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You’ve been working too hard, as evidenced by how often you lean back in an attempt to alleviate the stiffness from your back and shoulders. I glance at the clock, noting it’s late. The soft clicking of keystrokes creates a staccato, but pleasant, pattern of sound. I watch you hunched over the glow of your laptop, your fingers absentmindedly working the knots in your neck. I set my phone down on the bed, abandoning the ridiculous, steamy romance novel I’ve been reading.

“Baby” I coax gently, patting the sheets next to me. “That’s enough. Call it a night, yeah?”

Silence. I receive nothing but more keystrokes.

“Come lay down and let me rub your back. I’ll make it worthwhile.”

You still don’t answer, but I see you enter a few final numbers, and sit back. Presumably content with your data, the file you’ve been working on is saved and closed. You get up from the desk languidly, giving me ample opportunity to admire your shirtless chest as you reach an arm up to your cramped neck and arch back in a much needed stretch. The movement causes your loose cotton pants to slide lower on your hips and I can see you have nothing on underneath. I grin. You drop your arm and simultaneously raise your eyebrows at me as you prowl toward the bed.

“Strip” I command with a little laugh, winking at you as you lean over me, my hands pressed against your bare chest. I arch up into you, stretching to meet your lips for a kiss. You hook an arm beneath my knees and quickly tug, pulling me flat and making me squeal with surprise. You fling a leg over me, assertive, your knees pressing into the mattress on either side of my thighs as you lean down. My hands move up to curl around your biceps, your weight resting on your forearms, effectively caging me.

“Hey sexy” I smirk, nipping at your bottom lip. You turn your face to place your mouth at my throat. I feel and hear you whisper “naughty girl” as your lips make their way up the side of my neck. I squirm beneath you and the gentle hmmmmm you emit while biting on my earlobe has me pushing my swollen, attention-starved breasts into your chest. I run my nails sharply down your back, digging finger pads into hard muscle, trying to pull you to me for more friction.

“You’re a bossy little thing, cutie” you tell me, leaning down and biting my nipple through the thin shirt I’m wearing. You suck the tender point into your mouth and massage it with your tongue, making me sigh. Despite your exhaustion, it’s clear you’re wound up & ready to play. Your left hand is quickly under my shirt and after a few rough squeezes of my aching flesh, the hard peak of my nipple is being rolled between your thumb and finger.

I groan as you pinch and pull, my hands sliding down your body and making their way into the waistband of your pants, pushing them slowly down off your hips. My own hips raise up, pushing against you. I apply pressure to my hand at your shoulder, my mouth coming to your ear. “Roll over. Let me make you feel good,” I say softly, pushing you onto your back.

I scramble to my knees, wearing nothing but your oversized, white V-neck undershirt, well worn & threadbare, reaching just to the tops of my thighs & slipping off my shoulder. You reach up a hand to lazily trace a finger around an erect nipple, visibly straining against the thin fabric, wet from where your mouth was teasing me. I smile down & shake my head no, as I push your hand aside. You raise your brows at being told no, but remain silent. I ignore your look, and tap you twice on your hip, saying “up.” You relent, lifting your pelvis off the bed so I can finally rid you of your pants.

Your semi-hard cock lays thick against your abdomen and you lay back, one hand tucked under the back of your head, relaxed, waiting. I bite my lip and lean down watching your face as I pause an inch from your cock. I know you can feel my warm breath on it and I like how your nostrils flare out in anticipation.

My tongue darts out and flicks your cock head, just barely. You inhale sharply. I gently pick you up and wrap my tongue around your head, licking up the male flavor of you. I love how you taste and wipe the head of your cock with your freshly leaking precum across my wet lips, licking them clean. Your eyelids lower but your eyes continue to follow my every move as I suck you into my mouth, swirling my tongue around you. Your breath catches once, twice, and as you reach for me I raise my head off you and lean back.

“Not yet, mister” I admonish. “Roll over… your back need to de-stress first.” I lean forward over you, planting a kiss on your smirking lips. You shake your head at me as I reach for the nightstand drawer that holds the massage oil. “Such a damn tease,” you proclaim, gently slapping then rubbing my bare, right asscheek. As I kiss you again, another sharp swat lands on my ass, making my pussy throb. “Roll, pupsi!” I tell you with a breathless laugh, as I reach down and squeeze your shaft. With a little hum, you twist your hips underneath Pendik escort me as you shift to lie face down.

You shove the pillow out of your way and lay with your arms circled by your head, your face turned to my left side of the bed. You’re blissfully unaware as I extract both the massage oil and your remote prostate massager from the drawer in your nightstand, quickly tucking the toy into the folds of the sheet, alongside my iPhone.

My shirt has now raised up to my hips as I sit astride your lower back, my bare ass resting on the top of your ass, the position forcing my thighs open. The soft breeze from the fan blows across my bare pussy, reconfirming how wet I already am for you. I ignore the ache, because I want tonight to be about your pleasure. As I settle in and drizzle the oil down your spine, you let out a contented sigh and I feel your legs stretch out behind us then relax.

My palms spread the slippery liquid across your broad back, pressing into your muscles with help from my upper body weight. The pressure is pulling deep moans and sighs from you as I work your tired shoulders. My thumbs start maneuvering into the knots at the base of your neck, digging into the built up stress along your spine. As my skilled hands continue their assault of your impressive knots, I roll my hips gently, in time with each mild thrust into your tired muscles. I’m grinding softly against you because any bit of pressure lessens my aching and because I simply can’t help myself.

I hear you faintly muttering and groaning, but I’m unable to make out what you’re saying. You’ve slipped into your native German, something you frequently do when I’m making you feel good & you’re relaxed. I smile to myself as your pelvis lifts off the bed slightly, your arm reaching under your body, adjusting your stiffening erection. I love knowing you’re hard… it makes me so wet and horny for you. I’d do almost anything for your stiff cock right now, but I push that thought aside and focus on you.

My fingers work their way down your back, pressing into the hard flesh alongside your lower spine. Another unintelligible groan escapes your lips, and I kiss your back as I reach for more oil, generously drizzling it across your waist.

After loosening the corded muscles of your upper and mid back, I raise slightly off you, pushing my right knee between your thighs. Your legs involuntarily spread to accommodate my knee between them. I shift my weight to my arms, bringing my left knee alongside the right, forcing your legs further apart so I’m kneeling behind your ass. This is a position you have me in often — “Nimm mich von hinten” was the first phrase you taught me — and I love how vulnerable it makes me feel when you take me like that. I wonder what you’re feeling and thinking now, as I spread my knees further apart, curling my hands over your muscled thighs. I pull you slightly back & onto my lap, your hard thighs pressed into mine.

I take a moment to admire the view of you spread out before me. I lean over you, reaching for the pillow. “Lift up for me, babe?” I ask, running my fingers up your ribs. I push the pillow under your hips, your right arm snaking down to help pull it into place. “Mmmmmmm, you’re so sexy” I murmur before leaning down, my slippery hands sliding from your waist to your lower back. I dip my head and bite your ass cheek, gently, but hard enough that your hips jerk and a soft “fuck” tumbles from your mouth. I repeat the same bite on your other cheek, then rub the sting away, sliding my hands up and down your ass and lower back. Even spread out before me, you don’t appear vulnerable. You look like 100% strong, powerful male and waves of virility radiate from you. You’re sexy as hell, and I bite my lip as my nipples bead even tighter.

I rock back onto my heels, my arms sliding back toward me, my hands gliding from your mid-back to your waist, but not stopping. As my hands round the top of your ass, my thumbs dip into the knots at the top of your glutes, pressing in firmly. You moan loudly and I see your hips roll, grinding into the pillow, as my hands creep further down, digging into the flesh of your sexy butt. “I want to bite your sexy ass, harder than before” I tell you. I refrain, instead placing a chaste kiss where I can still see the pink marks from my teeth.

I pause to whisk my shirt off, no point in getting it covered in oil is my excuse, and quickly resume massaging the lowest part of your back and your ass. I lean forward, rubbing my tits into your oiled cheeks, grinding my nipples into your succulent ass but unable to find relief due to the lack of friction. Frustrated, I lean back, my breathing uneven. I drizzle more oil onto your gorgeous butt, rubbing it in and rocking my hips. “You’re so sexy… I want you to feel so good, babe” I tell you before I slide my fingers slowly and purposefully through the cleft in your ass, pausing at your anus, pressing against your perineum on my way to cup your swollen, Kurtköy Escort full balls.

Your hips continue their mild assault of the pillow — lucky pillow! — as I gently massage and pull on your balls, pressing into the sensitive spot above them. Your breathing is now uneven, with fragments of moans and mumbled curses breaking the quiet night. “I should have put music on,” I tell you, “but I like hearing your sexy sounds & dirty mouth.” My chest has become flushed with how turned on I am. Just seeing you aroused and thinking about your hard dick has me dripping. Still massaging your sack, my left hand gathers the oil pooling on your lower back. Feeling brave, my fingers slowly spread it between your cheeks, rubbing it softly into your puckered anus as you twitch and jump. I squeeze my eyes shut, overwhelmed at how fucking hot you are right now.

“Mmmmmm my big sexy man” I pant out, pushing gently against your tender hole. “I’m so fucking wet for you, babe” I tell you, as I apply more pressure, pushing my finger inside you slowly, just to the first knuckle before withdrawing it. “You turn me on so much,” I continue, as my finger slides in you again, further this time, making you shift and groan, your hips doing wicked things. I tell you how fucking hot you are and hear a long, low moan as I switch to my middle finger and slide it all the way in. My right hand moves up to grip your ass cheek, rubbing deep and hard. We’re both breathing fast as my finger saws gently in and out of you. I close my eyes, wishing it was you torturing me with your fingers in my ass, making me cry your name and sob and beg you to…

I snap out of my haze, watching your hips and ass rhythmically clench and roll with fascination, your balls being ground against the mattress. I’m getting more and more turned on at just how sexy and pure male you are. My own arousal makes me want to sink my fingers in my pussy, but I remind myself again: this is about you.

I take a deep breath and coat my right hand with more oil, rubbing it all over your toy I’ve fetched from the sheets. Satisfied the toy is lubed up, I set it on my thigh and withdraw my finger from your ass. I drip more oil onto my hand before pushing against your clenching hole, using two fingers this time. The sheets are going to be a mess but I’m too turned on to care and the noises you’re making aren’t in German or English so I doubt you care, either.

Hearing your vocalizations, I want you to make you cum so hard. Between being crazy with desire to give you the pleasure you need and my own selfish urges, my confession slips out before I can stop myself. “Babe, I need your hard cock” I pant out.

“I need you so bad” I continue, leaning into you, your body groaning and pushing against my invading digits. Your ass gives way to my slippery fingers and your hips jerk as more indecipherable language spills out of you. I hold my hand still, letting you adjust to the added stretch a second finger brings, listening to our combined hard breathing.

I tell you softly, “You make me feel so sexy, baby… I want to make you feel good and then I need you to fuck me.” I start moving my hand, my two fingers sliding deep inside you, my right hand grazing up my body to squeeze my breast and sharply pinch and pull my nipple. A wild groan shudders through me. You say something but all I can make out is “fuck”. I curl my fingers, find your prostate and apply pressure. Your ass is pushing back onto my hand as you groan and demand me to go harder. “Ha! He does speak English!” I think, before realizing it’s “härter” you’re chanting. After a few strokes, I extract my fingers and grip both globes of your ass. “I need you so bad, babe” I tell you. “I need you to fuck me hard tonight… but not yet.”

I reach for my iPhone & your Edge vibrator, quickly opening the app and turning the toy on.

You cry out “oh fuck” when you feel the oiled head vibrating against the excited nerve endings of your asshole, but I don’t relent on the pressure. The bulbous head slowly forces you open and slips inside, to a sexy chorus of German and cursing and groaning. It’s so arousing, watching and hearing your pleasure, as your back arches and contorts.

I can tell the toy is seated properly when I start a deeper vibration pattern and your pelvis twitches violently and raises off the bed. I reach forward, pushing the Edge deeper in you a few times, then sliding my slippery hand down. Your balls feel enormous and heavy, and my wet slit spasms at the thought of you coming hard inside me. Between the toy humming against your prostate and my fingers rolling your ballsack, you’ve raised up to your knees, left hand on your thigh with your right hand heavy on the mattress. “Fuuuuuuck” you howl, to no one in particular, snapping your head up. The energy in the room has suddenly shifted and as I reach under you to stroke your throbbing cock, I’m amazed to see how swollen and dark it is, the vein thick and pulsing.

“Oh babe” Maltepe Escort I gasp, squeezing you. Without warning, your left arm reaches back, snaring me. You yank me forward, grunting out “come here!” as your fingers curl into my upper arm. I lose my balance and land face-down alongside you. Before I can push myself up, you’ve slid behind me, your strong thighs shoving my legs apart, an arm under my hips pulling me up into my knees. Your right hand slides once between my legs, feeling the flood of my wetness, then lands hard on my ass, leaving a pink imprint. “Little tease, you like that?” you ask, hungrily. Your voice is not exactly cross, but steeped in frustration.

I moan out, still unsure of how I lost control of our playtime, raising my head. Your left hand fists into my long hair, pulling my head back as the fingers of your right hand dig into my hip before raining a series of sharp slaps on my ass. “Tell me you love this” you demand, your voice deep and rough. I can only wimper, so you spank me again. “Your pussy is soaked, baby. Tell me. Tell me you want it hard, cutie” you command, the fingers of your right hand flexing into my hip.

“I want it hard” I whisper.

With one thrust, you’re buried in my pussy and I cry out, your name tumbling from my lips, lost in a sea of keening. Despite how wet I am, my channel is swollen from arousal and I’m never quite prepared for your size. The hand fisted in my hair is gone, and I drop my head. I want to tell you how good you feel you inside me, stretching me, plundering, but I can only moan. Before I can take a breath in, you pull out, leaving me empty and aching. I whine, futility thrusting my hips back, humping into thin air. You jerk my body back swiftly, impaling me on your hard shaft as you grit out “who does this pussy belong to?”

With you lodged so deep inside me, I can feel the slight vibrations of the Edge buried in your ass. I smile to myself, knowing you’re close to your breaking point and barely in control. I don’t answer you, too wrapped up in absorbing the surges of pleasure cascading through my body. You come to a halt inside me, panting. I feel sweat dripping on my back and I circle my hips, grinding your cock against my g-spot, seeking my release. One hard slap lands on my ass and I arch my back hard. Your right arm crosses under my breasts and you pull my body up against your chest, thrusting your hips to settle yourself even deeper in my pussy. The fingers of your left hand dig into my chin, as your turn my head with thinly restrained force. Your low voice is barely audible in my ear: “So sehe ich Dich gerne”… you pause and continue, “but I want to know whose sweet pussy this is.”

“It’s yours” I stammer, as your right hand pulls on a nipple, forcing me to twitch and thrust down on your cock. Satisfied with my answer, you start a rhythm of deep, measured strokes, holding me to your chest, alternating between pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit. When my squirming becomes too much, you lower me back onto my forearms, your hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me into the mattress. I love how alpha you are and how hot you make me, but right now I want you to lose control as badly as I am. I feel the pressure building inside me and pull my phone under my body, quickly setting your Edge to a hard, throbbing pulse. You hammer into me, the sloppy sounds of my wet pussy being fucked and whatever filthy, sexy things you’re telling me in German are filling the air, as you smack my ass and pull my hair. I can feel the freight train approaching. My hand moves between my legs, furiously rubbing my clit as I start to babble and beg you, please please please.

“Cum for me!” you roar, slamming me back onto your thick cock, both hands leaving their iron grip on my hips to land hard on my already pink ass cheeks. “CUM!” you command and I shatter, spasming around your cock and crying out as my orgasm tears through me. You drive hard into me, my pussy continuing to clench down on your thick shaft. Your dick feels even bigger than before as the tissues in my pulsing pussy start to swell.

I barely have the stars cleared from my vision before you push deep inside me, pulling my hips back hard, plunging even deeper than I thought possible. I feel your entire body tense as you roar a guttural, anguished growl, thrusting with every drawn-out contraction of your orgasm. It seems like you cum forever, your breathing harsh and ragged. I blindly reach for the phone to kill your Edge vibrations as your hips stop pumping, both of us left sweaty, lungs burning and heaving.

After a minute, you slip out of me but remain kneeling behind me, my ass still in the air. I look back to find you catching your breath and smiling arrogantly, watching your cum leak out of my pussy. You spank my pink ass one last time, once on each cheek. My hips jerk at the sting, pushing even more cum out and causing it to run down my inner thigh. You move your hand between my legs, roughly rubbing your cum all over my pussy before leaning over my back and growling “mine” into my ear. You shove two fingers deep into my pussy, thrusting against my engorged g-spot, drawing a shaky moan from my throat. You pull your fingers out and wipe them on my lips, kissing my temple.

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*Did you read the first part to this? I’d recommend that first, but you don’t need to do that. Personally I like this part better, it’s almost a stand-alone sequel. Thanks for reading.*

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“OK, Bruce I want to believe you, but I just can’t.” said Dan while eating his food, sitting across the table. “You expect me and George to believe that Candice texted you in the middle of the night, asked you to pick her up, you brought her home, she slept in your bed, then you two fucked the next morning?”

George calmly glances up at Dan from his left then says, “I believe him.”

“George, why do you believe him?” Dan puts his food down and looks at George with an annoyed look. “How the fuck is this more believable than that time I told you guys about that thing that happened to me on my walk home last week?” Dan had been talking about some hooker he met last week, supposedly she offered him sex or something then she grabbed his dick.

He didn’t focus too much on the details, just on the girl that gave him the best dick grab he ever got sine that one time at the doctor’s office for a physical. Another important bit was that he never said she was a hooker, but from the grimy details and location, it wasn’t too big of a jump in logic.

George looks up at Dan then quickly looks away awkwardly. “It’s not that we didn’t believe you, it’s just we sort of don’t give a fuck.” I stated calmly as I took a drink from my juice pouch. George suddenly laughed for a second, still glaring off into space, still not looking at either of the two sharing a table with him.

“Ok, well at least my story happened! You were probably fucking Ms. Grant all weekend. ” Said Dan as he went back to chewing with a bitter look on his face.

“Oh no sadly Ms. Grant had to play with her own dick this weekend, I was too busy with candy. Here check this out.” I said putting down my juice as I pulled my pocket out of my phone. Dan and George stared at me while I swiped several times at my phone “Look here.” I said holding up my phone to show them Candice’s contact info.

“Bruce, her phone number? This doesn’t prove shit, nor does it proof her punching your v-card. Here just give me your phone.” Dan began to try and reach for my phone. I pulled back laughing tell him no; George started giggling, while watching me try to fend off Dan from reaching over the table.

“Bruce come on just let me! I just want to see if that is even really her number! Wait!! Do you have English tomorrow?” Dan said as he stopped trying for my phone, while giving me a serious look.

“English? Yeah but what the fuck does that have to do with anything?” I made a puzzled face as I said this.

“Fuck. Chemistry! I meant chemistry. That’s the class you have Candy with right? You sit next to her don’t you?” Questioned Dan, as he begins to chuckle with a large grin.

“I do”, I said as I put my phone back into my pocket.

“Bruce. Get her to fuck you in class.” Dan drops the antics, and has a serious face as he says this to me “It doesn’t even have to be full on vaginal intercourse! Just see if she’ll give you that H.J. when Sare isn’t looking”. I sigh heavily, George laughs again.

“I am not gonna try to get a handjob during chemistry class, I would get so fuckin’ expelled.” Dan and George laugh at how annoyed I sound.

“No, Bruce just do it, and you have to snap a pic hella fast.” They’re both laughing now almost hysterically. I made no remark. I took a sip from my drink, and tried to ignore them

“Nah, nah. George has done so much weird shit with his girlfriend. Remember the piss story?! You have to do this!” Dan said gasping for air from laughter.

“That was so fucking gross. I don’t know why she even agreed to that. Fuck that, I am not trying to get Candy to give me a handy at school”. I sigh again heavily and turn around.

I see Ms. Mann, our school’s principal, walking towards us. “Shut your monkey ass up, Ms. Mann is walking towards us.” I said under my breath. They both begin to try and hide their laughter.

Ms. Mann approaches us and stands on my right “Dan, so I heard you missed detention yesterday. You know if you don’t go today I have to suspend you right?” said Ms. Mann in a condescending tone.

Although I couldn’t actually tell if she meant to sound condescending, it was sort of just how she always sounded.

Dan looks up to her and says this overly long story about why he didn’t go. I’m not even sure if he is telling the truth, a lot of people don’t like Dan. They think he’s crude, loud, and just plain gross at times.

In a way I appreciated that about him, it just meant less people wanted to be around with us. I’m not too much of a talker sometimes, so I like the small group I’m in.

I looked around, trying to see if i could see Candice in the distance, her beautiful long hair and tiny frame. All I see is a bright orange sign in front of the school, through the cafeteria window. The shade of orange made me think of how Candice’s skin looked compared to how her skin looked against her tan Bostancı Escort lines. I had never even noticed how tan she was until I saw the tan lines.

The tan lines themselves got me hard as steel, they turned me on, such unseen private areas. They went from a beautiful tanned tone to a pale, soft, and white pigment of skin within a few millimeters of skin. That’s all it was. Skin untouched by the grace of the damaging sun, and the sight of the tan lines made me want to fuck her uncontrollably.

I’m so distracted. I can barely hear Ms. Mann telling Dan he isn’t going to be shit. I had been like this ever since I was with Candice yesterday. She was the station every train of thought I had led to. Every step I took was another chance to see her. We talked for hours the other day, but I want to know more about her.

I want to be with her, put my arm around her, and listen to that voice tell me something I don’t know. Thankfully she did tell me a lot about herself. A fuck ton of small details, she likes watching horror, listening to reggae, her favorite color is red, she hates chemistry. Also she’s got a sister that graduated two years ago.

She showed me photos of her sister. Crazy hot, but she didn’t seem anything like Candice. As she told me more about herself, I was surprised, I didn’t take her for the type of girl she really was. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, I did carry her home after barely meeting her.

Then spent the next morning inside of her after she told me about how she was into some other guy for months. She’s as destructive as she is beautiful. But that’s something I wasn’t ready to admit to myself. When I saw her, all I saw was her wide smile and her smooth tanned skin. Her beauty rendered my mind helpless.

I’m not sure really I cared. Isn’t that the whole point of everything anyway? For some beautiful human being to get close to you, and make you realize the never ending black void that is existence, actually has some sort of purpose?

That when you look at something; nothing else matter the slightest bit, because you have that one thing everybody wants: Love, and crazy hot sex.

School went by slow, every time I turned my head I still wished that Candice was there waiting for me. I didn’t see her, but not for lack of trying. Then before I knew it, it was five o’clock, and I was standing in front a pot of steaming hot rice. I stared into the pot as the rice rose to the top.

A foamy white substance erupted from the rice then gravitated around the center. This was my cue to lower the heat of the stove. Dad’s not home yet.

So as usual, It’s just me at home. As the starchy smell of the rice consumes the air around me. I begin to feel something, is this what it feels like to miss someone?

I felt my phone vibrate, it was a text from Candice “Hey Brucey.” then another text full of emojis followed immediately afterwards. Finally, I wish I wasn’t so nervous, and just texted her.

I was getting nervous that maybe she didn’t care. I mean she fucked me, because I did what exactly? After she woke up we talked for a while then she fucked me. Why didn’t I realize, what if she actually had texted Brenda?

Or what if she texted some other guy she had in her phone’s contact list? Would she fuck them too, and given them her phone number? What if she didn’t text anybody?

Fuck what am I doing? Why does she have to be so damn hot? What the fuck is she even doing with me? These are the thoughts that evaporated into the recesses of my mind, while I spent the rest of the night texting Candice. I even fell asleep texting her.

“Hey I kinda wanna try it” said Candice as she whispered leaning into me, the morning after we spent all night sexting.

“Try what?” as I tried not to look away from Ms. Sare as she read the slideshow out-loud with her back turned to us.

“You know what.” She whispered poking my left thigh.

“Fuck, Candy. I really don’t think that’s a good idea. Dan’s a complete idiot.” I said trying to remain calm and talk quietly. Candice scoots her chair in much closer to me, so her thigh is pressed up against my left leg.

“Shush just be quiet. Just let me know when. I’ll pretend to pick something up, so I can get down and swallow to prevent a mess.” Candice seductively whispers into my ear. Blood began to vigorously course through my veins.

“Hey don’t start without me.” she said moving her hands over my pants, feeling the length of me, obviously erect through my pants. I look at my left to see Candice looking down at my pants.

She unbuttons my pants and begins to fiddle with my zipper, “Damn, hey think you could help me. Why the fuck’s your zipper so hard to pull?” The way her voice sounded when she said that, it made me want to fuck her right there.

Fuck class, I want to just grab Candice slam her ass on my lap, and see how deep I can get in her while I cum. “Shit. Candy, I really want you to do that right now. But I’m really really scared of getting caught.” I whispered back.

It’s funny I said Erenköy Escort that, and I meant too, but I didn’t actually mean it. My heart raced watching her try to discretely whip out my dick. She was wearing a v-neck shirt, and my eyes are beginning to strain between looking at her big soft pale tits, the zipper, and Ms. Sare.

“If you don’t want to help me that is fine. Just watch Sare, I’m about to make this your favorite class.” whispered Candice as she finally worked down the zipper. I quickly look up to see no one notices us. Fuck I am so hard. My cock sprang out of my pants when she unzipped me.

She worked my cock through the slot in my boxers. Her hands felt so soft and warm, as she started to tug on my hard cock. I quickly look up to make sure again no one notices us. I look back down, to see she’s worked precum all over my cock, and it’s starting to make noise as she jerks my cock.

“Careful with the noise Candice.” I whispered referring to the sound of her tiny hand wrapped around my cock, milking cum from me.

“Shut up and cum.” She looked up from my cock for a second as she said this. She had a hungry look on her face, I got a whiff of her hair as she looked up. Not to mention the view of those giant tits, but she quickly went back to work on my dick.

The way she works the upper half of my cock, and gets a harder grip around the bottom of it, this woman is an artist. I can feel an orgasm building. “Candy, in like ten seconds,” I whispered maybe a little too loudly to her.

“Already? You sure liked this didn’t you Brucey?” Whispered Candice as she looked around quickly then sank under the desk. I start to moan a little, while trying not to. She quickly positioned herself between my legs and took me into her mouth.

She left the tip in, while she worked the length of my cock with her hands. Thank fuck we are in the back corner of a large class. I can hear the slight sound of her moaning with my dick in her mouth, I think a couple people heard but didn’t care.

I feel cum quickly draining out of my hard cock and filling her mouth. I can feel her start to suck harder, so she can swallow faster. She pulls off her mouth and tugs on my cock a couple more times. I could feel her trying to work out a couple more drops.

She then puts her tongue under my cock with an open mouth, trying to get more with a mouth already filled with my warm cum. She kisses the tip of my cock softly. My cock feels so sensitive, its euphoric to feel her big lips pressed up against the tip of my cock while her mouth still probably has my cum in it.

She then quickly crawls towards her seat then sits back up I look up to see that Ms. Sare is looking directly at us. The rest of the class luckily doesn’t seem to care about us. I quickly put my dick under my boxers, and just fix my shirt to cover up the fact that my zipper is completely undone.

Candice freezes completely. “Ok, now Candice why don’t you tell us what sort of reaction this is?” Ms. Sare says looking at Candice. Candice’s face turns beet red, as I look over at her I can tell her mouth still has my cum in it.

I quickly look at Ms. Sare and say “Endothermic” Ms. Sare then gives me an angry stare for a moment then goes back to her lesson. I feel Candice poke my arm, so I look over at her. She opens her mouth to show me that her mouth is filled with cum.

A little spilled out onto her lips so she closed her mouth and swallowed loudly, then licked her lips. That was actually my first hand job, and first public sex act. My blood pressure was uncomfortably high for more than one reason. After that Candice and I were so nervous and excited we couldn’t make a single sound for the rest of class.

Candice has just taken almost all the virginities I’m willing to give. I just hope I never end up in a dark alleyway, or anywhere else where two dudes with a ski mask might take all the virginities that I don’t want to give. I’m just happy my life isn’t a work of fiction written by some reclusive love-obsessed sicko to be read online for jacking off.

The bell rang and all the students rushed out of class, except for Candice and I, as we packed up our stuff slowly. “Hey you doing anything after school?” she asked in a happy tone.

“Besides texting you?” I asked calmly. She then made an affirmative mhmm sound and giggled. “Feeding my fish, cooking dinner, then probably touching myself, but in an order that may surprise you. How about you?” I responded while following her lead out of class.

“Come to the beach with me. I’m going with a friend, and I told her about you. Now she wants to make it into a double date thing.” She said wrapping her arms around my right arm, and pressing tiny her body up against mine.

I loved this feeling, she feels so small next to me like this. Her body is small and warm, her hair is long and soft. Her waist is small, her ass is so round and thick, and her boobs are so big. She smells like soap, and a little bit like my cum, if you smell her breath.

“I really don’t know. I mean Göztepe Escort captain Blue really needs me to feed him, and I was really looking forward to cooking pasta today for dinner.” I was only serious about the fish thing, but my voice still oozed of sarcasm.

“Awesome, so I’ll pick you up at your house at two thirty, don’t forget to feed captain. Then we can go to the beach.” as she says this, I pull my arm and her body in closer.

“I would like that,” I said quietly in a happy tone, that I still was not entirely use to using yet.

She then stops walking and stands on the tips of her toes, and hugs me to whisper into my ear “We might be able to continue what we started in class.” I freeze unsure of exactly what to say as a response, feeling even more excited. Candice begins to slowly walk away leaving me in awe; I think her next class was in the opposite direction, but I honestly don’t know.

I stop in the middle of the hallway to watch as her as she walks away. There I stood, thoughtless in awe of her. People circled around me in the center of the crowded hallway, every step she took, the crowded hallway swallowed her more and more. Till there was nothing left of her that I could see, just a mess of faces and bodies.

I began my walk into class, still looking over my shoulder hoping for her to come back. I walked into class then I took my seat next to George. “Dude you will never guess what just happened to me last class.” I said to George as he directed his blank stare to me for a moment.

Class was over so damn fast, George and I talked in the back of class for the most of it. Then George and I walked over to the cafeteria. I pulled my wrapped up sandwich out of my backpack, while George pulled out his phone. I hear fast approaching footsteps.

I turn around to see Dan walking towards us with his friend Anthony. Anthony sits next to me, and Dan takes his seat next to George. Anthony was an annoying shit he said some of the dumbest things I think I’ve ever heard in my entire life. We awkwardly laughed at the stuff he said out of fear of him repeating whatever shit joke he had just said.

I can honestly say I don’t think Anthony has anything funny just offensive; however, Dan seemed to like hanging out with him. I didn’t mind Anthony too much, but George hated him. “Bruce did you get her to give you that Handy Jay? ” Asked Dan as he pulled food out of his bag, I paused, George looked up at me.

“No, Dan. I did not ask Candice to play with my dick during chemistry.” I said out of annoyance, and not wanting to spread rumors. Anthony and Dan laugh a little. The rest of lunch was usual, only this time Anthony and his unfunny jokes were there.

The guys he brought over to us were so fucking dumb. Anthony was maybe the only one I thought was ok at best. As far as Dan’s friends go that is. Fuck all this anyway. Still I constantly looked over my shoulder for Candice. Where does she go?

More importantly why doesn’t she take me with her? I mean I’m not some crazy fuck that needs to know where she is at all times, but I can’t get her out of my mind. I look outside the window again, towards the hideously orange sign. This time a black van was parked in front of the sign; from my angle I couldn’t see the sign anymore.

The final bell rang, and I almost ran out of class. I had to feed my trusty captain blue. Not only that, but I nervously trim and shaved pretty much the entire section of my body where my dick is. I wasn’t an overly hairy ape-like man or anything; nevertheless, I needed this to boast my confidence.

It was also a good chance to touch myself for a little while before Candice showed up. If i have to spend time with her on the beach, I know for sure I am gonna have an awkward time trying to hide how turned on I am by seeing her bounce around in a bikini. An erect penis while wearing thin shorts at the beach will be the death of me.

After a nerve wrecking and lust filled thirty minutes of trimming and jerking, I laid there in the middle of my bedroom floor naked. I’m staring up at the ceiling, breathing heavily with my clothes next to me. I can hear myself breathing, my chest rising and falling back into me.

I heard a light knock on the door, I put on my shorts and a shirt as fast as I could. I open the door, it’s Candice wearing a long white shirt that had cartoon lobsters on the front, it covered down past her hips, I couldn’t see if she was wearing anything at all under.

“Are you ready? Claire is parked around the corner, we have a lil’ walk. Where’s your towel?” Candice asked me making an exaggerated upset face with pouty lips.

“It’s on my bed, I’ll grab it then we can leave.” I said out of breath. I walked away quickly from the front door. I felt incredibly nervous seeing her; I can’t remember the last time I went to the beach. I’ve certainly never gone with a hot girl and her friend. I’m having so many firsts within a short period.

I grab my towel then rush back to Candice. “So my friend is Claire, her boyfriend is Rob. Claire is so fun, but not at first. You remember me telling you about her right? Rob’s so fuckin’ funny; I really haven’t talked to him much. They like just started going out, maybe you two can become friends.” Candice explained to me as I walked following her.

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Susanna Cox was sitting at her computer when her friend Stephanie Beasley came over. “Sorry, I didn’t get back to you last night, Susie. Had a night out with an old friend from High School.”

Susie swivelled around and looked at her friend. “There’s something different about you today, Steffie.”

“Different?” A worried look crossed her face. There were a couple of unusual red marks passing from the back of her neck that ran down beneath her green sweater. Her hands trembled and she almost spilled her coffee.

“Yes, it’s like we’re in the Sixties again.”

“Huh?”

“You’re not wearing a bra today.” Steffie looked down quickly and then back at her friend. Her breasts were hanging much lower than usual, and Susie noticed red marks around her wrists as well.

“Well, sometimes I like the freedom,” she whispered. “The straps cut into my shoulders, and I don’t wear it on the weekends. Just too painful today, so I hoped nobody’d notice if I. . .went without.”

“You should get them reduced if they’re hard on your back.”

“No, I couldn’t do that.” She took a gulp from her lukewarm coffee, and it steadied her a little. “What can I help you with?”

Susie beckoned her heavy friend forward, and said: “I need a cover story for tonight.”

“Cover story?”

“Yes. I’ve got to head out to a parish for a night meeting, but the boss doesn’t want me going out to work after dark.”

Steffie looked around. “But Jeff’d be happy you were meeting pastors anytime of day or night.”

“I meant the boss at home. The kids are all farmed out, but himself will get snarky if I’m out and he doesn’t know where I am. If I told him I was at your house helping cut out a dress, you’d back me up, wouldn’t you?”

“Sure, Susie, anytime. How late will you be out?”

“Till 10 at least.”

“Okay. I’ll have a line for him if he calls.”

“Thanks.”

Susie’s first call was in the afternoon, with Fr. Harold Beteman close to the chancery. He answered the door himself, an average, thin man in his early sixties with white hair and a deep tan. After introducing her to her secretary, he took her on a tour of his collectibles from his days as a Missionary in Bolivia. After 35 years in South America, he returned to the States and went through a special re-entry program before. Susie winced as he brought out a picture book as they sat on the couch in his living room.

“When’s he going to get down to the sex?” she thought. “I’ve heard of men who hire prostitutes just to talk to them, but I can get stories like this from my uncle Mike.”

When Bostancı Escort he opened the book up, the pictures of his village in Bolivia had a simple theme. There was one girl in a faded picture: average in every way in an embroidered low-cut, white blouse, elegant skirt and bare feet, whose dimpled smile electrified the viewer. It was a progression of her life, holidays and Sunday, at play and a work, raising three children to adulthood and dandling grandchildren from her knee.

“This woman was special to you?” Tears came to the corners of the old man’s eyes. “Your housekeeper.”

“Yes, she was.” His voice held a strong Latin accent, even though he was raised in the U.S.

There was a pause as Susie scrutinized the pictures. “She was more than your housekeeper, wasn’t she?” He daubed his face with a handkerchief, nodding. “Tell me about her.”

“I met her just after I got there. Bolivia’s priests usually take a consort, someone to live with them, and well, she ended up with me. It was a dream: hard work almost every day of the week, but it was simple and rewarded and blessed. When the bishop came, she went away with the kids until he left. Almost 35 years together, and then, she got sick. It was a gall bladder problem, something that gets fixed easily here, but we lived a long way from a hospital and by the time we got her there, it was too late. I tried to stay on, my daughter stayed with me and my people were so kind. But I just couldn’t stay in the wonderful place without her.”

The grandfather clock ticked in the corner. After a pause, he continued: “I came back home, and tried to live here like a regular priest. It’s so different, and I’ve struggled with life here, even though I’m from here. I miss my family, my kids and my grandkids. When I retire, I’m going back.”

Susie laid her hand on his. “You should. Being around family will help.”

“In the meantime, I miss the simplest things. I learned to use the Internet, but, but, seeing a real pair of breasts, feeling soft hands on my balls. . .”

“I understand,” Susie said. Slowly she stood before him, and undid each button of her blue blouse. Sliding it to the floor, she reached around and unhooked her bra, pulling the straps over her shoulders, and replacing the cups with her arm momentarily . She reached out with her hand and invited him to pull her arm away, revealing perfect, teardrop breasts.

His fingers traced her orbs reverently, skimming close to the areolae and following every curve until he caressed them with his palms. Her breath grew faster as he worshiped Erenköy Escort her flesh. It was a full fifteen minutes before he tentatively leaned forward to nurse her pink nipples.

Just when she thought she would burst, she pushed him away and lowered herself to kneel before him. She unbuttoned his fly, one at a time, and released his serpent, fondling his spongy balls. Her tongue took it time; he was ready to erupt as his cock appeared, and she wanted him to savor the experience. A measured pace intensified his arousal, and she orgasmed as he filled her hungry mouth.

The dinner hour was barely contained bedlam and all the little ships sailed for their ports of call by 7:00PM. Susie pretended to call Steffie in earshot of the master of the house to announce her departure and ask if she wanted anything. He was indifferent to her departure from the house, ensconced in his easy chair in front of a baseball game.

Fr. Marcus Frazier lived in a posh part of the city. A gate protected his property from ordinary people; the only heir of a rich family, he pastored a large parish closeby, and lived at his ancestral home with the Bishop’s permission. A handsome man with blond hair, blue eyes and sculpted body, he greeted her at the door with a martini, and led her to his study. They chatted easily in the study, smoking Havana cigars. Marcus had traveled the world, and delighted her with stories of his journeys. The martinis were followed by another round, and they took them poolside when they finished their cigars. The full moon crested the horizon and was sailing high into the night.

After a while, he touched her hand and said: “You’re most welcome here, Ms. Cox, I have been longing to meet you for a week.”

“Really?”

“Really. Word of your, good works, has been passing quietly around, and I’m looking forward to our time together. Tonight is special.”

“How so?”

“Tonight, there is a total eclipse of the moon. Magic will be in the air this midsummer’s evening, even though we’re not at the equinox yet. Perhaps warlocks are mating with witches tonight.”

“Sounds like fun.”

They sat and sipped their drinks, watching the stars go by. The weather was still warm and the occasional breeze played silky on their skin. He gulped the last of his drink, and shed his clerics, standing naked to show off his perfect physique before diving into the pool. It was illuminated by underwater lights, and he moved through the water with a dolphin’s grace. She stood up and shed her clothes, following him into the delicious water.

They Göztepe Escort swam and played like children, naked in the moonlight, splashing and dunking each other. He dove under the surface, and tickled her navel with his tongue; playfully, she tried to hold his head under until he couldn’t hold his breath any longer. She ducked under and nipped as his testicles; he had committed enough names to do anything he liked with her, and she was anxious as she broke the surface, giving him an urgent, open mouthed kiss that almost took his breath away.

It was time to leave the pool as a shadow crept over the face of the moon. She left with him close behind, he gathered her into his arms and carried her over to the couch where he laid her down on her back. Laying beside her, he kissed from her mouth down to her right nipple, while his right hand parted her legs and played with her inner lips and clitoris.

She ran her hands over his six pack and pecs, slick with water, before finding his manhood standing firm in appreciation. Stroking and playing with it, she soon rolled over and descended to embrace it with her soft lips, running her tongue up and down the shaft, before taking the entire length into her velvet mouth.

He groaned and stroked her hair, his balls building, before he pushed her head away and laid her down, legs spread wide to accept him. They thrust and pounded together as the moonlight faded; he flipped her around and entered from behind, and she trust back against him in sequence with his. Another change, and he was on his back while she rode him, bringing his hands up to fondle her breasts.

As her orgasm built, she saw the orange moon, deep in earthshine. Her vagina quivered, and then threw her over the edge, shuddering as he emptied himself with eyes wide open and buttocks clenched.

They held each other in the afterglow, and he nuzzled her chin. “You live up to your reputation, Ms. Cox.”

“Thank you. We aim to please.”

“Any chance I can get you to spend the night?”

She bit her lip. “I don’t think so. I’m expected back around 10:00.”

“Where are you supposed to be tonight?”

“With my friend Steffie, cutting out a dress.”

He thought for several minutes, and said: “So, you have a glass of wine with her after you’re done, and then another. You get carried away, Steffie’s a lot of fun, and you’re too drunk to drive home. Maybe she’s getting sick and you have to stay with her. Think that line will play?”

“Maybe.”

“I can do three way calling. If Steffie’s game, you can both be on the line at once, and take turns talking.”

Susie’s brow wrinkled in thought. “Yes, that might work. Let me call her first and get our stories straight; she’ll talk first and then me. And then. . .”

His lips sought hers and they blended in an open mouthed kiss.

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CHAPTER 57 — A NICE SURPRISE

Nguyet asked me last Monday short and crisp—using her full name again from her office email—if I was interested in another meeting with her. We had role-played that I was interested in the cookie-cutter houses her company was selling, and the first house viewing—our last role-play—had turned into a two-hour-long ribald rumpus, at the end of which she had told me that she was earning some extra money working as an escort.

Well, my lovely young niece Giang, who I started spending time with as her mother was concerned about her voracious sexual appetite, had written to me again, too. She wanted me to take her to the new mall once more to buy some new bras. The ones she had were either getting too tight or ill-fitting anyway, but she couldn’t raise such sensitive matters with her mom. Of course, we would end up at her or my place and celebrate the new underwear in an appropriate fashion.

Frankly, right now, I preferred buying new bras with my 19-year-old niece to doing another role-play with Nguyet. But I didn’t want to lose momentum with her either. Giang had told me that she had engaged in some sexual play with the young, skinny ladyboy from Laos, but she must have been ovulating during that week, I thought. I became worried and promised myself to explain the menstruation cycle to Giang, so that she wouldn’t suddenly get pregnant. So far, though, they seemed to have only done hand- and blowjobs.

So I wrote Ms. Nguyen Thi Lan Nguyet, my real estate escort affair, that, yes, I was interested in meeting her again. What I didn’t understand was why we couldn’t just meet as Nguyet and Ben, as we had successfully done so many times. But I didn’t want to ask her; perhaps she had an idea for an awesome role-play for which she needed the anonymity of strangers. As few days later, she wrote back that we’d better wait a few more days, for ‚biological reasons’, as she put it. But she also inquired about my sexual predilections a bit more and told me the price for two hours, just as one would expect from an escort girl. It was bold, though, that she used her office email for that.

Anyway, yesterday morning, around 10, I went into town to get new reading glasses. While I was waiting after the eye-exam until the new glasses would be cut, I went outside the shop to smoke. Suddenly, I saw Nguyet come out of a side street with another man. Jealousy stabbed me like a dagger. They hadn’t seen me yet, and I watched them from the corner of my eye. Did she have an affair with him? The man was about her age, early thirties, tall and handsome. He reminded me of our neighbor.

Well, on the other hand, Nguyet was probably just showing him houses, as that was her job. They were downtown, and it was ten-thirty in the morning on a weekday—hardly the way or time to conduct an affair. Now, they had seen me and Nguyet actually introduced us. She remained very formal and explained that they were, yes, looking at houses. In passing, she invited me to join them. I agreed but asked them to wait another five minutes so that I could get my glasses before we would take off. Nguyet, in turn, explained that to the gentleman, who nodded and lit a cigarette as well.

In the meantime, my glasses were ready to be picked up, I paid, and then joined the two again. Nguyet told me where we were going next, and we got on our motorcycles. Nguyet was wearing her navy-blue business suit again, as was probably standard for any workday, unless a long, traditional dress was called for. As far as I knew, she liked blue anyway. And the red breast kerchief added a nice touch again, just as her black high-heels. Only her stockings were different today: skin-toned, instead of black. Of course, she looked spiffy; pretty much like every day.

Nguyet had Şerifali Escort already said that the next house would be the last in their round this morning, and so I began to ask myself what our options were. We could go and have lunch and then spend a sensual hour at her model home. Or a hotel? Although: the model home was actually ideal. Or Nguyet didn’t have time. Or, perhaps, she didn’t want sex, for a change? Unlikely.

As I didn’t know if the other man spoke English, I just laid low and looked at the house with him like I was another potential buyer. Nguyet wasn’t flirting either, but my presence seemed to boost her self-esteem and confidence. She had unbuttoned her jacket, and the way she was standing now, with one hand on her hip, the one breast I was able to see looked nicely prominent.

To make the whole thing more authentic, I really got into the house-buying project. I was looking and listening intently and even asked questions in Vietnamese. I was able to follow most things that Nguyet said, and I also understood the price, which the other dude immediately negotiated down a little.

Now, Nguyet went upstairs with us, and I admired her little plump butt under her skirt. I remembered the sensual hours about three weeks earlier at the model home where she worked, and my dick started to pump itself up. Nguyet’s legs had the perfect shape, and she seemed to have shaved them recently, as I wasn’t able to make out any hair on her shins.

The other guy didn’t seem to be interested in her as a woman. He was probably married, and my former boss had told me many years ago that Nguyet wasn’t attractive by Vietnamese standards. Oh, well. Whatever. I realized that I had absolutely no reason to be jealous, which was good. I wanted to touch her but couldn’t, here in the empty old house. I didn’t want to embarrass her in front of the other customer; Nguyet would certainly have half-an-hour later, after the viewing, wouldn’t she?

The longer I looked at the man, however, the more he reminded me of our neighbor, who was an officer. He always looked sharp and spiffy in his uniform. He didn’t say much but seemed easy-going and a good father for his two little daughters. And, sure, a good husband, too. Apropos: His wife was an absolute sweetheart, a ray of sunshine. Linh, so her name, had charmed me with her smile right from the beginning. Over time, I had also learned to love her roundish knees and calves, which came into their own under her lovely flowery dresses. Linh’s breasts were tiny but, otherwise, she had an awesome figure.

I woke up from my reveries when Nguyet nudged me, asking if I had any more questions regarding the house. Slightly puzzled, I shook my head, and as the other man was done, we went downstairs again. Nguyet had prepared some documents, which she passed onto him. We said goodbye and waited until he had driven off. Nguyet closed the screeching metal door, and we were finally alone inside.

“Do you like the house?” she asked, sticking to her role as realtor.

“It’s alright. I like older homes …” I only said. “Ms. Nguyet, do you want to go for lunch?” I changed the topic.

I didn’t want to be too direct, but still propel the dynamic forward. For some reason, though, I didn’t feel like enacting the complete escort role-play that we were planning at that moment.

“Are you hungry already?” she asked back. “Let’s go upstairs for a minute,” she suggested instead. “I wanna show you something.”

That sure sounded enticing.

“Ok, but I need to use the restroom first,” I insisted truthfully.

It didn’t look like we were going to do any pissing games here at the old house, though.

“You can go upstairs,” Nguyet said and turned towards the stairs.

On the way up, I touched her Üsküdar Escort butt briefly, which didn’t get me more than a lukewarm smile. When I tried to grab her hand, she flinched and went straight over to the window, where she pushed a shutter five inches open to let in some light. In the meantime, I went to the bathroom and tried to make plans again. What could we do?

When I got back to the room, however, that was a moot question, as Nguyet was leaning onto the wall next to the window with her blouse unbuttoned. As she wasn’t wearing a bra, she had pulled her undershirt down to expose her breasts, which were squeezed nicely by the fabric from underneath. Her medium-sized brown nipples looked awesome.

Her pantyhose was down almost to her knees, while her panties were just above, about half way down her thighs. The most awesome detail of how she was exposing herself was, of course, her dense black bush, which was nicely framed by her light legs, hips, and belly. She was holding up her skirt with one hand, while the other was next to her pubic triangle, pointing at it like a shop assistant or a museum guide would draw attention to a particularly enticing item or detail.

She seemed lost in thought at first, like she was alone, but then she looked at me as I was approaching her. My arousal washed all over me and was so intense that I almost puked. What a sight to behold in this empty house here! Nguyet had managed to bring my horniness from 40 to 100 in a few seconds with her hitherto unknown, titillating pose. As much as I wanted to touch and kiss her, though, I paused five feet away from her to soak in more of her beauty. She looked like a total work of art that reconciled the sensual, natural side of a woman with her cultural, cultivated one. Nguyet was, right at that moment, not only the embodiment of the tension between nature and culture but also the sublation of it.

It almost looked like she had trimmed her bush somewhat, as I was able to make out the upper half of her outer labia. But as if she wasn’t happy with that, she crossed one leg in front of the other now. The white flesh under the waistband of her skirt was heaving, and I admired once more how her dense pitch-black curls were framed by her belly, hips, and thighs. The smell of her bush must have been absolutely beguiling at that moment.

Not to remain in second place, I took off my pants and underpants together and let both drop onto the wooden floor boards. I unbuttoned my shirt, too, and stepped towards her with my half-erect dick.

She said with a relatively deep and lascivious voice: “Mister Ben, I’ll jerk you off quickly, before we go for lunch.”

A word and a blow. Or a jerk. She reached between her labia to get some lubrication, which she then spread on my glans. She pushed my foreskin down towards me and looked at my dick for a few seconds like she had never seen it before. When I touched her labia gently, she flinched again and said indignantly:

“Mister Ben! You can LOOK at everything, but not more.”

It sounded almost ominous and reminded me of Poe’s ‘Never more!’, which was a nice touch. I didn’t think Nguyet was familiar with The Raven, though. Anyway, in her voice I could hear the seriousness of a beautiful and successful property agent who was used to calling the shots. She was going to determine who was going to do what with whom and when.

But what she did was sure tantalizing. I was standing more or less naked in front of her, and she was jacking me off. She seemed to have nectar galore, as she reached inside her pussy once more to pump more oil for the job. She seemed super focused, the way she was biting the tip of her tongue, looking at my cock. I suspected that she was ovulating; I tried to calculate her cycle Ümraniye Escort in my head but couldn’t. Anyway, she was smart and almost 33. She knew what she was doing. And we didn’t really have any furniture to sit on anyway, so, considering the circumstances, we did the best we could.

Soon, I felt my glans itch. She smeared another two tea spoons of morning dew on the purple, pulsating tip of my cock, when I looked down on her again. I didn’t really know what it was, but the sheer moxie to expose herself like that was admirable, even though we had known each other for a long time. Initially, she had reduced herself to her pubic region, but then taken the wheel and decided how far we would go today. It was like she had first given up all her power by exposing herself, pretending I could use her, before she grabbed all control and command again. I tried again to kiss her, at least—if she didn’t want me to touch her or take my dick in her mouth—but she resisted charmingly and fended me off once more.

“Mister Ben, I can’t let my clients kiss me. I’m sorry,” she said quietly but determinedly, looking down at her work.

She was strict like a schoolmarm but also generous, if not magnanimous—the way she was loading my glans again with the most precious of all fluids in the world. Obviously, she was horny as fuck, as her body was producing copious amounts of thick, translucent lubrication. Even her nipples had gotten stiff, just from jerking me off, without any more touches, kisses, or tender caresses. I kept thinking about what to say or do, but perhaps today there wasn’t anything for me to do or say. And so I just held onto her slightly bony hips and enjoyed the breathtaking beauty here in front of me, who spread and then rubbed more and more of her frothy libation onto my thirsty glans.

Well, in a second I would come. But where? Perhaps in her mouth, as this was the most obvious option. She, obviously, couldn’t soil her business suit. Neither could she let me come on her hair or face, even though the sheer idea of which gave my body another jolt. But I didn’t just want to come on the floor like a horny dog, here in the house that didn’t belong to either of us.

“Ben, you say something when you’re about to come, huh?” she requested, just in time.

One minute later, I grabbed her wrist tenderly. She pulled my glans closer to her pubic mound and then distributed the splashes evenly in her curly, dense hair. I could feel her curls on my glans now. I’m still not sure what it was, but the sheer audacity to soil her pubic hair with my load of cum turned this little sex-play into one of the hottest encounters of my life. It was hard to beat. I was a little worried about her cycle, as the sperm could still enter her vagina that way, but perhaps I was wrong and she wasn’t ovulating that week.

When she felt that my load was about to finish, she rubbed my cock in her soft pubic curls, like she wanted to clean my dick or like she was painting-by-numbers. Then she pushed me away, like she had received what she had come here for and didn’t need me anymore. At least, she deigned me another long look at her gorgeous body, posture, and wet, sticky bush, in which she even rubbed the cum now with her fingers. I got dressed watching her, before she finally let the curtain drop and pulled up both, her panties and her pantyhose.

Her titties were dangling as she was doing so, bent over forward. After pulling up her undershirt and closing her blouse, she looked spick and span again, like a proper real estate agent. She went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and when she was shaking the water off her elegant fingers, I looked at her crotch where—behind three layers of fabric—my cum was now fermenting in her gorgeous pubic triangle. I was curious if she was going to take a shower at work or if she wanted to spend the whole afternoon in her office with sugar and protein in her bush. I’d asked her next time. Quietly, we went outside and got on our motorcycles without having discussed lunch once more.

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The ball had been like a dream come true. Tabby had never been invited to such a lavish occasion. It was a night of fine wine, dancing and beautiful women in beautiful clothes. She hadn’t disappointed Cliff that night. Her long flowing evening gown in powder blue looked stunning on the longhaired brunette. The little thin shoulder straps that held the slightly gapping bodice fitted firmly across her tanned shoulders. Her long slim legs had looked great in the black stockings and heels as they were exposed by the two long slits up each side of the dress. Her makeup and hair were done to perfection.

Tabby had been flattered that Cliff had invited her, a student who helped out around the office. It was sad that his wife would be away for this big occasion, but she didn’t seem to mind that Cliff was going to take this girl more than half his age. She had met Tabby several times and enjoyed the same sense of humour and had a similar personality, they got on really well together.

Like Cinderella the clock had struck midnight, well actually two in the morning in Tabby’s case, and Cliff had found her near the bar again. He had been away talking with some important people, but Tabby had not found it hard to find a dance partner or someone to talk with for the last hour. Before that Cliff had paid a great deal of attention to the 18-year-old.

“Come on Tabby, it’s time for us to head off,” Cliff said as he approached the young girl. “The party is winding down a bit.”

She smiled at him. He was right a lot of the couples were starting to leave now. “Ok,” she said cheerfully. “It is getting late.” She finished the last drop from her wineglass and started to follow him the door. There was time for one last look around the large dance floor with its colourful decoration and gold gilding. She sighed and wished the night wouldn’t end, but the crowd was definitely thinning out now.

Cliff had ordered a taxi to take them home. The effects of all that wine and the heady experience of the ball made Tabby light headed and a little giggly. Cliff too was feeling the effects of the wine and was willing to be driven home.

Sitting next to such young beauty as Tabby was proving to be a difficult prospect for this married man. Her sexy smile and intoxicating smell were all becoming too hard for him to handle. They giggled and laughed together as the taxi drove off through the city streets. The conversation was about nothing really, just sharing their night as any young couple would.

As the taxi weaved through the streets Cliff moved a little closer to the brunette, taking her delicate hand in his. She didn’t resist, still laughing at the simple joke he had just told.

“You were wonderful tonight Tabby,” Cliff said. “Absolutely beautiful.”

“Thanks Cliff,” Tabby responded as her laughter stopped.

“Thank you for filling in for Marie,” he continued. “I thought I would have to go by myself. That would have been a real drag.”

“It was a pity she couldn’t make it,” Tabby smiled back. “Still I’m glad you asked me and I’m pleased I’ve been able to fill in for her.”

“Yes, you were an excellent substitute,” Cliff smiled. “But the night is going to be over so soon and I will be all alone again.”

“Oh, now, now,” Tabby joked rubbing his cheek with a bare hand. “Don’t go spoiling it like that.”

Cliff laughed and looked into her eyes. There was a pause and he gripped her other hand a little harder. Both of them stared intently into the others eyes. Their faces were so close together that Tabby could feel Cliff’s heavy breath against her cheek. He seemed to tug her a little closer as her eyes fixed on his. Before she realised it his lips were touching hers. Involuntarily her mouth opened and there tongues met. It was a long and passionate kiss.

“I’m sorry…” Cliff immediately apologised as they broke apart. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“You didn’t,” Tabby felt herself blush under her makeup. “Obviously I have made an impression.”

“You’re so kind,” he whispered. “I do find you very attractive.”

Tabby bowed her head and smiled, bringing her hands to her lap. She gulped as his hand reached for hers again.

“I wish we could stay like this for a little longer,” he said squeezing her small hand. “I would dearly love to make love to you.”

She was shocked at his openness. But it didn’t surprise her. He had noticed how he had watched her all evening, the way he had held her in those close Bostancı Escort dances and the way he had looked after her.

“I would like that too,” she said looking into his deep dark eyes.

He leant toward her again, kissing her softly on the lips; his arm went up and around her shoulder pulling her in. Again their lips opened to enable their tongues to probe each other’s mouth. This time it lingered a little longer. The embrace was full on, neither one wanting to pull back. Tabby found her own hand against his chest, rubbing across the crisp white shirt he was wearing.

She moaned softly as his hand moved up to brush her breast under the powder blue fabric. Slowly they sank sideways on the back seat of the taxi. The kiss went on and on. His touch was so gentle and so sexy at the same time. She let his hands roam across her body, feeling her firm young body. As she lay back, his lips firmly locked to hers she could feel his hard cock through his pants and her dress and stockings against her leg. Her hand wandered to it, touching it through the black tuxedo pants.

The taxi driver reached up to adjust his mirror as the couple lay together kissing and fondling each other. He could feel his own cock starting to stir as this beautiful young brunette lay back under her lover. It was becoming difficult to watch the road ahead as he drove through the city.

Cliff felt Tabby’s nipples growing hard through the fabric of her dress as his hands touched her firm little teenage breasts. He hadn’t expected to ever be allowed anywhere near this young goddess, and now he would get no more than a quick feel and a kiss before she was dropped back to her parents home.

The taxi had reached her suburb now. It would be less than a minute before they were saying their farewells. His hand was still caressing her breast as they continued to kiss and neck. She had managed to slip a hand into his open pants and give his hard cock a few quick strokes, but as she caught a glimpse of the familiar street outside she stopped, pulling her hand back.

Gently she pushed him away. They returned to an upright position as she brushed the wrinkles from her dress.

“I’m sorry Cliff, but we are nearly home again,” she smiled. “Thanks for the great evening. Like I said I really did enjoy myself.” She was trying to compose herself a little.

“Yes, thank you too,” he said, struggling a little with zipper of his pants. “I’m just sorry it has to end this way. I would have invited you back to my place…but I don’t think it’s entirely appropriate and the babysitter might object.” He gave a little laugh.

“Yeah, I’m sorry too,” Tabby smiled. “It’s probably for the best though.”

“Maybe we could make a little detour?” Cliff suddenly suggested.

“What do you mean?” Tabby was shocked at this change of events.

“Well, I don’t have enough to cover a motel, but if the driver here was happy we could take a short ride down by the lake?” His hand reached out and touched her thigh.

“But…well…I’m not sure…I mean,” Tabby was finding it hard to object. There was fire in her that needed quenching and she would rather it was Cliff than her mechanical friend back at the house.

“Driver, would you object if we borrowed your backseat for…say half an hour? You can stay in the car…if that would help wit payment?” Cliff was leaning forward to speak with the driver.

“Umm…well…no I don’t have a problem with that,” the driver smiled. “I just perform a service, so what the customer wants is fine with me.” The anticipation of watching this brunette getting fucked in his backseat far outweighed any payment.

“Good, can you find us a nice secluded spot by the lake?” Cliff continued. “And then you can drop us to our homes as we arranged.”

“Yes sir, I know just the spot.”

“Are you sure we should do this?” Tabby finally questioned Cliff. “I mean you are married and…”

Cliff placed his finger to her lips as he turned his head toward her pretty face. His lips touched her s again and soon they were embracing once more. The taxi driver moved his hand back to his crotch.

They didn’t notice him turn into the big car park at a factory complex, no where near the lake. He pulled up under the glow of a tall yard light behind a loading dock where they could not be seen from the street.

Neither of his passengers noticed the scene they were so involved in hugging each other close. Cliff’s tongue was deeply inserted in Tabby’s Kadıköy Escort mouth. He could smell those beautiful smells of perfume, soap and shampoo that mixed in her hair and on her skin.

Once more Tabby had his pants open, her hand buried in the dark material, tugging on his huge, throbbing cock. Once she sensed the car had stopped she started to ease it out, through the open fly in his boxer shorts. He groaned as her fingers floated up and down the length of the stiff rod.

His own hands had found the zip of the long dress. Gradually as he kissed her he tugged the zip down. Right down over her butt. His other hand started to caress her leg through the slit on the, soon it had found the top of her black stockings.

Cliff slipped a hand inside the bodice of the powder blue dress and touched her bare breast. It felt so nice and warm and firm. His fingers found her nipple and tweaked at it. Tabby flung her head back with a loud moan as his mouth closed on her throat. The hand that had traveled up her leg was now passing across the front of the lace panties she was wearing. A finger hooked in the waistband. Tabby raised her butt to let him claw the delicate lace garment down away from her trimmed pussy.

The taxi driver sat, leaning against the back of his seat watching the two lovers at work. His own hand was inside his pants stroking his giant cock as the scene developed before him.

Her panties were just at the top of her stockings as he moved his hand back toward her pussy. She could feel his touch in the stubble near her entrance, then his finger slipped down into the slippery slit and then pushing in past the puffy pussy lips. Tabby moaned again and tried to part her legs a little more for him. Space in the backseat and the panties made it difficult, but still he started to penetrate her hot love hole.

Cliff could feel her hand on his hard cock, pulling on it more vigorously now that he was fingering her. His thumb was resting on her hard little clit as he moved two fingers into her vagina. They were masturbating each other in unison as the taxi driver tugged on his own cock in the front seat.

Tabby let the shoulder straps of her dress fall down, exposing her bare breasts to both men as Cliff started to kiss and fondle them. Her nipples were standing out on the firm white mounds like hard red cherries. He flicked one and then the other with his tongue. Each time Tabby shivered with desire. Her pussy was well swollen and very wet now as Cliff continued to probe her.

There was a momentary break as the couple rearranged themselves a little in the back. Cliff had sat up, both his hands now under the blue dress, hooked in the top of the panties. Tabby lifted her butt to let him pull the black lace panties down her legs and off the heels.

“Shall I?” Cliff said with a twinkle in his eye.

“Ok,” she replied with a laugh.

Casually he tossed the panties over into the front seat. The taxi driver got a shock as they landed on his gear change. The two in the back laughed as the taxi driver retrieved the sexy under garment. As they resumed some heavy kissing he sniffed at the crotch, taking in Tabby’s fresh pussy smells, his cock twitched. He returned his hand to its job, this time wrapped in the black lace.

Cliff tugged and pulled up the long blue dress to bunch the material up around Tabby’s waist as they continued to kiss each other. As her legs were freed from the dress she pushed one black nylon clad leg up around Cliff’s back, the other rested on the car floor as Cliff positioned himself between them.

There was only just enough room for the move to be executed, Cliff did have to bend his knees slightly. Tabby moved a hand down between their bodies to guide his cock toward her opening. Cliff was pressed down on her breasts as he felt his head touch her pussy lips. Slowly he pushed forward.

Tabby let out a moan and he grunted as his cock slipped into her wet pussy. Almost immediately he started humping her, pushing his cock in and out of her young body. Tabby moaned and held him around the neck, trying to pull him closer.

“God Tabby, you’re tighter than I imagined,” Cliff groaned as he moved in and out of her. “So nice and so hot.”

“Yes Cliff, yes, give me your big cock,” She replied looking up into his eyes. “Oh, please fuck me, fuck me hard.”

The taxi driver stared at them, his eyes like saucers. Every now and then he caught a glimpse, past Cliff’s Göztepe Escort black trouser leg, of the huge, gleaming cock pushing into this slim teenager. The cab of the taxi had steamed up, the familiar smell of sex and sweat filled the air, mixed wit the perfume of this lovely young girl.

“Tabby, you are so beautiful, I could fuck you all night,” Cliff whispered, running his hand across her brow and through her hair. He lent down and kissed her lips.

“Cliff, fuck me, fuck my tight pussy,” Tabby encouraged as he continued to pump her.

“Oh, yes, yes,” Cliff called out as he slipped in harder and faster. “Oh, I want you.”

“Ahhh…ohhhh…ohhh,” Tabby grunted.

Cliff could feel her body tensing, her pussy clamping on his hard cock as she orgasmed. She let out a loud roar as she came, a rush of energy pushing her back into an arch as he slammed his cock into her. Her fingers dug into the back of his jacket as she pulled him to her tightly.

As the orgasm passed over her, he relaxed and slipped his cock from her pussy.

“Roll over my love,” he whispered to her, moving to one side. “Onto your hands and knees.”

Puzzled, but excited she did. Cliff opened the car door and slipped out into the warm night. The taxi driver looked on in bliss, also wondering what was in store. Now he had a good view of this beauties breasts hanging below her slim body and those long legs in the black stockings. He tugged on his cock, through the lace panties, a little harder. A dribble of pre-cum stained the black material.

Cliff pushed her dress up over her butt, bunching it at her waist again. Kneeling on the seat behind her, her butt was at the right level. He guided his cock back toward her red glistening pussy. Tabby gave a start as he entered her, pushing in deeply. Cliff grunted with each of his hard thrusts.

In and out he pushed. His grunts got louder as his thrusts became harder. She could feel him deep in her wet pussy.

“Oh, yes Cliff, oh, yes, give it to me, fuck my pussy,” she urged.

“Oh yeah, yeah, you are so tight,” Cliff responded. “I’m going to cum…oh yeah.”

There was one last thrust, his cock flew into her making her gasp and let out a squeal. Just as she did the taxi driver shot his cum into the air. It sprayed up onto the back of his seat and all through her panties. He groaned, his face was bright red as he held his throbbing cock.

Just as the taxi driver shot his load, Cliff erupted deep within Tabby. Shot after shot of hot cum flew into her. He collapsed forward over her fine young butt, holding her hips, burying his cock right up her young pussy. One hand came up to touch her nipples as his mouth kissed her cheek next to ear. His cock was still throbbing away, sending more cum deep into her as he kissed her ear and sucked on the lobe, taking the simple silver lop earring into his mouth.

Slowly he let his deflating cock slip from her and step back, pulling the long blue dress back over her butt. He stood in the warm night air as she backed out of the cab. He helped her to stand and held her around the waist. A trickle of cum slipped from her, down her legs. They kissed again as they stood regaining their composure.

The taxi driver wiped the cum from his cock and the seat with her panties as Tabby pulled the straps back up on her dress. Her hair was slightly less perfect than before and Cliff was covered in sweat. They smiled at each other as they got back in the car.

“Here you are ma’am,” the taxi driver said, presenting Tabby with her panties, soaked in his cum. There was a sly smile on his face.

“Thank you,” the brunette replied. Then both men got a shock as she bent forward and pulled the sticky wet panties back on. “I will wear them home.”

All three laughed as the driver started the car. Moments later they pulled up outside Tabby’s house. There was a light on in the porch but otherwise all was dark.

“Thank you again Cliff. It was a wonderful night,” she gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Thank you Tabby. We have had a real adventure tonight,” he said.

“Yes, and I can only look forward to the next one,” Tabby opened her door.

“Next time Marie will join us I think,” Cliff winked.

“I look forward to it,” Tabby returned the wink and stepped out.

The wet panties had soaked through the blue dress, leaving a dark, damp patch on her butt. Both men in the cab noticed it as she walked away under a street light. The tall brunette turned once and waved before slipping in the door of the house.

“Well, you better get me home before this cab costs me any more,” Cliff said to the driver.

“Don’t worry sir, this one is on me,” the driver responded as they pulled away.

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Tara’s pussy was wet and burning with excitement as she opened the door of her apartment. Jose was already there, waiting, a smile on his handsome face. He was wearing jeans and a black shirt, which clung to his muscular body. He got up and walked towards her.

It was time for some fun.

As they kissed, Jose put his hand up her short skirt to roughly play with her pantied pussy. It was wet. Tara shivered as he rubbed harder and harder.

He maneuvered her toward the couch, and told Tara to lift her skirt and spread her legs wide. Her white panties had a wet patch. Jose grinned, ripped off the flimsy panties, and immediately began to eat her cunt. He probed his tongue deep into her cunt and violently sucked on her clit. Using his lips, he sucked with such force that Tara was screaming with pleasure. Using his hands, he pried open her cunt lips giving his tongue total access. He grinned up at her. He gave a long, slow lick, spat in her cunthole, and sucked it hard again while fucking her with three fingers, kissing and tugging on the little nub of skin, pinching it, then sucking it with force. Tara nearly came.

“Your pussy tastes good…”, said Jose, as he masturbated her wet cunt lips. He gave her pussy one last lick and stood up.

“Blowjob time…” he said, grinning.

Tara couldn’t wait. She quickly began to fumble with his buckle, her cunt squelched excitedly at his huge bulge. But Jose quickly smacked her hand away, grinning devilishly. He undulated his hips, gyrating Bostancı Escort his crotch in front of her, teasing her. Tara again reached for the belt, but he swatted her hand. He fisted her hair, pulled her close to the bulge. Desperately, she began to suck the denim bulge, frustrated and excited beyond belief. The coarse denim bruised her lips, adding to the excitement. It made her squirm to feel how hard Jose was beneath his jeans.

At last he sat down on the couch, his legs spread wide. Tara knelt down quickly and unbuckled him, as excited as a kid at Christmas. She unzipped him and pulled off the denim. Jose yanked down his tight briefs freeing his cock and balls. Tara wasted no time and she swallowed his huge prick and began to suck it hard. Jose closed his eyes and groaned as she ate and sucked his cock inside her warm, wet mouth.

“Suck my cock…. yeah, you like it huh?” he said as his prick slid in and out of her lips. “My ten inch Latino COCK…”

Tara sucked him with feverish delight. Jose’s cock felt hot and rigidly hard as it chafed her moist tongue. The filthy excitement of being on her knees sucking a hunky stranger’s cock made her pussy soak with lust, and she played with herself desperately with her free hand. She sucked and sucked with extraordinary force, bobbing her head ferociously up and down, closing her eyes and losing herself in the euphoria, her other hand tracing up his hard body, his nipples and his balls. He talked dirty to Erenköy Escort her in encouragement as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed his cock into her mouth so deep she could feel the fur on his balls tickle her chin. Being so deep his cockhead forced into her throat, striking her tonsils and making her gag, but her held her head pushed down.

“Deepthroat my cock” he whispered, both his strong hands pinning her head as low as it can go.

“Yeah. Try to swallow me. Stroke my cock with your throat…yeah…yeah…FUCK!!” he said, as she made her throat contract around his cockhead.

Tara couldn’t breath. The lack of air made her head pulse and her lungs burn, coupled with the excitement of her throat being plugged by Jose’s prick. Jose held her there for five more seconds, until she nearly passed out, before releasing her, gasping for air and nearly mad with excitement.

Tara sucked on Jose’s hot hard cock hard, savoring the dirty sensation of his cock filling her soft wet mouth. Then abruptly, Jose pulled her hair back and withdrew his cock from her lips.

“OK, enough games” he said. “It’s FUCK time”.

Tara could hardly wait as she leaned against the sofa and exposed her cute little shaved twat. Jose grinned when he saw how wet it was – there was no need to use lube. He positioned her ass and slammed into her from behind, fisting her hair.

“Yeah!” he said, his prick pumping in and out of her cunt. “I’m gonna ride my little horsie!” Göztepe Escort Tara shivered with excitement and pleasure as her tight pussy was being forced wide by the thickness of Jose’s cock.

Tara screamed with delight as Jose ground his prick into her cunt, right to his balls. “Fuck, your pussy’s so fuckin tight…feel’s like your cunt’s suckin on my cock” Jose whispered. While fucking, he prised open her pussylips and played with her clit.

His cock was covered in Tara’s pussy juices. He forced her legs wide open and fucked her wildly, roaring in pleasure. With each thrust his cock struck pleasure nerves deep inside her cunt.

He assfucked her next. “Squeeze your asshole” he ordered. Her ass was virgin tight, and gripped his cock like a fist. He assbanged her until she screamed. Still fucking her, Jose leaned forward and gripped her throat. “Where do you want me to cum?” he whispered into her ear. His cock struck a pleasure spot and Tara screamed in delight. Jose squeezed her throat. “Where do you want me to cum?” he repeated. “On your tits…on your face…inside you…?”

“In my mouth!” she gasped. “Cum in my mouth!”

Jose grinned. He took out his cock from her pussy and forced her to kneel.

“Open your cocksucker wide and say ‘aah'”

He held her head in place with both hands and slid the underside of his cock on her tongue until he came – spurt after spurt of his cum shooting down her throat, making her gag.

“OH YEAH!!” Jose roared as his cock exploded with cum. “Fuckin SWALLOW all my CUM. Yeah!! Eat my cock cream! Fresh from my BALLS!!!”

He squeezed every last drop into her gaping mouth.Tara smiled, her mouth still dripping with cum. She paid him.

“Same time next week?” she asked.

“You bet.”

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I step out of the bath. I’m light-headed, the water was too hot and the room is full of steam. I feel really relaxed now. I take a warm towel from the radiator to wrap around my body and a second which I use for my hair.

In the bedroom I dry off. I rub cocoa butter over my breasts, stomach and bottom adding a little extra over the now exposed, shaven flesh of my mound, before slipping into vest and shorts pjs. The brief sensation of my fingers gliding over my skin has brought my nipples to attention, but I ignore it. Barefoot, I wander downstairs to the kitchen where I pour myself a glass of wine before taking a seat on the sofa and scrolling through the TV guide. Its a little after 9.30, too early for bed and I want to delay the masturbation session I have planned until later when there’s a chance you’ll be online to chat or share pictures with. I find something to watch, total chick flick which I’ve seen before (a perfect distraction) and settle down. A few minutes later my phone beeps. The sight of your name on my screen is exciting and I hurriedly open the message.

“I’m 2 minutes away. Are you home?”

I tap a reply..

“Of course I’m home. You’re coming here????”

My heart is pounding, I can’t believe you would just turn up, I almost think you’re joking but decide I can’t risk it.

I sprint up the stairs to check myself in the mirror seeing my hair is a mass of damp unbrushed curls, I have no make on and am wearing pjs. I consider my options, I clearly don’t have time to get changed and put make up on so I settle for moisturiser and lip gloss. Im hastily picking up the towels on the bedroom floor when my phone beeps again.

“I’m here, come let me in”

I run back down the stairs again and open the door. My still racing heart leaps as our eyes meet and you produce a megawatt smile for me. “Hey you”

I step back to let you in and I can see you assessing me, eyeing up how much flesh I have exposed but also how flustered I am by your surprise appearance. As you pass me you brush your lips against mine. It’s only the briefest second, just long enough for me to smell your aftershave. You stroll inside towards the kitchen, removing your jacket as you go. You Bostancı Escort glance at the television as you pass through the living room and tut loudly at the chick flick on the screen “you don’t expect me to watch that, do you?”

Closing the door, I follow you into the kitchen and watch you hang your jacket over a chair before grabbing a glass from the cupboard and helping yourself to my wine, making yourself at home. I tell you I wasnt expecting to see you and might’ve made more effort if I’d known you’d be coming round.

“No point dressing up for me Princess,” you say taking my wrist and pulling me in for a kiss. “If anything, I’d say you’re a bit over-dressed.”

I laugh and try to push away from you but don’t put up much resistance when you hold me tighter, mostly because the tensing of the muscles in your arms is irresistible. I relax into you again as you wrap your arms around me properly, kissing me slowly and snaking a hand around to squeeze my ass.

“Nice Pjs” you say “I have to be up early but I thought I’d come for a sleepover, if that’s ok?” I nod the and tell you that sounds like a good plan to me.

“Great” you say, letting go of me “I brought my toothbrush and everything.” It’s only then that I notice a bag youve brought with you, on the floor.

“Oh really? Confident i see. What else you got?”

“I was going to show you later but as you ask…”

You start taking all your things out of the bag – t-shirt, boxers, toothbrush, the usual stuff. But then you produce a tub of Ben and Jerrys, your iPod and bar of Dairy Milk.

I laugh when I see what you brought with you. “All the essentials for later” you say.

“And for now?”

“Now, I thought we were watching some girly crap and drinking this wine, but you can have this chocolate.”

You throw the ice cream in the freezer, kick off your shoes and we go back into the living room together. We chat through what’s left of the film I’d been watching, sat snuggled up on the sofa, sharing the chocolate but as the film ends you declare that it’s bedtime.

Upstairs you put your IPod on through my dock, strip down to your boxers and we climb into bed. You won’t tell me what’s on the Kadıköy Escort playlist but I’ve got a fair idea. We kiss all the way through the first couple of tracks- some snow patrol and something I didn’t recognise.

“I think the ice cream will be ready to eat now” you say, pulling yourself up to sitting and grabbing the tub and spoon from the bedside table. You feed me spoon after spoonful, only occasionally taking any for yourself. When I tell you that you should have more of it you say you’re waiting till I’m done.

“I’ve had enough then.”

“Right, my turn it is!” And I know what you have in mind.

Putting the tub down, you kiss me, push my vest up over my breasts and pull it off as I raise my arms in the air compliantly. You pull the duvet from my legs and order me to lie down and roll over on to my front. I comply.

I feel you shift. The iPod stops abruptly before stirring back to life with Luke Sital-Singh’s Fail for you. I’m facedown, eyes closed, both my hands behind my head, holding my hair off my neck, just as you have asked me to.

I can feel you looking at me, hear your breathe, slow and steady. I’m waiting for you to touch me for what seems like an age while you take your time studying me. You drag your eyes down over me, looking at my hands in my hair and think that on another occasion you must remember to tie them there, a classic surrender pose. The thought is distracting. Slowly you take in every detail of my neck and naked back, noticing the small amount of breast visible to you pushed against the mattress. The curve of my ass is hidden from view in my pyjamas, for now at least.

Finally you’re placing your warm hand on the back of my neck, squeezing gently before you start stroking with your fingertips over my back. I feel my nipples tighten as a wave of goosebumps wash over me.

Without breaking contact, you move to straddle me. My thighs are squeezed together creating a welcome pressure between my legs where my arousal is already starting to build.

Moments later, you pause your stroking and I feel your weight on me and your breath on my neck before you kiss me and my tummy is filled with butterflies, as so often happens.

The Göztepe Escort heat of your bare chest against my back feels perfect. So much so, that I’m disappointed when you take it away again.

That’s when it happens. The first sensation of melting ice cream being poured directly from the tub, hits me between my shoulder blades. I jump at the wet cold burst against my skin and laugh, I feel it start to slide down along my spine before a second dose is delivered just a little lower. You move a little and then your mouth is on me, licking and cleaning me with long luxurious strokes, sucking the ice cream from my skin. I struggle to stay still. “You taste good Princess, are you ready for more?” You whisper in my ear and I nod as much as my position allows.

Clearly satisfied that I am enjoying the experience, you scoop some ice cream from the tub onto my back, sliding it up and down my spine with your fingers before licking it up again. The feeling is both exciting and soothing. You do this several times, venturing a little lower each time until you can go no further, at which point you encourage me to lift my hips a little so that you’re able to wiggle my pjs down and off. You push my legs apart and reposition yourself between them. I know that you are just looking at me, exposed and I wonder if my shaven pussy is visibly wet, even in the low lighting. I register the ending of Why I was born by Gene on the iPod and I’m momentarily distracted in trying to work out from the intro what the next track is but I don’t have long. My concentration is pulled by the freezing sensation of ice cream running down from the cleft of my ass, followed by your fingers, followed by your tongue. Second time around there’s more and it runs over my tight entrance and down to pool with the wetness of my pussy. I gasp as you trace it’s path with your tongue, licking at my pussy only briefly as I raise my hips before returning your attention to my ass. This time, with the melting icecream on your fingers you work at my tight hole, slowly and gently until you’re pushing into me and I’m panting and pushing against you. Eventually it’s hard to know what sensation is fingers and which is your tongue and I’m desperate to roll over, pull you forward and drive your cock into my neglected, dripping sex.

Luckily for me, you much prefer to be able to see my pleasure on my face and you are equally desperate to see my breasts and have them in your mouth.

…

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For the second evening we three had met in the bar of the holiday hotel after dinner. The couple were Mark and Nancy from the Midlands. We were all on “sunshine” breaks on a Mediterranean Island. , Mark was going to play two rounds golf with friends from another hotel every single day and Nancy was determined to go home with a tan which would be the envy of her friends. I was there to lie in the sun for a couple of weeks as an antidote to a year on the North Sea oil rigs. We got along famously and the drink flowed as we got to know each other. Mark was at the bar when Nancy asked me why she had not seen me at the hotel private beach where she disported herself daily. I explained that I went up the coast to the nudist beach every morning.

“I don’t know if I could do that.” She said, “Strip in front of other people.”

I suggested that she would never know unless she tried, and she was welcome to come with me in the morning. It was clothing optional and she might look out of place if she was not at least topless, but, she could do as she liked.

“I’ve no problem topless.” She said, and was about to say more when Mark returned with the drinks and the subject was swiftly dropped. Before the end of the evening I let Nancy know that I would be leaving at 10 in the morning, if she wanted to come, we could meet in Reception.

She met me in the morning and as we motored to the beach I explained that I was a “holiday” nudist, mainly because it seemed silly to me to put on clothes to bathe. What I didn’t say was that I love viewing the naked female form and any nude lady has a beauty of her own. Also, after a long cold year up north and a messy break up some weeks previously I was as horny as hell and since sex usually involved taking off one’s clothes, starting nude seemed to me to be a way of dispensing with some of the preliminaries. Silly me!

I had brought extra towels and since we were early we claimed a space towards the end of the strand where it was never too busy. I put up a wind break which would also serve as a sunshade if the heat became unbearable

I stripped off, lay on my back and let the sun’s rays start to do their work.

Nancy, somewhat diffidently, stripped to the lower half of a bikini taking some time to cast aside her bra. I began to appreciate just how beautiful she was and my mind was already wondering how far I might go with her. Her hair was jet black reaching below the shoulders, the skin well tanned although her ample breasts were less brown. I could not help but notice, well I am a full blooded male, that there were more that a few crisp curly hairs escaping from the sides and top of her brief costume.

Thinking to have a first touch, I suggested the old ruse of application of sun tan cream and was a bit deflated to be told that she had taken care of that with a day long preparation before she set out.

Before long we had our first dip.. Once the water was over our waists, I asked her if she would do something for me and she agreed to take off the one garment she was wearing.

“Wow! I never believed it would feel so good! This is amazing! I have never had these feelings before. I’m an immediate convert!”

I thought to myself “Aye, skinny dipping is one thing, but how will she feel out of the water?”

I need not have worried. She walked out of the water and when we reached our towels Bostancı Escort said “Do you know the air on my skin feels almost as good as the water.”

While we drank some wine I studied her again. Her bush had fluffed up, with a little discrete combing from her fingers. It was so thick that one might have taken it for a thong, but for the thin line of black hair which reached up to her navel; there was only the suggestion of pussy lips under that luxuriant growth. Her belly had a gentle swell, her butt was firm from serious exercise and her breasts were asking for attention, nipples each like a mini hard on.. She saw my looks and said “Like what you see?”

“You are one of the most beautiful, desirable women I have ever met. Mark is a lucky fellow. I -“

“We’ll talk about that later. I want you to take me along the beach to see what the well dressed nude is wearing this season.”

We walked the beach and she explained that she wanted to trim her pubic hair and was looking for inspiration. I said that I would love to be her coiffeur and with a glint in her eye she said that it might be arranged.

After our walk she decided that she had had enough of the sun and we dressed and made our way back to the car. I noticed that she didn’t bother with panties or bra and filed that little titbit away for future reference.

During drinks at the bar that evening as Mark gave us a hole-by-hole account of his day, I had a crazy thought that with luck I might be doing the same by the end of the week. Our outing was never mentioned and I felt encouraged that we had a secret together. She managed to whisper to me “Tomorrow, again?” and I was quick to nod a “Yes.”

Just before ten the following morning I received a call from Nancy asking if I could come and fix something in her room. I tried to cover my surprise when she opened to my knock quite naked. She gave me a quick kiss and moved over to the bed. Laid out on a towel were all the accoutrements for a shampoo and set,. brush, combs, scissors, and a razor with a can of foam.

“I want you to style my bush.” She said. “I want a heart shape, and, in case I ever wear panties or a thong again, I want you to trim all around, my groin and ass. And if I am going to show myself off on the beach I want the boys and girls to see my lips too.”

I immediately marched to the door and opened it. “Hey, I didn’t mean……….” I took the Do Not Disturb sign, hung it on the door, shut it, locked it and returned to her, laughing.

“Nancy I am going to enjoy this. Are you quite certain?”

“Yes and while you are doing it I will tell you about me and Mark. I should have told you yesterday but I had a lot on my mind and I knew it could wait for at least a day.”

I had her lie on the bed, her legs over the edge, a towel underneath She told me where to find KY and I brought it to the bed with a handful of tissues. I sat between her legs on the dressing table stool which was just the right height for my purpose. “Trust me.” I said. Although I didn’t quite trust myself. I opened her legs until her vagina was shining in front of my eyes. It was already moist but I spread a liberal amount of jelly between the folds. And taking a large dab on a finger, gently worked it inside. I looked up into her smouldering eyes.

“It would be easy to forget what I am here for.”

“I know, but Kadıköy Escort please get started. You’ll get your reward..”

I scrunched a wad of tissues and eased it into her tunnel.

“That’s for safety.”

I lifted the scissors and started. I trimmed the long hair to about half an inch. As I worked she talked.

“I wasn’t born yesterday, you know. From the first evening we met I know you have been wanting into my panties. I must say you got those off pretty quickly.”

She went on to explain that she and Mark had had their wild moments, had tried the group scene, and each new that they would periodically be tempted to stray. They valued their marriage but were quite realistic and each agreed that a little fun on the side would do no harm if they set down one or two rules. They would never stay away overnight with a temporary partner and they would not fuck. If they wanted to they could recount their adventures to the other but this was not a fixed rule. That left plenty of scope for lots of fun.

“You mean you each could do anything except the ultimate?”

“Yes, but there is an escape clause which I will explain if we should reach a certain stage.”

Intrigued, I said no more on the subject except to remark that it was a most remarkable, but, sensible arrangement. I thought to myself, everything but fucking could be fun.

I got a piece of paper and with the scissors cut out a heart shape about three inches deep by two and a half wide. I told Nancy that I would copy this shape with the bottom of the heart just above the top of her slit. I sprayed foam over her mound, put my template in position and started shaving very carefully. Removing the paper I was pleased with the effect. I had left the line of hair up to her belly button and the heart looked as if it was suspended on it. Her vulva shone, glistening and inviting. I then shaved all the hair from her groin, got a sponge and mopped up. I eased out the soaking wet tissues and held them to my nose. This was an entirely new fragrance to me and I inhaled deeply. I looked down at her and said, “That looks good enough to eat.”

“You can have a wee nibble now, but you’re not finished you know.”

I kissed her full on the lips as if it were her mouth..

I felt her tense, then relax, lying back on the bed, eyes closed.

The lips were shut tight and I took them in my mouth, sucking gently, then worked my tongue between them, swirling it around. They appeared to enlarge in my mouth and I began to taste that essential essence of woman. Nancy squirmed got herself a little more comfortable; I heard a content sigh and warmed to my task.

Managing to separate the lips, I took one flap of flesh into my mouth, sucked hard on it and then let her feel my teeth as I pulled it away from her body. “Al dente” indeed, I thought; soon I was damned near chewing! I reached over and just touched the very top of her clit with the tip of a finger. It was as if I had thrown a switch. Her hips rose from the bed, her mound forcing my face upwards. She writhed and squirmed then her legs were holding my face in a vice like grip. The heat was palpable and the moistness was not all due to my perspiring forehead.

“Stay just like that, honey! Let’s calm down. We have all day.”

Eventually we disentangled and kissed, smiling almost sheepishly at each other.

“We Göztepe Escort should really have a shower, but, the sea will take care of everything.” She said.

Nancy slipped into a button-down dress, nothing else but a pair of sandals, and we were soon on the beach again.

This time we arranged the wind breaks on three sides of a square, anyone wanting to see us would have to make a conscious effort to do so.

There was no modesty as Nancy stepped out of the dress, I shrugged off my few clothes, then we rushed into the water. We cavorted like children, cleaned off all traces of our brief adventure, swam a little, and made our way back to our little haven.

There were giggles and sighs as we oiled each other up, all over, except for my cock and balls.

“Don’t like the taste of that stuff.”

During the course of all our play my cock had ranged from semi-hard to a raging erection and Nancy had watched the changes with something akin to fascination.

“I’m so glad you aren’t cut. I have a little treat for you.”

My glans had forced its way out from the protection of the foreskin, ready for action. She cleverly manipulated it back into the hood and held it like that with one hand. Head bowed, she licked the very tip, her tongue darting in and out of the tiny hole. She looked in to my eyes.

“Salt!” She said

Then the fireworks started. She eased her tongue between my foreskin and the glans. My cock twitched as I felt the almost rough surface of her tongue on the tender flesh. She circled all round the knob, and made the return journey, then quickly round and round. She cupped my balls which were tight up against the shaft. She fingered each individually as if gauging the size, and traced the stretched seam underneath. Her tongue crept into each crevice on the underside of the glans. I swear I could feel a pulse on her tongue beating in time to the pumping of blood in my cock.

I could only take so much of this and warned her of the impending explosion. I jerked and twitched and bucked forcing the length of my cock into her mouth. Her teasing became a sucking motion and I was milked dry. There was no question of cleaning up this time. She had swallowed every single drop. I lay back, exhausted.

“Wow! Where did you learn that?”

“We all have our secrets.”

An hour was spent, sipping wine, sunning, chatting, kissing and generally getting to know each other even better.

I was happy enough with our adventures and would have been content with a guiltless holiday fling except that I was intrigued by Nancy’s reference to an “escape clause”. We all enjoy the thrill of a full blown fuck and I thought that with luck this might still be on.

I asked her about her enigmatic remark.

“So far we have done nothing which would have concerned Mark.” she said.

She explained further. They had used condoms during the first few months of their relationship. Mark had always insisted that using condoms was not real intercourse. It was like washing your hands with gloves on. There was no real feeling. Nancy extended this theory to the extent that using a condom was not really intercourse at all. There was none of the meeting of flesh, none of that essential togetherness of a full throttle fuck, no mixing of juices; it was not the real thing. There was a barrier. So, ergo, using a condom was not the ultimate. The solution for us was obvious.

“We still have a couple of hours before Mark is due home” she smiled.

The only stop we made on the way back to the hotel was at the Supermarket, where I stocked up on the necessary prophylactics.

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It was late Saturday night and Bambi lay in her bed, exhausted and happy. She had spent the entire day moving into her apartment. For the first time in her life she wasn’t living with her parents. She finally had a place to call her own.

Actually the apartment wasn’t her place alone. Her parents had only agreed to the idea of her living in an apartment as long as she shared it with another female, someone they knew and trusted. That obviously meant Cassi. Bambi and Cassi had been best friends since first grade. Now as 22 year old women, each with a job, they shared a 2 bedroom, 2 bath apartment.

While Bambi and Cassi were both cute and sexy, they were different in several ways.

Bambi had blonde hair, blue eyes, large breasts, curvy hips, and a fabulous smile. She was well aware that she fit the stereotype of a dumb blonde. She wasn’t as smart as Cassi. However, Bambi was very skilled in the art of flirting and getting what she wanted. She knew what assets she had, and she used those to her advantage.

Bambi worked as a front desk clerk for a large convention hotel in the heart of the city. She had been hired to be eye candy for the primary clientele – businessmen who attended the conventions and business meetings held at the hotel. Between her looks, her flirtatious skills, and her attention to the work details, she was a real asset to the hotel.

Needless to say, Bambi could get a date with almost any man she wanted. And she could also get almost any man she wanted into bed. Now that she had her own bed, in her own room, in her own apartment, Bambi looked forward to adding to the list of lovers she had experienced.

Cassi was the type of woman that a young man would take home to meet his parents. She was beautiful with wavy long brunette hair and dark eyes. While her breasts and hips were not as pronounced as Bambi’s, she had a sexy, attractive figure. She was smart and ambitious. Currently she worked as a waitress in a downtown restaurant, near the hotel where Bambi worked. The flexible hours and great tips enabled her to attend the local community college where she was working on a degree in nursing.

As to men, Cassi was looking for a ‘Mister Right’ whom she could marry. She was selective with whom she dated, and often had longer term relationships than Bambi’s. That wasn’t difficult as some of Bambi’s relationships were the one-night type.

Their apartment was in a young-adults complex. It was convenient to shops and restaurants, and was on the bus route that took both of them downtown to their work and school locations. Some of the apartment complex residents were married or couples living together. The others were singles, some attached to a significant other, and some playing the field.

Cassi had a boyfriend, Mike, whom she had dated for a few months, but she wasn’t ready to move in with him. Bambi was one to play the field and avoid commitments. She thought having a fuck-buddy or two was the greatest concept of modern society. Her current fuck-buddy of choice was Ryan, someone who would come and please her when she needed a good fuck, but who otherwise left her alone without any commitments, allowing her to date and have sex with others.

As Bambi lay in bed, the silence was broken by a soft noise, a humming sound, or more like a buzzing sound. Then she heard moans of pleasure from the other side of the bedroom wall. Bambi then knew that the buzz was from a vibrator, and the moans were from Cassi. The moans rose slowly to a crescendo and then crashed, once, twice, three times over the next twenty minutes. By the time Cassi had her second orgasm, Bambi was fingering her own pussy, enjoying the simple pleasure while listening to her friend. Bambi wondered how much Cassi’s enjoyed her orgasms.

Then Cassi’s room went silent. Soon thereafter Bambi fell asleep.

– – – – –

The next morning, Bambi got up and went into the kitchen, totally naked, the way she always slept. Cassi was there, dressed only in a t-shirt and panties, looking in the refrigerator at the few food items they had brought as they moved in the previous day.

When Cassi heard Bambi enter, she turned to see her roommate. She was surprised, not only that Bambi was naked, but that Bambi was so casual about being naked. Cassi also noticed that Bambi was completely bare around her pussy and thought to herself that maybe she should also shave down there, as she often had to trim the hairs of her full bush that showed when she wore a bathing suit.

“If you walk around like that , I may just jump your bones.” Cassi remarked.

Cassi and Bambi were always verbally playing with each other. But Cassi also had a secret crush on Bambi, feelings and desires she had never shared with her best friend.

“If you were going to do that, you would have done so already.” Bambi replied with a laugh.

Cassi decided to take that challenge and she made a move. She stepped forward in front of Bambi, wrapped her arms around her friend, and gave her roommate Şerifali Escort an open mouthed, full tongue kiss. In addition to the kiss, each could feel Cassi’s 34C tits pressed against Bambi’s 36D tits, separated only by Cassi’s t-shirt. All these feelings made Cassi’s body tingle.

Bambi was totally caught off guard by Cassi’s advancements. She froze, then appeared to melt into the kiss. Then, unsure of what they were doing, she suddenly pushed away, her hands on Cassi’s breasts. Hands that lingered a bit longer than necessary.

They locked eyes upon one another, both their minds processing a million thoughts. What just happened? How did they feel? What did the other think? Might this be a major change to their relationship? Each had these and many more thoughts.

Bambi was the first to speak, fumbling for what to say.

“I didn’t know you were such a great kisser. What got into you?”

“Seeing you all naked and sexy like that got my motor running.” Cassi replied.

“Oh, I heard your motor running last night.” Bambi replied with a chuckle.

“Huh?” Cassi was perplexed.

“I heard your vibrator last night.” Bambi explained. “We must have thin walls.”

“You heard that?” Cassi inquired.

“All three orgasms. That last one must have been a whopper.” Bambi answered.

Cassi blushed and tried to recover quickly.

“You know Mike’s out of town. A girl has to do what a girl has to do.” Cassi explained, more than happy to be discussing her self-pleasure activities rather than trying to explain the kiss she had just given Bambi.

“Whatever.” Bambi replied.

Cassi then asked, “Now that we have our own place, should I expect to see Ryan here often?”

“Not much. Maybe once or twice a week. Ryan’s just a fuck buddy. He’s not a keeper. Not a long term thing. I’ll continue to see other guys. ” Bambi answered, and then added, “And what about Mike coming here to see you? How often will that happen?”

“Some.” Cassi replied. “Maybe we need to discuss some rules for having guys in our apartment.”

“And sometime we need to discuss that kiss you just gave me.” Bambi added as she turned and walked back towards her bedroom. “For now, I need a shower.”

– – – – –

After showers and breakfast, the two women walked to the local market to buy groceries for their apartment. They also bought a couple of six-packs of beer. They rationalized their beer purchase as every young woman who intended to entertain a man in their apartment, needed to have a supply of beer. It didn’t hurt that they also enjoyed drinking beer themselves.

After shopping, they both put on their bikinis and headed out to the pool. Bambi wore a very skimpy red string bikini that revealed a lot of flesh. Cassi wore a more modest bikini that made her look sexy, but covered her more. The pool was obviously the center of the apartment complex’s social scene. Some number of young adults were already in and around the pool. Someone had music playing from speakers set in their open apartment windows. There was more than one ice chest of beer. People chatted, flirted, and playfully made contact with members of the opposite sex.

As Bambi and Cassi were obviously newcomers to the complex, many of the others introduced themselves. The guys who were unattached, were hitting on Bambi and Cassi. Bambi was basking in the attention, and enjoying flirting with the guys. Cassi played it cool and told everyone that she had a boyfriend. She spent more time talking with the other females, learning more about who was who, and all the local gossip.

Later in the evening, the sun was setting and the residents filtered back to their apartments. Bambi and Cassi eventually returned to their apartment, took showers, dressed and sat together in the living room. Cassi wore running shorts and a camisole top. Bambi wore only lace trimmed thong panties.

“Really?” asked Cassi. “Is that all you’re wearing? What if someone comes to the door? What will you wear when Mike comes over?”

“I thought you liked looking at my tits?” Bambi asks coyly. She was looking for a reaction, still wondered about the kiss Cassi gave her that morning.

“Maybe I do.” Cassi replied, trying to be vague. She was unsure how Bambi would accept her advances. “But I think that most times, you should be a bit more covered.”

“OK.” Bambi replied. She was disappointed that she wasn’t likely to learn more about Cassi’s feelings. She rose and walked towards her bedroom, swinging her hips as she walked. She sensed that Cassi was watching her cute ass, and wondered if she really wanted to tease her roommate.

“How about we order a pizza?” Cassi called out to Bambi.

“Yeah! Do that.” Bambi replied from her bedroom.

Using an App on her cell phone , Cassi placed the pizza order.

Bambi returned to the living room wearing a short pleated skirt and a tight t-shirt. She obviously was not wearing a bra and her nipples were very visible.

“So miss smarty pants.” Bambi addressed Üsküdar Escort Cassi. “What other rules do you have in mind for our apartment?”

“I think that when either of us are intimate with a guy, it should be done in the bedroom.” Cassi offered.

“What! No sex while I’m bent over the back of the sofa?” Bambi said sarcastically while actually meaning it. Bent over the sofa or a chair was one of her favorite ways of being taken.

“You wouldn’t want me, or me and Mike to walk in on you having sex in the living room, would you?” Cassi asked in reply.

“Mmmm. That would be a bit kinky.” Bambi said with a sly grin on her face. And then she added, “OK. If you insist. No sex in the living room.”

“And we need a way to know if there’s a guy in the apartment.” added Cassi. “Some sort of sign.”

“You mean like a sock on the doorknob? I hear guys do that in the college dorms.” Bambi replied. “Or maybe a ‘Sex In Progress’ sign on the door?”

Both laughed at the idea.

“We don’t want to tell the world we’re having sex with someone.” Cassi answered. “We need something we can see as soon as we enter the door.”

“I could drop my panties on the floor just inside the door. They are usually the first item I take off when I’m about to have sex.” Bambi suggested.

Cassi just stared at her roommate in disbelief.

Bambi quickly continued. “Oops. That won’t work. Sometimes I lose my panties before getting home. You wouldn’t believe how many panties I’ve lost in the backseat of a car.”

“You slut!” Cassi said in mock disgust as she playfully slapped Bambi on the leg. She was well aware of Bambi’s sexual escapades.

Cassi continued. “We have this cute flower pot near the door. It is red on one side and green on the other. We could turn the green side to the door meaning ‘Go, all’s clear’ or turn the red side to the door to mean ‘Stop, man in the apartment’.

Bambi nodded in agreement.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

“Must be the pizza.” said Cassi.

“I got this!” announced Bambi as she jumped up and answered the door.

A young man was holding the pizza, likely a college freshman delivering pizza as a summer job. He handed Bambi the pizza as she gave him the money. Bambi set the pizza down and turned back to the open door. The delivery guy was just standing there, gawking at her chest and her nipples which visibly poked out the thin fabric of her shirt.

Bambi got a naughty idea. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up to her neck, fully exposing her large tits to the young man. His eyes got wide and his mouth fell open. Bambi held that a moment, and then pulled down her shirt.

“Shows over! Thanks for the pizza.” she announced as she closed the door.

“Oh. . . . My . . . . God!” exclaimed Cassi slowly. “I can’t believe you did that! What if he was underage?”

“All the delivery drivers have to be at least 18 for commercial liability coverage.” Bambi replied. “It was just a quickie titty flash. No big deal. Besides, he’ll tell all the other delivery drivers about the special tip he got. I bet we’ll have the best delivery service for the rest of the summer.”

“But we’ll have to flash our tits for all of them.” pleaded Cassi.

“I don’t have a problem with that.” replied Bambi. “It should be a lot of fun. Did you see the way he stared?”

Cassi just shook her head in amazement and then took a bite of the pizza.

– – – – –

Later that night, the roommates had gone to bed. Tomorrow would be another day of work and school, and they needed some sleep. It had been a weekend of work on Saturday as they moved into their apartment, and some amount of fun on Sunday out by the pool. They both were happy with their new apartment.

Bambi anticipated that Cassi would be masturbating again with her vibrator. She had her own vibrator ready to join her roommate from the other side of the wall separating their bedrooms. As soon as Bambi heard the buzz of Cassi’s vibrator, she turned on her own vibe and held it to her slit.

“I hear that.” Cassi said as she continued to pleasure herself.

“Maybe I wanted you to.” replied Bambi.

Each had similar thoughts. Neither had ever masturbated with another person. They weren’t in the same room, but they could hear each other. As their arousal increased, each became more vocal, moaning out loud in pleasure. Hearing the other only increased their own arousal.

“Oh god. I’m so horny.” moaned Bambi.

“Me too. Damn this feels good!” replied Cassi.

Over the next several minutes, they kept masturbating. The buzz of vibrators continued as their moans and comments became louder and more frequent.

“OH FUCK! I’M CUMMING!” said Bambi in a loud voice as she climaxed.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” replied Cassi as she had her orgasm just moments later.

The situation was a new, surreal experience for both. Each became more aroused knowing that the other was just a few feet away on the other Ümraniye Escort side of the wall, using a vibrator as they were, to produce intense sexual self pleasure.

After a few quiet moments, Cassi heard Bambi’s vibrator buzzing again.

“Another?” Cassi asked, surprised that Bambi was still horny.

“First one felt so good, fuck yeah I want another one.” Bambi replied as she began to moan.

Cassi joined her and again they masturbated together, each in their own room. They both had several great orgasms before collapsing into sleep.

– – – – –

The next morning Bambi and Cassi prepared for work and school. Initially they didn’t speak about their shared masturbation experience the night before, unsure how the other might react. They took the bus together into downtown, Bambi heading to the hotel where she worked, and Cassi heading to the community college campus for her morning classes. She would later be at the restaurant for her waitress duties.

As they got off the bus, about to walk in different directions, Bambi finally spoke about the previous night.

“Really hot stuff last night.” Bambi said.

“We need to do that again.” Cassi replied.

“See you later back at our place.” Bambi added as she walked away. She knew that she would be home a couple of hours before Cassi finished her dinner shift at the restaurant.

Work was uneventful for Bambi, but she kept thinking about how erotic the masturbation had been the night before. Her pussy tingled all day. She didn’t think she was gay, or had any sexual interest in other women, but she couldn’t stop thinking about what she and Cassi did together, even in separate rooms.

By mid afternoon, Bambi sent a text message to Ryan: “Need you bad. My new place. 9:00.”

Likewise Cassi also thought about the shared masturbation experience all day long. She knew she had some special feelings for her best friend, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted sex with Bambi, or what. That kiss Sunday morning had been very nice. At least she wanted to do that again. And she had watched Bambi’s rear when her roommate walked away from her the previous day. She remembered thinking that Bambi had a really nice ass.

But what were Bambi’s feelings? Cassi didn’t want to cross some line and lose Bambi as a friend and roommate. Cassi knew she wanted to be with Bambi, to see her as soon as she could. She couldn’t wait for her shift to be over and to get home as quickly as possible.

Ryan arrived at Cassi and Bambi’s apartment promptly at nine o’clock. Bambi had stripped down to her bra and panties. Her hand had been inside her panties, fingering herself for several minutes. She was horny, very horny, and needed Ryan to fuck her hard. Once Ryan was inside the door, Bambi pulled him back into her bedroom. In a moment, she had stripped naked.

Ryan removed his clothes quickly, recognizing that Bambi was in a hurry. As he pulled down his pants and underwear, Bambi fell to her knees in front of him and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, intent on giving Ryan a quick erection. Bambi licked and sucked his cock, all the while fondling his large balls. Ryan was well endowed and she wanted him especially hard. Bambi appreciated that he could fuck her to several orgasms before having his own climax. And that is what she needed right now.

Cassi arrived at the apartment about 9:30. Immediately after opening the front door and entering, she could hear Bambi’s voice from her bedroom.

“Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Fill my cunt with your cock!” Bambi was quite loud with her exhortations.

Bambi’s vocalizations only confirmed to Cassi that Bambi was a slut. Regardless, Cassi still loved her friend.

Cassi quickly became horny while listening to Bambi and Ryan having loud, noisy sex. She went to her own bedroom, stripped naked and lay on her bed. While Ryan was ramming his larger than average cock into Bambi’s cunt, Cassi was in the next room fingering her own pussy.

Bambi screamed, “OH FUCK! I’M CUMMING” as her third orgasm of the evening ripped through her body. Then Ryan could be heard groaning as he had his own orgasm.

Cassi was desperately finger fucking herself trying to have an orgasm as quickly and as quietly as possible. Frustratingly, she just wasn’t quite able to get there. Mentally, she was very conflicted. She was happy that Bambi was having such hot sex. But Cassi also had a feeling that she wanted to be the person having sex with Bambi and sharing an extraordinary experience. Frustrated, she gave up trying to have an orgasm, even though she was very horny. She put on shorts and a tank top and went to the kitchen to find a bite to eat.

“Hey Cassi.” Ryan said as he came out of Bambi’s room and was heading towards the front door.

“Hey Ryan.” Cassi replied. Cassi and Ryan knew each other through Bambi, but didn’t know each other very well. But they were always polite with each other.

“I hope we weren’t too loud.” Ryan said, wishing Cassi hadn’t heard much.

“These walls are thin. I think I heard every orgasm. Sounded like you two had a bang-up time.” Cassi replied as she smiled at Ryan.

Ryan was a bit embarrassed that Cassi had heard so much. “I gotta go.” he said as he hurried out the door.

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Everyone has their secrets. Here’s one of mine:

*****

My relationship with my boyfriend started as a one-night stand, and soon we both fell hard for each other. Within 2 years we were living together, and 6 years later all I would think about was leaving. No relationship is perfect, but mine soon became full of deception and verbal abuse, lack of conversation…and, ultimately, lack of intimacy. I craved a diversion.

When he left to visit family (or so he said) in the Dominican Republic, I decided to take advantage of his absence and try to have some fun. I was only 28 at the time with no children.

It was a hot and humid day in early July. I just got to work but I couldn’t wait to leave. The shift seemed to last forever. I worked the PM shift at a hotel in Manhattan at the time. The schedule was 3 to 11. Time flew when it was busy, but today was a quiet day. Not too many people coming or going.

My coworkers were my saving grace. Around 10 they started talking about going out and grabbing some drinks after work at a lounge in the Bronx. It didn’t matter that it was a Wednesday. There’s always somewhere to go to drink and dance. At first I was skeptical, but they talked me into it.

At 11:15 I was in the locker room checking my reflection in the huge mirror that was never properly cleaned. At least I could still see myself past all the handprints and various smudges. 5’8, very curvy with most of my weight in my hips thighs and ass. I lost 20lbs recently so my tummy was flat and my breasts were small but I was ok with that. My most noticeable feature was my face. People always told me that my face reminded them of either Angelina Jolie or Charlize Theron…I don’t think they look alike, at all. Long black hair, big blue eyes, a small nose, full pretty lips. I was great with makeup, too.

Turning around to check out my big butt, I realized that the high waist leggings that I wore today were a bit see-through and showed the tattoo on my butt cheek. “Oh well…” I wear a uniform at work, so I dressed mainly for comfort today, not planning on going anywhere besides work and home. So here I was in a tight white t-shirt, high waist black leggings, and black strappy sandals; a simple outfit that managed to accentuate my small waist and wide hips. I let my long hair down and put on some lipgloss.

“Did you bring anything to change into?” asked Şerifali Escort my coworker Jenny. She was a petite pretty thing with caramel skin and long blonde hair. Jenny was wearing a white clingy mini dress. I guess she planned this earlier.

“No, If I go with you guys I have to go like this”.

“Girl, you look sexy anyway. I’ll wear flats if that makes you feel better”.

We spent a few more minutes in front of the mirror and then met up with the guys. I had no romantic interest in none of them but the 3 of them were fun to be around and always had me laughing.

It was 1am when we pulled up in front of the lounge. I drove with Jenny, and the guys were in a separate car. After a frustrating 20 minutes looking for parking I was dying for a Long Island.

Walking up to the main entrance of the lounge, I couldn’t help but notice a bunch of motorcycles outside to the right of the building.

“Ooo…biker boysss” whispered Jenny grabbing my arm. I laughed.

As soon as we walked inside, the guys picked a table and ordered two bottles and a hookah. I wasn’t in the mood for vodka and cranberry so I ordered myself a Long Island iced tea and got lost in the bachata music blasting from the speakers.

Mike, one of my coworkers, stood up and pulled me to dance with him. As he spun me around, I noticed the group of guys in the right corner of the room. They occupied at least 5 tables and all of them were bikers. All of them young, in their 20’s & 30’s…Latino (mostly Dominican and Puerto Rican I thought)…and HOTTTTTT. Tall, dark, tattooed…wearing jeans, white tanks or t-shirts and navy vests with the name of their motorcycle crew on them. Some were looking in our direction. MY direction. Suddenly I felt a little self-conscious with all these eyes on me.

“Mike, I’m gonna go for a smoke. Be right back.” I told him and grabbed my purse from the table. Jenny and the other two were busy taking turns with the hookah and downing shots.

I tried not to look in the direction of the bikers as I walked past them to go outside.

The cooler night air felt amazing on my heated skin. That drink was strong. Especially on an empty stomach. I wasn’t surprised that I was already feeling a bit buzzed. I never sip my drinks…I gulp them down right away.

I took long pulls of my cigarette enjoying the moment.

“So which one is your Ümraniye Escort boyfriend, beautiful?” a deep voice startled me. I turned to my left and saw one of the biker guys walking over to me grinning. He was tall, very tall…maybe 6’4 with muscular arms covered with tattoos. His eyes were dark and the way his eyebrows were shaped made him look angry but his lips were full and turned up in a smirk.

“What?” I answered.

“The guys you’re with…which one is your man?” he repeated, grabbing my hand helping himself to the lighter that I was holding. His action shocked me and I took a step away from him. He handed back the lighter after lighting his cigarette.

“You’re welcome…” I said, annoyed. “And they are just my friends. We work together”

“I see…so where’s the hubby”

“That’s none of your business” I was getting a little irritated.

“Relax mami, I’m asking cause you look too good to be out without your man…and I know you have one.”

“You’re right, I do…but he’s not around so I’m just having an evening out with friends. Can’t a girl just enjoy herself without supervision?”

“Ok ok…what’s your name?” he asked, his eyes staring into mine. He had this mischievous look on his face that was unnerving.

“Katya” I answered.

“I’m James…you like bikes?” he asked pointing to the sporty motorcycles parked by the wall.

“They scare me” I was being honest. I had a fear of motorcycles ever since my cousin crashed one and ended up a vegetable in a wheelchair.

“That red & white Suzuki is mine…you should let me take you for a ride…I’ll take it easy at first so you’ll get used to it.”

“I don’t think so. I’m too much of a chicken. Maybe one day I would get on one but not anytime soon” I answered. “I’m going back in to my friends. It was nice meeting you.” I said and turned towards the door.

“Ok baby…I’ll come find you later” he replied. I swear I heard him murmur “Mmm” when I turned around and I felt his eyes on my ass until the door closed behind me.

God he was sexy. Totally my type and more. I hoped he would find me later.

I squeezed my way through the dancing bodies to our table. I couldn’t believe how packed this place has become on a Wednesday.

Jenny was shaking her ass to the beat and the guys had found themselves dancing partners.

“Katya! Take shots with meee!” Üsküdar Escort she yelled when she saw me.

“Ok fine” I gave in to her cute puppy dog eyes and we downed a few. I had to keep reminding myself that I drove, and I had to watch myself. I felt more than buzzed and I knew that I had to dance this off. The DJ was awesome mixing Salsa, bachata, merengue, reggae, house, hip hop, 80s freestyle…a little bit of everything.

My eyes were closed, hips swaying when I felt strong arms around me. I spun around was pulled against James’ chest. He smelled like Dolce&Gabbana cologne and cigarettes. I felt his hands slide down my sides and gasped as he cupped and squeezed my ass. I felt his hot breath by my ear and a chill went down my spine.

“I told you I’d find you. Come…” he said and pulled me towards a different corner of the lounge. Apparently, he knew this place well because as we turned a corner there was another room where they hold private events. It was completely empty and dimly lit with the same music blasting through the speakers in the corners.

My heart started beating fast. The music changed to bachata again. He grabbed my ass again and pulled me tight against his body. He started moving his hips and I followed his lead, distracted with his big hands palming my cheeks. I’ve never danced bachata this way. It is a sensual dance but this had me breathing hard. I’ll never forget the moment when he spun me around and then pulled me towards him again and slid his hands down my leggings and grabbed each cheek.

“Mmm all this thickness…I love it mami” he said and licked those full lips. I was getting so wet. This was so different…I felt that I had no control.

He kept on squeezing and inching his fingers lower towards my pussy but it was too much too fast for me. I pulled away from him. “I need a cigarette and some air, papi…I’ll be back” I said and without looking at his face I left the room.

Weaving through the crowd was a blur but I finally made it outside. I leaned against the cold brick wall taking deep breaths. I felt beads of sweat rolling down my neck and in between my breasts. My pussy was wet and I was incredibly horny.

I pulled out a cigarette but couldn’t find my lighter. My head was down as I was digging through my purse so I didn’t see him coming until I heard him right in front of me.

“Looking for this?” I looked up and there was James holding out my lighter. But before I got a chance to take it from him he put it back in his pocket and grabbed my arms pulling them up above my head pinning me to the wall.

And then he leaned down and kissed me.

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