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EPILOGUE — PART 1

Turns out Katie did actually leave the house by now. I could’ve and should’ve known. She left me a note near the front door she needed to go to work. For all I knew, this could’ve been true, but I didn’t care. There was no comparison. All this time she had been playing me, all those months, blocking me, setting out rules, boundaries—and where did that get you now, eh?

“Revenge?” Lily’s mouth was in my ear. I turned my head towards her rapidly and quizzically. “Want revenge on her?” she clarified. There was definite mischief in her eyes.

I nodded without hesitation, my heartbeat quickening. I didn’t think much.

“Where?”

“Her own bed, of course,” she hissed. My lips curled voluntarily in a satisfied smile.

“Now, listen—” she whispered and began telling me her idea.

* * *

It was a few minutes after five in the afternoon when she arrived. We knew this would be the case as this is typically when she comes back from work. We knew when she’d enter the room from the tapping of her shoes on the stairs and then on the landing before the door opened.

Her jaw dropped in a mixture of rage and incredulity. “Get off of my boyfriend!” she yelled at Lily. She had been riding me for a few minutes already.

“No.” She swayed over me, smiling maliciously. “He’s no longer yours — he’s mine now.” She leaned against the sheets on her arms. “You wouldn’t fuck him like a good bitch and you’ve lost him!” she kept grinning. She rose and, ignoring her, arched her back, pushing her tits forward, and ached in pleasure. Her pussy squeezed my cock.

Katie put her hands together, as if to pray, watching for a few seconds in disbelief, then raked her fingers through her hair before mumbling to me, “I am your girlfriend? What—are you doing?”

I ignored her, focusing on the dripping wetness around my cock and the young tits above me.

“Get off him, you bitch!” Katie blurted out, losing control.

Lily laughed at her. “He’s mine now.” She bent over me, grinding her pussy harder against me. Her hair tickled my face.

“You brought it on yourself!” I snapped.

With that, and Lily’s constant moaning and the creaking of the bed, Katie dropped to the floor, sobbing, her face in her hands. Lily gave out a satisfied chuckle in response, grinning at me, and getting a grin back. The pent-up bitch on the floor was getting what she deserved. Our plan was working.

Lily was working my cock well. She rose up again and I grabbed her hips. I felt I like I could practically eat those delicious tits. She rose her hands up to her hair, looking down at Katie with spite.

With effort, on shaky knees, Katie got up, tears flowing down her cheeks. Gasping, Katie reminded her, “You might not get to fuck him again now that he’s mine.” This sent Katie, now sitting on the bed, into another burst of tears. Circling her ass above me, using my cock to fuck her, Lily added, “Should she join us for her last chance, honey?”

Overwhelmed by her wet insides around me, almanbahis yeni giriş I just said, “Whatever you wish, love—”

“Hah! See?” Lily laughed, grinding her pelvis against my hips. “My wish is his command.”

Distraught and overwhelmed, Katie sat next to me on the bed, helplessly watching Lily bouncing on me, joyfully and loudly moaning as my dick penetrated her. Katie raked her hand through her hair, crying, defeated. She wept something to me, I think it, “Do you want me to?”, but I couldn’t quite make it out through Lily’s loud moans. Her tits looked fabulous — seemed a bit bigger than normal, although it could be my imagination. I licked my lips in satisfaction out of us teaching Katie a proper lesson.

Katie whispered “Ok, I will!” through her teeth, but this was drowned under Lily’s and my own gasps. I loved how that pussy was pulsating against me!

My ex-girlfriend started taking off my clothes. “Geez,” I thought casting a quick glance at her sideways, “why does she even have to have the bra? — Lily knows to have her tits all nice and accessible.” Lily was now pushing her ass down rhythmically, her hole rhythmically meeting my cock, practically ferociously. My balls slapped against her ass; I grabbed her hot hips, helping her maintain the pace. Our eyes locked onto each other’s; it was as if Katie, who kept shedding those tears, was not even there. Lily’s hair was cascading down to her arms, as always, an angelic look whilst whoring away. My kind of Lily.

Katie now switched from shaking and crying to sobbing angrily as she was undressing. We kind of registered her practically slamming her clothes down on the floor, but this was just some background noise. On some level, she would’ve known already she has lost and that it was just some last piss-poor attempt that was doomed to fail. She could not possibly compete with Lily; I was sure she knew it. Shouting some insults at Lily, and possibly me, she sat down angrily on the other end of the bed, at the headboard, now taking the last piece of her garment — her panties.

I loved the knowledge that from there she would have the view from our rears of my dick pushing up Lily’s cunt. She didn’t even try to interfere. Ignoring her bursting into tears, Lily rose up, her eyes wide open, moaning loudly, riding me again, her mouth wide open. Her loud yells of pleasure were incredible — she looked just now like an 18 year old losing her virginity, a look of pure innocence on her face. Resting her both hands against my chest, the controlled her movements, getting exactly what she wanted. She was pure fire, and it was impossible to shout out “Fuck yeah!” as the sensations were overwhelming me.

She stopped just in time to give me a break; I would cum otherwise. Slipping off me, she turned to Katie. “Suck him.” The order was calm and commanding. Katie obeyed, crawling up to me and pulling my tool into her mouth. It was good, but clearly no comparison to Katie. Lily crept up to near me and looked lovingly into my almanbahis eyes. Two lovers getting revenge — it doesn’t get better than this.

“Ride his dick,” Lily barked another order and it was soon obeyed. My dick slipped in easily; she was not as tight as Lily, but she rode well and it was tight. I reached up to grab her tits. “Keep those hips moving and stop crying!” It was time for my ordering her about now. Lily laughed in malice and kissed me on my cheek. Katie’s tits felt good under my touch — they were full and tight. She was being a good girl. I just wished her nipples were harder. She supported herself on her hands against my thighs, keeping on riding. She was getting wetter and wetter now, succumbing to my up thrusts.

“Is she pleasing you, my love?” Lily addressed me. Katie was gasping and moaning now; I moved my hands down to her hips, and she had ground her hips against my, creating more friction. I have to say I loved it. She was behaving.

Eventually, she leaned forward towards me and I intensified the thrusts, my balls banging against her, hard. Her nipples, darkening and firmer now, were reacting. Lily kissed me deeply. “He’s mine now,” she informed her, rising a few seconds later. Katie tried to stay on for longer and increased her pace, her pussy meeting my cock now ferociously as if trying to show she can be a good slut, too. I enjoyed it; she was finally getting how to be submissive. It was just too little and late, lady!

Soon, accompanied by some shrill lamentations, she was pushed off. “Sit.” Lily quipped at her. I doubled that order looking at her fiercely. She sat back at the headboard, looking glum and frustrated.

I got up from the bed. Katie lied down on her back, her legs spread wide, hanging over the edge. Standing up, my cock was just at the level of her pussy. One legs over my shoulder while rubbing her pussy with my creaming head. There was no comparison between fucking this young willing body and Katie’s one. Katie’s felt reluctant, forcing itself to take me in. Lily was not just tighter and stretching her resulted in grinding harder through her; she existed for the cock. She was out of my dreams: existing for my pleasure, willing to be ravished, destroyed, giving herself to me with abandon. Her every moved, every twitch of her muscles testified to this. Compared to her, Katie was a dried-up shell.

I love seeing my dick buried in her cunt. Those little veins on my cock, the wet spilling out of her, the dirt of it all. I grabbed one of her tits, moulding it to my liking. “Having fun watching?” Lily addressed the poor woman behind her, rising slightly, laughing. Holding her leg over my shoulder tightly, I pushed the other one down to the sheets, pushing in: hard and viciously. She responded instantly in kind with gasps, moans and somewhat erratic breathing. I grabbed her tit again, pulled up her hips just slightly for a better angle and kept going, her entire figure pushed around against my thrusts. The awesome bitch was sprawled in front of almanbahis adres me, puffing and now shouting. Katie got forgotten.

I almost came, of course, but she knew when to stop. (I wouldn’t have, I don’t think.)

“Last chance.” Lily turned back to Katie, now kneeling on the bed. “See how you compare!”

Slowly, Katie crawled over to where the bed was still warm after Lily’s body and where sheets were wet with our sex. She positioned herself just like Lily had. A leg over my shoulder, ready to be fucked. “Remember you gotta be good to keep him!” warned Lily. We knew what the outcome would be, though.

I launched a swift attack on her pussy in no time. She was wet alright, but there was that sensation of making herself do it, not helped by the sight of tears drying up on her face. Katie did suck one of her own tits, and I have to admit that was quite hot. Her insides were slick and wet alright, but it all felt like it wasn’t quite natural but forced. She tried to submit for a show, but was working against herself, and it showed. Even her shouts and moans sounded awkward.

“From the back,” I said. “Lily, back here!” I barked an order in arousal. Katie, distraught, was pushed aside. Moments later I was fucking Lily again. She ground her face into the sheets as I buried myself into her pussy having that perfect, blemish-free ass in front of me, jiggling, adding to the sensations as I was ramming my cock into her. Like a steel rod, the thrusts were easy as the hole was willing and eager. Her young nubile body was moving in perfect unison against me, instantly driving me crazy. “Fuck, bitch! I love you!”

Katie burst into tears again, hearing this, and got worse when Lily came back with the hoarse, “And I love being your slut!”

“Come on, pull yourself together,” I addressed Katie, harshly. “Your turn, isn’t it?”

She was too angry, too shaky and too erratic to be any kind of match to her competitor — outside of the fact that the outcome was predetermined anyhow! She was too passive, too. I slapped her ass when thrusting her, but this didn’t spring her into action, either.

It was judgment time now, and it was swift and merciless.

I pulled out of her. “Out!” She began to shake involuntarily, weeping, disintegrating into a sorry mess. “Out of this room, this house and my life!” It felt satisfying to say this.

“Please—”

I cut it short. “OUT!” This was a shout and a command.

Lily laughed gutturally. “Looks like you lost, didn’t you, now he’s all mine!”

Sobbing, her body convulsing and lips quivering, she began picking her clothes from the floor and leaving. On trembling legs, she limped towards the door. “Don’t forget to be real woman next time around!” Lily mocked her.

Grinning at each other, we were listening to her sounds of wailing dying down as she was walking out and towards the door downstairs. Eventually, the door slammed behind her.

“Fuck, what a stupid bitch,” Lily commented through partially gritted teeth, but it came out joyful.

“Yeah,” I whispered in satisfaction. “Good to have that prude out of here and have a real woman in my life.” I grinned and kissed her passionately.

When we came back for air, she said, “Down in your office? With a real woman?”

I nodded.

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“…18, 19, 20, and break!” JC called out. He was leaning against the doorway to the basement rec room while his client, Kathy, was on the stairs, doing leg lifts. It was an easy exercise, but it warmed up the calves nicely.

Kathy turned to face JC, her face glistening slightly with sweat. As she looked at JC, he marveled at how she had changed since he had first started training her brothers back at Equinock.

JC had been training Kathy and her family for quite some time. In fact, JC had first met Kathy when she had been in high school. JC had first started training her brothers and mother, while Kathy had been trained by a female trainer, Robin, at Equinock before he became her trainer. Since he had seen her at Equinock many years ago, he had watched her change from a school girl to a young woman.

When they had first met, Kathy had been skinny, her gold and chocolate brown hair had traveled past her breasts. Her face had been more juvenille looking, but the eyes, gray-green tinted with blue and hazel, had the same light to them as they did now. Today, at 23, Kathy was a college girl, in her senior year, with a 5th year to go, and she had changed. Her body had filled out a bit, changing her figure from skinny to an hour-glass figure that gave her a more mature look. Her face had become accented better by the high cheekbones and slender neck that didn’t seem to come from either her mother or father, but from some distant relative. Her hair was shorter now, stopping at her shoulders. Kathy’s eyes, however, they were eyes that still always held JC spellbound, and now looked very stunning in her flushed face.

Not that JC wasn’t good to look at himself. Even at 30, he was tall, a little over 6ft, and in good shape, quite muscular. As a firefighter, he had to keep in shape. His head was shaven, which worked well on him, and he had deep brown eyes.

As Kathy took a swig of water, JC found himself wondering how her pink lips, now glistening from the water, would feel against his.

Kathy was contemplating how she could get to spend time with JC outside of training, while at the same time, trying to concentrate on the next exercise. Lunges were something that sometimes made her off-balance. But, the point of working out was doing exercises that worked all the muscles, and lunges did just that for the legs.

“So how are you enjoy vacation?” JC asked.

Kathy was on spring break from college, but she shrugged. “It’s boring. I do not have anything to do except keep up with my art, and work out. I want to go out, have some fun.”

“Well, a group of us are going to dinner tonight, care to join?”

Kathy’s breath caught for a bit, before she controlled her features and gave her answer. “Sure. Sounds like it could be fun.”

“Alright, I will give you a call later. Time for crunches.”

Kathy smiled at JC, but groaned playfully. As the workout continued, JC wondered how that groan would sound in a different setting.

Later that night, Kathy found herself sitting next to JC, playing poker with him and several of JC’s friends. She was having a good time. They had gone out to dinner at an Applebee’s, and had a fantastic time. Now, they were all winding down, having a drink or two, and playing poker.

Kathy was good at poker, and was finding herself having a fun time, going back and forth with her chips, not caring if she was winning or loosing. If this had been a more serious game, she would have cared, but she was sitting next to JC, and they were teasing each other playfully back and forth, so her mood was different than when she played at school. She had just split a pot with JC, seeing as they had almost identical hands, and she checked the time.

“Holy shyt is it that late?” Kathy said in disbelief.

“What time is it?” JC asked.

“It’s almost midnight.”

“Perhaps we should get you home.”

Kathy pouted playfully, but she didn’t take it hard. The rest of the players were taking notice and starting to break up as well. Some of them were also fellow firefighters, and had to work the next day. It wouldn’t do if they went into work exhausted.

“Alright, you can take me home,” Kathy reluctantly said.

They got into JC’s car. The two of them started talking about the night, saying they needed almanbahis giriş to play poker again. Kathy talked about having played strip poker before, peaking JC’s interest. He asked how one accomplished it, and Kathy started to explain that people went by different rules, but explained the rules that she had played by.

JC felt a stirring in his groin as Kathy explained in detail a game of strip poker she had played recently. Apparently, that group had been a mixed group of guys and girls, and Kathy had been one of the first to loose all her clothes. Kathy said she hadn’t minded, it had been an interesting night.

“One can’t be mad during strip poker. It’s quite fun, whether you win or loose,” Kathy commented.

JC felt himself getting hard. He almost missed the turn to Kathy’s house, and almost missed her invitation inside completely.

“Hello? JC?”

JC shook his head slightly. “I am sorry, Kathy, what did you say?”

“I said, do you want to come inside and watch a movie for a bit? I am not tired at all,” Kathy said, with a hint of coyness.

“Sure,” JC agreed.

Kathy hid a sly smile. Her story had worked, and she had noticed a slight bulge in the front of JC’s pants. She knew he was thinking about how she had looked naked. As Kathy walked in front of JC to the living room, she noticed how silent the house was, and couldn’t help but feel relieved that either no one was home or everyone was dead asleep.

Kathy had picked a movie that JC had never heard of: Formula 51. Kathy had said it was a funny action movie, and so far, he was agreeing. Samuel L. Jackson in a kilt looked hysterical! Kathy sat next to JC, her legs curled up close to her chest, and he could smell the body spray she had put on for the evening, as her shoulder touched his. He noticed her stretch slightly, as if she was trying to get comfortable.

JC grabbed a pillow. “Here, lay down,” he said, putting the pillow in his lap and patting it. Kathy pulled her hair over to one side, and laid her head down, exposing her neck. JC felt the pressure of her head in his lap, and caught his breath slightly. While she couldn’t feel his hard on through the pillow, he was certainly turned on by how, even laying on her side in the glow of the movie, she looked stunning. He felt his hand coming up, as if of it’s own free will, and lightly ran his fingertips across the skin of her neck.

Kathy let out a tiny moan at the feel of JC’s fingers on her skin, before they combed through her hair and back against to her skin. The gentle caresses raised goosebumps that she was certain JC could feel. The caresses began to travel further down the neck, to the collar bone, down the shoulders, until a hand wrapped around to the front of Kathy’s body, and gently cupped her right breast.

Kathy turned her body, until she was laying on her back, looking up at JC. JC ran a finger down her face, and Kathy caught the finger in her mouth, gently sucking it. JC’s eyes closed and she heard a deep groan from him. Kathy felt JC’s other hand reach behind her head, and began to lift her face to his.

JC’s lips met Kathy’s in a hesitant, shaky kiss. He knew she was a client, and this was probably wrong, but he couldn’t help himself, even as the shy kiss ended. He looked at her face, as her eyes opened half-way, her lips sensually parted and glistening, her cheeks a bit flushed, her hair falling back and entangled in his fingers. She looked so beautiful.

Kathy reached one hand up, and stroked the side of JC’s face. She held his face in her hand, as JC brought her closer for another kiss, this one deeper, and more passionate. She felt his tongue slide into her mouth and hers tease his enticingly. JC lifted her up all the way, so she was sitting up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, while his hands clutched at her back. Kathy broke the kiss at one point, letting her mouth nibble at JC’s neck and ear, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him. He returned the favor by pulling her head back slightly, exposing her throat to his mouth, as he planted several gentle kisses along her smooth white throat and collarbone.

Kathy ran her hands down JC’s chest, reaching the bottom of his gray T-shirt. She began to pull it up, making JC break his hold on her. But once almanbahis yeni giriş his shirt came off, his hands began to cup Kathy’s 36B breasts, before his fingers started to undo the buttons of her black top. Underneath, he saw a lacy black bra, barely covering her beautiful chest, and as he began to kiss the very tops of her breasts, he reached around and undid her bra.

JC lay Kathy down on the couch, the movie completely forgotten. He ran a hand from her neck down her chest, circling each nipple, and then down her stomach, making Kathy quiver gently. He let his hand wander further as he cupped her mound through her jeans, and felt himself jerk as he sucked Kathy’s right nipple into his mouth, making her moan.

Kathy felt herself getting wet, and felt like she would cum as soon as JC put pressure on her pussy, even though it was through her jeans. She knew he could feel the heat through all that fabric, she was so turned on. Her hands began to roam down to his crotch and grabbed at the hardening bulge in the front of his jeans. She heard JC gasp and groan deep as he sucked and nipped at her right nipple, making Kathy arch her back.

JC’s hand undid the button and fly of Kathy’s jeans, exposing a matching lacy thong underneath. Slowly, gently, he snaked his hand between Kathy’s jeans and the thong, reaching her crotch. He could feel her juices soaking through the fabric of the thong, as he slid a finger across her engorged clit through her thong. Kathy caught her breath, and she felt her body shiver as JC pushed aside the fabric of the thong and slide a finger into her already wet cunt.

Kathy’s mouth opened in a wordless cry of pleasure, feeling JC’s finger penetrate her pussy. Her back arched higher, and her fingers dragged against JC’s bare back, almost scratching him. JC watched as Kathy’s face contorted in pleasure, keeping his finger buried deep inside her. He slowly started to fuck her with his fingers, slowly pulling his fingers out before jamming them hard back into Kathy’s tight, wet pussy. Each time he pounded his fingers back into Kathy’s pussy, he felt her cunt constrict and her body shake. JC’s cock was hard, pressing against his abdomen, and he could feel precum leaking from the tip of his cock. He leaned his face down closer to Kathy’s, and kissed her ear.

“I want to fuck you so badly,” he whispered, lust filling his voice. JC felt Kathy shudder and felt a little more of her juices flow down onto his fingers. JC couldn’t help but smile at how wet she was, and how just the simple statement could make her cum just a little.

Kathy reached up and kissed JC deeply, undoing his jeans and slipping her hands underneath the fabric of the boxer’s he was wearing underneath. She grabbed at the hard bugle of his cock, and felt JC moan into her mouth, and grind against her hand. Kathy pushed down JC’s boxers, freeing his hardened cock, and began to gently stroke him.

JC broke the kiss and looked at Kathy, not breaking his fingering of her and she didn’t stop stroking him.

“Please, let me fuck you,” he begged.

Kathy could only nod, wordlessly, her breath still coming in gasps as JC continued to fuck her pussy with his fingers. Gently, she pulled his hand up to her mouth, sucking on the fingers that had just been inside her. She tasted her juices on his fingers and felt him shudder in pleasure as her tongue rolled around his fingers. He pulled her jeans off her body, and gently spread her legs. JC took his cock in his hand and began to run it up and down the slit of Kathy’s cunt. Kathy groaned in lust, and arched her back, as if trying to get JC inside her.

JC gently pushed forward, until just the head was inside her, before pulling back out. He repeated the process, inching just a little bit of his cock inside her each time, until he was pressed against her, fully buried inside. He held himself there, watching Kathy gently writhe in pleasure, her face a look of pure lust and sex.

Kathy’s eyes fluttered open and looked up into JC’s face. Her arms reached up, and circled around his neck, and gently pulled him down to her. JC lowered himself to Kathy, kissing her, as he gently began to thrust in and out of her. It was like slipping in and out of velvet, and JC felt a surge of pleasure. He almanbahis kept a slow pace, his hips gently pressing against her inner thighs as he continued to push into her with each thrust of his hips. He kept up his steady pace, letting his lips wander from Kathy’s lips to her neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses, along her collarbone before letting his mouth descend again upon her breasts. JC let his tongue tease and flick across the nipple of each breast. He let his teeth scrape across the gentle skin around the nipple before sucking gently, but hungrily at her breast, first her right one, then her left. One hand was caressing her body as he started to thrust a bit harder and a little faster, but still keeping a steady pace.

Kathy had her arms wrapped around JC’s neck, but her hands started to wander, starting to drag her nails up his spine, causing goosebumps to appear on JC’s skin. Her back arched to let her chest press against JC’s mouth, her breasts in his face, bouncing slightly with each thrust of his dick into her warm, tight pussy. Her legs instinctively wrapped around JC’s back, as if trying to keep him tightly pressed into her pussy. With each thrust, Kathy pulled JC closer to her with her legs, as if urging him to go deeper, harder, and faster.

JC felt Kathy’s urging, and slowly started to pick up the pace, moving his pelvis faster and pushing against her harder. He felt his balls slap a little with each thrust against Kathy’s skin. He felt her pussy grow tighter, her impending orgasm showing in her face. He could feel his own climax beginning to build and each moan of pleasure from Kathy’s lips urged him closer, and made him pick up his pace.

Kathy felt her abdomen tighten, and her pussy begin to constrict against JC’s cock. She felt the heat inside of her rising, building towards an intense orgasm. Her nails began to dig into JC’s shoulders, her legs tightening around his back. Her voice grew louder, but not too loud, in fear that if people were home, she would wake them. But the friction of her clit being rubbed against the top of JC’s cock, and the pleasure of him pounding deeper and deeper into the recesses of her pussy. She felt JC pick up his pace, moving faster in and out of her, the meeting of their flesh resounding in the room, even over the credits of the movie. JC’s pace was faster now, as if trying to reach some end goal, but Kathy was reaching towards the goal of her orgasm. She felt herself approach a breaking point, until JC thrust against her once, twice, three more times and it sent her over the edge. Kathy’s pussy tightened and her back arched high, as her orgasm washed over her like a wave crashing against the shore. Her face was twisted in pleasure, her eyes closed, mouth open in a wordless cry, her body in a sheen of sweat.

JC felt Kathy’s pussy contract so tightly around his cock, it was like a vice. He had never felt anything so tight in his life. His eyes closed in pleasure, savoring the feel of her warm pussy around his hard dick. He felt her start to shake as her orgasm began to wash over her. He pounded hard into her, before he felt her juices flow down onto his cock. The tight feeling of his dick combined with the warmth of her juices was too much. He thrust hard into her several times, his cock throbbing with the need to release. He pushed deeper into her once, twice, three times and felt his own climax, releasing himself. His cum began to spurt inside of her. He moaned low in pleasure the one of the biggest orgasms he had ever felt overcame him body, making him tremble and shake, still shooting his load deep into Kathy.

JC held himself frozen for several minutes, his cum still shooting up into Kathy, while her juices slide down her pussy and onto his cock. There was so much cum it began to drip from her slit. JC felt spent, and collapsed on top of Kathy, his semi-hard dick slowly slipping out of her drenched cunt. His own body was covered in sweat, and felt slick against the wet skin of Kathy. They both gasped to catch their breath, still holding each other, laying together in the silence.

It was Kathy who finally said something.

“Well, that was a good ‘training’ session, wasn’t it?” she gasped, joking a little.

JC turned to look at her, and gently kissed her. “So, when are we scheduled to train again?” he asked, smiling lustfully.

Kathy’s wicked grin flashed across her face, and she kissed him deeply. “I think we are scheduled to meet again on Tuesday.”

“Let’s meet at my place, next time,” JC whispered.

“I like the sound of that.”

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A modern love in the making – Our first Roadtrip to Adelaide

All characters are well over 18 years old and include ‘Rocket Man’, his cock ‘Mojo’, ‘Sparkling Red’ and her ‘Genie’ who first met online a few years ago as their alter egos ‘Jardine Man’ and ‘Mimbabe’.

These are their stories mostly written by Rocket Man from both their perspectives – often of their same adventures in love. Some of the Stories, such as many of these ones though, are written by Sparkling Red with her own perspective and very enthusiastic input. She is just the most fabulous lover and quotable lady I have ever known!

After my night shift we hit the road to Rocket Man’s Mums place to meet her for the first time. I am apprehensive and a bit nervous but I am reassured that my All Man thinks it will go ok. His Mum makes me feel so welcomed. Apparently she was also nervous and my All Man’s sister had come from Sydney to visit with her friend and timed to be there before us. My All Man’s Mum was a lovely lady in the full sense of the word living in a beautiful house on Willans Hill. While my man did several jobs for her I got to know her better and, despite being older than my Mum by a few years, she is very sprightly and obviously full of love for her son and his being happy.

His sister is so full of energy and Pizazz that I instantly liked her and their Mum. I was made to feel so welcomed and at home I was pleased beyond measure. That night I was exhausted after the night shift and the roadtrip along with the meeting of the two most important ladies in my man’s life. After a kiss and cuddle I slept like a baby until before dawn I felt that familiar pressing in my thigh. I smile with glee and my All Man makes love to me in my single bed and I feel so special and loved.

We depart late morning from Wagga and take the scenic route to see where you grew up, went to School and went shooting for rabbits ?? etc. We do a Selfie at the Lane named after the family and share stories about growing up on farms. almanbahis adres We came into Lockhart and found our first mural on a water tank just beautiful birds of the region stork, parrots.

We continue with the intention of seeing some painted murals on silos on the way. Rocket Man has even found a map to help in my quest. We make our way into Victoria via Kerang across to Bort but heading West and slightly north towards Ouyen.

The mallee is flat so I felt naughty and stretched out my right hand to feel up my All Man. He had a surprised look but I could tell he didn’t want me to stop

At my instigation, we had been talking about past lovers so we were both horney. Wanting our best lover: each other.

I rubbed his crutch with a firm hand ? and Mojo never disappoints. l could feel his swelling cock and my All Man jigging in the seat as now you’re very uncomfortable. Lol Your zipper comes down and I feel you out even more you’re so hard you find a small road to pull up on and you want your way with me…

You look into the back seat and it’s full of luggage etc bugger you say as you would love to lie with me on the back seat. The side of the road has water lying in it so getting out and having a picnic with all that bird pooh on the benches is not happening today. We continue along driving and laugh when we see a huge truck turn down that little road.

We have our rolls with left over beef Chinese in them and get back onto the country roads.

It’s my turn to drive now and Rocket Man does a brilliant job directing me to the silos path as the sun is going down and you’re now touching up my groin you can feel the heat radiating through my jeans. ?? I know it would be an embarrassing camel toe but I just want you to keep feeling my radiating little furnace.

You unzip my jeans but you can’t get very far as I have the biggest camel toe

We suddenly come to a small town and spot our first real painted silo just as the light was fading. BEAUTIFUL.

We almanbahis giriş continued on our journey into Ouyen we have a counter meal and we both feel horney so we ring around for a motel room, as the pub was full. No room available so it’s onto ADL and we arrived safely after 2330. Another long day. Australia is a big place.

Awake and Horney

I am not asleep and feeling horney as f¥€k for my man, so I feel over to you with my hands and circle my favourite happy pulsating penis, I tease you to attention as you wake. You smile when you realise it is me and I jump on board my stallion for a long slow sensual ride on you first as your Goddess and then as your favourite hard riding Jockey.

You smile as you feel my muscles contract and my nipples go rock hard with the joy over your body responding to my desire.

I scream out your name with pleasure as I throw back my head, arms outstretched with the shear joy of your body and obvious desire you have for me.

I want you, I need you, I want your hands on me, I want your desire, I want you bad, bad, bad. I want your lust. I want to love you always.

You are so impressed with my “From Zero to Gasping” in just three strokes

I am on my last night visiting my man in Adelaide and we have gone to bed and made love, after enjoying a great chat about the days adventures with my first ever Yum Cha, meeting more of your friends and watching a sunset at Henley Beach.

I fall asleep in your arms, very pleased with the attention you have showered me with all over the weekend … Apparently I had been ‘heavy breathing’ during the start of the Roadtrip but you tell me I had stopped now which is reassuring. You are still cuddling me as I feel Mojo press into my thigh in the half light before dawn. Half asleep I feel for Mojo and find that your joy stick is a Thumper again and so I whisper ‘Yes Please’ – before I’m even awake your Thumper has done the Flaps Check and he’s inside my still love-juice-filled almanbahis pussy.

Yeeees – your Thumper Mojo is just so good and before I know it I am gasping as I drive my hips back into you against your mind blowing long thrusts. Only a couple of great thrusts later I am coming, hard, with such intensity that Genie clenches Mojo in a vice like grip and you shudder with the knowledge I am coming already!

By your reckoning I went from asleep to gasping and a mind blowing orgasm in just 3 strokes of your joy stick in Thumper mode! Yes, I sooo love you and your Shape Changer.

My All Man’s Dream after my departure from Adelaide

Good Morning … It’s been a cracker of an AO weekend and you’re safely back at your beautiful home and I’m missing my girl already …

In my dream, we’re cooking what is now my favourite breakfast together after a quick walk to the beach where we sat and watched the waves while soaking up some Vitamin D after a quick swim.

The salmon is cut, toaster working hard and the eggs are on poaching nicely – so you turn around and lean over the glistening white bench to look over the wisteria blooming over your domain …

You smile at the work I’ve done for you and you give me The Look and so Mojo now immediately jumps to attention, you hear the eggs burbling so you give me the “Come-On-Then” get on with fucking me arm wave with a huge Cheshire Cat Grin … You get a CCG from me as my clever dick Mojo gives you a banana dick to enjoy as I lift your skirt to find no panties – so he slides right on into one seriously wet Genie in one long, deep thrust.

You gasp at the joy of your Bestie touching your soul. You sigh as you grasp the bench knowing life is good being loved by your All Man – all in time for the perfect poached egg.

You are learning that Rocket Man loves his Sparkling Red’s The Look and the challenge of the Come-On-Then arm wave as I grasp your shoulders and show you who’s in charge and your core just melts with pleasure.

The salmon and poached egg on muffins was just as great as Rocket Mans ”Come-On-Then” response. I’m dangerous went taunted …

Sparkling Red and I hope you enjoy our Treality and we truly welcome any and all constructive comments you can offer us.

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We were getting ready to go out for the evening when she came back into the room wearing a sleek purple robe and her black heels. Her hair was beautifully done up and her makeup was perfect. I watched her go to the closet to pick out an outfit and I marveled at her sexiness and beauty. I loved the hot red lipstick and the way her eyes have such an exotic and wanton allure.

I ask her to turn around and she turned slowly face me. She could tell what I wanted and waited for me to ask the next question.

“Open your robe,” I said as she pulled on the purple cord and let the fabric fully part, allowing me to see that she is naked underneath the robe. I take some time to admire her gorgeous body. Her breasts are so full and upright. I love the look of her prominent and protruding cunt lips. I walk to her and push the garment off her shoulders and let it fall at her feet onto the floor. Those breasts are so lovely: upright with nipples already getting hard. I push her back slightly until the chair is behind her knees and then I press her shoulders to make her sit there in front of me. I drop my pants and shorts and take her silky hair in one hand and pull her red lips to my hardening cock. Her mouth opens and I feel her warmth as she sucks me in. I take her nipples in each hand and pull them out and roll them between my fingers. I pull my cock out of her mouth and rub my wet cock head on her inflamed tits before I take hold of the nipples again. Her tongue is licking the shaft from the tip to the balls as her tits are pulled and flicked and rubbed.

“Do your tits feel good,” I ask.

“Yes, pull them harder,” almanbahis is her reply. I pull them out even farther and let them pop back again and again.

“My tits feel so good,” she breathes as I attack them from above.

“Go down on me,” I say as I watch that sexy mouth open and then move forward onto me. She sucks me deep and looks up to make sure I am watching. Pulling my wet cock out, she rubs it all over her beautiful face before again taking as much in as she can.

Pulling her to her feet, we kiss very deeply. Her mouth tastes like cock and I love the way her tongue meets mine. I break the kiss and pull out the case with all the sex toys. She is watching me and I see her tremble.

“I am going to put the nipple vibrators on you,” I say. I can see she is afraid of the pain as I begin to adjust them. I tell her they will hurt at first but then start to feel better when I adjust the speed. After getting them positioned she says they are pinching her tight. I then turn on the vibrator control and watch them hang down from her hard nipples.

“Do they still hurt,” I ask.

“Not anymore, the vibrating feels so good,” she responds. I stand behind her at the mirror so I can see the humming silver ovals hang down from her tits. I turn up the speed even more as she grabs the dresser top for support and tells me her tits feel so good. I reach down and run a finger into her cunt. She is watching me in the mirror. Her cunt is very wet and I can tell that the nipple stimulation is really getting to her. I kiss and lick and bite the back of her neck as I shove two fingers in her cunt. Her legs almanbahis adres spread wider to accept the invasion. I stand behind her watching the nipple clamps as I finger her. Her ass is pushing back at me to feel my cock. I see her watching herself in the mirror as I handle her aroused body.

As I pull my fingers out of her wet cunt, I tell her to bend forward so I can shove the big vibrator in. I rub it with sex lube and then position it at her opening. Pressing it forward, she asks me to please go slow because it is so big. I switch the vibe control and run it along her open slit. With her telling me how good it feels, I slowly push it in. When the fat head pops in, I press further. I start a slow fuck motion, first in a bit, and then almost fully out. Again I push it past her tight opening and deeper into her wetness. I hold it there and turn up the speed. Her tits are vibrating at full speed while her cunt has the vibe buried in her. We both watch the reflection as the pleasure engulfs her. I tell her to push her ass back on the vibrator. Her body is so alive with sexual excitement from the tit and pussy stimulation as she leans her body forward over the dresser. Her moans are loud from this sexual assault and they fill the room.

I remove the nipple vibes and lay her on her back on the bed. The vibrator is still pulsing in her aroused cunt. I take a smaller vibrator and placed it directly on her swollen clit. Her legs are spread wide from the large toy and the speed is turned all the way up. I use the small one on the sensitive clit area. Putting my cock up near her face, I watched her take almanbahis giriş me into her mouth. Her right nipple is in my fingers and I pull it and squeeze it.

“My cunt feels so good. How deep is the vibrator inside me?”

“More than half way, do you want more?”

“I don’t know if I can, it’s so big,” she whines. She can barely speak. I reach down pressing it even deeper. Her legs spread wider to accept it. It’s about 2/3 the way in when I pull it back and start to fuck her with it again. My other hand is keeping the small vibrator on her clit. Both vibrators work her aroused body while her mouth is sucking me. I pull my cock out and she rubs it all over her face and lips and tongue. I watch the wetness on her face and then shove it back deep into her mouth.

I take her hand so she can hold the small vibrator on her clit. The larger one is imbedded so deep in her cunt. I ask her if she wants me to cum in her mouth or on her tits.

“Cum on me,” she pleads as I take my cock and start to jerk off over her body. She is so close to cumming and begins to moan more and move her cunt violently onto the vibrators. She cries out that she is cumming as her hand presses the small vibrator hard to her clit. She is completely wrapped up with her orgasm and I marvel at how beautiful and even more sexy she looks when she cums. As her eyes are watching my jerking hand, I feel cum boiling up in me. I point my cock at her big tits and see a stream of hot white juice splatter all over them. Cum keeps squirting and hitting her body until it is all over her sexy body, from her chin to her waist. I rub the juice into her breasts with my cock. She licks her red lips as she watches and then takes my cock back into her mouth. I keep the vibrator inside her convulsing cunt. I watch as she sucks the last of my cum from me while repeated orgasms continue to rock her gorgeous body.

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The shotgun blast ripped through my chest…

I flew back into the dirt with a thud, but fired off a shot into Doc Holliday just before I died… After a few minutes Doc helped me to my feet. We brushed off the dirt and posed for pictures.

Some people spend their summers at the beach. I spent my summer getting shot and killed four times daily— five on weekends. Working as a Tombstone stuntman is damn tough work. But the tourists fucking loved it.

Especially the cute German tourists.

For the final stunt I got blasted off my horse and landed flat on my back in the OK Corral. Opening my eyes I was surrounded by a swarm of German girls snapping pics. “Der Cowboy! Der Cowboy!”

Two sisters named Gerta and Katja helped me up. “We speak much good English, ja?” Gerta handed me my revolver, holding it in both hands like a scared object. “What kind ist your gun cowboy?”

“Oh I got a steel Colt with a ten inch barrel and blazing bullets.”

Katja translated for the girls, pointing to my crotch. “Hat einen 10 Zoll Stahl Schwanz! Und Feuersperma schiessen!! Ja!!” The other girls jumped back and ran off, covering their crotches.

“NEIN STUPID! Colt not Cock!” Gerta punched Katja. “She tell them you have ten inch steel cock— shooting fire-cum bullets!”

I grinned. “…actually I do.”

Then Katja screamed and ran off, leaving only little Gerta. A cute girl with bright blonde pigtails, blue green eyes and pointy nipple bumps in her blouse. She looked like a pixie. The blushing pixie stared up at me, twisting her thighs together. “Luke you are real-real Cowboy, ja?”

“You betcha.” I took her hand. “Gertie let’s get a beer. Germans like beer right?”

“You betcha,” she giggled.

In the Red Eye saloon a buxom waitress carded Gerta then served us two mugs of beer. Gerta squeezed my hand and we tongue kissed. But then her drunken sister Katja walked up, grabbing my zipper. “Cowboy, me play with your gun bitte?

“NEIN BITCH!” Gerta twisted Katja’s arm back and the two girls smacked each other’s tits off, until Katja fell on her fat ass and ran off. Gertie snarled. “Stupid Katja want to suck your Schwanz.”

“Really? Gosh that’s sounds fun.” I rubbed Gerta’s nipple bumps. “Do you want to suck my Schwanz?”

Gerta looked into my eyes, then down my zipper lump and her face flushed. “…ja ja, okay cowboy.” Taking my hand she led me into a broom closet. We kissed and I squeezed her lemon-size tits like I was making lemonade.

Nudging bayrampaşa eskort Gertie to her knees I whipped out my prick. The German girl’s eyes widened, watching my erection stick up and hardened. “Aaack your Schwanz ist hard as steel!” My steel prick touched her lips.

Her mouth opened and her little tongue tickled my cockhead. Cool but I wanted deep throat. Grabbing Gertie’s pigtails I pulled her pixie head onto my prick working it back and forth. Gerta moaned and gagged as I pumped it down until she gagged. “Ugggh…!”

Her little fingers pulled on my balls while fucked her sweet mouth. “Oooh yes… suck it… suck my prick!” Soon I felt my balls swell and churn and… explode, blasting cum down her throat.

“Ugggh… UGGGH!” Gerta choked and swallowed. Her cheeks turned red as she gulped down gobs of cum with more spilling down her chin. After the last swallow Gerta pulled away panting. “Aaach… ist too much sperma goo!” She wiped her sticky mouth on my shirt.

Hoping for more I yanked at her skirt. Gerta slapped my hands. “NIEN! NIEN! NIEN!” …I took that as a maybe.

Back at the bar the girl gulped another mug of beer to wash down the cum. “Hey Gertie let’s go for a trail ride down to the San Pedro river. We’ll have some real cowboy fun.”

“Gerta hopped to her feet. ” Und we see injuns, ja?”

“Maybe?

“Ja ja. Okay.” Soon we were snug in the saddle, riding Loco down the trail. Gerta’s soft butt wiggled against my hard lump as I fondled her braless tits. Reaching the San Pedro we chased off a herd of javelinas, then stopped under a huge cottonwood and kissed.

But something rattled below us.

Gerta screamed. “Schlange! Flapperschlange!” Loco bucked as I fired twice, hitting the rattlesnake. Gertie leapt off the horse and smashed the snake’s head in with a rock. Damn she was a tough little twat!

Then the girl took a dozen selfies with the four-foot long diamondback. Gertie held up the rattles, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Flappers for me, bitte!”

Sure honey.” I cut off the snake’s head and tail and ran a leather bootlace through the rattles to make a necklace. “Hey Gertie, take your top off so I can put on your rattlesnake necklace.”

“Ja ja, bitte!” The eager girl tore off her top, letting her lemon titties bounce out and jiggle. I placed the necklace around Gertie’s neck and wiggled the rattles. Gerta squirmed like she was going to cream her panties. “Ich liebe eskort es! I love it!”

After more selfies, the pixie girl dropped her skirt and spread naked in the buffalo-grass. She pointed to her fuzzy blonde pussy. “How you say in English… flesh… tunnel? Ja ja. Luke me want your hard gun in meine fleshtunnel!”

“Well you kinky-kinky gal.” Gertie fell back and covered her ears when I emptied my Colt, firing two shots in the air. Then I rubbed the warm gun barrel along her tender pussy lips.

Gerta yelled, “Nein! Other gun! Other gun!” She tried to push it away. But I was having some old-fashioned cowboy fun, and pressed the nozzle at her juicy slit. Gerta looked between her legs and we both watched the steel barrel push into her tight pink hole.

Gerta squirmed. “Ooof… ist lang…” Pumping the barrel in and out I let the hammer nibble at her clitty. The panting girl lifted her legs as I pistol fucked her faster.

After a bit Gertie’s entire body turned red, and her hips humped with the pumping gun barrel. Gerta moaned, rubbing the snake rattles across her aroused nipples. “Shoot me! Shoot me Cowboy!”

So I pulled the trigger, the hammer flicked her clitty and Gerta’s legs flew up in the air. “Ich Komme! Ich Komme!” Two orgasms later Gerta collapsed in the grass.

“Oooh you ist real cowboy, real naughty cowboy.” I lay beside the panting girl and rubbed her pistol-fucked pussy. Reloading my Colt I fired a few more shots in the air to clear pussy juice out of the barrel. No cowboy wants a rusty barrel.

Gerta giggled at the gunshots, and slowly fingered her pussy. “Cowboy Luke… meine fleshtunnel ist ready… ready for other lang hard gun…”

Yes ma’am. I yanked out my throbbing boner. Gerta jumped back but I pulled her forward until my prick touched her delicate pink slit… and shoved in. The girl squirmed. “Autsch! Autsch! Ist too big!”

Grabbing her tiny tits I plowed deeper, cramming her German cunt full of American cockmeat. After a few more strokes I felt her pussy squirm and twist. Gerta giggled, “Giddy up Cowboy!”

Shoving her little legs over her head, I fucked the naughty girl harder, making her tight butt bounce off the ground. “Autsch! Autsch! …meine fleshtunnel… ist burning!” Gertie panted and gripped my neck, pumping her hips up.

“Ahhh…Ich Komme! ICH KOMME!!”

Her quivering pussy muscles clenched my prick… making it spew. Hot spurting cum filled her burning fleshtunnel. We collapsed sisli escort together in the grass and tongue kissed.

After a few minute Gerta and rolled over in the grass… displaying her firm little ass. Wow. A butt so tight you bounce a quarter off it.

That cute butt needed some bronco bustin.’ My hands spread her firm cheeks until I saw her little pink anus, winking at me. Greta looked back. “Nicht mein Arsch!” But I pushed my prick straight up that tight tunnel.

“AUTSCH!!” Greta gripped the ground, squealing as I screwed her rump.

My hand moved to her pussy, finger banging and butt banging her at the same time. “Unh Cowboy …unh… der pole… ist so lang!” Greta turned her head and we kissed, as I pounded my prick up her sweet asshole.

Soon my fingers found the throbbing bead of her clitty and pinched it. “Oww!” The girl wriggled and jerked with her butt muscles gripping my cock until it spewed. We cuddled and kissed as Gerta tenderly touched her reamed-out asshole.

“Ooooh… I feel much fucked.”

After a minute the little twat got up, jumped into the river and splashed around. I watched Gerta chase away two water moccasins. Like I said, she was a tough little twat.

After a long swim Gertie came back with a crow feather stuck between her blonde pigtails, and two lines of black mud smeared across her face like war paint.

Wow. The girl looked like some kind of pixie Apache.

She giggled. “Me injun— you cowboy, ja?”

“Ja ja, sure.” I lifted her sore butt onto Loco and we headed back to Tombstone, riding off into the red-orange glow of setting sun… just like in the westerns. My pixie Apache rode topless of course, with the snake rattles shaking between her jiggling tits.

Back in town I took little Gerta to the Red Eye Saloon, for another beer and blowjob.

Blondie stayed awhile in Tombstone. We both got jobs in a comedy stunt show. I was of course the evil gunslinger. Gerta played a blue-eyed German speaking Apache. A feisty, pistol-packin’ Apache who loved rattlesnakes and fire water… Klapperschlangen und Feuerwasser.

For the rest of that summer Gerta and I shot each other all day, and fucked each other all night. Her little twat loved to be pistol fucked… the old fashioned way.

On our days off we rode Loco down to the snake infested San Pedro.

We’d swim in the river and I’d tickle her aroused nipples with the snake rattles… then we’d lay naked in the buffalo-grass and make love under the warm desert sun… with buzzards softly circling above us and coyotes yipping in the distance… So damn romantic.

And just like Loco, I made sure Gerta always got rode hard and put away wet.

It was a mighty fine summer…

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Britain was a dangerous land for man or beast. Wars ravaged the land, and tribes clashes. Torture, rape and cruel deaths were common. Now law was over the land. And now that Rome had left, Norse warriors invaded to find new lands to rule over.

Northern England was a landing point for those men. Jorvik, or York, they called the village was their now won land. Great long ships by the dozens filled the bay.

Derik was the youngest son of ten, his father a lord of a wide stretch of land in Norway. Derik decided to find a place to become his own. A woman to make his wife and they would have their own sons. He would build a fortress of his own.

His longtime friend, Geoff followed him off the ship onto the land. ” I hear the females here are plenty. Three women for each man! Just think of it, Derik”!

Derik laughed. ” For you, yes, but I am in need for just one.”

A group of men were at the stables, and it was a slave auction. Derik went to see for himself. He had coin and needed some slaves to help him build a house.

The man in charge, brought out many kinds of slaves. And when he brought out his best that he saved for last, the crowds gasped and cheered.

Derik was stunned at the woman that stood on the platform. Her hair was like the sunset. Red and flowing down past her lush bottom. She had full rosy lips and a dusting sarıyer eskort of freckles on her nose. Full breasts that were barely contained by her torn dress. She was indeed a prize for any mans bed.

And Derik wanted to be that man. Tonight.

Geoff already had a hard on. ” By Thor, what a prize.”

” Forget it, Geoff. I am getting this one.”

Geoff sighed. ” Well maybe you will share her with me one night.”

Derik raised his hand and shouted a bid. The bidding went higher, since most men wanted this woman. She looked a bit abused, and like she had not eaten or slept. He saw her trembling.

When he won his prize, the guard brought her to him, and he studied her and saw how pretty her eyes were, like violets. Or the evening sky. He felt his erection stir. He told himself he had to be gentle with her. He loved how lush her body felt against his. He brought her to the inn he was staying at and lead her to his room. She looked fearful.

” Easy, I am a gentle man.”

She didn’t speak Norse, he knew, and he didn’t speak Celtic. But pleasure would still come, and it be how they would communicate for now. He began to walk towards her. She swallowed hard and looked around as if trying to run.

He pointed to himself. “Derik.”

She understood he meant his name. She nodded. Placing a small hand to her escort chest, she said ” Maura.”

He smiled, and took her hand into his, and kissed it. ” I think you are lovely, Maura. I need a wife. You suit. You are too lovely to be a slave.”

Maura said something, but he didn’t understand.

” It has been so long since I had a woman. I want you…”

He cupped her breasts and she gasped. He felt them and squeezed softly, loving how she looked defenseless for him. He felt her nipples pucker as if begging for him. He undid her lacings of the bodice and exposed her breasts, her pink nipples. He bent and took one into his mouth, sucking and licking. She moaned and struggled. He felt her hands in his hair, tugging. He smiled against her breast and tasted the other.

Her skin was soft and creamy. He wanted to bury his hard erection inside her wet heat. Derik pulled her dress down to her feet, and took in the sight of her naked body. She was thin, but lush. Red curls hid her pussy and he noticed freckles inside her thighs.

Maura let out a soft sigh and let him lay her on the bed. He took his clothing off and she watched, hunger in those pretty eyes.

She stared at his thick erection and licked her lips. Derik smiled, but knew he couldn’t take much foreplay. It had been too long for him. He opened her legs and saw how kağıthane eskort pink and wet she was for him. She was breathing hard. He wondered if she was a virgin. If so, he wanted to go easy. He ran his fingertips over the dewy lips of her pussy and she gasped. He rubbed her little clit and she cried out, moving with his hand. Her hands clutched the blankets. He push a finger and she moaned. She was so tight.

Derik pushed a second finger in, she moaned something in Celtic. He pulled his hand away, shiny from her wet heat. He climbed over her and met her eyes with his.

Desire was written all over her face. He rubbed his erection on to wet slit and sucked a nipple in his mouth. She came with tremors washing over her body. Derik wondered had she ever come before. He began to push into her slowly and growled at how tight she was. It felt amazing. He shuddered. She was panting, and he knew it hurt. He thrust himself to the hilt and she cried out, arching in pain. He kissed her lips softly and held still.

Maura began to move her hips, and Derik began a slow pace. She ran her nails down his muscled back in pleasure. Her pants and whimpers led him on. He thrust harder and deeper and she went wild, tugging at his hair, meeting each thrust.

She cried out and came again, he body rubbing against his. Derik followed with a hard final thrust and shuddered.

Both breathing hard, he kissed her lips again, then pulled out of her warm body. She looked ravished yet happy. She smiled at him and he went hard again.

Derik pulled Maura into his arms and kissed her deeply.

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Editor’s note: This story is partly true. My wife and I celebrated an anniversary in this same hotel in the main dining room – same meal – same desert – different wine. We took the same glass elevator to the roof. At that time, there was a lounge on the roof that rotated. We sat drinking our brandy looking at the panorama that was San Francisco at night on a cloudless night when the moon was full and bright.

* * * * *

We met at the convention at the Mark Hopkins Hotel in San Francisco. In the process of assigning teams to work on model presentations, you and I were teamed together. We had such great rapport that we continued our discussions over lunch.

I thought you were quite sexy with your long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. Showing off the smooth lines of your neck – enhancing the bone structure in your exquisite face. Pretty. My dear, you looked absolutely ravishing. I loved how your blue eyes twinkled when you made a point that you thought I had missed – it was like saying, “see – I can come up with some ideas too”. But I knew that. It showed in every subject we discussed – from what Columbian coffee is really made of – to Merlot wine and the best wineries.

At the end of a long hard day – you and I had made reservations to dine together in the main dining room – anxious to take in the floorshow and, perhaps, dance a little. Promising that you would stay in your room until I arrived to escort you down – we parted to shower and dress for dinner.

I knocked on your door and, when you opened it, the view was breath taking. The off-the-shoulder black dress you were wearing set off and empathized your firm bust – with cleavage so deep as to get lost in the canyon of your breasts. And the hem of your dress coming to just above the knee allowed me a glimpse of your thigh-high stockings as you crossed the room and bent over to pick up your purse. I also noticed that you were wearing a little black lacey thong. Mmmmm!

During the elevator ride down to the dining room, we chatted about numerous things, but I couldn’t tell you one of them. My mind was elsewhere – on that little lacey thong and the treasures it concealed.

Dinner was excellent – as would be expected. Chateaubriand for two – Merlot wine (we had already discovered it as our favorite) and rich vanilla ice cream with warm fudge chocolate topping.

After finishing up we sat there sipping our brandy, looking at each other – our eyes were communicating without saying a word. The look in your eyes escort şişli spoke volumes. We decided to skip the dancing and have a drink in my room.

Since I am the CEO of my company, I had reserved the Penthouse Suite. And, it being a clear star filled night, we took the outside glass elevator. Entering the elevator, being the only two in it, we hugged as it began to ascend. Tilting your face I brought my lips to yours. Your full pouty lips opened to invite my tongue inside. As we kissed, I massaged your butt cheeks – causing your dress to ride up.

I noticed a couple of guys on the sidewalk below pointing up at us. They were enjoying the view as I moved your little black lacey thong to the side and insinuated a finger into your sex. Ahhhh! You were already moist, my dear.

We just passed the 3rd floor and the guys were still watching.

You wriggled your cute little butt and broke our kiss. Leaning forward, you unzipped my trousers and released my cock. You placed your scarlet red lips around the mushroom head and sucked me into your mouth – slowly – exquisite torture – as you inhaled my cock deep within your mouth. My cock was responding by growing harder and harder. Soon you had it up to its full 8-inch length. The girth was giving you a problem, though. Your mouth could barely open wide enough to accept my 2-inch thickness.

Your head bobbled up and down, trying to force my cock down the back of your throat and trying to keep from gagging in the process. You withdrew your mouth, gasping for air – then attacked again – working me to a frenzy.

We just passed the 7th floor. The guys were no longer visible below.

I continued fingering your slit. You were wet now – hot and ready to fuck. Pulling you off my rigid cock, I stooped and picked you up – one hand on each ass cheek. Raising you above the level of my cock, I felt my cockhead search out your steamy passage. Lowering you, little by little, I eased you down over my man hood. Soon it was embedded within you. You had begun to squirm and moan – this position was definitely tight and, because of it, your tight little cunt was being stretched to the maximum.

We just passed the 11th floor.

Holding you there, I began to lift you – then lowering you – establishing a rhythm of slowly torturing you with my massive cock. Your moans and groans telling me that you love the feel of being completely stuffed. I could feel your cunt pulsing – your pussy muscles clenching around my cock, milking it to extract escort my hot cum.

The elevator door opened – we were at the Penthouse. And the maid was standing there. One hand covering her mouth and trying not to look at us.

I marched across the sitting room to the bedroom. Thankfully, the maid had already made it up and was ready for me. She just didn’t know there was going to be a “we”.

Lowering you to the bed, my cock came out of you with a great sucking sound; it had been so tight in your bald little pussy. You screamed your displeasure of having your pussy turned inside out like that.

Kicking off my shoes and removing my trousers and shorts took precious seconds away from our coupling but soon they were off. You slipped your dress off over your head as I removed my coat and shirt – buttons flying everywhere.

Grabbing your thong on each hip, I yanked it down and off your feet. Then – taking my still rigid cock in my hand, I guided it to your hot cunt and, leaning forward, buried it in you until I reached your cervix – so hard I was – so hot and wet you were – God! That felt so good.

We began anew, this age-old ritual of two people coupling in the heat of passion – paying no attention to the maid in the doorway. She had already removed her uniform and had one hand buried in her pussy, fingering herself with abandon while watching us fuck. My cock had regained its former hardness and was getting tight in your cunt again until you began to cum. When you cum, your juices provided just the right lubricant to allow us to continue slamming our pelvises together – certain of bone bruises in the morning.

Finally my ball sack began to tighten, forcing my red hot cum up and out of my balls – up the thickness of my cock, causing it to swell even more – a sure indication that I was cumming. Spurt after spurt of cum as I stopped stroking my cock in and out of you and let the big wads of cum strike the back of your womb. Four – no five – no, more – my cum continued to spurt until my ball sack was emptied.

We lay there in post coital bliss trying to regain our breath – both of us feeling as though we had just ran a marathon. And it was, of sorts – but a happy marathon.

That’s when we noticed the maid. She had already taken our “cast aside” clothes and straightened and hung them up. All left was the repair of the buttons.

Now that I noticed her – the maid was a very pretty Latino – about 25 or so – no rings (that I could see) and a beautiful bakırköy escort body. Nice high tits with huge nipples sitting on a porch of silver dollar sized aureoles. I asked her for a washcloth to clean up. She started toward the bathroom – that’s when I noticed that she had a high butt – a high porch that you could almost balance a drink on.

Halfway to the bath – she stopped, as though she had an idea. Returning to the bed, she pushed me aside and knelt between your juicy thighs. As she began laving you with her tongue, cleaning all your juices inside and out – you began to respond. God! I thought you were worn out. For that matter, I thought I was through for the night until I stood there watching that Latino ass wiggling in the air – inviting me to come aboard. My cock began to revive.

I move to your head – offering my shaft to your hot tongue. As you kissed and sucked my mushroom cap – my cock began to stiffen – soon to it’s rigid hardness. I moved in behind the maid. As she kept wiggling while administering to your needs, I eased my cock into her steamy tunnel. Her labia were blackish-red (with that Latin blood) and swollen – just begging for a good fuck.

I finally reached the bottom of her cunt. Then, stroking in and out of her while playing with her clit – I soon picked up the pace. Every time I pounded into her – it forced her face hard into your little bald cunt and the feeling was totally erotic. I’m glad we were in the penthouse – your screams would have awakened the dead. Your orgasm was so intense; your body was quivering and shaking – your head tossing from side to side in orgasmic bliss – drooling at the mouth – totally out of control of your own body.

Finally you collapsed. Passed out. I knew you would revive sooner or later, but I had a problem on my hands. Having so recently cum – it was likely that I would have to fuck the maid for some time before cumming. I already had her cumming two or three times while you were.

We decided to switch positions. She moved over to another part of that large king size bed and spread her legs. I leaped into the breach, plunging my hard cock to her depths. In one stroke. Placing her legs as high as I could toward her head, left her pussy open – yet tight – and I began anew. Some minutes and several orgasms for her and I felt my ball sack tighten and my cock swell – I began to cum. Not as strongly this time, but cum nevertheless.

I rolled off and headed for the bathroom. I needed a shower and some cool-down time. When I came out, you had been moved around on the bed, under the covers – a pillow under your head – still fast asleep.

That’s when I spotted a note next to the water pitcher – it read “Buenos Dias Senior – tomorrow night?’

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(Thank you for reading! As usual, please excuse the errors. I revisit and edit the stories once in a while. I’m open to pointers and constructive criticism so feel free to leave those sort of comments. I’m aware that I’m writing about hints of a subculture. My apologies if my terms aren’t right. They are based on a few personal experiences with ropeplay and learning it in a non-sexual setting. If you have suggestions on what scenarios you’d like to see or, perhaps, requests? Feel free to leave those too. I’m new to erotica and write creatively as a hobby so these things would be good practice for me.)

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When he closed his eyes, he could hear the sounds of the office. The soft clacks of the typewriters. The low hum of the air-conditioning. The static buzz that was just on the edge of hearing, almost making him feel that he was just hearing it because he wanted to. He took a deep breath, fists clenched and face scrunched up as he balled up as much as he could on his office chair. Each muscle contracted and tensed for a few more seconds. He knew the count. He had a minute before the clock struck 8.30 and then, the office would have him. Exhaling, he relaxed his face and opened his mouth wide to relax his jaw. The tension seeped out of his bones as he stood and shook it out of his body, each nerve, and muscle more limber than it had been seconds ago.

Diego opened his eyes, his vision filling with the white of the ceiling. As he gathered himself, he straightened his tie and adjusted the rolls of his sleeves. He checked himself in the common mirror. His appearance was neat and orderly. Swept-back hair, curly and thick at the crown but tamed with a considerable amount of pomade sat atop a charming, friendly face. He smiled, flashing his teeth to check for any traces of his breakfast. He ran his tongue over them just in case, thanking his mother’s insistence on getting him braces as a child. He looked all right. He had made it this far.

He had his own office back in Manila but with the company looking to expand, they had thought it best to train some of the local staff back at HQ. So, here he was with a few other colleagues from the Manila office, hoping to make the most out of the opportunity. Scoring a training stint at the head office in Tokyo was not an easy thing to do. He was going to make the best of it. He had to.

So far so good, he thought as he went through the motions. His time here had been tiring but enriching. He picked up the language easily enough, having been someone who had always been good with words. He was in marketing after all. He played the ‘exotic’ role enough to open doors and make people comfortable without being boring. Before he knew it, just as he had opened his eyes in the morning, he blinked and realized it was 30 minutes before the official end of work.

He thanked the forgotten gods of his family that he wasn’t Japanese as he packed his things for the day. They worked far too much for his taste. It was psychologically exhausting to be on call this much. Where he grew up, people somewhat respected the weekend. Outside, he saw some men in green bringing in fresh orchids. Must be one of the big shots, he thought. The corner office at the end of the long hallway had been empty for as long as he could remember. Yet recently, movers got busy and whoever was moving in took great pains to customize the office. It had started with green wallpaper and then some matching furniture. Now, they had ordered fresh, live plants. Pots of green orchids were being carried in by polite and quiet landscapers. Diego resisted the urge to peek. He smiled and said goodbye to his colleagues who still had to stay on. He had somewhere to be after all.

Catching the crowded subway with the ease of a resident, he finally made it to the studio in the heart of the city. From the outside, it was just another fitness studio but Friday nights were something special. Checking in, he walked to the changing room and got out of his corporate skin and into a pair of comfortable track pants and a t-shirt that hugged his body.

There were a few new faces in the class this evening. A beautiful woman, perhaps a few years older than he was, with her long hair tied in a neat ballerina bun stood out the most. Her body was in excellent shape and her smile caused a few of the people she talked to… to blush. She caught him staring and nodded at him slightly. Diego blinked and cleared his throat. He smiled back and retreated to where he was supposed to be. The trainers were already out anyway, carrying the usual jute and cotton ropes. There was a certain thrill in seeing the ropes for the first time in the evening. When he signed up for a kinbaku class, he had done it out of pure curiosity. As it turned out, just like words, he had a penchant for knots.

“Welcome back, everyone,” the main trainer opened the session, his ropes respectfully laid neatly to the side. After some preliminary recap of what they had covered in the last session, mecidiyeköy eskort came the bombshell so to speak, “You’re going to need to work with a partner for this one. If you would, please divide yourselves according to those who wish to tie, those who want to be tied up and those who do not mind either way.”

The crowd shuffled like a confused mass for about a second. Diego considered placing himself in the last. It would be a learning experience after all. Just as he stepped, he saw the woman placing herself in the second category. “Excuse me. Changed my mind,” he said, moving past another participant and went to stand with those that were content to be in the first group. He didn’t know what he hoped for. Or rather he didn’t dare say it. If he said it, it would be true and that could make the entire evening really uncomfortable to deal with.

Just as he anticipated, they were soon told to pair up by choosing someone from the other two groups. He looked for the woman and was about to swallow his disappointment when he heard someone clearing her throat behind him. It was the ballerina. He winced inwardly at the fact that he had given her a nickname.

She was even more beautiful up-close. Clear, healthy skin and bright almond eyes sat on a face that was cut for the gods. He should ask her if she ever modeled. He could use her on a campaign. Pink lips moved and made a sound. “Would you mind if we partnered up?” she asked him. Her voice was smoother than her skin, slipping over him like silk.

“Not at all,” he said. “Of course. I’m Diego.” He introduced himself and held out his hand. Remembering this was Japan, he was about to retract it when she shook it.

“Naomi,” she smiled and he realized that she spoke it with an American accent. “Would you mind if we spoke English? I need the practice.”

He grinned. “Sure. I mean, me too.”

Naomi chuckled and sat next to him. After some time, getting to know her, Diego realised he was in over his head. She was gorgeous, of course, and he had reached that conclusion because an image of her was all he had till then. As it turned out, she was also crazy intelligent and witty. She just returned to Tokyo after a few years of working overseas. She was, as he guessed, a few years older but that self-assurance and need to always be on step ahead of the competition had been highly stressful. So, here she was, volunteering to be tied up. Was that a hint at a kink? Oh, God. A hard-on would be so inappropriate right now.

“I put myself in your hands for the next hour,” she told him ceremoniously as he picked up his rope.

He smiled slightly and began to bind her hands together. In between the pointers from the sensei and his assistants, a series of loops and knots began to bind her wrists together. Naomi had such soft skin and now that they had stopped talking, he noticed how her breathing changed.

“Are you all right?” he asked softly, eyes lifting from the rope to hers.

She nodded, relishing the feel of the jute against her skin. Naomi bit the inside of her cheek and exhaled as Diego leaned forward to wrap the last tie. “Tighter,” she told him.

“I’m supposed to leave some slack.”

“Not so much that I can slip out.”

She had a point so he tightened the wraps.

“Tighter, please.”

He paused and then pulled the rope a fraction tighter.

A light blush spread from the centre of her chest and went up her neck and down her arms. He was so close, he saw the fine hairs stand on edge. The tiny parting of that mouth paired with how she sat back on her heels, relaxed as he completed the last knot. He sat opposite her, holding on to the extra length; his own breathing now slightly harder. Diego looked away. Everyone else was pretty much concentrating on their own work. Perhaps, they were the only ones getting turned on by this. Next time, he would pair himself up with someone else. He was pretty sure Naomi didn’t sign up for this aspect.

If he didn’t say anything, he could just brush it off.

As soon as they were told they could untie their partners, Diego carefully undid the rope. A thin red line marked the last tie he made. ‘Tighter, please,’ she had said. “I’m sorry about that,” he told her politely. “I don’t think I was supposed to leave marks.” Not this early on anyway, he added privately to himself.

Naomi, her voice restored once the ropes fell away, shrugged. “Think of it as a tight hug,” she smiled almost playfully. “With bruises.”

“With bruises,” he shook his head at her reply. Turns out he wasn’t the only one who was good with words. “I didn’t bruise you, did I?”

“Unfortunately, no,” she laughed lightly. Another blush. She pat her cheeks to drive it away. “Well, I guess I’ll see you next week.”

He nodded, not trusting himself to say anything. Yeah, definitely not partnering up with her again, Diego decided. But perhaps, she might be open to a drink. He hesitated and paid for that mistake when he realized escort bayan that she had already gone to the ladies’ locker room. Sighing, he went to get his bag and start his weekend.

Come Monday morning, he found that the office in a buzz. “What’s up?” he asked, sipping his coffee at the pantry. No point in doing his anxiety management routine when there was obviously something happening in the office.

“The new head of marketing just reported for work today,” one of his colleagues explained. “It’s expected. They started moving in their items over the weekend.”

Diego nodded. “So what do we know about them?”

“Nothing much. It’s all pretty hush-hush but she’s gaijin, I think.”

That would explain the foliage. Diego nodded again and finished his coffee. He heard the general manager call them in for the morning briefing. He nearly choked when he saw Naomi standing next to the CEO who had joined them today. His mind blanked into a panic.

She had to have seen him.

But if she did, she didn’t show it. Naomi Asawa was the new head of Marketing. She was a graduate of some prestigious university or something with enough experience to fill up a folder. Diego wasn’t registering anything. He just wanted to get out of there.

“… and this is Diego Santos,” he heard someone introduce him. “All of them are from the Manila office, where we’re launching the new flagship store next year.”

“How long will they be here?” she asked casually.

“Just a few months. We’re already halfway through their term. They’re a very promising team.”

Her gaze floated all over them until it settled on Diego, who bowed slightly as decorum required. Her eyes crinkled up in mild enthusiasm, hiding the flicker of recognition. “I hope your time in Tokyo would be fruitful,” she said professionally, a calculated warmth that was just enough to frame her as approachable but still with authority. “Please feel free to come by the office if you need anything.”

Diego nodded mutely and excused himself to go to the bathroom. Locking the stall, he paced the tiny cubicle before he sat down and bit his palm to calm himself. No. No. He could do this. He could be professional. He wasn’t going to lose his head over this. No woman was worth losing his job. He took out his phone and checked the class schedule. He paused. It was best to just change studios. That was it. Keep the interaction with Naomi to the bare minimum.

‘Tighter, please.’

Diego sighed and looked at his crotch. His cock was twitching at the memory of her voice. He had never felt this sort of attraction before. Sure, there were pretty women at the office but never one like this. Naomi was charismatic. Even looking at her made him feel drunk. He glanced at the time. He had a good ten minutes. If he really worked it, he could probably crank out an orgasm to take the edge off. It was the lesser of two evils, if the other evil was fucking the living daylights out of Naomi Asawa.

He imagined shoving her to her knees and his cock, down her throat. He wanted to fuck that mouth till her eyes rolled upwards to the back of her head. He wanted to pull her hair free from that neat bun she favored wearing. Diego wanted her gagging and screaming for release. He wanted to tie her up with own clothes and eat her out before fucking her so viciously, everyone in the office would know. He gripped his cock hard imagining pumping her full of his cum, stifling his gasp as he came into the toilet. Shit.

Daily ten-minute masturbatory sessions were not going to cut it. For the next month and a half, he carefully kept out of her way. It was difficult. Naomi was a powerhouse. There were rumors, of course, that she was seeing someone from upper upper-management but Diego had never seen her with anybody for an inordinate amount of time. He had no idea if she still attended the kinbaku class. He had switched studios as planned.

As his time came to an end, he found himself staying longer at the office. Tons of paperwork, he was told and since he and the others were leaving, they may as well be milked for all they were worth. Diego found himself alone at the office, yawning with only his desk light and laptop for company. Behind him, the lights of the metropolis stretched out like stars across the galaxy. He was going to miss Tokyo, he thought but it would be good to return to Manila.

The soft beep of the access card pricked his ears. He got up halfway, thinking it was probably Osaka forgetting something. The man had a tendency to make last-minute office runs. He froze when he saw who it was. “Naomi?” he breathed. “I mean… Ms. Asawa! Hi. Hello.” He got up properly as they finally had the chance to acknowledge each other without outing anything.

She dressed in the requisite formal suit Japanese corporate culture preferred but that non-standard dark yellow silk blouse glowed against her skin in the dim light. “Mr. Santos,” she smiled slightly. “I didn’t think anyone stayed this escort beşiktaş late. You, particularly.” She changed directions and made a beeline for his table. “How have you been? We haven’t had a chance to catch up since that class.”

Diego cleared his throat. “Yes, well…. You know I’ve been busy.”

“Mmm,” she nodded. “Too busy to attend classes as well?”

He nodded. She was so close. He could smell the rose perfume and just under that, perhaps a hint of sweat. His cock twitched from under his pants. Subtly, he picked up a folder and tapped it against his palm before he placed it strategically in front of him. “Got to tie up some loose ends before I leave.”

“Pity,” she nodded in subtle amusement at his Freudian slip. “Well, since we’re both going to stay in the office for the next…” she glanced at her watch. “Hour?”

“Probably.” Oh, God.

“Maybe we can grab a drink after.”

“.. sure.”

She smiled in amusement at the folder. “I was told you were really good at what you do,” she said. “And from my personal experience, you definitely know how to handle a person, given the right directions.” Naomi’s eyes trailed upwards from the folder to his mouth and then his eyes. “Strike while the iron is hot, Mr. Santos. You’ve had a month and I’m tired of waiting.”

He exhaled as she met his gaze and backed away, chuckling as she turned to get to her office. Diego looked around him. Holy Mother of God. Calculating his chances, he tidied his table and then got himself to her door. “I was trying to be professional, Naomi,” he said from the hallway.

“Oh it’s ‘Naomi’ now, is it?” she told him, looking up from her reports. A pair of tortoiseshell glasses framing those expressive eyes.

Damn those glasses. She had her jacket off and he realised that her silken blouse was one of those with a pussy-bow at the neck. He recognised that knot as he walked into her office, shutting and locking the door for good measure. Behind her was that wall full of greenery and lush orchids that did well indoors. Each stem was carefully tied to a hidden grid that helped the flower buds to bloom without their stems bending or breaking under the weight of their petals. The wall was a calculated backdrop, an Instagram-worthy prop serving to emphasize her charisma. For a hot second, he wondered about how it was like to fuck her against those plants.

“This is an opportunity that doesn’t come along very often,” Diego explained, his eyes narrowing as he folded his arms. “A stint at the head office? Would you throw it away for a quick… hook-up?”

Naomi shook her head. “No. Your self-control was amazing, actually,” she pulled the glasses from her face and leaned back in her chair. “Maybe I was imagining it but I always felt you were looking at me.”

He shook his head. “Nope. You were right on that.”

“I wanted to say hello but you were always missing afterward.”

“I needed some time to myself in the washroom,”

Her smile softened into one of amusement. Her posture softened as she got up from her chair. “Tell me what to do,” she said gently as she stood opposite him.

‘Tighter, please.’

“Shut the blinds to the window, Naomi,” he told her, his jaw tightened as he watched her do so without questioning him. The sounds and sights of the office outside were blocked out almost immediately. She came back to her original position. “Take off your blouse,” he gambled, keeping the steel in his voice. The idea that she could fire him just made the situation that much hotter.

He watched as she bit her lip and undo the knot at her throat. He smirked when he saw it was a separate piece. “Give that to me.” He wound the silk ribbon over the knuckles of one hand and observed her undressing. She had a lovely body just as he remembered. “What do you want from me, Naomi?” he asked, circling her as fingers caressed her bare shoulders. “Do you want me to decide everything for the next hour?” he echoed some of her first words to him.

“Yes. I put myself in your hands for the next hour.”

“I can do anything? Think carefully.”

She hesitated and then nodded. “Yes. Nothing in the next hour will matter tomorrow morning.”

“I have your word?”

“Yes, Diego.”

He stepped behind her and undid her bra, pushing the straps off her body. The peach-colored lace fell in a heap at her feet. He kissed her neck, hands running along her sides and arms before they touched her breasts. Her flesh was supple and her breasts were just big enough to play with. Her sighs, deliciously soft, spurred him on. Her skin seemed to melt like butter over his hot tongue. So silken and smooth, it made his cock so hard. It was practically raging in his pants, needing her mouth.

Diego bounds her wrists behind her back with her own silk tie, just as he had learned. This was silk and not jute rope so he had to be careful. Too bad there was no time to do anything kinkier than this at the moment. Satisfied with his handiwork, he grabbed Naomi by the neck and kissed her deeply. He felt her nipples harden against the fabric of his shirt as he kissed his way down to her chest. Sucking on one nipple as he played with the other, he saw how she bent her body towards him, aching for more. “Kneel.”

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Tish sucks the mixture of my cum and hers off her finger. We kiss more, the taste of our sex juice adding to the experience. She pushes me on my back and begins to kiss and rub my chest and stomach. I groan and growl as she licks and bites my nipples. I hadn’t had a woman explore in a while and it felt wonderful. My cock is hard again as she works her way down to it. She inhales it. She begins sucking and licking it. She had told me she loved giving oral. I was not disappointed in the least. She went slow and took her time at first. Every now and then she’d stop and lick me slowly from my top of my ball sack all the way to the tip of my cock. I’d never had a woman do that before. The sensation was incredible. I’m in my mid 40’s and can stay up pretty good (especially with the help from the pill I took) but I usually can’t cum again so quickly. I did on this night. The sensations of her lips and that little trick with her tongue did it.

“Oh FUCK, Tish, I’m gonna cum baby!!” I hissed as she kept working it. She neither sped up nor slowed down. She just stayed the course. It almost hurt when I came. She drank every drop I had to offer. All I could do was lay there. I was spent.

“What did you DO to topkapı eskort me, girl?” I asked, out of breath and almost in a coma.

“I told you I was good. Believe me now?” was her smartassed response.

“Uhh, yeah, I believe you. I don’t think I’ve cum twice like that in years. Damn…”

Tish lay down beside and we kissed. I savored her mouth and the taste of my own cum. It was so good…so naughty…so erotic. I’m not sure how long I was out but somewhere in there I drifted off to sleep for a short while. I awoke to find her hot mouth on my cock again. She had me hard and wet. In a moment she popped me out of her mouth and climbed on top, sliding my cock inside her sopping pussy. She began riding me slowly, taking me as deep as she could, rolling her hips and grinding on me. She grabbed my ankles as she bent down low, changing the angle inside and giving me a glorious view of her asshole, too. I began to fuck back, getting as deep as possible inside her. She raised herself up and reached down and started to rub her clit. I could feel her clinch up inside, almost pushing my fully hard cock out of her pussy. I humped back at her as hard as I could and as deep as I could go.

“Oh bayan escort God…Oh my God…ahhh…oh yeah…oh God yeah…AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” she yelled, “oh my God, John, fuck!!

Then I felt it. It was warm, wet, and running everywhere. Tish had squirted. Her body movement had stopped but I kept pumping myself in and out of her pulsating, throbbing pussy. Tish slid off of my cock and lay down on her back. Without hesitation, I climbed on top her and put her legs in the air. “No I need to rest…” she tried to tell me. In an instant I was inside her to the hilt. “Just lay there and enjoy baby.” And she did. I fucked her, hard and deep with long thorough strokes. She came and came and came again. She even squirted once more. I pulled her over to the side of the bed and had her roll over and I took her from behind. I licked my thumb and rubbed it all over her tight little asshole as I fucked her pussy. Finally out of breath and soaked in my own sweat, I pulled out of her. I bent down and put a hickey on her ass cheek. This ass was mine now…at least for the time being.

Tish rolled over. The look on her face was flushed yet beautiful. She was one with the universe. I put my arms around çapa eskort her and held her tight, caressing her big, beautiful body.

“I haven’t cum like that since the last time my ex-husband fucked me before our divorce” she whispered, “thank you. I’m sorry I soaked you, and the bed.”

“Don’t thank me and do not be sorry for anything. That was one of the coolest thing I’ve ever experienced and…that was some of the best sex I’ve had, too. I’ve experienced squirting before. But the way your pussy gripped me and almost pushed me out was incredible.” I replied.

I cuddled her for a while. It wasn’t long till she drifted off. I walked away quietly and borrowed her shower to get cleaned up. Once I was dried off and came back into the bedroom, I noticed it was 10 PM. In 3 hours, we had really went at it. I slid into bed behind Tish and cuddled up against her. Her body was warm and soft like a woman should be. In the whole explosion of passion we had experienced, I hadn’t taken the time to be sweet to her. We had both been so horny, so hungry, and so eager to please each other. I began to touch her soft body sweetly and tenderly. She felt heavenly. Every little curve of her BBW body was wonderful. I kissed her shoulders and rubbed her arms and back. She woke up smiling at me. That smile and those Irish blue eyes just tear me up. She decided to go shower. I helped myself to a bottle of water then lay down in her bed. And the night isn’t over yet…

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Bill Gilbert, a 52 year old man, living from day to day on the money he received as a buy-out from his company, was getting restless. He long ago tired of day-time TV, chess games in the park, and looking after the little bungalow he inherited from his folks. He missed his wife of 20 years. She stunned him by coming out of the closet and went off to live with her lover, an older woman. He occasionally volunteered for a few events but decided he needed something more. A friend suggested he try substitute teaching. The money was not great but the challenge peaked his interest. He applied at the local board of education offices and in a few weeks was hired as a substitute teacher.

He started out with a few middle school assignments and in a few short months was transferred to the senior high school. Because the school was so overcrowded, some of the classes were held in temporary buildings, five in all, parked on the school grounds. His passion for history landed him in the senior class history group, in temporary building number 5. He gazed over the 30 or so students in his class on the first day. The regular teacher was pregnant with complications and unlikely to finish the term. With only a few days left in the school year, the seniors were understandably bored and anxious to graduate and get out. Nevertheless, Bill put a lot of effort in his work and on the day of the final exam, he felt that the students would probably do rather well.

Of all the students in the class, Emma was not the sort to attract attention. She had big brown eyes, a somewhat stocky build and short blond hair that framed a fairly common face. What did single her out from the rest of the 18 year olds, was a pair of enormous breasts. She never dressed to flaunt this but no matter what she wore, it always looked to Bill as if she had stuffed a pair of soft balls in her sweater. She always sat in the front row of chairs. It seemed to Bill that she craved his attention, always raising her hand to answer questions presented to the whole class. Her eyes never seemed to leave him as he walked back and forth, explaining the demise of the South during the Civil War. Eventually he dismissed her interest as a novelty from the regular teacher’s regime.

Friday, the last formal day of school. Bill handed out the graded exams. The bell rang and all the students bolted from the building, rushing over to the main school to their lockers and freedom. All that is, except Emma. Bill was cleaning off the huge old desk, one of many donated by some government agency. Suddenly he was aware of Emma standing right next to the desk.

“Mr. Gilbert, could I ask you a personal question?”

“Certainly, Emma. What can I help you with?”

“Mr. Gilbert, do you think my breasts are too big?”

If she had hit him on the head with a baseball bat, Bill could not have been more surprised.

“What do you mean, Emma, why would I think you breasts are too big?”

“Well, she sighed, tomorrow night is the senior prom and nobody has asked me to go. I think they think I am some sort of freak with these big blobs on my chest.”

Bill could see tears starting to well up in her eyes.

“Emma, this is the sort of question you should be asking the school nurse or your mother or somebody else. I’m just a substitute teacher, not a student counselor.”

“But Mr.Gilbert, you are a man, an older man, and I thought you would know more about these things. The boys in this class are jerks, I think. They are all going with skinny girls who are more popular than I am. “

Bill was flustered, embarrassed by the fact that he had been caught staring at her chest a number of times by just a glance from her big cow eyes, and he avoided a direct answer and finished cleaning off his desk. When he turned back to Emma, she shocked him even further. She had opened her blouse and unhooked the bra from the front. Right in front of Bill’s face were two of the most perfect tits he had ever seen.

Imagine, if you will, an Olympic almanbahis ski jump, the long slope going downward and then swooping out. Emma’s tits started out high on her chest and then swung down to a couple of large brown nipples. Underneath, they were every bit as large as two soft balls. Bill stared at the perfect pair, at a loss for words.

“See, Mr. Gilbert, they are too big aren’t they? You can touch them if you want. They are not as soft and floppy like my mother’s breasts.”

With his brain numbed by the brazenness of this display, Bill’s body acted as if on autopilot. His hands rose to touch the pink orbs. They were indeed firm yet most definitely squeezable. As he grasped the tits, Emma’s eyes closed and her breath started to come in short gasps. He gazed at the wonders in his hands and he began to massage them, tweaking the nipples, pulling on them. Emma let out a moan and grasped Bill’s head and pulled it into her chest. He pressed his face between the two tits and then turned to suck on a nipple. This set off another round of gasps from the 18 year old novice. As he continued to maul and suck, her body suddenly stiffened and she wrapped her arms around his head and fell forward. For a moment it seemed as though the chair Bill was sitting on would tip over backwards. Bill regained his balance and composure.

“Emma, we can’t be doing this. If someone should come in here, I could be in very big trouble.”

“Oh, Mr. Gilbert, I am so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. When you started fondling and sucking my breasts, I felt a strange tingle all over my body and then I felt this terrific rush all at once and I nearly passed out. I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, Emma, I’m OK but……..”

“Oh my gosh, Mr. Gilbert, my panties are soaked!”

She quickly lifted her skirt and pulled at the elastic. Right in front of Bill’s face was a patch of soft curls of pubic hair and a shiny, slippery slit.

“My thingee is all wet and slimey.!”

Trying to sound like a dispassionate clinician Bill said,

“I think you experienced an orgasm, Emma. There’s nothing wrong with that. Sometimes a woman will experience a secretion of lubrication during an orgasm.”

“Look how wet I am. Touch it Mr. Gilbert. You’ll see what I’m talking about.”

Emma raised her left leg to Bill’s chair and Bill’s lust overcame his common sense. He ran a finger over the soaked cunt. Once again Emma moaned in response to his touch. He rubbed her a few times and then pulled away.

“Emma, we’ve got to stop this before it goes too far.”

Emma pulled her panties off and tossed them on the desk. She stood there for a moment, staring at the 52 year old man. She had a twinkle in her eyes as she said,

“You know, Mr. Gilbert, you have seen my thingee but I haven’t seen yours. I can see a bulge in your pants.”

Bill was suddenly aware that his cock was ramrod stiff. He was about to protest.

“Come, Mr. Gilbert, it’s only fair that I get to see yours. I’ll bet it’s bigger than these silly boys in my class.”

Before Bill could answer, she dropped to her knees in front of him and deftly unbuckled his belt, snapped open his button and pulled down his zipper. It became immediately apparent that this girl was no novice.

“Emma, you should not be doing this! I could get arrested for this.”

She pulled at his boxers and the head of his cock peeped out.

“Oh, it is bigger than the boys’ in my class. And look, there is a little drop of something at the tip. What is that?”

“Oh,……… that’s a ………sort of male lubrication that men have when they get sexually excited,” Bill managed to stammer.

In his daze, he let the girl wrap her fingers around his cock and squeeze it lightly. She took a finger from her other hand and wiped the droplet from the tip of his cock and placed it on her tongue.

“It doesn’t taste hardly at all,” she said.

As the drops continued to seep from the tip of his cock, Bill just almanbahis giriş stared in amazement as the girl leaned over and licked them from the tip. She kept doing it until Bill could no longer stand it and he gently placed his hand on the back of her head and slowly forced his cock into her mouth. She rose up when his hand released her and then went back down with his hand. Soon she was in a regular motion, sucking him as deeply as she could. Within a few minutes Bill suddenly blasted a burst of semen into her mouth. Emma coughed and gagged for a moment but kept up the pistoning on his cock. Jet after jet squirted into her mouth and she swallowed most of it. Some escaped and drooled down the sides of Bill’s cock. Finally he could take no more and pulled her head up to his and kissed her long and hard.

“My God, Emma. I can’t believe you did that! Have you done this a lot before now?”

“No, only once but I liked doing to you. Your cock is so big and hard. I could do it all day long!”

Bill tried to regain his composure. All this has gone way too far, he thought. He pulled up his boxers and his pants.

“Emma, we can’t keep this up. Please don’t tell anyone about this.”

“Oh I won’t Mr. Gilbert. I don’t know what came over me. But now what about the prom?”

“Well, Emma, I have an idea. I’ve been asked to be one of the chaperones at the prom. I’ll just bring you along as my assistant. You’ll get to dance with some of the guys, especially when they see you in a formal dress. You can help me with the refreshment table. OK”

“Oh, Mr. Gilbert, that would be wonderful! Here’s my address. Just come by and pick me up around 7:00. I want you to meet my Mom.”

As Bill drove over to the address Emma had given him, he wondered what the reaction would be with her Mom. How often does a 52 year old man go to a high school prom with an 18 year old girl?

“I hope she doesn’t figure out what went on Friday afternoon,” he thought as he drove up to the house.

He rang the bell and a woman answered the door. She was in her forties, Bill guessed. She was what used to be called a “dish water” blond. She wore a white sweater pulled over two enormous tits. She was not wearing a bra and her nipples formed little peaks in her sweater. Her blue jeans were so tight, one would think they were applied with a paint brush. Her bubble butt swayed from side to side as she walked over to the stairway, calling for her daughter to hurry up. Bill stepped into the hall way and soon Emma came down the stairs in a blue taffeta dress that swirled around her knees. The top was a velvet bodice that strained with the weight of those magnificent tits. It did little to hide the plunging neckline. Momentarily distracted by these two gorgeous sirens, Bill thanked the mother for allowing her daughter to come along and help out. She took Bill aside for a minute and said,

“Emma has been talking about you ever since you started teaching her class. Her father left us a long time ago and you are the first male role model she has accepted. I am pleased that she has found a good person. We have both had a rough time without a good man in our lives.”

Bill was not quite sure of the motive behind this admission but he tucked it away in his mind for future reference. He promised to have Emma home by 12. As they drove through the semi-darkened streets, Bill wondered which of these two would be the better fuck, Emma’s youthful enthusiasm or her mother’s skilled experience. He shook his head in an attempt to keep his attention to the task at hand.

They arrived at the school where the gymnasium was decorated to simulate an old southern plantation house. The band had already started and Bill introduced Emma to the other chaperones. As the evening wore on, Emma did get to dance with some of boys from her class. True to form, she helped out at the refreshment table. Time and again, when she thought no one was looking, she would bend over and flash her tits at Bill. He tried almanbahis adres to divert his gaze but more often than not, he stared long and hard. Soon they discovered that they were out of ice. Bill volunteered to go to the cafeteria kitchen to get some. Emma tagged along as Bill expected. Once in the kitchen they suddenly clutched each other in a desperate kiss that nearly swooned both of them. Bills hands seem to be everywhere on Emma’s body. He pulled out one tit and sucked on it. She responded by rubbing his rock hard cock through his pants. In a wink he undid the suspenders of his tux and his boxers soon followed to the floor. He pushed Emma to her knees and quickly thrust his cock into Emma’s open maw. For a few minutes he continued to fuck her head. Then, he pulled her up by the arms, swept up her skirt exposing her crotch and laid her back on one of the stainless steel prep tables. He pulled off her panties and drove his tongue into her slit. Her cry of joy echoed off the concrete walls of the kitchen. She writhed on the table as Bill draped her legs over his shoulders. He grabbed her legs and pushed them back nearly to her chest. His tongue slathered over her cunt, teasing her clit and then dropped down to her pink rosebud. The shock to Emma was felt throughout her body and Bill poked his tongue into her ass. His saliva mixed with the secretions from her cunt which flowed down over the asshole and onto the table. Bill decided now was the time to make his move.

“Emma, I’m going to fuck your ass. It may sting a little at first but then after I get started you’ll get used to it; you will love it.”

Emma, nearly unconscious from the attack on her cunt and her clit, could only moan her approval, or so it seemed to the 52 year old man about to take her anal virginity.

He brought his throbbing cock to the slippery spot and pushed in the tip. Emma moaned a little louder. He pushed again and this time the tip of his cock entered her asshole. He waited a few moments and then began to push in and pull slightly out of the now expanded anus. Bill now grabbed the girl’s hips with strong hands and forced his cock deep into her rectum. Her cries now came faster and louder. Not caring whether anyone heard them or not, Bill began to speed up the thrusting. The prep table shook with his efforts. Perspiration stood out on his forehead. Suddenly he felt the semen boil from his cock and jet after jet flooded the violated ass hole of the 18 year old.

As his cock wilted from the effort and release, Bill backed out of the girl’s ass. A flow of liquid followed and dripped onto the table. Both of them were breathing hard and fast. Emma finally sat up on the table.

“I never knew I could do that. It was as wonderful as you said it was. Thank you, Bill. This is a night I will never forget.”

She jumped down off the table and wrapped her arms around Bill and they continued to kiss. They dressed and cleaned up and returned to the prom with two bags of ice. As he drove Emma back home, the two were strangely silent. Emma reached over and placed her hand on Bill’s cock once more. Bill was surprised to feel it rise again. He slowed down and turned into the entrance of a park. He turned off the car as Emma pulled the zipper on his pants. She leaned over and fished the semi-tumescent cock out his boxers. She lowered her head and once more began to suck on a 52 year old cock. It hardened under her sucking and soon she was bobbing up and down. Bill pushed his seat back and stretched out as far as he could. Emma kept up the work on his cock, her hand now squirmed inside his boxers to his balls. She gently rolled them in her hands. With a loud moan, Bill came once more in this teenager’s eager mouth. This time she swallowed it all. She looked up at Bill with her big brown eyes.

“Bill, can I see you again this summer? I want to do everything. I want to do everything with you. I want you to be my teacher, my lover and my counselor.”

Bill’s mind began to imagine just what else they could do. They had the whole summer before them until she went off to college. And then there would be the mother. The image of her mother’s huge tits and magnificent ass flooded his imagination. He smiled as he backed out of the park and drove into the night.

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