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011 Hmmmm, well that’s exciting yet expected.

As time went on New Years 2016 came and passed with a new routine reliably in place. Work, gym, Dr’s visits, occasional date when I had time and the guy wasn’t a creeper. The dates didn’t go past dinner usually, there were a few guys from the gym that I did go out with but I wasn’t nearly as brazen as I was with the tall, muscular guy that I gave a hand job to a few months back. Incidentally as I never saw him in the gym again, at least not while I was there in with the after work crowd, I eventually thought of it as a good thing as I didn’t want that type of reputation. I was still technically married to Brandon and separated. We texted infrequently, usually about taxes, which was why we’re still married. But rarely just to say hi and check on the other. I was still hung up on going too far with dating and the things it leads to because I was technically still married.

I asked Brandon about when he thought we could make things final. He responded the next day, saying that after the 2018 tax season was over. By then he would be in a position to be divorced without getting just raped by the IRS. Never having done my own taxes in my life I didn’t argue or question.

Besides he’d never given me a reason to not believe or mistrust him while we were separated. All the things happened as he said about the condo and the bank account. I guessed that his HVAC business was doing well, in 2015 he deposited $175,000, and in 2016 $203,000. I had no idea that he meant that much per year when he said he wanted me to live ‘comfortably’! Holy hell I thought after the first one, and texted him asking if that was right and if he meant to deposit that much. All I got back was a kissy smiley face and a thumbs emoticons. Talk about relieved about my money concerns living in Los Angeles on a single income.

By this time my Dr had reduced my appointments for my expander fills to once every month. Apparently as I was going to the gym regularly as my pectoral muscles got more toned and stronger, with a little size increase they didn’t stretch as easily. I wasn’t muscular and didn’t want to be, I also didn’t have the completely smooth body that the swimsuit models in the magazines had. I was still slender and toned with a, still feminine, amount of muscle definition. I definitely had 6 pack abs, but just well defined enough to look like I took my body very seriously, because I did and still do. The same was with the rest of my body, arms, legs, back. I’d even gotten compliments from the trainers at the gym, when I wore the occasional outfit that was more revealing than my usual ones, about my symmetry and definition. This was always followed up with a pitch for training, billed hourly of course, so I could put on more muscle mass and maybe go to competitions. But I had no interest in that for myself. Now the guys in there that were in to that, that’s another story. A few looked like the Incredible Hulk it was unreal. A few women would make comments about them being too big or too cut and vascular. But usually not me, for me watching them workout and especially practice their posing in the mirror was an instant turn on and almost always led to wet panties. Even a few times I had to go to the locker room and masturbate because I was so turned on it almost hurt.

After talking with my Dr I reduced the weight I used on my chest exercises by about half. Not enough to lose muscle tone but enough to keep them in shape. Besides I didn’t need well developed chest muscles my under the muscle expanders were looking great and the muscle tone ensured that they were well supported. I could easily go without a bra but still had a slight jiggle. After easing back on the weight my chest muscles definitely didn’t feel as hard as they were a couple of months ago. And they started to droop just a bit when I took my bra off. Which was perfect to stretch the muscles tuzla escort and make more room for the expander fills. After those couple of months I was back to my every 2 week schedule with my Dr. The appointments were still pretty small in fill increments, originally about 30 CCs in the beginning when I wasn’t even an A cup, now they were in the 50-80 CC range regularly.

While I was so excited about this at the same time I was still buying cheap bras as I’d need to replace them every 3-5 months. Additionally I stopped wearing a bra except for work and at the gym. And occasionally over a weekend when I felt like the muscles needed a couple of days to recover from the about 14 hours a day they weren’t in a bra. On the other hand some [most] weekends I just didn’t wear a bra at all. I was borderline obsessed now. Hell who am I trying to kid here, my breasts were on my mind constantly. I got to the point that even in the summer I would wear a light jacket or blazer to work and immediately go to the womens room to put my bra on, as well as taking it off about 30 minutes before I left work and just wearing the jacket til I left. Partly because I loved how they jiggled and felt while driving.

Another aspect was making sure they didn’t capsulorrhaphy or harden due to the expanders. The same is true with basic implants even small ones. I knew a woman at my condo complex that had implants bringing here to about a C cup, and we chatted about them and my expanders. When we did the “Het can I feel?” thing her right one felt like it was made out of cardboard and was very gristley. I was NOT having that shit happen to me. Anyway massaging them will prevent that from happening, needless to say that wasn’t a problem for me. As much time as I spent in traffic every damn day they definitely got a lot of massaging. Problem was when I got to where I was going I was turned on. Mostly because they were a very full handful for my hands by now at a fairly large C cup. I was just teetering on that line of buying a new bra or waiting for my next fill. If I wore a moderately thin shirt to work you could see the top of the bra cups slightly creating a line across my breasts just a bit above my nipples. It kind of looked a little like I had 4 boobs ever so slightly.

A bit of time went by and it was nearing summer time. I was excited to go out to the pool or beach and show off not only the time I was putting in at the gym but also my ever changing breasts. I went in for my Drs appointment in late April. I asked about the fill volume versus my discomfort. My Dr said that going slowly was paramount, but since I was religious about my skin cream to maintain elasticity, and my noteworthy progress in letting the weight of the expanders slowly stretch the muscles and skin he was willing to try a little higher volume. And see how that went. This visit I was able to have him add about 150CCs before any real discomfort set in. He said they were tighter than they had been in months. He cautioned me to wear a bra all the time the next 3-5 days to let the tissue adapt before I started going braless again. I listened to him religiously and obeyed. And I could see the results, my breasts were never too saggy, maybe at most 1″ of fall or sag would set in over a months time. Then I’d get that extra space filled up by the expanders. Rinse and repeat.

I started only going monthly when it wasn’t necessarily beach or pool weather in LA. Yes it happens. Besides the Pacific ocean is fucking freezing! This would keep a good constant stretch and fill cadence. But in the summer I went every 2 weeks so they wouldn’t have time to sag as much and I could keep more of a high&tight look. For wearing swimsuits with no support, and going braless while going out or on the rare date.

This plan worked great, I love it when a plan comes together. After my last ucuz escort 150CC fill in late April I resumed the every 2 weeks cadence. After I left the office it wasn’t long til my bra was really uncomfortable. I had it on the last set of hooks. Yes I was super excited when I finally needed a bra with more than 1 hook in the back! By the time I got down the stairs, can’t let the ass get soft, and to my car it was pretty painful and was digging into my sides and the under wires were digging in to me as well. I got in my can and immediately took it off. Whew what a relief I thought as I sighed in relief.

As I sat there with my top off and my breasts sitting up and begging for attention, as I described it, I noticed a guy standing a couple of parking spaces away looking at me. He wasn’t too old maybe in his 30’s and looked in good shape. When I noticed him I turned my head and looked right at him. His hansom face had a look of worry, as he probably expected me to get mad. I paused and noticed that him just looking at me was turning me on a little. For Gods sake, what in the hell didn’t turn me on I thought. A greasy taco, that didn’t turn me on. Snapping back to my situation after that brief thought, he was now smiling as I obviously wasn’t upset. I smiled and winked at him as I started my car and pulled out of the parking spot. Him never taking his eyes off me as I drove right by him. As I passed him I steered toward him ever so slightly just enough to miss him. He looked a bit surprised yet anticipatory. With him less than a foot away from me I slowed to a crawl, looked at him through my window that I had rolled down. I tilted my head up and blew him a small kiss trying to do a sexy face, even though I had no idea how. I took my right hand off the gear shift and grabbed my left breast that was noticeably more than a handful for me now, gave it a bit of a squeeze and rolled my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. As I slowly rolled by, glancing down to check out his package. It was a bit of a bulge but not obscene. As I passed by and sped up heading for the turn in the parking garage I glanced in my side view mirror, with him still looking at me I heard him with an elevated tone but not a yell say “Thank you.” as I rounded the corner.

WOW I thought as I drove out of the garage, that was hot as hell. Ok, greasy tacos think about greasy tacos. I pulled up to the gate arm and fed the machine 2, $1 bills. I waited there in my little 2 seater sports car for the arm to raise. After a few seconds still nothing. About the time I was starting to react to the time it was taking a voice came over the speaker. “Did the machine take both of your dollars?” a voice asked that was definitely male and sounded younger like 20’s maybe. About that time I noticed the video camera right above the speaker. There I was topless with both breasts still completely exposed and obviously very visible to the camera. “Yes it did.” I answered. A few seconds went by and he spoke again, “Ok I see it now. You’re good to go. And please, please feel free to come back any time.” With that the arm raised and I drove away with a bit of a giggle.

I pulled in at the bra shop I liked to go to and put my top back on, reluctantly I might add. As driving all the way there topless was my first real exposure to how complete strangers would react as I passed by with them catching just a glimpse. From what I could tell while driving almost none seemed to upset about it. Maybe a couple of women, but I’m ok with that.

I entered and was greeted by the owner that I’d seen a few times before on my “journey” as I now refer to it. She knew the story and situation, so she looked me up in her computer.

“So it was a 34C last time, right?”

“Yes ma’am it was.” I replied.

“Ok and it is probably a bit snug on you. So maybe a 36C this time?”

“You’re ümraniye escort the expert that’s why I come here.” I said with a chuckle and a grin.

She smiled back and walked around the counter and over to the style that I usually bought. The $30 bras as I had to get new ones every couple of months.

“Ok 36C, lets get this on you.”

I went into a dressing room and she followed. I took off my top and with one look she raised an eyebrow and paused.

“All ok?” I asked, curiously?

“Yes but you’re circumference seems to be wider than it normally than my usual expectation.”

“I can now get a little more aggressive in my fills as things change, and I follow my surgeons instructions.” I said with a smile trying to contain my excitement. Which was pointless as she was the same person that I saw when I got my first B cup bra. And I wasn’t exactly reserved about how excited I was. It was then that I explained to her my situation and the changes that are expected over a couple of years. So she definitely knew that I was excited when she said that.

“Well we can try a 36C, but I don’t think it’s going to work.”

I took the bra from here as she stood there watching me put it on. It fastened easily on the tightest set of hooks. But still felt loose around my rib cage, like it’s not supposed to.

Authors Note: The band is supposed to hold most of the weight if you have heavy breasts and not the shoulder straps. If you’re having pain from the straps digging in to your shoulders you need a different person doing your fittings, or you need to find someone. I have learned now [by 2021], that the best way to find the best shop is to go to a popular strip club on a Friday and buy a lap dance from the girl there with the biggest breasts and ask her. Trust me $40 [yes LA prices] for that piece of information is SOOOO WORTH IT!

Adjusting the shoulder straps and looking intently at my shoulders and ribcage under my breasts. She shook her head. “Ya this isn’t going to work, you’re just not that big around in your torso.”

Looking in the mirror and seeing how far the straps were digging into my shoulders I immediately agreed and started to notice the pressure that would very soon become discomfort.

“Ok off with it.” she said as she walked away through the curtains.

Taking that bra off and hanging it on the hook, she returned and held another one up to my breasts to look for proper fit on the breasts them selves. “Mhmmh, try this one.” she said.

I put my arms through it and fastened it on the tightest hooks in the back, noticing it was a bit tighter than usual. I started to get excited but stayed composed.

“Ok turn around.” she politely ordered as she loosened the hooks in the back to the middle set.

“Ok hows that feel?”

“Good!” I said, turning to look in the mirror. The straps were fine on my shoulders and the band felt perfect as it always does.

“Yep I thought so.” she said with a smile and a wink. “So 3 as usual? And I’m going to recommend a new sports bra as well.”

“You’re the boss, you have yet to steer me wrong.”

I checked out with my 3 new bras and 1 sports bra. At $140 it seemed a bit steep but then again it wasn’t $250.

I got home and took in my laptop bag, and new bras. I put them in the drawer and put the old ones in the bag for drop off at Goodwill. I then went back to my usual routine, checked email, looked at the snail mail, fixed a salad, and turned on the TV. As I sat there I took my bra off out of habit, and tossed it next to me on the couch. I went to the bathroom and came back before I remembered the surgeon saying I should spend more time in a bra for the next few days.

I took my top off and grabbed my new bra. I held it up to my breasts to put it on and hadn’t even thought to see what size I was. I looked at the tag, 34DD! I screamed in joy! WOW I went up 2 cup sizes in a single fill! I was so excited I just stared there at the tag forever it seemed so happy that I was crying. I had finally hit a D cup, and even better a DD cup! To this day I still can’t explain my elation.

I went to bed that night and was still so electrically excited that even after masturbating I’m still not sure if I even slept.

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It was time to do a little Christmas shopping. Exams were finally over, I had a Christmas party to go to later in the day, and I was finally in the Christmas spirit. When a friend offered me a ride to the mall I jumped at it.

I was dressed in my Christmas best, a tight white turtleneck that showed off my growing boobs nicely, a Christmas red (or slut red, depending on who was commenting) skirt, and my favorite tights (because I only got to wear them a couple times a year) – white with red Santa’s and green Christmas trees on them.

When we got to the mall, my friend excused himself to go do some shopping (not so subtle – I knew he must be looking for a present for me). So I went wandering around the mall alone. When I walked past Santa’s workshop I felt the urge to get my picture taken with Santa. I snuck a look at Santa to see if he looked good, or if he was one of the dumpy ones. He was definitely a realistic looking one – the beard almost looked real, and I think that was real padding – no pillows needed. I waited patiently in line behind a young mother (or should I say MILF) and her young boys who were arguing about who was going on Santa’s lap first. I tried to flirt with the MILF, but she was too distracted by her children and didn’t seem to show much interest in me, so I stopped and stood quietly waiting for my turn. As I got close to the front, I started making eye contact with Santa as often as I could. I loved flirting and I was good at it. Back on campus I was known as an excellent cock tease.

As the young boys in front of me got off Santa’s lap (their mother arranged for them to sit on his lap together, thus ending the argument), I stared into Santa’s eyes and licked my lips as seductively as i could. I made quite a show of walking up to his chair. Santa looked a bit flushed as I sat on his lap and squirmed a bit to make myself comfortable. He asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I leaned in very close, letting him smell my perfume, before whispering:

“I want a big stiff cock under my tree, Santa. Do you think you can oblige?”

As I said it, I squeezed üsküdar escort my butt cheeks together, feeling his cock harden between them. The camera man then asked me to smile for the camera. I turned and gave the camera my sexiest smile. I slid off Santa’s lap ensuring the most friction between my bottom and his cock. The I accidentally on purpose dropped my purse and bent over at the waist to pick it up, giving Santa a nice view of my bum. When I picked up my picture, I had to laugh, because while I stared sexily at the camera, Santa was staring directly down at my boobs (and their hardened nipples).

Having thoroughly enjoyed teasing Santa (I wonder if I’ll get that hard cock for Christmas, or if it will be a lump of coal in my stocking), I wandered off to the book store, my favorite place in the world. There was some local author signing copies of some book I never heard of. I walked past her fantasizing that would be me some day (although, I would be world famous of course, not some no-name). I wandered the aisles aimlessly looking at whatever book caught my eye. I noticed an older man seemed to be following me, so I stopped in the sex aisle and began perusing a version of the Kama Sutra. I thought this would embarrass him enough to scare him off, but surprisingly he approached me.

“Wonderful book.” He said, smiling.

“Wow, that one looks impossible.” I laughed looking at a particularly interesting position.

“It just takes a little practice… and lots of flexibility.” He replied.

I was starting to like this guy. In a very obvious gesture I stared down at his crotch. There was a bulge, but since I hadn’t seen it grow, I was uncertain if he was getting hard, or just unnaturally large.

“Would you like a cup of coffee?” He asked.

“Hot chocolate would be better.” I replied.

“Well then, let me buy you a hot cocoa and we can talk.” he said.

“You seem too nice a girl to be reading such a book.” he said after we sat down with our drinks.

“You asking or stating?”

“Hoping.” he yenibosna escort replied.

I slipped my shoe off my foot and let it slide against his leg, my toes finding their way inside his pantleg and rubbing against his calf.

I opened the book to a random page.

“How the heck do you do that one?” I said.

He explained…graphically. I was stunned such an old man could know about these things – stunned and turned on. We continued going through the pages, talking and joking. I really started liking this guy. I stretched my legs and rested my feet on his lap, my wandering toes finding his hardened cock. He smiled. We continued chatting. My sex moist, and my nipples hardened against my sweater.

“So are you naughty or nice.” He finally said. I knew he was going to use that corny line at some point. It was corny, and it fit him, but it worked.

“Let me show you.” I replied.

I moved me chair next to his and slipped my hand onto his lap. I ran my fingers the length of his hard cock, up and down, harder and harder. I was not in the habit of picking up grandfatherly men in shopping malls, but this seemed so natural I just went with it.

“I want to fuck you.” He said in a manner as if he was saying please pass the sugar. It was so odd, unusual, that it seemed perfectly normal.

“Just a second, I’ll be right back.” I said as I got up and walked to the ladies room.

It was empty and clean, two important determinants of my next step. I walked back to the table, took the man by the hand and said:

“Follow me.”

I led him into the ladies’ room and into the handicapped stall to give us more room. I pushed him gently down onto the toilet seat and sat on top of him, hiking up my skirt and straddling his cock. My tits were in his face. I pulled off my sweater so he could suck on them. I began grinding on his cock as he sucked my nipples. His hand found my cunt and stroked my wet slit through my tights, the feeling was electric.

I slid off his lap. Kneeling before him I undid his zeytinburnu escort pants and pulled them down. His hard fat cock popped up and I began stroking it. A sheen of precum already glistening the head. He spread his legs wide as I began sucking his balls, still stroking his cock. He let out a moan as my lips wrapped around the head of his cock, my tongue teasing its tip. I felt his hands on the back of my head as he pushed it down against his cock. I took more and more with each plunge until I was deepthroating his entire cock, my lips at it root. I heard his breathing quicken. I knew he would cum soon. He pulled me off his cock. I looked up in his eyes questioningly. I tried to suck some more. I wanted to feel him explode in my mouth. I wanted the power his orgasm would give me.

He pulled me into his lap, his hard cock flat against my cunt, a thin material all that separates us. His hand reached down searching for the tops of my tights. He tried to pull them down.

“No.” I said.

“I’m a virgin.”

“Not for much longer.” he laughed.

“No seriously, I want to suck you off, but I can’t fuck.”

“Look deep into my eyes, what is it you really want? What do you want for Christmas?”

“I want you to fuck me.” I said, not knowing why, or where the thought came from, but once I said it I knew it was true.

He reached down between my legs and grabbed my tights at the crotch and pulled hard, ripping a hole in them. He lifted me up slightly and positioned the head of his cock between my soaked lips.

“Tell Santa what you want.” he said, looking into my eyes.

“I want you to fuck me.”

With that he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me onto him, impaling me with his cock. Instinctively, I began riding him, fucking him hard and fast. He sucked my nipples as we continued to fuck, sending shocks of electricity back and forth between my nipples and clit. I was on the edge and he knew it. He grabbed my hips with both hands and lifted me up so that the head of his cock was barely inside my cunt, then he pulled me down hard. As my clit ground against the pubic hairs at the base of his cock, I began to orgasm, my spasming cunt squeezing hard against his fat cock, sending him into orgasm. He shot wave after wave of hot cum deep into me.

“Merry Christmas” He said.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t wait until Christmas to give you that stiff cock you wanted.” He continued.

I stared in shock.

“Santa?”

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Chapter 11. Tom. (August 2000).

I had noticed an interesting looking independent shoe shop during a previous visit to the town and now with time on my hands decided to take a look. I was browsing the shoes when an assistant approached and asked if I needed any help. He was a young lad, barely 20 I thought, and as I was about to try on a shoe decided it might be fun to tease him, particularly as there weren’t any other customers in the shop at the time. Sitting, I asked if he’d assist me while I tried the shoe for size.

“Certainly Madam,” he replied, kneeling on the carpeted floor.

Deliberately showing plenty of leg I was amused to see the lad growing warm as he eased the shoe onto my foot.

“Hmm not bad, let me try some different ones.”

I was enjoying myself teasing the lad and by the time he returned with two or three more shoes for me to try had hitched my skirt still higher. I’ve no idea how much he could see, certainly my stocking tops and perhaps more, but as he helped me try on more shoes the flustered lads face grew redder by the minute.

Deciding on a pair of shoes I liked we went over to the till. The older guy behind it told the youngster he could go as it was nearly closing time.

“Turn the sign over to closed on your way out.”

Finishing my transaction, sancak escort the guy handed me the till receipt saying, “You shouldn’t tease the lad like that, I saw you flashing your knickers.”

“Just a bit of harmless fun.”

“Might be harmless fun to you but you got my son all worked up there, and all for nothing. He’s probably gone off feeling frustrated.”

“I didn’t realize he was your son, perhaps it was a bit thoughtless of me.” I said feeling a bit chastened, and the guy explained that it was a family business, his wife helping out with the paperwork.

“Maybe I ought to have a bit of fun with you, a sort of payback, give you a good spanking for teasing my son.” He was eyeing me speculatively as he spoke.

“Maybe you’re right; perhaps my thoughtless behaviour should be punished.” I replied, feeling excited by this unexpected turn of events.

He stared at me while I slipped my purse back into my bag.

“Go through to my office,” he indicated a door to the right. “I’d better lock the door; it’s well past closing time.”

“Why would you want me to go to your office?” I enquired all innocent.

“To administer your punishment of course,” he said briskly. “Put you across my knee and give you the spanking sarıyer escort you deserve for teasing my son.”

Excitement mounting I entered his office, the guy joining me seconds later. Pulling a chair out from behind his desk, the guy introduced himself as Tom, 45.

“You’re nearly ten years older than me then.” I told Tom, I’ve no idea why, perhaps to emphasize Tom’s seniority to me the way he had mine to his son.

I draped myself across his lap as instructed and Tom began spanking my backside, stopping after three or four smacks.

“This is no good, too much cushioning.”

So saying Tom pulled my skirt up to my waist. My panties were pulled down just enough to expose my bottom and the spanking resumed.

Holding me down across his lap with one hand Tom spanked my bottom, the blows becoming harder all the time, as did his breathing. Spreading the blows evenly he slapped my two tender cheeks while I wriggled about on his lap squealing.

“Good, I’ve made your bum bright red, the way you made my son’s face.”

Tom told me to stand up and I smoothed my skirt down but stood before him, panties round my thighs, as I asked if I could go.

“Don’t know about that. I’ve got the key see,” he dangled it in front sefaköy escort of me.

Despite looking flushed and excited Tom seemed tense.

“What are you going to do then?”

“Get those knickers off, bend over my desk and you’ll find out.” Tom was standing up undoing his trousers, his intention plain.

I slipped out of my panties and swept papers from his desk on to the floor before bending over the end of it like he said. Pushing my skirt up Tom’s hand delved between my thighs.

“Your cunts sopping!” Tom exclaimed. “This is what you need.”

His cock drove into me and I yelled at the suddenness of it. Face down over Tom’s desk I gripped the edges of it almost desperately as his cock pounded in and out of me. He gripped my thighs, fingers digging into the flesh, while he fucked me roughly.

“This is what sluts like you need,” he shouted suddenly as his body slamming up to mine, balls squashed against my thighs, he came.

Gasping, an over excited Tom staggered backwards and snatched a ruler from the floor. He whacked by bare bottom with it and I yelled but made no attempt to resist as the blows continued, growing in intensity with each one. This was far more painful than the earlier spanking and I howled almost continuously.

“You loved every minute of it.” The insightful Tom taunted before throwing the ruler down.

“Let that be a lesson to you,” he panted. “Don’t go about teasing innocent youngsters. Now put your knickers on slut and get out of her, my wife’s due any minute to do the days paperwork.”

Barely allowing me time to wipe myself Tom hustled me from the shop and slammed the door behind me.

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Chapter 1

I met Charlene at a house party a friend of mine was throwing during my last year of college. Charlene had graduated 4 years prior with a degree in archaeology and was waitressing, partying in most of her freetime. I was doing my degree in Geography, unsure what the future was going to hold and trying to enjoy my remaining time at school while I could before I had to make a decision between grad school and trying to find a job.

That night we met she was wearing a black cocktail dress that was criminally short and had very revealing cleavage. She had wavy brown hair and sharp blue eyes that I could feel staring me down from across the room. I found her to be on of the most stunning women I had ever seen, but of course I was far too nervous to approach her. That is not to say I was or am bad looking: I have a slim build, dark hair as well, and exactly average height; however, I’m not the most masculine guy in the world and often feel self-conscious about some of my more feminine traits. As it would turn out, my soft features and meek appearance were part of what initially drew Charlene to me.

Our mutual friend, George, knew her through the archaeology society, although I had only met her once before at another party. George and I were in a corner, talking about the semester we had both had, griping and complaining about professors and assignments. As I was going on about how one professor in particular, Charlene walked over to both of us, cutting me off mid-sentence.

She asked George, “So what’s the current state of the department. Is Dr. Fedorov still fucking anything with a pulse?”

“Yeah, he hasn’t slowed down much at all,” George said, a little taken aback.

“You know he fucked my friend Christine when I had him three years ago.” I’d later find out that Charlene had blown him underneath his desk for an extra 10 points at the end of the semester, although she refrained from telling me that that night.

“And how was that?” I asked.

“She said he was only okay, but she has high standards.”

“Wait, wasn’t Christine dating Kirk at then?” George asked.

“Like I said, she isn’t easily satisfied.” Charlene looked at me deeply, then gave my arm a subtle stroke. “I’m sure you know how it is.”

George laughed and I turned red. “Yeah, he’s a hard one to satisfy alright.”

“Come on, now. I’m sure you get loads of ladies. A big stud like istanbul escorts you.” The sarcasm was thick. I blushed, and mumbled something before taking a big swig of beer.

The party carried on. It was getting late and about half the guests had cleared out by the time I had mustered up the courage to actually go talk to Charlene by myself. I had been watching her all night, trying to sneak a glance at her whenever I thought I wouldn’t be noticed. The friend she was talking to just left to use the washroom, so I took her absence as my opportunity to approach.

Because it was the end of the night Charlene was looking a little dishevelled, yet her messy hair and wrinkled dress made me even more attracted to her. I think I was a teenager the last time my heart throbbed for a girl this way.

As I walked up to her she gave me a small smile. “Having fun?”

“Of course, it’s been a great night. How about you?”

“Oh, you know. I love most parties.” She paused. “I’ve seen you look my way a few times tonight… actually quite a few times.” She raised her eyebrow and smiled a little wider.

“Well… it’s a small space in here.” I was a bit flustered and an uncharacteristic feeling came over me. “But you’re also hard not to look at.”

“And what does that mean? You think I’m beautiful?”

“You’re very beautiful, you look wonderful tonight.”

Her face suddenly looked mischievous. “So does that mean you think I’m sexy?”

“Well, yeah, I guess I do.”

“You only guess?”

She was good at making me blush. “Yes, you could say that. I think you’re sexy.”

“So, that must mean you want to fuck me. Am I right?” I was taken aback, unsure how to respond. “Or do you not want to fuck me? Are you lying to me about how beautiful I am?”

“No, I do. I mean I do. Of course I do.”

“Then why don’t you say it. Tell me that you want to fuck me.”

Again, I hesitated, not knowing what the right answer was.

“I…. I want to fuck you.”

“You what? Are you ashamed that you’re attracted to me? You know that’s really hurtful. Do you think I’m some kind of pig or something, an easy lay? Say it like you mean it.”

With more confidence this time, I repeated, “I think you’re sexy and I want to fuck you.”

Unfortunately just as I was making this declaration, her friend was coming back from the bathroom, and I heard from behind istanbul eskort me: “What did you just say to her?”

“Uhh, nothing. We were just talking.” I turn around to see an angry little blonde standing there, her face screwed up in drunken anger.

“Did you just say you wanted to fuck her? What gives you the right, you pig.” Then without even seeing it coming I was slapped in the face, the clap causing everyone in the room to look my way. My face was red for another reason now. Knowing there was nothing I could say to rectify the situation, I apologized and went to find the washroom to recuperate.

After rinsing my face off with cold water and satisfied with the how the handprint was disappearing, I stepped outside the bathroom to find Charlene waiting for me in the hall, smiling with her arms crossed.

“Sorry that got a little out of hand, although you have to admit it was very funny.” She winked at me. “Why don’t I try to make it up to you.” She stroked my arm again, this time more sensually.

“No, it’s fine… it really isn’t such a big deal.”

“I’m sure George won’t mind if we step into his room to talk… just to have a bit more privacy.”

It was out of the realm of possibility that she was implying we do anything sexual together. She must just be looking for an actual conversation, to clear the air in private. So I followed her, in dismay and confusion, into George’s bedroom, where she closed the door and kissed me. I could taste the alcohol on her breath as her tongue confidently pushed into my mouth. I moved my hand up her silky dress and into her stringy hair that hadn’t been washed for a day or so. She broke the kiss and stroked my face. “Do you want to make it up to me for being so rude?”

“Uhh, y- yeah.” I stuttered.

She pulled her panties off, then hiked up her dress, before sitting down on the bed. It was still dark in the room, so I couldn’t get a good look at what was underneath. “Go down on me.” She continued to watch me, like it was a test.

Without a word I got down on my knees and buried my face between her legs. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed me into her further. She tasted almost floral. I had only gone down on one other girl before, and although I enjoyed it, we never had a second date. Clearly I needed some guidance because she began to instruct me: “Suck on the clit, lick it up and eskort istanbul down, now in circles.” I did as I was told, then moved a hand up to put a finger in her, when she gave me s gentle slap on the back of my head. “Just your tongue for now. Go lower, probe into me.” She saw my hand moving to my cock. “And don’t touch yourself, I want your full attention. Don’t you think I deserve it?”

It was heaven being in between her legs like that, even though my cock was painfully erect and confined in my jeans. Her pussy was getting so wet that my face was completely covered in her cum. After her 3rd orgasm she pushed my head back and put her bare feet up on the bed, leaning back to give me more access. Foolishly, I thought she was going to let me fuck her.

“I need a little break. Eat my ass for a while?”

Like before, I didn’t bother arguing, and instead pushed my tongue into her ass hole, swirling it around and gently trying to keep her amused. In the corner of my eye I saw a blue light, and noticed she was going on her phone. I pulled my tongue out of her ass.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“I said I needed a break so I’m just checking my phone. Don’t worry, you’re doing a good job — and I never said to stop what you’re doing.”

I continued to follow her instructions for about 20 minutes, moving between her ass and her pussy. She even let me finger her at one point, while I had my tongue thoroughly up her ass. I knew I was doing a good job when she’d put her phone down, which seemed to indicate she was going to cum.

As I would learn later, Charlene is a greedy lover, who’s rarely satisfied. By the time she had finished with me she had had 6 orgasms, and her pussy was absolutely sopping wet. The entire time my cock had been straining through my jeans, leaking pre-cum. I had been able to rub it a few times without her noticing, but that just seemed to make my frustration worse. It was torture knowing I couldn’t take it out and properly stroke it, but I was afraid if I did that she would leave.

I would have been happy to spend the rest of my life between her legs, but after her last orgasm she sat up and gave my forehead a little kiss, putting an end to it. We both stood up and I wiped off my face, smelling strongly of her pussy. She reached down and felt my hard cock straining against my pants. It was average at best, although had some girth to it.

“Not bad,” she smiled. “We should do this again. My shift at the restaurant ends at 1am tomorrow. Will you meet me at my place at 1:30?”

1:30 sounded a little late, but at this point I would have gone to hell and back just to have another taste of her. “Alright, what’s the address?”

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Sam and Flynn started as a conversation, a timely coincidence over coffee needs. “Ladies first” he commented and poured her a cup “that’ll be five bucks.”

“It was four last week” she challenged, with a smile.

He smirked.

“Three, just cuz I like you.” And with that it ended. They both returned to their desk routines of e-mails and deadlines.

For Flynn it was love at first sight, meaning Sam had a vagina and a cute face. It was always love at first sight for Flynn, let’s give him credit for that. “In the dark, any pussy feels great” he’d remind himself if a particular vagina was not attached to a somewhat passable cute face, especially if a vagina was being flirty enough to have any part of him inside any of her willing holes.

Flynn was a fan of vagina. He liked fucking it, eating it – the latter preferably done while also getting head, but not required. “I want to finger you” he’d tell women “and lick my fingers to get your taste.” His approach wasn’t charming or suave, he’d be the first to admit, he was just honest about his intent.

One could say this is why, despite his many flaws, women kept escort bayan him around a minute longer past healthy. They kept him around because Flynn fucked without pretense or hesitation. This Sam learned their first night after they clumsily fumbled past clothed into nudity. “I’m sorry” she half warned him before they first fucked “I didn’t shave.” He pulled down her panties not really listening to her last words, or any other word following that, until he pulled his limp, ejaculated penis from her well eaten, well fingered, well fucked vagina. “I like you” he commented “just like this” and pressed his body against her, his fingers stroking the hairs on her mound, sticky from his saliva and their cum.

Flynn found women’s last words before first fuck – for a lack of a better word – adorable. Especially the ones from married women. “Don’t cum inside” they asked in hindsight – “ok?” – a mute request really, invalidated by the wet film slathered on their wedding bands, their promise to someone else to not wrap their fingers around some stranger’s very un-condommed penis to guide it in inside them. Flynn escort liked that about women, the feigned hesitation. Maybe it was real hesitation. He didn’t know and didn’t care. All he needed to know is that if treated right, the most reserved woman will vulgarly ask for cock and cum. “I like you” he’d learned to say to whoever lay next to him as he lovingly stroked whatever part he believed to be their most insecure “just like this.”

Sam and Flynn fucked for weeks. Hotels, cars, drunk, sober, they searched for any excuse to break the monotony of their daily failed marriages. In public, he’d purposely walk behind her to imagine her bent over some surface, dress pushed up to her waist, his penis deep inside her.

In private she stayed bent over, dress pushed up to her waist. “I like you” he’d say as he pulled out and admired the silky threads of cum as they stitched their way down the inside of her thighs “just like this.”

Sam and Flynn ended in a conversation. A timely consequence over missed periods. “I’m pregnant” she commented, her body on top of his, leaned over just enough to let gravity bayan escort place her breasts in sucking distance.

Flynn concentrated on a strand of sweat forming on her forehead. He watched as it rolled down from her hairline to her eyebrow, the excitement of their fucking in a single bead of water.

It dropped on to his upper lip.

“That’ll be five bucks.” And licked her sweat of his lips.

She rolled off and with her back to him got dressed in silence. “It was four last week.”

He watched her as she got dressed, paying attention to her routine, it was always the same, with bra and shirt being last. He enjoyed that routine. The way she’d walk around flaunting her breasts, for him, because she knew he liked it, because he’d told her that she’s a total tease the first time she got dressed in front of him. Because he had jumped out of bed, that first time as she got dressed in front of him, and he pushed her up against the wall. Because she felt his erection pushing up against her. Because she quietly turned around and undressed to the silence of his breath on her back. Because she fucked him like it was the last time. Because she told Flynn “cum inside me” seconds before she bent over further to accept his semen for a second time.

“Three, just cuz I like you.” And with that it ended. They both returned to their life routines of marriage and deadlines.

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Quantum Subtleties And Mind-Fucks

(Based on actual events.)

December 13th, 2018, in a low income San Diego neighborhood.

Rudy’s phone rang at shortly past eight in the morning. The robust, Hispanic man stirred out of bed, not wanting to leave its warmth on such a chilly morning. He hoped it wasn’t work, as he wasn’t in any good mood to go there. All he really wanted to do was work out, as he usually did, and head out for a run later when the temperature was higher. It was getting that much tougher to take those runs during winter, as his back tended to stiffen up, thanks to the strain he’d put on it years before, while he worked at the Do It Yourself Warehouse. He’d hurt himself loading heavy building materials onto customer vehicles.

“My car won’t start.” An elderly voice said, right after he’d greeted the caller. “Can you take a look at it?”

“Yeah, sure.” Rudy agreed. “I’ll be out in a couple of minutes.”

His neighbor from across the street was his landlord. She was an elderly lady; the type that if you did one or two favors for, she would want a dozen other things done as well. Rudy slept in a tee shirt and shorts; they kept him warm enough under the thick Mexican blanket he covered his body with. Since Rudy didn’t expect the chore to take too long, he discarded the shorts and donned dark blue sweatpants and a brown fleece sweater. His hair was a mess, so he pulled on a blue and brown Padres cap and grabbed his keys before he was out the door.

The car turned was a late model Honda Odyssey minivan. Rudy didn’t like newer cars and their new-fangled computers systems, as they were difficult for an amateur handyman like him to work on. In this case, he suspected either the battery or the starter were the culprits. He couldn’t get at the battery because an air intake was installed right on top of it. Plastic fasteners and metal bolts would have to be loosened up, before the intake could be moved out of the way, just so he could get at the battery terminals.

“We might need a tow truck.” Rudy suggested. “If it is the starter.”

His neighbor looked entirely lost, so he took care of that for her. It was near nine when the tow truck showed up. Using a portable charger, the driver got the van up and running in about ten minutes, after he’d loosened up that troublesome air intake with the right tools. Rudy’s diagnosis had been on the money; the battery had gone bad.

“I need to take the car to the dealer for a new one.” His neighbor told him. “Can you come with me? I hate going to places like that alone.”

“Sure.” Rudy nodded back.

“We’ll get to your car in just a few minutes.” The service writer said cheerily.

Rudy doubted that was the case. He looked at the lane for cars waiting to be serviced and saw three cars ahead of the minivan. The mechanics hadn’t picked them up because they were busy working on other cars that had come in earlier. Rudy figured the simple battery change would take at least an hour, and it would definitely cut into his workout time. He hated being anal about having his workouts at set times, but if he didn’t have set times, he’d get lazy and end up not working out at all.

Rudy followed the elderly woman into the waiting lobby, where nearly every one of the ten or so seats was full. He saw an older Anglo man, an Asian woman in her forties and a second Asian woman in her twenties. The women looked related to his eyes; they had similar glasses and clothing, and even short winter boots, but they were sitting too far apart. He also saw several Hispanic men waiting around, ranging from their twenties to their thirties.

“They have free coffee here.” The old woman pointed at the nearby dispenser.

“I’m not in the mood for coffee.”

“They have hot chocolate.”

“No, thanks.”

“What about tea?”

His neighbor was one of those chatty types, he knew. The longer he sat near her, the more she would badger him with the sorts of things elderly people liked to talk about. For this reason, Rudy excused him and said he was going for a walk.

Because it was near the end of the year, Rudy figured the 2019 models would be on display, but they weren’t. He walked through the many aisles of new vehicles, loving the Accords, liking the Civics, and hating the ataköy escort wart-sized Fits. That’s what it was called, a Honda Fit, and he sure would be having a fit if he purchased one of those. The Accords were priced between 17 and 25,000, too far out of his price range, while the Civics were a little too sporty for Rudy, designed, he assumed, more for a person in their twenties. He checked the showroom for brochures on the 2019 models. The salesman said they would soon arrive. Rudy wondered if the dealership was simply going to take the 2018 markers of their existing stock, and replace them with 2019 labels.

After about half an hour, Rudy made his way back to the service department. His neighbor’s minivan was still there, he frowned, but at least it was at the front of the line now. As he returned to the waiting lobby, he figured he still had a good half hour to 45 minute wait ahead of him.

While he’d been gone, a good turnover had taken place among the people waiting. He only recognized one man from the earlier bunch. As he returned to his earlier seat, he saw a few new faces, including a mother and daughter sitting right across from him. With a long wait still remaining, he looked around until he saw a car brochure sitting across the way. Without really thinking about it, Rudy got up and walked over to the small table. The brochure was lying next to where the mother and daughter sat, both of whom were busy texting on their phones.

“Is this yours?” Rudy pointed at the brochure.

The younger woman looked at him, before she looked at the brochure and shook her head. Rudy picked it up and made his way back into his chair.

The brochure, unfortunately, was for the Hissy Fit, or Honda Fit, or whatever. Rudy took a few minutes to browse through it, before he gave up and closed it, leaving the brochure on his lap.

Across from him at maybe eight feet sat the mother and daughter. Since both women were fully engrossed in their phones, Rudy figured he could check them out without getting caught. Both women were Hispanic.

The mother was in her late thirties, with a pretty, round face and dark brown hair. She had her eyes so close to her phone that Rudy wondered if she needed reading glasses. Because this woman never turned away from her little screen, Rudy catalogued what she was wearing. The mom had on a black denim jacket and dark green jeans. She had one leg crossed over the other, and from the way she leaned on an armrest, Rudy could see she had thick thighs and a meaty rump.

Because Rudy was a studious man, he studied this woman for a couple of minutes, wondering what his life would be like if he had a girlfriend like her. It had been a good while since Rudy had a female companion. Sometimes he missed that, but after meeting a few nervous or troublesome women, sometimes he thought it better to stay single. The mom never looked up or sensed she was being scrutinized. Even if she had, Rudy would not have flinched at getting caught. He would have met her eyes with his, making contact with her for a split second, trying to gather a little more about who she was in that brief glimpse of time, before he finally turned away.

The mother and daughter had a short conversation. Apparently, the younger woman was going out somewhere with friends. The mother disapproved of it, while the daughter argued that she’d talked about it earlier. The debate was short, but Rudy had witnessed and heard most of it. It intrigued him to listen to private conversations like that, since he spent so much time alone with only his thoughts. In his flights of fancy, Rudy imagined he was the Quantum Observer, set apart from humanity in some strange way, studying their habits and wondering of their motivations from behind a glass wall.

The daughter shifted in her chair. Her eyes moved around more than her mother’s, as the older woman hardly ever looked anywhere else but her phone. The daughter was also stuck on the phone, but she would cast glances to the side and at least kept a brief awareness of her surroundings. At some point, Rudy realized, the daughter had caught him looking at her mom, with his placid, observational and pondering gaze. The Observer had unwittingly changed that which was being Observed.

The ataköy escort bayan daughter had changed positions. She was slouching now, with the back of her head lower on her chair, and part of her back on the seat. Her long legs were sticking out. She had her phone up close to her eyes, where she could see Rudy simply by raising them, and not having to move her body at all. Her head and frame were facing him directly. Apparently, Rudy figured, this young woman was studying him now, the same way he had been studying her mother.

An interesting synchronicity, Rudy decided. For several years now, he had been looking for a woman close to his age. The Universe wasn’t having any of that, however. It continually put him before young women as a way to tease him. Young women came to him, in their twenties usually, sometimes in their late teens, as Rudy aged into his mid-forties. Young women seemed to gravitate to him, while he gravitated to them, as if an invisible polarity conspired to bring them together. Rudy didn’t like that; he hated it. While he could be friendly with such young women, he was not willing to have one as his intimate companion. The age gap was simply too wide.

At the same time, Rudy understood the invisible bond. Certain older men attracted young women, and certain younger women attracted older men. He had gotten into this frequency somehow, and he was seemingly stuck in it. He thought of one of his favorite writers, Philip K. Dick, who was in his late forties when he hooked up with an 18 year-old girl. At first it was over Dick’s drug addiction, but later he ended up marrying the girl. That’s not the sort of relationship an introvert like Rudy wanted.

He could, however, tease back. The daughter was still mostly absorbed with her phone, but every so often, her eyes would peer over the top edge to see what Rudy was up to. Rudy shifted in his seat. His chest and legs were pointed at her, while he kept his head turned to the side, his eyes away from hers. His body was facing her, while her body was facing him, and they were both pretending nothing was going on between them.

Rudy’s gaze roamed throughout the waiting lobby, whenever someone stepped in, or when announcements were made that cars were ready. Every time, Rudy’s eyes scanned away, and on their way back they settled for a second on the young woman who spied on him. She wore a tan ball cap, compared to Rudy’s that was blue with brown edging. She had on a light brown shirt, while Rudy had a brown fleece sweater. The daughter had on blue jeans with a tinge of aqua, slightly off from Rudy’s dark blue sweatpants. They wore the same colors, basically. Another synchronicity.

He guessed the daughter was between nineteen and twenty-one years old. The young woman had an athletic figure, with strong arms and legs hidden under her clothes, in contrast with the few extra pounds her mother carried. She was taller than her mother by a couple of inches, at 5’6″ or 5’7″, as tall as Rudy. While her mother was soft and pretty, the daughter had darker skin and handsome features. She reminded Rudy of the Hispanic actress Maria Conchita Alonso. At times, Rudy wondered if the girl was watching him through an app on her phone, as the phone was pointed directly at him.

Rudy considered the way he sat, with his knees a few inches apart. Maybe this young woman had a zoom feature on her phone, or maybe he was paranoid. He saw how her legs were spread out wider than his, by maybe a foot and a half. If he dared to, he could look between her legs, since her body posture caused her lower half and legs to stick out at him. He did dare, and he kept his eyes on her crotch for a second, and then another, before he finally turned away.

The daughter’s right leg started bouncing up and down. In her peripheral sight, she was keeping her eyes on Rudy’s head. When Rudy turned aside, she would glance at him. When he turned back, she would settle her eyes on her phone. Clearly, she was becoming nervous and excited. Rudy looked at her face, before lowering his eyes between her legs again, staring intently at her jeans. He visualized her nude, wondering what her pussy looked like. He knew, and she knew, what they were both doing.

Her leg bounced up and down escort ataköy faster. Her hand went between her legs, not to cover the crotch of her jeans, but as a way to let Rudy know that she’d caught him looking. She put her music player on her thigh, and let it slip between her legs, halting it exactly where her pussy waited. The white plastic of the music player shone against the blue-aqua of her jeans. The daughter scooted even further down in her chair, with the back of her head low, and her full back and part of her butt on the seat. She was in a ridiculous position now, with part of her butt and her legs away from the seat, while her mother kept fiddling with her phone and the other customers sat there oblivious. To Rudy’s growing arousal, she spread her legs wider. Nobody else in that waiting room knew, or showed that they knew, what was happening between the two.

The human imagination took over both of them. In his mind, Rudy stood up and crossed that short divide to where she sat. He pulled his sweats and briefs down, revealing a cock that was fat with want. She stared at it, watching Rudy descend to his knees before her. The young woman’s legs were fluttering back and forth, slightly so as not to give away her intentions to the others. In her mind, and in his, she was drawing him closer. Her jeans vanished, leaving her lower half nude.

Since she was already in a good position, Rudy simply scooted forward. His hard cock stretched out, eager to touch her, eager to prod into her. He placed it at her opening, and he pushed, and he entered her. No noise was made by either of them, because it would shatter the illusion and alert the rest. It would be a quiet fuck between them, with Rudy pushing into her fully, pacing himself, while she kept her composure intact and took what he was giving.

Rudy could visualize her nude legs and middle, as he fucked this girl who was way too young for him. He could not imagine the rest of her naked, as the rest of her clothing was an added allure to what he was doing. He could see her clothed from the waist up, and nude from the waist down. He also wondered how she saw him, in her mind’s eye, as he rocked his body gently against hers.

While her mother sat only inches away, Rudy fucked that willing daughter, putting his cock into her over and over. And the daughter, not only willing but encouraging him to do it, in that hot, sensual place where fantasies play out. Based on how fast her legs were bouncing up and down, it was clear they were thinking on the same level.

Her pussy jutted out, away from her chair, with its, Rudy imagined, trim bush and long legs leading away from her abdomen. Their bodies were pressed together, with her thighs touching his sides. His cock slid back and forth inside of her, wet from her juices, bringing them so close it was impossible for them to be any closer.

The furtive glances continued. The vibrating legs here hammering away at the carpet like a stampede. Nobody knew, nobody suspected, except for she and Rudy. They didn’t need to kiss, or to touch in any other way, save for the motions of Rudy’s hard cock as it pressured her. They didn’t need to make any noise either, because that would happen in their minds. Was she a screamer, Rudy wondered, as he panted and pushed, as he came closer to releasing his fervor? He didn’t know what she was thinking, but on his end, he imagined her gripping the seat’s armrests, her face contorting and her mouth clamped shut as her orgasm arrived. She gasped and squirmed, while Rudy gave her the final, deep strokes that excited him past the point of no return. Rudy’s cock burst, swelling with pride as it gushed away, into her, vibrating her insides. He kept pushing, kept making her writhe and moan.

His eyes stared across that short expanse, at her face and at her pussy hiding behind her jeans. Her eyes peeked over the top edge of her phone, watching him, wanting him.

Once it was over, they disassociated from each other. With her mother still absorbed in something that was surely trivial, the daughter stood up and walked over to the coffee machine. She kept her back to Rudy, as if she couldn’t bear to look at him anymore. She stood there, not really getting coffee or hot chocolate or tea. Rudy observed her figure, as athletic as he’d suspected, now that he saw her on her feet for the first time. She did have a tight butt and strong legs.

With the sexual tension between them broken, Rudy stood up, deciding to walk over to the showroom, where he hoped to find brochures for the Accord and Civic models.

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Waking up Sammie felt unreasonably warm.

Hot may be the word. As the seconds passed she remembered she was in Jake’s bed and that the heavy weight against her body the man himself. Sighing, she arched decadently and felt the unmistakeable ridge of his cock pressing against her arse. He shivered and she pressed back, lifting her thigh to allow his bare erection to press against her aching pussy.

He’d said so much last night, bared himself in all senses, shown vulnerability. Sammie ached for the sadness he much have felt back then and the bravery for sharing it with her. Despite herself, Sammie wanted to believe he cared for her and welcomed the gentle thrust of his hard hot cock against her covered pussy. She was naturally disappointed that he hadn’t tried anything last night but somehow, his reserve just made her want him more. As if she could ever want him more than she did already.

He murmured sleepily and gripped her thigh, holding her still as he rocked against her. His hand slid down to cup her mound and Sammie pressed back, welcoming the attention.

“Morning”

Sammie shrieked as Jake ripped her boy shorts from her body, his hand dipping into her wetness as she felt him fumble behind her. Within seconds, his bare cock slid through her lips, hitting her clit on each upstroke and his free hand slid beneath her vest to pluck her bare nipple. He stroked her clit, alternating between circles with his fingers and sliding his cock head against the tumescent flesh.

Sammie bucked and trembled and his cock slipped into the crease of her arse. His fingers teased her nipple as he leisurely slipped his erection between her cheeks and Sammie felt herself moisten further, glad it was his bed she was making a mess of.

As his hands and cock played havoc with her senses, Sammie lay in suspended animation, taking everything Jake had to give her and still wanting more. She wanted him, wanted Jake to claim both her pussy and her arse. She grunted, he’d done neither so far. Desperate, Sammie wedged her hand between her thighs and rubbed her clitoris, brushing her fingers against Jake’s cock as he slipped back between her labia. He groaned as her fingers stroked him and he leaned into her body,

“Best. Wake Up. Ever.”

“Fuck me Jake… Take me… now! Please!! I need you so badly!”

Sammie grimaced at the desperation in her tone but Jake twitched, growing harder still and he thrust harder between her spread thighs. Pulling back, he spun her onto her back and braced himself above her, gripping her thighs in his hands and he swept through her copious wetness, hitting her clit with pinpoint precision.

Sammie slid her hands down to clasp his cock, to feed it into her pussy but Jake just grasped her wrists and held them over her head, content to tease her and himself.

“Geez Jake… Just do me!! How much foreplay can one woman take! I’m horny, I’m willing, I’m soaking… just fuck me!”

Jake laughed and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as his cock beat a tattoo against her open pussy,

“What happened to you?! When did you get so vocal Sammie? I recall you not saying boo to a goose!”

“Well I used to be shy and then you made me crazy and now all I can think about is you fucking me! Are you happy? I’m a monster!”

Jake thrust an inch into her, the restraint evident in the rigidity of his face as he stilled, holding her stunned gaze with his own.

“Fuck Sammie… What the hell?!”

Sammie swivelled her hips, trying desperately to draw him deeper but with her hands pinned and Jake’s superior strength at play she only ended up teasing them both further. Jake grunted and withdrew, hissing as she whimpered softly before pushing back, a little deeper than before.

Sammie threw her head into the pillows and locked her thighs around his hips, ready to take him home. Jake’s control was total and she knew that he would only take her when he was ready but she wanted him to know just how enthusiastic she was for that to happen. Hoped he’d give her what they both wanted.

The tendons in his neck stood out as he pulsed inside her, the heat radiating from every pore of his impressive physique.

“Christ Sammie… You feel amazing… so want to thrust into you…”

Sammie arched her back and almost laughed as he slid in a little further. She was tight and Jake was larger than Richard but his patient restraint gave her the time she needed to mould to him. He rocked mecidiyeköy escort his hips and Sammie sobbed as he bent to take a turgid nipple into his mouth, sucking her hard as he pushed in a little deeper,

“Yes Jake… Oh god, please… JAKE!!”

He kissed her, his eyes dark as he teased her mouth. Sammie bucked and he released her hands, allowing her to sweep down the warmth of his back to cup his buttocks, trying to pull him into her body. Jake swallowed her moans and pulled back, his cock head the only point of contact between them,

“Shit baby! You want me bad huh?”

Sammie grinned and nodded,

“Pretty bad Jake. I can’t lie. Just a little more. Please. Please Jake…”

He bent to kiss her neck, and Sammie whimpered, his clever tongue finding the sensitive patch of skin beneath her ear that magically rang throughout her body.

“Oooo Jake… Yes!! Jake… Jake..”

“JAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEE!!”

He blinked down at her, his breathing heavy as Rosie’s voice rang out like a fire alarm. Sammie scrunched up her eyes and held him tighter, hoping that she’d misheard but judging by the same disgruntled expression on Jake’s face, she hadn’t. He sagged, his forehead resting on hers as he dragged air into his lungs.

“Can we never catch a break?”

Sammie smiled weakly and pressed her lips to his,

“We will Jake. You’d better see what she wants.”

Jake pulled out, wincing as he left her body, staring down as his cock left her sweet warmth. Slipping on a pair of boxers he stood and looked down at her, naked, her thighs spread, bared to him. Jake swallowed, reaching down to readjust his cock,

“Still the best wake up ever!”

Sammie stretched and smiled up at him,

“Hold that thought Jake!”

…

The drive to Cornwall was a long one. Four and half hours of sitting in the passenger seat trying not to stare at Jake as he drove. Rosie and Sophia were already asleep in the back seat and Sammie smiled at how innocent they both looked in slumber.

She was grateful they were coming with her to her parent’s 40th Anniversary party but she couldn’t deny that the only person she really wanted was Jake. As if reading her thoughts, he turned and winked at her, sending her already aroused body into turmoil.

They’d been so close this morning and Sammie could still feel him inside her. It was probably for the best that Rosie had interrupted them but it didn’t mean that she didn’t want to kill her. Jake had distracted Rosie as Sammie had slunk back to her room and the three of them had showered, packed, ate and dressed quickly before heading out.

Several times as they’d dashed around the flat Jake had blown kisses at her and once, as Rosie had showered he’d allowed her to push him down onto the sofa, straddling him as she kissed him with all the frustration she felt. His desperation as he meet her kisses sated her momentarily, and as the shower stopped and they leapt apart Sammie she was delighted to see the hard ridge in his jeans.

Guiltily Sammie glanced down at his groin as he drove and grinned as she saw the tell tale bulge. Jake’s cough brought her gaze to his and he shook his head, laughing as he turned his eyes to the back seat. Sammie stuck her tongue out and Jake narrowed his eyes, leaning over to whisper in her ear,

“Good things come to those who wait you

naughty girl.”

…

After numerous pit stops and driver changes they arrived at Sammie’s folks. Her childhood home. As she raced up to hug her parents Sammie pushed the thoughts of her sexual frustration away and felt herself relax. She turned to her friends who were unloading the car and laughed as Rosie waved her off giving her a thumbs up. Casting a shy glance as Jake she felt her stomach flutter and turned, following her parents inside.

They’d pulled out all the stops. A marquee had been set up in the garden and her father had badgered her micro-managing mother into hiring caterers. It was a glorious sunny day and as Sammie mingled with the other guests she felt a pang deep inside. Her mother was chatting to Aunt Maureen and her father stood behind her, his hand gently resting on her waist.

Even after 40 years, they were still in love, still devoted. Sammie sniffed, she wanted that. She wanted a love that spanned the decades. Richard had been a misstep; no way could she have spent her life merter escort with him. But Jake… Sammie could see them years from now, still as hot for each other. Well, she’d be as hot for him. As if conjuring him up he appeared, two glasses of champagne in his hands,

“Great party Sammie. Can’t say I know anyone other than you and the slut twins but everyone seems really friendly.”

Sammie took a sip and smiled up at him, Jake really was an attractive man. Jeans and a polo shirt, casual yet polished. She noticed the other women looking his way and laughed, he was hers, at least for now and she’d fight anyone who tried to take him away from her.

“What’s so funny Sammie?”

Blinking she stared at him,

“Nothing really Jake. Just thinking that I’ve thrown you straight into the middle of a cougar convention.”

Jake choked on his bubbly and grinned.

“Really? You think?”

“Oh Jake… I know. If these women are having half of the illicit dirty thoughts about you that I’m having then you are definitely prey baby!”

Jake clutched her hand and led her away from the crowds into the house,

“I only care what you think about me Sammie. Only you. And this morning… I can’t stop thinking about how you felt this morning as I slid inside of you…”

Sammie felt herself blush as he spoke, reliving every second with him,

“It’ll happen Jake. As you said we just have to be patient!”

Jake pouted,

“I may have said it but I’m an idiot. I don’t want to wait to be with you Sammie. I want you now. All of you. All of me. Can’t we just sneak off?”

Sammie drained her glass and turned into him,

“What do you suggest Jake? That we sneak off to my childhood bedroom and get naked in my single bed?”

Jake’s eyes widened and she saw the imperceptible nod,

“Would you like me to lure you into my teenage bedroom and beg you to take me whilst my parent’s entertain their guests downstairs?”

“Sammie!!” Jake groaned and reached for her, pulling her close, “Will you show me your bedroom?”

Laughing she punched him away, “You’ve seen my room you idiot! And far more…”

Grinning Jake, swept her hair from her face,

“I’ve seen your adult bedroom Sammie but I’d like to see your teenage room too. I used to have a lot of fantasies about being inside your bedroom back then baby… Curious to see if I was right.”

Shocked, Sammie gulped,

“You did?” Really?!”

Before Jake could answer her mother swept in and dragged her away to talk to yet another long lost relative.

…

Hours passed and Sammie caught glimpses of Rosie and Sophia but nothing of Jake. Excusing herself, Sammie took out her phone and texted him,

“Everything okay? Haven’t seen you for ages?”

Almost immediately the … of Jake typing appeared on the screen,

“Pink! Always thought your room would be pink.”

Sammie stifled her squeal,

“You’re in my room!”

“”Slightly paler than your pussy baby but almost the same shade as your nipples. I miss you Sammie. Come upstairs and let me show you how much… x”

Sammie glanced around and wondered if anyone would miss her for an hour or three. Jake in her bedroom was up there in her top three fantasies and despite her fears that he was right now judging her for the Furbies and her frankly embarrassing CD collection she didn’t want to be anywhere that he wasn’t.

Taking a deep breath, Sammie turned, heading straight for the house when she ran straight into Aunt Maureen.

Aunt was a technicality. Not blood but her mother’s best friend since before Sammie was born, it gave Aunt Maureen the right to say whatever she liked. Sammie enjoyed watching Maureen slay victims in her wake, less so when she was on the receiving end

“Samantha darling. So lovely to see you. And looking so well. Based on what I heard I thought you’d be eating your heart out over your break up with Richard.”

Sammie blanched and looked for an escape route but was pinned against the begonias with no way out,

“Lovely to see you Aunt Maureen. What a lovely colour you’re wearing. Most women can’t carry off yellow but you look stunning!”

Aunt Maureen smiled and pirouetted. Honestly, she looked jaundiced,

“It’s very in right now and I had to look my best for your parent’s 40th. So how are you Samantha… really. You can tell me dear, I’m practically your second mutlukent escort mother…”

Sammie prayed for intervention… of any kind and finding nothing she spoke,

“Richard and I just weren’t right for each other Auntie Mo. We had a good run but we just decided that it wasn’t working out. Not everyone is as lucky as you and Uncle Michael.”

Uncle Michael was currently screwing his 23 year old PA and was as happy as hell about it. Everyone knew and supported him as Maureen was a beast. Aunt Maureen preened and gripped Sammie’s arm,

“But Darling, you can’t afford to be picky. You’re getting older and a good man is hard to find. If it isn’t working it’s up to you to make it work. You don’t want to end up alone now do you? A man as dedicated as Richard doesn’t come along everyday you know.”

Sammie felt the silent scream thunder up through her chest. Richard was hardly Prince Charming and she was still young! How dare this shrew judge her? She had no idea what was going on in Sammie’s world, or the real world. If it wouldn’t have made a scene, Sammie would have gone off the deep end. In fact she still might…

“And who is this lovely lady baby? Introduce me?”

Sammie smelt Jake seconds before his hands settled around her waist. She melted back against him, grateful beyond words for his support.

“Jake, this is my Aunt Maureen. Maureen, this is Jake…”

Aunt Maureen’s eyes bulged as she stared at Jake and Sammie stifled her snort of laughter,

“And who are you to my dear Samantha?”

Sammie felt Jake’s grin radiating through her as he spoke,

“I’m her lover Aunt Maureen and I’m very dedicated to it!”

She couldn’t hold back any more and Sammie laughed, the snorts blasting through her body. Jake held her tighter as the woman before them turned puce, not a good shade next to the yellow of her dress,

“Well… Good for you Samantha. I have to admit that you’ve traded… up!”

Aunt Maureen checked Jake out again before turning and rushing across the lawn into the marquee. She laughed, sagging into his arms as all of her anger dissipated. Tears spilled down her cheeks as Jake shuddered behind her, his laughter loud and hearty. Turning she saw Rosie and Sophia peeping out behind a tree, each clutching two bottles of bubbly.

Sophia stepped out, making an exagerrated show of checking out the area before motioning for Jake and Sammie to follow,

“Come on lovelies… let’s get pissed!”

…

Somehow they’d made it up the stairs to Sammie’s brother’s tree house and were now half way through the four bottles of Dom Perignon. Rosie and Sophia were propping each other up as Sammie and Jake sat cross legged, inches separating them.

“Oh God Samurai… that woman looked like a pack of butter!”

Sophia barked out laughter as Rosie pulled a face,

“Please Rosie… I can’t believe she wasn’t butter!”

They all laughed, drunk and happy until Rosie sobered slightly,

“Best part was the look on her face when Jake said he was your lover…”

Squiffy, Rosie embellished the word Loveeeeeer and Sophia winked. Sammie blushed and saw the instant that the penny dropped. Sophia turned her attention to Jake, switching back and forth like an Umpire before Sammie nodded. Sophia’s face split into the biggest shit eating grin and Sammie hoped to hell she’d keep quiet. Unaware of the revelation, Rosie continued,

“Have to say Jake, it wouldn’t suck if you and Samurai hooked up for real. Girl needs a decent fuck and we both know you’re an expert!”

“Rosie!!”

Jake and Sammie stared as Rosie popped open another bottle,

“Oh please!! Sammie, you spent too long with the Dick with no Dick and you Jake, my brother from another mother, you need to stop fucking these random stupid women and get together with a woman who has brains and beauty and substance.”

“Thank you Rosie but…”

Sammie was silenced as Rosie ploughed on,

“Sammie here probably can’t fuck for shit but she can learn and I know that you can teach her. Did I tell you Soph that I’m thinking about soundproofing the flat. The noises… It’s like a porn convention!”

Sophia stared at the pair as Rosie took too deep a swig and fell back on the bean bag behind her, out for the count.

Grinning she stared at Sammie and shook her head,

“You dark horse you! All that time and you never said a word!”

Sammie blushed and shrugged and Jake pulled her into the crook of his arm. Sophia’s eyes widened as he kissed Sammie, a riot of tongue and lips and when they pulled apart, Sammie was breathing as hard as his was.

Sophia drained her glass and cackled,

“Doesn’t look like she needs to learn anything!”

Jake kissed Sammie again, sweeter and softly,

“She really doesn’t… She’s perfect as she is!”

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”I don’t know about this.”

”Come on, Maddy, I thought you were into all this creepy shit.”

Maddy looked over at Julian and glared at him. He smiled back sweetly. Taking her hand, he pulled her onward again towards their destination.

Everyone in the area knew the tales of Rokland Manor. It was a rickety old mansion, three stories tall, that had been slated for demolition almost as long as it had been abandoned. Sitting alone at the end of the weed-choked driveway, the house was a reclusive structure that seemed intent to hide itself forever within the thick trees and shrubs that slowly grew closer and closer to the crumbling walls. Paint had long since flecked away from the rotting windowsills, and what windows were not boarded up had been smashed out by successive generations of vandals and hoodlums. The massive front doors had been smashed open by curious teens and never properly resealed. It was a house that had once been the glory of the entire area, but had retreated against the ravages of time and disuse until it could only whisper of its former majesty. And, so the stories went, it was haunted.

There were a number of stories of people who had ventured inside the old mansion, but always during the day. Not even the brazenness of youth could force anyone to stay inside after nightfall. Maddy had lived in the area for almost two years, and had heard all the tales. They all led to the simple statement that the house was haunted. Some said there was a murder, others cultish rituals. Some said that the house had taken on a life of it’s own. Maddy had seen the old place from a distance a number of times, but had never been this close. She had talked Julian into it, but it was Julian that forced her to go.

Maddy felt a chill shiver its way through her body as she approached. The dying light of the setting sun passed through a crack in the thick foliage and drenched the western walls in blood. In that brief second before the trees renewed the chink in their armor, Maddy had the sudden impression that the mansion was sneering at her. A part of her wanted more even as she pulled Julian to a stop.

”Are you sure about this?” she asked quietly. “We could come back in the morning.”

Julian raised his eyebrows and looked over his girlfriend in the dying light. She looked like she belonged in a place like this, he thought. It was not a cruel statement. From the first day he spotted her, the new girl in town, he was mesmerized. She was like nothing he had ever seen. She always dressed in black, her clothing ranging from heavily draped to nearly naked, from soft silks and velvets, to rubbers and leathers. That night she had decided on a long skirt over thigh-high heeled boots, with a silk blouse and soft, velvet corset. Her skin was the milky alabaster color that could only be obtained hiding a lifetime from the sun. Her long hair was spun silk in his hands, black as raven’s feathers, as dark as her eyes. She was wrapped up in darkness and gloom, but she was alive with the knowledge of who she was. And she was gorgeous.

It had not been love at first sight for Maddy when she first noticed the man staring at her, but it was lust. Her “type” was always hard to define, but looking at him, she decided that he could be. He was tall, much taller than herself which suited her fine, with a lithe, strong build. His chestnut hair was short and styled, bordering on daring but still within the realm of professional. He always dressed well, not preppy, or extravagant, just well. Julian was obviously attracted to her, something she certainly never held against him. But it was the way he paid attention to her, listened to her conversation, and fed off her mind that won him the right to get as close as they had become.

”Afraid of the dark, little girl?” Julian teased. She was always the more daring one. It surprised Julian that it took Maddy so long to ask him about the house, and so much longer to work up the courage to actually want to go inside. He always felt the need to test her limits, and to push his own in order to keep her interest in that way couples do.

”N-no,” she said quickly. “Just don’t want to go fumbling around an old house in the dark.”

”No worries.” Julian smiled and produced a couple of candles. “Come on, the house awaits.”

Maddy shrugged and allowed herself to be pulled along once again. They picked their way through the weeds along the stone and gravel driveway and to the first step of the crumbling stairs. The thirteen steps must have once been a sweeping invitation up to the large landing and the massive double doors. Looking up defiantly into the stone face of the house, Maddy and Julian stepped onto the stairs and hurried to the top.

The brass doorknockers and handles had long ago been torn free. Various planks in different stages of wear and decay were scattered about or hung limply from the doors in the caretakers’ futile attempts to keep trespassers out. Looking at the strewn planks, Maddy suddenly wondered if perhaps it was the caretakers themselves that had küçükçekmece escort started the haunted rumors.

”Ready?” Julian drawled. His attempt at suspense made Maddy giggle.

”Come on,” she said, suddenly very interested. “You’ve been going on about this for a week now. Let’s see what all the hype is about.”

Julian stood in front of the double doors. With a glance over his shoulder that revealed a wicked smirk, he pulled at the doors. They swept open on rusty hinges, creaking ominously in the silent, dimming light of the warm evening. A sudden, distant crash caused both of them to look to the north. Inky, black clouds were quickly rolling in. Maddy glared at Julian playfully.

”I had nothing to do with that,” he assured her with a smile and gestured forward. “After milady.” Maddy raised her eyebrows and stepped inside.

Maddy stepped into a dream. The entrance to the house was a sweeping foyer that could have held her entire apartment twice over. Once, the area had been decorated in lavish tapestries, rich artwork and sculptures. The cherrywood, winding staircase that climbed up to the second story was once lovingly polished and the showcase for the foyer. What little light penetrated through the cracks in the boarded-up windows cast an eerie iridescence over the dismal room. The majesty had been stripped away one piece at a time. Only a thick layer of dust and mingling cobwebs garnished the foyer. Maddy could see footprints in the dirty floor, some partial covered with years of dust, some much more recent.

Julian pulled the doors closed behind him as a crash of thunder boomed around them. Maddy started and grinned sheepishly at Julian. The last of the daylight faded into black as the storm swept over them. Julian fumbled with his lighter, but soon had both candles burning. He handed one off and started to look around.

”This place is incredible,” Maddy whispered as her hand hovered over the dusty walls and built-in cabinets. Julian only smiled at her.

The wind began as a soft moan, but quickly strengthened into a roaring monster that shrieked through the cracks in the windows and walls. It swept through the area as the couple explored, playfully dancing with their candles’ wicks. Outside they could hear the rain begin.

”Guess we’re stuck here for a while,” Julian said with a shrug. “At least until the rain stops. Come on, let’s look around.”

Maddy hugged her free hand close around her chest and strolled after the bouncing candle as Julian led the way down a hall. Every detail seemed to come alive as she held the candle close to the molding of the doorways and the ancient vents over the radiators. She stopped in a doorway and looked inside what was probably a large den. A fireplace large enough for her to stand inside dominated one wall in the bare room. A brilliant flash flooded the area. The cracks in the window boards cast a shadow that for the briefest of moments resembled a crippled old man.

Maddy shrieked and staggered back a step. Catching herself, she giggled and turned to follow Julian. His light was gone.

”Julian,” she whispered, her voice sounding suddenly very empty with the wind and pounding rain screaming outside. “Julian?” she yelled out. There was no reply.

She cursed his name under her breath and moved through the house, searching from empty room to empty room. All around her the storm cast strange and nervous shadows as the lightning continued to dance in the night sky outside. She cupped the fragile flame of her candle as the wind threatened to extinguish it, and moved on. Her heart fluttered as her eyes desperately tried to pierce into the dark corners all about her. A cobweb brushed her face causing her to shriek and jump back. She panted, trying to catch her breath and glared at the webbing. Giggling to herself, she swiped at the errant strand and stepped through the archway.

Another crash boomed in Maddy’s ears, causing her to freeze. This crash was not thunder. It came from upstairs. Creeping delicately forward, she began to shiver as anxious sweat formed on her skin only to be chilled in the cool air. Stepping into a corridor, she found a set of narrow stairs spiraling upwards. Maddy took a deep breath, and with a quick look over her shoulder, started her ascent.

The second floor was no less majestic and in no better repair than the main floor. Intervals of lightning flashed and flickered through broken windows and boards, casting their magical dance across the walls. Maddy crept down the wide hall, not even bothering to check the rooms she passed.

”Julian?” she whispered hoarsely. “Julian, where are you? Bastard.” She muttered the last under her breath and shook her head. “You’re going to get it when I find you.”

The floorboards creaked behind her, and Maddy whirled about. She staggered in her high-heeled boots and grabbed the wall for support. Her eyes swept over the empty hall as her pounding heart pumped blood into her ears and obscured her küçükyalı escort vision.

”Julian? This isn’t funny anymore.” Her voice found strength and daring in anger. “Where the fuck are you?” She took another deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She had been in cemeteries far creepier than this old shack many times, Maddy told herself. Get a grip, girl.

She continued on her original path, picking her way carefully in the near blackness. The hall came to an intersection and she looked down all four directions. They seemed to be exactly the same. Maddy was about to take the one to her left when she felt something touch her back. She opened her mouth, but her voice was sucked from her throat as an extreme chill passed through her body, paralyzing all her muscles. It seemed to flow beneath her skin, touching and tickling with a burning cold. In a heartbeat, it was gone.

Maddy stared wide-eyed for several moments before she realized she was free to move again. Her brain screamed in silent terror as she sprinted straight ahead. She rushed passed several doorways before something caught her sight. It was light, constant, warm light. She stopped and leaned against the wall, panting for breath. Julian, she thought.

”Julian?” she called out. “That better fucking well be you!” She hurried forward until she was within range of the doorway. “Julian?” It was candlelight; that much she was certain of. Peering around the corner, Maddy gasped. The room, probably a bedroom or guestroom, was covered in candles. In the center, several blankets had been tossed on top of each other into a makeshift bed. The storm gained strength outside the boarded windows as thunder and rain pounded against the majestic structure. Maddy smiled and started to walk inside when she heard a creak behind her again.

She was only able to half-turn before the heavy weight barreled into her. Her candle was knocked from her hands and put itself out as it hit the floor when two arms encircled around her and forced her into the room. She tried to scream when her voice found her throat, but it came out a slight chirp. Heart fluttering, Maddy was pitched down onto the blankets, and looked up to see Julian smirking above.

”Bastard,” she shrieked as she clawed at him. Julian’s triumphant smile turned to shock as he faced her sudden fury. Grappling her arms, he forced them behind her back and squeezed her wrists together in his much larger hand. Using his free hand to pull back on her hair, he kissed her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She shook her head and broke the kiss.

”Bastard,” she growled again.

”Someone needs to be taught some manners,” Julian replied. With her wrists still locked in his grip, Julian spun her around and forced her onto her knees. Pushing his weight against her, he forced her face into the blankets and slid his free hand under her skirt.

”Fuck you,” Maddy whimpered, then tried to fight free when she felt his warm hand on her inner thighs. Julian found her lacey panties and pulled. The delicate material easily shredded and he tossed the useless garment aside. Dragging her skirt up over her hips, he stared down at her shapely, exposed ass before working on his belt.

”This is what happens to little girls that don’t behave,” he growled in her ear as he pushed his pants and underwear down his thighs. Still holding her firm, he lined the head of his cock up with her already damp slit. There was no ceremony, no foreplay, as Julian held her wrists tight and forced his hips forward.

”Fuck,” Maddy screamed as her lover’s cock rammed deep inside her. Julian drew back and pumped forward again. With hard, even thrusts, he fucked her from behind while Maddy mewed into the blankets. When he felt her begin to relax and move her hips back against his thrusts, he pulled all the way out and spun her onto her back.

Julian pounced on her, forcing his way between his legs. He crushed his mouth against Maddy’s as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Their lips and tongues danced against one another as their hips rocked in erratic circles until Julian’s cock found Maddy’s hot, inviting hole. He pushed himself back inside of her, slowly pumping at the silky wetness.

The storm continued to savage outside, but the intensity only seemed to fuel the couple’s passion. Rising up on his hands, Julian kept his lips on hers as he worked at the lace of Maddy’s corset. Maddy’s hands ran along Julian’s chest and fumbled at the buttons of his shirt and she forced her tongue into his mouth. Julian was just beginning to pull the laces out of the many holes when Maddy pushed his undone shirt of his shoulders. He helped her pull it off, and was caught off guard as Maddy rolled over, pinning him beneath her.

Maddy sat up and slowly rolled her hips over his. Julian lay still and looked up her, awed by her beauty, his eyes filled with lust and love. Maddy twisted around and pulled his pants free. He kicked off his shoes and Maddy maltepe escort tore off his socks. Her hands roamed over his muscular, lithe chest, kneading his smooth skin. Looking down into his eyes, and never pausing in her gentle love making, Maddy pulled the lace work free. Easing the corset off her body, she leaned down and kissed him, purring into his mouth as he suddenly thrust in deep. Her hands remained busy as she worked at the buttons on her blouse. Julian moved his hands to her hips, rubbing her tender waist and reached behind her to find the zipper to her skirt.

It was an awkward procedure. The length of the skirt bunched up around her waist and her constant rocking made the simple unzipping difficult at best. She watched with an amused smirk until he pulled it completely free and tossed the garment aside. He reached up and placed the palms of his hands upon her chest right over her breasts and pushed gently pushed the blouse off her shoulders. She shrugged it off completely.

Totally naked now except for her boots, Julian looked over the woman that road on top of him and she looked down at the sinewy body of her lover. The brilliant lightning combined with the soft glow of the candles to ignite their bodies in teasing glimpses of intensities.

Julian’s hands found the warm, firm globes her small, perfect breasts and massaged them gently.

”Oh, Julian,” she moaned as he played with her tits, rubbing her rock-hard nipples. “God yes, Julian.”

Julian pulled her down, mashing her tits against his chest. He always loved the feel of her firm yet tender breasts against his bare chest. Kissing her again, he ran one hand along her hip and around her ass before rolling her onto her back once more. He pushed himself slightly off of her and looked into her dark eyes.

”Fuck me, Julian,” she whispered. “Please fuck me.”

”You don’t have to ask,” he whispered back and smiled. “You have to beg.”

She glared at him, trying to keep the corners of her mouth straight. “Fuck me, Julian. Come on you son-of-a-bitch, I said fuck me.” She started twisting beneath him, fighting to get free. “If you don’t, I’ll find someone who can.”

”You aren’t going nowhere, little whore,” Julian hissed at her at a crash of thunder rang through the room. He sneaked his arms under her shoulders and forced her against him. Maddy moaned, but still thrashed about and tried to force her thighs shut while she pounded on his back and shoulders. Shifting his hips forward, Julian forced his cock in as deep as he could and pressed his lips against hers.

Maddy resisted at first, until he started to rock in and out of her enflamed cunt in short thrusts. Her pounding settled into to patting, then caressing as she pulled down on his back, trying to force all of his body into hers.

Julian groaned as started thrusting into her harder, his tempo gaining speed. He could feel the muscles of her cunt expand and contract around his hard cock as he fucked her. Their grunts and moans mingled with the sounds of the wind and rain outside. Despite the chill, their bodies were bathed in sweat as Julian fucked her as hard and fast as he could.

”Oh god yes,” Maddy screamed. “Fuck me Julian. Fuck me.”

”Yes,” Julian groaned back. “So fucking good. You feel so good around me.”

”Please,” she whimpered. “Cum in me. I’m going to cum. Cum in me.”

”Fuck yes.” Julian pounded in her with all the strength he could.

”Yessss. Fuck. Cum in me. I’m going to cum. Fuck. Cumming. Cum in me. I’m CUMMING!”

Julian felt her cunt spasm around with cock with more intensity then he had ever felt before. Bellowing, unable to force his brain to form words, he rammed into her quivering cunt as his balls exploded. His cum erupted into her drenched hole as her entire body continued to quake beneath him.

Exhausted and panting, he collapsed his weight on top of her even as she twitched and spasmed. Her felt her orgasm continue long after he was spent and his cock began to soften. Kissing her cheek he rolled his weight off of her. She kept her arms around him and kissed his lips softly as she purred in his mouth.

*****

Julian awoke and looked around the dimly lit room before he recalled where he was. The storm outside seemed to have passed, though the wind still blew with a constant whipping. Looking to his watch he realized that he had only dozed for a couple of hours. He smiled to himself and closed his eyes. They had made love again when they regained their breaths, mad, ferocious sex to feed their appetites, only to fall asleep in one another’s arms.

Julian’s eyes opened wide as he looked at the empty spot beside him. All of her clothes were gone.

”Maddy?” he called out softly as he climbed to his feet. He shivered in the cool night air. The electricity of the storm still tingled his skin. He quickly threw on his clothes and picked up a candle before wandering into the hall. “Maddy?”

He had been in the house many times in his more daring youth, and a few times recently as he prepared for this night. But it was always in the light of day. The house seemed immense to him then. In the darkness, wrapped in the aftermath of a powerful storm, it seemed infinite. Julian moved slowly, peering into all the corners, constantly looking over his shoulder. He excepted Maddy to be hiding in wait, prepared to jump out at any moment in vengeance of his early actions.

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With a thud, Jack found himself on a nearby couch nestled in the corner. Surrounded by thrashing bodies, Jack’s cock began to harden through his jeans. His eyes took in the scene of a woman being violently taken from the behind while leaning on a nearby table. He shifted in his seat, being at a swingers club was new for him. Jack’s palms began to become damp, he was more fearful than excited by the scene.

He wasn’t always so sheepish. In fact as a young boy he was very charismatic. People would flock to him because of the confidence he exuded. Now at age 34, the young blond haired male had little to show for it. Jack stood average height with a slender build. His blue eyes weren’t a vibrant, a reflection of his dying marriage. He sighed glancing up from his clammy hands to the various couples around the room.

He dialed into the scene. Creating stories of the lovers that kept him occupied and grounded into his seat. His mind wondered and he couldn’t notice the manicured hands massaging his shoulders. “You look so tense.” She called out from behind him. Jack stiffened up once it registered with him what was happening. She massaged deeper into his flesh with circular motions. Jack’s heart began to race as she spoke into his ear, “I bet I can even you out.” Her tongue tracing the formation of his right ear. Jack clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to moan. Her soft lips began to nibble his ear lobe. “Mmmm.” he let out.

“Do you wanna play a game with me” she asked leaving smooth kisses along his neck.

“O-okay.” Jack’s answer was fragile and full with unsureness.

“I’m going to venture my hands down your body,” she began to explain “I’ll ask you ‘are you nervous?'” And if you say ‘no’ I’ll continue but if you say ‘yes’ I’ll stop.” she began to suck on the sensitive flesh of his neck. Jack nodded in agreement to her game. He spread his legs open as if inviting her to relieve him of his sexual frustration.

Her hands slipped from his neck to the cotton fabric of his sweater. “Are you nervous?” Her question was met by a shake of his head. She went further to the reaches of his naval but Jack refused to give in. Her tongue slowly circulating on a small area of his neck. Her kartal escort hands retreated from his body. “But I didn’t say ‘yes’.” Jack announced without looking back for his seductress. From the corner of his eyes Jack could see the full figured woman strolling over from behind the couch. The mocha skinned woman stood an inch away from him. Jack’s eyes widened in horror of the busty full figured woman.

“No this …this isn’t happening.” his words came out shuffled as he took in the real image of the beauty. Her full lips curved into a smile. She was dressed in a pencil skirt with a white see through blouse. Her hershey kiss nipples poking through the fabric. She began to unbutton the garment, much to Jack’s desire. She stood in front of him, her high heels helping to tower over him. She began to kneel, wedging herself between his legs. Her hands reached out to his waist and began to caress them. “Are you nervous?” She asked biting the bottom of her lip. Jacks hands moved swiftly over his eyes and then grabbed at his hair. With no answer she moved to his thighs. Her hands began to massage the area, she looked up for his answer. Jacks heart began to pound out of his chest. This was not his intention when he came. With a short shrug she began to undo the buttons of his pants. His cock rose eagerly from the confines of his jeans. Jack’s veins on his cock shown bright in comparison to his pale skin. The young woman looked in awe at his manhood.

“I hope it taste as good as it looks.” She announced before lowering her mouth on the precum covered head. Jack clutched the material of the couch. With every flick of her tongue he felt his orgasm nearing. She had bobbed her head twice before a hot stream of man fluid shot into her mouth. Jack grunted, his orgasm coming quickly and washed over him with embarrassment. Once the fluid was completely in her mouth she leaned up. Jack watched as she swallowed it fully. When the last bit was licked from her lips she rose to her feet and disappeared into the crowd. Jack leaned forward and rested his face in his hands.

******

It had been a week since Jack had attended the swingers party. kaynarca escort He was stumbling in the hallway of the hospital. His eyes positioned downward, counting the tiles that went pass. “Dr. Conway please head to the staff room, Dr. Conway.” The speech sounded along the hall from the speaker. He was directed to the staff room.

Jack made his way to the staff room at the end of the hall. He opened the door slowly to reveal the head doctor on call. “Ahh Jack you’ve made it,” Dr. turner announced “Please meet our new doctor of psychiatric medicine.” Dr. Turner motioned for the person to come from beyond the door leading to the lockers. Jack eyes widened, before him she stood in a white coat. The same woman who had serviced him many nights before was emerging from the other room. He stared at the lush lips that had gave him so much joy many nights ago. “This is Doctor -.”

“Hi I’m Doctor Maureen Collins”, she announced “FRIENDS call me Momo.” A wicked grin appeared on her full lips.

“And this is Jack Conway, we are all going to be friends here.” Dr. Turner announced before leaving the room. Maureen kept a small smile on as he exited the door. She walked to the door, gliding her hand over Jack’s crotch as she did so. She twisted the handle to the locked position for safe measure.. Jack stayed stiff as she walked passed him back to where a table stood.

“This is bad,” he announced “we have to follow protocol on this.” Jack began to ramble, going through multiple scenarios. But none were going to be as tantalizing as she was envisioning. Maureen leaned against the table and began to undo her blouse. She moved her shirt open to reveal her lilac bra. It fell to the floor quickly as she undid the front latch. The sound of the garment hitting the floor drew his attention. She locked eyes with him and began to hike her skirt up.

“I’ve already tasted you,” she began to scoot on to the table spreading her legs “now come and taste me.” One olive covered fingernail drifted from the curve of her hip to the moist folds of her cunt. Jack motioned towards her and then jutted back.

“No..I can’t,” he announced before an kozyatağı escort uneasy look took over his face. She looked at him puzzled before making her way off the table. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” he turned from embarrassment “I don’t know how..to do…that stuff.” She looked to him from the corner of her eyes. Maureen placed both hands on the table and stuck her ass out for him.

“I don’t have time to teach you,” her words encouraged him to face her again “so I guess you’ll have to stick it in.” Her words came off as playful and inviting. Jack stumbled to her, it had been a long time since he had entered a woman. He was estranged from his wife of 10 years. He looked to the gold band on his left hand and then to her wet pussy. His hands made quick work of his buckle, button and zipper. He held his girth in his hand, massaging the smooth skin. A pinch of worry cascading over his face. Smack! Her hands collided against the chocolate skin of her bottom.

“See…you won’t hurt me.” She teased. With her words, he crept in her. Moving his cock deeper in her as if gliding pass enemy lines. Maureen moaned softly. Her breast rocking with every thrust he pushed inside of her. Jack became more fluid in his movement. What started off as inconsistent rocky thrust became more confident and smooth. Maureen’s ass clapped against his thighs. He paused shortly, noticing a familiar tingle in the base of his cock. Maureen giggled as she looked back at him. “Fuck me Jacky,” she begged “we’ll work on your stamina.” Jack nodded and began to push deep inside of her. Maureen gasped and held on to the table. His cock began stabbing deep within her slick womb. He reached to her hair and began to tug at her strands. Maureen smiled slyly, his grasp set a fire inside of her.

He winced, that urge starting up again. Jack knew he only had a few strokes left before he busted. He reached down to spread her cheeks apart, his cock pistoning in and out of her eager pussy was enough to set him off. Her pussy’s juices were producing a coat on his cock. “Fuck.” Jack growled loudly as he came deep within her. Maureen moaned into the surface of the table. Her hips still rocking on his stiff manhood until it began to soften. Jack backed away, pulling his cock from her juicy insides. A thick cloud of cum spilling from her pussy and on to the tiled floor.

“Mmm Jacky,” she purred resting her sprawled body on the table “how does reclaiming your manhood feel?” Jack smirked as he gripped the waistband of his pants. His wetted cock clinging to the side of his leg.

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