned forward and whispered, “I get off at 4, if you want to maybe pick me up. We could go somewhere and maybe have some fun?”

I leaned closer, kissing her on the cheek. “See you at 4. Thanks, Katie. You are an amazing woman!”

Comments and feedback are much appreciated. It makes it more fun when I hear from you!

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“Why, oh why did I choose to travel Pakistan Airlines and that too from JFK, the worst airport in the Western hemisphere?” I questioned myself, as the security queue inched a bit further on towards the metal detector and then to the relative peace of the departure gates.

Well, I had taken this flight because a single aircraft would jet me home to Karachi with just two fueling stops in Manchester and Lahore, and would take 12 hours less than the trip on Emirates via Hamburg and Dubai. JFK was the obvious choice as PIA flew daily from there to Pakistan. Also the cost on this airline was significantly lower than on the Arabic carrier, and I had bought a return ticket during my last visit home.

The queue was long and painfully slow. Furthermore the pressure of people adding to the line kept forcing those ahead together and I could feel myself sandwiched between a fifty something mom in front and a thirty something South Asian looking man behind me. As the line surged behind us, I lost my footing and the he grabbed me from the waist and left arm. Without this support, I would have certainly ended up on the floor. Another push from behind meant that one of his arms was around my waist and the other was holding my left hand, and this while my body was totally melded against his.

“Careful, miss,” he said, “the people behind are pushing like animals.”

I thanked him for his help and he slowly released me. But we were unable to fully disengage and another shove meant that I had to just accept that we would be in very close proximity until the metal detector was navigated. Here was a good example of where the norms in Pakistan are a lot better, there women and children would get preference to get through such devices and would not be forced into a unisex line. It took another 10 awkward minutes or so before I finally arrived at the top of the queue. During these moments I was saved from tripping a couple more times and all the while I could feel his pelvic region right up against my ass. I could swear I felt something growing and stirring next to my behind, but was too focused on getting through to realize that the friction was probably giving him a hard on.

Add to the friction the fact that I was at the prime age of 23, having just finished college in the US. I had embraced the country and culture wholeheartedly in my four year stay. Today, given that I was an experienced traveler, I had opted on a smart mid length skirt, short heels and a T-shirt. I figured I would change to a shalwar kameez closer to Lahore. This attire, though fairly ordinary, nicely allowed me to show the curve on my legs. I was proud of the athletic regimen I had strictly followed to ensure my figure was well proportioned and maintained. The T-shirt was not buttoned all the way and let me display a fair bit of cleavage, notably if I bent over. With my hair cascading down nearly down to my waist, my fair skin and light eyes, I was quite the ideal Pakistani-Western woman. It was no surprise that the guy jammed up against me was getting turned on; he could probably feel the warmth of my skin through the light fabric of my skirt and the flimsy panties underneath.

Thanks to heaven no lights lit up as I went through the detector. I was not in the mood to be strip searched by the dyke type female security guard standing next to a close by check room. The same did not hold true for my handbag. Though I had been careful about what I had carried, I was sent to another inspector who began to look through and take out some stuff. Of course, there was nothing suspect inside and the guard mouthed a low “thank you” and allowed me to proceed. However, as I was refilling my bag, my passport and ticket dropped to the ground. I was pleasantly surprised to see the same gentlemen, who had I been squeezed up, handing the things to me.

“So you are from Pakistan too?” he queried, “are you going to Lahore on PIA by any chance?”

“No, I am on PIA but continuing to Karachi,” I replied politely.

Seeing my name on the boarding pass he responded, “I will see you on board then, Ms. Iram Mansoor”.

I thanked him again and as he went off towards the Business Class lounges, I figured I would not be running into him any more. He was a rugged and handsome guy, with features that would not easily identify him as Pakistani. He was dressed very smart casual, and carried a sizable notebook computer and expensive looking luggage.

II

After what seemed like an endless wait, given that the aircraft was delayed by two hours, boarding was finally announced. A wave of people rushed to get on quick, but they were held back by the departure lounge crew. Once order was restored, I found myself about mid way in the pack. Slowly I made my way to the counter and handed over my boarding card.

“Miss Iram,” said the gate agent, “we had a free seat in Business Class and have upgraded you all the way to Lahore. You may have to change back to Economy for the Karachi leg, but check with the staff before you do so. Alanya Escort Bayan Have a good flight.”

That was certainly great news, given that the PIA Boeing 777 aircraft, while quite new, was pretty cramped in the economy sections. I would now have a lovely business class experience probably all the way home. Why I was upgraded was not a concern that I had, I figured I had made a good impression at the PIA check-in desk and the guys had remembered me. I did look and act memorable compared to the normal load of passengers on this particular flight. A couple of batted eyelids had melted the resolve of the check-in agent to charge me for the significant excess baggage I was carrying along. I knew I was pretty, so why be shy and coy. America had taught me to use my resources to my advantage, and beauty was something I could count on.

I had the window seat on the right side of the aircraft and in the second row. It was not that I had never been in business class before. I had just never been upgraded or flown for such a long journey. The seats looked very inviting compared to the sardine can layout in the back sections and I flopped in to mine with a smile on my face. I gratefully accepted the glass of fresh juice and the newspaper from the stewardess. As I read the paper, I felt someone take the seat next to mine. Looking up, I was surprised to see the fellow from the security line sitting there.

“Hello again Iram, I was wondering if they were going to get you into this seat,” he said.

“Hi again,” I replied, “and you are?”

“Forgive me, I am Fareed Mir from Lahore and Chicago,” he introduced himself.

It was Fareed who had talked to the PIA Station Manager about giving me the seat next to him, and since the Manager remembered me from the check-in desk, he complied. After all he was Fareed’s friend from high school and this was the least he could do for his buddy.

“So why did you ask for me?” I queried him with some suspicion.

“I’ll be frank, I would rather have a very beautiful young lady, who I believe will carry on an intelligent conversation, next to me rather than some average Joe from Pakistan,” he confessed, “I hope you do not mind my company all the way to Lahore.”

Actually I was rather hoping to have someone good to talk with also and Fareed fitted the bill, and now I was in his debt for the upgrade.

The aircraft finally departed nearly three hours behind schedule and we ascended into the night for the journey eastwards. Almost immediately the crew came to life and soon as we leveled dinner was served. I was pretty famished, since I had an early lunch and dinner was quite late compared to my routine. The food was exquisite and I wolfed it down with gusto. During the meal, Fareed nudged me and asked if I would like an alcoholic beverage. PIA does not serve booze and he had brought a bottle of Vodka on board from the Duty Free. Not being a prude as far as alcohol went, and figuring it would help me get some sleep, I accepted and soon we had polished off more than half the bottle. We did get a few stares from the other passengers, either a rebuke for drinking or an appreciation that we were having a good time. By the time dessert was done, I was fairly tipsy. The lights dimmed and I extended the sleeper seat to its fullest and dozed off.

III

Aamir and I had been introduced to each other a couple of years ago by our respective families. He was completing his Master’s level work also in the US and there was a feeling that we would make a good couple. Aamir was presentable, articulate and knew he was going places. He also was the single child of very wealthy parents, so money was not going to be an issue in his life. Just before I returned for my senior year at college, we were engaged in a lavish ceremony in Karachi.

Aamir attended university on the West Coast, while I was in College on the Eastern Seaboard. Because of the distance we would spend hours daily chatting on the phone. I had not yet experienced sexual intimacy, despite three years of college in the US, since I was at an all-girls school. However, as boys were the favourite topic of discussion at any gathering of girls, I was intrigued by the descriptions of various acts that were given by my colleagues. I often fantasized about making love to Aamir and almost always woke up with a sticky feeling down below.

Then Aamir surprised me by showing up at my dorm during Thanksgiving break. He had come to visit friends in Boston and his plan to be a bolt from the blue worked well on me. Luckily I had just finished mid-term exams or my grades would have taken a serious beating. We made plans to go for dinner at a fancy restaurant that evening and he made sure he arrived punctually. I wore stylish designer jeans and high heeled boots and topped them with a lovely blouse and short jacket. Aamir’s eyes ate me up and I could see that I had made a real impact. Dinner was lovely and we made small talk for a couple of hours as the courses Alanya Escort were served. Aamir, like me, was not averse to having a drink, and we celebrated with a bottle of champagne.

I was quite giggly as he drove us home. Since it was a holiday, most of the girls had gone. No one challenged Aamir as he walked me over to my room. Guys were not normally allowed into the rooms, but rules could be bent if you knew the right people. Aamir pulled me close and kissed me deeply. The champagne had dulled my inhibitions and I melted into his arms, allowing him to kiss my lips, cheeks, face, neck and so on. He shut the door, sat on my desk chair and placed me on his lap, still kissing me wherever he could. As I began to get more flushed, he slid the jacket off my arms. I next felt his fingers undoing my blouse and soon he was touching the bare skin on my torso as this piece of clothing was discarded. I tensed as I felt him releasing my bra clasp and tried to push him away. Instead he stood us both up and with my back towards him, slowly took the bra off. His hands grasped my breasts and I could feel his throbbing manhood at my rear. He sat me down on the bed, unzipped my boots and set them to one side, correctly figuring I would throw a fit if my shoes were scuffed. Putting his hands to my midsection he then undid the buttons on my jeans and soon these were lying on the ground.

“No Aamir, please do not do this,” I pleaded, secretly hoping that he would ravish me that very instant.

My pleas fell on deaf ears and my panty was too slinky to survive the pull he gave, as it shredded off my legs, exposing my vagina to him.

Aamir bent over me and whispered, “now remove my clothes, Iram.”

In a flash, I had him out of his clothing. He took a condom from his jacket and rolled it on to his penis, which was the biggest I had ever seen so close up. I lay back expecting bells and whistles to go off. Instead, I felt myself being rent apart as his prick entered my virgin orifice. He slacked and pressed a few times before I felt an intense pain and then had a sense of being filled up. Aamir’s cock was firmly inside me. As a Pakistani girl, I should have kept my virginity to my wedding night, but since I was fucking my husband to be, it did not feel wrong. Aamir began breathing in a laboured fashion and soon jerked as a gasp escaped his throat. I was too focused on the pain to feel anything else. He relaxed and lay back on top of me.

Through the night we made love a few more times. Although my vagina became quite sore, I began to feel some inner pleasure from the battering Aamir gave me. I enjoyed his exploration of my body and when he licked my privates. However, I was not bold enough to agree to sucking his cock. After all it had given me so much pain when he had deflowered me, I could not fathom the hurt it could lay on my mouth. Aamir made up for his disappointment at not get a blow job by fucking me doggie style. I again drew the line at anal sex, though I allowed him to stick his finger into my back side. Finally exhausted, we cleaned up and I sneaked him out of the dorm before too many people were up and about.

I had repaid Aamir in kind during Easter by going to California with some colleagues and dropping in on his apartment late in the evening, without any prior warning. I stripped down to a rather skimpy bikini and spread myself on a deck chair by the pool. I then gave him a call to come down and help me with luggage. He was down in a flash and the sight of me in barely any clothes worked wonders on his midsection. Needless to say Easter was wonderful, but I hardly saw any of California, given I was never in enough of a clothed state to venture very far from him.

I was now on my way back, and he would be coming home soon also. Our wedding had already been planned for December the same year. In the three or so months since our last encounter, I dreamt of the moment every night. Often I would discover my fingers delving deep into the recesses of my vagina and then resulting wetness all around.

IV

I felt a hand envelop mine and help my index finger into my pussy. The pressure increased as another finger of mine and one of the stranger’s also found their way in.

“Ooh, that’s lovely Aamir,” I moaned, “rub me some more.”

The fingers began to move with a nice rhythm. I felt my blouse being unbuttoned and my breast being caressed.

“Kiss me please,” I implored, as I turned my face to one side. I felt my lips being crushed as a tongue entered my mouth.

I came mightily, and woke up shocked to see Fareed kissing me full on the mouth, while fingering my pussy and fondling my breast. My blouse was open more than half way almost releasing one breast from the cup. The skirt had ridden up, exposing my panties and our hands were under the sheer cloth, teasing my vagina. Both of us had blankets over us and it was dark in the plane, so no one could see what either of us had been up to.

“What are you doing?” I hissed, Escort Alanya trying to get his hands off my body.

Instead he grabbed my vagina harder and pushed another finger in.

Stroking my neck with his free hand, he whispered, “you were asking me to kiss you and to do some things, I just went along with whatever you asked.”

Apparently I had audibly babbled on in my sleep, damn the vodka!

“Aren’t you ashamed trying something like this with an unmarried, virginal girl?” I responded.

“Well unmarried yes, untouched no, Iram,” he replied again, winking at me.

His fingers were moving in and out quicker and I did not want to make a noise that would bring unwanted attention from the crew and hundreds of fellow passengers. My body began to react to the stimulus and I reached another orgasm. Fareed took his fingers out and ran his hands down my legs, pulling my panties off.

“These will make a lovely souvenir,” he chuckled.

“Please give them back,” I begged, remembering that I had accidentally packed all my other panties into my bag and had not kept any spares in my hand luggage.

“Okay, but on the condition that you be nice to me on the journey,” he replied.

“All right,” I agreed, “what do I have to do?”

“Well to start with, let me please see those beautiful breasts,” he requested.

I went red in the face, but he suggested I remove my blouse and bra under the blanket. I put the blanket on my back and pulled it close as I took off my clothing. Fareed slowly dropped the front and revealed my chest.

“They are truly marvelous,” he said admiringly as he began to suck on my nipples.

I was getting aroused. He looked around and saw the restroom area was empty.

“Follow me,” he ordered.

I put my blouse back on and holding the bra in one hand entered the washroom. Fareed came in behind me and locked the door. He sat down on the commode and undid his pants to remove his cock. Turning me around, he lifted my skirt and positioned my rear over his manhood. Slowly he managed to fit his cock into my pussy.

“You are not wearing a condom,” I whined.

“It’s okay, I will not come in you, I do not want to be a dad either yet,” he responded.

I began to move up and down his shaft, which seemed larger than Aamir’s. After a few minutes, he beckoned me to get off. He now asked me to sit on the toilet and before I knew it forced his cock into my mouth. Holding my head he kept ramming it in as I gagged for breath. Thankfully he exploded within moments and I was forced to suck everything down, as he ordered, or risk it all over my clothes. He cleaned himself, kissed me on the lips and went out quickly. I heard him telling someone that the toilet was not working and he should go to the next one. I found packets of toothpaste and brushes in the washroom and was happy to clean out my mouth. I had been forced in some way, but had found the experience to my liking. I was relieved he had not come in my pussy; a pregnancy would have been something to explain to everyone in Karachi. I had also been pleasantly surprised by the blow job, it was not as awful as I had thought, rather the feeling of power over the man, given that one could bite down with gusto, was something to relish.

“Iram you were wonderful,” Fareed murmured as I returned to my seat.

I found my panties on the seat but decided to not wear them yet as my pussy was still excited and I could feel wetness oozing out of it periodically. A few moments later the lights came on and breakfast was served in anticipation of landing at Manchester. We had just finished and gotten back to our seats in time or things could really have taken a less than palatable twist.

Fareed leaned over and joked, “you’ve already eaten me, I would love to eat you, this food is not really needed!”

I nibbled at the breakfast all the same to get my mind off things. Well I had certainly had a club class experience and my fellow passenger had already entered nirvana. I did not feel violated, maybe out of a sense of debt repayment for the upgrade, but more likely for the fact that I had enjoyed the spontaneity and danger of mile high sex. And we were still just half-way to Lahore!

V

As we exited, we were told the stop was for one hour more than usual, due to some technical reason. The Manchester Station Manager was waiting at the gate passing out Club Lounge passes to the Business Class passengers. Fareed grabbed a couple and led me to the lounge in the departure area. After seating us in a relatively empty section, he went off to ostensibly visit the duty free shops. He returned a little while later and was laden with reading material and other items.

He asked me if I was grungy and would like to have a shower. After the night’s antics, I was certainly up for this. He asked me to grab my vanity kit and come with him. Soon we were at a restroom area, with signs for showers indicated. A Sikh attendant was there and Fareed gave him some money. He handed us towels and showed us into a cubicle which was attached to a shower. I had expected separate male and female showers, but Fareed had bribed the guy to let us into the same place. There was a fair sized bench and a wash basin apart from the shower.

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As Ella finished packing her bag, she let herself think about the long weekend ahead. They had been planning this trip for months, just the five of them, camping out near the coast. Ella loved the beach and couldn’t wait to spend three days so close to the sea. As she zipped up her bag, she heard two blasts of a horn outside. She peered out the window, spotting the familiar sight of Gareth’s car, with Hannah waving from the passenger seat. Ella smiled and waved, lifting her bag on her shoulder and making her way out to the car.

Their next stop was to pick up Mitchel, who squeezed into the back of the car next to Ella. Greg was going to meet them there, having only recently landed back in the country. Greg had been working abroad and this was his first trip home in two years. Ella was looking forward to seeing him. They chatted regularly on Skype and by email, but it wasn’t the same.

They had been friends for almost 5 years, when Greg made the decision to work abroad. They were really good friends, some thought they were more than that, but the truth was although they had both thought about it, it just never happened.

They turned off the main road, following a rough country lane towards the coast. Ella could just make out glimpses of the sea between the trees they passed. She felt herself relax, closing her eyes as the warm sun brushed against her face. Gareth and Hannah had discovered this place during a hiking trip earlier in the year. It was completely secluded, hidden from the main road and faced on to a small section of beach, which was hidden from the main beach by tall cliffs. They were hoping to have the area all to themselves for the long weekend. Some well-earned R and R.

Gareth parked up in a clearing, smiling at Hannah as he shut off the engine. Ella wondered if they had done more than hiking last time they were here! They got out of the car, stretching after the long drive, before unloading their bags and camping gear.

Mitchel and Gareth were quick to show off their masculinity, taking the tents, keen to out-do each other and be the first to finish pitching theirs. Hannah and Ella picked up the rest of their supplies and followed behind. Ella hoped setting the campsite up would take her mind off of seeing Greg. There was limited phone signal, so she had no way of knowing if he was even on his way.

The guys pitched three tents; one for Hannah and Gareth, one for Mitchel (and possibly Greg) and the third for Ella. They stored their bags in their tents, quickly unpacking any essentials they thought they would need right away. Ella was keen to check out the beach, changing quickly into a mint green bikini that showed off her tanned, athletic body. The weather had been unusually nice recently and Ella had made the most of it by going for long runs after work.

She headed down to their secret section of beach, leaving the guys prepping a fire and Hannah sorting out provisions for that evening. There were beers in a cool box, along with two bottles of gin and an expensive spiced rum Ella had treated herself to.

As Ella’s feet touched the warm sand, she felt all the stresses of that week disappear. Sand rose up between her toes as she took in a lungful of slightly salted air. She closed her eyes, listening to the calm waves rolling over the beach. The tide was in but there was still plenty of beach left to sit on and relax. Ella ached from the long drive so headed straight for the sea, keen to swim a few lengths and revive her tired limbs. She walked into the waves until they reached her waist, before diving in. In a couple of strokes, her head felt clearer and she paused, looking back to the beach while treading water.

She could see the others in the distance among their tents. She tried to count them, but she was too far away. Ella found her thought wandering to Greg again. She had missed him terribly since he had been away. She had even thought about taking some holiday time and surprising him out there, but at the last minute, she always backed out. She didn’t want to fly out there and make things awkward. During their conversations, Greg never mentioned other women, but Ella still poured over his Facebook photos, obsessively looking for signs that he had met someone. She never found any, but that didn’t stop her looking. The calm bought on by the ocean was rapidly being replaced by anxiety again. Ella took a deep breath, before plunging back into the water and swimming further out.

Once she felt she had gone far enough, she started to swim back towards the shore. She hadn’t bought a towel down with her, so instead, Ella sat on a flat rock to dry out, close enough to the sea to keep her feet dipped in the water. She led back, closing her eyes, enjoying the warm sun on her skin.

“Hey…”

Ella jumped; she must have dozed off in the heat. She opened her eyes to see Greg standing over her smiling. She sat up quickly, tucking her damp hair Escort Bayan behind her ear. “Hey yourself…” she replied. She smiled awkwardly, not really sure what to say next. Greg held his arms out for a hug, but Ella gestured down at her damp, sandy body; not wanting to ruin his clothes. Mentally she kicked herself, she had been looking forward to seeing him for ages, yet here he was and she had nothing to say. He smiled again.

“So, how’s things?” Greg asked. “Good, good. You?” Ella replied quickly. Greg nodded, pushing his hands awkwardly into his pockets. “You ready to walk back up?” Greg asked, “I’m pretty sure I can smell Hannah’s cooking!” Ella slipped off the rock, following him back up to the campsite. As Greg went to talk to Mitchel, Ella headed into her tent to towel off quickly. She pulled on a pair of comfortable shorts and one of her favourite t-shirts. A quick spray of her favourite perfume and she was ready to head out to join the others.

They sat in the early evening sunlight, around the fire, enjoying bowls of chilli Hannah had ‘thrown together’. Once they were full, the conversation lulled as everyone sat back, enjoying the view. Gareth opened the cool box, passing bottles of cold beer around the group. Ella took a long drink, closing her eyes as she did, listening to the conversations around her and the roll of the waves. She felt someone sit down on the grass next to her. She kept her eyes closed, breathing in the scent of him. Greg always smelled the same. Ella liked the familiarity of it, how comfortable it made her feel. She looked over at him.

Suddenly, it was as if they hadn’t been apart for the last two years. The conversation flowed naturally, as did the drinks, Greg making her laugh like he always did. She loved listening to his stories of his travels. Ella hadn’t travelled anywhere near as much as she would have liked, so instead, chose to lose herself in Greg’s stories. Before they knew it, they had been talking for so long it was starting to get dark. A breeze whispered through the trees making Ella shiver suddenly. Greg picked up his hoody from beside him and passed it to her. Ella pulled it on and they moved a little closer to the fire.

“It doesn’t matter where you go, the sunset is always the same.” Greg murmured. Ella smiled, finishing off the last of her beer. A noise behind her made her turn her attention away from the sunset, but it was just Gareth and Hannah getting into their tent. Mitchel had passed out long ago from all the beer. Suddenly Ella felt uncomfortable sitting outside their tent, knowing what would probably happen next. Hannah had an insatiable sexual appetite and Gareth was always happy to oblige.

“Fancy a walk?” Ella asked, standing up and brushing the grass off her shorts. Greg quickly understood and got to his feet. As they passed the cool box, Ella reached in for the bottle of cool spiced rum. They followed the edge of the woods, down the path that led to the beach.

The cork made a wonderful pop as Ella pulled it from the bottle. She took a swig, savouring the spiced warmth as it ran down her throat. She held the bottle out to Greg, who took it wordlessly and drank. Ella replaced the cork and sat in a patch of dry sand. Greg sat beside her, taking a small tin from his pocket.

“I know what you’re going to say, but it helps me relax.” Greg said, without looking at Ella. Ella said nothing as she watched him roll the cannabis in the cigarette paper. He twisted the ends carefully. She knew he liked to smoke the occasional joint. It was something she worried about because it was too easy to move on to something stronger, something that was harder to give up. She watched him light it and breath in deeply. She could almost see him physically relax in front of her. Ella held out her hand to him. Greg laughed, blowing smoke out as he did.

“What? I go away for a while and suddenly you start breaking the rules!?” Greg laughed again. Ella continued to hold out her hand. “I just want to try it.” She answered defensively. Greg looked at her, a strange expression on his face. He shrugged, passing the joint to her. With a bemused expression on his face, he watched her put it to her lips and breath in. Instantly she started to cough, struggling to catch her breath. Greg chuckled and reached out for the joint. But Ella frowned, putting it to her lips again and taking another drag. She did a better job this time, feeling the smoke enter her lungs. She breathed the smoke out, passing the joint back to him.

“Happy now?” he chuckled, still unable to believe that she had actually done it. She looked him in the eye and reached out for it again. He raised his eyebrows and passed it back. They spent the next ten minutes sitting silently, passing the joint back and forth, sipping from the bottle of spiced rum.

Ella led back, enjoying this new sensation bought on by the mix of rum and cannabis. She felt light, Escort as if she could float. Her fingers tingled and her head swam. She felt good, as if she would never be able to worry about anything ever again. The sound of the waves filled her head and she imagined her body was rolling in time with them, being gently rocked back and forth.

Ella heard Greg mumble something, but couldn’t make out what it was. She heard him clear his throat and try again. “I missed you.” Greg muttered, just loud enough for Ella to hear. She stilled, unsure what to say in return. Obviously, she had missed him too, but it was more than that. Since he had left Ella had felt an emptiness, like part of her was missing. She couldn’t form the words to reply, so reached up and lightly stroked his hand instead. He led down next to her in the sand.

“I love the beach.” Ella replied, “The sea, the sand, the smells. I feel like I’m floating on a wave.” Greg led on his back and chuckled. “No more weed for you!” he replied, making Ella giggle. He loved the sound of her laugh. She didn’t realise it, but the sound lit up a room. Greg thought she had the most beautiful smile when she laughed. It was pure and wholesome; and when they were alone, it was just for him. He propped himself on his side and looked at her. Her hair was untidy, as usual. His hoody had ridden up on her, exposing her tanned navel. Her shorts were cut high, showing off her long legs. He had an overwhelming urge to touch her. He wanted to feel the softness of her skin. Her reached out, tracing her belly button with his finger. He felt Ella stiffen beneath him.

He pulled his hand back, laying down and folding them across his chest. Ella took another swig from the rum bottle. “I’m glad you’re here.” Ella whispered, “I bet you’ve been busy while you’ve been away though. I bet they’ve been queuing up.”

Greg frowned, unsure for a moment what she was talking about. “They might be queuing, but I wasn’t interested. I sort of already have someone.” Ella felt her heart grow heavy. She knew it. He was a good-looking guy, confident and funny, who wouldn’t want to date him. She stood quickly – a little too quickly after all the rum – and walked towards the sea. It was cooler here and she wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling stupid standing their wearing his hoody.

She heard Greg come up behind her. He reached his hand out to touch her shoulder. Ella stepped forward, out of reach. “I’m happy for you.” She said abruptly, not turning to look at him. She needed to hold it together, but the buzz from the weed was wearing off and she just wanted to hide in her tent. “Ella,” Greg murmured, reaching out to touch her shoulder again. He tried to turn her to face him but she wouldn’t budge. He sighed, dropping his hand to his side.

“It’s not what you think.” Greg mumbled, “It’s complicated. Will you at least look at me so I can explain?” Ella turned slowly, shocked to see tears filling his eyes. She was startled. She couldn’t stay cross at him, she stepped towards him and sighed. Facing him, but unable to look him in the eye. “As soon as I left, I knew for sure. But it was too late. I had signed the contract, I had to go.”

Ella sighed, “It’s fine. It’s your business, you don’t have to tell me anything.”

“Ella listen, I do need to tell you. I just don’t know how to start. I’ve tried to tell you before but…” Greg couldn’t finish his sentence, instead he leant forward and kissed her quickly on the lips. “Greg, what the hell?” Ella asked. But Greg leant in and kissed her again. Ella felt the tears on his cheeks.

“You… I left you… I was so wrong.” Greg breathed between quiet sobs. Ella stood stunned, unable to move or speak. Greg stepped back, shoving his hands back into his pockets. Without another word, he turned to walk back to the campsite.

“Wait…” Ella whispered. “You said you ‘sort of had someone’? Where does she come into all this?” Greg sighed, turning back to her. He smiled, “You’re so you. You never see what others see in you. It’s you… Before I left, I thought maybe we were moving in that direction. Then as soon as I left, I realised how much I needed you.”

“But why didn’t you say anything?” Ella asked quietly, “We’ve been talking all this time and you never…” “I couldn’t say it out loud. I thought that if I did, it would hurt more. I couldn’t bear to hear you say that you had found someone else.” Greg interrupted quickly. Ella blinked, trying to take it all in. She took a step towards him, reaching out to take his hands. She felt his hands shaking slightly as she took hold of them. He was taller than her, meaning she had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him. He tasted salty, a mixture of the sea and tears.

“I’ve missed you too. It’s been like a piece of me has been missing. You don’t know how many times I almost booked tickets to come out and see you.” Ella breathed into his chest. She looked Bayan Escort up at him, at the startled expression on his face. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, pulling their bodies tightly together. It was quick and passionate, each kiss tasting of their longing for each other.

Quickly Greg pulled Ella’s top up, lifting his hoody over her head and dropping them to the ground. His hands were rough against her skin as he ran them all over her bare flesh, leaving nothing untouched. He pulled his top off, as Ella moved to undo his shorts. They stood on the beach, the sea breeze brushing against their bare skin. They touched each other hurriedly, trying to take in as much of each other as possible, trying to make up for the two years they had lost. Greg lifted her up, while Ella wrapped her legs around him. He slipped straight inside her, quickly filling her. She groaned as her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hard in the breeze. It was over quickly, Ella unwrapping her legs from his waist. Silently they pulled their clothes back on. Ella picked up the rum bottle and they walked together back to the tents.

Back at the campsite, Greg unzipped Mitchel’s tent, only to find him passed out in the middle of the tent. Ella peered in. She took Greg’s hand and pulled him with her to her tent. Still saying nothing, Greg zipped the tent closed behind them and turned to find Ella almost naked again. She finished undressing and slipped slowly into the sleeping bag. Ella led there watching him undress, her eyes roaming over his body. It had all happened so quickly on the beach. He slipped into the sleeping bag alongside her. They led quietly, side by side, taking in what was happening.

Ella turned to him, resting her hand on his waist and leaning in to kiss him. It was less hurried this time, they slowed down, taking their time to enjoy each other. Greg ran his hand slowly down her back, letting it rest lightly on the small of her back. Ella looked at him, before reaching up and removing his glasses. She folded them up and placed them carefully behind them. She stroked his face slowly, feeling every line and bump. She ran her thumb softly over the scar above his eyebrow. He closed his eyes, took hold of her other hand and pulled it to his lips.

They moved closer together, their bare skin brushing against each other. Greg ran his hands over her breasts, pulling lightly on her nipples as he did. Ella moaned softly. Greg pinched her nipples harder, causing Ella to gasp, arching her back as the brief pain mixed with her excitement. Her skin felt hot as Greg took one of Ella’s nipples in her mouth. He sucked slowly, rolling his tongue over it before biting her nipple gently.

Ella let out a growl and Greg ran his rough hands down her body, coming to rest on her mound. Taking control, he roughly parted her lips, sliding a finger quickly inside. Ella gasped, excited by Greg suddenly taking control. He moved from her nipples, biting lightly on her earlobe, while still fingering her. Ella reached down to grasp his hard cock, but he pushed her hand away. Ella was confused, until Greg pushed her arms up over her head, clearly showing he was in charge.

This was a side to Greg that Ella hadn’t seen before. He was usually Mr Laid Back, but here he was dominant and decisive. It excited Ella that Greg had set out to take exactly what he wanted. She closed her eyes, her mind full of the sensation of his fingers roughly moving in and out of her. Suddenly he stopped, quickly replacing his fingers with his hard cock. Ella cried out suddenly as Greg pushed himself inside her as deep as he could. He put his lips to hers, but Ella, in a moment of defiance, bit his lower lip. Greg growled; a primal sound that made Ella’s knees weak. He kissed her harder, Ella was filled by both his cock and his tongue.

She no longer felt like she was missing a piece of herself. She felt whole and as she felt him empty himself into her, she knew he felt the same too. They lay quietly, panting in the darkness. Ella felt his cock start to become flaccid inside her. Greg slid his hand down to her clit, rubbing it gently as his sticky cum trickled down her thigh. She gave in to him, it didn’t take long for Greg to feel her shudder against him as her orgasm washed over her.

He rolled off, lying next to her. Their bodies hot and sticky in the sleeping bag. The air in the tent was thick. Suddenly Ella grabbed something and unzipped the tent. She didn’t wait to see if Greg was following, she knew he would.

She raced down the path towards the beach, from behind, Greg could see her svelte runners’ body in the moonlight. He caught up to her just as she reached the sea. It was cold, really cold. But Ella dived in anyway, swimming out a short distance, before treading water to look at him. He followed her in, each powerful stroke taking him closer to her.

She kissed him. Softly this time, tasting the rum and the sea on his lips. He held her, treading water with his legs to keep afloat. She kissed him again and again, until Greg noticed that she had begun to shiver. They swam back to shore, drying themselves with the towel Ella had picked up from the tent.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: For several years, a friend and I made the rounds, living out some pretty terrific encounters. These stories are fictionalized accounts of what made life so much fun for her and me. I start somewhere in the middle. Maybe in a later chapter, we’ll go back to the beginning. Enjoy. Be in touch…

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Makati, Philippines

I

They were an extraordinary couple. Many found it impossible not to stop and glance, or stare, their faces expressing all the same thoughts: admiration, curiosity, envy.

Of the two, the man was taller, although not excessively tall. In fact, most of the men watching him were taller than he. The woman was short, and her diminutive stature made him seem taller than he was. His head was shaven, and he wore a slight, devilish wisp of whiskers on his chin, below a fuller, trimmed mustache. His eyes were dazzling blue, set beneath perfectly masculine eyebrows. He could frighten you when he wore sunglasses, which gave his face a mysteriously roguish, even mean quality that intimidated some men. But as he walked through the mall, his arm hanging casually around the woman’s shoulder, his eyes were bright and magnetic.

So was the bulge in his pants. He wore no underwear and never made an effort to hide the snaky cock that pushed out against the fabric of his trousers. They weren’t tight. That would have been obscene. But he allowed nature to advertise itself, and he knew always that men and women both wondered just what it might be like if only they could see. If only they could…

As they walked, the woman laughed at the joke the man whispered in her ear. She was herself enviable. Her hair hung wavy and black somewhat below her shoulders. If it fell in the front, it would lay along the slopes of her breasts: round, high, and exquisitely firm. She was trim, athletic, confident—qualities she shared with the man she walked beside. Another joke made her laugh louder, and he dropped his arm from her shoulder and playfully slapped her on the small but irresistible ass that every man in the mall was in love with.

They found a café and took seats in the back. He sat facing the door, as he always did. They had cups of coffee but showed no interest in drinking any. Their conversation never waned; it only transitioned from laughter to something else. There was laughter now, but less of it, and mostly hers. They talked on, and customers around them often gave them glances, or eavesdropped outright until a long but harmless look from the man ended the surveillance.

It was not by any means their first time together, nor their first conversation, but the theme was familiar. It was what they loved about one another.

-What was he like?

-Haha… Nice.

-Just nice?

-Haha… Nice and big. Hahahaha…

-And you met him in his room?

-Yes.

-Why did you go there?

-He wanted me Escort Bayan to.

-And you do what men want?

-Yes.

-And why did he want you to go to his room?

-To fuck him.

-For you to fuck him?

-To fuck me.

-He wanted to fuck you?

-Yes.

-Did you want that.

-Yes.

-Did he fuck you?

-Yes.

-Did he get pussy?

-Yes.

-Did you give him pussy?

-Yes.

-Did you ride over there, in your cab, knowing you would give him pussy?

-Yes.

-Do they get pussy whenever they want it?

-Yes.

-Who does?

-Anyone.

The man stood up. The cock that had mesmerized so many when it was soft now made the shape of a sword in his pants. It aimed to the left, forced slightly down angle by the fit of the fabric against his skin. He walked to the front of the café, to the service area. He took napkins he did not need and walked back to the table. The woman had turned when he left and watched him come and go. She watched the other women watch him. When he got back to the table he laid the napkins down and headed for the bathroom.

His partner did not watch him go in. She looked instead back across the café, noting the women who refused to take their eyes of him until he disappeared inside the men’s room. When the door closed, most giggled to a companion or went back to reading. Two did not. One looked like a student, maybe in her twenties. She was ignored. The other was not ignored. The woman at the back table got up and walked toward the front of the café.

The second woman, who had let herself linger on the memory of the man, looked up and saw the man’s partner coming toward her. When she arrived, she slid into a chair and stared at the curious stranger across from her. She smiled.

-It’s okay.

-What’s okay.

-If you want to go in there, with him.

Embarrassed, the woman looked around the café. Who might have heard that? The man’s partner didn’t bother to look anywhere but at the nervous woman across from her.

-Go ahead.

-But… what are you talking about?

Mild laughter.

-He’s in there now, holding it.

The woman looked around again. This time she said nothing, only looked back across the table with an expression of disbelief. The man’s partner spoke again.

-He’s holding it, waiting.

-Waiting for what?

-For you.

-But I don’t know wha-

-Don’t you?

The man’s partner took the plastic cup that was set in front of the woman. She sucked a long drink, her lips full round the shaft of the straw.

-Go. I would, but I already know.

-Already know what?

-What you want to know.

-But… I don’t know you.

-I’m Helen. Hi.

The woman started to smile but caught herself. Her eyes tried hard to look incredulous. She looked around Escort again, then back across the table. Her lips parted and she wetted them with her tongue. She didn’t k now she had.

She lowered her voice now, barely above a whisper.

-You won’t care? Is he your-

-He’s yours right now. Have you ever seen one like tha-

-NO!

-I know. Then why wonder?

Helen took another long drink from the straw and set the cup down. Then she got up and went back to her table, her back to the rest of the café.

She heard soft footsteps. The woman went slowly by her and stopped at the men’s room door. It was locked. She turned. Helen raised a small fist and made a knocking motion, then held up one finger. The woman at the door hesitated, but knocked once softly. The door knob clicked as it turned. The door opened slightly, and the woman walked in, never looking back.

Helen took the coffee cups to the trash and left the café.

II

-Turn the light on.

He heard the woman’s hand sliding along the wall, searching. The light came on. Helen had been right. He was standing in the center of a spacious rest room, his pants open, his left hand around the base of his cock.

-Oh, god!

He moved a step toward her, reached out, and pulled her by a hand. As soon as she was in front of him, he moved her to her knees and pulled her mouth to the head. She reached behind, grabbed both his ass cheeks and started sucking as fast and as wet as she could.

-You were curious, and you looked, didn’t you?

She gurgled and slurped but managed to answer him.

-YES!

-And you thought Helen was lying about you coming in here.

-YES!

-And now you’re glad she wasn’t.

She managed a complete sentence among the gurgling and the slurping.

-Oh, god, YES! YES!

He grabbed her head and fucked her face. She opened as deeply and as wide as she could. Her hands fell to her sides. She was passive, and passionate… but passive, most of all. She gave in to it.

-Look at me.

She did, moving her eyes up to his. The sight of his face—his flared nostrils, his intent eyes, his muscular face contracting and relaxing as he breathed—it sent a flood into her underwear an she moaned like a slave whore. She was happy to be one.

-You do it now.

He wasn’t finished ordering her when her hands flew to his cock and she felt every slippery stream of saliva she had left there. She sucked faster, slurping, licking, looking, jacking it off.

-Faster!

She did what he wanted. He reached down and grabbed a nipple through her blouse, forcing a grunt from her, then a moan when he twisted it just enough. She was his type, his type for this. She was in her forties, maybe closer to fifty. She was curvy, with tits he loved—fleshy, big, full. She was a woman, not a poster model or a pub princess. He Bayan Escort liked them because by now they were bored with life or bored with sex. They were sticks of dynamite and just as indiscriminate, if you put them in the right place and right frame of mind. There was nothing left for them to learn, except that they had fewer limits than they ever imagined they had.

He leaned over her and reached down, inside her bra, grabbing two full hands of tit now. He kneaded them, pulled them, ran his thumbs roughly around her nipples. Her moans were guttural now, and she clamped her lips down on his cock. Faster, and faster…

-It’s big, baby. Stop and look at it.

She popped her mouth off and leaned back. She held one hand around it, still jacking off the length of it, staring at it, while it pointed at her, at eye level.

-You like sucking it?

-Yes!

-Jack it off, faster!

She did, her lips pursing, her eyes hungry.

-Is your pussy wet?

-It’s fucking wet!

-Maybe one day I’ll fuck you, honey.

-Mm-hmmmm!

She jacked it off faster and she smiled, mischievously, up at him.

-Ever swallow?

-Never.

-You will now.

She grunted and smiled bigger.

-And you want to, don’t you.

-Oh, god, I do! Make me drink it, baby!

-Get ready, bitch!

She grunted again, consenting, like a pig and a whore and a disciple. It is possible to be all three and be perfect, and perfectly good.

She devoured the head and slurped the shaft and he no longer had to tell her to go faster. She was deep on him and gripping his ass with the hand that was not jacking off that veiny white sculpture of a cock.

-It’s cumming, honey. Here comes your first fucking load! Take it! TAKE IT!

She opened her throat and felt the first stream, then the flood. She winced and let out a small cough, but determined to go the distance, she bore down, sucking now as Helen has on the straw earlier. She wrapped her lips tight and savored every squirt and river he pumped into her. When he was nearly done he pulled her head deeper and fucked it all into her as long as she let him. She never backed away.

Done, he pulled out and left it at her face. Half hard now, it arced downward, hitting her chin. She looked up at him, compliant.

-Come to the sink and wash me.

She did, stroking soap and water on it, letting it rest heavy in her bottom hand. He was surprised she was able to talk to him.

-It’s so big and beautiful.

-Thank you.

-Can I wash it more?

-Go ahead.

She applied another round of soapy lather and started again, from base to head and back, staring at it.

-I never did anyth-

-I know, but are you sorry you did?

-No. I want more.

-I’ll look for you here next time.

They finished. He kissed her cheek. He left first, standing in front of the door so she could slink away behind him, into the ladies’ room. In the café, he wrote his phone number on a napkin and slid it under the door of the rest room. He added a heart and an exclamation point. Then he left to meet Helen.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 Abby
Chapter 2 An Idea is Born
Chapter 3 Opportunity Knocks
Chapter 4 Abby Dares All
Chapter 5 Later
Chapter 6 The Second Friday
Chapter 7 Evening Preparations
Chapter 8 Fantasies and Discoveries
Chapter 9 The Spa
Chapter 10 Abby the Showgirl
Chapter 11 Saturday in Columbus
Chapter 12 Evening on the Town
Chapter 13 Waning Days of Summer
Chapter 14 Another Kind of Virginity

Chapter 1 Abby

Her name was a little forbidding. Her parents were quite strict and very true to the church, so her name, Abigail Lincoln, while not one she would have chosen for herself, was helped by the fact that all of her friends called her Abby. Softer and friendlier than Abigail, and Abby herself approved.

As her heels clicked down the hallway of Mitchell High, she was delighted that almost three months of her own time stretched before her before the school term started again. In her second year she felt very comfortable as a teacher in English Lit. Teaching in Middleburg was also very comfortable for her. There were those who said teaching high school would be a real problem with discipline. After all she was very young, and very lovely. But it hadn’t happened, partially because the boys never got tired of looking at her and wondering what she might wear that day, because even in the most modest of dress, there was no hiding what was under it, and the girls all thought she was exactly what they would like to be. The only thing that had happened outside of the norm was one morning, during her second week, she had arrived early and found written on the chalk board , in large letters “I would really like to – – – – Miss Lincoln.” She had quickly erased it and just took it as a compliment, albeit it a very vulgar one.

Her parents had given her the family home after they had retired to Florida, and that gave her the independence that she had always craved.

Anyone watching her as she walked out to her car in the parking lot would have given her more than one glance. She was about five six, and her body was beautifully proportioned to her height. In her high heels and short skirt, a blouse that clung to her in the right places, and her hair, honey colored and moving slightly in the wind, she deserved more than one glance. Indeed, Freddie the school janitor, looked on with approval as she swung her lovely legs into the car affording him a glimpse of much of her thighs before the closing door cut off his view. But it certainly brightened his day.

The only thing missing, in what otherwise was a perfect life for Abby, was a nice relationship with someone who could share things with her. Mostly she just wanted a good friend, perhaps with benefits. She was in no hurry to marry, and often thought that maybe she never would. She had a very serious relationship while attending Ohio State, but it had become very wearing as Frank, as that was his name, became more and more possessive of her until she felt quite smothered by all the questions and control. He was astonished when she declined his marriage proposal, and then became angry. That convinced her that this was not a guy she wanted to spend her life with. The bed part was OK, but the rest of if was going to be very depressing. And a few weeks later she graduated, saying goodbye forever to Frank and Ohio State.

Later on she realized what a great decision she had made and what a disaster marriage to him would have been. Her parents were not so pleased as they thought it very important that she marry Frank. “Now what would she do?” they asked. Those things didn’t concern Abby.

Walking into her bedroom, she began taking off clothes. She looked in the full-length mirror and liked what she saw. She kept herself fit and it showed in the firmness of her breasts, the graceful curves flowing from her waist to her hips, and lovely long legs, which accented her ‘Mound of Venus’. She traced her pubic hair with her finger wondering when someone else would do that to her again. There had been no one since Frank, and her healthy sex appetite had evolved into all sorts of fantasies. (Her favorite one being made love to by two handsome and athletic young males at the same time.) She shivered as she looked at herself in the mirror and then she stepped into her oversize bathroom with its lovely glass shower that had cost her a bunch, but was well worth it. Turning on the shower faucets, she stepped under the soft deluge of warm water that slipped over her body, and taking the secondary showerhead in her hand, she turned on the pulse mechanism, standing with her legs apart she aimed it at her vulva. Immediately she was thrilled by the pulsation action of the warm water as it excited her clitoris and massaged her labia. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the shower wall until she achieved orgasm from the rush of pulsating liquid against her most intimate places. She kept it flowing until she had to stop as her legs became weak from the ecstasy she had experienced. Escort Bayan She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower wrapping an oversize towel around her. Drying off she fell backwards onto the bed, completely naked and fully satisfied. And she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 2 An Idea is Born

Abby slept the clock around and didn’t wake until 10 am on her first Saturday of the rest of the summer.

She dressed quickly in shorts and a halter-top, breakfasted on toast and coffee, and then decided to go to the market and do some shopping to restock her refrigerator.

As she pulled into the parking lot she saw Jimmy and Michael’s old pickup truck. She smiled to herself as she remembered how awkward they had been in her class their junior year. She had no way of knowing that every boy at Mitchell High dreamed of getting into her panties, and every girl wanted to be just like Miss Lincoln. Their shyness had turned her on in a quiet way. Abby wasn’t much for the ‘Macho’ types. Jimmy and Michael, friends from first grade, had just graduated and were both off to Ohio State where they were the benefactors of baseball scholarships. They were high school standouts that had been recruited by several schools, but signed their intentions to go to Ohio State as their first choice. So now they were earning money in the first summer after graduation by doing yard work, whenever they could, being in possession of a couple of overworked mowers and some second hand garden tools and a third hand pickup truck, battered but still going strong. She could tell that business had been good by their healthy tans and smiling faces as they waved to her when she entered the store. They were both extremely good looking six footers, Michael was the quieter of the two and had those dark, Hollywood leading man looks, while James or Jimmy as he preferred was fairer complexioned and was the more outgoing of the two, and quite as handsome as Michael in his own way. They could have been brothers, and indeed many people thought they were, as they had been inseparable as friends throughout their childhood, and now they were going to the university together. As she thought about them, an idea entered her head. “Don’t even think it Abby,” she told herself. Nevertheless she could not shake it. As she approached the produce department she came upon them loading bags of charcoal into their cart. “Hi Miss Lincoln.” they both said almost simultaneously.

“You look prosperous, business must be good.” she replied.

They grinned and nodded. “You look great too .” said Jimmy, as Michael smiled widely at her.

“Well if you’re not totally tied up, perhaps you could come by my place later today and clean up my yard for me.” said Abby.

“Oh great.” said Jimmy. “How about three o’clock?”

“Three would be fine, see you then.”

Abby turned and headed for produce as Jimmy and Michael looked at her lovely derriere atop those gorgeous legs.

“Wow,” said Jimmy.

Michael grinned at him. “Remember, we are just going to cut grass, don’t get carried away.”

As Abby drove home she wondered what she had done. Do I want to get my grass cut, or what, she thought. Abby you are naughty, she told herself. And she fantasized about what they might look like without their jeans and t-shirts. Well there is no harm in them cutting my grass and cleaning up the yard. And it will help them make some college money. But deep inside her she knew that her impulse to get her yard cleaned up was a lot more than that.

Chapter 3 Opportunity knocks

As three o’clock approached Abby was getting a little nervous. She knew that she could simply let them tidy up the place outside, pay them, and that would be that. But she was making plans, despite herself, to make their visit much more memorable.

She knew she was going to do it when she went into her bedroom and started looking for a bikini. She finally selected her favorite. It was a pale yellow, and showed every curve and feature of the parts that it barely covered. She looked at herself in the mirror, and then slipped her feet into a pair of high platform wedgies that thrust her pussy forward and accentuated her rear end when she walked. In a sudden fit of modesty she put on a short beach robe, and almost immediately the doorbell rang. She opened the front door, and Michael, stared at her, and quickly composed himself and said, “Uh, Miss Lincoln, just tell us what you want us to do”. Jimmy was getting mowers out of the truck and looked over and stared at her. Her beach robe barely covered her, and one could easily imagine that there was nothing on underneath it. Quickly she realized what they were thinking,

“I was just getting ready to get some sun in the back yard. Go ahead and mow and trim, and when you are done, come into the back yard and do the same, OK?”

The boys both nodded and began their preparations to work as she closed the front door. She could hear the mowers running as she came out of the back door Escort onto the patio. Taking off the robe, she lay on her back on a chaise lounge in her yellow bikini. Her mind was racing as she thought about having the courage to do what she wanted to do.

“When the time comes, I will know,” she told herself, and she closed her eyes and listened to the mowers running in the front yard. After awhile the mowers stopped as Jimmy and Michael began their trimming and cleanup work. Abby was breathing a little heavier because she knew that her decision was coming closer.

“Do I really have the nerve to do this?” she asked herself.

Michael and Jimmy opened the side gate and pushed the mowers through. As they came around the side of the house they were greet by the sight of Miss Lincoln, lying on her back on a chaise lounge wearing a very scanty yellow bikini that just barely covered her mound and her breasts.

They began mowing, and constantly stealing glances at a beautiful sight to two randy 18 year olds.

Abby was very conscious of the fact they had taken off their t- shirts, and their bronze bodies were glowing with perspiration. She couldn’t take her eyes off them. She began to think of all the wonderful things that could happen if she had the courage to do what she was thinking. She rationalized that whatever she did there was always a stopping point, but only to a point. And that was some way off.

The grass was all cut and the mowers were silent. The breeze was whispering through the tree branches as the boys went about their trimming, stealing glances at Miss Lincoln who had turned over and her lovely bottom was just asking to be looked at. She had also untied the bra top and the strings were dangling down the sides of the chaise allowing the swell of her breasts to be clearly seen.

Chapter 4 Abby Dares All

“Uh, Miss Lincoln, we are all done.”

Abbey held her bra top on as she turned over, and stood up. “Would one of you tie me up in the back please?”

Michael stepped forward and clumsily tied a bow in the bikini top.

“Let me go in and get my purse.” she said.

Slipping on her shoes, she walked away from them and was deeply conscious of the four eyes focused on her bottom.

“Phew, I can’t believe how hot she is.” said Michael.

Jimmy was out of words.

Abby emerged from the house carrying her purse, this time giving them the full frontal view. Quickly they settled up and as the boys turned to leave Abby said,

” Oh, if you don’t mind, I have a favor to ask before you go.”

“Anything at all, just say it,” said Jimmy.

“Well, I never can get the lotion where I want it, so I thought if you wouldn’t mind you could spread a little on my back.”

“Oh-0K.” Michael stammered.

Abby stretched out on the chaise with her bottom in the air, and passed Michael the lotion bottle.

“If one of you will get my back and the other my legs please.”

So saying she passed the suntan lotion to Michael. He kneeled on one side of the chaise at the top, and Jimmy kneeled by her feet. Both took lotion into their hands and tentatively began to spread the liquid over the back and legs of the delicious Miss Lincoln.

“It’s OK, I won’t break.” said Abby.

With that encouragement, their hesitancy dwindled as they warmed to the delightful task of not just spreading lotion, but feeling this lovely woman’s flesh.

“Would one of you untie the top so you can get it all.”

Although it was hardly necessary, as it wasn’t more than a thin ribbon of material, Jimmy untied the top with shaking hands and then went back to massaging her legs, but now going higher and higher until he was rubbing the part of her bottom exposed by the bikini bottom that didn’t really cover much of her. Michael was putting lotion further and further down her sides until he was stroking the sides of her breast with his fingers.

Abby is getting very warm and she is aware that she is getting very wet. She knows that the next step will be the one that will commit her to something that can’t be undone.

Reaching down her side she pulled the string that untied her bikini bottom.

“You might as well get all of me Jimmy.” she murmured.

Jimmy can’t believe his good luck as he stared at the beautiful rear end, totally exposed, that is right under his hands. He squeezes lotion on her bottom and begins rubbing her cheeks, feeling her cleavage, even letting his fingers drift down between her legs, while Michael is sliding his hand down and under her breast seeking her nipple, which when he finds them are aroused and erect.

“Oh God, stop.” says Abby, “I think I need you to put lotion all over me.”

The boys sit back on their haunches. Both of them are fully erect and only their jeans hide this.

“Now lets do the front.” She says as she turns over on the chaise, her bikini now fallen to the ground and her beautiful breasts and erect nipples, and her lovely mound now exposed to their Bayan Escort hungry eyes.

Michael impulsively leans down to kiss her and is greeted by her inviting lips and her tongue as she seeks his, Jimmy is spreading lotion on her belly and continues his exploration to her breasts, then he ventures down to her lovely mound, as she responds by slightly parting her legs so that he can explore the delights of her very wet vulva, and erect clitoris. She is now shuddering under the double admonitions of four hands and the lips that are kissing her passionately. Jimmy has begun to tongue her clit while gently probing her vagina with first two and then three fingers.

Abby is writhing on the chaise as wave after wave of pleasure consume her body, and suddenly she convulses with a wonderful orgasm that leaves her totally limp.

She gasps and gently pushes Michael away and both of the boys back off not quite sure what has happened.

Abby smiles at them.

“I hope that you forgive me, I don’t know what came over me, I owe you both so much for making me feel so wonderful.” As though suddenly aware of her nakedness she sits up and pulls the beach robe around her.

“Please come into the house, I want to talk to you.”

Jimmy and Michael, still in a state of great desire, follow her into the house.

She leads them through the bedroom, and into the bathroom.

“You have both worked hard all day, so let’s take a shower before we talk.” Abby dropped her robe and stepped into the huge shower that would easily accommodate 6 adults, turns on the water and smiling at them beckons them in They need no further prompting, quickly taking off shoes socks, jeans and underpants, and now their masculinity is there for Abby to see. They step into the shower and she hands them sponges and soap. The need no further directions as they begin the sudsing process on both themselves and Abby. She stands there luxuriating in the water, her arms over her head as Jimmy and Michael caress and lavish her body with their soapy hands, exploring every crack and crevice. Abby can’t resist the temptation to feel their manhood. With her eyes closed she can feel that Jimmy is quite thick, while Michael is more slender but long. She stands there with both of them in her hands, fondling them as they cover her body with their caresses and their probing finger, and suddenly both boys stop and clutch her as her fingers massage their swollen penises and they explode in sheer joy with the magic of what this incredible lady has brought to them on this fine June afternoon.

Stepping out of the shower, Abby throws each of them a bath towel and wraps one around her. Walking into the living room she sits down and crosses her legs, and smiles at them as they come in and sit, facing her.

“Please don’t think me a big tease, but I didn’t plan any of what just happened, it just – well it happened.” Jimmy and Michael nod in understanding waiting for her to continue.

“You both know that it could cost me my job if it ever came out, so I am hoping that you can keep it a secret between us. I have never done anything like this before and I am at a loss for words to explain my feelings. I know you both to be good students and very nice young men, and I would hope that you will promise me that you can keep a confidence.”

“No one will ever hear about it from me” said Michael. Jimmy nodded in agreement.

Then Jimmy spoke up, “Do you think we might see you again Miss Lincoln?”

There was a long pause as they waited for Abby to respond. “Would you like it to happen again?” she asked.

“Well I sure would.” said Jimmy, and Michael nodded.

“I think we need to think about this. Pack up your stuff and go home now and everything will look fine in the neighborhood. Then later on when it gets dark, come back if you have no other plans, and we can talk about what happened and what we should do. I would love to make love with you again but I want to know that we can all handle it.”

She looked at them.

Jimmy and Michael looked at each other, and Jimmy turned to her and said. “You’re right. We’ll come back after awhile.”

In a few minutes Abby heard the sound of the truck leaving and she went to the kitchen, poured a glass of white wine and sat meditating. She wondered if they would come back? She wondered if they would have to tell their friends about the great time they had at her home. Well the dye was cast and all she could do was see what the evening brought. But she knew that if they came back she must make sure that there were some things that must be discussed. She wanted them to come back, because her fantasy of making love with two beautiful young men had actually happened, and she didn’t want it to stop. Not only that, she craved taking them inside her. The orgasms that they had brought her to were not enough. She wouldn’t be satisfied until they filled her vagina with those gorgeous (and quite large) cocks.

As she thought about the events of the afternoon and played them again in her mind, she became quite flushed and was breathing rapidly when she remembered how she had felt with four hands moving all over her, and their lips kissing her repeatedly. Yes, she wanted to feel those wonderful feelings again.

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Chapter II Testing the Market

Beverley’s decision to become a prostitute had been easily made. But how was she to put it into practice? There were no formal night school classes she could attend, with the possible exception pole dancing and belly dancing and there was no question of her standing in a doorway dressed like a tart and inviting men to have her up against a wall for ten minutes. She intended to be a very discreet and expensive whore; if someone wanted to pay her a lot of money to behave like a backstreet tart that was another matter. It was not the sex that was the problem; Beverley was well versed in the things that men like to do with women and was quite happy to rely on her natural instincts. Quite simply she needed a business plan. She needed to advertise her services, establish a scale of charges and acquire a list of satisfied customers in every sense of the word.

She looked at the small ads in the local newspaper and consulted the on-line personal services websites. When she spoke to Graham about it, he confessed that he had once paid a young London University student £250 to let him take nude photographs of her and to have sex with her. After Beverley had got over her mild indignation, he told her he had written a short account of what happened. He offered to send it to her with some photographs.

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Graham’s story of his encounter with an amateur prostitute

One time when you were away on holiday with your sister; I got in touch with Laura, a nineteen year old London University student looking to supplement her meager student grant by glamour and nude modeling. After an exchange of emails she sent me some photograph and told me that she charged £60 an hour plus travelling expenses.

The photographs showed a very attracted dark haired girl of medium height posing provocatively in scanty lingerie which revealed that she had a very sexy body and magnificent breasts. After several further exchanges of emails, I sent her a cheque for £100 as a deposit plus travelling expenses and arranged to pick her up at the railway station later that week. She arrived wearing a short red skirt revealing shapely legs and thighs and a white buttoned up blouse covered by a black casual jacket.

So that there would be no misunderstanding I immediately told her that I was not a professional photographer. Laura was quite unconcerned apparently none of her customers were professionals. She told me that lots of students were marginally involved in the sex industry: modeling, pole dancing and striptease, massage parlours, escort agencies even a bit of prostitution. It was considered a much better option than waiting on tables at MacDonald’s on Saturday night when the pubs turn out and it paid a lot more too. She concluded by saying she was quite flexible about what she was prepared to do. I took this to be a coded message that she was available for sex.

Once we were back at home I offered her a cup of coffee and then we set to work She opened her case and spilled out her lingerie onto the couch and invited me to choose what she should wear. I selected a white basque, white stockings, white bikini knickers and black four inch stilettos from her wardrobe. She began to undress as I left to fetch my camera. By the time I returned she was almost ready and asked me to fasten the clips on her basque.

She looked delectable. Her dark black hair and vivid red lipstick perfectly complemented her white lingerie. I quickly obtained numerous shots of her standing sitting and lying on our large stone fireplace. For the next set of photos I chose a black half cup bra with matching mini briefs and black stockings and suspenders. Then, throwing caution to the wind, I told her to forget about the knickers and bra. Soon she was standing in front of me virtually naked. Her beautiful breasts Escort Bayan jutted out firmly without the restraint of her bra; she had beautiful hips a shaven pubis and long elegant shapely legs. God how I wanted to fuck her! I began photographing her again as she struck various poses. Without waiting to be asked she spread her legs wide to display her vagina for me; using her fingers to ensure it was wide open. She must have been aware of my erection bulging beneath my clothes.

Now I suggested we go up to the bedroom where I took a further series of provocative photographs of her lying and kneeling on the bed. Finally I asked her to take off her stockings and suspenders and photographed her nude. Afterwards we went out into the garden. She posed on the lawn, sitting on the patio and in amongst the shrubbery. I noticed that an hour had already passed and agreed to pay her for a further hour. We took a short break.

Back in the house she slipped on her flimsy dressing gown and accepted a glass of wine from me and asked what we would be doing for the next hour. Without any prompting from me she coolly asked me if I wanted to fuck her. When I said yes, she said it would cost me a further £80.

We returned to the bedroom. Laura lay naked on the bed and watched me undress. At my request she straddled me and began to fuck me while I played with her tits. Her cunt was tight and juicy. I managed to last just over five minutes before having a very pleasurable orgasm; afterwards we lay together resting, side by side on the bed. She began to play with my cock which quickly stirred into life. Soon I was fully erect again. She told me to stand up and then knelt down in front of me and began to suck my cock. Her mouth felt warm and inviting as she took four inches of my erection into her mouth. A tense erotic silence ensued as she busily sucked my cock. Five minutes later I ejaculated in her mouth.

Afterwards Laura asked if I wanted to fuck her again before she took a shower. I told her I needed ten minute or so to recharge my libido. We returned naked to the kitchen for more wine and Laura offered me a blue pill from her handbag. She leaned casually against the breakfast bar and watched as my cock grew to a full state of arousal again. I asked her to bend forward over the breakfast bar and I entered her from the rear and began to fuck her. I was more under control now and fucked her steadily for more than ten minutes. As I ejaculated she cried out with pleasure and I felt her orgasmic spasms gripping my cock. I was pleased that I had finally managed to give her some sexual satisfaction.

****

Beverley soon realised that her mild annoyance at Graham’s secret liaison with a young woman was misplaced. Their lives had moved on significantly. At least now she had some idea of the market rate for sexual services albeit several years ago. She was also interested in the idea of advertising her services as a photographic model as a prelude to sex.

The next day Beverley determined to conduct some live market research. Through an item on the business pages of a newspaper she had discovered that a business conference was taking place at a large hotel in a town about twenty-five miles away.

That evening dressed in a smart business suit and armed with a briefcase she drove to the hotel and sat alone at a table in the bar, apparently studying her papers and sipping a drink. After about twenty minutes a waiter came over to her table with a fresh drink and told her that it was with the compliments of two gentlemen sitting at the bar. After acknowledging their presence with a smile she sat sipping her drink and staring into space. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that the two men were approaching her table.

‘You look rather lonely here, may we join you?’ one of them Escort asked. Beverley nodded her assent. They introduced themselves as Bill and Eric. For no particular reason, except that it was her sister’s name, Beverley informed them her name was Susan. She crossed her legs taking care to show plenty of thighs and observed them eyeing her up. They still weren’t quite sure if she was a prostitute.

‘We were wondering if you would like to join us for a private drink upstairs in the bedroom,’ Eric said tentatively.

‘And why would I want to do that?’ Beverley asked coolly. An expression of relief spread across her two companions’ faces; she hadn’t reacted with outrage. Now they were fairly certain she was a prostitute.

‘Isn’t that the sort of thing woman like you do?’ Bill chipped in.

‘Possibly,’ Beverley replied but I’m a very expensive whore.’

‘How much do you charge?’ Eric asked.

‘That rather depends what you want me to do,’ Beverley responded evasively.

‘Well most girls charge about £200,’ Eric countered.

‘I take it you mean £200 each,’ Beverley replied, relieved that real money was finally being discussed. She decided to make a speculative play. ‘I’ll come upstairs with you both for two hours for £600,’ she replied, ‘but no rough stuff, no buggery and no photography. I don’t want photographs of you two fucking me all over the internet.’

Beverley was amazed when her two companions agreed; she had been prepared to be beaten down to £450. As the two men stood up she remained seated.

‘Cash in advance, please.’

After a token show of resistance the two men went off to find a cash machine. While they were away Beverley went into reception and asked for a large manila envelope and purchased a book of stamps. She addressed the envelope to herself at Brian’s flat. Soon Bill and Eric returned with three slim packs of notes. After discreetly checking that each pack contained ten £20 notes she stuffed them into the envelope and sealed it. Finally she followed them out of the room, pausing only to post her letter at reception.

Beverley studied her companions as they rode up in the lift to the fourth floor. They were conventional middle rank managers attending a boring irrelevant conference and eager to take the opportunity to have some fun while away from home. Beverley glanced at her watch as they stood aside to let her enter the bedroom; it was eight-o-clock. She was mildly amused at the pretence of decorum that their politeness implied; in ten minutes she expected to be lying on her back with her legs wide open.

It was a large five star double bedroom with an adjacent well appointed bathroom; perhaps she was wrong about their status; this was senior management accommodation. No wonder they hadn’t argued about her £600 fee; it would probably be going on their expenses. Beverley excused herself and retired to the bathroom. She undressed and took a shower. Afterwards she groomed herself carefully before putting on the expensive exotic underwear that she had brought with her.

Back in the bedroom the two men had begun to undress and the appearance of Beverley in her lingerie accelerated the process. Once the men were naked Beverley was struck by their powerful athletic appearance. Either one of them would have been able to totally overpower her if he wanted to. For the first time she felt a frisson of fear mingled with sexual excitement. She was sure she would enjoy being fucked by them; but there was no escaping the fact that she was alone in a bedroom with two rampant naked men who were complete strangers. Beverley unclipped her bra and through it aside and then removed her miniscule knickers.

‘I assume you guys want me to keep my stockings and suspenders on? Most men seem to prefer it that way.’ She looked at them Bayan Escort expectantly. ‘Well guys, I’m all yours for the next two hours. You can do pretty well anything you like with me. I’ll suck you off or you can come on my face or use my tits to masturbate with or anything else that takes your fancy.’

While the businessmen pondered this cornucopia of sexual delights, Beverley knelt down in front of Eric and took his cock in her mouth. She reflected that a few months ago she didn’t even like to suck her husband’s cock, never mind a complete stranger’s. Eric moaned and writhed with the exquisite pleasure of Beverley’s oral caresses and it wasn’t long before he filled her mouth with his warm semen. She opened her mouth to show him, before swallowing the sticky white emulsion. Remaining on her knees, the edged towards Bill and gave him the same delicious stimulation. As he came to frenzied climax he withdrew his cock from her mouth and sprayed his ejaculation all over her face from a distance of no more than two inches.

‘You really are a very very good whore,’ Bill said appreciatively as he watched his semen oozing down her face and dripping off her chin. ‘How long have you been doing this?’

‘That’s a trade secret,’ Beverley replied unwilling to tell them that they were her first paying customers.

After a brief visit to the bathroom to wash her face Beverley lay propped up on the bed and waited for her companions’ lust to stir back to life. To provide some additional stimulation for them she drew up her knees and spread her legs apart so that they could see the clear state of arousal of her completely bare cunt.

Once again Eric took the lead. As he approached the bed Beverley reflected on how aesthetically pleasing the appearance of a fully erect naked male was. Until comparatively recently the only cock with which she had been intimately acquainted was her husband’s. She used to take pleasure in handling his beautiful prick which she had assumed was much the same shape for every man. But in recent months she had discovered that, rather like women’s tits, cocks came in all shapes and sizes. Eric’s seemed to be about eight inches long, circumcised and of a very pleasing shape with a straight shaft with a well defined cap which would rub pleasingly against her clitoris.

As Eric inserted his cock into her cunt and began to fuck her she remembered that he was paying her and that her sexual needs were secondary. She sighed and moaned and writhed and uttered the occasional obscenity to encourage him into thinking that he was giving her a very good time. Inevitably he came without her having an orgasm.

Bill wanted to have her standing up against the door. He had a theory that women had evolved with long legs specifically so that they could have sexual intercourse in the standing position. His cock did seem to fit conveniently into her cunt but Beverley suspected he was having a fantasy about fucking a tart up against a wall in a backstreet. Who was she to spoil his fantasy?

During the next two hours her two companions made full use of her body although she was unable to remember exactly how many times each of them had ‘come’ in or on her body. While Beverley hadn’t had an orgasm herself she had quite enjoyed servicing her clients. When she finally retired to the bathroom to shower and dress she felt rather like a marathon runner at the end of a race; very pleasantly tired and utterly relaxed.

The two men had been very pleased with her performance and indicated that they would like to contact her again when they had a special client they were anxious to please. She felt quite virtuous about the prospect of boosting the export market and the country’s GDP; fornicating for Britain no less!

Beverley was home well before midnight and spent a pleasant half hour soaking in the bath and making mental calculations about how much she would be able to earn through a life of sin. Prudently she hadn’t yet given in her notice at the library although they were aware that she was considering doing so.

To be continued.

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On this Thursday night, the wind was blowing as a light drizzle fell from the sky. Michael was relaxing on the couch when he heard a knock at the door. Wondering who it could be, he got up and answered it. Standing there clad in a trench coat over stockings and heels, was Lauren.

Lauren had been “in the mood” all day and felt like surprising Michael by doing something alittle different and daring. So, she decided to go over there dressed only in sexy lingerie under a rain coat. With long brown hair loosely framing her oval-shaped face, and a sparkle in her eye, Michael knew she was up to something.

Their lips locked in a passionate kiss as he pulled her inside, wrapping Lauren in a bear hug and offering to take her coat. She declined, feigning the need to warm up a bit first. Taking a seat on the sofa, she watched as Michael disappeared into the kitchen. He returned with a bottle of chilled champagne, two crystal flute glasses and a bowl of fresh strawberries. After popping open the champagne, he poured them each a glass and handed her one. Then he grabbed a strawberry and dangled it over her mouth. She took it between her teeth and sucked on it, as she pressed her lips to his, opening them so he could taste the sweet fruit too.

Sitting down, they Escort Bayan sipped their champagne and continued to feed each other strawberries by mouth. Michael leaned over and started unbuttoning her coat, letting his fingers sensuously linger over each one. Suddenly, he realized that all Lauren was wearing underneath the coat was a black lace push-up bra and a purple satin garter belt with black lace trim. He slowly slid the coat from her shoulders and stared in amazement at her voloptuous figure, then picked up a piece of fruit and rubbed it between her large breasts, before devouring it in his mouth. She unbuttoned his shirt, took a strawberry and ran it down the center of his chest and back up again, wetting his skin before licking it clean. Tracing his nipples with the strawberry, then sucking the juice from each one. Lauren slipped off her heels and put her stockinged feet in his lap, massaging the bulge in Michael’s trousers with her toes, making his cock throb harder and harder. Then she wrapped both feet around his shaft, and started moving them up and down over the material.

Michael got up and headed for the bedroom. After a few minutes, Lauren followed with the filled champagne glasses and the bowl of fruit. Placing them on the night table Escort as she stared at him lying naked in the middle of the bed. She climbed on the bed and crawled over to him very slowly, not breaking eye contact. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and lowered her lips to his for a deep, wet kiss. His hands immediately went to her breasts, massaging them as they kissed. Then he cupped them in his hands, alternating between licking and sucking each nipple. Lauren took some champagne in her mouth, turned around and wrapped her lips around the bulbous head of his cock, before flicking her tongue underneath the rim. The hot and cold sensations making his body writhe beneath her, driving him wild. Licking her way down the shaft to his balls and sucking on them softly as Michael let a loud moan escape from his lips. This encouraged her to grab his ass and plunge his rod into her mouth. She started sucking it in and out, very slowly and sensuously. Teasing him with her expert tongue.

Grabbing her legs, Michael pried them apart and placed them around his head, positioning her pussy over his face. His cock never leaving her lips as she continued going down on him harder and faster. Swirling her tongue around his shaft as she moved her mouth up and down on his Bayan Escort prick, taking him in deeper each time as Michael sucked and tugged on her clit while fingering her wet pussy. Her orgasm erupted violently and she moaned loudly as his hot cum started to fill her mouth. She swallowed all of his seed and kept sucking until he was hard again for her.

After catching their breath, he pulls her to him for a long, deep wet kiss. Then Michael stands and picks Lauren up off the bed, carrying her over to the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist. He teases her clit with the tip of his cock before thrusting it all the way in, making her grunt with pleasure. Her back against the wall, holding onto him tighter while he fucks her slowly. Their naked bodies pressed together and moving as one. She grinds her pussy down on his prick, clenching her muscles and pulling him deeper inside of her love canal. He starts fucking her furiously, pounding that pussy harder and harder. Moaning loudly as waves of orgasms sweep over her body, the juices running down his shaft. Her pussy contracting tighter and tighter as he shoots his hot load deep inside her womb, milking all the cum from his body. Both of them sweating and breathing hard as he carries her back to the bed.

Michael places her down on the mattress gently and climbs into bed. Wrapping his arm around Lauren’s waist and pulling her closer to him. Their bodies fitting together perfectly, like two spoons. They spend the rest of the weekend in bed…

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DAY 1

You have never looked this beautiful.

You can only feel what is about to happen.

Because there is a silk blindfold draped across your eyes.

It is late at night. Mostly everyone else has left the office.

The thrilling danger of being caught makes this even more exciting.

You have always wanted to be ravished inside of your office.

You did not plan this.

But today is the day.

You look so sultry slightly bent over your desk.

The first thing you feel is your skirt being lifted.

You try not to quiver with anticipation.

Kneeling behind you he blows all around the edges of your outer lips.

You feel your panties continue to moisten.

You cannot stop pushing your sexy backside back and forth against him.

He notices this.

At first you try to deny your arousal.

It is too late. Your starved body is already betraying you.

He notices everything.

It’s as if he knows exactly what you need. No words are even needed.

The next thing you feel is his mouth connecting with the top of your panties.

Your panties are dragged down your legs by the edge of his lips.

You have never had your panties taken off of you like this.

His lips and teeth are relentless in their teasing.

The teasing aspect of this oral assault is arousing you even more.

You burn at the thought of being so exposed in such a vulnerable position.

At any moment you might be discovered.

And you can almost feel the tip of your clit rub back and forth against the edge of your desk.

You start to build up the friction even more. You feel yourself desperate to cum.

He lets you get in a few thrusts against the desk. It arouses him to see you like this.

He is ready to take control again.

You are not going to be allowed to release yourself just yet.

Something cold suddenly hovers just above you.

You cannot help but wonder if this is a small ice cube.

A few trickles of water slide down on to the top of your exposed clit tip.

You feel how cold the tingling sensation is against such a sensitive part of your outer pussy lips.

Not being able to see makes it all even more acute.

This sudden jolt has your pleasure pearl on full alert.

He proceeds to blow right against the same exact point.

So that the tip of your clitoris continues to expand outward and upward.

You feel the pleasure of the icy coldness followed by the fiery heat.

The tip of his lazy tongue licks all around the middle of your sexy clit tip.

The touch is light and fleeting. You are not able to find the exact rhythm that you need.

Slowly you feel his lips lapping up all of the moisture from the ice water.

You feel this start to mix with your swollen honey.

Your juices pool around the outer lips of your heavily congested vulva.

You desperately push back against him even more.

Your trembling clit pulsates back and forth in between your sexy legs.

It’s throbbing and aching for a more direct touch that will make it explode into flashes of the most intense light.

Delicate and precise clitoral stimulation has always been the trigger to your inner heat.

And the liquid lava that burns inside of you is starting to trickle outward from your sultry insides.

He notices.

You are nothing more than a lake of lust right now.

He aches and thirsts to taste more of you.

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DAY 2 – MORNING

The first session had ended yesterday rather abruptly.

Just before you were able to convulse into a full blown climax.

Today he needs to Escort Bayan feel more of you against his lips, mouth and tongue.

You are now on your office couch. There is a blindfold over your eyes, and your legs are over the top of his shoulders. There are soft pillows under you.

You could not be any more open and vulnerable. This continues to excite you.

Your skirt has just been uplifted. Your panties have been shoved to the side.

You can already feel the slight breeze sliding up your inner thighs.

Reaching around you he takes hold of the bottom swells and curves of your sexy cheeks and proceeds to uplift you even more.

So that there is little space between this open and eager and oral pursuit and your flooding juices.

Last night he dreamed and fantasized about how swollen and how soaking wet you actually get.

How he would give anything in the world to one day just have the chance of taking even just the slightest taste of you.

Today is his lucky day.

You can feel his two fingers thrusting in and out of your soaking wetness. Pressing inward and upward so as to get a good grip against your throbbing g-spot.

You are shocked by the sudden intensity.

You feel the tip of his tongue slide up and down your clitoral hood. This makes the end of the bulb even more pronounced.

He pulls the tip of your aching clitoris inside of his mouth and traps it in between his lips.

There is just enough pressure to feel the sexy sting. But not enough of the rhythm that you so desperately crave.

The juices are pouring out of you. He feels them drip down his chin. He can feel the wetness surround the tip of each finger.

Your soft moans fill the room.

He cannot hold off any longer.

Suddenly he takes the shaft of his throbbing dick in between the tips of his fingers and starts to trail the edges of the head all around the outer most edges of your trembling clit tip. Totally avoiding the tip of it so as to make it swell and stretch outward even more.

This increases the intensity of your moans.

Then you feel the head bear down right against the top of your swollen clit shaft.

So that the tip of your clit tip peeks out so sexily just above the top of his throbbing head.

He holds it totally still so as to enjoy your sexy, wet, and sweet honey coat the head of his pounding member.

Then the head starts to slowly glide up and down every single inch of your pulsating clit. All the way from the very top of the tip and all the way downward to the very bottom of the sexy shaft.

You feel it briefly against the underside of your clit and this makes you cringe with sensual agony.

So that your clit and the head of his throbbing dick are almost one and the same.

Giving your clit an all over massage with the slow and soft up and down motion that trails so lightly and so slowly.

You cannot help that you start to unconsciously and slowly lift upward with your sexy pelvis just to feel the edge of it all of the way against you.

No words are even needed at this point. He knows exactly what you need.

And as you come all the way upward you feel the head slide now just inside of the opening of your swelling inner lips.

He holds still so as to feel you squeeze and trickle all around him.

He pulls it slowly all the way out. Dragging it out of you so that he can hear the wetness that is collecting against the opening of your sexy inner walls.

You then feel a light tap against the top of your extended clit tip. Realizing this is the head of his dick makes you shriek.

This makes the head twitch back and forth against you. He is excited by your growing arousal.

The Escort head slides back inside of you. You feel it spin around and around like an out of control roller coaster. The sensation is most acute along the outer edges of your over heating inner walls.

Your wetness causes the head to expand inside of you even more. You cannot see anything because of the blindfold. But you can feel that he is very well endowed.

Suddenly the head is thrust outward yet again. He is not letting you sustain any kind of rhythm.

You feel a sudden slap against the middle of your trembling clit tip. This makes you scream even louder. You have always fantasized in private about having your clit spanked like this.

You can literally feel the tip of your swollen clitoris stretch and pull all the way outward from its protective hood. It feels ready to burst at the seams.

If he continues to slap your pleasure point so teasingly you worry that your juices may spray all over the couch. You already feel a small puddle starting to form underneath you.

You start to wonder if he will actually get you to the point in which you cannot help but beg.

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DAY 2 – AFTERNOON

Again this morning he has stopped just before the moment of climax.

It is almost as if he is testing your willpower with all of this teasing and constant stopping.

You know that you could have gone home last night and fingered yourself furiously.

The thought crossed your mind earlier to even go home for a quick lunch break.

The past two days have given you weeks of fantasy material.

But the release would have been all too quick. Even as satisfying as it may have been at the time.

All you know at this point is that you have never been on edge for such a prolonged period of time like this.

So you continue to allow yourself to just let go.

You vow to let him continue to control you.

He demands another session with you as the afternoon arrives. He liked how vulnerable you were on your leather office couch. He liked the blindfold over your eyes. He liked the proximity of co-workers right outside your door.

More pillows are thrust underneath you so as to elevate your wetness even more.

The first thing you feel this afternoon is just the edge of his dick.

The head pushes back upward inside of you. You almost hope it will never pull it out.

Again you feel yourself start to fall underneath this sensual spell.

He starts to slide in a sizzling like path all the way across the opening of your sexy tulip. The motion is slow and rather unsteady.

You come upward from the pillows now. You grind your sexy hips around and around so as to feel an even more firm and direct touch.

He can feel you gripping all around his dick. You are intent to trap him even more deeply inside of your yearning yoni.

You bear down with your inner swells. This makes him totally jerk inside of you. He feels you surround his dick in such a delicious and luscious way.

He feels the need to turn you inside out with every single inch of his dick until you can no longer even stand up any longer.

Your sexy and swollen insides are like a silk velvet glove all around him. The gripping vice like effect is threatening to become overwhelmingly intense.

You are desperate for him to remember you. You squeeze as tightly as you can so as to maximize his pleasure.

Hearing you moan and scream out loud is just driving him crazy.

Feeling your juices is forcing him to have to struggle along with you. This makes you feel even more connected.

Finally you feel a few inches of the shaft slide upward inside of you along with Bayan Escort the edges of the head.

He is moving the swollen head of his dick in a delicate up and down like motion inside of you that is as delicate as a butterfly’s wing. The shaft follows along in the same slow and soft vertical like movement.

“Feed me that sexy, wet, swollen juice that I cannot get enough of. Ah god, just like that. Pound it up and down against me. I need to feel exactly how eager you are. I am going to fill your sexy insides all of the way up with every single inch of my throbbing dick,” he exclaims.

“Oh god!” you shout.

And as you feel him down thrust even more you push and tilt your sexy pelvis upward so that he can slide even deeper up inside of you now.

You meet one another in the middle.

He senses you need something a little more firm and direct.

In one deep, firm, pounding like thrust you feel the head of his over heated lance slide all of the way upward inside of your scorching hot and sultry insides.

And as open and swollen as you are you are able to feel the head tickle the very back of your inner pussy walls.

He holds it still and feels you squeeze and soak all around the head.

The swollen sides of the shaft stretch you outward on either side of your swollen folds.

So that you can feel all of his thickness filling you up.

His dick seems to be so wide that you feel yourself struggle to try to envelope the entire shaft. The pull against your inner walls is excruciatingly delicious.

When the crown is buried all of the way inside, he flexes upward with the slightly curved head. You feel him start to curl and hook it all of the way upward.

Both ends of the shaft continues to grip you.

Finding the outer most edges of your swelling g-spot he holds completely still so as to feel the wetness flow down the head of his aching dick.

You feel him start to massage the back inner walls of your kitty in a back and forth up and down like motion.

The sharp and sudden thrusts feel like push up motions. In fact if you could see you would see his fists clenched on either side of you so as to make the angle of penetration even deeper.

He makes sure that the swells of the head continue to flex inward and upward so as to help maximize the friction against your pounding g-spot.

You start to lift and pull all of the way upward. You are helpless but to offer every single inch of your wetness for him to use.

The result is that he starts to push all of the way downward. Again he seems to sense exactly what you need.

Both his overheated dick and your scorching kitty are completely and totally connected.

Hearing him moan and the hearing the slapping of your skin against one another is starting to drive you up the wall.

Still this is not quite enough.

So you feel him reach around and take hold of the bottom swells of your outer cheeks so as to pull you even more upward against his pelvis.

He now can use your sexy derriere as more leverage.

The next thing you feel threatens to take your breath away.

He now starts to pile drive the entire length of his achingly swollen dick in and out of your sizzling, soaking wet insides. It is touching places inside of you that you never even knew existed.

This movement is so hard and so deep and so fast that you feel the edges of his swelling balls slapping against the outer edges of your glistening lips.

“Oh my GOD!” you start to scream. This makes his dick twitch even more.

You start to wonder exactly how long he can last. You have always fantasized about being pounded without mercy for a relentless amount of time.

You start to wonder if he can last all night long.

He literally aches to bury himself inside of you and to turn you inside out for hours and hours.

But this lightning quick motion is too intense and he wants to make the anticipation and build up make you burn even more.

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As usual, the air is thick with the vibration of anticipation as a I get up to leave. For a week Ann has been calling me at 5:30 in the morning to drive over and take a walk with her, as we work ourselves up towards getting in shape so that we can start running. It’s early in the new year, the resolutions have yet to get stale. They will. Each day, for the past week, the mornings have been heavy with talk of the relationship she just ended with her 40-ish year old boyfriend – a man twice her age, with three children, three ex-wives and who showered her with gifts long enough to loosen her knees and take her virginity.

Now, the bloom is off the rose – hell, the friggin rose is dead – and Vince is revealed as the self-centered prick that he is (what kind of person spends two hours showering and brushing his hair to get ready to go to work at a home-improvement store?) With his incessant calls, check-ins, where are yous? and what are you doings? Life has become a mild form of prison, and it’s back home for pretty, young Ann.

Though I know that we aren’t the type to date or have a long term relationship, there’s no use denying that Ann is an attractive young lady. With a refreshing casualness and tom boyishness, she dares the world to take her at face value, but she’s hiding a very feminine body under her loose sweaters and jeans. She has an infectious smile and is fast to laugh – two qualities that are hard to find. And she laughs at my jokes – I can already feel my defenses weakening.

“OK, well, I have to get going,” I say as I finish washing the last breakfast dish in the sink and place it in the small drying rack on the counter. I wash the last of the bits of uneaten food and soap suds down the drain and run the disposal to clean it out.

“Yeah, thanks for coming over.”

“Sure, thanks for having me – your potatoes were good.” It’s cold, she had complained upon calling him this morning – there had been no walk. You should come over, she suggested, we can make breakfast.

“The pancakes were great.”

“Thanks, I’m glad you liked them.” I can’t help but notice her lips. She’s got a great smile. I dry my hands on a dishtowel.

When she was together with Vince, we never talked. It was like the line was dead. But, within a week of her pulling the plug on their nine month fiasco which had seen them engaged and sharing an apartment, I had gotten an email from her that was one single line:

Hey, do you remember me?

Sure thing, I had thought, I wonder what she’s been up to. Little did I know that this recently virginal young lady had been learning the wonders of hand cuffs, body oils, cunnilingus and sex in hot tubs. So much for virginal. Not only that, but toss in intimate knowledge of strawberries, some shaving cream and a razor as well and you have a completely different young lady that the one I remembered. She had retained her candidness when discussing her sex life, hence I had become privy to a great number of what would usually be considered embarrassing tidbits of information. Including the one thing that she hadn’t done. Vince hadn’t pressured her on it and, she said, if he had really wanted her to, she would have been willing to try.

I turn to leave the kitchen and it is hard to avoid her eyes. They sparkle with good humor and mischief, that says she has an idea of the direction of my thoughts and a small smile curves her mouth. This morning was not spent in re-hashing her love life, but, as usual, the scent of sex-that-could-be still lingers intangibly in the air, we can feel the shadow of it lurking in the corners of our conversation.

I have yet to make a single advance towards her, nor she me, other than these daily meetings and what have Escort Bayan become long, lazy conversations on the phone (at which time she often casually reveals that she is lying naked, alone in bed). Not a single kiss or caress. No hugs or hand holding. The knowing smiles and electric silences, however, are at an all time high.

And it is thus that we find ourselves as I prepare to leave. I walk through the dining room and into the living room. Suddenly, as we stop by the side of the couch, I can feel myself throbbing and tenting out my shorts. I don’t know what has brought this on, perhaps it was those little smiles and knowing looks, but I have been hit, sledgehammer-wise by a freight train of desire. My pulse is racing and, for a moment, the room swims around me. I stumble sideways, reach a hand out and catch myself on Ann. Or rather, on Ann’s very pleasant breasts, which she is hiding under her pajama top and a terrycloth robe.

Quickly, I take my hand away, but she grabs it and holds it there.

“What happened? Are you alright?” she asks, as if she weren’t holding my hand to her chest. The color is high in her cheeks though, and that glitter in her eyes has turned into an inferno. The smile that always tugs on the corners of her mouth has taken on a distinctly nymphish quality and I no longer have any defenses at all. Stripped to the bone by a 19 year old girl.

Slowly and lightly, I circle the palm of my hand over her breast, I hear her breath catch just slightly and her hand pull mine in more firmly each time I stroke over her nipple. With my free hand, I raise my fingers to her mouth and trace the curves of her lips. There is no longer any disguising the hunger we both feel.

She leans into me, almost falls into my arms, and crushes her chest against me. As she arches backwards at the waist, I can feel myself press into her groin and hear her low moan and my body shudders in anticipation. Suddenly, I let her fall backward onto the couch. She let’s out a small cry of surprise and then giggles.

“What was that for? I thought we were doing pretty good.”

“We were, but in a second, we’re going to be doing even better.” I smile down at her. “Scoot forward, to the edge of the couch.”

Her head is tilted back as she looks up at me, and the curve of her neck is grace defined in the flesh.

“You remember that thing you told me you haven’t done?”

“Yeah.” She looks a bit uncertain, somewhat apprehensive. The game has changed a bit.

I grab her hands and raise them to the buttons on my shorts. “Let’s try it out,” I suggest.

She hesitates a moment, thinking, and it’s obvious to see that she’s curious. Her hands seem to move of their own accord and, in a moment, she has freed me and my shorts are kicked aside. I’m not a big man, my ex says that I’m fairly average in length, but thick. I doubt Ann has been face to face with anyone and she studies me interestedly. She smiles and watches my dick dance and throb to the beat of my heart. She ducks her head and rubs her cheek along the underside. An electric current of sensation runs through my body and I can hear her intake of breath.

“It’s so smooth,” she whispers. She inhales deeply of my musky scent and ducks her head again, her tongue slightly extended and gently probes the tip with it. My heart throbs in response and it, in turn, jumps against her face. She lets out a squeak of surprise and giggles again.

“You like that?” she asks, the breath of her question washes hot over me and I desperately want to bury myself in her mouth. But I don’t.

“Mmm, hmmm,” I respond, simply enjoying the sight of this young lady exploring me with her tongue. I don’t press her. I want her Escort to get comfortable and familiar with me.

“What do I do?” she asks with the candor I have come to enjoy so much.

I think for a moment. “This time, you do nothing.”

Eyebrows raised, she looks at me.

“Do you trust me?”

Her answer is quick and to the point. “I wouldn’t be sitting here with your dick in my face if I didn’t, now would I?”

I can’t help but laugh and that is choked into a gasp of surprised pleasure as she chooses that moment to take my head into her mouth. It’s hot, wet, intense pleasure for three long beats and then she lets me go. I want to grab her by the back of the head and pull her back on, but restraint wins again. My knees almost buckle with the struggle.

“What do you mean I do ‘nothing’?” She’s wearing a very knowing smile. She may not have experience, but all women have the ability to drive a man crazy bred into them. It’s hard-wired into their genes and she was running an an automatic that found its origins millenia in the distant past. She’s holding me in her hands and is lazily rubbing her fingers over the glistening crown of my dick.

I reach out and, holding her head in one hand, gently pressure her mouth open with the other. “Don’t move.”

Her eyes widen in sudden understanding, and the apprehension is back.

“Do you trust me? I repeat.

Uncertainty still in her eyes, she simply nods.

“Relax, I’m really hoping you’ll enjoy this. If it gets uncomfortable, push me away. I’ll stop.”

I wait a moment until I feel some of the tension slide out of her body. Slowly, I arch my back and lean my cock into her face. Her mouth drifts open wider and I can again feel her breath hot on me. My cock is straining for the sky in its enthusiasm and, using my thumb, I press it down and lean in further. An instant before I enter her mouth, her tongue darts out and she licks her lips.

Bliss. An explosion of hot pleasure shudders through my entire body. I can hear her suck in breath through her nose uncertainly, her eyes rolling up to look at me standing above her, her hand raised somewhat defensively, ready to push me back.

I rock my hips in a few short, lazy strokes, making sure I don’t go too deep. The electric pleasure is intense. By nature, I’m not a type that sleeps around and it has been two long years since the break up with my ex-wife and I haven’t enjoyed the pleasures of a woman in all of that time. The end of a long drought is at hand and I am savoring every fucking moment of it.

Her hands flutter at her sides and come to rest gently on the front of my thighs. Though I know Ann is doing well, I slip out of her mouth and look down at her. Panting, she looks up at me. “You OK?” I ask.

Deep breaths, not gasps like she was suffocating, but the kind that say, Give me a minute, will you? I need to get ahold of myself. She nods and her smile is radiant and hungry. “I love the way it fills up my mouth, and it’s so smooth.”

I lean in and she opens her mouth quickly. Once more I am enveloped in waves of pleasure. Again I rock slowly, watching as the first couple of inches of my dick disappears into her mouth and then reappears, glistening and flushed with blood.

I keep the strokes slow and short until I hear her breathing synch with the rocking. Then, slowly and gently, I begin to increase the lenth of the rock until more of my dick feels the furnace of that warmth. Soon, nearly half of it finds a home in her mouth and I am beginning to feel the first signs of my impending explosion.

I whisper to her, as I rock, “When I cum, don’t try to swallow, it’s OK. Just let me keep fucking your mouth.”

When she realizes Bayan Escort that I intend blasting away in her mouth, I can hear her breathing faulter and her hands jump up to the sides of her face. But she’s game, she doesn’t push me away.

The waves of ecstacy are rolling over me faster and faster and I can’t help but thrust forward eagerly. Hands that were, moments ago, poised to push me away, have now reached around me and are pulling me into her face with ever increasing force. With each stroke I bury my entire length in her mouth, her head canted back at an angle. I can hear her breath stop each time my cock slides deep into her throat, but her hands never let up their pressure. I gently reach out and run my hands along her cheeks and lift her hair away from her face.

At my unexpected, gentle, touch, she groans in surprised pleasure and the vibration sends a massive shock through my body and I stumble backward.

“Oh fuck,” I breath, “what the hell was that? That was incredible.”

In a seeming desperation, she reaches out, grabs me by the shirt and pulls me back in. Looking up at me – “Fuck me, please. Oh please, fuck my mouth.” She grabs my cock and pulls it down and nearly swallows it whole. Her hands jump to my ass and pull me forward. I moan as the pleasure grips me again. Grabbing the sides of her head to steady her, my hips begin rocking furiously, pressure building quickly, I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer. Stroke by stroke, I am buried completely in her mouth. She is pulling me tight and hard against her with every thrust and my hands make fists in her hair at the sides of her head.

Her breathing is fast and frantic – when she can get air – but she doesn’t push me away – she pulls me in. And then I feel it again, she’s groaning and the vibrations that ripple around my cock are incredible and they cascade through my body in waves of pleasure that defy words. They start at the base and cycle outward through joint and bone and turn muscles to jelly.

The pressure in my cock is at a bursting point and I can feel the sac of my balls tighten in anticipation.

“Oh shit,” I breath, “oh shit, oh shit, oh shit -“

She’s groaning around me and pulling me harder than ever, she knows I’m about to explode in her mouth, but she doesn’t want me to stop.

“Ohshitohshitohshitohshit,” I’m gasping. My hands are tight into her hair and I’m pulling her hard against me as I thrust forward into her. There isn’t a smallest portion of the length of me that her mouth doesn’t know.

“Oh shit!” and then I’m cumming, wave after wave is bursting in her mouth, I’m still thrusting and she’s still pulling. I can hear and feel her near squeal of pleasure as she feels me swell and burst repeatedly in her mouth. Ripples of cum are leaking from her lips in a cascade and dropping in stringy lines down her chin and onto her bathrobe.

As the shudders that are jackhammering through my body subside, my thrusting slows to a lazy, contented rock. Ann is grinning from ear to ear. Her mouth and chin are glistening with cum. Her curls are in complete disarray around her face, her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are wide. She’s kissing the underside of my cock and catching the little bits of cum that dribble out on her tongue and rubbing my dick over her lips with her hand.

“Wow,” she says.

“Wow,” I agree smiling. “Aren’t you glad you trusted me?”

“Oh yeah,” she nods. Then she leans forward and with one long, very pleasant, lingering suck of my cock she cleans the length of me. Using the corner of her bathrobe, she reaches up and dries me. She wipes her face clean as I put my shorts back on.

“So, should I keep an ear out for your call tomorrow morning?” I ask with a smile.

“Mmmm hmmm!”

And I turn and leave her flushed and wide eyed on the couch, the fingers of one hand drifting slowly over her lips, the other resting on her lap, looking forward to tomorrow’s visit.

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He was sitting at home feeling sorry for himself again. He was horny more than anything, and he can’t seem to find a lady who would even try to be with him. His friends were coming over to take him out for his birthday and he needed to get ready.

He had to wait for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room and the loud music. Once that was done he looked around the room, it was filled with lovely, young sexy ladies of all size and colors. As he moved around the room he noticed one lovely lady sitting by her self in the back. She was kind of on the heavy side, but her face showed a bright, sunny free sprinted person. He walk over and ask if the seat next to her was taken. She told him it wasn’t and he sat down.

“What brings you here tonight?” she asked him.

Laughing, “My friends thought I needed to get out and have some fun.” he told her laughing.

“Mine too, but to me this isn’t fun, I’m more bored than ever” she said.

“Would you like to dance?” he asked her.

She shook her head no, telling him she really couldn’t dance with kind of music. He moved closer to her, his thigh pressing against hers.

“That’s ok, I’m not into this music either, Would you like to go outside and talk there.” he asked her.

Smiling she told him yes she would love that. He took her hand and lead her outside, finding a picnic table near the back of the building. It was secluded and quiet. They sat and talk about the weather, what kind of work they do and kids. They talk about everything but sex, what they most wanted to talk about.

“So why did your friends think you needed Escort Bayan to get out?” she asked him.

“You want the truth or something else?” he asked.

Smiling, ” The truth,” she said.

“My friends thought I needed to get laid, only problem with that is one look at my size and the ladies run for the hills.” he said laughingly.

“What do you mean size?” she asked.

“My cock baby,…I’m big” he told her.

“How big are we taking about?” she asked. “Show me, I promise not to run.” she added.

He stood up walked around in front of her, looked around, making sure no one was around. His fingers slowly pulled her zipper down, reaching in and pulled out his semi hard cock out.

“Oh my, you are big that’s for sure, but I don’t see why the ladies would run from it” she told him.

He turned to the side and started stroking his cock making it harder.

“MMMMMM, that’s cause it’s not full length yet.” he moaned, as his stroking became faster.

When he was close to cumming he stop stroking and showed her just how big he was.

“See now you see why they run, I’m to big for them to handle.” he said.

She moved down to the bench and looked up at him smiling.

“I’m not running, It might not fit inside me but I would love to hold and lick it, maybe suck on the head if you would like me too.” she told him.

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, she wanted to touch him, and he wanted it too. Even if she didn’t want to go any further.

“Yes, I’d like that very much.” he said softly.

She reach out, her fingers Escort trailing down his length, stopping to cup his balls. She lean in and lick the under side of his cock, making him groan. She open her mouth and closed around the tip, sucking and licking it at the same time.

“OH baby, I think we better find some where more private to do this.” he groaned.

“Not yet, I want to taste you first. cum for me, cum in my mouth” she told him.

She push her mouth down his cock, taking about half of his 12 inches in. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

“OH GOD BABY I’M CUMMING!!” he grunted, hips jerking.

His cum blasted the back of her throat first, then started filling her mouth. She licked and swallowed every drop of cum he gave her, licking his lips. She sat back and look up at him.

“I think it’s now time to leave. I want to feel you naked next time to me for the rest of the night.” she whispers to him.

He puts his cock back in his pants, zips up and takes her hand.

“We better tell our friends we’re leaving” he said.

She sat next to him, touching his thigh, rubbing it.

“Take me home Frank, take me home and make love to me” she whispers in his ear, as she kisses and licks him.

“You keep that up we wont make it home” he groans.

He pulls into his driveway and into his garage and turns off his car. She gets out and walks over to his side, opening the door for him. Telling him to come on.

“I’m sorry I’m afarid you’ll leave, I know I shouldn’t feel this but I do.” he told her.

She steps back and slowly undress’s. Bayan Escort he watches as she reveals her large lovely breasts. She cups them lifting them so he can see her large nipples. He feels his mouth watering at the sight. He gets out and closes the door takes her hand and leads her inside and down the hallway to his bedroom. He quickly takes off his clothes, and lays back on the bed. She finishes undressing, then walks over to him, climbing on top of him.

“MMMMMM, I want to feel your hard cock sliding deep inside of my pussy, fuck me Frank.” she told him.

He lifted her and she reach under and grab his cock, holding him as he lowered her pussy down. She was so wet and hot, after about 5 minutes of sucking the tip in, his cock head pop inside.

“OH FUCK!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS” she cried out.

“SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!” he hissed.

She twisted,rotated her hips till she had almost all his cock inside her pussy. She was tried and needed to lay down.

“Get on top Frank, I want you there” she begged him.

He turned them around, pushing her legs up onto his shoulders, with his hands holding her ass cheeks. He started moving in and out, turning this way and that way. Inch by inch he was sliding deeper and deeper in her pussy.

“OH BABY FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD” he groans.

“OH Frank fuck me, FUCK ME HARD.” she cry’s over and over.

He moves faster and faster, driving his cock in as deep as he could, he was close to the edge. She reaches between them and cups his balls, he loses it.

“OH FUCK I’M CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!” he screams.

“OHHHHHHHHHH… GOD… I’M CUMMINGGGGGG!!” she groans.

Breathing hard still he turns her on her side, lifts her leg up, over, and around. Still inside her he pulls her back against his chest. whispering things in her ears as they both fall asleep together.

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