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I work at a grocery store. Nothing glamourous about it. Pays good, manager is a reasonable person. One of the perks is I get to replace meaningful relationships with helping random people that come through. I jest, I still have friends, but I do get great satisfaction out of helping people find things they need or reach things or whatnot. It also helps when those customers are looking for more interesting things, or they’re a cute woman.

Now, I’m not a creep. I help them, thank them for coming in and don’t hassle them any further. There is one woman who had been coming in regularly. A little shorter than me, nice sense of style. Always had this nice pair of red earrings on, easy to spot whenever she came in. She even started seeing me out since I was always so helpful. Then, after weeks of building up rapport and interacting, she stops coming in. I wondered for a while why she left, but it didn’t matter really, people come and go.

Though, after months, and a pay raise, I saw her again. It had been a day like any other working Kartal escort the aisles like I do. I glanced down an aisle and saw a woman standing there, looking at the baby section. I almost didn’t think about it before stepping down the aisle, then I smiled. I recognized the red earrings. I approach her, like any other customer and ask if she needs help. Her outfit was cute as ever: Long sleeve stripped shirt, knee length skirt and leggings. She was… thicker than before. Had she put on weight? Her clothing was tight. Hips looked wide and I could see how her skirt hugged her rear so nicely. Looking at her shirt again, I could see now that it seemed to be some kind of crop top. Interesting choice, but cute overall. She hears me ask her if she needs assistance and she smiles at me. Then, she turns towards me

Each steps sends slight waves up her thighs to her hips, but the real spectacle was her belly. It was huge. It was round. It was, she was pregnant. Her shirt probably wasn’t a crop top, it just couldn’t reach all Kurtköy Escort the way over it, leaving a small expanse of skin uncovered underneath, her outturned belly button visible. My eyes moved further up and saw her previously modest breasts had swollen to be as big as her head, neatly contained in what looked like a properly fitting bra. My eyes flick up to her face, and she winks at me with a smile.

“Long time no see!” she voice chirps

“Y-yea! Wondered where you’d gone” I reply, blushing as she caught me completely flat footed. “Have you been doing well?” I stammer out

“As well as being pregnant will let me be, which I can’t complain. Triplets.”

“I– triplets? Really?” I continue to be caught off guard

“Yea, I could see it on your face, you wanted to know.” She gave a sly grin. “Right?”

“I did, yea.” I reply, secretly loving her teasing, “There is something else I’d like to ask, though”

“Oh?” She stepped close to me, setting down a set of baby bottles, coming close enough for Pendik Escort her belly to rub against me, “And what’s that?”

“May I touch your belly?” I ask, feeling arousal well up deep within me.

“okay, but be gentle!” she replied, stepping back and lifting her shirt up enough to expose her chest, her black bra confidently holding her boobs on place atop her huge belly. I’m speechless. I reach forward and tentatively touch the taught skin of her gravid belly. I gasp and pull my hands away as her belly moves, a small foot pressing against the skin. “Don’t worry, you’re okay” she reassured me. I return my hands and start rubbing small circles with my palms. Then gently gripping with my fingers making larger circles, trying to cover more of the large expanse of her. I finally look at her face, she’s beaming at me and blushing.

“No need to stop,” She breathed, “Keep going.”

I need no further encouragement as she leans a bit into me, My hands exploring all around her belly, slight movements from within following my hands occasionally. Suddenly, she turns and presses her back against me, her soft rear against my erection as my hands kept massaging.

“Glad you’re enjoying it as much as me.” she moans.

“There’s nothing I could enjoy more.” I whisper into her ear.

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Ron Wilson paused by the entrance to the mall food court and surveyed the crowd. Not too bad, he thought, and he proceeded in. Deciding on Chinese food, he placed his order and paid. It was awkward carrying three shopping bags and balahincing the tray, but somehow he managed. He’d just picked out a vacant table and was maneuvering towards it when he heard his name.

“Mr. Wilson? Is that you Mr. Wilson?” He turned and saw a pretty young woman waving at him. He examined her, trying to place her. The face looked familiar, featuring big brown eyes and nice, full lips, all framed with gently waving golden brown hair that flowed over her shoulders and onto her back. She was medium height and wore faded blue jeans and a tee shirt that did a barely adequate job of concealing her attractive bosom while leaving an inch of her stomach exposed.

Jenny Roberts, he thought, finally able to match the face with a name. Jenny had been a student of his 3 years ago at the local high school. A bright young lady, he recalled. Lots of potential, and the personality to go with it.

Managing a smile, the 45 year old teacher began moving through the crowd in her direction. “Hi Jenny, it’s good to see you,” he said when he finally reached her.

“I thought that was you, Mr. Wilson,” she smiled. He stood awkwardly for a moment, carefully balancing his tray and the shopping bags. “Here, let me help you,” she said, reaching for his tray. “You can join me for a bit, can’t you?”

“Sure, I’d love to,” he answered as he set the bags down and took off his coat. When he finally got settled into his chair, he smiled. “So, doing a little Christmas shopping?” he asked, pointing at the pile of shopping bags she had already accumulated.

“Yep, just finished,” she answered. “So what have you been up to, Mr. Wilson?”

“Pretty much the same old stuff,” he shrugged. “How about you?”

They ended up talking for about 30 minutes, mostly about her — college, boy friends, work, etc. She was in the first semester of her third year at the local university. She’d lived in the dorm her first two years, even though her parents lived less than 15 miles from school. This year her and her girl friend — “you remember Cindy Young don’t you?” — had gotten a small apartment off campus, right in the heart of the “student ghetto.” She had a boyfriend, but it wasn’t really serious.

Finally, Jenny looked at her watch. “It’s getting late. I’m supposed to call my girlfriend for a ride home. If I don’t catch her soon, she’s likely to disappear for the evening.”

“I live over towards the university. I’d be happy to give you a ride home,” Ron offered.

“Thanks Mr. Wilson. That’s so sweet. But I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“It’s no imposition at all, really.”

“Well, if you’re sure you don’t mind, that would be great,” she smiled.

Two minutes later they had their coats on, the bags organized and were heading for the mall exit.

* * *

“Well here we are,” Jenny said, pointing at the apartment building in front of them.

Ron pulled into a parking space and put the car in park.

“I hate to impose any more than I already have,” Jenny said. “But would you mind giving me a hand with the bags?”

“Not at all.” He grabbed some bags and followed her up the stairs, waiting patiently by her apartment door while she fumbled through her purse for the keys.

“Just put the bags on the kitchen table, Mr. Wilson,” Jenny said when she finally got the door open. He followed her into the kitchen and did as instructed.

“Let me take you coat,” she smiled. “Can I get you a drink?”

“I really shouldn’t stay,” Ron said, suddenly uncomfortable at the prospect of being alone with an attractive former student in her apartment.

“Of course you should stay. You don’t have any urgent plans, do you?”

“No, I don’t,” he admitted. “Okay, but I can’t stay long.”

“Great,” she exclaimed. “Have a seat on the sofa. Would you like something to drink? A Coke? Beer?”

“A Coke would be great,” he responded as he moved towards the sofa.

He settled onto the sofa while she poured the drinks. “Would you like to see the things I got?” she asked as she brought in the drinks.

“Sure, I’d love too.”

“Great.” She set the drinks down on the end table and rushed back to the kitchen, returning with the shopping bags in hand.

“I got this for Mom,” she said, pulling out a beautiful, ornate music box. “She’s really into things like this. Do you think she’ll like it?

He looked at the box. “It’s beautiful. I’m sure she’ll love it.”

She put the music box down and went to the next bag. “This is for dad. He’s a real golf nut.” She pulled out a sweater with a golfer on the front.

“Well,” Ron said. “If he’s into Kartal escort golf, he’ll love that.”

She proceed to show him the CD she got for her brother, and the blouse she got for her girlfriend.

“There’s one more thing, Mr. Wilson,” she said. “It’s for my boyfriend, but I’m not sure he’ll like it. I could sure use a man’s opinion. Would you mind?”

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “Of course not.”

“Great,” she said as she jumped to her feet. “I’ll be right back.” She grabbed the last bag and disappeared into the bedroom.

He sat patiently, surveying the living room while he waited. It was a good size room — for an apartment — and decently furnished. Nothing about it really stood out, other than the fact that it was very clean. Definitely not the apartment of a college boy, he chuckled.

It was another couple of minutes before he heard the bedroom door opening. “Ready or not,” she cried.

Not!!!

He was definitely not ready for what he saw. He was certain he was staring, mouth hanging open. But a white satin robe that barely reached below her buttocks, open in front to below her cleavage, with a delicate sash holding it loosely together, was not what he expected!

He tried to say something, but nothing came out. So he stared at her, mesmerized.

“Do you think my boyfriend will like it?” she cooed as she twirled slowly before him.

Finally able to pull his eyes away from her body, he looked into her eyes and nodded, his confusion obvious.

She laughed lightly and slid onto the sofa beside him, her legs curled up under her. She placed her hand lightly on his chest. “Oh poor Mr. Wilson. Didn’t you realize that I had a crush on you in high school?”

He shook his head almost imperceptibly. “I should be leaving now,” he said, finally finding his voice.

“No, wait,” she said suddenly. “I almost forgot the best part of the present.” She raised quickly to her knees and lifted her left leg over his lap. She faced him, straddling his legs, her barely covered body just a foot in front of him. “The panties,” she said seductively.

She moved her hands slowly to the sash while he could only sit there in disbelief, still not comfortable with what was happening. She untied the sash and let the ends fall free, holding the garment together with her hands. The next thing he knew, he was staring at her naked breasts as the robe slid gently down her arms and onto the floor.

He knew he was staring, but he couldn’t help it. Her beautiful, naked breasts were only 12 short inches from his face, rising and falling with each breath she took, their nipples pointing excitedly towards him.

“The panties, Mr. Wilson,” she giggled. “You’re supposed to be looking at the panties.”

But he continued to stare, barely aware that she’d spoken.

“Mr. Wilson,” she said again, firmer this time. Grudgingly, he tore his eyes from her bosom and looked into her eyes.

“The panties, Mr. Wilson.”

He lowered his eyes to her panties, what there was of them. They were white, lacy things with barely enough material in front to cover her obviously trimmed pussy. The sides were nothing more than fancy laces, tied together on each side in bows.

“They tie, Mr. Wilson. Like this.” And she grabbed an end on each side and pulled until the bows came untied. Slowly, she pulled the garment through her legs and held it up in front of him.

“Well, do you think he’ll like them?”

Speechless, mesmerized, paralyzed. They all described Ron Wilson’s state at the moment as he sat with a naked young woman hovering before him. Somehow he managed to nod his head, not really sure what he was agreeing with.

She dragged the damp panties slowly over his face and released them, leaving them draped over his head. “Can you smell me, Mr. Wilson? Can you smell what you’ve done to me?”

He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of her aroused womanhood, afraid to speak, afraid to shatter the illusion.

“Well, what do you plan to do about it?” she challenged.

But still, he just sat there, waiting.

Finally, she sighed. “Am I going to have to do everything, Mr. Wilson?” Without waiting for the answer she knew wasn’t coming, she removed the panties from his head and stuffed them into his shirt pocket. “Those are for you,” she smiled as she took hold of his hands and raised them to her breasts. She pressed the hands against her, until she felt them responding on their own.

The fog was clearing slowly for Ron Wilson, but it was clearing. What had to have been an illusion –a dream — was gradually reforming into reality. And the reality was that there was a naked young woman nearly 25 years his junior straddling his lap, and his hands were holding her tits.

“Jenny, Kurtköy Escort I . . .” he stuttered.

“Yes, Mr. Wilson?”

He wanted to tell her how he still looked at her as his student, and about the emotional turmoil he was going through. He wanted to tell her that he was flattered, but he just couldn’t stay. But what he said was nothing, as he leaned forward slowly and took a nipple in his mouth.

“Oh yes, Mr. Wilson,” Jenny sighed as she ran her fingers through his hair.

He massaged her breasts gently as he sucked on first one nipple, then the other. As his confidence grew, his teacher-student phobia faded and the intensity of his massages grew.

Jenny could feel the fires deep within her burning fiercely. From the moment she’d seen Mr. Wilson at the mall, the feelings had been building, until the teenager’s crush she thought she’d long outgrown gripped her body. Sitting beside him in the car, unable to touch him, had been almost more than she could bear. And now he was holding her, massaging her breasts, kissing them, biting them.

She lowered her head so her hair was cascading over them both and pulled him harder against her, moaning as he bit down gently on her excited tips. And then slowly, grudgingly, she pushed him away and climbed to her feet.

Ron allowed his eyes to drink in the beauty of the young woman standing before him, still not completely certain he wasn’t dreaming. For several moments, Jenny just stood there, allowing his eyes to wander freely. Then without a word, she reached for his hands and pulled him to his feet. She released his hands, turned, and headed towards the bedroom.

Mr. Wilson held his position as she walked away, his eyes drawn instinctively to her exquisite ass. It wasn’t until she disappeared into her bedroom that he was able to move. For an ever so brief moment, he thought about leaving. But then he smiled. Who was he kidding? Jenny Roberts had been one of the prettiest girls in school. Even an old-fart teacher could see that. And all she’d done in the three years since he’d seen her last was get prettier — and much, much sexier.

The next thing he knew, his feet were moving, carrying his aroused body towards her bedroom. He entered the room and saw her lying on the bed, her body illuminated by the soft light of the nightstand lamp. He looked down on her, watching as one hand wandered slowly over her bosom and the other hand moved gently between her legs.

There eyes met as his own hands began unbuttoning his shirt. Soon the shirt was lying on the floor. He quickly kicked off his shoes as his hands began working on his belt. A moment later Ron was sliding his pants down his legs and onto the floor. He bent over, quickly removed his socks and stood back up. The two stared at each other, Ron at the exquisite young beauty lying before him, stroking her already aroused body, and Jenny at the 8 inch erection standing up proudly before him.

Jenny spread her legs wide as he knelt between them. He leaned forward, carefully supporting his weight on his arms as he stretched his body over hers. And then slowly, he lowered himself onto her.

She wrapped her arms around him as their lips met, their tongues diving passionately into each other’s mouth. And he felt her legs wrapping around him and her pussy gyrating against him.

And then she rolled him over so she was on top, their lips never separating. He ran his hands through her hair, before allowing them to wander over her back and down to her ass. He grabbed her cheeks, massaging them as she rubbed her body against him.

And then she pulled her lips away slightly and looked into his eyes. Their lips came together again briefly, but their eyes never closed. And then Ron smiled deviously as he rolled her onto her back and began sliding down her body.

He took hold of her tits, one in each hand, and squeezed them roughly. “Oh, yes, Mr. Wilson,” Jenny moaned as she squirmed beneath him. She grabbed the back of his head as he lowered his mouth to her nipples, encouraging him to continue. His mouth bounced back and forth between the beautiful mounds, licking them, kissing them. And when his teeth bit down on Jenny’s left nipple, she gasped, arching her back to offer him even more encouragement.

Reluctantly, Ron’s mouth left her bosom. He slid further down her body, kissing her ribs and the top of her stomach while his hands still worked her breasts. He slid lower, kissing her stomach and bellybutton, before finally allowing his hands to abandon her tits.

And then he was there, poised above her wanton pussy, holding her legs spread wide with his hands.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Wilson. Please eat my pussy.” Ron looked up briefly to see Jenny’s hands squeezing the Maltepe Escort same breasts that his had so recently abandoned, before he redirected his attention to her pussy. He spread her lips to uncover her clit before carefully lowering his mouth to the swollen bud.

“Oh, yes!” Jenny gasped as she felt his tongue dancing over her love button. She squirmed beneath him, trying to make herself even more available. She nearly came on the spot when he closed his lips over the magic button.

When her teacher shifted his position and inserted two fingers from his right hand into her flowing pussy, her hands grabbed his head, pulling him even closer. He began pumping his fingers into her lovebox, slowly at first, but gradually picking up the pace. He could hear the animal-like moans coming from her mouth as he continued sucking her clit while he pounded her pussy.

And then suddenly her body stiffened, her back arching off the bed. She pulled his mouth hard against her while her thighs clamped down on his head. And then she came, her juices oozing out of her pussy as her body shook. And then she came some more.

When her body finished shuddering, she relaxed her grip, finally allowing him up. He slid over her leg and crawled up the bed until he was on his side lying beside her. For a while she lay on her back, her breathing still heavy. When she finally calmed down, she rolled onto her side facing him.

“That was very good, Mr. Wilson,” she smiled, her hand reaching for his still erect cock. “Can I have some more, please?”

She ran her fingers gently up the underside of his cock before allowing them to encircle his girth and begin stroking him slowly. All the while, her eyes never left his. After several seconds she pushed him slowly onto his back, bending over so her head was hovering over his manhood. She lowered her mouth to his meat, her hair falling onto his stomach. She kissed his cock gently, circling it with her tongue. And then she carefully eased him into her mouth and grabbed his balls.

She heard him gasp as she bobbed her head slowly up and down while continued to massage his balls gently. And then she lifted her head and looked at him. “I hope you don’t mind too much if I finish this later Mr. Wilson,” she cooed, giving him one more squeeze before letting him go completely and sitting up. “But I’ve got something else in mind at the moment.”

She eased one leg over his torso so she was hovering over his erection, grabbed it with her hand, and guided it slowly to her pussy. “You don’t mind, Mr. Wilson, do you?” she said as she lowered herself onto his waiting meat.

Ron could only gasp and shake his head as her moist, hungry pussy surrounded his cock.

“I didn’t think so,” she teased as she sank fully onto his meat. She reached out and took hold of his nipples, twirling them lightly between her fingers as she began gyrating her pussy on his cock. She released his nipples and leaned forward until her head was inches from his and her hair was cascading around them. She kissed him lightly on the lips, retreated a bit, and then returned for another quick peck, all while she continued gyrating herself on him, squeezing his meat with her pussy.

The feeling of her breasts rubbing lightly over his made his body shiver. And when she slowly lifted herself upward, his hands shot immediately for the beautiful orbs. He heard her moan in response as he squeezed her tits, massaging them, kneading them. But when he pinched them, she yelped, grabbing his hands and pushing them to the bed beside his head, leaving her head hovering a foot or so above his.

She held him down while she pounded her pussy on his meat. Her eyes were on his as he watched her breasts bouncing wildly beneath her. She continued pumping him, grinding herself on him. And she continued to hold him down.

Ron was mesmerized by this young woman who was throwing herself at him in a way that no woman ever had. He looked into her eyes and knew she was getting close. He began thrusting his cock upward to meet her pussy. He closed his eyes, continuing to throw his meat at her while her hair danced around his face. And then he felt her body tensing up as her thrusts became more chaotic, more desperate. He felt her juices flowing as she screamed out. And with several desperate thrusts of his own, he came with her, mingling his juices with hers.

And then it was over. Jenny stayed where she was, straddling her former teacher with his meat still buried in her pussy and her torso still leaning forward, pinning his hands by his head. They both gasped for air, never taking their eyes off each other, until they finally began to calm down.

At last, Jenny smiled, and then began giggling. “How’d I do, Mr. Wilson? Did I get an ‘A’?”

Then it was Ron’s turn to laugh. “Oh, yes. That was definitely A-plus work” he smiled.

Jenny smiled, released his hands and eased her body down onto his, making sure to rub her breasts against his. “How about some extra credit?” she whispered into his ears.

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“Every class, she just sits there-looking as if she’s doing me a favor by being here.”

Truth is she was doing him a big favor. He loved to watch her saunter into class, never on time but always at the right moment. Not only did she walk in late to every class, she relished the attention it gave her. She never sat in the back so as to blend in with the folks who are already there-no! She took her time and walked slowly down the aisle’s staircase and surveyed each row to make sure all eyes were on her-and indeed they were. She was a striking young woman. Her skin was mocha brown with that twinge of gold that gave her such a beautiful, natural glow. Her legs went on for miles and her hips were round but not overt. She had a strong, athletic build, and she walked with the grace of a seasoned dancer. Her breasts were full and buoyant while her smile and beautifully sculpted face and lips made most deem her as attractive. But the eyes had it. Her eyes were dark and intense, as if they could spin the many tales of Scheherazade and more. And when she found her place- usually in the front- she sat down slowly into the chair, pointing her toes and lifting her knees slightly before she crossed her legs. And she always wore skirts or dresses. She knew that her legs were beautiful-and she loved to show them off. It was never scandalous, though. The garments usually came to her knees or just a bit above or below- but it was enough to add to that mystery she loved to create. When she sat down and crossed her legs, just a bit of fleshy thigh would peek out. Oh how he had loved watching and waiting for its return each class!

But this time, she caught his gaze lingering just a bit longer than usual. He looked away, embarrassed but she just smiled. Today she was wearing a tighter-than-usual black mini skirt with wedge sandals and a yellow tank top.

He continued to preach and profess about business marketing tactics, answering the occasional question or two, while noticing that she seemed completely uninterested in a thing he was saying. Every now and again she would look up, give a soft smile or yawn, but most of the time, she was writing. But she wasn’t taking notes. He wondered what she was writing so fervently about that it had her constant attention every time she was in his class, but he just could not get close enough to her to find out without creaming in his pants. This girl had an amazing effect on him and he wanted to know more, but the rules forbade him to do much more than offer a tutorial. So that’s what he decided to do.

“Alright, guys. Class dismissed.”

She gathered her things slowly, obviously not in a rush. She seemed like the type to drink everything in- whether it’s a drunken fight or a baby being born. Her intensity seemed to spill onto the Earth as she blessed whatever she gazed upon with her presence. But he had to stop her.

“Excuse me? Can I speak with you a moment?”

She looked confused at his question, but happily obliged and sat back in her seat as he stood in front of her. He had never been this close before. He smelled her intoxicating scent of musk, tuberose and apples. He looked down at her and their eyes met. “I notice that when you come to class, you are always late-“

“Does it bother you?”

“No, it’s not that. You come in late and you sit in the front and you never look interested in what I’m saying. And you’re always writing. But I can tell that you’re not taking notes-just writing.”

“So what do you want to know?”

He looked at her wondering which question he should ask next. Should he ask her if she thought he was interesting? If the class was interesting? Or should he ask what could Kartal escort be a personal question, of what she was writing? He went for it.

“What are you writing about in that book of yours?”

She smirked then said, “That’s personal.” He kicked himself for prying, but soon he was glad he had. “But it concerns you. So would you like to find out?” She intrigued him to no end and she knew it. She picked up the notebook, opened it and handed it to him.

“Thank you,” he said, meaning it.

“You are very welcome,” she said as she continued to smirk.

He began to read and soon his eyes started to light up. He finished a page, closed the book and chuckled.

“So this is what occupies your thoughts while you’re in my class?”

“Yes. If only they could come to life.” She studied his face for a reaction, but she was looking at the wrong part of his anatomy. He began to swell, as he fidgeted and tried to make it less obvious. Once she realized what he was doing, she stood up, leaning into him.

“So, will you allow my words to come to life?”

He knew he couldn’t say no to this amazing creature, but how could he really say yes? He was, after all, her professor-tenured, no less. His thoughts raced in his mind as he desperately tried to find the words and the actions to move but then she kissed him. He had to kiss her back. Her lips were so soft and pliable as she readily accepted his tongue to mingle with her own. She moaned as she lifted her right leg and wrapped it around his body as he held her in his arms. She tasted good, but he wanted more. He broke their passionate kiss to speak.

“We can’t do this, not here anyway. Let’s go to my office.”

She said nothing. She just picked up her things, grabbed her book from the desk and led the way. She knew where his office was because it was right across the hall from the department chair’s office. He was a longtime friend of the family and knew her parents well. Once before the door, she quickly scanned the area to see if the chair was in his office, but the lights were off and the door closed. The coast seemed to be clear. He unlocked the door and turned on the light as he let her into his lair. She had never been inside his office, but it looked just as she imagined it to be- filled with big giant books, pictures and plaques on the wall and some forest for good measure. She noticed he had a big and hard wooden chair to sit in instead of the issued leather-backed chairs.

“What’s with the old school chair, Rich?”

He was stunned. She spoke his name with the all-knowing ease of an ex-girlfriend.

“It’s better for my back.”

“Well,” she mused, “you’ll let me know if I hurt you, right?”

He couldn’t help but laugh at her gall and unabashedness. “Maybe.”

After making sure the door was locked and the blinds drawn, he walked towards her, hand out. But she turned away and walked towards his desk and sat on it.

“Here. I want you to fuck me here.”

He met her seat as he took her face into his hand and began to kiss her, once again, passionately. He inhaled deeply as she pulled him into her frame, feeling her nipples harden against his chest. He paused for a moment to search her eyes one last time for any shreds of apprehension, but found none. She smiled slyly, knowing full well what he was doing, as she had seen this look before. She pushed him away slightly as she turned her back to him.

“I’m really enjoying your class, you know. I’ve learned a lot- as you can tell from my grades.” She placed her hands square flat on the desk and bent over slightly while lifting her skirt to reveal her bare ass. Rich gasped at the Kurtköy Escort sight as she was becoming everything he imagined right before his very eyes. Looking slightly over her shoulder she said, “But I think I could’ve done much better on the last quiz. In fact I know I could have, but I was distracted as you were wearing your casual Friday skinny jeans with an awesome dick print to match.”

He knew those pants well as he often wore them out for drinks with friends. Rich was your now average, thirty something urban hipster- tall, bearded, and man-bun rocking. Sometimes he wore the compulsory dark frame glasses instead of his contacts to complete the look that waffled between skinny jeans and fitted Banana Republic chinos. Most would say he was an all-American type, replete with blue-green eyes and a killer smile to match his sharp wit. As much as he tried to not get aroused by her, he just couldn’t help it. He remembered the day as well, since she wore a flippy little white skirt, which beautifully contrasted with her milk-chocolatey skin he wished to devour.

She licked her lips and continued, “It was your fault really, but I’m the one who should be punished.”

Rich quickly scanned the room for a paddle like object and settled upon the yardstick he had in the corner. Rich then walked around to the front of the desk and broke the yardstick over his knee for effect. Never breaking gaze, Rich walked back around the desk and stood at her side.

“So Nathalia, you knew I was turned on by you?” She was silent and he continued, “You knew I was turned on by you, you wore that little white skirt, sat in the front row, and repeatedly crossed and uncrossed your legs in front of me, huh?” She remained silent. He screamed, “Answer me!” as he thwacked her cheeks with the stick.

Nathalia remained silent as he smacked her bare ass again, this time twice, as she trembled and murmured,”yes”.

He leaned over and whispered while cupping her ear, “What was that? I couldn’t hear you. Maybe I need to repeat myself…” as he whacked her again with the stick four times.

“Yes professor!” she screamed.

“That’s more like it,” he said as he placed the stick on the floor and unbuttoned his pants. “Turn around,” he ordered, as Nathalia did so. “Down on your knees…and you better suck it good or else.” Nathalia assumed the position and began licking his balls and shaft tenderly when she was interrupted. “It’s not a newborn baby- it’s a cock! Suck it right!” He was forceful and stern- so different from his classroom persona- and he could see she was getting turned on. Nathalia’s nipples hardened as he reached down to pinch them through her top. She began sucking his shaft down while squeezing his balls between her fingers. As the saliva built in her mouth, she let it drizzle down his shaft while swallowing him almost whole. Rich’s cock was pink, veiny, and thick- just the way she liked them! Nathalia looked up at Rich to catch him smiling as he moaned with pleasure. Rich coordinated her movements by pumping in and out of her glorious hole while yanking her thick and curly hair. She continued to tease the head with her tonsils as his thrusts became more insistent. Nathalia began to gag as she spit on his rod to ease its way further down her throat. Nathalia got a little lower on her knees- into an almost crouching position- to help his dick reach maximum depth down her accommodating throat. Feeling her uvula tickling, he stopped thrusting for a moment to enjoy this wonderful sensation from this exquisite girl. Nathalia stuck her tongue out as far as she could until he finally released her from his grips.

“Verrrry good- you Maltepe Escort catch on quickly in all arenas, huh? Well let’s see if that cunt is as sweet as I had hoped.” He patted the desk, motioning for her to have a seat upon it. Nathalia climbed up as Rich pulled off her skirt and panties. Before tossing them aside, Rich inhaled deeply as he smelled the crotch of her navy blue lacy bikini, which made Nathalia giggle. “Do you find something funny?” he sternly implored.

“No, Professor,” she replied as she straightened up.

“I think you do. Well we’ll see how much you’ll be laughing when I refuse to let you cum…”

“Oh please, no!” she begged. “I want you to make me cum so badly! Please make me cum, Professor!”

“I’ll think about it.”

Rich finally disrobed completely, casting his button-down away and onto the floor with her things. Rich then pulled around his big wooden chair to make himself more comfortable between her luscious legs. He placed each one slowly over his shoulders as he stared for a few moments at its wondrous sight. Nathalia had a nice trim up top with her lips bare and ready for suckling. He insisted she lay back as he delved into her clamshell tongue blazing. Nathalia let out a sharp and guttural moan as he immediately hit the right button, releasing his long strawberry blonde hair from its man bun. Rich shook it out as she playfully tugged at his beard, before returning to her temple of yearning. He teased her as he flitted his tongue across her clit while suckling her lips, driving her wild. She caressed his back with her soles as he thrust his tongue into her waiting chamber. Her thighs began to clench as she bucked her hips into his face. She pulled his hair as he finally clamped down on her clit, sending her body into spasms. He could feel her wetness in his beard as he secretly hoped her scent would linger there for days, right under his nose. She smelled like the languid waters of the ocean right after the rain on a summer’s beach. He wanted to continue his meal but as her breaths grew more shallow and sparse, he knew she was about to cum. But he couldn’t let that happen so easily, now could he?

“Please, don’t stop,” she said, thrusting her hips further into him. She tried to grip him with her thighs, but they were weak and trembling now. She was just where he wanted her. So Rich abruptly stood up and shoved his still throbbing member deep into her cavern, causing her to scream out-“Yes God! Oh fuck me Professor!”

Rich knew he wanted to feel all of her- G-spot, cervix, hell, her guts! So he positioned her with hips slightly tilted up and ankles at his ears to get the maximum depth. She welcomed this as she grasped the edge of the desk with all her might while he ravaged her pussy with his thick member. Nathalia could barely hold on as he was hitting all the right places and knew she was going to explode.

“I want you to fucking cum…and I’m going to cum inside you my little tease!”

“Oh fuck yes, Professor! Fucking jizz inside me you fucking beast!”

His pace hastened as she let go of the desk and wrapped her legs even tighter around his neck. Rich slapped her ass and thighs as their movements became synced for that magical moment of bliss. He could feel her walls clenching as she screamed out, “Oh my fucking God, I’m fucking coming all over your dick, Professor!”

Which of course helped him turn the corner as he halted all movements and spasmed inside her hot, juicy tunnel without words. He could do nothing but collapse into her embrace, as they lay on his desk, he still inside her, completely spent. Nathalia ran her fingers through his hair as her chest heaved up and down with his. With her legs still wrapped around his shoulders, she whispered into his ear:

“So did I pass?”

“Just barely- you may need a few more sessions but as always, I’m here to help,” he said with a wink.

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Sunil masturbated furiously. Several times a day. And given his age, he surprised himself with the copious amounts of cum that spurted out each time.

In addition he fucked his wife at least once a day. That woman was surprised and after an initial period of excitement at her husband’s new found vigor found herself ragged with the frequency and the intensity. He sucked her to orgasms, then insisted on fucking her and took longer to cum than she was used to. It was obviously because of the number of times he additionally masturbated but she had no knowledge of that.

All because of Nalini. In chat with Sunil, his pal from school years was the picture of innocence. As a woman, she was sexy what with all her gym sessions and fitness. And something in their chat seemed to have unleashed her desire – and she had become a lusty, hungry, pleasure-seeking woman.

“I have to catch up, you know!” she explained her feelings to Sunil, her school days friend; the only person with whom she could really be so open. But she did not explicitly tell him how she was engaging in the catch up.

She did confess to having caught her professor-husband in the shower and masturbated him. She said that Sunil’s description of masturbation had made her curious and she had never before paid attention to the male organ and its pleasure giving properties in absolute terms. Whatever happened, according to her, happened between man and woman while fucking and she knew nothing else of stimulating one another outside of that.

In fact, she and her band of friends in school did not even know what sex was. She told Sunil that the reason they moved as far apart while crossing boys was because they believed that brushing a boy could cause pregnancy. For a woman for whom sex itself was a revelation, masturbation, foreplay and other forms of pleasure were complete news.

And that was what Sunil found incredible and exciting. This naivety in Nalini was why she was careless in covering her body. Her sexy body and breasts on display were a turn on in any case.

In addition, the things Nalini allowed him to see and the bold adventures she engaged in with some of the professor’s twenty-year old research associates and students were incredible.

Without telling him or acknowledging it, she treated him to a full view of one student breast-fucking her. And then she discovered how intense a woman’s orgasm could be without even being fucked. She had let Sunil watch that as well. The student tongued his professor’s wife to a squirting orgasm.

All in all, it proved to be a voyeuristic bonanza for Sunil. This far exceeded his modest goal of having a woman friend with whom he could engage in suggestive talk. He now started making plans to visit the university where she lived. He felt that whatever the professor was getting from his wanton wife and what the youngsters seemed to be getting invited to were the fruits of his efforts on Nalini. He felt entitled to being the recipient of Nalini’s sexual advances rather than those other undeserving persons.

But none of what she actually did were open for discussion. She did not leave the computer in a strategic spot with the camera on when she tried out ideas on her husband. She felt that theirs was a sacred relationship within the marriage that Sunil ought not to intrude on. It was okay to sharing what happened with him in much the way that a patient shares facts with a doctor or counselor.

And yet, the same ‘marriage worshipping’ woman, aggressively seduced and did things with the research student and put it on display for her friend Sunil. But she did not talk about it or explicitly mention it in her conversations for that too, to her mind, was sacrilegious.

This was the bundle of contradictions that Sunil did not get. As he masturbated to his fantasies of her, he kept reminding himself that he was not here to psycho analyze her but just to get his enjoyment out of the situation.

And today’s chat was no different from any other day.

“So tell me: the male organ responds in the same way no matter how stimulated?” she asked. “Whether it is I, his own hand, my hand, my lips or anything else?”

“Yes,” he replied. “Lips? Did you try out with your mouth?” he asked. He felt desire, excitement and jealousy all at the same time. He wanted to have her mouth him. But he was also interested that she would do that and share it with him.

“Oho, you always distract me!” she complained childishly.

“Tell me, na! Suppose, I was on top rather than him being on top, would it make any difference?” she wondered.

“Not to his cumming,” he said.

“Then to what does it make any difference? Does it mean that there is a lesser chance of getting pregnant?” she asked.

“No. If you fuck me from on-top, I might shoot so hard and deep into you that you will get pregnant anyway. I feel that intensely about you,” said Sunil, as usual working on her from his own narrow point of view. He tried to make himself the other person in her discussion as a means of suggesting sex Kartal escort to her. According to him, each such reference improved his chances of actually eventually fucking her.

“Will I feel any different?” she wanted to know.

“Yes, you will. I will touch you, fill you from a completely different angle. You can feel me in different places inside your…” he said, hesitating and thinking about whether he should use explicit words here. He usually paused, allowing her to take a lead.

She did. He thought she was taking the bait. But it could just as well have been him baiting her.

“Inside where, Sunil?” she asked. Adding his name to the question made it very suggestive, exciting.

“Inside your…” he paused again. It was a very thin line, between seduction and offending.

“Say it, na,” she pushed him. This was the tone of voice which led him to believe that she was all ready to be seduced and a complete novice.

“Your cunt. Feel me inside your cunt,” he said. There was a long silence. “Are you offended?” he asked.

“No,” she said. “No. Why should I be? I was just thinking,” she replied.

“Thinking what?” he asked.

“How it would feel to be like that,” she said.

“You mean how would it feel to be on top of me,” he insisted.

“Hm. Ya,” she replied somewhat absently. “Does that give me control?” she asked suddenly.

“Yes it does,” he said. “You can fuck me faster or slower. You can choose the angle which gives you the maximum pleasure. You can choose cadence, rhythm, speed…”

“You make it sound lyrical,” she exclaimed.

“Making love to me is like that. Lyrical. Beautiful. You should try it sometime,” he said. And then he held his breath. He wanted to see her reaction. He wanted her to say ‘Yes, Sunil. I am aching to fuck you. And yes, I will be on top.’

Instead her mind was on the next available opportunity to fuck. It would have to be professor. There was no way she was going to let the student fuck her. He was not to be allowed in ‘there’. She made up her mind to try be on top at the next opportunity.

And her marriage was not something into which Sunil was going to be allowed.

“It is time for him to be home,” she said in a business like tone. Sunil thought she would keep the camera on.

Instead she turned off the computer after a cursory ‘bye’ and blowing him kisses. She did tell him that she loved him for bringing out the woman in her and he would always hold that special place in her heart.

After that first time when she invaded his bath and masturbated him to a finish mercilessly, the professor waited for the next time she did that. She did not. Today, he wanted to feel that pleasure. He took it upon himself.

He closed his eyes and imagined his wife’s sumptuous breasts pressed against his back. He reached down as his cock rose to its full proportions. He stroked himself the way his wife had. And then, he found that insufficient. He felt this thoughts intruded upon. In his minds eye flashed his newest research assistant a pert young post-graduate student, Sheela.

Sheela was a twenty-something who had just joined his department recently. She did not seem to take particular care in how she carried herself. She showed cleavage and on occasion had leaned on the professor. He felt her breasts, hard and firm on his arm. She was not as buxom as his own Nalini. No one could have such fabulous breasts, if size is what mattered. Proud and uplifted too, from all the gymming.

But for hardness – Sheela captured his imagination. And from that imagination she popped into his mind as he caressed himself to provoke an orgasm. He felt the extra hardness and sighed. He masturbated as he always did in his teenage days – hard and fast.

He groaned as he came and spattered on the wall in the first shot and then flooded over his own fist in nice, generous gobs. He enjoyed the aftershocks, rubbing his thumb over the zone in his cockhead that gave him extra jerks. Only a man himself could know that finer detail about his own pleasured. He luxuriated in that for as long as the tremors happened. And then as his cock shrank, it came to an end.

He was sitting on his bed, about to get into his house clothes after the shower when Nalini came up behind him. She had knelt on the bed and waddled up to him. She was nude. He found that out when she hugged him from behind. The bare breasts cushioned into his back.

She reached down for his cock. She wanted him. An experiment was on. The small knob of the recently receded cock did not really surprise her. It surprised him that she had reached for him – something that rarely happened in all these years. What did surprise her was the complete lack of reaction from his cock as she rubbed the knob of flesh – no reaction at all.

She pulled him back and made him lie flat on his back. She sat on his abdomen facing him. The professor felt the prickly hair from her triangle on his stomach. She gently rocked back and forth. And slowly moved back. She felt his still Kurtköy Escort ‘knob only’ jut of flesh against her ass. She reached for his hands and brought them to her breasts.

The professor was dumbstruck at this new avatar of his wife of many years. She had indeed surprised him in the shower the other day – but one swallow makes a summer not. She on top, and asking to be caressed established the fact that she had changed.

She had changed so much as to feel seductive enough in catching his jut between her buttocks and wiggle to get a response from him. She had no way of knowing that he had just cum to fantasy in which Nalini and the new student Sheela alternately flashed in his mind.

She shimmied further back and her breasts went out of his reach. He watched as his wife leaned forward. Her hair fell forward and covered the precise moment when her lips closed on the unresponsive cock. She lipped him. Sucking and sliding the jut of flesh in and out of her lips. She smiled as she felt a first tremor. There was now a little more flesh to suck in and out and she pushed her saliva on to the emerging cock to work it further.

Soon, a mere movement of lips was not sufficient. She needed to move her head to have her mouth slide on the cock. When the professor reached down to lift the curtain of her hair, she felt an extra swelling in the cock. This was the impact of him seeing his wife’s cheeks and wet lips work on him. She was being whorish in pleasuring him, he thought. And that brought him to an erection that satisfied Nalini as adequate.

Building on her past experience of mouthing that student, she took it a step further by ringing the base of the cock with her fingers. Holding the skin back as she bobbed her mouth up and down created a momentary swelling in the cockhead. At this point, the ache in her cunt dictated the next move and she removed her wet, warm mouth from the cock just as the professor started to feel like fucking the mouth.

He held her head down and thrust up into her mouth – wanting that mouth and the sluttishness to go further. Nalini gave him the pleasure he needed. The salty taste that spread in her mouth pleased her. She started to realize some of the ideas that her friend Sunil talked about. The feel of a full cock in her mouth, the taste of her husband’s precum, the thrill she felt when he lifted her hair to watch the mouth on the cock.

Sunil was so right! There was more to pleasure than just the cock and the cunt fucking. Why had she not met Sunil before? And why was it not Sunil? And no doubt, her being on top was going to give its own rewards like everything else Sunil had told her.

She remembered the last time she had handled a cock. The channel between her breasts had been slick and moist with the student’s precum. She remembered the shape of her lips which she employed to get at the head of his cock when it reared up at the top of her breasts. She resolved to do that with her husband now.

She paused the ‘o’ of her mouth on the now-swollen head and allowed the professor to fuck her mouth as his urges took over. A surge of fluid from his cock indicated that man was ready – ready to be mounted. The professor groaned as the fluid escaped his hard on and he paused. In that pause, Nalini, her mouth streaked with fluids she had just sampled rose to straddle her amazed husband.

Holding the cock carefully, she raised on leg to carefully trap it between her legs. The head prised open her obliging cunt lips and she joined the professor as they both grunted in satisfaction. She from the filling of the aching void; he from the wet warm caress on his shaft as she allowed to cunt to sheath the cock.

Her natural position was to be leaning forward as she slid down. She now felt the cock fill her in her womb. She leaned back to enjoy the sensation of being impaled on his cock. She luxuriated in the fullness she felt from having him up in her. She moved very little. Her eyes were closed and she was picture of intense concentration as she put her mind to the presence inside of her.

He on the other hand wanted movement. The sliding on the shaft of his cock was all-important for his pleasure at the moment. She ignored him. Slowly she rocked back and forth gently, feeling all the spaces his cock massaged. The rocking increased in range as she went and forth… more and more. Professor groaned from the pleasure of his cock being yanked up as well as down, and the movement in and out that resulted from the rocking.

Then suddenly, she started to fuck up and down. It was like a train gathering momentum. She was actually experimenting in every direction of movement, every rhythm, every cadence. After completing forward and back she started up and down. Initially slowly and then faster. As she increased the speed she let herself drop fully. The professor let out a low howl of pleasure as his wife rode him with no mercy. She enjoyed the upward thrust of his cock. As she sat down on him full and firm, his cock came unsheathed and when deep inside, Maltepe Escort up her, the unsheathing caused the head to bulge. She shivered in pleasure each time it bulged.

She came with in a series of shudders, flooding down on the cock. Then she opened her eyes. She smiled down at the supine professor. She took his hands to her breasts and leaning forward to put her weight partially on his hands, she raised her hips a little bit. It was her intention to make the man cum. She moved her hips up and down at a rapid pace fucking him with rhythm; the rhythm that Sunil spoke of.

The methodic fucking caused her own pussy to explode again but the professor, while feeling intensely pleasured, failed to cum. Nalini did not know that he had only just spilled his seed about half an hour ago. The professor felt the delay in his orgasm but was not about to confess to his wife that he had just masturbated.

Nalini paced herself and slowly felt perspiration running down her breasts and off her forehead, dripping on to the thrashing professor under her. He was thrashing and clearly enjoying himself – but not releasing.

As she changed angles to give herself respite the cock chanced to caress her clit and the woman shuddered. Giving herself up to her own pleasure again she ground down in that angle again and again. She recognized the welling up pleasure as coming from the same area of her pussy that the research student had previously tongued. She recognized the swelling orgasm and felt that squirting in orgasm was imminent.

Her thighs ached while her pussy throbbed. She knew she needed her husband to cum. She sucked in her breath and mercilessly lifted herself off him. She grabbed the flailing cock. It was slick and creamy with a mix of their juices. Expertly, she felt the cockhead with her thumb. She looked closely at the professor and watched him shudder uncontrollably each time she ran the ball of her thumb on a particular spot on his cockhead. Her cunt needed to massage that spot repeatedly for the professor to finish. And she also wanted to cock to rub her clit with each thrust of hers.

When she worked out the angles, she found she needed to mount him front to back. She swung around and holding professor’s ankles, again descended on his now-impatient cock.

She now commenced fucking him with the same methodical rhythm. The stamina she had gained in the gym came in handy as she maintained the beat, as if she were on a marathon run. Her clit swelled and glistened as it rode the cock.

The orgasm which she had sacrificed by climbing off his cock resumed and she felt herself coming close to release.

“Are you coming dear?” she asked, gasping.

The professor nodded in affirmation. His eyes were on his wife’s back, the flare of her hips, her buttocks and his cock smashing up between her legs as she fucked down on him.

“Yes,” he gasped, even as the final release eluded him.

“Oh, ma!” wailed Nalini as she felt her cunt walls melt. She thrust with intense concentration as she struggled between release and the need to cross the threshold that would make her amber liquids squirt. She was desperate to go over the edge. But not before the professor was ready to finish. Her limbs ached and her pussy was wonderfully sore. She could take no more.

“Yes, dear!” called out the professor, desperate to cum. His mind went back to the young researcher Sheela. He thought of fucking her. His cock swelled. Nalini felt the swelling and gasped.

“Yaaah!” she bellowed and her cunt exploded. She clenched her pussy and the squirt shot out of her. Professor felt the warmth of her liquids drenching him and his own orgasm arrived as a melting of his cock. It was as if their roles reversed. Nalini fucked and clenched. She spurted like a male might. Several times in quick succession. She felt her cunt release itself on the cock it was grabbing in its fold. Professor felt his cock melt and give him a female-like release.

He could only reach his wife’s hips though he wanted to cling to her. She was holding onto his ankles for dear life as she thrashed around with no control of any kind at all.

The professor tried to sit up but fell back when he realized that sitting up gave him less depth in her cunt. He did not want to end up shallow in her. He wanted to go deep. He fell back and summoning his strength he thrust up. Timing it perfectly he pushed up and deep into her. He released cum as high up in her pussy as might have been possibly.

Nalini sucked her breath in and screamed in her throat as she felt his cock sear up into her. She had lost count of the times she came from the number of different places she had felt his cock caress.

They beat into each other a few times. Both needed to hug the other. Nalini pulled herself off and turned around. She did not expect it but the professors cock could not retain its body after a second release -that too, so intense and quick. She could not mount him back. There was not enough of an erection to mount.

In desperation she ground her pussy against his thigh, smearing him with her flows and even releasing back his own semen on his body. She ground herself and pleasured her cunt lips on the hardness of his thigh. He reached between them and massaged his cock as it released its remaining spunk.

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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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