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Peeking around the corner of my moms house, I check to see if the coast is clear. Seeing no sign of my mom, I tiptoe towards the stairs, with you close behind me. Rasing a finger to my lips, I motion for you to follow me upstairs. When we reach my bedroom, all hell breaks loose. Your hands are all over me, up, down, everywhere. Under my shirt, in my pants, everywhere. I can’t say my hands were dormant, though…they were going places. Dirty places. Tearing each other’s clothes off, I crash on top of you onto my bed.Waiting for my mom to leave was fucking hell…

I heard a faint voice from the bottom of the stairs. Stopping the mad feel-up-frenzy, I listen to hear what she’s saying. Yelling okay, I return to my previous commitment. Occasionally looking out the window to see if my mom has left, I’m all over you…licking you, everywhere. Making my way from your neck, to your chest, to your stomach, to your sex, pushing my face against it, kissing it, licking it. Just grasping it between my hands, I enclose your head in my mouth, and circle it with my tongue, mapping out a mental image of it. Hearing the car Bostancı Escort engine start and the sound of the car backing out of the driveway, the action intensifies; you flip me over, and grab me by the throat. Startled, I freeze, but you don’t pull your hand away. Your grip was loose, but not loose enough for me to break away. Giving me a look of reassurance, you inhale a great big whiff of my throbbing sex, you lick me from my lower lips all the way up to my tits, sucking them, and inserting a finger in me. Gasping, I seize the hand you’re holding my throat with, not in an attempt to push you away, but to stabilize myself. The shear blow of pleasure took the breath out of me. Pulling out your fingers, you tighten your grip around my throat and shove two into me, and begin to slowly pump. My face is tingling, and I grope around for your cock, and find it hard and raised. Raising my eyebrow, I start to fist you. You slow down on your service to me and eventually stop and pull out.

I keep handing you, and your eyes close and you need to lie down…Rolling over, I climb on top of you, Ümraniye Escort stradling your legs, and lean forward. Opening my mouth, your eyes open and watch me as I lower my mouth down over your shaft. My breath is hot on your cock, my tongue soft and warm. Moving my hand and head in opposite directions, I simulate a steaming pussy with magic fingers. Quite enticing. I watch your hands grip the blankets and I can feel you thrusting your hips upward, toward my face, going deeper and hitting the back of my throat with your head. Taking a deep breath, I push my head downward, hard, and get it all the way in, and my lips brush the base of your pulsing shaft. I continue this for a minute and then pull away. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I shift my body forward, over your hardened cock, my dripping pussy touches the head and I feel it jump. Smiling, I continue my trek up your body until I’m stradling your waist. I lick your lips and lean forward, reach behind me and guide your cock to my steaming lips.

Hitting the entrance, I hold my breath and you hold yours, I sit back, and it Ataşehir Escort slides in….all the way, jabbing me in the stomach. You reach up, yet again, and snatch my throat. Your other hand falls to my tits, and you squeeze them while I ride you, up and down, up and down. My hungry snatch eating you all up, every last centimeter of your cock is inside me. Increasing pumping speed and oxygen intake, I squeeze my eyes shut and grip your sides, forgetting all else but what is before me. You feel my tunnel closing around your cock as I near orgasm. That sets you off, sending waves of pleasure through your body. As we both approach orgasm, we intensify the strokes ever more deeply. Hard, fast piston-like motions capture us in a machine like state, and feeling your overwhelmed prick begin to spasm, I clench and tickle my mountainous clit. Our hands grasp one another tightly and excitedly, our breathing evolving into gasps as a wave of heat encloses our mortal flesh, and releases us into a world unknown by the real. A sheet of tingles, pressure, heat, relief and exhaustion covers us and we mentally collapse, unable to move. The tension is so high, you forget to breathe, and you exhale loudly and suddenly. I collapse onto your sweat-glistened chest, my tits smacking against the wet, hard surface. We drift in and out of a light sleep as the exhaustion from passion engulfs us both.

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Author’s Note:

I’ll give my usual disclaimer. This story is written from my perspective as a straight man. I hope it’s not alienating for female readers. This is the only perspective that feels authentic to me right now. Maybe someday I’ll try a different point of view.

I edit my own stories. I found a few minor typos in my last submission, so I’ve been more careful with this story.

As always, I welcome feedback. I’ve enjoyed hearing people’s thoughts, and it’s probably the reason I’ve continued to submit stories and attempted to improve my writing.

Thank you for reading.

…..

Two years after my divorce I was still single and living alone. I was forty. My twelve years of marriage had been fairly successful, but my wife and I grew in different directions and eventually decided to part amicably. I didn’t feel any pressure to find a new partner. I was learning to accept myself and live more honestly. This seemed to be an important step in my life.

Dating after so many years of marriage was strange. I used a dating app for the first time. It was kind of exciting at first. Many more young women expressed interest in me than I would have expected, but ironically, my interest in them was also less than I expected. I didn’t want to be fetishized as an “older man”. I’ll admit, soon after my divorce, I did date a woman who was thirteen years younger than I. She was lovely, but there wasn’t enough to sustain a deeper connection. Eventually I stopped using the app. I decided to let connections happen naturally in-person.

There were a few hits and many misses. I remember one evening in particular. I met a charming woman at a bar. We spent the evening talking. She was single, fascinating, and funny. We seemed to have great chemistry and a quick rapport. Toward the end of the night I considered asking her out on a date, when she offhandedly asked me if I could introduce her to any of my single female friends. It was only then I realized she was gay. Apparently the vibe I had been feeling was embarrassingly misguided. But I truly enjoyed my conversation with her, and it was a good reminder that authentically connecting with someone is its own reward. I decided to take this lesson and apply it to my future interactions.

A few months later I attended a gallery opening for my friend Jenna’s most recent body of work. It was a full installation that had taken her weeks to complete. Openings weren’t really much fun for me. I preferred to visit galleries after the work had been on display for a week or two so I could see it without feeling crowded by other people. But supporting my friend was important to me and I’d agreed to come.

I entered the gallery and admired the effort she’d invested in transforming the space. I took it in briefly before deciding to look for her to offer my congratulations. I moved through the crowded space, weaving through the tangle of trendy (if not slightly pretentious) art folk. Then I was compelled to stop abruptly. An alarmingly beautiful woman stood in my path. She was dark skinned, statuesque, and voluptuous, her hair in tight braids pulled back into a cascading ponytail. She was resplendent and commanding. I immediately felt a shock, a stab of panic like seeing a crush, even though I had never met this woman. We made eye contact as I approached, and my unconscious mind demanded something of me; a vague edict to speak.

“Hi,” I said, as though we’d known each other for years.

“Hi!” She said returning my smile. “Have we met?”

“No. I’m confident I’d remember.”

“Oh, okay,” she said, still smiling, probably wondering why I had greeted her.

“I’m looking for Jenna. Do you know her?” I asked.

“Yeah! She’s back there,” she said pointing to the back corner of the gallery where Jenna was somewhat predictably lurking away from the crowd.

I thanked her and moved on, but my thoughts kept returning to her. I wanted to look back. I wanted to stare at her, to memorize her features and watch how she carried herself like a living sculpture. I delayed as long as I could, but as I approached Jenna I spun briefly to glance back in her direction. I found her looking back at me and quickly averted my eyes in embarrassment.

“Hi! Thank you for coming!” Jenna said, welcoming me with a hug.

“Congratulations!” I said. “This is incredible.”

“Thank you.”

“By the way, who the fuck is that?” I asked, too nervous to turn around and indicate who I meant.

“Who?” Jenna asked in confusion.

“The tall smokeshow, behind me. Is she still looking?”

“Oh, you mean Zoey? Yes, she’s still looking,” Jenna said, waving over my shoulder. “Why?”

“I don’t know. I said ‘hi’ to her. It was a weird thing to do.”

Jenna and I discussed her work for a while, but her attention was in high demand. She was soon whisked away by other friends and potential buyers, and I decided to leave before the wine reception.

I passed Zoey on the way out and introduced myself. “You’re Zoey?”

“Yes,” she said.

“I’m Anadolu Yakası Escort sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier. I didn’t mean to be rude,” I said apologetically.

“Oh, no worries. It’s nice to meet you. Jenna has mentioned you a few times.”

We briefly talked about Jenna’s art, but I didn’t want to be intrusive, so I quickly excused myself.

“It was really great to meet you, Zoey. I’m actually taking off, but I hope you enjoy your night,” I said. Then in a moment of dumb bravery I casually said, “By the way, you’re magnificent,” before I turned and left her smiling and probably bewildered.

I returned home feeling a little disappointed about my exchange with Zoey. Was I a creep? I didn’t want to ruminate on it, so I tried to put it out of my mind. This happened to me from time to time. I’d replay conversations in my head, compulsively focusing on moments of awkwardness like small wounds I couldn’t leave alone. I wished I’d been more charming and asked Zoey a thoughtful question about herself instead of being so enthralled by her physical beauty. I managed to forgive myself and chalked it up as another lesson in self compassion. Maybe I’d see Zoey again someday and have a proper conversation.

Two days later I got a text from an unknown number.

[Unknown: Hi! This is Zoey. I got your number from Jenna. I hope you don’t mind. Do you want to grab coffee sometime?]

It was a shock. I thought I’d made a terrible impression on Zoey. I replied immediately. Maybe I was overeager, but I wanted to meet this woman and didn’t want to mess it up a second time.

[Me: I’d love to have coffee with you.]

We met at a small café the next day. We had a lot in common. We were both divorced. Zoey had been single a year longer than I. We both hated dating apps.

Zoey was also an artist. We shared our work, exchanging phones to scroll through each other’s images. As I fawned over her thoughtful and vibrantly colored art, I felt my admiration growing. Infatuation always starts like a dark seed planted deep in my heart, and I could sense its familiar roots beginning to sprout, groping its way into my limbic system, seeking purchase on something important to me, metaphorically tugging at my heartstrings. It hadn’t yet grown into the dense mangrove it would become, but I knew it was there, silently expanding.

“Jesus, this is amazing,” I sighed.

“So is yours!”

As it turned out, Zoey hadn’t asked Jenna for my number. Jenna had given it to Zoey and told her I called her a “smokeshow.”

Yes, I was a creep.

“Fucking Jenna,” I thought, cursing her briefly before I appreciated the fact that Zoey never would have messaged me if Jenna hadn’t intervened. She was actually a wonderful friend. This was little consolation for my embarrassment.

“I’m sorry I called you that,” I admitted sincerely.

“Don’t be. I was flattered. I don’t get that kind of compliment often,” Zoey offered forgivingly.

“Really?” I asked skeptically.

“It’s a blessing and a curse. Most of my friends are skinny white girls. They get all the attention. That’s usually good for me, but you know, it gets a little old.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you something at the risk of looking shallow.”

“Ooh, tell me.”

“I wanted to hit on you so badly the other night, based exclusively on how hot you are.”

We both laughed.

I didn’t want to dwell on it so I moved the conversation along. We chatted for another hour and didn’t return to the subject. Our coffee date ended with a nice hug and mutual interest in seeing each other again.

Zoey and I met for drinks a week later. Again, our conversation was expansive and deep. We talked for three hours before I mustered the courage to reach across the table and take her hand. I nervously slid my palm across hers and she smiled, closing her fingers around mine and bringing her other hand to my wrist. Her hands felt small and silky against mine. I enjoyed the contrast of my light complexion against her dark skin. We talked while we touched each other’s hands, communicating far more through our gently playing fingertips than our words. I ran my fingers up her palm and explored the thin tendons of her wrist, then tenderly folded her fingers into a fist and held her whole hand in my palm, gently kneading her forearm with my other hand. These were the terrifying simple touches that could only occur once in a relationship; the first touches. I will never forget the first time I touched her hands.

Our date ended with another hug and a chaste kiss, standing on the sidewalk while she waited for her ride to pick her up. I returned home, vibrating with excitement.

Our third date ended with a fiery make out session in my car as I tried to drop her off at her apartment. It started with slow deep kissing and escalated until we were breathless and disheveled. Our clothes stayed on, and we didn’t take it further, which made the sexual tension exquisitely unbearable. We said good night Kadıköy Escort and I savored the glorious ache of anticipation I would endure until I saw her again.

Our fourth date was three weeks later, frustratingly delayed by her travel plans. We agreed to have dinner at my house, which seemed like a big step. Cooking dinner didn’t make me nervous. I was a serviceable cook. But having a date at my house was open-ended. It was more intimate than our previous dates, which had all been in public places. It also hinted at the possibility of sex. I hadn’t slept with a woman in over a year. I didn’t know if Zoey and I were ready to make that leap. I wanted to let the evening unfold without any expectations. I enjoyed the feeling of our connection slowly unraveling. I didn’t want it to reveal itself too quickly. I wanted to hold onto the mystery of anticipation.

I considered this as I removed the paella from the hot burner. It struck me as an appropriate dish. It had to be heated, then covered and left to rest. It required patience. And then, after I’d waited long enough, I could slowly unwrap it and discover what was inside, but if I rushed it I risked ruining it. I had cooked a metaphor. I wondered If I had unconsciously selected paella for this reason.

I met her at the door when she arrived. It’s hard to put into words how she looked to me. I could use words like “radiant” or “stunning”, but those words are too abstract and detached to convey my feelings. How she looked made me want to melt into her and feel the warmth of her body. She gave me goosebumps. Her hair was no longer in braids. It was wild and free, her dancing tangle of black spiral curls parted dramatically to one side. She wore a black wool coat and scarf, which I took from her as she entered. Underneath she wore a simple light grey cotton dress and black boots. Her dress was long sleeved and form fitting, wickedly accentuating her ample curves in a way I hadn’t seen before. I knew in that moment the anticipation I had been savoring was now unbearable. I wanted to touch her. I didn’t want to stop touching her until I had explored every sensual curve, every nook and cranny, every inch of her. I was smitten.

I thought about what I was wearing. I just had on jeans and a t-shirt. I felt a little underdressed and wished I’d made more effort.

“You changed your hair,” I observed nonchalantly, attempting to mask my swooning enthusiasm.

“Do you like it?”

“Oh yeah. I like it,” I said, grinning. “Dinner will be ready in like twenty minutes. Do you want a glass of wine?”

“I’d love a glass of wine,” she answered, beginning to explore my home.

I went to the kitchen to open the wine, and watched her as she milled around the living room, casually inspecting the art on my walls, then looking through the various photos I had framed.

“Is this your ex?” She asked holding up a photo from a friend’s wedding.

“Uh, yes, that’s her,” I said trying to see the photo from across the room.

I poured our wine and joined her in the living room.

“She’s gorgeous,” Zoey said.

“Yes. She is,” I admitted.

It would have been disingenuous to deny it. My ex wife was exceedingly beautiful according to conventional standards. She was a skinny white girl, with the long graceful body of a dancer. Other than height, Zoey and my wife had little in common, physically or otherwise. My ex wife was fair and blue-eyed. I remembered how those eyes often felt vacant and cold, unlike Zoey’s. Zoey’s warm chestnut eyes glowed with the light of a passionate inner life. I wanted to know what was behind her eyes if only in fleeting glimpses, to share something with her. We can never truly know another, but we can briefly touch each other and feel connected.

“So this is your type, huh?” She said taking a glass of wine from my hand. “Thank you.”

“I don’t have a type,” I said honestly. “Right now, you’re my only type,” I continued reassuringly.

She looked at me skeptically.

“So your ex looks like me?” I asked hyperbolically.

She cracked a smile and we both laughed.

“That’s fair. That’s fair,” she repeated, surrendering the point.

“Come here,” I said.

She smiled and walked toward me slowly. As soon as she was within reach I threw my arm around her waist and pulled her to me.

“I fucking missed you,” I said. “I’ve missed you since the last second we were together.”

“I missed you to,” she whispered.

I planted an soft kiss on her waiting lips. Then she pulled back. She took the glass of wine from my hand and placed both of our glasses on the coffee table. She slid back into my arms and placed her hand on the back of my head, pulling me into a deep kiss. I moaned into her mouth as our tongues explored each other. I felt her warm body under my palms as I placed my hands on her waist. Soon we were kissing frantically, her hand tugging at my t-shirt and running up and down my leg. I reached back and grabbed her ass, pulling her against me.

There İstanbul Escort was no way we were going to make it to dinner.

I broke our kiss as we breathed heavily. “Do you – ” I said pausing nervously. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?”

“Oh god, yes!” She whispered enthusiastically.

We crashed haphazardly down the hall, bumping into each other as we tried to keep kissing and touching, almost falling into the bedroom before we regained our balance and slowed down.

“Let me take off your boots,” I said.

She sat on the bed while I unzipped each boot and pulled them off gently before tossing them to the corner. Then I pulled her back to her feet. We undressed each other slowly, one article of clothing at a time, taking turns. Finally, she slid my underwear down and I stepped out of them while she watched, slowly swaying her hips and biting her lip. We stood there for a moment, looking at each other’s fully naked bodies. I was so hard it nearly hurt.

She was perfect. I let my eyes travel up her well-formed legs to her shapely hips. She had the most perfect little tummy, slightly rounded and soft – the delightful cushion that women hate, but men love to touch. Everything about her was soft. Everything about her demanded to be touched. I admired her full breasts, punctuated by large swollen nipples a full shade darker than the rest of her skin. Then I shamelessly looked down to her crotch, where she had left just a hint of short black hair unshaved.

I stepped forward pulling her to me again, my rigid erection pressed upward against her tummy. My hands grasped at her, rudely taking handfuls of her soft round ass. I was going to fuck this woman and make her cum.

I walked her back until her legs met the bed and she sat reflexively. I cradled the back of her neck, pulling her luscious lips against mine as I kissed her wildly. My mouth moved, searching hungrily over her chin and down her neck. I knew where my mouth needed to go, but I wanted to explore every inch of her on the way down. With one hand behind her back to hold her upright, I plunged my mouth over her collarbone, my free hand discourteously groping her soft body. Finding one of her heaving breasts I lifted it crudely, cradling my handful of tit as my mouth descended on her other breast. I circled my tongue around the border of her wide areola teasingly, spiraling inward slowly until my mouth hovered over her erect nipple. I let her feel my hot breath on her sensitive skin, then lightly flicked my tongue over her swollen nipple before engulfing her with my mouth. I sucked her tit gently while we both moaned together. I pressed her breasts together, savoring their weight in my hands and squeezing them closer so I could lick her from one nipple to the other.

Still gripping her breasts tightly, I let my mouth wander further down her body as she fell back to her elbows. I dropped to one knee and parted her legs as I kissed and licked my way down her abdomen. Then I placed my hands behind her knees and lifted her legs, spreading them. I kissed the insides of her thighs as the insistent scent of her arousal begged my mouth the find her dripping sex.

Suddenly I felt tension in her body. She had been melting in my hands, but now I sensed something was wrong. I stopped and raised my eyes to meet hers.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” I asked with concern.

“No, I don’t want to stop. It’s just that I don’t know about that,” she replied uncertainly. “You know, what you’re about to do.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling a little confused.

I stood up and joined her on the bed. We lay facing each other and continued touching tenderly.

“Do you dislike oral sex?” I asked gently.

“I like giving it,” she offered in consolation.

“Does it not feel good to you?”

I’d known women who genuinely disliked receiving oral sex. I understood that it simply didn’t feel good to some people, and I wondered if this was true for Zoey.

“It does feel good. It just makes me feel a little selfish,” she admitted. “I get self conscious. I’d rather focus on you.”

“Okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but if it feels good to you, then I just want you to know I’d love to do that for you.”

“I want to do things we both enjoy,” she replied.

I truly didn’t want to be pushy, but I could just tell she was holding something back, so I couldn’t let myself drop it.

“Do you think I wouldn’t enjoy it?” I asked gently. Then I took her wrist and guided her hand to my erection. “Does it feel like I’m not excited?”

She wrapped her hand around my rigid shaft and stroked me slowly. “Mmm. No. You feel very excited,” she said smiling warmly. “Why do you want to do that so bad?”

“Because you’re so fucking hot I want to taste you.” I said, surprising myself. “You drive me crazy and I want you all over me.”

“God damn!” she said, blushing and unable to suppress her wide grin. “You, sir, are very persuasive. I think that’s the dirtiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“Shit. Did that bother you?” I replied.

“Hell no. That was hot,” she said chuckling. “You can talk as dirty as you want.”

“Okay,” I said, pausing. “If you don’t want to lie back and receive, maybe we should please each other at the same time?”

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That whole next week I was in a pretty bad mood. I stayed away from people outside of work. At the office I tried to be my cheerful, smiling self, but people could tell I was unhappy. Jennifer, my assistant as well as a confidant, talked to me about it on two different days.

“It’s obvious something is bothering you,” she told me in private.

“I’m okay,” I told her. “Just a lot of things hitting me at once, but I’ll be fine.”

“We should talk. You’d feel better if you got it off your chest,” Jennifer responded.

“No, I really don’t think so. I’d rather not talk about it. It’ll be better in a few days.”

She was a good friend and didn’t force me to talk. She knew we would talk when I felt like it. What I didn’t know at the time was that Tom was concerned as well, and had spoken to Jennifer about me. On Friday he finally confronted me.

“Susan, this week has been strange. Something has been eating at you, and I want to know what it is.” He didn’t want to give me a choice.

“I’ll be okay, Tom,” I started, but he interrupted.

“After work, we’ll go get a drink. Someplace quiet. We can talk.” He looked at me to see if I would object. When I didn’t say anything, he turned and left.

We both stayed after work until everyone else had left. We could have talked there, but we didn’t. A neutral, non-work environment would be better. I left with Tom, not talking much, and we drove together to a small, out-of-the way bar. It didn’t seem easy to find a quiet bar in the suburban town of Cranberry on a Friday night, especially one where we wouldn’t know anyone, but we did.

We got settled in a back booth and ordered our drinks. Tom looked at me, held my hand across the table, and said, “How have you been?”

I felt the tears well up in my eyes, and before I could say anything they started rolling down my cheeks. I just looked at him helplessly, not able to speak. Tom got up and came over to sit closer to me. He slipped an arm around me, mostly hidden by the booth, and held me tight while I settled down. Our drinks came and I took a big gulp.

“What is it, Suzie?” He didn’t use my office name – Susan – and that little thing made me feel better.

“I … had a bad few days,” I managed to say.

“Was it something I did?” Tom asked.

He was such a sweet man. What could he have done? We had a great couple days of sex, then decided to cool off for a while. He had been wonderful, and now he was concerned that my breakdown was somehow his fault.

“No, Tom,” I told him, looking into his eyes sweetly. “What could you have done?”

“Then what is it that has made you so miserable?”

Tears rolled over my cheeks again as I muttered, “I was just so bad. So stupid!” I sniffed.

“Was it work or personal?” he asked.

“Personal,” I said. “Sex.”

Whoops. I let that out without thinking about it. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to admit what I had done to anyone. Especially Tom. I definitely had feelings for him. How can I share my illicit sex life with a man I was interested in?

“You had sex with someone?” he asked, knowing the answer. “Nothing wrong with that.” He paused, thinking, I suppose. “With someone you didn’t like? You’re ashamed of?”

That was pretty close. Tom seemed to know me so well, I mumbled, “I didn’t know him.”

He was thinking. “You didn’t know him? Had you just met him?”

I put my head on his shoulder, too embarrassed to be seen. “There was a party. Just singles. Drinking. Everyone seemed to… I didn’t realize it was that kind of party.”

“It’s okay,” he said patting my shoulder. “I think I understand. You just met the guy, you were drinking, and you had sex?”

I nodded my head and started sobbing.

“Suzie, it’s okay. A lot of people have sex when they first meet. It’s okay.”

“I’m such a slut,” I said. I was also thinking of Todd, the teenaged neighbor, but I wasn’t going to tell Tom about him.

“You are not a slut!” Tom said with authority.

I lifted my head off his shoulder and looked at him for the first time in a long time. “How do you know?” I asked, sounding angry, feeling angry at myself, finally letting it out. “How do you know I’m not a slut? I sure felt like it last weekend! And I was pretty easy for you, wasn’t I? Right in your office, no preliminaries, just BANG!” I was getting wound up. “And what about the trip. I was sure easy then. I certainly acted like a slut on that trip!”

“Suzie, Suzie,” He said, holding me, patting me,calming me down. When I settled down he continued. “I don’t know what you did last weekend, but it doesn’t sound too bad. As for the times with me… “

He quit talking in mid-sentence. I looked up Kartal Escort to see a strange emotion on his face. He was attempting to keep himself in check.

“That hurts me,” he continued. “I have strong feelings for you, and I thought you did, too. I never did anything like that in my office before. It all came out in a flurry of emotion. Everything with you was… genuine emotion. I hope you don’t think that I used you.”

The emotion in the man’s voice was incredible. It made me forget all of the horrible feelings that I had about myself. It sounded like he was hurting. How did that happen?

I looked deeply into his eyes. “No, Tom, no, I never felt cheap at all when we were together. Everything was wonderful with you.” I was rubbing his arm, and his chest. “But after this other thing, then thinking how easy I was for you, I started wondering if I was just a slut.”

“If you were a slut, you wouldn’t be feeling so guilty,” he replied. “And our time together was totally different. At least, if your feelings for me are half of what mine are for you.”

“Your feelings,” I started to say. What was he saying? I replayed his sentence again in my head. “What are you saying?”

“Suzie, I’m trying to say I have strong feelings for you. Very strong. I have been miserable this past week. You wanted to end our relationship…”

“Just cool it off,” I corrected him quickly.

“Cool it, end it, I didn’t know what you were thinking. Then all week you acted strange, like you didn’t care.”

“Oh, no, Tom. I do care,” I interrupted again.

“Do you?”

“Yes, Tom, I do. I really do.” I was suddenly feeling good again. “I was concerned that I cared for you too much. I guess I was afraid that I was just another in your long list of women.”

Tom laughed. “My long list of women? Is that what people think?” He laughed again.

I nodded. That’s what I thought, too.

“There’s no long list of women. There’s a very short list. I flirt a lot, I enjoy it. I date a good bit, but seldom more than a couple dates with anyone.” He laughed again. “Maybe that’s where the stories came from. But they were really tame dates.”

“What do you call a short list of women?” I asked, since the subject had come up. I was genuinely interested. “Two or three dozen?”

He looked at me with a serious, solemn, soulful expression. “Suzie, there hasn’t even been one dozen. And most of my exploits were when I was quite young. There have only been two women in the past…” he seemed to be silently counting. “…In the past nine years.”

I was surprised. Actually shocked. “I could totally ruin your reputation with that information.”

Another laugh, then he got serious. “And I never felt anything special for a woman – until you.”

Tears started down my cheeks again, but this time they were happy ones. I looked deeply into his eyes again, thinking how much I cared for him, and he obviously cared for me. How hard was it for him to have said what he had said? He must truly care a lot.

“Oh, Tom, do you really mean it?” I asked, stupidly.

“Yes,” he said, “Every word. But I still don’t know how you feel.”

“Oh, Tom, I lo…” I stopped. Did I want to say I love him? Is that going too far? I really believed I did, but should I say that word yet?

He said, “Go ahead, you can say it – however you really feel.”

“I love you,” I said softly. “I love you, I do.”

“I love you, too,” He said.

Oh, my God! My stomach seemed to drop out of my body, my blood drained as well. It was a feeling like riding the Tower of Terror at Disney World, or The Phantom at Kennywood. My whole body was just drained hearing him say those words to me. “Music to my ears?’ No, the feeling was so much stronger than that.

Our lips came together into a long, deep kiss. Afterwards I looked around, afraid of who saw us and what they thought. It had been that good of a kiss!

Tom asked, “Do you think we could go to your place? Or my place?”

“Sure,” I said eagerly. “Let’s go”

He laid some money on the table, not waiting for the check. We scrambled out of there quickly, cursing the traffic all the way to my place.

At my place we went straight for the bedroom. We kissed deeply and passionately, and we ripped our clothes off. We fell onto the bed in a strong embrace, kissing, hands all over each other, but not stopping them long at any one spot.

Tom stopped our reckless passion. He was laying on top of me, basically, when he rose up, looked down on me, and said, “I do love you, Suzie.”

I smile, my heart leaped, and his lips met mine in a soft, loving kiss. We gradually melted into each other. We continued Yakacık Escort kissing and touching, but we were now more in control of ourselves. Sort of.

My hands were roaming all over his back, and his butt. His hands were on my breasts, rubbing them and my nipples. His mouth went from kissing my mouth to my neck and on down my chest, ending up at my breasts. He licked around a nipple, flicked his tongue over it, finally sucking it into his mouth. The hand that was freed up slid over my stomach, over my mound, and between my legs. He cupped my whole region. The heel of his hand pushed on my clit, his fingers feeling my labia, pulling, pressing, rubbing all over. His middle finger pushed in between my nether lips, finding my vagina and pushing into it. I came before I realized I was ready, a sudden, strong, eruption that I wasn’t ready for but I enjoyed!

Tom stopped to get a condom and put it on. I felt a tinge of regret. I wanted to tell him not to bother, as we had already done it without one. But that was before I had turned slutty and had sex with two more guys. I didn’t think there was a problem, but I made a note to see a doctor.

After he had secured his condom he laid on top of me, pinning me down. He raised my arms high above my head and held them there with one strong hand while the other guided his erection into my soaking wet vagina. It had been nearly two weeks since we had made love. Again, I felt like a slut, because I had had two men in that time. Tom, probably no one. Though evidently he had been longing for me greatly. The look in his eyes was as lustful as I had ever seen.

His long, hard shaft buried itself in me completely on the first stroke, Then he held it in deep, enjoying the feeling of my pussy enveloping him. He stroked a couple more times and held it inside. I could do little as his strong hand held both of mine above my head, my body stretched out beneath him. I raised my hips, helping to drive him as deep into me as he could go. His other hand was now pulling and pinching my sensitive nipple, while his penis rubbed against my clit when it stroked in and out. I felt dominated in this position, and I liked it. My body erupted again in a strong orgasm, and I shuddered all over. My pussy must have gripped his shaft as he held it deep inside and moaned along with me.

After waiting inside me for a few moments, he withdrew his penis nearly the whole way, then plowed back in forcefully. He drove deep inside me, over and over, lust having taken over. His hands took hold of my legs and raised them both straight up in the air, not spread, he held them together as he continued to drive into my defenseless pussy. I could feel his balls slapping me with each thrust. I wanted to grab them, to squeeze his ass, to hold him tight, but my arms stayed stretched out above me as if he was still holding them. Somehow they didn’t want to move.

He raised up on his knees, pulling my lower body up with him, and thrust his hips hard into me, still holding my legs tight. Driving from his knees now he could thrust into me even harder than before. Suddenly his cum erupted as he drove into me, over and over, and was still driving after he had finished climaxing. He gradually calmed down and let my legs down. I spread them allowing him to lay on me, sucking on my breasts, biting my nipples. One hand rubbed my clit, his deflating penis still inside me as he brought me closer and closer to another orgasm. I finally erupted with my legs wrapped around him, and even my arms came down to hold him tight.

“I love you,” I whispered in his ear as I came down off my high.

He rolled off me – and out of me – and I rolled onto my side, cuddling close to this muscular man that I didn’t ever want to let go of again.

******

I awoke hours later. It was morning. Tom had gotten up and was using the bathroom. I got up and followed him in, creeping up behind him as he stood at the sink. I snuck my hand in between his legs from behind and firmly grabbed his sack above his balls. He seemed surprised, but pleasantly.

“Morning, Hon,” he said.

“Good morning, Sweetie,” I replied. We both used standard, silly endearments, but they sounded so good.

Our eyes stayed locked on each other in the mirror as I remained kneeling behind him, pulling his ball sack down, trying to give him a thrill without too much pain. It must have been working. I laughed as I watched his penis in the mirror. Each time I pulled his sack down, his erection got a little stiffer. It looked like I was pumping up a bicycle tire. Up and up it went with each pull, until it was finally at full erection.

I reached around his leg with my other Kadıköy Escort hand and gripped his erection, rubbing one finger over the engorged head then pumping the shaft. Every few strokes I worked my whole hand over the tip and changed the angle I was using to pump his dick. He started to turn, to embrace me or haul me off to the bed, but I told him no.

“Stay there. Just enjoy,” I said as I continued working his shaft and still pulling on his balls, squeezing them as hard as I could without inflicting too much pain. I also began pinching the head of his dick in between strokes. Soon he was moaning, breathing hard, pushing his hips toward the mirror. He was almost there.

“Yes, Baby. Cum for me. Shoot your load all over the mirror. Watch it splash like it does inside me. Cum for Suzie.”

Soon he did just that. With a loud moan his sperm came shooting out of his purple head, splat after splat hitting the mirror hard, making a terrific mess on it. I wondered how far it would have traveled if it was able. I let go of his balls, and when he was about done I turned him a little, reaching around him with my mouth to take the last bit of cum. I licked the head, then the shaft, cleaning it up and swallowing it. I sucked his softening dick deep into my mouth and stroked the last bit of cum out of it as he held onto the counter for balance.

I rose up and gave him a a big sloppy kiss, my tongue giving him a taste of his own cum.

“Is that your morning breath?” he asked teasingly.

“Mmmmm, do you think that would be good to do every morning?”

He groaned, then put his hands under my butt and lifted me effortlessly onto the counter. He attacked my breasts and nipples with both his hands and mouth, and with tongue and teeth. He pulled one nipple out away from body until it ripped its way free from his teeth. The pain was exciting. I wondered if he was causing me pain on purpose as I had done to his balls. I hoped so. It felt wonderful. The nerves from my nipples to my pussy were on fire. I was groaning, my hands held his head tight against my breasts, but couldn’t keep him from sliding his tongue down my body, kissing as he went, until he reached my mound.

I started groaning louder as he bit my clit, then moved on to take my pussy lips in his mouth, sucking them in, biting them. His hands were still playing with my breasts as his tongue forced its way deep between my labia, sliding up and down. His found my hole and went in, fucking me like a little dick until I couldn’t take it any more. My pussy exploded. I wrapped my legs around his head, forcing his mouth even harder onto me. He didn’t let up as he lapped up all my juices, then continued his attack.

His tongue slid deeply between my labia, then up to my clit, batting it back and forth. A finger found its way into my vagina and stroked my tenderest spot while his teeth gripped my clit. He pulled at it. his tongue keeping up its assault. I wasn’t able to really come down from my climax. He was keeping me close to that edge.

His mouth spread wide and covered most of my pussy, sucking in the whole area, when I felt a strange feeling even deeper inside. It took a moment, in my condition, to realize that Tom had a finger on my asshole. It was certainly wet with fluids leaking down from my earlier orgasm, and his finger was pushing firmly at the opening.

I had never gotten into any kind of anal play, but at the moment this seemed quite exciting. I started making those squeaking sounds again as I pushed my hips toward him and pulled him ever tighter. WIth now two fingers in my pussy, Tom’s mouth covering my pussy, and his tongue flicking my clit, my own fingers were pulling at my nipples with abandon. When I felt his finger push past my sphincter and slightly into my rear hole, I let loose with a scream and an orgasm that nearly made me fall off the counter. Though I didn’t realize it at the time, Tom had to also hold me up so that I didn’t plunge off it onto the floor.

I wasn’t thinking of that. I wasn’t thinking at all. My body convulsed, I was straining to grip his fingers with my pussy muscles, my cum was squirting and being sucked out into Tom’s mouth, my squeaks had become screams, I was incoherent.

As I regained my senses Tom let his fingers remain in my pussy but kissed his way up my body, causing a few more little convulsions as he sucked on my nipples, and ending at my mouth. We kissed passionately. My legs wrapped around him, our arms wrapped around each other. I never wanted to stop.

“I love you,” I said again when our lips parted. I loved saying that. I loved feeling that. I also loved what he said next.

He looked at me with love in his eyes. “I love you, and I don’t want this to end. I want us to be a couple. Exclusively. Publicly. No exceptions, no arguments.”

I was not going to argue. He was the boss, and I agreed with everything he was saying. And that’s the way it’s been ever since.

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Recap from Chapter 1: Three guys live together as roommates in the area around a big US city. One, the main character Mike, ends up having a no-touching masturbation sessions with Elise, his friend/roommate’s (Sean) girlfriend. His smaller head did the thinking and let things progress until Elise got herself off then managed to surprise Mike by latching her lips around his dick and finishing him off. The no-touching masturbation session was a partial failure since lips met dick, but they both got off on it. Continue for Chapter 2. There will be more lips-meeting-dick action.

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After Elise stopped me from frosting a napkin, not much happened in the living room. She giggled, said, “that was fun” and then danced upstairs while I simply stood there shell-shocked with my pants and boxers around my ankles. Half-hard dick just hanging out.

I gathered myself eventually and made my way upstairs to my own bedroom while thinking over what just happened. On one hand, it was amazing. I’m pretty sure I’ve never had anything as exciting happen with a girl before that point. There have been good times with various ladies, but that was something on another level. Watching a girl finger herself and rub her clit less than 3 feet away, while stroking myself using her own juices… was definitely a new experience. On the other hand, I just stepped way over a line with my roommate’s girlfriend – who is over at our place all the time. I couldn’t tell him about this, he’d be incredibly pissed and would probably hate me and break up with Elise.

Inevitably, I had a hard time sleeping that night with all of the thoughts racing through my head. The next day, Friday, I didn’t see Elise since I get up earlier than my roommates when going to work. When I left the office at the end of the day, I joined some coworkers at a nearby brewery for drinks. I told Sean and Jake I’d be back around 10pm and we could meet up at the irish pub down the street from our house. Sean’s response was, “Sweet. Guys night.” I actually breathed a sigh of relief when he didn’t mention Elise. Acting normal around her would be tough – even more so with Sean nearby. But I had to find a way to talk to her about this without him around.

With food and drinks at the brewery finished, I arrived home to see Sean and Jake drinking and watching Beerfest in the family room. After they said I had time to take a quick shower, I hurried upstairs to get ready for the Friday evening. Since we were just heading to a local dive bar, I was quickly ready wearing informal clothes and within 20 minutes we were finishing our beers while walking down the driveway. Two of us made our crushed-can shots into the recycling bin – Jake isn’t much of an athlete and a terrible beer pong partner.

The pub is only three streets down from our place and we end up there most weekends. It’s nice to be friendly with the bartenders to the point we usually get free drinks or served quicker than most people waiting to order. This place was bar-only with a few dartboards and maybe 5 beers on tap. It’s small, but it generally doesn’t get crowded unless it’s St. Paddy’s day or a long weekend with people taking advantage of the extra drinking day.

Two Guinness, two Budweisers, two hours and a bowl of pretzels later, Sean was swaying a bit while texting on his phone and Jake was losing consistently at darts to a group of people we had started chatting with. I was next to Sean talking up a girl named Molly who had a bright smile, flat chest, but a booty that had me looking forward to when she’d turn and grab her beer off the high table we were standing next to. Things seemed to be going well, but Molly didn’t seem to be looking to run home right away this evening.

“So… we ready to go home? Whaddya think?” Sean asked as he staggered next to us and looked at me with shiny eyes.

“Um, yeah we can head off in a minute. See what Jake wants to do.”

Turning back to Molly, I asked if she’d like to meet up sometime for drinks. She smiled, put her number in my phone, and I was soon walking the few streets back home with Sean and Jake. I would have liked to have her join me, but getting a number and an accepted date isn’t a bad night at all in my book. Jake lamented his darts skills, Sean mumbled something about butt darts, and I simply listened and laughed.

When we got to our place and started walking up the sloped blacktop driveway, I noticed a figure sitting in the dark on our porch.

“Sean, you said you were on your way back more than 15 minutes ago!” Clearly frustrated, Elise had stood up and walked forward to meet us in front of the porch.

Instead of worry about listening to the eventual argument, I quickly went to the front door, unlocked it and turned on the lights to the living room. Bostancı Escort Jake and I grabbed a beer each from the fridge and settled on the couch to finish up Beerfest. Elise and Sean came inside after a few minutes and went straight upstairs. Her steps were steady up the old wooden slats, while Sean’s staggered steps followed slowly.

I was relieved that I didn’t have to face Elise – look into the same eyes I watched widen in orgasm the night before. Disaster avoided… for now.

The movie only had about 30 minutes left before we turned off the tv and both headed to our respective rooms. I was upstairs with Sean while Jake was on the first floor toward the back of the house. Before heading to bed, I stopped by the bathroom to piss and brush my teeth. Kicking off my shoes in the corner of the hallway, I began taking off my shirt and opened the door to my room before flipping on the light.

My shirt ended up in the pile of dirty clothes next to my closet and was soon joined by my socks and pants. As I leaned down to pick up my phone charger, I heard my bedroom door squeak behind me.

Dropping the phone cord, I turned to the door intrigued why it suddenly came open. There stood Elise, she was wearing a flannel shirt and I only saw legs appearing below. Her right hand was still on the doorknob and she was sort of cringing most likely at the sound she made.

“You should grease the hinge,” she said while transforming the cringe into a wide smile.

“Oh. Yeah. It’s an old house.” That’s it. Yup, I didn’t know what else to say. Was there something else to say?

“Well, a quiet hinge would make these trips a little more covert in the future.” She said this while looking me in the eye with a straight face. Elise wasn’t playing around, making a joke, or beating around the bush. My palms started sweating a little.

“Listen, Elise,” I started saying as the turned and slowly closed the door with her still in my room. “Last night was fun, but I think Sean would be pretty mad if he… if he…” I trailed away as I watched her grab the hem of the shirt and pull it up over her head revealing an olive skinned butt, back dimples, and perfectly straight spine before her hair swept back into view covering her all the way to her ass.

Turning to face me, she held the shirt so it covered her body. I simply stared as she walked lightly to me, stopping a foot away. “This is my choice. He’s passed out in bed. I’m up with my own needs. Desires. Besides, your other head doesn’t seem to mind.”

I followed her gaze down and saw that, sure enough, my hardening dick was poking through the front of my boxers – happy to be a part of this conversation. While looking down, I saw the shirt drop to the floor. I started bringing my gaze up to finally get a good view of her breasts, but she quickly dropped to her knees using the shirt as padding over my wooden floorboards.

By now, I was fully hard and poking really far out of the front slit of my boxers. Elise pulled the waistband up, carefully pushing me back through the slit, and then pulled the boxers down my legs. Before they even hit the floor, she had leaned forward and wrapped her lips around my head, using her mouth to pull me to an almost 90 degree angle (when hard I point pretty much at the ceiling).

“Uhhhh, fuck,” I whispered as I felt her tongue swirling around my head while her fingernails slowly slide up my calves, knees, then thighs before twisting around and grabbing my ass cheeks. I felt her pull me toward her as my dick slowly embedded itself deeper in her mouth. Elise only let about two inches slide in before she pulled back and repeated. Each time I sunk a little deeper. By the sixth thrust, I felt her nose wiggling back and forth on my stomach. I was fully in her mouth and it felt incredible. I couldn’t have pulled my eyes away from the scene happening in front of me if someone lit a fire in my room. She looked up at me with a smile written on her eyes – her mouth was a bit full to have her lips curl upward.

Slowly, she pulled back until my dick popped out of her mouth and bounced against my stomach.

“Think I can get you off without using my hands?” She asked me.

“Uh, yes. Easily.” She probably could have gotten me off without even touching me. Which I guess she sort of did the night before.

“Well, shoot. I wanted a challenge. Oh well, I’ll just have to live up to ‘easily’.” Quickly my cock once again disappeared into her mouth.

Elise would bob up and down starting with an inch or two in her mouth before getting me fully in, then repeat the process. Every so often she would let me slip out, then run her tongue from base to tip, flick the underside of my head (I’m circumcised), then repeat.

Meanwhile her hands Anadolu Yakası Escort would usually rub and clench my ass, but she’d also slide them up and down my thighs. At one point, she slide her hands up my thighs, circling around my cock just on the outside, then continued higher to softly grab my abs. She then slide them to my back, slowly sliding down until she was once again at my ass – grabbing and pulling.

This whole time I’d stifle my moans, try and keep my breathing even, and let her move me as she saw fit. At this point I was no longer fighting or even thinking of how pissed Sean would be, she was sucking any hesitancy out of me.

Soon enough I could feel that familiar tingling. “Um, Elise. I’m getting close.”

As soon as I said that, she pulled me fully into her mouth and I could feel her throat constricting again and again on the head of my dick. She was repeatedly swallowing while I was just inside of her throat. Needless to say, this blew my mind which caused me to blow my load.

“Oh, fuck. Now.” I managed to get this out before closing my eyes and letting myself go. Shot after shot were quickly downed by the little olive skinned beauty at my knees. After four throbs, she pulled back so just my head was inside of her mouth and that tongue of hers swished back and forth underneath. She breathed in deeply through her nose before swallowing again.

As I finished cumming, I felt my knees tremble and start to give. I put my right hand on her shoulder to keep myself upright.

Pulling her mouth off my dick, she giggled and said, “You alright there? Did I almost suck you off your feet?”

I could only chuckle and say, “Jesus. Yeah, something like that.” I felt I’d recovered enough and straightened up again. I rubbed my eyes and just kinda cupped my head – my mind was reeling from being sucked clean.

“Whoops, a little left.” I looked down to see her flick her tongue out and swipe away a drop of cum that had managed to miss the main party. She swallowed quickly then looked at me with that cheshire smile. This girl was going to get me into a world of trouble.

Elise stood up finally and for a moment we just stood there, each breathing a little heavier than normal. Then I stepped forward, pressed myself against her, leaned down, tilted her head up and kissed her. It started slow at first, but within seconds we were wrestling tongues and panting into each others mouths. But I pulled back suddenly – for a second her mouth was still open, tongue out, before she realized I’d pulled away. Elise opened her eyes and started to frown.

“On the bed. On your back. Your turn.”

Eyes lidded with a big grin on her face, she continued looking at me as she side stepped to my bed, let the mattress hit the back of her legs before sitting down. I walked to Elise and watched her lift her legs, placing her feet on the edge of the bed and spread her knees. In between her legs now, I once again leaned forward and continued kissing her, pushing her back slowly and surely until she was flat on her back.

Once again, I pulled away from her kiss – slower this time though. Now, I’m a bit of a romantic at heart. And when I have a girl naked on my bed, with her thighs hugging my waist, and my dick covered in her saliva – I make sure I treat her well. I moved my head down to the left side of her neck and began kissing. Under her ear, under the jaw, side of the neck, and to the collarbone. As my lips slowly moved down, my hands – once on her knees – slowly slide up her inner thighs. By the time my kisses got to her collarbone, my hands were both inches from her sex, but I kept sliding even has her hips rose at the closeness of my touch.

Switching to the the right side of her neck, I repeated the process. My hands moved from her thighs to her waist, sliding to the outside before moving in. My thumbs teased her belly button as my kiss reached the collarbone. But I continued south as my hands continued north. As I kissed between her breasts, each hand cupped a handful and lifted slightly. Glancing up at her eyes, I saw her watching me.

Giving her a big smile, I took the nipple my right hand offered into my mouth. My lips pursed on her areola and my tongue began to flick the tip of her nipple as I curled the fingers of my right hand slightly tighter. A few flicks more, I stopped and sucked in feeling her nipple suction into my mouth a little more. At this she let out a moan and her stomach trembled. Quickly, she brought her arm to her head and smothered her mouth with her left elbow.

I switched to her right nipple which my left hand offered up. Purse lips, flick tongue, curl fingers, and suck. The last action caused her other hand to slide quickly up my back and grasp a handful of my Ataşehir Escort hair. Keeping my hands rubbing, I began to kiss down. Between her breasts, along the peach fuzz covering her abs, tongue rimming the belly button, and finally to her lower abdomen.

When I was just above her pussy, I slide my hands down her sides, over her waist, and grasped her outer thighs. Her hips were just barely thrusting – I probably wouldn’t have noticed if my lips weren’t already suctioned to her pelvis. But, I didn’t give her what she wanted… not yet.

Moving further down, my mouth was poised just above her lips. Her smell was intoxicating, I just stared for a moment. About 24 hours ago I had this same sight before me, but this time I was an inch away and ready to be closer. But instead, I breathed out – my warm breath heating up her lips even further. Her thighs quickly sandwiched the sides of my head as I switched to a burst of cold air focused on her clit. As her thighs squeezed, I heard her forcefully breath in – although it was slightly muffled by her elbow. I repeated this twice more, each time receiving a more forceful reaction from Elise.

After the third time, I used my hands to part her thighs and pulled her hands down to hold them open. As she was spread wide, I let my left hand beginning kneading her right breast while my right hand simply covered her with my palm down. Heat was radiating out from her and I could feel my palm becoming moist. Sliding my hands down, I separated my fingers in the middle and slide up on either side of her outer lips. Elise moaned and bit down on her bottom lip – a valiant effort at keeping quiet.

Sliding up and down a few more times, I finally used my index and ring fingers to slide in the middle – opening her up completely. As her toes curled, I leaned down and gave a long slow swipe of my tongue from bottom to top with a final double flick when I got to her clit. She exhaled a sharp breath and mumbled, “oh fuck, please.”

I was done with teasing and dove in completely. About five more long licks of my tongue and her hips were rhythmically driving my mouth deeper into her. I covered the middle finger of my right hand with saliva before placing the tip at her hole. As I slide my finger forward, I moved my left hand to her left breast and pinched her nipple.

I clearly didn’t need to wet my finger, because I slid in swiftly as she thrust upward with her hips and arched her back. Luckily, she didn’t moan loudly or scream, but she took a long trembling breath in as I began sliding my finger in and out.

After keeping a steady pumping rhythm for a minute or so, I decided to up the ante. I’m all about taking my time and make a girl orgasm to the point where she might get a cramp in her foot. But, I was knuckle deep in my roommates girlfriend while he was passed out drunk in the room next door. I didn’t have all the time in the world. So I leaned down, wrapped my left arm around her thigh and pulled her open. My lips quickly sealed around her clit while my right hand added the ring finger next to my middle. The two fingers quickly got into the stoke and curl movement.

I’d like to say the above movement was swift and precisely enacted. But I’d be lying. Because as my lips started sucking on her clit, her right hand left go of her leg and tightly grabbed my hair. Meanwhile her left arm moved back up to smother her mouth in the crook of her elbow. It barely did enough to muffle the squeal she made as I rounded out the move with two fingers curling inside of her pussy. I relentlessly held on to her moving legs as my tongue began flicking around her clit which was trapped between my lips.

I timed my curl and tongue flicks to her breathing. Soon enough the speed of her breaths and my movements were picking up and within moments she was panting heavily. My fingers were a blur and my tongue tried hard to keep up the rhythm, but her shaking legs made it a bit difficult.

“Oh fuck, oh jesus, don’t stop. Right there, right mmphh,” Elise covered her mouth again as she began shaking. Her legs, her hips, and her stomach were fluttering endlessly as I held on and kept up the treatment. Finally, Elise’s whole body locked up and nearly pushed me off of her has her back arched off the bed and held still. I slowed my movements, but kept licking and curling as I rode out her orgasm.

A few moments later she relaxed her muscles and settled into the bed. I stopped my right hand and slowly withdrew my fingers as I rested my cheek on her inner right thigh while breathing softly across her sex. My left hand just rested on her stomach – feeling her slow deep breaths pushing up and down.

With a final deep sigh, she said, “Fuck yes. That hit the spot. Thank you.”

Elise moved up onto her elbows and looked down at me. Her hair was askew, her eyelids were heavy, and her mouth was parted as she still took deeper than normal breaths. The face of a well-pleased girl.

“It was my pleasure,” I said with a smile.

“Think we have time to fuck?” That cheshire smile.

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“That’ll be 29 dollars even.” he spoke dully.

Her response was to blink in confusion, hoping the fluttering of her eyelids would jar her head into understanding. It didn’t help, the pizza delivery guy still stood there, bored in front of her, waiting for payment. She looked down into the 20 dollar bill in her hand, trying to grasp how she miscalculated; a 20 dollar bill.

Her last 20 dollar bill.

Her Eyes sheepishly met his, but all she could think to say is “uhhhh…”. Her face mirrored the sentiment. Her head struggled back to the on line checkout order… she was almost certain the final bill was 14.99. Was he…pulling a fast one? Too much was going on to ponder it heavily. It was bad enough he was early, she had barely time to throw on her husband’s t-shirt to answer the door….

… And could the choice have been worse…. This was not the best garment to be greeting guests in. threadbare, sheer, and short as hell. It was an older undershirt that even her man would be embarrassed to wear to the door. And here she was, standing in front of a complete stranger, one hand holding a dollar, the other pulling at the hem line to insure she wasn’t giving him a show. Panties were not in the equation. She hated being late, even for a ringing doorbell.

The delivery guy’s eyes darted to her chest and her ongoing shirt battle. The tension of her fist tugging at its waist pulled the thin fabric tightly across her nipples, bringing them to attention. The fabric so thin both the dark circles of her nipples and the pink flesh of her breasts where impossible to ignore.

She looked up at him, his eyes elsewhere on her body, and said “I’m sorry, this is all I have.” He glanced only briefly at the bill in her hand, Ataşehir Escort and spoke.

“I can’t leave until the bill is paid in full.” His eyes dropped back to her tits.

She flushed a little angrily “It’s all I have, can I just get you the rest next time?” There would be no next time; she was much too embarrassed now to ever order from this place again. She wanted him gone and to be away from the situation.

“Can’t. Policy.” He mumbled. His eyes back to her chest.

She spoke loudly, “This is all I have, take it or leave it!” Inexplicably, even to her, she violently tucked the twenty into the front of his trousers. Her hand lingered, looped into the front of his pants securing the dollar bill behind the elastic. The flush of her anger made her a little light headed. What was she doing?

Her hand remained in the front of his pants.

His eyes finally left her breasts, wandered up her neck and face, and stared into hers. They said nothing. She reached deeper into his pants and felt the warmth of the dollar bill nestled next to his hardening cock. She was in shock. She kept her fingers still, but it slowly marched upwards between her finger tips. She pinched it gentle between her thumb and forefingers. It twitched and the head of it became slick and wet.

They both stood, staring at each other.

She circled her fingers around the moist head of his cock, rubbing the wetness around and around until he was completely slippery, than she pushed her hand down the shaft in one slow, slick, slimy push.

His stare finally broke, his eyes widened and dimmed. He exhaled sharply.

She slid her hand up and down his hardness; slowly. The twenty, carried up and out of his pants Kadıköy Escort by the motion, dropping to the floor.

Up and down.

Up and down.

She could not believe how wet he was getting, his dick was dripping gooey moisture from its head like a drooling child. She was getting wet too, but this was something else.

She let go of the hem of her shirt and it inched up. She could feel the cool air from outside drift between her thighs and her moist pussy. She used her now free hand to undo the snap in the front of his pants, temporarily letting go of his cock to help unzip him. She pulled his underwear down and tucked it underneath his smooth balls. His wet, shiny cock bobbing and dripping freely; exposed.

She returned her hand to him. Milking more wetness from his head and dragging it slowly down the shaft. More slow, languid strokes. She looked up into his face, but his eyes were closed. He still held the pizza box upright, though it tilted slowly back and forth in rhythm with her thrusts.

Her focus narrowed, shadows crept into her vision. She was really going to do this, wasn’t she? She dropped to her knees, and continued to slowly pull and jerk at his cock at eye level. She stared up at its head, pointed at her forehead. She aimed her stroke down and pulled his cock to her lips, and sucked it in.

Slowly.

She pursed her lips around the giant pink mushroom and sucked it hard. The suction pulled it tightly in and across her tongue, down to the back of her throat. She held him there for a second and then slowly pulled her neck back, letting it outside her mouth until the tip left her lips and bounced free. Strands of his wetness flicked onto her forehead and upper lip. She Bostancı Escort pulled it back down and into her mouth again, this time she gripped her thumb and fingers around the shaft and stroked it in time with her mouths descent again and again.

He moaned. She new what was coming. She could feel his balls rising onto her chin and his cock thicken. He spasmed a little; stepped wider. She quickened her pace and braced her self.

Just as she sensed he was about to explode in her mouth, something caught the corner of her eye.

Lights.

FUCK!

She completely lost herself in the moment, and forgot where she was. In front of her lit open doorway, the pizza guys cock in her mouth, while the neighbors across the street turned on porch lights.

SHIT.

They hadn’t seen her yet. GOOD. Quickly, she pulled her head away and reached for the door, grabbing the back of his ass in an attempt to pull them both inside and hide. But he stepped forward, slipped his cock back into her panicking mouth, and closed his hands around the back of her head.

The pizza box dropped to the floor.

He groaned at the top of his lungs as his cock emptied into her ballooning cheeks. Her attempts to speak to him only stimulated him more, and let his juice escape down the front of her lips and onto her breasts. She looked up into the eyes of her now wary neighbors, now completely fixated on her.

Pointing.

She turned her neck to let the large, shrinking cock escape from her head. It slithered across her cheeks and jaw, leaving a shiny trail.

She looked up angrily at him, his eyes dimmed with pleasure. The embarrassment made it difficult to speak, but she managed it. “Now, will you please go!?”

He looked down at her, at the sexy mess he left on her face and tits. At her heaving chest and outward thrust nipples, at the tiny shock of pubic hair no longer hidden beneath the scandalous men’s undershirt. He shook his head and leered;

“That’ll be 29 dollars even.”

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Well here I am, 50 years old and out of a job. After working for 30 years straight, the last 20 for the same company. Working my way up to a senior management position, I got retrenched after new owners came through. It seems that “Middle Management” are the first to go, to clear out the peter principle type people, and I was one of them.

Now I need to find a new job and maybe something new in my life. My wife passed away 18 months ago from cancer. I have kids too, they are off doing their own thing. So here I am on my own, unemployed and not a lot of prospects, I mean, who wants a fifty year old working for them.

I looked at myself and wondered what I was going to do. I registered with the unemployment office, a lot of help they were. I had to register with an agency, who were more interested in making sure I followed the rules that the Government set out too make it as hard as possible to get any benefits.

So I thought I would get involved in the local community, maybe put back something and help some other people less fortunate than me. I really shouldn’t complain, I got a retrenchment package that would keep me going for at least 12 months, I own my home and car and have a good amount of super put away so I can be comfortable in retirement, it is just being thrown on the scrapheap at fifty that’s really got to me.

What are my interests, that’s the first thought that ran through my head. I always liked photography and fishing and always had an interest in art, maybe I would learn to draw or paint. I looked around my local area for an art group that would take a rank beginner like me, but then I thought why not just get some paper and pencils and fool around at home.

I spent the next few weeks going fishing, always with my camera, taking some photos of the local area and trying to catch some fish. Then I would go home and try to draw what I saw. Over the weeks I caught a heap of fish, some I ate and some I froze to eat later, took a lot of photos mainly of the local scenery and wild life and occasionally, of someone interesting I saw and I saved on my computer. I also gathered a lot of paper with lines on them, laughingly called drawings.

I was at the local community centre one day, checking out the bulletin board for an art group, when I bumped into a guy I had spoken to a few times. He asked me what I was up to and I said I was retrenched a few months ago and just taking it easy. He asked if I was interested in helping out a group who needed someone with my type of skills, I used to work in I.T. I told them sure and got the details.

A few days later they were going to meet so I went down to introduce myself. It was mainly women, with two other guys. They all seemed friendly and I offered to do what I could to help which they seemed grateful for. We talked over what they are trying to achieve and I made a few suggestions about what they can try that’s different. I suggested we set up a website, they said they had one so I looked at it and said we can do lots better.

There was one woman there in particular, her name was Maria, she was a few years younger than me, really friendly and smiled a lot. I liked her from the moment I met her. There was another named Anadolu Yakası Escort Ann, looked quite serious, she wore glasses and tended to look over the top of the glasses at people.

I went a few times and we started to get their stuff together, I was building them a new website, something simple with a “CMS” they would be able to manage easily. We used to meet at various places, sometimes the community centre and sometimes people’s houses.

On night we met at Ann’s place. She had a nice unit which was very tastefully furnished and had a cat. I think the cat might have owned the house and just let Ann live there the way she pranced around but I seemed to make friends with her, the cat I mean lol.

After the meeting was over and most had left I was about to leave and Ann asked me if I wanted a coffee, as she wanted to discuss something with me, so I stayed for a coffee. We sat there and talked, then she asked me about doing websites. I told her it was really just a hobby for me. She told me she had a business and needed someone to check out her website and see if they can make some improvements. Ann asked if I could look at her website tomorrow and maybe discuss things tomorrow night over dinner. I told her I could do it tomorrow and would love to have dinner tomorrow night.

I went over Ann’s website the next day, it was a pretty standard website and there were quite a few things I could do to make it stand out a bit more. I grabbed a notebook and wrote the things down I thought of so I would have something to go with that night.

Come 7 oclock I was knocking on Ann’s door. Of course I had a nice bottle of white wine, I asked Ann if she would like me to bring one first. Ann opened the door and I was a bit surprised, she had her hair done nicely and some makeup on and had on a light summer dress, above the knees and showing a bit of cleavage. Ann welcomed me in with a smile and a kiss on the cheek.

I could smell dinner when I walked in, it was a nice curry and smelt delicious but not as good as Ann smelt. A nice smelling woman always get my blood racing a bit and this was no exception, I could feel a bit of stiffening in my pants and just hoped that Ann didn’t notice, or maybe I hoped she did notice and appreciated the compliment.

We went in and Ann got me to open the wine and pour us a glass as she got dinner ready and served up. She bent over the cupboards and her dress rose up her thighs giving me a very enjoyable view, which added to the stiffening in the pants.

We chatted over dinner, Ann asked me if I was divorced and was a bit stunned when I told her I was a widower, my wife having died of cancer. Ann was divorced 5 years and happily living on her own. After dinner we moved to the lounge room and Ann put some music on quietly and we sat and talked. Ann’s dress had ridden up a bit and she was showing a bit of thigh, something I find quite erotic. We were talking and laughing and enjoying each other’s company. It was obvious by this time we were attracted to each other and so eventually one thing led to another and we started to kiss.

In no time at all my tongue was in her mouth being sucked on, then her tongue was exploring my mouth. I Kadıköy Escort reached up and started to rub her sides and back then slid my hand round to her breasts. Her nipples were quite hard and I rubbed them and squeezed them a little bit. She broke off the kiss and undid the front of her dress and pulled it down to expose her bra, then undid her bra and took it off. We started kissing again and this time I caressed her bare breasts, her skin felt so soft and her nipples were quite large and light brown with pink areolas.

I broke the kiss and lent down, sucking her hard nipple into my mouth and nibbling on it gently, Ann held my head onto her breasts and moaned just a little bit. I sucked and nibbled one nipple then moved to the other, pulling them both with my lips and teeth. Then I sat up and started to kiss again. I enjoy kissing so much I can’t get enough.

Ann broke the kiss and told me to stand up. When I stood she undid my pants and pushed both my pants and underpants down so my cock popped out in her face. She took it in her hand and softly stroked me, then took the head in her mouth and started working her tongue over it, poking the tip of her tongue in the eye and sucking on me. She slowly worked her mouth down on my cock and cupped my balls in her hand, softly caressing my scrotum and making goosebumps rise. I ran my fingers through her hair then held her head as I thrust my cock deeply into her mouth, she took me right down without any problem and I could feel the head of my cock bump the back of her throat. She was amazing but I wanted to return the favour.

I pulled out and told her to stand up, when she stood we kissed deeply and I reached up under her dress and pulled her underpants off. I then turned her around and bent her over. Kneeling I pulled her lips open, the wetness like a string between her lips, and I slowly ran my tongue over her cunt. She had prominent outer lips and very small inner ones with a small clit, I licked her lips and stroked my tongue over and all around her clit. She put her hands on the back of the sofa and pushed back onto me as I gently worked my tongue all over her lips and clit, feeling her getting wetter and wetter. I ran two fingers over her lips and got them nice and wet and then slide them slowly inside her, she moaned loudly and pushed back more. Then she moaned loudly and the amount of wetness increased, she came.

I stood up and rubbed my cock over her lips up and down getting it wetter and wetter then I slowly slide my cock deep inside her, she pushed back on me and asked me to fuck her hard. I held her hips and started to thrust into her, feeling the inner walls of her cunt squeeze me as my cock slid in and out. I reached up and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her back, she pushed back and moaned loudly encouraging me on so I pulled her hair harder. We fucked like that getting more and more urgent until I could feel myself ready to explode, Ann felt it too and pushed back telling me to come inside her, to fuck her hard.

I thrust deeply then held for a coupe of seconds until the cum started to come out then I thrust madly deep in her injecting my cum into the depths of her cunt. I felt she came at the same Ataşehir Escort time. I thrust into her then slowly stopped, after standing there for a very short time Ann pulled off me, turned and sat down. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked and licked me clean, then licked all over my balls getting all our combined juices off and cleaning me up. I softly caressed her hair as she did it, enjoying the feelings from her mouth and tongue and the power I felt from her doing this for me.

We sat on the couch for a while just cuddled up in each others arms, relaxing and enjoying the afterglow. Ann looked at me and said that was unexpected, she asked me to stay the night and I told her I would enjoy that. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom, carrying her bra and underpants with her as I carried my clothes. Once in the bedroom she asked me if I wanted a shower, and led me into the bathroom, undressed me and ran the shower. She pulled her dress off from around her waist and led me into the shower. She washed my back and arse and front and cock and balls then down my legs and knelt as she washed my feet and toes. She then stood up and washed herself and we cuddled and kissed under the shower, my cock getting semi hard at all the attention I was getting.

We stepped out of the shower and dried each other off then moved back to the bedroom. We got into bed and lay there talking and cuddled up, quickly falling asleep. I woke a few times during the night to feel Ann’s warm body close to mine, it was nice cuddling up to someone after so long.

In the morning I woke up to find Ann moving around, she asked me if I wanted a coffee and I said I would like that. Ann was wearing a robe than came down to mid thigh, she looked very good, quite sexy and I told her so.

She came back with two coffees and put them on the bedside tables then took her robe off and lay down next to me. I reached over and ran my hand over her breasts, watching her nipples get hard and pucker up. She lay on her back enjoying the attention eventually reaching over and rubbing my cock, which was quite hard by this time. She rolled over towards me and we kissed, I pulled her towards me and started rubbing her back and arse. She told me to roll onto my back, which I did and she moved down to my cock. Slowly licking me all over my cock and balls she then took me in her mouth and sucked and licked my cock.

I got her to move around and sit on my face so we could both enjoy ourselves and I ran my tongue all over her lips, flicked her clit and pushed my tongue deep into her cunt. I sucked her lips and nibbled on them, something she seemed to really enjoy. She worked my cock deep into her mouth and cupped my balls.

I rolled her off and moved around on top of her, she lifted her legs and I slide my cock into her, kissing each other and tasting ourselves on the other one’s lips. She locked her legs around my back as I slowly worked up speed, fucking her deeply. She moaned and lifted up to me as I fucked her deeply, she started to grunt and make that face as I worked up and we both came, I pumped my cum deep inside her.

We lay like that for a while then she rolled me off, once again going down and sucking and licked my cock and balls clean of our juices, then coming up and kissing me deeply, her tongue in my mouth.

After we finished our coffee I got up and had a shower, on my own this time, got dressed and said my goodbyes. We kissed and I left after a very enjoyable night.

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Every morning, I would arrive at my office and make my way up to the 44th floor. I was meticulous and my schedule would seldom varied. Maybe it was for that reason that some people called me anal. You know they were right…and didn’t even no it. I am anal. Six, or seven or eight inches in my anal. Oh ya.

This morning I was waiting at the elevator in the stately office building in downtown New York City, the town of…well, the town of weirdoes. My mind was distant in thought, as I felt a hand brush over my thigh. The feeling was both annoying and sexual.

I opened my eyes and looked to my left. I couldn’t believe it. Mr. Borden was next to me, rubbing up against me. God, he’s my boss. This is harassment. But shit, he is cute. I’ve always wanted him, and now I realize that he knew I wanted him.

His hand worked its way over my thigh and to my center. Oh god, I wanted his touch so badly, I turned and whispered into his ear, “Oh, Mr. Borden, make me cum.”

The elevator arrived and I walked forward, almost falling forward from the throbbing between my legs. I was at the back of the elevator and adjacent to Mr. Borden. I turned my head ever so slightly, begging him to run his fingers over my pussy.

I was finishing my period and my physical, sexual reaction to any kind of touch was enormous. My body, at that time, was so acutely orgasmic, that a wind in my air would make me cum. So it was more than just Mr. Borden. I could cum all day long, without stop if an old grand pappy was masturbating me. I was horny.

He looked back at me, and smiled. His eyes were so beautiful, sky blue with a shine reflecting the huge life force inside this man. He smiled, “not now baby, “ and I almost began to cry. I needed him and grabbed his hand. The elevator was so filled up, and the smell of love was whiffing about. Oh shit, I don’t care.

The doors opened and Mr. Borden and I had to exit. We were at 44. I held him not to go, but he yanked his arm away from me. I followed him. I couldn’t imagine what I looked like to my colleagues. I figured they were seeing a hair tussled, makeup smudged sex crazed lawyer. But of course, that was in my head. Everyone just kept on doing his or her own fucking thing.

Somehow I arrived at my office, and believe I said good morning to Lolitta, my sexy young secretary. (Oh baby, we’ll have to get back to that one, but one thing I’m sure of is that she wears very low blouses and accentuates her breasts to tease me. I know that. I can feel it, and am certain that I once saw her fingering herself under her desk and licking her lips at me. She knows I can’t have her. The bitch).

I sat down at my desk, and was surprised that the door had closed behind me. Did I shut it? And then I saw him. Mr. Borden was lying on the big fluffy couch in my office and he was entirely naked. I was stunned. Here we were, rising stars the both of us, in the most successful law firm in the world – about to fuck, in the fucking office.

I Maltepe Escort didn’t take any convincing to join in. I ripped my clothes off. I was frantic with lust as I watched this gorgeous man stroke his cock, a cock that I would have been proud to take home to Mom and Dad. It was stately. Nice length, good width and very beautiful to look at. I wanted him in all my holes. I was soaking.

I heard him speak for the first time and he said, “kneel down here in front of me, baby.” I got wetter with his command. I did as he said. He kept on stroking and it was obvious that he wasn’t far from cumming. I needed to taste him and moved my head so as to let him know. “Not yet, baby…you just watch me.”

I moved my hand to my nipples as was natural to me, and once again was commanded by Mr. Borden. “Don’t touch yourself, Ms. In-Red”.

I could feel the wetness between my legs. I was getting wetter at every note of his masculine, powerful voice. My mind and my pussy were reeling with excitement, but I obeyed his commandment. I was under his spell and just wanted to please him.

My eyes became riveted to his cock and his hand. They were moving in sync with one another and I was convinced that this was the most incredible thing God had given us. Intimacy. Love. Sexuality. Lust. Respect. Touch. Orgasm.

Oh my, what a life giving thing. What a life giving think, the head of his cock was purple and oh, so swollen. It was yelling for relief and I subconsciously moved forward with my mouth open. Mr. Borden moved back, away from me.

I, once again, leaned forward with my tongue licking my lips, but my hands by my sides. He grabbed my hair and pulled me (gently) back away from him. I obeyed. He took his other hand and directed one of his fingers into my mouth. I sucked, and sucked it. Oh it tasted so good. Mmh. Down my throat, Mr. Borden. Stick it down my throat. It was his cock. I know it wasn’t. But too me, it was his cock.

And I opened my eyes and watched him masturbate with the pride of a prizefighter. His eyes were closed and his chest was sticking out. MMh, his ass was bouncing up and down and his entire essence had turned into an orgasm machine.

I HAD TO HAVE HIS COCK IN MY MOUTH. The adrenaline in my body was making me stronger and I lunged at his manhood and escaped his grasp.

He succumbed to my will. He had answered my begging. Oh god. It’s in my mouth and it tastes so good.

Mmmh, I’m sucking on his cock. He is so good to me. He is my master. MMMh. It is so far down my throat. I think I’m in heaven. Yes, deeper baby. Deeper. I’m stroking his cock as he fucks my mouth.

And then without warning, Mr. Borden pulls out. “Please MR. Borden. Please, I beg you. Let me taste you. Let me suck your cock, “ I was crying.

With great compassion, and love, Mr. Borden leaned back, put his hands behind his head and allowed me to lick and suck his beautiful offering. I ravaged his cock one more time and sucked it as though Anadolu Yakası Escort anyone could take it from me at any time.

I held him by the ass. I found his hole and extended a finger inside of him. He was so tasty and smelled so sexy. His cock was moving with a flow, with poetry and I waited for it to explode in my mouth.

Mr. Border was breathing heaver and heavier. He was moving his body in crazy ways and grunting. His cock was moving faster. He was more concentrated in his movements. I was fucking his ass when all of a sudden…

…Mr. Borden came in my mouth.

Mr. Borden was coming down my throat. Spurt after spurt hit the roof of my mouth and tickled me. I felt my pussy respond in an appropriate manner. Without touching myself, I started to cum. And I was an ejaculator. A woman who would spray all over – and I did.

We’re cumming together. Cum is all over us, me and him and we are soaked. God, he tastes so good I want him in my mouth forever. MMMh. I’m cumming still. Oh shit. Oh, oh, oh, yessss!!!! His cum is dripping down my chin and I scoop it with my finger. Oh, he tastes so incredible.

It seemed like Mr. Borden and I had been cumming for hours. I was the first one out of our daze and noticed that it was 9:10 am, and we had been fucking for about five minutes. It wasn’t unusual for me to close my door for the first ½ hour of every day, just to get myself in order. But, according to Murphy, my secretary knocked at the door. She was crying and whispering through the frame that she needed to speak with me. I know she had been through a breakup lately and had relied on me for guidance.

I moved to the door, and opened it slowly. She looked through the crack at me and said, “could I talk with you, for a minute.”

My mind was still reeling from this moment of intensity with Mr. Borden that I actually bid her to come in. Mr. Borden and my secretary met eyes and I thought I was going to die. She smiled, and without warning slowly moved over to Mr. Borden. He smiled back, and I must say I was a bit jealous, and relaxed his body once again. Amazingly, my secretary began to peel off her tight clothing and bent down to kiss Mr. Borden, at the same time.

I tried to introduce them, but it quickly became evident that this was not a blind date. They had done this before and I couldn’t believe it was only 9 in the morning. Fuck. What will happen the rest of the day?

I walked over to the bar and poured myself a Johnny Walker. It went down so nicely and I felt warm inside. As I turned, Mr. Borden was pressing his cock up into my secretary’s ass. By now, she had thrown off her clothing, climbed on the couch, on all fours and gotten Mr. Borden harder than I had seen him before.

I was enthralled and began to make my way over to the fucking couple. Mr. Borden turned to me and commanded me. He told me to take the oil out of the top drawer and rub it all over my secretary’s body. I did as he asked.

The Ümraniye Escort oil in the bottle was warm; Preparations had been made for this. I sprayed the contents onto her back, and it began to drip down between her crack, where Mr. Borden’s cock was buried. I messaged the oil into her body, her back, her ass, and her breasts. I reached around and oiled her legs and her feet and did similarly to Mr. Borden at the same time.

I was hungry to get fucked by the both of them and started to kiss Mr. Borden’s gorgeous ass. Instinctively, he stopped me and pulled me around so that I was forced to sit in front of them and watch their lurid sex scene.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I shouted, “Please Mr. Borden. I want to make love to you. I want her cunt in my mouth. Please. Please.”

“No, not yet, baby. You just watch, “ he said as he smacked my secretary’s ass. His cock was deeply buried inside of her, and I could her this shapely woman moaning with lust. Her ass was wide open and lubricated with his cum and hers and oil…She was moaning louder and I turned on the radio.

Oh god, she was pulling at the pillows on the couch, clutching them like she was going to tear them apart. He was going faster now and cramming that statuesque cock so far up her ass. I was watching and needing. “Please, Mr. Borden. Just let me kiss her,” I begged.

He nodded. He was kind. I loved him so. I leaned down to my secretary and kissed her. Her lips were moist and she kissed me back with passion and romance. Her kiss lasted forever and her tongue found mine.

I began to move her lips over my nipples, hoping Mr. Borden wouldn’t object. I felt her tongue and lips all over my erect nipples as she sucked on me with incredible passion. I was feeling the orgasm build inside of me, once again.

I wanted to fuck him and her. I wanted to blow him and eat her. I wanted to have his cock up my ass and I wanted to strap one on to fuck her in the ass. I wanted to blow him, while she ate me. I wanted to sit on his face while she sat on his cock, and then change.

I was dreaming. The noises in my dream and in reality were mixing together and I could sense this miraculous feeling running through me. Sort of a mix of heaven and a great drug.

I was warm and a fresh, and friendly contractions began inside of me. I could hear through this sexual haze another woman cumming and a man yelling, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”

Masses of sex filled the room and I was convinced that I was floating. My toes were cumming and my eyelashes had cum. Every part of me was bursting with this love contraction. I was embroiled in an orgasm.

I was the first one to come out of the haze. I wondered why I was always the first. I noticed the time. It was 9:30 am. I had to open my door. With great fanfare I woke up my colleagues and ask them to wrap up as, “The meeting is over.”

As employees of a law firm they understood the importance of a schedule and integrity. At a blur, they finished gathering themselves, thanked me for a fine agenda and breakfast and promptly left the office.

I opened my door, straightened the picture on my desk and sat down and began to work on my next case: The State Vs. The Temptuous Madame. Mmh. Sounds like fun!

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I anxiously peeked out of the window hoping to see your car approaching my apartment building. Disappointed, I did not see it there, so I walked back to the mirror to give myself the once-over. Everything was in place; perfect from head to toe. I couldn’t wait for you to see me. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. I peeked out my window again and saw a black Honda sitting outside. It was you.

“It’s open,” I yelled, wanting to make you wait a bit. You came in, sat on the couch, and waited patiently. I fiddled with a few things in the bathroom, then turned out the light, and headed to the living room. I walked over to the couch and stood in front of you. I wanted you to get a good look. You said nothing but the satisfied smile on your face was the only reaction I needed. Your eyes fell to the floor, and then rose, eyeing every inch of my body. Then you looked into my eyes and I looked into yours. You stood up and grabbed my waist, pulling me close to you. You kissed me softly. I ran my tongue across your lips and you opened your mouth, slowly letting me inside. We kissed passionately for a moment, as your hands caressed the soft skin of my exposed back. Then you suddenly pulled away. I looked at you inquisitively, wondering what you were going to do next. But you just stood there and admired me again, starting from my head and slowly moving your eyes down.

My hair was pulled up in a spiraled-curled pony tail. You reached out your hand and moved the single curl that hung in my face. Then you moved back a little more and concentrated on my dress. It was blue and white, Hawaiian Anadolu Yakası Escort print, with no sleeves. It tied behind the neck, low cut in the front, high on the leg revealing most of my thigh, and accentuating every single curve on my body. I noticed that same smile paint your face again. I found pleasure in the fact that it was I who put it there. Your eyes moved from my legs to my feet which were adorned with a new pair of shoes. They were three inch heels, showing my painted toenails, that buckled at the ankle. I called them my “sex me shoes”. I wore them especially for you.

“Are you ready to go?” I asked. You said nothing. You simply returned to your place on the couch and motioned for me to come and sit next to you. I walked over slowly and took the place next to you on the couch. You bent over, grabbing both my legs and lifting them onto your lap. You began to unbuckle my left shoe as you looked into my eyes. Without breaking your gaze you removed my shoe and then the other. You grabbed my hand and I stood up as you led me to you. I sat on your lap and began to kiss you. First on your lips and then I moved to you neck. As I did this you ran your hand up and down my exposed thigh and I felt myself getting wetter with every stroke. I shifted my weight and I noticed that you were just as aroused as I was.

“I want you,” you whispered in my ear as I continued to kiss your neck. You placed you hand under my chin and lifted my face you yours. You kissed my lips softly. Then you placed your hands behind my neck to untie my dress. You hesitated and I noticed Pendik Escort that same smile graze your face. You left the dress on. Then you helped me off of you and I lay down on the couch. You reached your hands under my dress and removed my red, silk thong. I felt my wetness drip onto your hand as you grazed my lower lips ever so slightly. I moaned softly and again I saw that smile on your face. Once you disposed of my underwear, you felt yourself getting hot so you removed your shirt and began rubbing my thighs. Reaching under my dress again you began to tease my shaven pussy with your finger. You slowly circled my clit with your index finger. I moaned and you leaned forward to silence me with a kiss.

As you continued to tease me my body began to shake with orgasmic pleasure. You felt me tremble and you removed your hand and pulled away from me. You lifted my dress until it was above my waist, exposing my nakedness. I lay on the couch with my eyes closed. I heard you shift and then I felt the moistness of your tongue on my already wet pussy. You slid it up and down my lips, teasing me again. My moans became slightly louder. You took this as encouragement and began to vigorously lick and suck my clit and an overwhelming feeling of ecstasy came over my body. I was breathing heavily and my moans had become even louder.

“Oh, baby, please stop,” I struggled to say. You lifted you head and replaced your tongue with your fingers.

“Do you really want me to stop?” you asked as you played with my swollen love button. I returned your gaze for a moment and then closed my eyes and Kurtköy Escort concentrated on the feeling of my clit in between your fingers. I moaned softly but said nothing. You removed your hand and commenced to licking and sucking my swollen, throbbing clit. I came instantly.

You leaned forward, placing your weight on me, and kissed me forcefully. I tasted myself on your tongue and lips. Then you whispered in my ear, “Tell me what you really want.”

“I want you inside of me,” I said.

With that you stood up and began to remove you pants, slowly. As you did so, your hard dick poked out from the hole in your boxers. I watched you as I lay on the couch, still panting from the orgasm that had just come over my body. You removed your boxers and walked over to the couch, placing yourself on top of me. Without saying anything you slid your dick inside of me and began to thrust in and out slowly. Our bodies melted together as we slowly made love to each other. I was overcome with passion and love for you. I felt my body begin to tremble again.

“Harder,” I panted and with that your thrusts became harder and faster. My soft moans grew increasingly louder. I felt you breathing heavily on my bare skin. My body became tense and I came again. Suddenly you let out a loud moan as you released, emptying yourself inside of me.

You collapsed onto me, laying your head on my breasts. I lay back, my eyes still closed, the smell of sex looming in the air. “I love you,” I whispered. You lifted your head and kissed me again.

“I love you too,” you replied as you rested you head on my chest again. I felt myself drifting off to sleep, but shortly before doing so I felt your body rise. You grabbed the ends of my dress and pulled it down over my exposed body. I felt your eyes look over me. You returned your head to my chest and we drifted off to sleep together.

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In the early morning hours, when the sky is just beginning to lighten to grey and the birds begin their vocal practices, when the only thing which should logically be stirring in the streets are the night-shift workers and the dust, you wake, bleary-eyed, and glance over at the clock; 4:49 am. You roll back over and realize that you don’t feel my familiar warmth in the bed next to you, nor can you detect the faintly vanilla scent of me, except where it resides in the sheets. You put out your hand, hoping maybe I’ve just rolled away, but I’m not there. And what’s more, the sheets are cold where I usually lay, so you know I haven’t merely gotten up to get a drink, or to use the facilities. You glance at the clock again. 4:51 am, and you’re wondering where I am.

You get up from the bed, intent on searching me out. But you know where you’ll find me. You stumble out into the living room, where I always retreat when I can’t sleep. Here, I sit either in front of the computer for hours, writing, rewriting, editing and perfecting my stories. Or I sit in front of the television, staring at the classics channel and crying. Tonight, I am sitting in front of the computer, staring intently at the screen as my fingers fly over the keyboard. I do not even hear you come out of the bedroom. I am caught up in a particularly gruesome scene in a bit of horror/erotica I am working on. I reach over to grab the mug of coffee I have sitting next to me.

As my hand gropes for the mug, you grab it before I do and place it in my hand as you leave a swift kiss on the back of my exposed neck. “Morning love,” I feel you purr.

I rip my eyes from the screen and set the mug down before I drop it. Swiveling about in the chair, I say, “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. Did I wake you? I was trying to make sure you got enough sleep,” It all comes pouring out of my mouth in a rush, and you just grin down at me.

“No, lover,” you kiss my forehead. “You didn’t wake me. I woke myself. I woke up, looked at the clock and realized you weren’t beside me. I was lonely, so I came out to join you.”

” I was just trying to get this part of the story out of the way and slip back into bed before you woke up, so that you wouldn’t wake up without me there. I’m sorry.”

You growl softly Şerifali Escort at me. And I grin up at you. “Don’t apologize,” you say. “I don’t mind. It’s not like I have to work tomorrow- er, today, umn, this morning.” You begin to laugh. “what are you working on that you’re so intent about?” you ask, peering over my shoulder.

The text on the screen reads, ‘It was a savage attack. Chris never knew what hit him, and after the carnage was done, the police were baffled to find the man’s head sitting on the dresser, gazing down on the naked, bound and ravaged body of his young lover.’

“Feeling a little brutal tonight baby?” you grimace.

I grin up at you. “No, just got caught up in the scene is all. Too much reading Stephen King, I suppose. Couldn’t help myself. Just let me save this-“

” And what?” you ask, that special, evil smile spreading across your gorgeous face. “I think I should try to make you stop having those evil, violent thoughts before you go back to sleep. Maybe,” you whisper, moving closer and running a hand up my silk-clad thigh, “just maybe I should help you convert them into just plain evil thoughts/. Your hand travels farther up my thigh and I moan.

“Oh really?” I look at your still naked form. You are erect. Already. I lift my head and grin up at you. “Oooooh, really?” I say again and lean over to kiss the soft skin ont eh head of your cock. Just let me save this and turn off the computer.” I swivel back around and save the piece by trying to hit alt-s and clicking on each window, but I can’t seems to hit the buttons precisely, because you lean against me, and I can feel you hard against my back. Your hands wrap around my shoulders, your sweet hands caressing the cleavage you can clearly see from your vantage point. The pajamas I’m wearing are fashioned after men’s pajamas, dark green silk, but sleeveless and not quite buttoned all the way. As your hands run across the tops of my breasts and I feel your hard cock against the soft skin just below my shoulder blades, I repeatedly forget just what it is I’m trying to do.

My pajamas are swiftly feeling more confining, so I reach up to undo one more button. Your hands wander even farther down into my shirt and you lean down to kiss my Göztepe Escort ear. My hands have stopped moving over the keyboard. They rest lightly over the keys, but occasionally, when you hit a particularly pleasant spot with your hands or tongue, my hands strike random keys and I accidentally open a new screen, and it begins filling with random letters, until finally I take my hands from the keys and reach to undo more buttons.

One at a time, I extricate the large white buttons on the pajama tops, your hands following each one down until they finally have enough rooms to take one breast fully into each hand. Your tongue still trailing across my ear, you take the nipples lightly between index and thumb, I gasp and my back arches. You whisper, “Enjoying yourself?”

A gasp and a few murmured yeses are all I can really manage to get out. I love he feel of your hands on my flesh. No one’s touch has ever burned the way yours does. It is almost orgasmic, just this, and then you release my right nipple and that hand moves farther down, to the loose pants, the band of which you slip your hand silently past. You gently run your fingertips across the soft hairs at the base of my stomach, and then down past that, where warmth and wetness reside. I am already so wet, so ready for you that you can feel me dripping. “Gonna have to wash those pajamas again, ” you whisper, and I laugh, knowing that it is true. I had to wash them just today, because I was wearing them last night, when you- but thinking about that gets me going even more, just like you knew it would, and my back arches farther as you run one finger over my swollen clit.

You know you have brought me to the point where I will start to fight back, and so you trail your finger back up my stomach, around my nipple, and them you release me. Again, I swivel, and we stare challengingly at each other as the hunger rages inside of me. I slip the pajama tops silently off my shoulders and drop down to the floor. I crawl toward you, stalking you, as it were, and when I reach you, love brings you down. In the growing light of dawn, our passion burns brighter than the rising sun. The screen saver flips on and bounces erratically around on the monitor of the abandoned computer and where Ümraniye Escort the brilliant light leave patterns across your skin I follow with tongue and teeth. Wherever the lights go, I go, until I reach your cock, which is standing at attention, and as I feel your hands wrap themselves tightly in my hair, I gently lick and kiss the head, down the shaft, teasing you a bit before I take the entirety of it into my mouth. It is your turn to arch your back as I tease the reaction I want out of you with my tongue. When I think you’ve had enough, you are right on the verge of cumming in my mouth, I release you and crawl slowly back up your body, until I come to rest at your side. I want to give you a chance to recuperate, before I continue.

Hey, you started it.

You look down at me, my head resting against your shoulder, my eyes reflecting the half-light and you can clearly see the “who, me?” expression. You growl at me and swiftly duck your head and kiss me as you swivel your hips to meet mine. My leg automatically goes up over your hip, and we lie there, face to face, on our sides in the half-light on the living room carpet. I rock us just slightly, so that we roll and as my back comes into contact with the rough carpet, you slam into me. You pull out just slightly, teasing me, making me thrust my hips up to meet yours and I am begging, “please, lover, please-“

Suddenly you are all the way inside me again, feeling my muscles clamp down around you, trying to pull you farther into me, pull all of you inside. We rock together int eh early morning gloom, story coffee and bed all forgotten as we lose ourselves in each other. Our rhythm increases with the pounding of our hearts as we pull each other closer and closer to the point of orgasm. With each movement, you get closer and with each plunge, you get stiffer and longer inside me, until I feel your body clench and allow mine to respond in kind. My legs cinch down on your waist as we roll together into orgasm. You cry my name, and I answer incoherently. You drive me so wild. I want to lay like this forever, feel you pulsing deep inside of me while your love pours out of you.

But now, as we disentangle ourselves and move hand in hand toward the bedroom, I can feel a full night of typing and thought come crashing down on my senses. I just want to lay tangled in a mess of limbs and sheets till I can’t sleep anymore. With you beside me. So we crawl into bed and you pull me close as the first actual rays of dawn brighten the shades and I fall into my dreams of you.

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“Welcome aboard John,” the man said, extending his hand out for a shake.

“Thanks Mr. Johnson,” John replied.

It had been a typical first day on the job for John — boring training videos and even more boring discussions about the company policies and procedures. Even the lady who was doing the orientation told them up front it was going to be boring, but she had to do it anyway.

She would do silly things to try to make it all interesting, even slipping everyone some candy here and there. Towards the end of the morning, the training came to a close and the manager, Mr. Johnson, arrived to give his speech. Not a speech exactly, but more the “welcome to the team” stuff that managers always seem to do.

In the middle of it John wondered how managers were always so peppy all the time. Once the speech was over, everyone else went home, except for John. Someone had called in sick and they asked him if he could start that afternoon. His evening plans had consisted of playing video games and watching porn, so he agreed to stay.

The bookstore was rather busy for a weekday, but no one could really figure out why; school was still in session and people were supposed to be working. But the doors kept opening and people kept coming in and spending their money.

When John got out to the floor he met with Kathy, his new supervisor. She was in her late 30’s, wearing black slacks and a blue blouse. She was nice, if humorless, but she took John under her wing and efficiently showed him the ropes. Within a short time, he found himself in the erotica section re-organizing the books. (Kathy made him do it, honest!). While he was adjusting a full shelf, a few books fell on the floor. As expected, John went to pick them up, but unexpected was the cleavage that he nearly fell into when he crouched down.

It was very nice cleavage, contained in a black loose shirt with a deep V-neck. Peeking out of that was a lovely black silky bra, pushing the previously-mentioned cleavage upwards. The surprise of finding said cleavage in front of him threw John off balance. He ended up falling right smack on his butt, looking slightly dazed. The first sound that penetrated his fog was a giggle, so John turned his gaze up and saw raven hair framing a woman’s face. Her face was oval, with a soft chin and thin eyelashes. Ocean-colored eyes met below the lashes and her lips were thin but still kissable.

“You okay?” she said while extending a hand.

“Yeah, thanks,” John said.

He took her hand and she helped him to his feet. Introductions were made and she said her name was Vicki. Apparently she had also been called in and was going to be finishing the shift with John. They both just looked at each other for a moment, until a cough from a patron a few aisles over brought them out of their trance.

They both laughed a little and then realized that the books were still on the ground, so each bent over and retrieved a Anadolu Yakası Escort couple of the fallen volumes. John looked at his and was intrigued but placed it back on the shelf. Vicki, however, took the book she picked up and was reading the back cover.

“That is hot,” she said as she placed the book back in its home.

John began to blush a bit, going back to his work and hoping Vicki wouldn’t notice. She did, of course, and chuckled a bit when she saw his reaction.

She looked around then whispered in his ear, “Everyone does it and you know it.”

Before she could say anything else, a young girl came around the corner needing help. Vicki gave a wink and took her by the hand to help her find the children’s section. But what she said stuck in John’s head, echoing loudly inside his brain. He just stood there for a moment, slightly dumbfounded. He didn’t want to read into it, but damn if her sexy voice didn’t stir what was inside his pants!

“Code 4, all associates Code 4,” came a voice over the in-store intercom.

With a curse, John made his way to the registers, remembering his fake smile. What that page meant was that everyone who knew how to run a cash register was needed up front. No one had shown him how to do that yet, but he decided to show some initiative. When he got to the front it was crazy; he really didn’t know where to jump in, but Kathy saw him and guided him. She thanked him for coming up, and then set him to work bagging books for the customers. She said it would have been grounds for murder to toss him on a register now, and expressed her gratitude again for his coming and helping.

The rest of the day was like that, lots of customers everywhere. And it seemed that John volunteered for trouble when he went to the front that first time. After that, every time he would try to get back to his scheduled duties, or find Vicki, he would be paged. Vicki, instead, was the one who found him, twirling her black skirt and adding a wink before slinking off. This aroused John further but he managed to keep his mind on his work, trying to ignore his slowly growing arousal to her.

On his breaks and lunch, they seemed to keep missing each other. But whenever they would pass by she would always give him a wink and blow him a kiss. John couldn’t believe how she was flirting with him but it was very damn obvious. It had been a while since John had had a girlfriend or had gotten any form of sex (not counting his right hand), so the constant flirting drove John insane. It took him beyond aroused, to flat out horny. But she was always going left when he went right.

Before John realized it, it was nearly closing time and there wasn’t a customer in the place. He went into the back room, looking for a cart to start picking up the books left behind when he heard something. He slowly and quietly made his way to the back corner of the storage room. He found the source of the Bostancı Escort sounds and was stunned at the sight.

Vicki was on the floor sitting on a gray sweatshirt, leaning against the wall. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist and she had on no panties. Her shirt was pulled up and her bra flipped up as well, freeing both her lovely breasts. Currently her left hand was squeezing her breasts and twisting her left nipple. Her eyes were closed as her right hand was sliding two fingers into her pussy at a quick pace. She squeezed her left tit and twisted the nipple painfully, John thought. But the very sexy moan Vicki let escape her mouth meant that he was wrong.

He just stood there watching this, his dick becoming harder in his pants. He wasn’t worried about getting busted because to the left of her was a stack of boxes, filled with who knows, what stacked to the ceiling. He just stood there and watched her, slowly rubbing the front of his pants. He looked for the novel of erotica that he figured had gotten her this aroused. But instead he heard her whisper ‘oh John’ as she moved her left hand to her clit, stimulating it, as well as the fingers already sliding in and out of her pussy.

With great reluctance John slipped out of the room, only doing so because he knew she was getting close to her orgasm. But he had to adjust himself before going back onto the floor to make sure everyone didn’t get an eyeful. When he came back out Kathy told him to listen to Vicki and do whatever she said. She handed him the keys and he walked her to the door and closed it behind her with a wave.

With the door shut and the lights off John went straight toward the backroom, lust boiling over in his mind. But as he rounded a corner almost to the door a pair of hands grabbed him and threw him from behind into a bookshelf. He back slammed against the shelf as Vicki came around to his front and started to kiss him passionately. Their arms were all over each other, feeling and touching. She assaulted his lips, fusing them with hers with all the passion she contained. Tongues darted into each other’s mouths, exploring the lust between them. Clothing of both kinds dropped to the floor and within a moment, Vicki was on her knees sucking John’s throbbing dick.

He looked down and watched Vicki, who turned her eyes up to him while taking his eight inches into her mouth. She took him in deeply, then slowly raked her teeth along the length of his shaft as she slowly pulled away from him. John let out a loud groan as Vicki slid his dick from her mouth, her teeth causing a whirlwind in his already lust-filled mind.

She then returned to sucking him, quickly sliding his hardness in and out of her mouth. She grinned around his hard dick, loving the looks of lust that were emerging from John. She took a moment and took her mouth away and just jerked his dick. He grunted and moaned and begged her to keep sucking him. She Ümraniye Escort did, only after taking her nails and gliding them all over his balls and up the bottom of his shaft all the way to his tip.

“Fuck,” John yelled. He had never known anyone so sexy in all his life.

“Gladly,” Vicki says as she gets onto her hands and knees.

It took John a second to stop trembling from the blowjob and get his wits about him. He looked and saw Vicki wanting to be fucked, and lowered himself down to his knees behind her. He decided to tease her a bit, and slid a finger inside her. He found that she was sopping wet, and he listened to her as he teased with the finger inside her. He pumped the finger inside her, and then he slid another, and worked both fingers into Vicki. She cried out loudly, grunting and moaning.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she chants. She feels an orgasm building in her.

“Take that cock and fuck me John.”

“No,” he says and starts to tongue her pussy. Flicking and licking all over her pussy and finding her clit. He then switches his attention to just her clit, teasing it with fingers and tongue. Rubbing it then flicking his tongue all over it. Vicki starts to say ‘fuck me’ over and over in a mindless chant.

“FUCK!” Vicki yelled.

Thomas stopped licking and, with a single thrust, filled Vicki with is throbbing dick. She let out a scream as he grabbed her hips and started to pound her. Their bodies began to sweat just a little. The fucking they were doing would wear anyone out, but they just kept screaming and ramming away.

“Use..use me,” she started, “I like it rough and dirty.” John didn’t miss a beat, he just kept ramming her. But then he got an inspiration and slapped her ass. She let out a moan at this, so he did it a bit harder. But still not interrupting his rhythm of working himself into her. The more he slapped her ass the more vocal she would become. Then he reached out and grabbed her hair and carefully pulled on it. All the while he keep his dick filling her pussy, savoring the moment.

“Oh yeah John, fuck yeah,” she exclaimed between thrusts.

John didn’t know how much longer he was going to last and he told her so. She told him to just fuck, so he kept a grip on her hips and kept thrusting into her. They both went back to moans and grunts, letting themselves go in the moment. The sweat began to build on both of them. Vicki’s ass became redder as John kept slapping it; she also loved when he yanked her hair a few times. The first time he did she let him know with a scream that she liked it. So he kept at in between slapping her ass.

Then before either knew what happened, they both came at the same time. They barely stayed on their hands and knees as the waves of their orgasms took them, shaking them to the core, but somehow they managed to stay in that position. Once they pulled apart, Vicki stretch out onto her stomach with John coming up next to her.

“So…..how was your first day?” she asked, still slightly out of breath.

“I think I am going to like working here.”

(This is my first story that I have made public. Good or bad please email me at and tell me what you think. I hope you all like it!!!)

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