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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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After the hotel incident I dumped Lance. What more can I say. He was a bit weird to be honest and he wanted me to go back to that hotel but I didn’t. The sex became rather boring as well.

However I did give the loner my number and I asked him on a date, and then he asked me on one, all innocent. Now we are on our third. His name is David. He is a generally all round nice person, with a slightly kinky side like myself. He’s a lecturer at the university, but thankfully none of mine.

We were out in the countryside, hidden under a giant weeping willow, its long drooping branches hanging down hiding us from the rest of the world. A blanket was spread out on the ground and there was champagne, strawberries and other finger foods. I had rapidly grown tipsy on the champagne and decided to hug the tree and thank it for making such a romantic tent for us. With a giggle I tried to wrap my arms round the trunk. David joined me with the remark, “maybe I should thank it for letting me be here with a Escort Bayan gorgeous girl like yourself.”

I giggled again and then gasped as he pretended to miss the tree and got my breasts instead. He released one breast and let his hand run down my side and then to the bottom hem of my dress. He gently nudged my legs apart and I could feel myself growing wet at the thought of him taking me roughly up against the tree. Finding I had no knickers on he commented in my ear heavily, “ooh, you are a naughty girl.”

I giggled again and put my hand to the crotch of his jeans and rubbed hard. He moaned, “very naughty.”

“Take me up against this tree. Be the hunter ravishing the girl he found in the woods picking flowers.”

“Very, very naughty.” He nibbled at my ear as he undid his belt and jeans and undid the buttons of my dress so he could get at my breast. I moaned as he tweaked my nipple.

He searched for my sex and dipped his finger in and my moaned as my sex grabbed Escort at his finger as if to pull it deeper inside me. With another moan I released it only to find his cock pressing up against my sex instead. My breathing became heavier at the thought of his cock thrusting in and out of me. He pushed into me and I leant against the tree, arching my bum up so he could get more of his cock in. It didn’t last. He growled in annoyance and then took me by the arm, “come to the blanket.”

I followed obediently, wanting that cock back inside me more than anything else. He lay down and pulled me down with him. I hitched up my dress and then knelt over his cock, I was now in control.

“Are you playing with me now?”

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.” I smiled teasingly at him. I rubbed myself against his upright cock and he moaned. He reached into my dress and grabbed my breasts. I moaned at the feel of his palms rubbing hard against my nipples. I leant forward and gave him a kiss. A rush Bayan Escort of cool air ran pass my sex making me grab a breath.

Taking me by surprise he took hold of my hips and pushed me down on my cock, “no more playing.”

“Who said I was.” I moaned as I began to ride him. I sat up, my breasts falling from the dress. I took one of his hands and slipped it under my dress to my clit. His finger began to rub and I arched my back as I began to feel myself coming.

I didn’t even realise at first but I must have been holding my breath as I gasped as a shuddering orgasm ran through me. I collapsed on to his chest but carried on moving over his cock although now it was only the tip of it in. I felt his moaning breaths in my ear as the intensity of sensitiveness rose in his cock. He lifted his legs pressing his cock further in. I slowly sat up and rode him hard, up and down, he pressing me on to his cock. With a “fuck” he came. Then he pulled me down by my hair and kissed me hard on the lips. Releasing me he muttered, “naughty girl.”

I just smiled at him.

We lay on that blanket most of the afternoon, lazily enticing each other into more sex. But why should I tell you more when there will be more to come, I’m sure…

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Katelyn tossed and turned from side to side in bed. It had been a long day at work – nearly double her expectations before her shift – but she was where she had longed to be all day, and now she couldn’t sleep. Typical. Rolling over, Katelyn’s mind wandered off onto the events of the evening, finishing work and seeing her boyfriend of over four years – oops, she corrected herself, she was still getting used to considering Adam her fiancé, even though it had been nearly two years since he went down on one knee, albeit under unusual circumstances. Katelyn began to think back to that moment, how Adam’s proposal perfectly suited his personality and the way he was with her. Adam’s “unconventional” way of asking Katelyn to wed him was to, traditionally, go down on one knee for her, but in the shower, with no ring. Katelyn accepted and never looked back, she just giggled as he clasped his lips over her right nipple on his way back up.

Things had moved on a lot since then, but the sexual ad dominant nature of Adam still balanced perfectly with his loving and romantic gestures and his occasional submissive side. Oh yes, Katelyn enjoyed control every now and then! As her thoughts continued to wander, she considered why she couldn’t sleep after spending the last couple hours with Adam, and how her line of thought had led her to Adam’s sexual nature, his dominance, his submission. Katelyn dug deep into her feelings to understand why sleep eluded her and why these thoughts were so prominent Escort Bayan to her. She snaked a hand down her body, under the waistband of her pyjama bottoms and, rather nervously, into her pants to immediately be welcomed by the heat and wetness of her sex. She couldn’t sleep, because she was horny. Not a fat lot she could do about that.

—

Adam headed home, after picking Katelyn up from work he’d spent the evening curled up on sofa with her watching mindless TV, thinking of what they coming days would bring. One more day of work then he had four days off, and the time off couldn’t come soon enough. It didn’t help that he was still adjusting to working life, being only two months into his university placement, and that he’s previously over-active sex life with his fiancée was currently dwindling on a couple of times a week – maximum! Adam couldn’t help where his thoughts went when he looked at Katelyn, she was drop dead gorgeous, had an amazing body – one that was currently showing the rewards of her recent months of hard work on the treadmill, lifting weights and healthier eating.

Katelyn had been tired tonight; Adam had known that and so had kept his thoughts to himself. Lately he was just dying for the time to be intimate with Katelyn for long periods of time – the main issue of them both still living apart with their respective parents.

Adam had spent the tail end of the night lying on the bed with Katelyn snuggled into his shoulder Escort and drifting off to sleep, whilst his thoughts pondered his sexual wants, desires and his – as of yet – unachieved acts. Adam thought of how he was missing long intimate sex, the kind of sex where he kissed his way down Katelyn’s body over time, where he slowly stripped her down in accordance with his kisses, where he stroked his hands over her body and had her squirming and writhing before he even touched anywhere “sensitive”. He missed his hand between her legs, cupping her sex and stroking between her lips whilst feeling the wetness multiply and gather on his finger(s). He missed sitting between her legs and making her cum by stroking her g-spot, kissing her as he stroked her clit, staring into her eyes as he touched her most delicate and private of places. He missed the foreplay that lasted for hours, the sex that wasn’t rushed, the climaxes that came out of nowhere rather than being eagerly awaited.

However, no matter how much Adam missed this, his desires were never the same since him and Katelyn had developed into d/s. Katelyn, when asked, didn’t consider them to be a ‘kinky’ couple, per say, but the bag containing vibrators, dildos, handcuffs, blindfolds, spankers, floggers, balls gags, butt plugs and a spreader bar that sat next to Katelyn’s bed told a very different story to the inexperienced. There were still items in there that they were yet to try and, no matter how much Adam craved Bayan Escort the long intimate sex, his thoughts always lead…kinkier.

He thought of sex, of the sex he craved, thought of how he wanted to make Katelyn scream. His thought path continued into the noise screaming would make, then his mental image of the sex scene changed – Katelyn was now writhing and cumming…silently, biting down on the ball gag in her mouth as her body spasmed. He considered noise escaping her mouth and then bending her over and christening their new spanker – double sided (one leather, one satin) for different sensations and different levels of punishment. He imagined the moans and screams of appreciation that the spanker would illicit from Katelyn, how she would try to keep quiet because she understood that noise had gotten her into the situation in the first place. Most of all, Adam imagined how her sex would stain the spanker, how her scent would fill the air and how she would be on the brink of orgasm from the dominance he portrayed.

Adam’s thoughts wandered on, to fantasies of Katelyn having her legs spread – through the use of a spreader bar – whilst having her hands secured above her head, attached to a ceiling chain. He imagined her standing in the middle of the room like this, blindfolded and gagged, inhaling sharply as he flogged her, then kissed along the marks, shaking uncontrollably as he touched her just close enough to her most pleasurable places to inflict awareness and hope, but no close enough to illicit pleasure. These thoughts were tucked away for future times, the dynamics of their relationship together, the d/s aspect at least, was a long way away from reaching this crescendo, both in application and in mindset.

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This was the first time I’d ever gotten in a taxi cab at the request of one guy (Guy

), so I could go to an apartment and be licked and fucked by another guy (Guy

). It felt weird. Well… no, not weird; it felt just plain wrong! But hey… I agreed to do it, and I was already promised there would be alcohol, as much as I needed. In my head, I knew I might end up needing a lot.

Guy

texted me as I was on the way, assuring me I could back out if I wanted to. I thought about it, but Guy

had texted me, too, and told me he had been hard all day thinking about this date. Hmmm… no, I wouldn’t be backing out. That familiar tingle between my legs let me know I wanted this as much as Guy

wanted me to want it, maybe even more.

Still, when I left the cab and walked into Guy

‘s building, I spent some extra time in front of a giant wall mirror. I’m no beauty queen. I’m five-two, slim but curvy, not a waif. I’m not one of those extravagantly gorgeous island girls. My wavy Filipina hair and light brown skin might seem exotic to some guys, but to my own eyes, it’s easy not to see me in a crowd of fabulous beauties we have here. Despite not feeling like a ten, I did what I could to look as sexy as possible. I had just enough plunge in my neckline and just enough lift in my bra to send the message I was not going to be hard to get.

But in the elevator, it hit me all over again: I’VE NEVER MET THIS GUY, AND NEVER EVEN CHATTED WITH HIM! Guy

set it all up, did all the chatting, told Guy

what I liked, what Guy

wanted him to do to me. “Just go!” he said. “I know people. This will work out. I know you. I know him.” … No, you don’t know him! Was I crazy for being here? Should I just go ho-

DING! The elevator door was opening. Shit! What to do? I let the door close. I waited. Get out!, I thought. I hit the button and the doors opened again. I stepped out into the hall. I heard the doors closing behind me and I turned. The back wall of the elevator was mirrored. I saw myself, my face, the skin of my breasts at the neckline of my dress… I smiled at myself. No ten, maybe, but definitely fuckable, if I can say so myself. Then, done. The doors were closed. The elevator started moving down again. That was that. Here it was, my first night cuckolding my boyfriend. I’m here now, I thought, and I’m ready!

We had a plan. (Actually, it was Guy

‘s plan, but I never hesitated to agree to any of it.) Out of the elevator, I was to text Guy

, tell him I was here. He’d open the door, to spare me the indignity of ringing his doorbell like a cheap hooker. (Cheap hell!, I thought after we arranged this. I wasn’t cheap. I was FREE…! I actually laughed at that. It’s not as depressing as it sounds when you type it in a story.) When I saw the door open, I’d walk to it, enter on my own, and he’d greet me inside. Then, it would all start. I took out my phone…

There were three texts from Guy

. (Does that sound impatient or obsessive on his part? It’s neither, really. He was very hot for this. He told me what to expect from him, and how to respond.) I opened every message, and replied to the last one. “I’m in the hallway now. Call you soon.”

I texted Guy

. A door opened at the end of the hall. I took a deep breath and walked. I pushed open the door and stepped into a dimly lit foyer. I kicked off my shoes and slid into a soft, lovely pair of slippers lined up near the door. Then I turned to find my host, and… Oh, my!

He couldn’t have been more different from Guy

. (I should tell you now, I will marry Guy

, if he ever asks. I’ve never been more attracted to a total person, and I’m all his, but…) This man was a little over six feet tall. He had a warm smile surrounded by a gorgeous face, topped by surfer blond hair. Men like this never approached me. I chatted with a few guys who said they looked like this, but when the time came to cam up or arrange a date, POOF! They vanished, wouldn’t even return my texts. I eventually learned not to take it personally, but you know… women and rejection; it’s never easy. But anyway, here… here he was! Every tall, sexy inch of him was standing right there. I was still trying to catch my breath when he moved toward me and held out a hand very gently.

–Hi, Helen. I’m Alex.

How do you stay calm when you’re dying to rip your own clothes off right there? … But like I said, we had a plan, and that was the whole reason I was here. I controlled myself and took his hand, hoping my smile didn’t make me look like some dreamy school girl, which is exactly how I was feeling.

–Hi, Alex. Nice to meet you.

He invited me into the living room. When he turned to lead me there, my nervousness came back. I was close to hyperventilating again, but not because he was such a hunk. I really didn’t know this man, and I was now following him into his apartment. No one knew I was here, except Guy

, and he wasn’t even in the same city tonight. What if-

–You said you liked a drink to relax. What would you like?

Alex was moving behind a bar at the far end Escort Bayan of his living room.

–Rum and Coke, if you have it.

–Sure. Have a seat anywhere. I’ll fix it for you.

I sat at the end of the coffee table, in a chair for one. He brought drinks and sat on the sofa to my right. We both knew why I was here, but he kept a respectful distance. He made small talk. I drank, looking over the edge of my glass at just how absolutely delicious he looked. He smiled a lot. He offered another drink. I accepted.

This might have been the first time I was caught between two men, but it wasn’t my first time meeting a stranger, not exactly. A few months after my husband left me, a friend finally talked me into trying online dating. I opened a profile on an adult site, one recommended by a workmate. I was a little surprised she recommended an adult site like this one, but she said it didn’t have to be all about sex, not if you wanted to start with something platonic. That seemed like a relief, but it really wasn’t. Every time I signed in, there they were: happy naked people. Guys had their cocks hanging out. Women pushing their tits together and sticking out their tongues. It was all new to a Catholic woman like me, a married and faithful Catholic woman, who sang in the choir every Sunday. It was new, but not shocking. In fact I was shocked that it wasn’t shocking. I liked it, which was what really shocked me.

I liked it so much I signed in sometimes just to browse pictures. I didn’t even bother answering messages. I spent hours looking at cocks, all kinds of them, all colors. I felt myself getting wet. I felt an urge to look at the profiles behind the pics, but what was I going to write… ‘Hi!”….? I finally saw a headline and a face I liked, and I broke my cherry. I sent a message. By the end of that week, I had sent over a dozen, and the replies were insane. When I looked at my inbox, a dozen “hellos” had earned me over a hundred replies. I didn’t even try to answer them all, but I eventually struck up chats with two guys I liked, and I was quick to learn all the jargon. I was “camming up” and doing video chats. Dick pics, 3somes, swinging, hotwife… a whole language for a whole new world was what I walked into, and the more I learned the more I liked it all.

Finally, I had the courage to go on a date with a man I had been chatting with. It was just a normal date. We had drinks, a meal, small talk, some awkward silences. I caught myself wondering why I had wasted six months online if this kind of dating was all there was. But then, during one of our silences, he opened up in a whole new way. He said he had hesitated asking me out, because of an answer I had given in my profile. “What was that?” I asked.

–You said you preferred average cocks. I was disappointed.

My first blush on a date in ten years. I gave my standard reply to embarrassment. “Oh, hahaha! Okay.” Another silence followed. He broke it again.

–Can you guess why I hesitated?

I could feel myself swallow hard. I felt sweat suddenly beading on my forehead. I took a drink.

–Can you guess?

–Maybe. Hahaha.

–Want to guess? Or do you want to find out?

He took out his cock in the backseat of the taxi. He pulled my hand to it and made me jerk it off. “Oh, wow!” I said, trying to whisper, but too late. He put it away. At the hotel, he put me against the wall right inside the door and kissed me.

–You said online you wanted to explore. Is this okay?

–YES!

I sucked him. It was the biggest, longest cock I had ever seen. (He was only the fourth man I’d ever been with.) I asked him to be gentle, but after my first orgasm, with him behind me, I got on top of him and rode him like I hadn’t had sex in years. He didn’t give me a chance when he came, shoving his cock in my mouth and making me swallow it all. I did. And then I wanted more. When he fell asleep, I went to the bathroom and spent a long time looking in the mirror. I got dressed and went home.

And I got back online, that night.

My next date was with the man who turned out to be Guy

in this story. It wasn’t a date, actually. We planned a dinner, but when he walked up to the taxi stand where I was waiting, I said to myself, “I know exactly what that man will do to me later.” He was sex on two feet. When he said my name, I said yes. Then he said, “Keep saying that—saying yes–all night.” That was how he greeted me, and he took my hand and helped me into a taxi.

–I think we can skip dinner, don’t you?

–Yes.

–I have a great hotel room, want to see it?

–Yes.

We walked off the elevator. He told me to stop just as he opened the door.

–You’re going inside. I’m giving you ninety seconds. In ninety seconds, I’m coming in, and I’m going straight to the bedroom. You’re going to be naked, on the bed, on the edge, you’re legs spread wide.

–Okay.

–Quiet.

–Okay.

–You’ll pull your feet up as high as you can. I’m going to kneel down on the floor and lick your cunt. Escort Eady?

–Yes.

And that’s exactly what I did, and what he did. The only thing I recall about the undressing was that I did it as fast as I could and that I never doubted for a second he meant every word of his instructions. I got on the bed and scooted my ass to the edge. I laid back and spread my knees, grabbing my ankles and lifting my feet as high as I could. Then I waited.

He walked in and knelt on the floor, his bald head smooth in the soft gold light of the room, and his blue eyes on my pussy.

–When did you realize you were a whore, a cock-loving little whore?

He licked before I could answer. I was throbbing already, and nearly erupted when his tongue parted my lips and started slurping every drop I could give him.

–OH, GOD!! WHEN I GOT ONLINE!!

–You liked all that filthy sex and naughty pictures?

–YES I DID! FUCK! FUCK!!!

–Am I the first you met?

–NO!

–Was it good, the others?

–YES IT WAS!!

–Big dicks?

–YES! FUCK! FUCK! HE WAS FUCKING BIG!!

–Try me now.

–OKAY!! YES!! FUCK ME!!!

He stood up and dropped his pants. I never saw it, but he shoved his cock in me, and I came right away. He pounded me like a machine. He rolled me over and never took me off his cock. I was on my knees and he was reaching me so deep I was crying out for help. (I really did scream, “HELP ME!” It made us both laugh, and we stopped fucking for a second, but just a second.)

He fucked me for two days. I swallowed more loads of sperm than I had in all my life before that. When he had to leave on Sunday night, he said, “Are we a couple?”

–I hope so.

–Me, too.

That was six months ago. He lives a few hours from me, and we purposely keep our meetings infrequent. He still meets women for blowjobs or whatever he wants. I met three other men after I met Guy

. He doesn’t care what I do, as long as I promise to report back to him. I always do. We’re a couple. He’s my man. I’m his whore.

When he mentioned Guy

to me—Alex, although I never was given his name—he said it was to see how far I’d go for him. He told me a guy online liked women who swallow and no-strings sex. My guy told Alex that I was his for a night, total ownership. My guy wanted Alex to ‘turn me,’ to make me want Alex more than I wanted my own man. I didn’t understand but I supposed it was a guy thing.

When Alex went to fix my second drink, I watched him closely, and I knew why my guy had chosen him. In my profile, I described my dream man. Guy# 1 didn’t fit the description—not very tall, muscular, bald, facial hair. I wrote that I wanted a tall, lean, clean-shaven white guy. Even though I had fallen in love with my guy, he often mentioned my dream guy, when we chatted or when I got back from a one-night stand. No, I had never met a guy like I described, and I even went back to my profile and deleted what I wrote. My guy was perfect.

But here, a little tipsy and watching Alex walk and fix drinks, I knew why I was here, with this man. If some other man were ever to get my attention, this would be the guy. I heard my phone buzz, and I opened a message from my man. “Well…?” I wrote back:

“Not now. Alex and I are busy.”

I knew that would send him over the edge. He sent no reply. I was in the game now, and I put my phone away when the second drink arrived.

–Was that Bill?

–Forget him.

(Now you know Guy

‘s name!)

We laughed, and we chatted. He sat closer to me than he had before. A few times he playfully patted my arm and I loved the tingle it gave me. I finished my second drink and asked if I could go to the bathroom. He showed me where it was. When I came out, I sat in a different chair, at a small dinner table just near the bar area. I sent Bill a text. “Nothing yet.” When I looked up, Alex was not in the living room. Before I could turn to look for him, I felt his hands on my shoulders. He was behind me, sliding my dress down my arms.

–Oh! You surprised me!

–No, I didn’t. You came here to get fucked.

–Yes, I did.

–Because at home, there’s nothing good happening.

–No, there isn’t.

When my dress hit the floor, he turned me to face him. He bent to kiss me, and it was as deep and longing as any kiss I ever had. Behind my back he undid my bra and flung it away. He lifted me and set me down on the table, bending lower to suck my nipples, sliding my panties off as he made my tits feel electric. I threw my head back and moaned.

–Bill’s waiting.

–FUCK HIM!

–For a text.

He handed me my phone and walked into the bedroom. The light came on. I opened my phone.

–CALL NOW!!

That was the plan. For the first time, Bill was going to call and listen as I got fucked. It was the only part of the plan I wondered about. (Do men enjoy that? I don’t think women do.) But hell, now I didn’t care if he was here standing next to the bed. I was ready for a dream fuck, and so was my Bayan Escort dream hunk.

Alex pushed me onto my back and had his mouth on my pussy when the phone rang. I was in between moans and panting, breathless, when I answered.

–Yeah! Oh, GOD! Hello!

–What’s he doing now?

–He’s licking my clit! AAAAGGGGGHHHH!

Bill couldn’t see my hands sunk deep into Alex’s hair, couldn’t see me writhing and squirming. His mouth was all over me down there. He lifted my legs high, my hips followed, and he tongued my ass, a first for me.

–AAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH! SHIIIIIIIIIIT OH GOD!

–What? What’s he doing?

–AGH! AGH! Licking my ass. SHIIIIIIIIIT!

–Do you like it?

–WHAT? AAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Then Alex did something else I never felt before. He slid a long, slender finger inside me, and as he worked his hand on me, I started to shoot a hot liquid out of my pussy. I never felt anything like it. It was like six orgasms hitting me all at once. Bill got an earful then.

–OH GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!

–WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?

–I DON’T KNOW!! I’M CUMMING ALL OVER THE FLOOR!!!!!!

I screamed, literally screamed like a woman being murdered. I looked down there and saw jet streams of pissy juice going everywhere. Alex was working his finger like a jackhammer. Whatever came out of me just flowed and flowed. Alex started talking to me.

–Yeah, squirt, baby! Squirt all over me! You like that! Huh! You like that?

–I LOVE IT!!!!!!!

–I bet you never get that from your boyfriend.

–OH GOD NEVER! AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!

It seemed to last an hour, but when the phone call disconnected, Alex stopped. He handed me the phone. I couldn’t see straight, but the call had lasted less than fifteen minutes. I dropped the phone on the bed and waited for the room to stop spinning. I was lying in a pool of whatever, and I didn’t know what had just happened to me.

Alex was standing up, undressing, when the phone rang again.

–Bill?

–Sorry.

–What happened?

–I was jerking off so hard I knocked the phone off the bed.

–Did you cum already?

–Yes, but I’m ready again. What are you-

Alex took the phone and laid it next to me. He was now in his briefs only. “Tell him what you see.” I started describing it all.

–He’s undressing now. We’re in the bedroom still.

–Are you naked?

–Yes.

–Have you seen his cock yet?

–No.

Alex heard us, and he started stripping off his briefs. His cock—this long, smooth, gorgeous rod, with a big pink mushroom head—sprang up and aimed itself right at me.

–Oh, god, it’s BIG!

–Is it! How big?

But I couldn’t answer. Alex slid the phone away and moved close, grabbing my hand and wrapping it around him. Then he took over the conversation.

–Yeah, hold that cock, honey. You like that big dick?

–Oh, I do!

–Yeah, baby! Jerk it just like that.

–Mmmmmmmmmm……

–Want to suck that real man’s dick?

–YES!

–Then suck it, honey!

I did. If sucking cock were all I could do, I would never complain. Bill once told me I would suck any man who asked. I argued, but he’s right. I would. Women who love it as I do know what I mean.

I sucked Alex in and let that heavy meat weigh down on my tongue. The smell of his balls, the skin of his fat dick… I kept my eyes open and looked up at him, sucking faster and wetter. I could hear Bill talking to me or to us, but honestly I can’t remember what he said. This guy was fucking my face, and I’m a whore for that if I’m a whore for anything.

–Look at her go! That’s it, baby! Suck it now, since you won’t get cock like this when you get home.

I came off his dick and said, “Yeah! Too bad I can’t get this every day.”

–You can, baby. Just sneak over here whenever you need a man.

This was practically a script. Bill and Alex and worked it all out. I was just playing along, but it all sounded so fucking good to me! All I wanted now was a throat full of cum, but that had to wait.

–I want to see if you’re a little cowgirl, honey.

–Oh, I am!

–Want to ride this horse?

–You mean that horse dick, daddy?

–Get on this horse dick!

And just like that I was on top. I remembered my first huge dick, that first internet date so long ago. I had milked that guy dry. I wanted another shot at keeping a man hard under me. I rode as hard as I could. Alex was grabbing my tits and bouncing his hips up into me. God, he was so fucking deep!

–Look at this little cowgirl! Go, honey, GO!

–Oh fuck me, daddy! Fuck me! Make me cum again, daddy!

Poor Bill. We had all but forgotten him. I was slamming my pussy up and down as fast as I could. Then I sank deep on him and worked my hips front and back. I fell forward and started sucking the sweat on his nipples. He moaned. I sucked harder. He nearly bounced me off him. We fucked so hard he was getting close.

–Ready for a drink, bitch?

–OH, GOD! FEED ME, DADDY!

–Get down!

I rolled off him, and he aimed his cock straight down into me mouth. Cum splashed all over my tongue, my throat. I was motionless, letting him pump his hips down into me until he was drained.

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On edge. She hadn’t been able to put her finger on it and it bugged her. The feeling, whatever it was, nagged at her, had grown stronger, really, as the week progressed. If it had not been there even before she left home, after a typically satisfying weekend with her husband, Maria would have chalked it up to being horny. But that conversation, that banter and teasing they often engaged in as part of their foreplay ritual, kept popping into her mind at odd times all week.

Had they really made that agreement, a pact they had called it, or were they just being playful?

The conference ended yesterday and her coworkers had already returned home. Maria felt fortunate for the opportunity to stay, along with educators from all over North and South America, for the one-day, follow up workshop that had just ended. She was looking forward to flying home tomorrow, but was also eager to have one more evening in the city to unwind, on her own, without having to socialize with a bunch of familiar faces.

It was late sSpring, unusually balmy, and the evenings had been warm enough all week for sheher and her friends to venture out without the coats they had brought with them. Maria took her time getting ready to go out, relaxing in the Jacuzzi tub that came, unexpectedly, with the room. It felt luxurious to only have to worry about where she was going to go and what she was going to wear.

She picked out a long sleeve, scoop neck, close-fitting blouse to wear over a soft camisole that felt sensuous against her skin, and which did away with the need for the additional support of a bra. A black skirt and black tights with a closed fishnet pattern was all she needed to complete the outfit – along with the black boots she and Aden had picked out the weekend before. It was the boots that had sparked the conversation that led to the pact, and she was fully aware of how sexy he thought they were on her.

The restaurant she settled on was one that she and her coworkers had been to a couple nights before. It was known for its great seafood, and the bar was one of those upscale, quiet, and very comfortable places that attracted a clientele that spanned a wide range of ages. The cocktail menu had intrigued her, describing drinks that had combinations of spirits, liqueurs, juices and spices that she had never seen before. She figured that she would start in the bar, then either take a table in the restaurant or stay there for something light.

Maria checked herself in the full length mirror, admitting Aden was right about how good the combination looked on her. She felt great as she walked through the hotel lobby and out into the warm evening for the short walk to the restaurant.

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Aden had spent the days since Maria left finishing up a graphics project that had been dragging on for weeks. He loved his work, but this one had tested his patience and he was glad to be done with it. Immediately after hitting the button that sent the final image to his client, he loaded the camping gear he had carefully assembled into his car, left his watch and cell phone on the kitchen counter, and started driving.

The campground he headed for was a couple hours north and west, in the foothills of the Cascades, on the Little North Santiam River. He had been there once, years ago before he started fly-fishing, and had been eager to see if the small, glacier fed river really was as beautiful as he remembered. He arrived around dusk, road weary but happily looking forward to two nights and a full day of fishing, by himself, before having to return home.

He wasn’t surprised to find the remote campground sparsely occupied. With only a couple other tent campers, a small RV, and the camp host spread out through the 14-site, barely developed Forest Service campground, Aden easily found a space to his liking. Working quickly to take advantage of the remaining daylight, he pitched his tent, organized his bedding, and ate the reheated leftovers he had brought from home.

In the morning he left from his campsite on foot, following the river trail along what he reckoned must be one of the prettiest rivers in the State. After making his way down to a gravel bar and the first pool that looked promising, he slowly worked his way upriver, casting a dry fly into every pool and riffle.

When the river bank was impossible to navigate, or the approach to the next fishing hole looked more accessible from the other side, Aden forded the river to get to the opposite bank. The sun was out, quickly drying his clothes and warming his legs after wading through the at times waist deep cold stream.

Fishing, he thought, was almost a meditative process, where thoughts of work, things to get done, relationships, everything but the way the stream moved, the cast, and the fly at the end of the line fading into the background. It had little to do with catching fish, and a lot to do with being outside and in the moment. And fishing, he had to admit, didn’t get any better than this.

+++++++++++

Maria Escort Bayan entered the restaurant and made her way to the pub. There was a small crowd present, enough to lend a welcome sense of anonymity, and she found a stool at the quieter end of the bar.

She was a little nervous about going out alone, but relaxed in the familiarity of the setting. The bartender– young, friendly, unhurried, and talkative – remembered her from the prior evening and put her at ease with a little professional conversation as he went about his job. Maria ordered the ginger infused Cosmopolitan that she had previously seen on the drinks menu, but hadn’t ordered. She immediately liked it, but deliberately paced herself so the effects of the alcohol wouldn’t overtake her.

A few minutes after she had settled in, a man walked into the bar, someone she recognized as one of the workshop attendees. He had been one in a small group she was a part of that had spent about an hour together working on a task, and her impression of him was that he was self-confident but a little shy. She remembered that he was from Argentina, and though it was hard to tell, figured he was probably a couple years older. He wasn’t classically handsome, but was attractive because of the way he carried himself – and not a little bit because he was dark and Latin.

He was headed for the bar, and when he saw her she acknowledged him with a smile and nod, noticing that he hesitated just a second before moving in her direction. He offered his hand, said his name (Jorge), and she quickly assured him that she recognized him from earlier in the day. Maria invited him to sit at the bar with her, suggested the ginger drink to him, and ordered an appetizer for herself.

They slipped effortlessly into a conversation about the workshop, which segued naturally into questions about his life in Argentina. When they moved on to politics and culture his sense of humor was apparent, and Maria found their shared interests in education and common outlook on life made him seem more of an old friend than recent acquaintance.

As they talked there were moments when one of them naturally reached out and touched the other while making an observation or emphasizing a point. Maria was aware that, more than once, when he touched her thigh his hand lingered just long enough to suggest that the contact was more than casual.

They talked about his impressions of the city, about how they both loved the sidewalk art scattered throughout downtown. When their drinks and appetizer were finished Jorge suggested they go look at one sculpture in particular that he liked and that she was unfamiliar with.

+++++++++++

Aden had been out on the river for several hours, eaten lunch, and not caught anything. He decided to venture around the proverbial one more bend in the river before turning around and making his way back downstream. When he rounded the bend he noticed two women on the opposite bank who were reclining in camp chairs, both engrossed in books.

They didn’t notice him until he was almost directly across from them and was scrambling over boulders to reach a long, shallow pool just beyond. Not wanting to impose himself into their space, he gave them a small wave, which was returned by both, along with friendly smiles, and moved on.

As he made his casts into the river he could look back at the women, observing them without being obvious. Both were dressed in shorts, t-shirts, and hiking sandals. One was sitting in the sun and wearing a wide brimmed straw hat, the other was in the shade, had a towel draped over her legs and boasted a head of beautiful, long red hair. Aden enjoyed the picture these two athletic-looking women presented – accentuated by their apparent air of feeling completely at home in a wilderness environment – in such an idyllic setting.

He caught one of them looking his way at one point, but thought nothing of it and focused on his fishing. After a short time he noticed that the redhead had walked upriver and was watching him fish. He was self conscious about being a novice, and was relieved when he could put his rod down and answer some questions she posed about hiking in the area. He learned that she and her friend were travelling through on a long road trip, starting in the southwest and making their way up to Canada. They chatted briefly across the narrow stream before she thanked him for the information and rejoined her friend.

After a few more casts Aden started back downstream, pausing to tell the two women about another hike he knew of that was further upstream in the Opal Creek Wilderness. His directions to the trailhead, though, were a little vague because it had been some time since he had been there.

He spent the next couple hours fishing his way downstream, still without luck but savoring every minute of his time alone on the river. The image of the two women flashed into his mind occasionally and he took delight in the mental picture of them sitting Escort in their chairs looking both beautiful and tranquil. It was close to 6 when he made it back to the campground – still light, but the sun quite low behind the trees.

He got out his food and cooking gear, prepared a simple dinner, and relished a glass of deep red wine. After cleaning up he walked to the restrooms, passing one of the tents and the RV, where the two women he had seen on the river bank were sitting in their chairs, chatting beside a small campfire. They waved to him and he continued on to the bathrooms.

On his way back he stopped at their site and offered to bring over a map of the area that showed the trailhead he told them about. They were enthusiastic and suggested that he bring a chair too so he could accompany them at their fire. Aden gathered the map, his chair, and the bottle of wine and returned to the women’s campsite. After exchanging names (Catherine, the redhead, and Sonya), and before looking at the map, they poured glasses of wine and quickly started talking about where they had been and the experiences they had already had on their trip.

They were longtime, good friends and had a playful, caring friendship. When the conversation turned to the next day’s plans they remembered the map, spread it out on the picnic table under the light of their propane lantern, with Aden lodged cozily snuggly between them on the bench seat. Leaning in close to see the details on the map, Aden was conscious of the physical contact he was making with Catherine, and deliberately left their legs touching as they leaned back from the map to continue the conversation.

She didn’t pull away and Aden noticed that the two women shared a quick glance and the hint of a smile. The conversation continued over another glass of wine, and the casual contact between Aden and Catherine was joined by some less subtle, even suggestive touching under the table with Sonya. When the trail discussion ended, Sonya suggested they return to the fire and share some of the southwest grown pot they brought with them that they needed to finish before crossing into Canada.

+++++++++++

Maria and Jorge walked unhurriedly through downtown, the Cosmopolitan making her just a little light headed and more than a little uninhibited. They talked earnestly and several times Maria briefly slipped her hand between his arm and body, resting it on his forearm.

She felt sexy in her boots, and had been aware of how Jorge had been appraising her in what she decided was the somewhat chauvinistic, but not unpleasant, way she experienced with men as a younger woman travelling alone in Spain. Neither of them talked about their relationship status, and while Maria was enjoying the attention, and returning the flirtation, she felt no pressure from Jorge that she was committing to anything else.

When they reached the sculpture that Jorge wanted to show her, she was struck by its free flowing, almost sensuous, lines. As they paused, standing close, to admire it, Maria was aware that her breast was pressed against his arm, and further that Jorge was shifting his weight so that his arm was brushing across it, making her nipple harden in response. She thought that he must, wearing just a shirt, feel it, too.

Maria took Jorge to a bar that she and Aden discovered several years ago when they came to the city together, one well known for its Spanish coffees. They ate a little more, sitting side by side at a small bar table, and savored both their drinks and their conversation.

Getting up to leave, Maria felt the pleasant rush of both liquor and coffee, and now as they walked she kept a firm grip on his arm. They were heading back to their starting point and Jorge pointed out a small building a block away that was his hotel – one of those casually elegant boutique hotels favored by European visitors to the city. When Maria expressed her appreciation of the building and her love of just such hotels, he invited her to come inside to examine it more closely. Maria eagerly accepted and they entered the hotel, walked slowly around the lobby, and over to the elevator.

He hadn’t said anything about showing her his room, but she was curious and Jorge was taking the lead at this point. The room was exquisite – warm and cozy, not overstuffed and not austere– with a small balcony that overlooked the river. While Jorge busied himself opening a bottle of wine he had brought from Argentina, Maria let herself out onto the balcony and stood, leaning on the railing, admiring a view that was amazing for its sense of privacy in such an urban setting. The closest signs of the city came from across the wide river that bisected it. The only other people visible were those strolling under the street lamps that illuminated a wide promenade on the riverbank half a block away.

Maria didn’t turn when the room light went out behind her. A surge of anticipation ran through her, accompanied by a quickening of pulse and intake Bayan Escort of breath. She felt Jorge’s presence behind her, then his hands on her waist, and finally his body pressed into hers. At first she froze, then softened, then became aware of what could only be an erection pressing up against her. They were quickly moving out of the flirting zone, and when Maria turned to face Jorge, there was an unmistakable, unambiguous question in his eyes.

+++++++++++

The pot was good and it was starting to have a familiar effect on Aden. He was slowing down, loosening up, and losing a self-consciousness he had always felt around unfamiliar and attractive women. Catherine and Sonya, too, were obviously feeling contented and the dialogue flowed freely.

The women were teasing each other, drawing Aden into an increasingly intimate discussion about men, relationships, and experiences. Even when they revealed some pretty audacious things about themselves and each other, and seemed to be deliberately challenging him to do the same, Aden remained composed and even found himself enjoying the candid banter.

In a truth or dare kind of moment, aided by the inhibition lowering effects of the wine and pot, he told Sonya and Catherine about his and Maria’s pact made the previous weekend. They had been married for a while, happily and without straying, and were talking about ways to spice up in their sex life. They had given each other a ‘once in a lifetime’ pass to have a romantic or sexual experience – an experience that promised to be just too good to pass up. It was agreed to, but he wasn’t really sure if they were serious or just playing.

As he became more caught up in the increasingly ‘boundaries-free’ conversation, Aden at first found himself thinking about each of the women’s physical presence, and then actively imagining them in the sexual situations they were alluding to. He was aroused by both their unabashed interest in talking about sex and by their unsuppressed sexuality.

Aden got up and replenished their wine glasses and on his way back to the campfire paused behind Catherine and put his hands lightly on her shoulders, then moved them to her neck as he told them just how brazen and refreshing he found them to be. The gesture was casual but also suggestive, and seemed to be quickly picked up on by Catherine. She reached up and caught his hand just as he was pulling away, encouraging him to linger with his other hand gently entwined in her hair.

Sonya, who had been the bolder of the two in conversation, drew in a quick breath, flushed slightly, and asked if Aden would be interested in playing a part in a fantasy that the two of them had cooked up while on the road. Aden was familiar with fantasies, having thoroughly enjoyed conjuring up many of his own over the years, but being asked to actually participate in someone else’s was truly new ground. He appeared to be thinking about it, but was actually tongue-tied and could hardly muster a weak ‘sure.’

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Maria, too, thought about the ‘Once in a Lifetime’ pass, but she had taken it to heart and it was probably already playing a role in how her evening had developed. She answered Jorge’s question by kissing him eagerly and with an excitement that startled her. Jorge’s reaction was swift and passionate.

He enveloped her with a strength that surprised her, pulling her to him with one hand while the other explored the curves and shape of her back and ass. She had taken her boots off when she entered the hotel room, and now, as he lifted her and pressed her up against the balcony’s wall, it was easy to wrap her legs around his waist.

There was a hunger about him that had a reciprocal effect on Maria – as Jorge moved his hand under her shirt and grasped first one breast then the other she almost desperately encouraged him to explore them. When he pulled her shirt up to reveal both breasts she wanted more and pulled her shirt up and over head. When he lowered her to the floor and put both hands under her skirt and into the waistband of her tights, she moved quickly to help remove them.

As he paused to admire her, Maria took the initiative and unbuckled his belt, undid the buttons of his pants, and immediately felt his erection. He again lifted her up against the wall, but this time when her skirt rode up and she encircled his waist with her legs, there was nothing separating them. She was ready, more than ready, for him to penetrate her, to thrust into her with a desire and abandon that matched hers – her juices were flowing and her appetite huge.

Jorge moved in and out with a force and a rhythm that carried Maria along, building in intensity and lust. An evening of flirtation and suggestion, the excitement of being with someone new, the thrill of abandoning caution, all combined to overwhelm her with a powerful lust she was unaccustomed to and she climaxed with a series of shudders and moans that were followed almost immediately by the unmistakable signs of Jorge also reaching an orgasm. He lowered her slowly until she was standing again on the floor, continuing to move slowly and with obvious pleasure inside of her. They were both panting, then laughing, then disengaging and moving back into the room to lie on the bed.

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After a two-hour morning practice in the hot Texas sun with temperatures well into the nineties, most of the players withdrew into the air-conditioned locker room for a well deserved shower and rest. But typical for J.T.’s go-getter attitude and non-stop aim for perfection, he stayed late to run wind sprints. The usual cluster of paparazzi and fans lined along the fence, yelling out encouragement or snapping pictures even as he continued to throw himself into both is passion and his career. But all J.T. was focused on was running off the frustration he felt over his impending failure with Raelyn. He couldn’t figure out what it was that made her shy away from him so much.

Sipping on a large bottle of Ozarka water, he declined a ride off the field per one of the many golf carts running amuck. He was stopped momentarily near the fence line by a local reporter and granted a brief interview before trading in his empty bottle of water for a full, cold one. The next twenty minutes were spent signing autographs for kids. Unknown to him, Raelyn stood close behind the slowly departing throngs of well-wishers, watching as he autographed a young boy’s Wheaties box with J.T.’s picture on the box. She couldn’t help but chuckle as he checked out the contents of the box only to find it was empty.

She could hear snippets of conversation as yet another reporter kept bugging him with questions. “J.T., it’s said that you never hesitate to make plays to get your team a victory, even at the risk of injury. Is that why you have a long-standing history of concussions? Is it really worth the injury to your head for your team?” When he thrust the mic towards the player, J.T. just seemed to stare at him a moment as if the reporter had lost his mind.

“Or course, it’s worth it,” he said, his words icy even as a smile appeared. He was forever the picture of perfection when it came to team morale. “I couldn’t hold my head up straight and claim to be part of a team if I wasn’t willing to sacrifice for them.” And then before the reporter could comment again, J.T. moved on, ruffling the hair of a young boy as he passed.

That’s when he saw her. Despite the fatigue that he felt, he smiled and the whole burden of the day seemed to lift from his shoulders. Striding towards her, it was as if everything else around him just seemed to fade away. He couldn’t believe that she was actually here. She was leaning against one of the tall light posts and straightened up as he quickly closed the gap between them. Stopping just short of pulling her into Escort Bayan his arms, he grinned and said, “Rae … I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Well,” she shrugged, playing it off. “Just doing a follow up of our initial interview.”

He laughed, his cornflower blue eyes dancing a bit as he knew that there was more to it than that but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He hadn’t been able to put her out of his head the past couple of days and right now, as long as she was here, he really didn’t care why. “Well maybe after I shower, we could go to my place and you can interview me all night?” he teased.

One slender eyebrow shot up as she looked over his sweaty form. As much as she hated to admit it, he was definitely eye candy and she had a hard time thinking straight around him. To be honest, she couldn’t really say why she had come today. But for some reason, she had found her way to the practice area after work. “Well, as tempting as that sounds, I think I have plans tonight,” she teased right back.

J.T. feigned heart, his hand coming up to cover his heart. “Aww, come on Rae … don’t wound me so.”

Raelyn just rolled her eyes playfully towards the sky and blew an errant strand of hair from her eyes. “Such drama from a football player. Are you all like this?”

J.T. laughed took another long drink of his water, gazing at her over the top. It just seems like they were meant to be and as much as he tried to hide it, every time she looked into his eyes, he knew it showed. “Terrell is having a bar-be-que this afternoon for lunch. Want to come?” he inquired.

“I don’t know, J.T.,” she began, futilely trying to find an excuse not to go. Even as much as she wanted to be near him, she didn’t want him to know.

“Come on, Rae,” he pleaded, reaching out to gently take her hand in his. “It’ll be fun.”

Later that afternoon, Raelyn found herself on the opposite side of a mock football field, amid a swarm of faces that she vaguely recognized. Mixed with a good sprinkling of both football players, wives and girlfriends, Raelyn was surprised to find herself feeling rather relaxed. Dressed in biker shorts and a cut-off jersey borrowed from Jewel, she huddled with the rest of her group on the opposing team that J.T. was playing on. Even from where she stood, she found herself looking for him amid the long strands of dark hair that hung loose as she bent to listen to the play.

J.T. looked down the line of mock players, a serious look on his face as he Escort called the play down the line and then stopped short as Raelyn lined up opposite him, her eyes serious. He grinned at her but she only lifted one eyebrow and took her stance. God, she was something else. When he dropped back to pass, he barely saw the blur as Raelyn broke through the line straight for him, untouched. As he watched her quickly approach, his eyes were drawn to her shapely legs, her flat stomach exposed beneath the shortness of the jersey that showed off the curve of her breasts beautifully. Her dark hair was flying into her face and he stood momentarily mesmerized, the ball held back in position to pass.

Before he knew what happened, he suddenly found himself flat on his back with Raelyn on top of him, drawing back her loose hair with one hand. Her eyes bore into his as a slow smile appeared and then moved off of him with a haughty flip of her hair. J.T. sat stunned momentarily, pausing as he watched her retreating form and then, clambering to his feet, he heard the laughter of his friends and their taunting jests. But all he could focus on was the way Raelyn threw back another glance over her shoulder to him, her eyes speaking things that she was not ready to say verbally. Moving into the huddle with his friends, his eyes still on Raelyn as she pulled her loose hair back into a ponytail, he grinned. “Same play,” he said.

The game proceeded throughout the afternoon until almost everyone had dropped out, retiring either into the comfort of Terrell’s house or heading home for their own. J.T.’s long day was quickly catching up with him but he desperately wanted at least a moment with Rae before the day came to an end. As he stood defending his side and spied Raelyn with the ball, he spun quickly back and in a move that took her completely by surprise, sprang at her, raising his hands to clasp around her waist and with his momentum, pulled them both to the ground, the ball popping loose. He could hear the scramble of the rest as they went for the loose ball but J.T.’s mind was only on the girl that he suddenly found in his embrace.

As if by their own accord, his palms skimmed her ribs, coming to rest along the curve of her breasts. Despite the barrier of her top, his fingers found the outline of her bra beneath it, brushing over the lace-adorned cups. As his thumbs whispered across her nipples, even through two layers of cloth, Raelyn shivered beneath him. She looked up, spellbound as his mouth lowered slowly to hers. “If Bayan Escort you were my girl,” he whispered, right before his mouth covered hers, “I’d make sure you were never far from my side.”

Raelyn stammered in return, her mouth suddenly desert-dry before his mouth brushed against hers, so lightly that she might have imagined it. Again, she heard his whisper as she trembled both in fear of being hurt again and in anticipation of what J.T. was going to say. “My love is all I have to give, Rae … it’s all I have left.”

“J.T.,” she stammered, glancing up to him from the ground beneath him. “I-I … I’m not ready.”

His thumbs grazed the aroused peaks again as she looked up at him. Even as her words sank into his mind, her eyes spoke things he knew she wasn’t ready to say. He could feel her quiver, her sigh melting against his lips as they lowered to claim hers once more. The kiss was hot, inviting and demanding in like measure. His tongue traced her lips, exploring their shape … their texture and then slipped between them to leisurely twine with hers. His lips sipped at hers, memorizing her taste.

It was as if Raelyn’s whole world tilted but J.T.’s strong arm was there to hold her close, allowing only enough space between them for his hand to cradle her breast. His fingers played their skillful magic on the dimpled crest. His lips and tongue teased, advancing and retreating until Raelyn caught his head between her hands and anchored his mouth to hers. A groan rumbled in his chest as her tongue slid seductively past his teeth, initiating her own bold foray into his mouth.

They were both breathing heavily, lost in the heat of their embrace. J.T.’s hand was traveling upward, underneath her jersey when loud laughter brought them abruptly back to earth. Raelyn gasped, jerking beneath him and would have rolled free had J.T. not held on to her arm. He didn’t appear to be all that steady himself at the moment. He looked as dazed as she felt.

Three of his fellow players and their significant others had given up the game as well, trooping back them as they left the field, issuing friendly taunts as they went. “Administering a little mouth-to-mouth there, J.T.?”

“Is that what a football game does for you, Terrell?” Raelyn blushed hotly as she recognized Jewel’s voice.

“Not usually, but I’m willing to try it some time!”

“Carry on folks, don’t mind us,” Jewel teased, waving long manicured fingers at them.

Raelyn wanted nothing more than to find a large hole, crawl into it, and pull it in after her! She had never been more mortified! J.T., blast him to hell, just shrugged and chuckled along with them as he stood up, hauling Raelyn to her feet. He acted as if it were no big deal to get caught necking in the middle of a friendly game.

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I AM TRYING DIFFERENT WRITING STYLES. THIS IS A STORY OF A COUPLE MAKING THE MOST OF A LUCKY BREAK HOWEVER SPECIFICALLY IT INVOLVES TEASING SO THE EROTICA IS DELIBERATELY LONG AND DRAWN OUT. ALSO THE LABEL DROPPING IS A NOD TO THE STYLES OF THE EIGHTIES LIKE BRETT EASTON ELLIS (WITHOUT THE PSYCHO OBVIOUSLY) BUT AS I SAID THIS IS AN EXPERIMENT. THE SEX GETS MORE HEATED IN LATER EPISODES SO THIS IS A TEASER EXPERIMENTING WITH TEASING.

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The taxi dropped us at the hotel. As we got out we realised how extravagant the hotel was, we were expecting something posh but this level of opulence was mildly threatening to our comfort zones. There was an usher who found a porter to pick up our luggage and take us to the reception.

We felt underdressed in our combination of Debenhams, Peacocks and eBay (possibly knock-off but don’t ask) BNWT clothing. We had worn our finest for the journey, but now we were seriously doubting ourselves. But both the usher and porter were incredibly pleasant and were smiling and polite. The receptionist was all smiles and the bell hop that took us to the room was relaxed and friendly and took our, what we thought to be, meagre tip graciously.

This trip was due to a competition win, a 5-star luxury weekend break in New York at the Surrey on East 76th Street. A penthouse suite with balcony, flights and restaurants all paid for, and with £5000 spending money to top it off. It really was the win of a lifetime and we were planning on making the most of it. The kids were safely with their grandparents and we were in New York! We unpacked our bags, looked at each other and grinned. We phoned down to the front desk and ordered a taxi.

Within a short time we were on 5th Avenue. My wife had done her research and knew which shops to hit first. It was mid-January and the city streets were cold but not too busy. As she was 6ft tall our first stop was Uniqlo, a department store to be sure, but the devil take the hindmost (ok, that was going to be me later this evening). Then it was Anthropologie, Banana Republic, Lord & Taylor, Club Monaco, Saks and Bergdorf Goodman, BCBG and finally Valentino, Intermix and Gucci. I didn’t really need much myself, some nice jeans, shirts, designer tees, and a suit or two but my wife went to town, and she wouldn’t let me see what she chose.

I knew she was mostly stocking up on basics like most Brits on a spending spree in NY, but she spent a lot of time looking for a few very special things that were to be a ‘surprise’, this wasn’t our money after all, and like good English peasants without an ounce of Protestant Ethic, the bane of Adam Smith and romanticised by Thompson, we were going to spend it and enjoy it. We were going to sin our way to heaven and get slaughtered, holed up in a New York Surrey Cathartic castle surrounded by the forces Escort Bayan of Mammon, deep down in the belly of the Beast. After visiting a few shops I had enough and retired to a bar to drink some of New Jersey’s finest cask ales and a quality bourbon or two whilst my wife continued shopping.

The competition company had planned our long break for us, and tonight was dinner at some restaurant called No. 24. When we got back from our shopping spree there was champagne on ice in the room and we had time to relax before we were to be picked up. I was already sozzled but I broke open the champagne whilst my wife put on a fashion show for me.

I just sat back on the bed, propped up by pillows, champagne flute in hand, relaxed, chilled and watched the entertainment. My wife retired to another room, giggling at the idea that we could, and put some of her new purchases on, whilst I lay back and sipped champagne, the bubbles making my nose tingle and getting a bit giddy with the decadence (the bottle said it was a Boërl & Kroff Brut but I didn’t know what that was until I was home days later and googled it but it tasted nice), plus the beers and bourbon earlier.

My wife soon returned to the room as I had patiently listened to the sound of scuffling and giggling behind the sliding door, she was dressed from feet up in white stockings, high heels, wearing a long pink silk jersey dress by Valentino (so she told me), that was pleated and flared softly around her legs and a white gold choker and matching earrings, with contrasting dark purple lipstick and matching nail polish. My cock went hard immediately, who the hell was this incredible woman? I mean this was the woman I counted my blessings for having married every day I have been with her, I fancy her in a tracksuit and baggy jumper with bad bed hair but with her incredible body enhanced by the subtle veil of sexy clothes, we would never previously have imagined affording, she was a woman reborn. A goddess.

I tried to say something, but I was stuck for words. She smiled, put her finger to her lips to shhh me, and crawled across the bed on all fours towards me, took my champagne glass from me downed it, and kissed me, then putting her finger to my lips now, unzipped my jeans, pulled out my highly erect cock and started to stroke it, I moaned slightly, she then bent down and started sucking me off. I was in heaven, she took it slow as I fondled her arse through the silk realising she had no panties on, only a garter to hold up the stockings, she seemed to be aware of when I was about to come as she stopped, precum dribbling off her mouth as she sat up. She patted me and said that that was enough. I could have screamed and then with a shit eating grin she told me she was off to try another purchase on.

I was on edge, in a pleasant Escort way, that feeling of wankus interruptus, but without the barging in of the kids, instead with I was left with a feeling of electric toe-curling anticipation. Yet again I heard the giggling and scuffling, she had taken another glass of champagne with her and I had poured myself another. It had occurred to me to wipe her lipstick from the glass but instead I savoured the taste as I sipped as if it was somehow still the taste of her own lips.

When she came back in she was wearing a different pair of high heels, the stockings darker this time, she had another dress on, this time in a black cowl-backed cocktail dress that she said was by some designer called Talbot Runhof, and with it was another choker, this time it looked like a broad semi-circle sheet of gold. Her lipstick and nail varnish were now blood red. My wife did a turn in a circle before me. Once again, she looked incredible and, yes, my cock that had hardly subdued since last time with the anticipation due to all the noise behind closed doors was harder than ever. Something I was painfully aware of as I had not done my jeans up since last time and it was standing to attention in plain view.

Once more she put her fingers to her lips and did the cougar crawl over the bed covers towards me. When she got to me she again put her finger to my lips and drained my champagne glass. She pulled my jeans and pants off and left me naked from the waist down. She took my cock in her hand and primed it, not that it need it. She then licked her fingers pulled up her skirt and played with what again was an pantyless vagina. She knelt over me and very slowly lowered herself on to my cock, and started to slow pulse fuck me, she started to rock harder and more vigorously she was clearly very turned on by the extravagance.

I wanted to say something to her but she put one hand over my mouth, the other on my shoulder as to my surprise she started to shudder slightly cumming quicker than I had known her cum before. I started to buck back as hard as I could despite her hand on my shoulder as I was close to cumming too. But she suddenly laughed as she recomposed herself and got off my lap and walked chuckling to herself back into the other room. I was left sitting there in an incredibly horny state of shock.

We were there for three nights so I expected my wife did one more personal cat walk. However, I jumped slightly when she threw the sliding doors open and stepped forward into the room arms outwards having thrown the doors open, one leg, bare but with gladiator style sandals, crossed over the other and she held the stance. She was wearing a leopard pattern fake fur coat (Shrimps Lassie I was told later) and what seemed to be a flimsy knee length skirt beneath it. She stalked towards Bayan Escort me crossing one foot in front of the other as she strode to the bed. As she got closer she through the fur coat open dropped it to the floor and I saw she was wearing the sexiest summer dress I had ever seen her in underneath the coat, it was button fronted and open at the shirt neck down to her cleavage, and the material had a bird print (some label called Akris). She had a platinum chain with a platinum tassled drop pendant, and again matching earrings. This time her lips were a pink colour but she had kept her nails the same.

She twirled around sauntered to a nearby chair leant forward over it and started twerking, she then lifted her dress and slapped her arse so hard that she left a red mark and beckoned me over. I didn’t need asking, already naked I walked towards her, penis erect before me. She was fingering herself from behind as she looked out of the window over the New York skyscape. She didn’t look behind her as I positioned myself behind her and started to fuck her. She was writhing and groaning and pushing her arse into my groin. I grabbed her hair with one hand and a breast through her top with the other and started to pound her hard, she practically screamed a gargled cry and her legs buckled. Then she slapped me on the side told me to stop and asked me to pull out. Which I did even though I hadn’t yet cum, I was confused but horny and I was enjoying this control game.

She told me she just had one more thing to show me, and then she wobbled on slightly unsteady legs back to the now de facto changing room and slid the doors shut. I heard a sigh and decided to get back on the bed and drink more champagne, I had wobbly legs, was felling sensitive all over and I was feeling far giddier than before.

Lying relaxed for a while I heard her call out asking me to close my eyes. I knew I could cheat and peak but I was really enjoying this game, so I kept the tight shut. I heard the doors slide open and my wife walk towards me. I heard her whisper that this was the last thing before we had to go out. She asked me to open my eyes and there she was, again from the bottom down black sling backs, black stockings, and a black silk satin slip dress by Helmut Lang, with a long triple looped pearl necklace, with the blood red lipstick and nail polish again. She knelt on the bed and again crawled towards me. I knew she was going to fuck me properly this time. She took my cock in her hands and started wanking me, then she bent over my penis and gave me another blow job. As befitting the occasion, it was slow and luxurious, with the pearl necklace falling down onto my groin, slightly cold. I was so pent up by then I started to feel like I needed to cum but I wanted to cum inside her so as my cock started to throb I tried to hold it in. She stopped and sat up, ‘Right we’ve got to get ready, the car will be here soon’, she said. I looked at her stunned. She kissed me and said ‘come on’, and looking down indicating my cock with a nod of her head’ and don’t you dare touch that’.

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