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I work for an insurance company as an Assessor. It’s strange, but some people seem to think that insurance companies are run by generous and gullible idiots who will listen to their sob story and then throw money at them. It doesn’t quite work that way. Our helpful people will certainly listen to your sob story but before they throw money to you they often have someone like me investigate.

I will go out to the site of the calamity and check things out and make a recommendation to the company as to the validity of the claim. This can result in claimants getting letters saying yes, we’re sorry that your house burnt down and that you lost everything, but it was noted that the furniture you’re claiming for was actually stored at a friend’s house from the day before the fire took place. It is also considered that pouring gas all over the floor and dropping a match is not grounds for claiming an accidental fire.

It’s amazing how stroppy some people get when you turn down a claim. It’s always my fault that they’re out of pocket. Their arson is irrelevant because anyone can plainly see the house burnt down. Yes, definitely my fault.

One recent case I had was to drive out to the country to check out a farm high in the hills. As far as I was concerned these hills were high enough to be called mountains. The claim was for the replacement of a tractor. The owner had a new for old replacement policy and had had it for a few years, paying his premium regularly and in a timely manner. Still, replacing an old tractor with a new one could be a costly exercise. Those things are not cheap.

The reason I was checking up was the simple fact that tractors are not easy things to destroy. They’re built to take a lot of punishment. Sure, they break down, but breakdowns aren’t covered. They’re considered fair wear and tear. This claim was for a destroyed tractor and I was interested to see how they managed to destroy it.

Way up in the mountains I came to the farm. Not a bad place, really, being well maintained and looking prosperous. I pulled up and knocked on the front door.

A couple of teenagers answered the door and I decided that this was my lucky day. Approve or deny the claim, my day was made by the sight of these two young lovelies. They looked enough alike to be twins. They stood about five foot six, had black hair and hazel eyes. Their skin was lightly tanned and silky smooth from what I could see and I could see a lot of it. They were both dressed the same in ragged shorts and cut-off tops. The bare essentials were covered but that was it.

“Good morning,” I greeted them, smiling happily. “I’m from the insurance company, here to check the damage to the tractor.”

That’s when things started going downhill.

“You’re not fucking us,” snapped girl one.

“Yeah,” agreed girl two.

Both of them were giving me black looks.

“OK,” I said, drawing it out slowly while I tried to catch on to what was going on. “Ah, are you twins?”

“Do we look like twins?” came the prompt rejoinder.

“Um, as a matter of fact, yes,” I admitted, feeling silly for even asking.

“Well, we’re not. We’re nothing alike. For a start Sally is only eighteen, a full year younger than me.”

“And I’m a D cup,” put in Sally. “Mae’s only a C. Anyone can tell we’re not twins.”

My eyes drifted down to their cups. C versus D? Both sets looked fine to me and if Sally was slightly larger than Mae then slightly was the operative word.

“Like I said, I’m here to look at the tractor. What makes you think I’ll try to fuck you?”

“Apart from the fact that you’re a man?” Mae asked sweetly.

“Um, apart from that,” I agreed.

“Pa said that a stooge for the insurance would be coming around to check the tractor and that he’d do his best to fuck us and we weren’t to let you,” Mae had pleasure in informing me.

“Ah, I see. Perhaps you misunderstood his meaning. I suspect that he was trying to tell you that I would try to cheat you out of your insurance claim and that you weren’t to let me.”

“No,” said Sally speaking rather decisively. “He did mention that the insurance creep would try to find a reason not to pay us but that was before he told us that you’d probably try to fuck us.”

OK. Time to get to work. Thinking about fucking one of those gems was doing naughty things to me.

“If you could show me the tractor?” I suggested.

“Right,” said Mae. “Follow me.”

She stepped past me, walking towards the side of the house. I followed, watching her bottom swish back and forth as she went. Then I was watching two bottoms swish as Sally hurried past me to walk next to her sister.

“He was watching your bottom wiggle,” she hissed quietly to her sister. Trouble is, I have excellent hearing and caught the whisper.

Mae just made a humphing sound and continued on, her bottom swishing in a more pronounced manner. So was Sally’s.

We passed the house, heading towards the barn. We didn’t enter the barn but went around the side of it and there was the tractor, or the remains Antalya Escort of the tractor. It was pretty obvious what had happened. The tractor had been parked next to a big old oak tree and at some stage the oak tree just gave up the ghost and fell over.

When I say big and old I mean very old and very big. The tree must have been in the vicinity of two hundred years old and probably weighed tons. The trunk had landed neatly across the engine compartment and totally crushed it, with heavy branches putting paid to the cabin. Just one look was all I needed to know that the tractor was a complete write off.

“Any idea how it happened?” I asked.

“It was a windy night and we heard a crash. Next morning we found this.”

“You didn’t go out and check when you heard the crash?” I asked. I’d have thought that would be the logical thing to do.

“Of course,” said Sally, sounding scornful. “We’re not idiots. Pa raced out and checked the barn as soon as we heard the crash. The barn and the animals were fine so he came back inside, figuring anything else could wait until the morning. He was really pissed off when he went to get the tractor. How do you clear away the wreckage when it’s the tractor that’s wrecked?”

I took a couple of photos to show what had happened. I’d read their policy before coming and they were covered and would be paid out. Actually, what would probably happen was that the company would tell them to pick up an equivalent tractor at one of the big firms we deal with. We get substantial discounts and having an item replaced rather than being paid out in cash tended to discourage fraud.

I told the girls that I would recommend the claim be approved and that their father should get a letter to this effect shortly. That had them smiling.

“Now, before I go,” I said. “As a matter of curiosity do you do everything your father tells you?”

The girls looked at each other and then back at me. Mae gave a small shrug.

“Generally,” she said. “Why?”

“Curious,” I told her. “Um, generally means that there have been occasions where you haven’t necessarily obeyed him, right?”

“Possibly,” said Sally. “Why?”

“I just wanted to know where I stood on the no fucking you statement,” I explained. “If you sometimes don’t do what he says that means that this might be one of those times and I can fuck you.”

The girls exchanged glances and then started giggling. Eventually Mae turned to speak to me.

“Nice try, sport,” she said, still giggling, “but you’re overlooking one little thing.”

“Trusting that you’re not referring to me in a rude manner I have to ask what that would be?” I asked.

“Whichever of us you pick would mean that the other one might tell Pa and he’d come looking for you with a shotgun. I’m sure you wouldn’t want that.”

“True,” I agreed, “but now you’re the ones overlooking something.”

“Really?” Sally asked.

“Most certainly. You must understand that I’m a gentleman. How could I possible pick one of you, leaving the other out in the cold? That would be reprehensible behaviour. No, I’m afraid that I’d have to choose both of you.”

This time there was dead silence from them. They looked at each other and then back at me. Finally Mae spoke up again.

“You’re kidding.”

“Certainly not,” I protested. “Are you saying that the two of you have never enjoyed the company of one man?”

“How could we have,” giggled Mae. “I don’t think Sally has ever got that far?”

“Shows what you know,” snapped an offended Sally. “Like you’ve got a ton of experience.”

“Really? Who?” asked Mae. “You’re bluffing, aren’t you? You haven’t ever done it.”

“Have so and it’s none of your business who,” retorted Sally.

“Ah, girls, you’re getting off the subject,” I put in. “The question right now is which one of you do I fuck first?”

Always take agreement for granted. It makes it harder for them to back out of you can make them believe they’ve agreed. Unfortunately, Sally wasn’t buying it, although from the thoughtful look on Mae’s face, she was.

“Hey, hold on,” she said. “We didn’t agree to any such thing.”

“Yes, you did,” I contradicted. “The only reason you had for not doing it was that if I limited myself to just one of you then the other would get upset. Mae suggested that you wouldn’t be interested and you implied that you would be.”

“I did no such thing,” Sally protested. “I didn’t say that, did I, Mae?”

“Um, actually, your implying that you have had some experience did suggest that you were willing to have a little more,” Mae said with a giggle.

Sally directed a killer look at Mae and I hastily intervened.

“Ah, we’re starting to get a little off the subject,” I said. “Did you know that there’s a simple test a man can do to see if a woman would be willing to have a friendly fuck?”

The pair of them directed disbelieving eyes at me.

“It’s true,” I protested. “Look, I’ll show you.”

I moved over to stand directly in front of Sally.

“Just stand Antalya Escort Bayan still for a moment,” I told her, reaching for the buttons on her shorts.

I like buttons. They come undone so easily. I had hers undone and was easing her shorts down before she really caught on to what I was doing. I just slipped them down to around her knees, taking her panties with them.

I slipped a hand between her legs, pressing up against her mound.

“There, you see,” I said, straightening up. “An easy test and one that says that yes, you’re currently willing.”

“What?” demanded Sally in a half scream while Mae was doing some more giggling. “How does your pulling my shorts down prove anything?”

“Well, really, Sally,” I said softly. “Would you permit a man to take your shorts off if you weren’t willing to have sex with him?”

I had her there and we both knew it. There was no way known she’d normally let a man take down her shorts. I’d taken her by surprise and she didn’t know what to say. I turned and smiled meaningfully at Mae.

“Oh, no,” she said quickly. “You’re not taking off my shorts.”

“I won’t need to,” I pointed out. “You’ll do that yourself. You’ve already decided to go along with it if Sally does and as you can see Sally is going to.”

Now it was her term to yell, “What?”

“Admit it,” I said while smiling happily. “If you weren’t curious and willing you’d have grabbed Sally and been out of here just as soon as I suggested it. Have you got a place in mind that we can go that’s a little more private than standing here?”

The girls exchanged what I can only describe as enigmatic looks. It seemed to me they were talking silently to each other.

“The loft?” Mae said, giggling again.

“The loft,” Sally agreed, starting to giggle herself.

“The barn,” Mae said, grabbing my arm and pulling on it.

“Ah, a moment first,” I said quickly, looking at where Sally was starting to pull up her shorts. “Um, instead of pulling those up why not take them right off? I’ll appreciate watching you walk even more like that.”

Sally hesitated and then pushed her shorts and panties down, stepping out of them with a blush.

I turned and looked at Mae, giving her a quizzical look.

“Fair’s fair,” I idly observed.

She blushed just as much as Sally had but her shorts and panties also went down, leaving both the girls half naked. They turned and headed into the barn with me close behind, watching two bare bottoms that were swishing from side to side with deliberate intent and malice aforethought.

In the barn the girls strolled over to a ladder at one side of the barn, leading up to a hayloft.

“After you,” Mae said.

“Oh, no. After you,” I insisted, running my eyes over her, clearly indicating why I wanted them climbing up first.

There was no argument, just a lot of giggling as the girls climbed the ladder, knowing I was watching them and just what they were showing to me. I was going to have to be careful climbing that ladder or part of my anatomy was going to get caught on a rung. I scrambled up the ladder after them.

By the time I reached the loft the girls had already got rid of their tops and were standing there naked, symphonies in pink and white. If one set of breasts was a C cup compared to the other as a D cup you couldn’t prove it by what I saw. I barely had time to take this in when they tackled me, knocking me down into a pile of hay.

If you have to be assaulted then having two naked beauties as your assailants is the way to go. By the time I caught on to what was going on I was flat on my back with both girls in top of me, pulling at my clothes. I must admit they showed a certain amount of expertise in stripping me until I was just as naked as they were. No, I’ll correct that. They left my shoes and socks on while they were bare-footed.

Their hands started running over me, touching me in what I can only describe as being of a very familiar manner. I very naturally returned the compliment, hands going out to close over breasts and pussies, getting a general feel for the job on hand.

After a couple of minutes of this very pleasant diversion I called a temporary halt.

“Before we continue I want to give you both a foretaste of what is coming your way. I’m just going to, ah, dip my wick in each of you, if you get my meaning. Just a straight in and out to help you anticipate what is coming. Mae, as you’re the oldest it’s only fair that you have first taste.”

With that I rolled Mae over onto her hands and knees, moving into a kneeling position behind her. I didn’t muck about, just parting her lips and pushing in. I’m not saying I thrust in, more a nice easing forward, letting myself sink in nice and deep. While doing this I was watching the look of instant lust on Sally’s face as she watched her sister accepting me.

Once fully inside her I held there for a moment and then pulled back quickly, disengaging, hearing her give a small shriek as I did so. Now I turned to Sally.

“Your turn. Escort Antalya Same position. Quickly,” I rapped out and she scrambled to obey.

I gave her the same treatment, slowly filling her, hearing her gasp as she felt me surging deep into her. This time it was Mae watching with some fascination, the same lusty look on her face that Sally had worn earlier.

Ignoring Sally’s complaints as I withdrew I pushed them both flat on their backs with me kneeling between them. Fondling their breasts was easy, having two hands and two girls. It was a case of one hand each, rubbing and teasing them. It became a little harder when my hands moved lower. While I could assign a hand to each love mound I was spoiled for choice when it came to nibbling on nipples. One mouth and four nipples. I just had to hop to it and do my best, trying not to spoil one more than the other.

I love being ambidextrous. It’s amazing how you can duplicate your actions on two willing bodies. I rubbed their mounds, slipping fingers inside them and teasing them, handling both at once.

Sally was the one fortunate enough to have me touching around her clitoris first. She bucked and gave a sharp squeal when I brushed too near to it, the sensations proving a little too intense for her.

“What happened?” Mae demanded, trying to turn to look at Sally.

“Oh! That,” she said with a stunned edge to her voice as she found the demonstration repeated on her own clitoris.

Now both girls were squirming about under my touch as I continued with the teasing in the same area. They were squealing and making funny noises and offering suggestions of other things I might like to do, you bastard.

I just kept right on doing what I was doing. They were aroused and passionate and getting very excited and I did nothing to stop their excitement rising. Quite the opposite, in fact. I deliberately stirred them up, pushing them towards a climax.

The reason I wanted them to climax was quite simple. It would both give them pleasure and leave them a lot more receptive for when I started fucking them in earnest. Also, I wouldn’t have to do nearly as much work to bring them to another climax which was a good thing. There was only so much I could do with my cock and two girls meant I had to soften them up.

It was interesting (and annoying) to observe that while Mae’s excitement seem to steadily increase as she got herself all worked up, Sally seemed to reach a plateau and remain at that level, maybe because she had less experience than Mae. Whatever the reason, a slight change of plan was called for.

I abandoned the girls’ breasts, moving down to fasten my mouth to Sally’s mound, laughing silently at her shocked cry. From her reaction she’d never experienced this type of foreplay. My tongue dipped between her lips, seeking her clitoris.

As I was also still stroking Mae both girls were now really getting worked up. My tongue proved more effective than my fingers with Sally sounding slightly horrified as she writhed about, squealing. She gave an even louder squeal as she suddenly climaxed. I suspect that seeing Sally go off was the trigger for Mae as she promptly climaxed as well.

I drew back a little, smiling at the girls who both looked a little — ah — I’m not sure how to describe the looks on their faces. They definitely had similar looks though.

“Sorry, Mae,” I murmured, “but I suspect that I’m going to have to deal with Sally first. Being younger her excitement will just die away if I leave her unattended for a few minutes whereas I’m sure you know enough to keep yourself excited. I’ll let you steer me into place, though.”

With that I took hold of Sally’s ankles and lifted them high and wide, leaving her totally on display, not just to me but positioned so that she could see herself and my cock threatening her tender parts. Mae was giggling as she took hold of me, steering me into place. I just wished I had a camera so I could take a picture of Sally’s face as a cherished memento.

True, I had already slipped into her earlier, and I could see her remembering that, but now she was faced with seeing me enter her and she could see how large I looked against her. She was slowly shaking her head from side to side, disbelief rather than rejection. I started leaning into her, my cock sinking in.

I knew she was ready for me. After the preliminaries how could she not be? Accordingly I just drove in fiercely, filling her with one hard thrust while she squealed and arched her back, pushing up hard to meet me, her passage closing tightly around me as she clung to her prize.

I didn’t give her any respite. I just pulled back and thrust in again, hearing her cry of eager acceptance as she took me. I pounded into her, driving her wild, her passions exploding and running away with her. She was almost mindless now, just accepting the pleasure I was giving her.

I wasn’t able to keep up the pressure for long. Not from a lack on my part but from an inability on Sally’s part to last the distance. Already over-sensitive from the tongue lashing and earlier climax she just totally crashed. She climaxed and I was actually expecting her to be screaming her head off as she went. It dawned on me that the only reason Sally wasn’t screaming was Mae’s hand covering her mouth while Mae giggled like a demented hyena.

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Anthony was a tough guy among his friends, brown hair, hazel eyes, 6’2″, typical, they always thought he had experienced everything, well, what he had told them that he’d experienced. The truth of the matter was that he was a man that had experienced the very basics of things. He’d get drunk and tell them that he’d given his last girlfriend Kelly “anal treatment”, the next morning just knowing he had told another lie, but who cared? Anthony was an average guy, it was simply his lifestyle, a hypocritical lifestyle, he worked for a political Party, he focused on being successful, not a ladies man.

In truth, Anthony was lucky to meet Kelly, but after they split he attempted, briefly, to move on; it didn’t work… he split with her, but he contemplated night and day the possibility that they would rekindle their romance.

“Pint tonight? It’s the World Cup Final.” Mike said.

Mike was a close friend that Anthony had known since childhood and Anthony wasn’t one to pass up going out to pass the time, get over Kelly…

“Sure, you call the time and the place, I couldn’t care less.”

“Okay, The White Stallion at 20:00, we’ll just have a few, the Germans will have it over in forty-five minutes anyway.”

Anthony, Antalya Escort ever the most presentable person headed there in his fourth most expensive suit, sticking out from the crowd in a pub of modern day left-wing middle-class white British. Just an average quiet Sunday night on Merseyside.

Mike wasn’t much of a drinker, he didn’t have many prospects either, but his dad owned a company that had managed to take off and Mike once he came of age had a job within the company just to tide himself over.

At the White Stallion though, Anthony’s old school friend Alan worked. Alan was the perfect friend, loyal, responsible, intelligent. Anthony only recently had a disagreement on political views with him, but it wasn’t a major distraction.

Anthony had had his eyes on one of the barmaids for a while, she was cute, brown hair in a pony tail, she danced to every song that came on behind the bar; even while she was pouring a drink. Ant wanted this girl, he thought of her, not as a replacement, but as a wildcat.

The night wore on, Anthony spoke to the barmaid for hours, the conversation seemed to spring back to his political job each and every time; a boring topic, Ant knew it, he wanted to establish something Antalya Escort Bayan based on music or anything, history, anything but his work…

“Listen, I get off at eleven, you’re boring me to my skull, if you don’t want to leave with me you’re an idiot.”

Ant suddenly heard from beside him.

This was Jess, she was what he thought ‘out of his league’, he hadn’t given her an ounce of thought.

“I’m finished.”

She said half an hour later.

“Mine or yours?” She said.

“Uh, mine?”

Anthony held out, he wanted to have some fun, he was secretly in awe in Jess’ confidence, so he wanted to go along for the ride…

Once back at his, Ant lead her upstairs, but he was only able rise his usual protocol of stripping himself down before he looked across the room and noticed that Jess was completed naked. Jess was black haired and blue eyed, a typical girl with Irish heritage, a firm body, she was smooth shaven and with full pert breasts.

Jess grinned, “I’m taking what’s mine, aren’t I?”

“Uh?” Anthony heard, but was simply stunned.

“This’ll be fun, lie down, just do what I say.”

Ant complied, lied on his back and waited.

Jess mounted Escort Antalya Ant’s chest and moved up towards his face.

“You know what I want.” she said.

“Uh…”

“Just…” *sigh* “Stick your tongue out and I’ll do the rest.”

Ant stuck his tongue out and Jess mounted his face. While Ant’s heart was beating 100 miles per hour Jess started to grind, Jess gripped his hair, she placed her pussy over his mouth, she made sure his tongue was inside her and that her clit was attend to by his nose and went to work.

“You’re really good at this.” she only said in reassurance.

Anthony could only mumble with his priorities complete focused on eating pussy.

“Just keep going, I’m almost there, you’ll learn.”

Anthony tried to pull away and ask a question… this only invited a slap across the face from Jess.

“Never stop a woman from orgasm, you’re going to have a punishment after that…” she said as she stuffed his nose into her clitoris.

“YES!, OH, FUCK IT! YES! YES!

SUCK MY FUCKING CUNT!”

Jess was tightly clenching her thighs around Ant’s head now, sending him almost to sleep.

“DON’T STOP, KEEP YOUR MOUTH THERE, KEEP GOING!”

Jess surprised Ant with an explosion of ejaculate, his face complete wet, his ideology tested, she screamed out,

“SWALLOW EVERYTHING YOU CAN, I WANT TO MAKE YOU MINE.”

She removed her grip while Anthony got comfortable, and Jess threw her leg over him to make sure that he knew… he was on call.

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The woman next door was a doctoral candidate at the university I’d graduated from two years earlier. One of my windows showed the courtyard of the apartment complex, and I’d see her sometimes, leaving in the morning or returning in the late afternoon. I didn’t know her much, enough to chat a little if we passed in the courtyard. She was Ann, plain and pretty in spots. Her boyfriend was a big Sioux Indian with lots of scars from knife-fights on the reservation. The cops had show up at her unit a couple times. It wasn’t my business, not even when I went over to borrow a bread pan one afternoon in the summer.

I knocked on the screen door and a moment later I heard her voice calling out, asking who was there? I said, “Alex.” After a moment’s hesitation she called out again, telling me to come in. I stepped inside, looking around as the door closed noisily behind me on a spring.

“I’m in the bathroom,” she yelled.

It was a smallish apartment. The bathroom was to the right of the kitchen and the bedroom was left. The bathroom door was partly open and I stood there for moment wondering about it.

“Are you still there,” she called.

“Yes,” I said.

“I’m in the bathroom,” she repeated.

I hesitated again and then stuck my head past the door thinking, OK.

“Hello, Alex.” she said. “Just gonna stand there?”

I stepped inside the bathroom and sat on the toilet lid. She was lying in the tub, of course. The water was halfway up and had the remnants of a bubble bath. She wasn’t smiling. Instead, she had a diabolic Kültür Escort expression on her face– measuring my thoughts, maybe. My first impressions were that she was either crazy or simply one of the uninhibited types.

“Close the door,” she said. I pushed it shut with my foot.

“Do you like me?” she asked.

“What’s not to like?” I said, “You’re pretty.”

She pushed her hips out of the water. “Is this pretty?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said, “it’s pretty.”

She relaxed back in the water, and then reached out with a bar of soap.

“Show me how pretty.” She said.

I took the soap from her hand as she pushed her hips back up.

“Do it nice,” she said, “not too rough.”

She was bold, and I had nothing better than to follow her instructions, so I started rubbing the soap on her crotch. She slapped my forearm suddenly.

“Nice!” she said.

At this point her crotch was completely lathered and she dropped her hips back in the water. She grabbed my wrist and shook it and I dropped the soap.

“My boyfriends’ coming over in twenty minutes,” she said. “We’re going to see a movie, so get fucking out of here.”

“Fine by me,” I said, getting up and thinking– as they say– that she had screw loose.

Just then I heard the spring on the screen door; I didn’t figure it for anyone but the Indian. She might have been lying about his show-up time or he might be early. Either way, the situation was changed. I’d just had a handful of her twat, and he’d probably be coming Kültür Escort Bayan through the door while I still had the soap on my hands.

I’d run into him maybe a week earlier. He’d been sitting in the courtyard, sucking down a forty ounce beer and he’d caught hold of my arm as I walked by and pulled me down next to him. He wanted to share so I took a couple slugs off the bottle, and then sat around listening to him ramble. The topper came when a kitten wandered by and he scooped it up, sticking its head in his mouth. I was dumbstruck and worried until he spat it out unharmed, its head matted with saliva.

“The kitten is my brother,” he said, “I share my air with him.”

I told, Lea, I had to be on my way and started for town, knowing I wouldn’t soon forget what I’d just witnessed.

He came towering and staggering into the bathroom and I sat reflexively back on the toilet lid. The air picked up a boozy odor as he stood swaying in the tiny room, looking blearily from Ann to me, and then back to Ann with a bemused expression. He shifted his position, stood over me while unbuckling his Levis and looking over at Ann.

“Is this your new man for stroking your ass?” He said.

He pulled his cock out, and I turned my face away, feeling it brush my cheek. I started to stand but he grabbed my shoulders with his meat-hooks and shoved me back down.

“Knock it off,” said Ann, looking bored.

“No–no,” said Lea, “This is the man who wants to stroke my woman’s ass. You wanna do that, little man, Escort Kültür stroke her ass, suck on her a little?”

“Man,” I said, “all I want is to get out of here.”

“Knock it off, Lea!” Yelled Ann.

“I’ll knock you off.” He said, turning toward her with his half-hard cock hanging out.

Ann gazed at him for a couple seconds, and then stretched herself out over the edge of the tub saying, “Want me to suck it?”

That defused him, but then he pointed at me, as if suddenly remembering something.

“You get off that fucking seat and I’ll cut your face open. Yeah, lover, you can suck it,” he said, moving up to get his dick in her face. She made all sorts of wet blow-job noises, but spit his cock out after a couple minutes.

“Man, you can’t even get it up,” she said, disgustedly. “I wanna do him.” she said, motioning toward me with a flip of her head.

“Yeah?” he said, “OK, lover.”

Meanwhile, he was dragging me off the toilet and pushing me toward her from behind. I could feel his weight and the muscle of his chest against the back of my neck. He reached around me and started pulling my pants open and fumbling for my cock. It was hard from watching and listening while she’d been sucking his numb dick. He pulled it out and started jerking me off in her face.

“There’s your cock, lover,” he yelled! “Suck it, tramp!”

“I don’t mind if I do,” she said with a sneer, and then started plunging her mouth over the head while he jerked me faster.

“Give it to me!” she yelled, with the head of my cock between her teeth. “Gimme some cum!”

She slapped the Indian’s hand away, tightened her mouth around my cock and started wiggling her tongue with a vengeance. A tingle ran up the back of my legs, and then shot through my ass and balls as I started squirting.

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Thanks once again to Annanova, not only for editing this latest chapter, but for giving me some much appreciated perspective on one of the story threads. I’m so grateful for your words of wisdom!

© 2012, All rights reserved — mimaster

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was like I’d gone back into time somehow. I wondered if I’d stumbled unwittingly into a time machine or fallen into some hidden portal that had transported me to my youth. There I was, sitting in a chair with a folding tray in front of me, eating a bowl of cereal. Next to me was my brother Gene, years older and none the wiser, doing the same thing as we watched Bugs Bunny and his friends cavort on the television just a few feet in front of us.

It was like any one of a couple hundred Saturday mornings from my childhood, the two of us glued to the screen as we ate our breakfast, the characters of Warner Brothers occupying our minds as we woke up. I was eating my Rice Krispies, while Gene was busy munching on his second bowl of Cheerios. That my mother actually had both varieties in the pantry didn’t surprise either of us.

We were pretty much eating in silence, the television turned down low so we wouldn’t wake up the rest of the house. And it was a full one.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I walked into my parents’ house after dropping off Ann, feeling like I’d arrived at the rehearsal dinner after party. There were half a dozen cars in the driveway and a couple more parked along the street. That included mine, unable to park in my normal spot. I walked up the sidewalk to the front door instead of going through the garage like I usually did, ringing the doorbell. Dad opened the door for me, a beer in his hand.

“Hey, were wondering when you’d get here,” he grinned, patting me on the back.

“I had to drop off Ann. What’s going on?”

“We’re just visiting with some folks that came into town for the wedding. Actually, there are a lot staying here at the house tonight. We never got the chance to go over the sleeping arrangements.”

“I don’t care where I sleep, Dad. You know that.”

“I know, but we should have told you before now. There aren’t enough hotel rooms in town and I didn’t want everyone staying so far away for tomorrow, so we’re going to be a bit crowded.”

Walking into the family room, I was greeted by a standing ovation. Well, everyone was already standing, and several people clapped. Mostly it was hugs and kisses from people I hadn’t seen yet. Gene and his wife Rebecca were at the rehearsal and the dinner, but my dad’s brother Daniel and his wife Kaye weren’t, having just driven in from Chicago. Neither were my mom’s sister Dixie and her husband Lee, who had arrived on their trip from Cincinnati at almost the same time.

It was great to see them, and they were excited for me, although I couldn’t help but feel some pangs of guilt. After all, they’d all showed up for my first wedding. I felt awkward that they came again for my second, but as Aunt Dixie told me, it was all about love and support. They all knew what I’d been through. They also knew what my parents had to endure. It wasn’t hard to understand that they were there as much for them as they were for me and Ann.

But my respective aunts and uncles weren’t the ones staying at the house. They’d made reservations for rooms at the local motel almost soon as they’d gotten the invitations. No, there were other guests staying at the house that weren’t related, other than Gene and Rebecca. But they might as well have been.

Coming across the room to greet me were the sisters. Well, they were my mother’s sorority sisters. Carrie made it to me first, her huge cleavage spilling out of her tight, low cut blouse. That was normal attire for her; I’d seen the big inner globes of her massive chest practically my entire life. Once she stopped hugging me, Paula latched on. She gave me a tight squeeze, her hand drifting down my back toward my ass, but stopping at my hip. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and I felt her tongue against my skin for the briefest of moments. Then she winked as she pulled back.

I thought back to the last time I’d seen Paula. I’d just finished eating her pussy and she walked out of the living room where I’d been sleeping…totally naked. I didn’t fuck her and she hadn’t done anything at all to me, other than trying to seduce me. Still, it wasn’t something I was necessarily ashamed of. After all, Ann knew about it, and she was more than okay with it.

Paula was a very sexual woman. Really, she always had been. I’d just never picked up on that as a kid. Carrie flaunted her big breasts, and Paula flirted, so it really wasn’t a surprise that they had approached me the way they had. That’s who they were.

Because of that, I brushed it off, taking the kiss on the cheek in stride, thanking Paula for the well wishes. Yet out of the corner of my eye I saw my mother approaching, the look on her face one that startled me. While she was smiling, I could see the fire in her eyes as she walked up between us, taking Paula by the arm.

“Neil, I hope Güzeloba Escort you don’t mind, but Paula and Rob are going to be staying in your old room again tonight.”

“Why would I mind?” I laughed. “It’s not my room anymore. I don’t live here, remember?”

“That’s right. You don’t live here, do you? That’s because you’re getting married tomorrow,” she said, simultaneously giving Paula an icy stare.

“Betsy, I –”

“Need to come with me. I have something to new I’d like to show you.”

Before I could say anything, mom was escorting Paula to the back of the house, her fingernails gripping into her arm as she led her through the foyer and down the hall.

I tried to put that out of my mind when Carrie came back over with her husband Mack, the two of them making small talk with me. I couldn’t help but steal glances toward the entrance to the foyer, wondering what was happening. I finally caught a glimpse of my mother back in the room taking to my father, but she disappeared again seconds later.

As time passed, it actually did sort of slip my mind. I had too many people talking to me, congratulating me again for what was yet to happen. Sure, it was only a day away, but it seemed odd. Perhaps that was because I didn’t have Ann by my side. Frankly, all the attention was a little unnerving; I hadn’t expected to come home to another celebration, even if it wasn’t my home any more. I was really hoping to go to bed. But as I did the math, I knew where I’d be sleeping, and that meant I wouldn’t be going to sleep any time soon.

Knowing that my relatives were staying at the motel, there would be nine people staying at the house, including four couples. With Rob and Paula taking my old room, and my parents in theirs, I could only assume that Connie and Mack would be staying in the spare bedroom they’d slept in the last time they were there. That meant Gene and Rebecca would be on the pull out couch in the living room. Being the odd man out, I knew I’d be relegated to the couch in the family room. The same room everyone was currently congregated in.

Well, almost everyone.

I bumped into my dad in the kitchen, fetching another beer for one of the guests. Checking to see if we were alone, I stopped him. “Dad, what’s going on?”

“Uh…I’m getting your Uncle Lee another beer, why?”

“Not that. Where’s Mom?”

“She’s…she’s back in our room,” he replied, being very careful with his words.

“And Paula?”

“She’s with your mom.”

“They’ve been gone for forty-five minutes.”

“And?” he smirked, taking a swig from his own beer as he leaned casually against the counter.

“And? What do you mean ‘and’? What the hell’s going on?”

“What do you want to know?”

“Mom got kind of mad at Paula. At least, she seemed to be. She said she wanted to show her something and they left. I haven’t seen either of them since. Well, that’s not true. I saw Mom talk to you for a minute and I saw you nod, but other than that….”

“Are you sure you want to know?” he asked, arching his eyebrow.

Thinking about the ramifications of his question, I wondered if I actually did. I knew it had something to do with what happened between me and Paula. Then I remembered my mother’s cryptic promise about somehow evening the score between the two of them, saying Paula had crossed the line by pursuing me sexually.

Still, all she had done this time was hug me and plant a kiss on the cheek. Sure, the kiss was a little over the top, but I was certain no one had been able to notice that.

Deciding my curiosity had been piqued enough, I replied, “Yes, I’d like to know.”

“Know what?” my Mom asked happily, walking past me to kiss my father flush on the lips. “Sorry that took so long, honey. Thanks for letting me take care of it.”

“Take care of what?” I wondered, more confused than ever.

“Neil wants answers, Bets. It’s up to you to tell him. I’m taking Lee his beer.” Patting me on the back, he chuckled, “Be careful what you ask, Neil. She just might tell you.”

Once he left, she said, “So you want to know what I did with Paula, right?”

“Uh…maybe?” I said sheepishly, unnerved by her frankness.

“There’s no maybe, sweetie. It’s either yes or no; which is it?”

“Could you give me the Cliff Notes version?”

“Neil, I love Paula. She’s a dear friend and I know her very well…in some ways I know her too well. I don’t blame you for what happened between the two of you. I’m sure it was just innocent fun between consenting adults. But she crossed a line having sex with you.”

“Mom, I –”

She patted me on the face, the loving look in her eyes matching her smile. “I don’t need to know the details to know something happened. Besides, she confessed, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

“I’m not worried. I just…what did you do with her? I still don’t see her,” I asked, looking out into the family room.

“She’s in bed where I left her,” she grinned.

“Uh, I’m afraid to ask what that means.”

“It Güzeloba Escort Bayan doesn’t matter, because I wouldn’t tell you anyway. That’s between me and Paula, although she did say that Ann’s a very lucky girl.” “Huh?”

She rubbed her hand back and forth across my arm, the way she always did when she’d have a little chat with me. “Paula told me about what you did for her. It’s nice to know that you know there’s more than one way to please a woman. Apparently take after your father that way too, sweetie,” she whispered, leaving me in the kitchen to pick up my jaw off the floor.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Lying on the couch, I wondered if I was going to fall asleep at all. There were so many things going through my mind all at once I felt bombarded. And none of them had anything to do with Ann, or the wedding.

Remembering the last time I’d been in my parent’s house with that many people, most of them the same cast of characters, I kept waiting for the sounds of sex to start, wondering who would be first and how loud it would be. I was almost straining my ears to hear, and yet I didn’t want to. I hoped not to. I wanted to go to sleep, but my mind kept telling me it was going to happen.

It almost did. Well, actually it did, just not to the degree I’d thought. I’d been on the couch for twenty minutes or so, staring at the clock as it passed midnight when I heard Gene and Rebecca. We were literally just a few feet apart, separated only by the wall between us. I didn’t think they were fucking at first, because I never dreamed she would let her guard down in the house.

Rebecca was a very attractive woman, but not one I’d ever considered sexual. She seemed more stoic than that, more refined. Gene had tried to marry someone like our mother. Mom had always come across as a Southern Belle, having lived in the south for a while during our time in Virginia. Yet Rebecca was more the real deal, born and raised in South Carolina, where she and Gene still lived.

Her dark chestnut hair was long and flowing, cascading over her shoulders. She was a woman of curves, with larger than average breasts and very shapely legs. And her personality was very similar to Mom’s, which I was sure helped attract Gene. What he likely didn’t know was that our mother, while seeming the prim and proper type, was not only sexually active, she was a bit of a slut. I’d never known that until I’d gotten divorced and moved back home. As I heard Rebecca start to squeak from the pounding she was taking, I wondered if I’d misjudged her as well.

I never really got the chance to make an informed decision on that. I groaned, thinking their romp in the living room was going to start a chain reaction throughout the rest of the house. Instead, it was over in what seemed like minutes from when I first heard them. I checked the clock on the VCR again and shook my head when I did the math.

“Six minutes?” I questioned, not believing it had been so short. “Jeez, Gene, I hope there was at least a lot of foreplay,” I mused, but I knew there hadn’t been.

At that point, I was hoping that perhaps it was just one of those quick, intense fucks, where the passion becomes so overwhelming that the action becomes like a comet burning across the sky. When I heard the muttering from the other side of the wall, I knew better. Rebecca was upset and Gene appeared to be apologizing. At least, that was the impression I had.

Their discussion quickly ended, and I could hear the heated silence coming through the air vents. My ears were ringing as I listened, not sure what I was listening for. Gene and Rebecca remained quiet, as did the rest of the house. While I expected someone else in the house to start up, it never happened. Finally rolling onto my side, I closed my eyes, worried I’d get no rest for the biggest day of my life.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I’d woken up with a start. Actually, it happened several times, my body snapping upright. At first I thought it was one of those sleep depraved moments where you’re so tired you jerk yourself awake just as you’re drifting off. Yet the second time it happened I was sure I heard something, only to come to the conclusion that I’d been dreaming.

I suppose it could have been the sounds of sex coming from one of the back bedrooms; after all, that very fear was on my mind from the moment I laid down on the couch. But at that point I didn’t really care; I was so exhausted I’d fall back to sleep as soon as my head went back to my pillow. Luckily, I eventually fell into such a deep slumber that I felt totally rested and relaxed hours later as I sat next to Gene eating my cereal.

Well, as relaxed as I could be under the scrutinizing stare coming from Rebecca, who was sitting on the couch I’d slept on. She wasn’t really glaring at me. I was just in the way of her intended target; Gene was using me as some kind of shield to hide from her penetrating eyes.

I’d seen that look several times in the twelve years they’d been married. Rebecca was pissed, and Gene was laying low until the heat was Escort Güzeloba off. Unfortunately, I’d inadvertently sat in the line of fire. Every once in a while I’d tear my attention away from the cartoon and glance over, flashing a smile that softened her mood for a moment. Yet that was temporary, her steely brown eyes narrowing again once whenever I’d return to the antics on the screen a few feet in front of me.

I had gotten up to take my bowl to the kitchen and as I was rinsing it out in the sink, I felt I was being watched. Turning my head, I found her standing to my right, her ass pressed up against the counter.

“Hey Sis,” I smiled, calling her by the name I usually used whenever we were together.

“Hi. Big day, huh?”

“Yeah, pretty big,” I nodded, wondering where the conversation was going. She just stood there, staring at the linoleum on the floor, her bare feet shifting back and forth like she couldn’t get comfortable. “Are you okay?” I finally asked, bending down slightly to try and get her to make eye contact.

“That obvious?” She shifted her eyes to meet mine, her head still down.

“What’s wrong?”

“I got to meet Ann last night. She’s amazing, Neil. I feel like she’s my sister-in-law already.”

“That’s what’s wrong, you met Ann?”

“Ha…no. I guess I’m just a little jealous.”

“Jealous? Of what?”

“You. And her. I don’t know how it happened, but we started talking about…well, sex.”

“HA! That’s really not hard to believe with Ann, Rebecca. It would be stranger if she didn’t bring it up.”

Her big eyelashes started batting at me; the bashful expression on her face one I’d never seen on her before. “She…she told me what you did.”

“She did? Oh, okay. Uh…what did I do?”

“She told me what you did…at the church,” she smiled nervously, biting the corner of her lip. “Was she telling the truth?”

“Ann always tells the truth. What exactly did she tell you?”

“She said you…licked her.”

Laughing again, I shrugged. “I’d like to think I did more than just that. But yeah, it happened.”

“You’re not upset that she told me, are you?”

“Why should I be? I’m sure she had a reason.”

“Well, she said that she wanted to tell someone.”

“Why do you think she really told you?”

She thought about it for a moment, finally saying, “I think she just wanted to confide in someone.”

“She wanted to confide in you, Sis. I think that was her way of letting you know that she wants to trust you.”

“Wow. That’s a pretty big secret, don’t you think?”

“Sure, but I know you’ll keep it. She also probably wanted to feel you out.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I’m guessing she wanted to find out your feelings on the subject. She is who she is, but if she got the impression you were uncomfortable talking about sex, she’d shy away from talking about it around you.”

Rebecca wrinkled her nose and said, “Why would she think I’m uncomfortable talking about it? Does she really think that?”

“How would I know? We didn’t talk about your views on sexuality. I’m just saying she would want you to be comfortable around her. Obviously she must feel that you don’t have a problem with it or she wouldn’t have told you.”

“Do you think I’m uncomfortable with sex?”

“Talking about it…or having it?” I laughed.

“You know what I mean.”

“Not necessarily. But you do come across as prim and proper most of the time.”

“I’m not a prude, Neil.”

“I never said you were. Do you have a problem with what Ann and I did?”

“No. Hell no. That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard. I can’t remember the last time I got that turned on,” she grinned, looking at the floor again.

“Oooohhh,” I nodded, suddenly getting the bigger picture.

She looked up, her eyes squinting as she wondered about my response. “Ooh, what?”

“Uh, nothing, Sis,” I waved, hoping to deflect her inquiry.

“Please, Neil,” she said as she touched my forearm.

“It’s just that I…I heard you and Gene last night.”

Her hand flew over her mouth, covering up her reaction. “You did?”

“Well yeah, I slept on the couch. You were just on the other side of the wall. What did you expect?”

“Actually, I expected…more,” she confessed.

“Yeah, I could kind of tell.”

“Oh God, you heard us arguing too,” she gasped, her hushed voice sounding despondent.

I put my arm around her shoulder and said, “Not really. I could just tell you were disappointed.”

“Well yeah…another night without a happy ending. I love your brother, Neil, but I wish he were a little more like you, sometimes.”

“What in the world makes you say that?”

“I talked to Ann, remember,” she smiled bashfully. “We ended up talking about more than just what you did at the church.”

“I can only imagine.”

“She’s a remarkable woman. And whatever she said, please know that I won’t tell anyone. I can keep a secret.”

I arched my eyebrow, thinking of several times where Rebecca had innocently burned me by spilling something I’d told her in confidence. Thinking of the most recent, I said, “Yeah, like when I told you last October that I bought Gene the new graphite driver he wanted for Christmas, and then he called me the next day to thank me?”

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Julie crouched between my legs hanging over the edge of our bed, with my left testicle in her mouth, her left hand stroking my shaft and her fingers flicking and rubbing my cock head. Her tongue flicked my left ball in her mouth sending streamers of almost irresistible pleasure through me. I shot a full load when she released my testicle, shifted position and took me between her lips and……..

Ever seen the movie ‘Apocalypse Now’? The first words after the opening are “Saigon. Shit. I was still only in Saigon”. Well, as I woke up I was still only in this shit hole, far, far away from Julie and her warm, soft, delicious body. What woke me? The bloody usual – we were under attack. I crawled out of the tent and made my way to my Stand To position, shoving a full magazine in my service rifle as I went and for two hours I helped return fire.

Thinking of Julie was what sustained me here, as I watched the tracer above and around me – red and green. Tracer looks innocuous but for every one of those pretty whizzing coloured lights there’s four or six black, unseen killers in between them.

I’m Tired, filthy, mentally weary, too bloody hot and I want to go HOME! Nine months here is torture. But my pal George ‘Daz’ White would say that’s what I get for being too much of a bloody specialist. God, I can hear him now, laughing with me. Wish we still could but he went home 3 months ago. Bugger. Off now to try and finish my dream

………Hi babe, how was your day? You’re lonely? Yeah, me to. No, I haven’t ravaged any of those nurses. A chance would be great ’cause I am as horny as a two-dicked tomcat but I’m nowhere near them. I just want you, babe. I want you to ravage me. I want to lie back and have you do dirty things to me. Yes, like that honey. Mmmmmm

WOKA WOKA WOKA WOKA was the next sound I heard, moving swiftly from the south in the early morning air, circling to the west and getting closer. A chopper. Re-supply. In it came, fast and low and taking some fire from the bastards but pouring down plenty of it’s own. Suddenly it was over the wall and dropping onto the dusty pad. The engines never stopped, the blades kept chopping the air. The ramp came down and the ground crew unloaded the supplies and loaded up some injured lads then off it went like the proverbial bat out of hell, firing flares to distract SAM’s and pouring machine gun fire down on the enemy positions. Our gunners provided covering fire to help keep the bastards heads down.

As it turned out, there was mail amongst the supplies and I had a small, soft, squishy package from Julie and a couple of letters from family and friends – including a postcard from Daz, on holiday in bloody Barbados! I made my way swiftly to my tent with Julie’s package held tight. Luckily I have a tent to myself. I closed the flap right down despite the heat, dropped my belt kit by Manavgat Escort my bed, lay my rifle on a clean ground sheet under my bed, beside ‘Victoria’, my special rifle. I’d clean it after I’d opened Julie – or at least her package.

The padded envelope contained a long, loving and quite sexy letter telling me about stuff at home, at work and that she still found it difficult to sleep alone and she missed me. Also in the package was a plastic zip-lock bag containing a pair of her panties; A silky red pair; the sort that I just loved to see her wearing. There was a separate note inside saying she had worn these all day at work; had played with herself while wearing them in her lunch break and later when she got home ’cause she was horny and. She knew how much I loved the taste and smell of her so she sent them. I lay back, held them to my face and breathed the scent of home, our bed, and my woman and remembered the last time I saw Julie wearing these very knickers. It was at a formal dinner……

Julie is 5’8” with hazel eyes, raven black hair which she keeps short and styled spiky with gel, with a fair complexion and she wore her beautiful black satin evening dress on this occasion. It was strapless with an integrated bodice that supported her breasts without a bra, had a red sash around the waist, flared out from just below this and came down to just above her knees. With it she wore black high heels that accentuated her quite naturally shapely legs, black shimmer effect garter top stockings and her favourite pearl necklace, which I loved her to wear in bed as I found the sight of it against her naked body a tremendous turn on.

The dinner event finished at midnight and we got a taxi home, continuing the teasing of each other we had kept up (hopefully discreetly) all evening. Once home, I put on some music and soft lights and we danced some more, kissing and caressing each other. I gripped her gorgeous ass and pulled her against me and she felt just how hard and excited I was. She leaned back from me slightly, looked at me with her moon-pool eyes and said ‘I know what you need just about now’. She then lay face down on the rug and lifted her hips and ass up towards me. Julie knows that when I am this excited I need a quick, but satisfying, solution and ‘doggie’ was just the answer right now. She also knew that, after this relief, my second erection would last much longer and she had plans for it, as usual! I got down behind her, raised her dress over her ass and gazed at her bum clad in those red silk knickers, getting harder at the prospect of entering her hot, moist love pool. I threw off my jacket, opened my trousers, shoved them and my boxers down to my knees and eagerly guided myself into her as deep as I could go. Julie purred and pushed her hips back onto me to make sure I was right in to the hilt. My full-length Manavgat Escort bayan thrusts quickly became urgent. There is something about loving Julie this way that makes it impossible for me to do it for long before the pressure and pleasure combine in an explosion. Julie rarely orgasm’s with me this way but she knows she’ll be adequately compensated in a little while.

I exploded and cried out in sweet release. It really felt like I had totally emptied myself into her, and she kept pushing her hips back on me as if to be sure she got it all as deeply as possible. I collapsed onto her, panting, telling her I loved her and caressing her bum cheeks and tummy. After I recovered my breath I slipped slowly out and fixed her dress back down over her, already thinking of what happens next; of getting her spread-eagled on the bed, legs wide, kissing her from mouth to tits to belly and then up the insides of each thigh to her now very moist, sweet, smooth pussy and…………… SHIT! I heard my name being called. It was my mate Tonto shouting for me with new orders. He slapped the side of my tent and excused himself as he stuck his head in (the closed flaps warned him I wanted a bit of privacy). Our next operation had us well busy with preparations the rest of the day.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Julie and about eating her gorgeous pussy. She usually kept it nice and neatly trimmed and shaved her lips, occasionally letting her garden grow wild just for a change. But sometimes, oh sometimes, she’d surprise me with a fully shaved and lusciously smooth mound and lips. That REALLY gets me goin’, and she knows it. I love to kiss and lick that shaven haven. That’s when I love to get her at the side of the bed (or the sofa or the table!!), kneeling between her thighs with her feet on my shoulders and my mouth, like a limpet, on her pussy licking and sucking her clitty and pushing one or two fingers inside massaging her. This always gave her a body-quaking orgasm that I adore watching. Sometimes I reached up and stroked her nipples and massaged her breasts as I ate her. Then as she would be coming down from her orgasms, I’d slip myself into her and we’d slow-fuck to a ‘second coming’. I always enjoyed that. Right now, though, time to get fed, get the water and the rest of the kit finalised and head out before sunset.

Looking through night vision goggles for long periods can play tricks on your eyes. That eerie, high contrast green & black world has no beauty and in it. I was watching six of those fuckers skilfully making their way toward the main road. They knew what technology we had and worked hard to make it difficult for us but it’s almost impossible to completely hide from night vision kit. They were just over 500 metres away and had to cross a piece of open ground to get to the road to lay their booby-traps. Escort Manavgat They scanned and moved with extreme caution but I saw them clearly. I had a good line of sight and chose the second one. I waited for him to move out of cover, finalized my aim and squeezed the trigger. ‘Victoria’ jumped, her high velocity bullet covering the distance in less than half a second. He dropped, then quietness again.

My mind went back to Julie and I fished out her panties from inside my combat smock and inhaled her scent again. Oh, how I longed to be home and sleeping with her by my side. Well, not long now. In a month, if none of the buggers got me, I’d be there, with her, on her, in her, tasting her and satisfying my hunger for her. One of the ways we liked to love each other was me on my back, Julie’s head in my lap with my cock in her mouth and a hand on my balls; she’d position herself so I could reach down and get two fingers into her and my thumb just slightly into her ass, pushing in with just a little pressure. This seemed to aid her orgasm. She sometimes also liked a finger just into her ass when she would straddle me for a ‘girl on top’ session. Loved that. “Tired Soldier” position we called it! She often rode my cock really hard and would cum before me in several waves, her juice soaking me. But she’d keep riding until I came and then continue lying on top of me as I deflated, kissing and cuddling. It wasn’t unusual for us to fall asleep that way.

I got a two-word message in my earpiece. I checked the ground ahead and saw what I had been warned of, what we had expected, more of them coming in a convoy of small trucks. I spoke quietly into my radio, brought my rifle down beside me and shuffled myself lower into the hole in the ground I was in. Tonto, to my left, fired three rounds from the long range, 12.7mm calibre rifle. One of those bullets would cripple a helicopter. Two of his shots went into the lead truck, 800m away, and it’s front end disintegrated. The convoy stopped, confused. All as planned, so far.

The next sound I heard was the angry chatter of our machine guns, then the staccato hammering of our heavy machine guns 300 metres behind us followed by the ‘thunk-whistle’ of heavy mortars and in the distance I began to hear the drone and buzz of the heavily armed helicopters. I had 5 minutes before my team had to move and hell on earth was visited upon those poor sods. I rolled over on my back and stared up into the sky to watch the deadly tracer light show playing across the tranquillity of the awesome starry night. As I did I thought of my Julie again and the words of one of my favourite songs came to me…

‘As the tracer glides, in it’s graceful arc, send a little prayer out to ya ‘cross the fallin’ dark…….’

With 2 minutes to go before we moved I just lay and pictured Julie, naked, waiting for me. Lying on our bed, her make-up done to perfection; pussy shaved, teasing herself with her fingers and saying “come home, fuck me hard, I love you.” And I would. I would go home and do just that and when I got back to camp I’d dream of it but now it was time to MOVE, MOVE, GO!!…………….

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I am Sanjay, 37 years old businessman who works from home. My wife Pooja is in a job. She is very career oriented and often works late. S our married life is virtually zero. Sex for her is a necessary thing in marriage, but she does not enjoy it much. So I end up becoming very sexually unsatisfied and often lonely.

In this state I was contacted by my old neighbour Satish. He was 3 years my junior and we used to play cricket together when I was in my doing my MBA and he was in college. He used to treat me like his brother and would tell me everything including his crushes and infatuations. Sometimes he would also introduce his girlfriends to me.

Now after so many years, he was coming over to live in Delhi and wanted me to search for a good house. I had done that.

I met him at the railway station and he told me that next week his wife will also be joining him. He planned a house warming party for us then. Fortunately my wife had to go out of town for work and so that party night I went to his house alone. He opened the door and called out the name Anita.

The door of his bedroom opened and out walked the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Anita was around 5ft 6inches, with the body that would even make a dead man have an erection. She had nice shoulder length black hair and dark brown lively eyes. She was wearing a yellow saree with a sleeveless blouse and I could see her proud breasts under the saree pallu. I was intoxicated by her beauty and must be staring as Satish asked me what happened. I collected myself and told him frankly that I was jealous as he had such a beautiful wife. He laughed. I went forward to shake hands with his wife who was blushing. I held her hand and could feel its hot softness. Her hand was in mine for an eternity before she took it away. That whole evening the atmosphere was really charged up for me and many times, she caught me staring at her while Satish was unaware and chatting about old times.

That night I had wet dreams of Anita. Next day I called their house in the afternoon, knowing very well that Satish would be at work. Anita took the phone and I said, hey sexy, remember me?

She said are you Sanjay. I complimented her on her recognition and told her frankly that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever met and I told her that I wanted to be her friend. She calmly said that if you are my husband’s friend, then you are mine too.

I told her that I want to make you my special friend. She just laughed and said – let’s see. That gave me lot of hope and excitement. We chatted for some more time and I told her that if she wants to respond to me as a friend, then she should call me next time. She asked me when is the best time. I told her suggestively that Pooja(my wife) was out during afternoons.

Next afternoon, she called on my mobile and said guess who is it? I said the woman of my fantasies. She gave a laugh that thrilled me. I told her that I dreamt of her and she said you should not do that because I am your friend’s wife. I told her remember, you are my special friend? She said she had still not agreed, just said let’s see…

Our chatting and flirting on phone continued and we used to chat around 1-2 hours every afternoon. I would call her darling, sexy, hottie etc. and she would just call me silly admirer. We were getting along very well and I would many times tell her that I wished I was her husband and make love to her. She would just laugh off these comments.

Then the day came when it was her birthday. I told her what present she would like? She said, you are my admirer, you decide what you want me to wear. I took a bold step. I got my wife to choose a normal dress for her. Also I had secretly purchased a short silky black nighty for her. I got the nighty packed under the dress. I told her that my present is under the normal present so don’t open in front of everyone.

That evening my wife and I went to their house for the party. Anita was wearing a pink saree with a low cut blouse. She was looking so hot and desirable and I had trouble keeping my erection hidden. As she was passing me once, I asked her what my return gift is. She asked me what you want? I said a kiss and a peek. Örnekköy Escort She blushed and again said let’s see.

I went to their bathroom and flushed the soap in the toilet. I called out to Anita that there is no soap. She left the guests and came in with the soap. I pulled her in and held her tight and told her I am taking my return gift. She resisted, and then closed her eyes and I kissed her lightly on her lips, then deeper and played with her tongue. She responded with a tremble. Then quickly pushed me away and left.

Later while she was serving tea, she deliberately dropped her pallu to give me the view of her glorious breasts.When our eyes met, she smiled innocently. In front of everyone, she asked me how was the tea. I said out of the world. Only both of us knew what I was talking about.

Next afternoon, I complimented her on her sexy body and I asked her about my gift. She said it was beautiful but she couldn’t wear it anywhere, not even in front of Satish. I told her that she should wear it atleast once for me, she again said her usual, let’s see. Then she asked me how was the return gift. I told her wonderful and I dreamed of it many times. I told her that I wanted her completely. Wanted to make to love to her. She said, Sanjay,don’t say such things as I am your husband’s wife. I said, I am hoping you will be my special friend. As usual she laughed and said that I was very persistent and ended with her ususal let’s see. My hope was now very high.

A few days later, I was invited to a dance party to a business associate’s house but Pooja was again out. So I invited Satish and my dream girl. She looked ravishing that night.She was wearing a simple black knee length skirt and a white lacy top. I could see the contours of her breasts clearly under the soft hugging material. It was obvious that she was wearing a black bra. I knew that today I had to take my chance and dare to go where I always dreamt of going.

Satish likes to drink and he soon got high. I asked him if I could dance with his wife. He said go ahead and enjoy the dance.

I took Anita to the dance floor that was semi dark. She was a good dancer and we were having a nice time on the floor. Then there was a slow dance number and I took her in my arms. She seemed uncomfortable with my move and said let’s go back, I can’t dance with you like this. What will Satish say? We looked at Satish’s table and saw that he was busy watching the giant MTV TV screen. I told her, see he is seeing the dancing beauties on TV, and let me see my dancing beauty from closer.I also told her not to worry as Satish won’t see.

With this reassurance I persuaded her to be comfortable with my close touch and took her to the corner of the dance floor away from Satish’s view. We started close dancing and I put my hands around her back and pulled her to me. Her scent was intoxicating. I told her I want to kiss you. She said never. I said, I have kissed you before, just want to do it properly not hurriedly like last time. She did not say anything and just closed her eyes. I took the opportunity and kissed her on her lips. Slowly she kissed me back and our kissing got more intense. I was soon kissing her deeply and she was trembling with excitement. My hand slowly started caressing her back and pulling her tighter. Then I brought one of hands between us and started caressing her breast. She took a deep breath and said no. The moment was broken and I had to recover. I said sorry I got carried away.

We continued dancing and kissing but I kept alert not to caress her body. Then I hit upon a plan. I told her to take a bet. She said what? I said I will kiss you in front of Satish. She said he will shout and our friendship will be over. I told her that if he shouts, then I will say sorry and never ever kiss her again. If he says nothing then we will dance again and I can do what I want with her. She agreed. I said ok, then let me take a last kiss properly in case I loose the bet. This time, I held her very tight and could feel her whole body crushed against mine. I had a hard penis and asked her that could she feel my intense desire for her. She had her arms around my neck tightly and just nodded with Örnekköy Escort Bayan her eyes looking at me directly.I kissed her deeply one last time looking back at her with desire for written all over my face. She kissed me back deeply understanding my desire for her.Then we went back to Satish with my hand deliberately around her shoulder.

On reaching the table and I started complimenting Satish on how good a dancer his wife was. I asked him innocently – is she a good kisser also? He said lovely kisser. I know Satish was drunk, so I asked him, can I check? In his intoxication he said, yes check. In front of him I got up and sat next to his wife and kissed her deeply. Then I turned to him and said, yes you were right she is a great kisser.The best I have ever kissed. Even Pooja is no match. Anita was left astounded at my daring. Now I knew my chance had come.

Again I asked her for a dance, she looked at Satish hoping he would say no. But Satish was too busy with the TV and said go Anita, dance with my friend. Let him have a good time.

This time on the dance floor, I took her to the corner again and kissed her hard. She kissed me back. Then I looked deep in her eyes and told her, are you mine now? She looked down embarrassed and just nodded. I lifted her chin and told her to look in my eyes. She did and it was so exciting for me. I deliberately took my hand down to her left breast and started caressing it. She trembled. I kissed her deep while I continued to caress her breasts. I could feel her responding with the hardening of her nipples under her top. I told her that I want to make love to her. She said bravely that she had lost a bet not her morals. “I am yours only as long as we are on the dance floor” she said. I said then let me make you mine here and now.

I turned her around and pressed her back into my waiting hard on. Then I twined my fingers in hers as we stood close to each other and gently lifted both her hands above her and made her hold my neck. Then I asked her to kiss me. She turned her head and my waiting lips were deeply embedded in hers as our tongues hungriliy explored each others’. I dropped my hands along her arms and slowly held both her breasts while I pressed my hard penis into her back. I asked her, can you feel my desire for you? She said yes, but it is not right.

I just fondled her breasts, which she had lost the right to refuse, in reply and was rewarded by her hardening nipples under her bra. I said open your shirt. She said no way. I said ok another bet. I am going to kiss you and fondle your breasts in front of Satish; if he does not object then I am going to take your bra and panties as a reward. She said Satish will never tolerate but accepted the bet on being challenged on the condition that I will have to return them before we leave the party as she could not go home without wearing them as what will Satish say.

I agreed grudgingly and continued caressing her till the slow number lasted and could see that she was totally aroused and ready for anything. Her whole body was responding to my touches and I had also lifted her skirt and felt her totally wet panties.She had feebly resisted but I told her I am only feeling her panties as these will soon be mine.She said only if you win the bet which you will never win.

We went back and this time I told Satish that you’re his wife danced and kissed well and can I kiss her properly once. He said go ahead. This time I kissed Anita and while kissing started fondling her breasts. I stopped kissing but kept fondling her breasts in Satish’s full view. He just said jokingly, isn’t she good? I agreed and told her that she has a lovely body also which I can feel as I continued playing with her breasts.

Soon it was time for my next move. Satish was getting too drunk. I asked, if he would like to sleep for sometime as the party was still young? He agreed.I took him to one of the rooms and he went to sleep. I told him, I have the key, just call me on my mobile when you wake up.

Now I took Anita to the dance floor dark corner and really played with her breasts and whole body and totally aroused her with my kisses and touches. Now I told her to remove Escort Örnekköy her panties. She was about to that, but I said, let me do it. I turned her towards the corner and covered her with my body. I lifted her skirt and slowly slid down her panties. I could feel them totally wet.

She bent and removed them and handed them to me and I smelled her smell of excitement. I kept the panties in my pocket. She turned around and I kissed her deeply looking meaningfully into her eyes. She just nodded acceptance knowing fully well what I was about to do.Now I slowly opened her top buttons one by one with one hand while my other hand was busy playing with her nakedness under her skirt. She said she won’t remove her top as the bet was only for the bra. So I helped her unbuckle her bra and removed it from the side openings in her top.

She looked at me and pleaded, see now I am not wearing anything below my top and skirt and am feeling naked. Let me go and put them back on. I said ok, but let’s dance for sometime first. Now I could feel her pointed nipples under her silken shirt material and really caressed her properly. What a feeling having hot Anita in my arms almost naked and feeling her body all over!We were both completely crushed to each other and our bodies were moving in unison on the dance floor while my hands were exploring all the charms of her womanhood.

When the song ended we went back to the empty table. Her nipples were totally erect and in full view of anyone under her shirt. She said she was feeling like a slut and wanted the bra back as she could see how her body was being exposed. I told her that I will help her and covered her breasts with my hand and kissed her there deeply. We continued in this state and even the waiters could see me fully playing with her body. Her eyes were closed and she had given up on resisting and had opened her legs wide as my hand was playing with her pussy almost in view as her skirt was hiked up. Suddenly I could feel her stiffness and was just barely able to cover her mouth with mine before she orgasmed. Her shivering took me to a new high and I wanted to fuck her there and then.

I waited for her to relax and as she opened her eyes I looked into them and said, let’s go to a room where we are alone. She said no you just wait here and give me my undergarments so I can dress up. I told her that as I had removed them, I will also make you wear them. She had no answer to this argument.

So she followed me to an empty room which I locked while looking at her. She asked me to give her the undergarments. I told her I want to kiss her first. I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. She responded as I rolled my fingers around her nipples. I sucked her nipples under her silk shirt and could see her nipples visible under her shirt wet with my saliva. I lifted her and she looked at me with wide eyes and asked me what I was doing. I said “I am taking you to bed”.

She moaned no but I ignored her plea. Slowly I kissed her whole body over her clothes as hse lay on the bed. She was moaning and trembling and I asked her for a request to kiss her breasts properly once. She said ok, but only once and then I did not ask her anything. I just opened her shirt and started roughly sucking her breasts with all the passion. Her skirt was soon rolled up and I took no time in undressing. She saw my hard penis and her eyes widened at the thought that she was going to get fucked by her husband’s friend while her husband was asleep in a room nearby.

She kept responding to my touches now and then finally told me not to stop and took my penis and guided it between her open and inviting legs. As I entered her, she shouted in ecstasy and I responded by a deep throated kiss. Then we just went crazy with desire as I pounded her pussy and she pounded back with her hips. Soon I could take it no more and my sperms flooded her vagina deeply and we lay back. Fully satisfied.

As she looked at me with satisfied eyes I aked her – “Are you my special friend now?” This time she nodded and asked me to kiss her.With this first fuck, I am now anticipating many more.

This is my favourite fantasy and I am hoping that any married woman who is also lonely like me and wants an online friendship will respond to my request for friendship I want a close sensuous and emotionally deep friendship, not just hot sex talk only. (Though that is also welcome). Bye For now and looking forward to becoming friends with a nice married lady.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn’t be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don’t expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.

Note: If you are familiar with my work, you may have noticed the reoccurrence of Erin in a few of my stories. I did really date Erin in high school, she really did dump me at the beginning of our senior year and we really never got beyond second base. The stories that have featured her are, like so many others I’ve written, fantasies I’ve had in lieu of ever actually getting her naked and enjoying the pleasures of her flesh. I can’t say that this will be the last one featuring her; I’m sure she will continue to visit my fantasies and reveal herself to me in new ways.

What a way to spend the holidays. Michelle and I had spent part of the night on Christmas, after exchanging gifts, talking about breaking up. We’d decided against it and were planning to work things out, then decided on New Year’s Eve to break up anyway. We’d been dating since shortly after I’d graduated from high school, but once I’d gone off to college, things had gotten rocky. Breaking up was actually probably the best thing in the end, but I sure didn’t feel that certain about it as the new year started. The last thing I probably needed was Erin complicating things; she’d dumped me at the start of our senior year in high school and had been wishy-washy about whether she felt it was the right thing for over a year since. She was home on Christmas break, too, and when she called me to get caught up on our respective first semesters at college, naturally she asked how things were going with Michelle.

She seemed more distressed than I was when she learned of the decision that we’d made, but I started to question her sincerity when she called me up a little while after we’d hung up to invite me up to her parents’ house to watch a movie that night. She claimed that she was just concerned about my well-being and I figured I had nothing to lose, so I accepted her invitation. I was surprised when I arrived to find that we were the only ones there; her parents and little sister had gone to see some relatives for the evening. I was further surprised when she told me that she’d received tickets to Les Miserables on Broadway for Christmas and wondered whether I’d be interested in going with her, presumably because I was going to school in NYC and knew my way around. When I hesitated, she told me that there were no strings attached and that she was just hoping to glom off my knowledge of the city for an afternoon. Again I figured I had nothing to lose, so I accepted.

We settled in to watch the movie and it really was just like back when we were dating again, except without the threat of a parent or sister interrupting us. It wasn’t long before we were making out and ignoring the movie. We’d never made it beyond second base when we’d been dating but I didn’t think tonight was the occasion to try to push it, so I was content to suck her tongue and fondle her petite boobies through her blouse again. She didn’t try to push it, either, so when the night drew to a close, we were probably both a little bit fired up and I will admit that I harbored a bit of hope that I’d gotten her worked up enough to give her something to think about while she lay in bed that night. The only other thing I did was squeeze her ass a little as I kissed her goodnight.

It was a Saturday evening performance that she was taking me to a few days later, so we dressed up pretty nicely for a couple of college kids. I will admit that she was looking pretty stunning in a red silk blouse and snug black skirt with her long black hair worn loose about her shoulders. We took the train into Penn Station, then got on a subway heading uptown. The weather wasn’t bad for early January, so we took a walking tour of the campus before heading over to my dorm room. It was kind of weird to be in the dorm, which was usually a hub of activity, and have it be so quiet, but it did end up being conducive to what we spent our time there doing. We shed our coats and sat on the edge of my bed and were very quickly making out again. It seemed by mutual, unspoken agreement that we started to recline and, after kicking off our shoes, were soon completely horizontal on my bed.

Naturally, my Kumköy Escort hand soon ended up on her perky tits, though this time I unbuttoned her blouse and caressed her hard nipples through her black bra before popping open the front clasp of that, as well. It had been a long time since my hand had felt the soft, smooth bare flesh of her tits and probably equally as long since I’d seen them or licked and sucked her nipples. Consequently, I was soon kissing my way down her neck and along her collarbone before taking a quick peek at her tits, her hard nipples and her small, pink areolas. My mouth was soon alternating from one nipple to the other, flicking them with my tongue or sucking them gently between my lips. Erin’s response was of somebody who was thoroughly enjoying having her nipples licked and sucked. Since she seemed really into it, I went ahead and ran my one hand from her bare waist down along her ass and upper thigh until I found the hem of her skirt. As I continued to work on her nipples with my lips and tongue, I started to slide my hand up under her skirt.

I was pleasantly surprised when, not only didn’t she stop me, but she actually spread her legs to allow me easier access. My only concern was that I didn’t have much experience with pantyhose and how to deal with them, which ended up not being a problem when I reached the top of her stockings and found that they were clipped to an elastic strap. When I realized what I had encountered, I raised my head and looked at Erin who had opened her eyes to see why I had abandoned her nipples.

“You’re wearing garters!” I exclaimed, stating the obvious. When she nodded, I asked, “Can I take a look?”

She nodded again so I moved down to kneel between her legs and slowly slid her skirt up until I saw the pale flesh of her upper thighs between the tops of her stockings and the black bikini panties she’d pulled up over the garters. I leaned down, intending only to kiss that exposed flesh but, when she reacted with a squirm and a moan, I ended up kissing the front of her panties before pulling them aside. Her black bush was trim and neat but I only admired it for a moment, never having seen it before, then lowered my head while jutting out my tongue and licked up her slit. She was practically overflowing with pungent juices and moaned again as I ran my tongue up the length of her pussy before focusing it on her clit. Once I’d slipped a finger into her snug, slippery pussy and started to lick her clit, she let out a louder, much longer moan and gripped my head in her hands.

My cock was throbbing as I devoured Erin’s pussy but I wasn’t even considering fucking her at that point. I’d obviously need relief before we left my dorm room, but the fact that she was wearing stockings with garters and bikini panties and I was eating her pussy was so much more than I had been expecting already that I would have been more than content with a handjob. Making her cum wasn’t even my primary concern as I was licking and sucking her clit while fingering her tight hole; I was just relishing that I had been given the opportunity to do what I was doing. I glanced up, making sure to etch every detail into my memory and saw her pink nipples aiming at the ceiling, topping her pale breasts. Beyond that, her green eyes were hidden behind her eyelids, but her mouth was open as she moaned continually louder. I looked back down at her trim black bush and glanced around at the garter belt, garters and stocking tops, still thinking how surreal the whole thing was.

Her hips were starting to rock faster toward my face as I felt her pussy becoming even more engorged and slippery around my probing index finger. I was pleased that it looked like she was definitely going to cum but, at the same time, I wasn’t sure that I was ready to be done eating her pussy. I had a feeling, though, based on what she’d selected to wear and what she was currently feeling, that this wasn’t going to end up being my only opportunity. With that in mind, I focused on getting her the rest of the way to an intensely pleasurable orgasm.

She started tensing up as though she was almost there, but not quite, so I continued what I was doing until she let out a wail and her whole body began to shake. I could feel fresh juices flooding her pussy as she came and lapped them up as they seeped around my finger. As her convulsions tapered off to tremors, then to the occasional aftershock, I raised my head, slipped my finger from her pussy into my mouth and let her panties slide back over her bush. While she lay there recovering, I moved up to lie beside her, watching her tits as her chest heaved until she’d caught her breath.

“That was the first time somebody else ever gave me an orgasm,” she confessed, breathlessly, turning Kumköy Escort Bayan her face toward mine, her green eyes glowing. “In fact,” she continued, “I had my very first orgasm after you left the night that we watched that movie.” My feeling of incredulity must have shown on my face because she went on to explain that I’d left her feeling so worked up that even the guilt that her parents had ingrained in her for any feelings of sexuality was overcome by her desire. She’d lain in bed touching herself and pretending it was me until she’d felt an explosion of pleasure unlike anything she’d experienced before. She’d further masturbated every night since then and vowed to do whatever it would take to have orgasms produced by me, as well as to provide me with some herself.

“Now,” she went on, “I want you to make love to me, to take my virginity and to have another orgasm with you inside me.”

“That’s a tall order,” I replied, smiling back at her, “but one that I am willing to take on with a couple of conditions. The first is that I would like you to be entirely naked except for the garter belt and stockings. The second is that you will be on top and in control so that I am not taking your virginity from you, but you are giving it willingly to me.”

She was amenable to my conditions so we both stood and started to undress each other. Her blouse and bra slipped off easily as she unbuttoned my shirt, which I then shed, followed by my undershirt. As she went to work on my belt and slacks, I was reaching behind her to unfasten and unzip her snug black skirt. She let my slacks drop to my ankles and was working my underwear down as I was sliding her skirt over her ass and letting it drop, as well. When my rigid cock sprung out, she took it in her hand and began to stroke it, feeling its throbbing hardness. I pushed my underwear the rest of the way down and stepped out of them and my slacks while she remained transfixed. I gave her a minute before sitting on the edge of the bed, putting my cock out of her reach, and starting to slide her bikini panties over her ass and down her legs, my focus on her trim black bush.

Once her panties hit her ankles and she stepped out of them, I realized we’d need a condom, but I knew I’d packed mine up and taken them all home for the break. Luckily, I still had one in my wallet and quickly retrieved it from my pants, tore it open and rolled it on. I reclined on the bed as Erin moved closer and tentatively straddled me. I helped her guide my cock to her hot, wet pussy as I admired her nearly naked physique. I told her to take her time as she started to ease herself down onto my cock and, while it appeared that she was suffering some discomfort, she also appeared determined to do this. Once she’d accepted my full length and was just sitting there, I confirmed that she was okay and she smiled at me and nodded.

She started to slowly move up and down on my cock while I reveled in how tight she was while at the same time so hot and slippery; if I hadn’t been wearing a condom, I was sure that I’d have already blown my load into her. It was a slow process but I was fine with that as it allowed me to enjoy the feel of her pussy as she got comfortable with having my cock inside it. Once she started moving more, I encouraged her to try different movements until she found the one that felt the best to her. She ended up humping her pussy against my cock rather than sliding completely up and down on it and was soon wearing a big smile on her face while moaning softly.

My hands had been resting on her upper thighs, feeling the elastic garters, but once she appeared to be in the groove, I moved my hands up to fondle her tits. As I caressed the soft, smooth flesh and ran my palms lightly over her hard, pink nipples, I wasn’t sure if her louder moaning was as a result of my hands or my cock. She was starting to move a bit faster, obviously past the initial discomfort that she’d been feeling, and her tight, slick pussy felt amazing even through my latex covering; my orgasm was beginning to build. My hands eventually gravitated down to caress the curve of her ass as she continued to hump my cock, though I didn’t try pulling her down any harder preferring to leave her in complete control. I watched her small tits bouncing and the expression of pleasure on her face while feeling the smooth flesh of her ass under my hands.

As I felt my orgasm getting closer, I was hoping that she was nearly there herself because I really didn’t want to leave her high and dry. She was giving every indication of being close, so I did my best to hold on. I breathed a sigh of relief when she let out a gasp and her body started to tremble as she came. I relaxed then and, by the time she was coming down off her orgasm, I Escort Kumköy was exploding with pleasure into the condom. Once I was spent, she leaned forward and we kissed passionately as my cock began to shrink and slipped out of her. We lay together for a little while before deciding that, if we wanted to eat before the show, we’d better get dressed and get going.

There was a little bit of blood on the condom, but nothing to be too concerned about. Erin wore my robe to the bathroom and, when she got back, reported that everything seemed fine and that she wasn’t feeling any discomfort. We reluctantly pulled our clothes back on and straightened ourselves up before making sure we had everything and heading out the door. We had dinner at a nice little bistro near the campus that was much less busy than the restaurants in the theater district would have been, then headed to the theater. We enjoyed the show and either held hands or my hand rested on her thigh the entire time. It was pretty late by the time we finally boarded the train for home at Penn Station, so we found a seat away from the few other travelers and snuggled together.

We had our coats over our laps, so I soon had my hand under Erin’s skirt and inside her panties. She was massaging the bulge in my slacks as I lightly caressed her clit and she rocked her hips rhythmically. I could tell that she was trying very hard not to moan and was instead doing some controlled breathing. I was watching her face, enjoying the conflict of pleasure versus discretion that was playing out there. I was also enjoying the fact that my hand was inside her panties, which before that day was not something I ever expected to experience. When I noticed that she had a nearly white-knuckled grip on the armrest and was pushing her ass up off the seat, I presumed that she was right on the verge of cumming. It impressed me that, having only that day had her first orgasm by somebody else’s hand, she still seemed in tune with her body enough to cum both pretty quickly and quite intensely. She buried her face into my shoulder and, when her body started to quake, her cry of pleasure was barely muffled.

Her orgasm again seemed long and intense and when she was finished cumming, she was practically gasping for breath. She smiled at me, told me how amazing it had been, then kissed me hard before putting both hands to work opening my pants under my coat. She fished out my throbbing tool and began to gently stroke it in one hand while the other caressed my balls. I was pretty worked up by that point so I wasn’t thinking it would take very long before I was spewing, which I really didn’t want to do on my coat. This turned out not to be a problem when Erin whispered for me to let her know when I was close because it would be less messy if I just came in her mouth. Just the thought of that pushed me that much closer.

I relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of her petite fist sliding up and down my tool while the level of pleasure built up slowly and consistently. I was watching her while holding up my coat as a curtain so that she could see what she was doing but, if anyone passed by, they would be unaware. She was watching attentively, glancing up at me occasionally as if to remind me to let her know before I spewed. I’d have told her to just go ahead and suck me off for as long as it would take if I wasn’t concerned that it’d be more difficult to disguise what she was doing if she was doing that. I finally gave her the go-ahead to put her mouth on me and did my best to keep it from looking like what it was. I had to restrain myself from moaning as her hot mouth engulfed my throbbing tool and her lips slid down.

I watched as she held my cock and slid her mouth slowly up and down it, pausing to lick up and down the shaft and around the head. My breathing was becoming labored and I tried to keep it under control as my orgasm continued to rapidly build up. My cock swelled as I reached the verge and the pleasure reached its highest level. I didn’t know whether I should warn her or not, but I assumed that she was expecting it since it had been her idea. With a soft gasp, I started to cum and she continued to suck me off while swallowing my load. When I was completely spent, she let my cock fall from her mouth and straightened up in her seat, smiling at me as she wiped her mouth.

“You’ve never done that before?” I asked, finding it hard to believe in light of how good it had felt. She shook her head, so I told her that she had to be a natural because it had been outstanding.

“Still,” she replied, “I’d like to keep trying to refine my technique. Are you up for that?”

“Not at the moment,” I answered, “but any time you feel like practicing, I’ll be there.”

I got myself tucked away and we dozed a little before we arrived at our destination. She’d driven, so she dropped me off at my parents’ house after making out for a bit in her car. We were drained, literally and figuratively, so we didn’t mess around any more that night, but made plans for the next opportunity.

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I’m a young woman that has been fortunate to get just about every guy I’ve ever wanted, so I haven’t had to deal with many dry spells in my life. Typically, my dry spells only last a few weeks (or les!!), but this time it’s been a few months now since my last steady relationship. Of course, I’ve hooked up a few times in this time just to stay sane!! Maybe it’s the lack of reliable sex, but I’ve really been eyeing this new guy, Bill. Now, Bill is the kind of guy I can definitely go for, and for a longer-term fling.

And by “go for”, I mean screw in every possible position and with every available opening!! He is successful, dresses well, and has a laugh that fills a room. He lives in his girlfriend’s apartment next door to me, so I see him several times a week. He is always so nice to me, always stopping to say “hi,” and asks about how school is going. And he smells so good. I love riding the elevator after he comes off it. His cologne is subtle and distinctive, and lingers forever.

We’ve talked a couple times. Once, he stayed and kept me company in the laundry room while my load of clothes dried. Another time I found him sitting in the staircase, really drunk and depressed about his girlfriend. They were having problems, and I stupidly talked him into giving her a second chance. Two days later he moved in permanently.

So here I am, alone in my apartment while the man I desperately want is next door with his girlfriend. He just feels so right for me. As I said, he’s pretty hot, but I’m not too bad myself. In fact, I think I’m way hotter than his current girlfriend. My name is Jennifer, but my friends call me Jen, and that’s usually the name guys yell out to me as they cum. I’m 30 years old, slim, with really long and flexible legs. But, I guess when you see me, it’s my breasts that really stick out!! Most people that are brave enough to comment suggest they are fakes. But, no, they are just big, sitting like large grapefruit on my slim body. My long brown hair hangs down just enough so that it sensually tickles a man’s thighs as I go down on him. And then there’s my pussy. Totally shaved, slick, and ready to go with a moments notice. I really can’t think of one time in my life where I’ve said “no” to any boy or girl when approached for sex.

The hardest part of not being with Bill happens at bedtime. Bill’s and my bedroom share a wall, and I don’t think there is any sound proofing at all. During the week I go to bed at about 10:30, and then have to wait for his show to start. Every night, and I mean EVERY night, the routine is the same. Right around 11pm I’ll hear him give out a few soft moans, and maybe a couple intense “that feels so good” moans. I can’t tell for sure, but the timing and tone makes me think she’s giving him a blowjob. After a couple minutes, there is silence, until she starts moaning, but more like for 10 minutes. I would expect the moans are because Bill’s tongue is gliding up and down her hood. Soon her moans are interrupted by her screams of “fuck me” or “put it in.” Then the moaning stops.

After a slight pause, Bill’s bed starts quietly creaking, and over the next 10 minutes or so the creaking becomes louder and louder, until the headboard starts hitting the wall. Their moans intensify and crescendo in time with the creaking and banging. Each time his headboard slams into the wall, she grunts out a deep and passionate “ohhhhh”, and I can hear her gasp as pulls back and cocks for his next plunge. He is driving into her with lustful abandon, not caring that my bed shakes with each of his thrusts. Her noises stop, and the banging gets even louder and faster. She usually climaxes first, letting her screams of passion announce her release to the world. Her cries of release wail in time with the bed’s creaking, both keeping perfect pace with the percussion of the pounding headboard. Their sex is like music, and Bill is a maestro!! As her voice finally fades into satisfaction, his groans build to a loud “I’m cumming”. He explodes a satisfied “ohhhhhh”. And then silence.

Quiet, that is, except for the steady purring of my vibe as I slide it in and out of me, letting it glide gently across my clit. Its constant mechanical promise sends waves of pleasure through me. As my tension builds, I think about what Bill’s cock must taste Alanya Escort like, and I want to feel him pounding into me. I let my hips drive into my bed, simulating how my body would react if Bill was knelling between my spread-apart legs. I quicken my pace, and hear my bed creaking softly in time to my fantasy. My tension builds as I push the vibe deeper and harder into me. I can almost hear him moan out a desperate “Ohhhh Jen” and I image his splash deep inside me. Soon, I feel the first trembling deep in my pussy, and its grows in intensity until a violent spasm rocks through me, heralding wave after wave of pleasure pulses. I turn off the vibe, roll over, and fall asleep while thinking about Bill.

The next morning I get up, get ready, and head off to work. By chance, I walked into the elevator right after Bill. “Sounds like you and your friend had a great time last night,” I nervously said.

Bill looked a little surprised, apparently not realizing before just how completely I could hear his bed fun. “Wow, Jen. Sorry about that. Hope it didn’t keep you up,” he said a little shyly. “I guess I get a little aggressive toward the end.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining at all. It’s great to hear you have so much fun. Someday I hope to return the favor and let you hear some rockin’ from my place!!” I stammer. Trying to act nonchalant about talking sex with the man of my dreams.

“Actually, I’m really surprised that I don’t hear that from you every night. I’ve always enjoyed talking to you, and you are really cute!” he said, while looking me straight in the breast. “I hope any guy you meet treats you really well. I know I would.”

As the word “cute” came out of his mouth, I felt a strong tingle tickle my pussy. I felt my knees buckle just a little, and I instinctively reached out and touched his arm. The electricity between us was palpable, and I looked into his eyes, and saw the lust he felt. As the elevator stopped, I noticed a stirring in his pants. Despite his satisfaction last night, I was excited to see that his penis was interested in me!! “Have a great, day, Jen”, he said with a big sexy smile.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Lots of work interspersed with thinking about Bill. After work I went for a couple drinks, but went home alone by 10 or so. There were a couple guys at the bar that bought me drinks, but no one that came close to Bill. I took a quick shower and lay down, got my vibe out, and waited for the 11pm show to start. Just after 11, I heard the first moans and creaks. But tonight was different. Within just a minute or so the headboard was slamming into my wall, but her moans were more constant and less intense than on other days. But she still passionately grunted as he buried himself deep into her. The slamming became a frenzy with my pictures bouncing to the rhythmic impacts. I violently thrust my vibe into my pussy, trying to imagine what she was feeling. After at least 20 minutes of pounding, her groans finally turned to a steady plea of “don’t stop” and “fuck me harder”. Then, for a few seconds it was quite. After a few more seconds, he gave out a desperate “I’m cumming,” and a deep earth shattering groan. I never heard her cum, but he came very hard. In the deafening after-silence, as usual, I finished my vibing, cumming softly by myself.

The next evening as I came home from work, I ended up riding the elevator with Bill back to our floor. I gave him a knowing look. “Wow. You really out-did yourself last night. Your pounding even knocked a picture off my wall, and from your screams, I thought she was killing you!!!”

He got a really odd look on his face, and turned dark red. “I was out of town on business last night.”

I couldn’t even speak as the door opened. He stepped out, and quickly walked to his door. As I entered my apartment, I could hear the fight erupt, and soon I heard his door slam loudly. After a few seconds, there was a soft knock at my door. I looked through the peep-hole. It was Bill.

“Sorry that you had to hear that, Jen. I can’t believe she fucked my best friend on the one day I was out. What a slut.” He had a plastic garbage bag with some clothes and some toiletries.

“So what happens now? What are you going to do?” I ask.

“Well, I have a huge favor Alanya Escort Bayan to ask. She’s leaving for a couple hours, and I need to get all my stuff out. Can I pile it in your apartment for a day or two?” he asks, his voice breaking from the emotion.

“Of course. And, if you need a place to sleep tonight, I’ll throw a couple blankets on my couch.” I was afraid he was going to cry, so I put a trashcan in my door to lock it open for him, and walked to my room to get some blankets and my favorite pillow.

Bill started making trips to get his stuff into my apartment. I thought I’d try to make him feel better, so I cracked a good bottle of merlot, and poured each of us a glass. Over the next hour and a half he move all his things in, and with each trip, took a good swig from his glass. By the time he finished, we were well into the third bottle, and we (especially him) were pretty drunk.

After the last of stuff was in my apartment, I closed and locked the door. Bill was weaving a little, and I moved to spread one of the big blankets on my couch. As I’m straightening the comforter, I hear his zipper open, and see his shoes land on the floor next to me. “I need to sleep,” he murmurs. As I turn to grab the top blanket, I see him fully bent at the waist, pushing his jeans down his legs. I stare as he steps out of them, and stands up. His shirt is open, and his broad chest narrows beautifully to his waist, exposing his ripped abs and tanned skin. But it was his bulge in his boxers that draws my attention. Despite being drunk, and not being aroused at all, the light fabric strained against his long, firm member.

I feel a small tingle as my eyes trace the outline in his underwear. As I stare at it, he grows, and his expanding member pushes open the little flap in his boxers slightly, exposing just a hint of his rod. I raise my eyes to look in his eyes, and see that he was watching me admire his dick. Just then, we hear his girlfriend’s door slam as she returned to her apartment. His eyes lose their lust as his pain returns.

I walk to him, put my hands inside his open shirt, and give him a tight hug. I draw myself tightly to him, letting his partially-aroused penis press against me, and I let my tongue slip into his mouth. As we kiss, his hands slip around my waist, and then drop loosely to my butt. He pulls my groin against his, and I can feel him getting harder and harder as his passion grows. He tastes wonderful, and we linger in each other’s mouth, letting the stillness of the night drape over us.

After awhile I let my left hand fall from his back, and glide to the front of his boxers, letting my fingers push just slightly inside the waistband. He pulls back slightly to give my hand more room, and I let two fingers lightly press into the outline of his penis. I move his member slightly, letting the head poke out the loose flap. He lets out a small moan as it pushes through, bouncing in anticipation as I admire its size and rigidity. His penis is straight and a perfect size for me. It’s probably 7″, maybe a bit less, with a prominent shiny head, and is so hard that it bobs up and down in with each of his heartbeats.

“I don’t think the couch is very comfortable,” I say as I pull away from him and grab his hand. I lead him into my bedroom, and turn him so we are standing with his butt near the middle of the bed. I slide my hands inside his shirt, and slide it off his shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. I drop my hands to his waistband, and lean sharply forward as I push his boxers to his feet. He kicks them off as I stand up and put my hands around his shoulders. As I kiss him and pull into him, his dick feels like a baseball bat pressing into my stomach. I keep my lips on his, letting our tongues explore, as I undo my pants and kick them off. He pulls my t-shirt up and off, only breaking our kiss long enough to let my shirt pass. Other than my little boy shorts, we are naked, leaning back against my bed.

I push him back slightly, causing him to lie flat on the bed, with his legs dangling to the floor. I put a hand on each of knees, and push them apart, while my eyes focused on his dick. I look into his eyes, and see his unconstrained passion and lust. With our eyes locked, I bend from the waist and let my Escort Alanya hair tickle across his thighs. I move my hair to the side so he can better see what I will be doing to him. I lower my mouth to him, and place my closed lips against his head. I give him a brief kiss, and rise up a bit. As I rise, a silver string of his precum hangs from my lips, and I slowly pull it into my mouth. His eyes close as he begs to be eaten. “Please put it in your mouth. I need this so badly,” he pleaded. I wait for his eyes to open, as I want him to see everything that I am doing to him. I take a slight shuffle step back, and extend my neck a little more as I lower myself to him. In this position, my throat is straighter and more open to receive him. I open my mouth wide, and let his head fully into my mouth, and in one motion I continue to push toward him until his head is buried deep in my throat. “Oh my god.” he groans loudly. The intensity of his moans grow as I drive him in and out of my throat. My face fills with the taste of his growing arousal, and his fluids make my throat slippery and velvety. I also play with his balls, and feel them grow tight as his load builds. He is fully aroused and his hips buck as I let him fuck my mouth with abandon. As I let him drive a few last strokes into me, I reach down and remove my shorts. I lift off him, and give his head an exaggerated kiss as he moans “oh god, NO!! Finish me!!”

“Nope. My turn,” I calmly respond as I stand and pull myself onto the bed, letting my knees rest on each side of his face. I lean forward, putting my head and hands on the wall, while spreading my knees to let my pussy fall toward his lips. His hand rubs me, pushing my inner lips wide apart. His fingers are in me, moving deep within me. Soon, I feel the warmth and wetness of his tongue slide into me, and then glide up along my hood. His mouth surrounds my clit, letting his tongue rhythmically run up and down and then under my clit as his lips surround me. Groan after groan uncontrollably exits my mouth, the intensity rising as he presses harder and harder against me. “Eat me! Lick me! Fuck you with my tongue!” I scream with my head resting on the wall. His tongue lashing continues as I feel his finger grope for, and then rub against my g spot. As soon as he touches it, my steady groans erupt in pre-orgasmic intensity, filling the room with the sounds of my impending explosion.

He suddenly stops, and I let out a desperate “NO. Let me cum!!”

But he lifts my hips off his lips, moves me to the side, and stands and kneels behind me. “Now it’s my turn, again,” he responds with a lustful snicker. I feel his knees press between mine, as he widely spreads my legs. At the same time, he pushes my shoulders toward the bed, and I end up resting on my elbows. He pushes my legs even further apart, and I feel his penis pressing against my pussy. He grabs the sides of my hips, lifts me slightly, and his dick starts to slide into me. He enters me slowly, letting me savor the feeling as his member fills me. It seems that he pushes into me for an eternity, filling me, until I finally feel him bottom into my cervix.

But his gentleness is short-lived. Immediately he begins taking full strokes, and with each thrust, he lifts my hips and pulls himself fully into me. With each insertion I let out a deep “ohh,” and as he begins to pound me harder, my noise and passion grow, too. The bed rocks back and forth, creaking loudly in its own orgasmic frenzy. Soon I start driving my body back to meet his, and his sounds of excitement build in time with the slapping sound my butt makes against his balls. Each time I drive back, the headboard slams into my wall, and the bed rocks violently as his animal lust consumes him.

I feel my first vibration deep in my pussy, and it quickly grows until my entire groin is vibrating. My back arches and my shoulders come up, and then the first huge spasm hits. Spasm after spasm slam through me, and I fall into an orgasmic coma as the pleasure becomes too much to bear. I am cumming so hard that I can barely feel his first hot splash as he unloads into me. His screams of “Jen, I’m cumming” are followed with spurt after spurt of warmth, as he fills me. As his last drops flow into me, my pussy is still lightly spasming, and we finally collapse in satisfied exhaustion.

He slides up to lay next to me, puts his arms around me, and within moments I hear his breathing slow to the steady comfortable pace of sleep. As I bask in the afterglow of Bill, I hear the gently purring of a vibrator from next door.

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When he first met Anahita, Danny was single. She, of course, was not. He just started a new job and when he met her he was struck by her beauty. She was a Persian beauty with straight black hair that went down past her shoulders.

She had several key features that struck him simultaneously. Her dark eyes were as beautiful as any woman he had ever met. Her sexy lips and perfect teeth combined with her eyes to give her the most incredible smile. She was kind of tall, about 5’8, and had long slender legs and not much of an ass — this made her large tits seem even more gigantic.

Anahita was a great dresser and always wore professional, but stylish and sexy clothes — usually black. He made it a point to talk to her sooner rather than later and the two became friends — not close ones, but enough to push them just beyond acquaintances. He quickly found out that she was married and had a baby. That pretty much shut that door on any future with her, but he did discover that she had the sexiest voice and the most heartwarming laugh.

Three years later and he was at another job. He got her a temporary job there and their friendship was rekindled. The harmless flirting intensified, even though by this time he himself was married and she had her second child. By this time, it was quite clear to Danny that she had a possessive husband and he felt extreme sympathy for her. She was trapped, having settled for a husband instead of finding the right one and this man would not let her out of his sight if he could help it.

By the time the temporary job ended, Anahita and Danny became better friends and remained in touch through Facebook. Then one day he noticed that she took him off her friends list. He knew instantly the reason: her husband.

It was too bad to have lost a friend in such a way — especially one that was such a pleasure to look at — but he went on with his life. He had his own things to worry about.

A couple of months later, he received an email from her and it gave him her cell number.

Danny took all of two seconds to call her. They made small talk for awhile before Anahita asked him to meet her for coffee. Later that day, a Wednesday, he met her about twenty minutes from his house and about the same distance from her sister’s house. She, herself, lived an hour out of town, having moved there a year before. She apparently came into town every week to see her sister, who she would be seeing after she left him.

Conversation between the two was uncomfortable at first, but eventually flowed smoothly. Anahita eventually confessed that it was so nice to get out and talk to someone besides her sister. Her husband wouldn’t let her leave the house ever, but on Wednesdays he worked all day and the kids were at his mother’s house. She was free to visit her family on those days, but he checked up on her practically every hour, sometimes calling her sister’s phone to make sure she wasn’t lying.

“Wow!” Danny was flabbergasted. “I’m so sorry to hear that!”

Anahita shrugged and gave him another one of her pretty smiles.

“I’m starting to get used to it.”

After close to an hour, her cell phone rang and it was, indeed, her husband. After a quick conversation with him, she hung up the phone and looked up at Danny with her pretty eyes.

“I’d better go.” She said, regretfully. “But I had such a good time. Can we do this again?” She asked, as they stood up and grabbed their coats.

“Of course!” he said. “Next Wednesday?”

“I’ll try.” Anahita replied with a smile. In the parking lot he walked her to her car. She gave him a friendly hug and Danny made sure to give her a warm squeeze before letting her go, conscious of her soft breasts even through both of their coats.

The next week they did manage to meet again at the same coffee shop. This time, instead of 55 minutes, they spoke for 70. Again, they were interrupted by a phone call and again they hugged in the parking lot. This time, the hug lingered a few extra seconds.

Each time he left her, Danny was horny as hell. He had to rush home and masturbate.

Anahita emailed him on Friday and asked him to call her, which he did. This opened the door for a phone relationship and he began to call her every weekday for a few minutes, hiding his number. He knew when a safe time was to phone her.

The following Wednesday they decided to take a real chance and take in an afternoon movie. She picked him up at his house, seeing it for the first time. She walked around his house as he gave her a quick tour before going back to the front door and putting on their shoes.

She turned her cell phone off (knowing she would hear about it later) and sat down beside him to watch a suspense/thriller. About 20 minutes into the movie, his cock hardened when felt her warm fingers lightly touch his hand. He turned his hand around and felt her fingers slide in between his. He looked at her and smiled. He could see her smile back in the dim light of the theater. He gave her hand a squeeze. It was like being a teenager all over again.

Anahita’s heart was pounding and Lara Escort she could feel her pussy start to tingle when he took her hand. She had always known that she wanted him, but cheating on her husband was out of the question in her culture — she would be thrown out of the family! All the same, she felt good when she was around Danny. All of her worries seemed to vanish. She decided to just be happy and enjoy the one of the rare times during the week where she loved life. The only other time she loved life was when her kids were with her and her husband was not.

She realized long ago that whenever her husband was around, she hated life and hated herself. She gave Danny’s hand a squeeze and turned back to the movie.

About an hour into the show, a scary part came on. She released his hand and grabbed his arm with both hands, burying her face in his shoulder.

“Oh my gawd!” she exclaimed and then giggled when she looked up at him. He grew hard again. She was so close to him! He smiled at her and lifted his arm up and put it around her soft, warm shoulders. Anahita snuggled closer. Yes…just like a teenager again.

Anahita was conscious of his hand slowly caressing up and down her upper arm. She breathed in his scent — he was wearing nice cologne. Three more times she was startled enough to bury her face in his chest with a little exclamation.

Both were disappointed when the movie ended. She felt so good in his arms. So secure. As they left the theater, her heart skipped a beat when she saw three messages on her phone. All three from her husband. She quickly called him, explaining that she forgot to turn it on. After a few minutes, she got off the phone, almost in tears. She turned to Danny.

“I had a really great time.” She said, giving him a hug.

“Me, too.” He replied. She wiped a tear from her eye when they pulled apart.

“I’m sorry about this.” She said, with an uncomfortable laugh.

“Don’t worry about it, I understand.”

“This is really hard to do. To keep seeing you.” Anahita explained. “But I want to keep trying if you do.”

“Of course I do!” Danny replied. “I love spending time with you — you’re a lot of fun!”

She smiled at him and never had he been so tempted to kiss her. Anahita leaned up and gave him a little peck on the mouth. That brief contact sent electricity surging through both of their bodies.

“I better go.” She said.

The next week, they arranged to watch a movie together once again — this time at his home. His wife was working and he worked out of the home so it was easy to arrange on his end. For her part, she told her husband that she was at a job interview last week when she was at the movies with Danny. This week she told him that she got the job and it was just a part time gig every Wednesday from 11 to 2 and she would just hang go to her sister’s like usual immediately afterwards. That would hopefully end the phone calls when she was with her…friend. It wasn’t much of a shift, but it at least would give her some spending money and get her in a new environment. Her husband was suspicious, but not as much as she thought he would be.

When Anahita arrived at his house, Danny’s jaw nearly dropped. She always looked beautiful, but it seemed that this time she looked better than ever.

Her hair was down, but tied back away from her pretty face. Her cheeks were naturally flushed a little and she had the longest lashes that were more pronounced than ever before. Her beautiful lips wore red lipstick, making them very desirable. When he helped her with her coat, he noticed that she wore a snug, long sleeved black shirt that hugged her large breasts. In fact, they were bigger than he remembered!

Anahita wore a thin black skirt and black nylons adorned her long, sexy legs.

“Hi!” she said with a smile that lit up the room. The two friends embraced. He squeezed her tighter than usual. They had grown quite close over the past few weeks and she felt so right in his arms. Thoughts of his wife were fleeing from his mind as he held Anahita. He was conscious of her soft breasts pressing against his chest and his hands slowly rubbed up and down her warm back.

Anahita squeezed him tight. Her pussy was buzzing the entire drive over and now that Danny’s strong arms were around him she felt a surge of desire go through her. Not only was her husband possessive, but they didn’t have sex anymore. Not that she wanted to. He thoroughly turned her off with his overbearing ways. Danny, on the other hand, brought that wonderful feeling back. He made her feel desirable.

As if realizing that they held the hug far too long, the two parted and an uncomfortable silence followed.

“So, what movie do you have for me?” Anahita said, breaking the silence and smiling as she slipped out of her shoes.

“Oh, I have a good one. Come!” Danny waved her into the living room. Anahita started to chatter about the traffic that she faced on her way over as he led her downstairs. Her eyes glanced at his ass. It looked great in those jeans! Another wave of desire went through Escort Lara her and she continued to talk nonstop out of nervousness.

She sat down on the couch in front of the TV as Danny put in the movie and dimmed the lights. He sat down beside her, but left a few inches of space in between them. After all, they were both married. He tried to convince himself that the relationship was still innocent, when it had left that point weeks ago. He noticed that Anahita had her arms folded.

“Cold?” he asked. Before she could answer he grabbed a comforter from nearby and draped it over her.

“Oh! Thank you!” she said with a giggle.

The movie was a drama. He didn’t want it to be too girly, nor too manly so it was perfect. After a few minutes, Anahita spoke.

“Here, come under the blanket.” She ordered, raising the comforter. He didn’t need it, but he would be stupid to turn down an invitation to be closer to her, so he slid over wordless. She draped the comforter over him and wriggled a little closer. He was conscious of her leg lightly touching his.

After a few minutes, the male star of the movie made a funny — but very sexual — joke. Anahita laughed.

“Oh gawd!” she giggled and turned to him, burying her face in her hands in his shoulder. “That was terrible!” she chuckled again, looking up at him. He laughed back, but was fully aware that his cock suddenly got hard. She put her hands down under the blanket again, but her head remained leaning on his shoulder. Her hand touched his and he turned his hand and took it. He gave her hand a squeeze and she squeezed back, but she almost seemed too shy to look up at him.

Nervously, the two “friends’ turned back to the movie. A few more minutes passed. Both of their hearts were beating quickly, but both were too nervous about breaking their vows to do anything about it.

It was Anahita who finally broke the stalemate. Her grip on his hand loosened just a little bit and she tentatively ran the tip of her middle finger down the palm of his hand a little. Up and down it went, lightly grazing his sensitive skin with her nail. Danny’s cock had just gone down to a semi-hard state, but it suddenly sprung to full hardness again. His heart was ready to explode out of his chest. He turned to see that she was looking at him. Gawd, she had such beautiful dark eyes.

He leaned forward. Just a little bit. She closed her eyes so he closed the gap, his lips lightly touching hers. He pulled back a little and Anahita raised her chin, her full lips searching. He kissed her upper lip again, pulling it outwards briefly. They kissed a third time. As one, they parted their lips and held the kiss. She released his hand and he turned towards her a little more, sliding his hand around her belly. Her stomach was pleasantly soft and through her sweater he could feel a bit of plumpness. The sensation made the experience more real for him, like this beautiful goddess was actually flesh and blood!

Danny felt her tongue lightly touch his lips and he kissed her a little harder. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and his heart soared. He closed his eyes and relished the sensation of Anahita’s nimble tongue exploring his mouth. He rubbed his tongue along hers as his hand caressed her side. His tongue snaked into her mouth as she put her arm around his neck, their kiss exploding into full-blown passion.

“Mmmm…” she sighed as their tongues explored each other’s mouth. He slid his hand down to her hips and on down to the outside of her thigh, caressing her over her skirt. He was conscious of her fingers stroking his hair as her tongue danced against his. They were breathing heavily into each other’s mouth and the room was filled with the sounds of kissing, the movie playing on in the background. He slowly slid his hand down to her knee and gently squeezed it over her nylons.

A bolt of desire shot up Anahita’s body when she felt Danny squeeze her knee. She kissed him harder, pushing her tongue even further into her mouth. Nervously, she placed her other hand on his thigh and kept it there.

Danny pulled his tongue out of her mouth and gently rubbed it against hers, slowing the kiss down a little. His hand slowly stroked up the outside of her leg over her nylons, slipping into her skirt until he was touching the side of her ass. He caressed back down her thigh to her knee. After giving it another lustful squeeze, he ran his hand back up over her skirt to the side of her soft belly. He was dying to hold her breast. He had fantasized about her for so long and just kissing her was blowing his mind. To touch her breast would be too much!

Slowly, afraid that Anahita would stop this wonderful kiss but needing more, he slowly moved his hand upwards. The top of his hand bumped the underside of her breast and she tensed, her tongue holding still in his mouth for an instant. He paused, pushing his tongue back into her mouth. Her tongue moved again and she moaned softly. He turned his hand and cupped her large breast, gently squeezing it.

“Mmmmm…” she purred, kissing him faster as bolts Lara Escort Bayan of electricity shot from her breast to her crotch and then throughout her body. Her heart was pounding as she slid her hand an inch up his leg.

Danny couldn’t believe that he had Anahita’s boob in his hand, even if it was over her bra and sweater. It was huge — even bigger than it looked — but it was incredibly soft and he gave it another squeeze. He felt her hand creep up his leg a little and his cock twitched. He slowly turned her and eased her onto her back without breaking the kiss. She brought her legs up onto the couch, but he remained beside her between her and the back as the blanket fell away to the floor. He kissed her harder and he reluctantly released her tit. He slowly ran his hand back down her side to her hip and then her leg.

Thrills went up Anahita’s spine. It was so exhilarating to be kissing another man! She couldn’t believe that she let a new man touch her breast for the first time in close to a decade! She realized that her pussy was probably wetter than it had been since before she got married. Eyes still closed, she threw herself into the passionate kiss. Her hand crept another inch up his leg.

He brought his hand over to her other knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her one hand was still playing with his hair, but now her other hand had moved up to just an inch below the hard cock in his jeans.

She couldn’t remember the last time she was this nervous. She wanted so badly to feel his hardness. It had been so long! She turned her hand and ran her fingers over his bulge. Thrills went up her spine when she felt how hard he was. Her pussy ached for him. She needed him! He made her feel so desirable. The tingling in her crotch would not subside as her fingers traced the outline of Danny’s cock.

As soon as he felt her touch his member over his jeans, he knew he could take things further. He slowly slid his hand up the inside of her thigh. Her thigh was incredibly soft and the higher his hand went, the more heat he could feel emanating from her pussy. As one, they pulled their tongues out of each other’s mouth and kissed repeatedly, from upper lip to lower lip. Over and over they kissed until his finger glanced off her pussy through her panties and nylons.

“Ohhh…” she gasped, as tingles shot up her body. She sent her tongue back into his mouth and her fingers gripped his hardness through the denim.

Encouraged by her reaction, Danny turned his hand and cupped Anahita’s pussy over the thin materials. He could feel her swollen lips through her nylons and panties. He could also feel that she was incredibly hot and wet there. He ran his middle finger up and down them, teasing her.

She lost control. All thoughts of her troubled marriage fled her mind as her fingers frantically undid his belt and then his button, pulling down his fly. She moaned into his mouth as her hand reached into his underwear and her fingers wrapped around what was a very thick penis. Thrills of desire shot up her body and it was at that point that she realized that she would not stop until this man was inside her.

Danny pressed his hand against her pussy, his finger rubbing up and down her lips over her nylons still, serving only to tease her further. When he felt her warm hand grab his cock he thought he would shoot in the air. Still kissing her breathlessly, he ran his hand up to the top of her nylons and slid them inside, sliding them into her cotton panties, as well.

That moment, he learned something new about Anahita — she shaved her pussy. His hand slid down her smooth skin until his fingers felt the hot moisture of her slit.

“Mmmmm…” she sighed, her hand squeezing his cock. She slowly stroked him up and down as he ran his finger down her pussy lips for the first time. They were slick with her nectar and she writhed underneath him when his digit ran all the way down them and then back up, nudging her clitoris. He tickled her clit again and she gasped in his mouth. He gently ran his finger down her petals again and this time when he felt the incredible heat of her entrance he kept his finger poised there. Her tongue pushed far into his mouth and she lifted her bum off the couch a little in an attempt to get his finger to penetrate her, but he continued to hold it at her entrance for as long as possible.

Anahita was gasping for breath, her pussy buzzing more than she could ever remember. She needed to feel him inside her. Her hand squeezed his cock a little harder, stroking him faster inside his underwear.

He slipped his finger just inside her hot vagina and Anahita broke the kiss.

“Ohhhhh…” she moaned, closing her eyes and smiling a little. He kissed her mouth two times and by the third kiss she kissed him back again. Her tongue darted back inside as he slowly eased his finger into her heat to the second knuckle. He couldn’t believe how tightly her cunt was gripping his finger! It was mind blowing! He slowly eased his finger back out of her and could feel her twat trying to suck it back in. As he rubbed his tongue against hers, he slid his finger back inside her, going deeper this time. He loved how wet her vagina was — her juices were really flowing, as he eased his finger in and out of her. She was humping her hips upward, subtly urging him to fuck her with his finger.

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I had just turned 30 years of age when I was promoted to my new job. It felt great. A big bump in salary, nice title, a personal assistant as well as a secretary. A little overkill, I thought. A secretary and an assistant? Would I have to do any work myself? Even more than that was the office that went along with the rest. A big office, nicely furnished, a private bathroom, and a door that was kept locked at all times. The guy I replaced must have had issues. I wasn’t sure, but the lock seemed to be over the top. Such privacy concerns that even my secretary had to be buzzed in. The only keycards that unlocked my door were mine and my assistant. I guessed that made her an assistant instead of a secretary.

But what an assistant. I had picked her out of a group of employees who asked for the promotion when I got mine. I swear I did not pick her because she was so young and pretty. Really. Honest. I think I really believe that, though it certainly didn’t hurt her chances. I mean, I knew we would be spending a lot of time together. I had to pick someone who was not only capable, but someone whose personality suited mine. But the thought of looking at such a pretty 25 year old for so much of the day certainly did make me smile.

Karen was a striking brunette. Quite pretty. Long hair to match her long frame. She stood about 5 ft. 9, and it seemed that it was mostly legs. Long, thin, curvy legs – just like the rest of her. And nice, full breasts, noticeable even under her normally business-like attire.

It was only after she began working for me that she began to dress a little more sexily. And she began flirting. Just a little. I took her flirting to be just good natured

banter, and her wardrobe a reflection of my laid back style. Perhaps I misread it.

The story really began at a company-wide celebration just a few weeks after I started my new job. We had a party one Friday after work, complete with a buffet dinner and a good bit of (that is, too much) alcohol. I did not drink much. After all, as a new executive I had to set a good example.

Things had begun to wind down a little. That means the older folks began to drift out towards home. I was torn as to whether I should leave with them (as a boss) or ‘let my hair down’ with the under 40 crowd. So I stayed for a while, then decided I would leisurely go upstairs to my office, use the bathroom, get a few files to look at over the weekend, and then come back down for a final drink.

It felt good relieving myself in the toilet. I was thinking how the party would have been more fun a few weeks ago when I would have been just a lowly employee, instead of the newest ‘boss’. I was still very aware of my image in the company as I exited the bathroom. Knowing I would be alone, I opened the door of my bathroom before I finished fastening my pants. I heard a woman giggle as I zipped up.

“I could help you with that,” my assistant Karen said.

I just looked at her, surprised.

“But maybe I would pull that zipper down instead of up,” she said, moving up close to me.

I realized that she must be more than a bit drunk, so I ignored her naughty comment. “I think I’m fine, thanks. Did you come in to use the bathroom?”

“Well, yes, I did. But it would be more fun to use you!” She was speaking slow, and with slight slurring. “You know, I have thought of this a lot of times.”

I was confused. “This? What, uh, have you thought of?”

She was nearly touching me she was so close. I was getting nervous, mostly because I had been looking a lot down into her cleavage. She had put on a ‘party outfit’ after work, and her dress was pretty low cut, showing a lot of breast. It was impossible not to notice. I had tried all evening, but now that she was so close, and we were alone, and she was flirting…

Her voice sounded sultry as she said, “I have thought of us being in here, alone. You trying to get fresh with me. Me letting you. After all, I am your ‘personal’ assistant.” She emphasized the word personal.

I opened my mouth to tell her to stop. This was not proper. I was her boss. We couldn’t… OH! Her hand closed over my pants, right where my bulge had begun to form. That stopped me from saying anything.

She leaned in, pressing her breast against my arm. “It feels so good. But it will feel much better in a minute.”

I swear that I was trying to speak. I honestly think I said, “No,” but I admit it was not very loud. I’m not sure that even I heard it.

I felt her fingers slide down my bulge. I didn’t realize right away that my zipper was going down as well. Her body slid down my body as she reached into my shorts. I gasped as her fingers found my naked shaft. She pulled it out just as her mouth came level with it and I could only moan as her lips touched the head.

“Shiiiit,” I moaned as I felt her tongue run circles over my cock head.

She smiled up at me and said, “You like that?”

Really. I tried to tell her to stop. A moan was all I could get out, and she returned her attention to Kepez Escort my dick.

She now had it pulled completely out of my pants, and began licking the entire shaft. She held it firmly by the base while sucking on the head. Firmly. While pumping her hand up and down rapidly.

I hadn’t had a hand job or a blow job in quite a while. No sex of any kind in a long time. All I was capable of at this point was to close my eyes and let the feelings run through my body. I just stood there and let her suck, and lick, and pump for – How long? I don’t know. It couldn’t have been too long.

I felt my cock harden even more. I began straining. The cum started to boil up. Suddenly I groaned loudly and my dick shot a spurt of cum out. My knees nearly buckled, but Karen kept my dick in her mouth as shot after shot emptied into her mouth. She kept swallowing and sucking until I was spent.

She looked up at me, smiling, as a dribble of cum eased down over her chin. “Oh, that was nice. Did you think that was nice?”

“Yes,” I managed to say. “Yes, I did.” Now I could talk, but my mind could not think of what to say.

Karen stood, wiped her chin and lips, then gave me a little kiss on the lips.

“Thanks,” she said, then turned and left the office.

Thanks? I should be thanking her. No, I should be reprimanding her for what she did. But I let her, so… Again I was at a loss for words. I was never like this, but the whole episode was overwhelming. I sat down in shock, taking several minutes before I could absorb what had just taken place.

The weekend was a little difficult for me. I was feeling extremely guilty. I felt like I had taken advantage of her, though logically I knew that she had done it all with no encouragement from me. But I was her boss. A position of authority. If I wasn’t feeling guilty, I was feeling afraid. What if she was really drunk and changed her mind when she sobered up? Or had second thoughts for whatever reason. Or if this was a plan to use me? She could make a lot of trouble for me. I nervously waited for Monday morning. We had to have a talk.

When Monday came, I waited in my office for her to come in. Finally she did, same time, same attitude, same “Good morning, Mr. Green.”

We had some small talk before she lept into the big issue of the day. “Mr. Green, about Friday. The party. Can we talk?”

I dreaded this. I Ieaned back on the front of my desk, as I often did. This time I really needed the support.

It was a bit of a relief to let Karen go first. See how she felt about things before I started talking.

“I was drinking at the party on Friday,” she began.

“Uh oh,” I thought. “Here it comes. I took advantage of her. Damn!”

“But I wasn’t drunk,” she continued as she stepped closer to me. “Actually I didn’t have very much at all.”

I was confused. That’s not what I expected.

Karen was standing close now. “I hope you are okay with what happened. Maybe even enjoyed it a little?” she added, looking up in what seemed to me to be a sexy way.

She had completely surprised me again. What should I say now? The main thing was not to upset her. Make her happy.

“No, I’m fine. I mean, it was good.” Not exactly what I wanted to say.

But it seemed to be good for her. “Oh, good. I wouldn’t want anything to be strange between us.”

“No, no,” I said nervously. “Me neither.”

“Then you’re okay with what we did?” she asked, placing her hand on my chest and looking up out of her partially closed eyes.

“Well, yes,” I said, still trying not commit myself. I loved the sex, but was uneasy with the boss/employe dynamic. “I mean, if you’re okay…”

“Me?” she said. “Yes, I’m very good. I enjoyed myself immensely.” Her hand ran down from my chest to my abdomen as she spoke.

My mind thought of the intense orgasm. She said she enjoyed herself? “I had a great time!”

“I’m so glad to hear that,” she said.

My mind knew I should say something about her hand sliding down over my stomach, but the only thought I could really form was how happy I was that I have kept working out. Nice abs, hard stomach…

“Uhhh!” I was surprised to feel her palm pressing hard against my erection. I’m not sure when it got hard, but it certainly was. And while she pressed on it her fingers were undoing my belt. Her other hand helped on unfastening and unzipping my pants, and before I realized it my pants and shorts were on the floor. My hard cock was drooling in her hand.

“Well, hello, Lover,” she said to my cock just before the head disappeared into her mouth.

I had never met a girl who was as fast at getting a dick into her mouth, but she felt even better. Her mouth and tongue made love to my dick, and her hand squeezed and pumped the shaft. Her other hand was cupping and squeezing my balls, while those fingers were tickling the skin behind my balls. I suddenly could not think at all. I was overcome with sensations.

Her hands went around me and gripped my ass hard, pulling Kepez Escort Bayan me into her even further. I felt my cock slip into her throat and her finger slip into my asshole. I was gone. I yelped as my orgasm hit suddenly and I sprayed my cum deep into her. She swallowed every drop of it and licked it clean even before she let it out of her mouth.

I was leaning against my desk, as I had been the whole time. I seemed unable to move. Karen stood up, looked at me proudly, gave me a small kiss on the lips, and I never moved. Stunned. She took my limp dick and wiped off some moisture with her hands, then pushed it back inside my pants. As she pulled my zipper up she said. “Are you all right, Mr. Green?”

“Yes, yes,” I said, without realizing it. then I finally regained my senses. I looked at her smiling, innocent face, so pleased with herself, and said, “Yes, I am,” this time conciously speaking.” I am fine. Great. But what in hell…” My voice trailed off as I found my chair and fell into it.

“Mr. Green, I… I don’t mean to overstep my boundaries…”

She seemed suddenly nervous, not like the totally-in-control woman the last two times we met.

Then she gathered herself. “I was a little drunk at the party, but I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to. This morning I wanted to show you that. Prove that to you. In case you thought that you took advantage of me, or I didn’t want to, or…”

She was starting to get too excited again. “Calm down, Karen. It’s okay.”

Before I could say anything else she began talking again. “Mr. Green, you are an attractive man, and I know sometimes that you notice me. My body.”

I began to get nervous again as she continued. “Nothing bad, just normal. But I know sometimes there are office affairs, a boss and his assistant, for example. Anyway, in case you had thoughts like that, I want you to know that I wouldn’t take it as sexual harassment.”

“Our workshops.” I began, referring to meetings on that topic.

Karen looked at me determinedly. “Those are for unwanted sexual advances.”

“So you’re saying that you want to?” I asked.

She looked surprised and confused for a moment. “No. sir, I’m not saying I want to have sex. Exactly. I mean, I’m not asking. Just that I thought you might be attracted to me, and if you were, you shouldn’t worry that I would complain.”

“Okay, I think that makes things pretty clear,” I said.

Karen now looked scared. “Oh, I’m sorry. I said too much. Oh, and I certainly did too much. I am sorry, sir, if I offended you…”

This time I interrupted her. “No, Karen, you haven’t done anything wrong. In fact you did things very well,” I said with a look that tried to convey sexual pleasure. It probably didn’t. “I feel fine about everything. You have no worries. How about we have lunch here. We can take a few hours to both calm down and be less nervous by then. Okay?”

We sometimes have lunch in my office. A working lunch, when needed. Perfectly normal, except today we wouldn’t be working.

I didn’t know about Karen, but my mind was a blur all morning. I got some work done, but my mind kept focusing on Karen. Her blow jobs, mostly, but also where do we go from here. What did she want? I felt so good that I had thought to record her when she came in this morning. For my own protection. Though now when I listened to it, it seemed more like a sex tape. But at least it showed she was willing. Really willing.

About noon she came in carrying lunch. Efficient as ever. But instead of eating we sat on the couch. We sat close, more casual and intimate.

I actually took her hand, looking into her eyes, and said, “So if I gave in to my attraction to you, you wouldn’t object?”

“Oh, no, sir,” she answered. I could hear a touch of excitement in her voice. “No objection at all.”

“I don’t believe you have a boyfriend.” It was a statement, but really a question.

“No, sir. But I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I mean, well, we sometimes work long hours…”

“So how would this work, if we can be perfectly honest?” I asked. “Are you hoping for sex? A commitment? …”

It was her turn to cut me off. “Not a commitment, sir. I’m not looking for anything, or expecting anything. It’s just whatever you want. Sir.”

That last word seemed purposely to be said all by itself. It was then that I realized she had been calling me ‘Sir’ a lot today. She didn’t usually call me that very often. Was she trying to submit to me?

“I’ve had two blowjobs from you.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, not reacting to the word.

“And if I wanted you to do something else?”

She smiled. “What would that be, sir?”

“What if I said something strange? Something unusual? Like, ‘Take off your panties.'”

I didn’t know why I said that, and I didn’t stop to think what kind of reaction to expect from Karen. But before I could think of what might happen, she had stood up and reached under her skirt. In just a moment she was pulling her panties off her Escort Kepez legs.

“Would you like these. sir?” she asked.

“What I would like is some relief for this sudden pressure in my pants!”

I had meant this mostly as a joke, as I was actually getting a sudden pressure in my pants. But she was quick to help out, as she reached to my pants and unfastened them. She managed to get my erection out of my pants, and as she stroked it asked, “Is this better?”

I just moaned, and reached over, running my hand up her leg, under her skirt, brushing against her bare pussy lips. She moaned now, and her legs spread giving me more room. I slipped a finger into her split, which was not only hairless but surprisingly moist. As my finger slipped in her hole she rose up, moaning, pushing herself into me.

Somehow she ended up spread over my lap, one leg on each side of me. I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and lowered her down to my erection. I pushed my dick up into her as she lowered herself onto me. Soon our groins were grinding together, then I was bouncing her up and down. We were both moaning as my cock began expanding even more. I burst open, spraying my cum into her. Just a moment later her pussy began spasming and her body shook. When we both finished she collapsed on top of me.

“Is that what you had in mind, sir,” she asked when she regained her breath.

“No, actually, not at all,” I answered. “IN fact it was quite a surprise. But it certainly was wonderful.”

We didn’t have much more time to talk. At the end of the day, I asked if she was okay with the day.

“Yes, sir,” she said with a smirk. “Best ever.”

The next morning she had that same smirk on her face, After getting the day planned out, I suggested another lunch in my office.

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“And don’t bother with bringing lunch this time,” I said.

“Yes, sir,” she said, her smirk showing again.

When she arrived for ‘lunch’, I motioned her over to my desk. As she stood there in front of it I asked for her panties.

“Yes, sir,” she answered. “I’ll go get them from my purse.”

It took a moment for that to sink in. “You’re not wearing any?”

“I thought I wouldn’t have any use for them,” she said.

My dick had been a little stiff just thinking about ‘lunch’, but now it was getting hard. What do I do now?

“Would you get me a pencil?”

“From your desk drawer?” she asked, her eyes motioning to my center drawer, on the other side of the desk.

“Yes,” I said.

“Shall I reach it from here?”

“Please.”

She had to basically lay her upper body fully on the desk, as I had thought. As she did, her breasts smashed against it and pushed out, bulging nearly out of her clothes. She reached out awkwardly and pulled the drawer open, found a pen, and reached it up toward me. I had asked for a pencil, but neither of us cared.

“Thank you,” I said. “You can just stay there.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, getting comfortable stretched across the desk.

I walked around behind her, her feet on the floor and her ass nicely presented. I brushed the back of her thigh as she lay there, and she didn’t move. I did hear her breathe heavily, though. My hand roamed up to the outside of her hip with the same reaction. When I let it slide down over the cheek of her ass she let out a slight whimper.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

I reached down and began bunching up her skirt, raising it higher with no objection until i just reached down and pulled it up, laying it over her back. She did indeed leave her panties somewhere. I pushed her legs slightly which caused her to spread them. I now had a beautiful view of her ass and her pussy peeking out from under.

I slid my hand over her round globes and in between her cheeks. I kept going to her ass hole, then her slit, causing a long moan to escape her. My finger worked in her wet slit until I found her hole. It slipped in easily, and she moaned louder. I began working it in and out to more moaning. When I found her rough spot she squealed. I kept working it as she whimpered and squealed more, moving her hips against the desk, until she finally was hit with a strong orgasm, yelping as it hit.

While she was shaking I let my dick out of pants. I slid it into the same crack my fingers had found, and after a few trips back and forth I settled the head at her entrance. Her body was pushing back, as if to force my cock into her. I didn’t hesitate long to help her by pushing my cock deep inside her, most of it plunging in on the first push. She gasped at the intrusion, then pushed back against me as I plunged deep inside her over and over. She had driven me crazy mentally and physically, and I let it all out as I drove my hips hard against her, driving my cock deep.

Karen held on the edge of the desk, her fingers gripping the side as her hips were shoved repeatedly against the other side. I reached underneath and found her hardened clit. Sensitive from her last orgasm, she went crazy from her clit stimulation and my cock driving deep inside her, plunging over and over. I couldn’t hold on much longer when I felt her pussy tighten. Her pussy was working my cock, squeezing it, when she burst out, yelling, her body shaking.

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