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New Friends in the City

This picks up where Hartstein ends, it’s a year later, and Paul is working with the editors on the finalization of his novel. Carol is no longer the leading editor working with Paul and it seemed that each day brought someone new into play as the many details of finalizing a novel before publication begin to overwhelm him. But he was buoyed by the fact that he now had a publication date and his world was spinning faster and faster with each passing day.

The work and its many ramifications compelled Paul Hartstein to move to the city where he wound up sharing an apartment with Miles David, a teammate of Paul’s at Connecticut, who had a brief stint with the New York Football Giants and was currently a sportscaster with one of New York City’s television stations.

In the spare time Paul had available, he hung with Miles and his girlfriend, Jade whom Paul considered a sexual minx, but managed to keep his hands and other body parts off of.

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Please Don’t Tell was a smallish but dark and cozy cocktail lounge on St. Mark’s Place which Paul accessed by walking through a telephone booth in the adjacent Crif Dogs establishment next door. He never failed to be amused by this corny ploy, but had to admit it was a near perfect hide-away in a city that had a million and one ways of garnering one’s interest.

He stood just inside the entrance until his eyes adjusted to the darkness then spotted Miles and Jade off to his left. He waved to them and asked a passing waiter to bring him a chair, which was the bar’s policy, i.e., fitting three or four at a table for two.

“Jade, Miles … how’s it going?” he said for openers.

“Hi Paul, we’re good, and you?” Jade replied wide a wide-mouthed smile.

Paul often imagined her mouth around his dick when masturbating, but had never made a move on her partly out of respect for his roomie, and partly because she never gave him reason to think she’d be receptive to any overtures on his part.

“Better than I deserve,” he responded good naturedly, as another couple sat down at a nearby table. It took a second or two before he recognized them.

“Reece?” Paul asked. “What the hell are you guys doing here?”

“Us? We live like three blocks away. Have you finished massaging your novel? I mean, no one’s contacted me about the printing, (Reece owned the printing company that would be running copies of Paul’s first novel when it was deemed ready to go to press.) or any of that bullshit.”

Jade smiled knowingly at Reece’s date, who she did not know. Miles nodded sagely at the other man but said nothing.

Paul brought Reece up to date on his book’s publication status, and then signaled a waitress over to bring them all a round of drinks. Reece introduced his companion, a petite brunette with beguiling doe-like eyes, smallish breasts and lovely legs, as Toni the Wop.”

“Come on, Reece, that’s a little gross. You don’t need to get nasty here,” Paul said.

Toni, the center of attention that moment, sat staring at the table and waving her hands over the scarred wood very slowly. Her eyes were glazed over, but there was a faint smile on her face as if she knew a secret no one else at the table did.

She looked up at everyone and grinned. “My last name’s Sporano, not Soprano, but Sporano. Reece thinks I’m related to a fictional character on HBO. I can’t convince him otherwise, or at least he refuses to accept it, preferring the fictional me to the real me.”

“Hey, no wait a minute. The real you gives great head, the fictional one no so much,” Reece said too much laughter from the others at the table, including Toni.

“We’re like totally high,” Toni said and laughed.

“Yeah, we’re like burning off our buzz, and then we’ll go home and fuck like rabbit’s,” Reece added.

The drinks came and everyone stopped talking for a minute, then Jade spoke up. There was mischief in her sparkling eyes as she teasingly goaded Miles to regale the others with his mother—daughter story.

“You think?” he said.

“Oh yeah … they’ll love it. It’s so you, baby!”

That settled matters on the subject and Miles began his story.

“I was exactly in the middle, equally too old for one and too young for the other and when we were out in public we felt almost like family.”

“Did you act like family?” Reece inquired lewdly.

“Naw,” Miles answered. “The three of us laughed too loudly and drank too much.”

“Wait,” Paul said, obviously interested in this turn of events and seeing story potential in it. “Which one did you start with first?”

“That’s complicated,” Miles answered. But of course that wasn’t true at all. The only complication was explaining the truth without giving anything away. They might be friends, but when it came to that story, they only needed to hear so much.

“Anyway, we wound up back at their place, there was some groping in the vestibule with both of them, and I do recall swapping spit with the daughter zeytin ağacı izle there as well and that led to a shower that left us struggling to stand. But a little while after that the mother was squeezing my dick as we tried out some torrid kisses while the daughter was drying her hair.

“And so it went, week after week, for several months, making it with both of them, sneaking, quietly hiding, and telling outright lies, I still had no idea if the one knew about the other. When the end came it was simpler, but no less ambiguous. The daughter got a boyfriend, the mother a girlfriend and our secret meetings dissolved to occasional emails.

“Never a word, and never an honest moment.”

“Come on, you have to give us more than that,” Toni said breathlessly, pushing a shot of tequila towards him. Paul thought she was highly aroused by the story and filed that away for future reference.

Miles laughed and glanced down at his phone, pretending to be busy as he opened and read the text once more. Mom and I are single again. When are you coming back? ________________________________________

Reece looked questioningly at his partner, Toni, who nodded affirmatively. “Um, hey you guys, we … umm, we’re having a little get together at our place …”

“It’s gonna be a great fucking party, guys,” Toni added, “and we’d love for you to come. We moved in last month and it’s a totally killer pad. We have three bedrooms and a huge living room on the second floor over on 12th Street. Tomorrow at say nineish?”

And that was that.

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The following night Paul found Reece’s new apartment awesome. It was full of furniture, real furniture not the pseudo junk most twenty-something’s had, and there was real art on the walls, and beds with actual frames. It was the first full blown party Paul had been too since his college days-dozens of people were lounging around with drinks in their hands, and music was blaring from giant speakers set up in all four corners of the huge open room that looked out onto a slice of Abingdon Square.

Toni spotted Paul almost as soon as he walked into the apartment and gave him a big hug, making sure to rub her breasts against his chest long enough for him to appreciate their fullness.

“No date, Paul?”

“No, I thought that …”

“Well we have an abundance of gorgeous women here. Look around, find one that’s stag and do your best to impress. Have a seat over there,” she pointed to a group of three girls sitting on the floor around a fourth who was camped in the middle seated on a hassock.

“But get yourself a drink first. See the bar over there?” Toni pointed again, this time to the far side of the room near an archway that led to another room, most likely a bedroom.

He made his way across the room and a cute girl in cargo pants and a tank top handed him a gin and tonic. Paul figured that Reece was probably making good money to throw a bash like this and that was just fine with him. After months of cheap beer and he was perfectly happy with a party that had real glasses and a table with more than three legs.

Drink in hand, Paul meandered over to where the four girls were and found that another guy had gotten there first. He had long hair and seemed to be covered with tattoos. Paul winced mentally, but realized that at a party like this there were more women than men and in this case he was certain there was room for another male, especially since he appeared to be in far better shape than the tattooed man now looking at him.

All four of the girls were attractive. Three of them wore short dresses, designed to show off their legs; the fourth had auburn colored hair and wore a pair of skin-tight yoga pants and might as well have been nude as far as Paul was concerned, for when she pivoted around on the hassock to meet his eyes, he noted the prominent camel-toe before raising his eyes enough to take in her breasts and face.

“Hi, I’m Paul, a friend of Reece and Toni.”

Since he was still looking at her, the girl in the yogi-pants introduced herself: “Hi to you too. I’m Marti, and this is Callie,” she pointed at a lithe dirty blonde with jiggly breasts and no bra, who giggled by way of acknowledging him. “And Gina,” a dark haired Italian beauty with large breasts and lovely legs, who smiled at him and said: “A pleasure I’m sure.”

“And last, but not least is Nadine.” Paul noted that Nadine was the most attractive of the group, a blonde with a nice figure who waved a big engagement ring on her finger at him by way of greeting.

“Yeah, and I’m Damon,” the tattooed man said as he handed Paul a huge bong from which he took a small hit before passing it back around and settling into a spot on the floor from which he had a good view of Marti’s camel-toe.

“We’re discussing bondage and the like,” Callie said as the others all looked at him expectantly, and Paul realized he had sat down in the middle of a conversation.

“Bondage?” the terminal list izle Paul said, repeating the blonde.

“Yeah,” said Marti, “We’re curious, you know? Like if you’ve tried it, how did it go? Like what did you do and stuff like that.”

Paul watched the other girls in the group laugh or look down.

Damon spoke up, “That’s just Marti teasing Callie, ’cause she claims her boyfriend, Drew is … what is it she said, Marti?”

Marti laughed and replied: “Adventurous in bed, you now? So what do you think?”

Her eyes were challenging him when he met them.

“I think I’m smart enough to stay out of this conversation,” Paul replied, to derisive tittering from the women seated near him.

“Well that’s the nice, safe, boring answer,” Callie chided. “So you’re not going to tell us what you think?”

Paul decided to take the bait and said so. “You’re talking bondage, but I’m wondering if you really know anything about it. You know, from having practiced it.”

“We’re asking you for your opinion. You’re trying to turn the tables on us,” Marti snapped back at him.

“All right,” Paul said with a smile, “I think it depends on the woman. Some would never do it, some put up with it for their partner, and some are really into it.”

This evoked a soft but prolonged ‘Ohhhh,’ from the girls. Then Nadine, the blonde with the big engagement ring said with dripping sarcasm, “And I suppose you have the magic touch to make them enjoy it?”

Paul bristled at that and replied frostily, “Hey, they’ve surveyed plenty of women about this, like everything else. So what I’m saying is backed up by that.”

“But what about you?” Callie asked with arched eyebrows.

“When did this become a discussion of my sex life?”

“Hello?” Marti chirped. “Is there any red blood in there? You’ve got a group of women talking about sex with you, and you’re backing down?

“Okay,” Paul said raising his voice for the first time. “I know they can enjoy it from firsthand experience, all right?”

“An honest answer!” Callie yelled triumphantly as she twisted her torso and unintentionally put her camel-toe directly in Paul’s line of vision.

“I’m not going to kiss and tell, but I know at least two women that had extremely powerful, orgasms that way.”

“And you’re so sure about that? I mean that they wanted it?” Marti again.

“When you’re asked to allow them to bind your wrists to the bed while they enjoy themselves with your body-yes, they wanted it.”

“But that’s not saying anything about them, or she … I’m not clear if this was just a multiple time thing or if two women were there just one time,” Callie said as she rubbed her left wrist with her right hand.

“Let me make it clear then,” Paul said. “After they had their fun with me, I got to tie them up-one at a time then the unencumbered lady and I pleasured the bound one, tormenting her in various ways, but culminating in a mind-boggling orgasm in each instance.

Everyone was staring at him. Paul wasn’t sure if they thought he was bullshitting them or if he’d ventured into some kind of forbidden territory. Damon, the tattooed guy, looked like he wanted to call Paul out as a liar, but couldn’t quite bring himself to do it since all the girls were hanging on his every word.

“That was fairly recent, back in college there was a girl who-we’d already shared bed several times-wanted me to tie her up.”

“She wanted you too …” Marti said, but didn’t finish the sentence.

“Tie her up-to the bed posts,” Paul said, finishing the sentence for her.

“What did you tie her up with?” Damon asked.

“What do you think, Damon?” “It wasn’t professional or anything. I mean we usually used a scarf or a tie or something. Occasionally my belt, I guess. How did this come up?” Paul asked.

“Wait, you tied your girlfriend up with a belt? Then what did you do?” This from Gina, the dark haired Italian with large breasts spoke up for the first time. She had shifted position and was so close to Paul that he wasn’t sure if she was going to continue talking or try to kiss him.

“You know…” he said, nodding his head delaying conversation until he knew what she was going to do.

He found out soon enough.

“What does that mean?” Gina asked. “‘You know?’ I don’t know! You tied her up, and then what?”

He realized that she was most probably near-sighted, or not wearing her contacts. He decided to be direct and spoke frankly. “It means that we fucked! Oh, there would be a slight struggle as she tried to fight me off-that was part of her thing-I mean her rape fantasy. But we fucked until we both finished and then I untied her and we’d take a shower, and then fuck again like normal people.”

“I used to sit on this guy’s face.”

All eyes turned to the girl next to Gina. It was Joey Mangum’s date, a good-looking blonde named Nadine. She had blurted it out so quickly Paul almost wasn’t sure the traitors izle he’d heard it, but from the surprised look on everyone’s faces she obviously had. Then she turned such a bright red it was almost shocking.

“He begged me for it. I didn’t tie him up or anything, but he would lie on the bed and I’d just sit on him. Sometime we did it for like an hour.” She looked down at the floor, fingers tugging on the hem of her dress. “And he would …” she made a gesture with two fingers and her tongue. Her expression seemed to move into something closer to fond reminiscing.

“Was this before or after actual sex?” Marti asked. “I mean was he like, going to town after you two already did it?”

Paul breathed a sigh of relief. He was no longer the center of attention, and it seemed all the women were aroused or becoming aroused by Nadine’s frank admission. He glanced at Damon and noted the protrusion in his slacks and had to smile. It was as if magic excelsior had been spilled into everyone’s drink making them all horny.

He was abruptly brought back to the present on hearing Nadine talking again.

“No! There was no sex. I mean, that was kind of sex, but he didn’t want anything else. It was all that we ever did. I’d go over to his place and he’d just lie down on the bed or the floor. Sometimes I wouldn’t even take my clothes off. I’d just lift up my skirt and kneel over him. He would start to whimper when I got close, and then he’d just lick me until I came or got bored.”

“He didn’t want to do you in the ass? Men always think women want that, and they never do,” Callie offered.

“No, he never penetrated me at all. He never mentioned anal-for that matter he never mentioned vaginal either.

“He was happy to lick me. Once I wanted to see how long he would go, and it lasted for nearly two hours. I came like six times, but it was me that called it off. I finally rolled over and lay there next to him. I remember asking if he wanted to fuck me that time, but he just smiled and said as long as he was making me happy, he was happy. It was sweet even if it was super weird.”

“And you broke up with him?” Damon asked, while Paul was thinking the same thing.

“Well there are times when a girl needs a nice dick inside her,” Nadine said plaintively.

Her words appeared to rip similar admissions from the other girls present.

Marti -“I totally need to get laid.”

Gina -“Seriously. I haven’t had sex in like a month.”

Callie-“It’s been weeks for me.”

“How ’bout you, Paul? When was the last time you got laid?” Marti, as usual was direct.

“You really want to know?” he replied.

“Wouldn’t have asked otherwise,” she answered.

“About ten last night,” he said matter-of-factly.

“What! You’re shitting me!” she bleated, and then confessed, “No-no you’re not. Fuck! Double fuck! I’m going into the other room to see if any cute guys have showed up. This is bullshit.”

She got up and left as Damon adjusted his ‘package’ and stood up intent on following Marti to the other room.

The other girls remained seated around Paul, apparently expecting that more juicy secrets would be divulged. They talked, shared a joint or two and sipped drinks for a while, laughing about nothing in particular, and the party got louder, quieter, drunker, higher, and more desperate.

An hour or so later Paul got up and left the girls and saw Marti making out with a guy in the kitchen. He rejoined the group just as Damon reappeared to ask Gina if she wanted to join him for a smoke on the fire escape, and that left Paul with Callie and Nadine.

As far as Paul could recall, both Callie and Nadine had arrived with dates which didn’t leave him much leeway in getting laid by either one of them.

Callie ended the brief silence by asking: “Did you really tie that girl up?”

“Yeah,” Paul nodded.

“And she struggled and kicked as you tore off her clothes?”

“Not the first time, but after that … yes.”

Nadine made a soft sound and moved closer to him. Callie winked at him-twice actually to ensure he noticed.

Paul winked back and let his hand brush Nadine’s bare leg, but rather than move it away she left it in place. Her other foot was pulled up beneath her, but this one was almost on his lap, and then with a subtle, but swift movement, she placed his hand on the inside of her thigh and stared into his eyes until he resumed talking.

“One time she told me to grab her in the hallway. She said she didn’t even want to know it was me when I pulled her into my room. I was scared someone would see us, but it didn’t matter at that point. I always did whatever she asked, and there was no way I was going to back out. I waited until she was almost at my door before I grabbed her.”

Nadine moved his hand further up her thigh until Paul’s fingers were just where she wanted them. He looked at her in surprise when she pressed his hand against her wet pussy-no undies-and closed her legs around him, holding him in place.

“Cozy, huh?” Callie snickered, and began lightly rubbed her fingers over her camel-toe.

Paul froze, wondering how far he was going to be allowed to go.

“Keep going,” Nadine whispered.

“Umm, you mean the story?”

“Of course, darling. I love listening to your voice. Don’t you, Callie?”

“Mmmm, oh yes, yes I do.”

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Its your birthday tomorrow and oh how sensitive you can be about that, you’ve been pouting all day and don’t even think I notice. The occasional cupboard gets banged shut with more force than usual, a little bit of foot stomping is going on. I know better than to broach the subject, I so don’t want to get my head chewed off today!

My feeble attempts at reassurance go unheard, your in a mood and I’m not going to push it. Topic closed, mouth shut don’t push your luck kiddo)) Tip toeing around the house that night, scared I may be eaten alive, I start to worry about just how bad you seem to feel about this and wonder if there is anything I can do at all to make you feel just a little better tomorrow. A party?? Are you kidding he’ll kill me!! Dinner out??? no, too clichéd, how bout a kick in that sweet butt for being such a grump, nice thought but doesn’t solve the problem.

Standing under the shower an Idea starts to form and I start to get excited, I know you boy, I know what will get you happy, get you really smiling, feeling good even on your birthday.

We wake in the morning and as expected the dreaded B’day gloom is written all over your face, I kiss you gently and look at you for a sign. Am I allowed to say it?? (Happy Birthday), clearly your look says no. Like a small child who didn’t get the last lolly, you stomp off to the shower and get ready for your day at navy. You break my heart the way you do this to yourself, I want to change it get you feeling good today, really good!!

List written, dressed and ready to go, I’m a woman on a mission, and I giggle to myself as I walk out the door. Boy if you ain’t smiling by the end of the day I’m going to start believing in the Easter bunny and Santa Claus. Cause right now I’m sure as hell smiling at the thought of the evening ahead, who’s going to enjoy this more?, you or me!!

I zip from place to place, buying this, buying that, my look of excitement must be obvious to all and sundry, I’m getting some pretty enquiring stares I must confess. Occasionally I blush, as my intentions must be obvious and I feel naked already!!

My purchasing done, I head home to set the scene you will be home in less than an hour now. Have I really shopped and propped for that long today?? Oh yes! I can do that and well!!

Showered, ready and wearing your favourite perfume I start to get nervous, can I pull this off, or will you go running into the street laughing. Ah well, has to be better than moping about with your tail wedged between your legs. And when your grumpy your really grumpy, like a tantruming little boy with his hands curled into fists, but I cant help but love you even then.

I hear you pull into the drive, apprehension and excitement reigns, I shriek and start to put my plan into action.

The key works in the door, and you open it, and call out to me are you here?? Is something wrong?? You’ve obviously read my note posted on the door PLEASE DO NOT TURN THE LIGHTS ON INSIDE, FAULTY!!

On the floor in front of you see the arrows in luminous paper leading somewhere, but where?? You tentatively follow them. In the distance I here you saying” Oh god what are you up to this time!!” I do believe I hear a smile in that the peripheral izle voice and I giggle. At the end of these arrows there is a chair before you in the dark and in luminous pen is written, please take your clothes off and sit. You do and your laughing and saying “Oh Man!!” Oh I’m so happy, already.

I sneak up behind you not saying a word, placing a silk blind fold around your eyes. You go to turn around and I command that you don’t, saying “just sit and do as your told big boy,” you laugh again. I tie your hands behind you securely, but not uncomfortably. “You little sh… you say”

“shhhh” I reply “I’m busy.” Next I tie your feet to the chair, you look so helpless but so happy, I’m sure your mind is going wild, but you aint seen nothing yet my darlin, I’m not finished with you!! and I bend to your ear whispering just that, you roar with laughter.

I put some music on something sultry, sexy, and totally over the top!! The music starts and I turn it up, you laugh hysterically and cry ” Oh my god not Barry White!! No,!! I’m being tortured to an early grave!!” And I slink up to you and whisper “ohhh yes baby I’m gonna torture but no ones gonna die believe me.”

First I spread your knees a little, run my foot gently down your thigh, I place it back on the floor.” What am I wearing honey??” I ask,” stilettos” you say,” and what colour are they honey??” black you guess, “ohhhh yes” I reply, “they are black”

” I do believe I see you licking your lips are you hungry sweety?,”

“Ohhh yes you say” and laugh again.

Next I walk slowly behind you, feathering my hair all over your back, I blow on your neck, over your ear, rub my cheek on your head. I whisper” what perfume do I have on baby,”

“Red” you say, “that’s right” I respond” you’re a good boy aren’t you”:)

Next I slide across you knee, straddling you, I take your face in my hands and kiss you passionately, my breasts pushed up against you, your tongue responding to mine. I then stand in front of you and kiss you from head to toe. careful not to touch anything tooooo sensitive!!

After about 5 minutes I stand and in a sultry voice I ask” what am I wearing??, Would you like to know??” And I laugh playfully, Barry White still doing his Ooooooh ahhhhh routine in the background, “Ohhhhhh yes” you say,” please tell me.”

“Cant do that” want to teach you brail” I say giggling. It’s the only way your going to find out big guy.” I reach behind you and undo the ties on your hands, but order you only to follow my instructions. “Yes mammm” you say “good boy I whisper.”

I place my foot between you legs again on the chair,” run your hand from my feet to my thighs” I command in a cheeky tone, and you do, slowly running your fingers along my leg right up to the top….”What am I wearing?” I ask, “silk stockings and garters” you reply.

I stand over you my legs spread, whispering to you “feel my body now please and tell me what I have on.” You run both hands over my torso, studying the fine details with you fingers, laughing softly as you go. After a few minutes I ask “so what’s the verdict sunshine??,”

“Corset with lace tie front” you reply, the recruit izle proclaiming” Ohhh your just too much!!” I giggle at that and say ohhhh you aint seen nothing yet my boy.

I turn around and stand away from you and bend over,” put your hands on my butt darlin” I command, and you do.” Feel me please tell me what I have on.” I feel your hands caress me running around my butt, over my back running your fingers along the lace around my knickers. I feel you run your hands in between my legs I’m swaying in time to the music.” OMG” you exclaim there’s no crutch!! and you roar with laughter, and what else I ask, you return to your task with enthusiasm. And put your fingers inside wear the crutch should be,” you have no hair”!!” really” I ask again cheekily” where did it all go???” Arghhhhhh you cry, I laugh as you’ve been asking me to do this for sooo long.

Greedily you try to probe more, I slap your hand and say “naughty boy, you do as I say.” You pout and sulk but its all pretend, you are containing your laughter.

Noticing you are getting hard I ask you” what’s happening to tiger sweety, is he excited by something??,”

“Oh yes he is, now get your butt back here and let me feel how smooth you are.”

“Not yet my sweet, not yet” I whisper.

As you sit there I remove my bodice, undress down to my very naughty knickers and push up bra, my nipples perched over the edge, now very hard with anticipation, I rub some very tasty chocolate sauce onto them, and sit on your knee. “Are you hungry baby I whisper,” you cant even answer now you are laughing too much.

I stand and place your face in between my breasts, your hands greedily reaching up to touch me and I push them away. I turn a little and gently place my chocolate covered nipple on your lips, you start to lick it off, almost frenzied such is the level of your desire at this stage.

As you do this I lightly but teasingly rub my newly smooth wetness on you, just taunting’ sometimes allowing you to enter me a little, but generally just softly stroking you with my moistened lips. After a few minutes I bend and kiss you and say” hunny I’m hungry do you have anything for me to eat??” Such a naughty voice, such a tease, I’m loving it, and so, apparently are you:)

I slide down in between your legs and slowly apply some sauce to the length of you, you can see nothing, but oh I think you can feel a lot. I begin to lick the chocolate from you, wrapping my tongue around you, so I can taste it all. I treat you like an all day sucker and Ohh I’m sure you wish you were one.

Licking, sucking, devouring you now,you can hardly sit still, and I suck so passionately your breathing is rapid, small moans now escaping from your mouth. I continue this for five or so minutes and I know from how hot your are becoming under my tongue, you cant take any more. Slowly I stand undo the ties on your feet and take your hand, ask you to come with me.

We walk through to the lounge area and I ask you to stand just for a moment, I turn the dimmed lights on and get prepared, and ask you to remove your blind fold.

Before you I lie seductively on the table, bow on my belly, My hair the rig izle between my legs carefully shaved into the shape of a heart and dyed red, the words “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY” written above in red icing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile so wide and I’m both exhilarated and touched deep within.

Quickly you move to join me, kneeling beside me on the table. You look at me closely, a wanton look in your eye, you part my legs with your fingers, to look at me. I’m smooth, smooth as silk and you can see clearly how excited I am, my wetness glistening on my lips, you begin to touch me.

You seem fascinated, sooo smooth, soo open for you. You run your flat hand back and forward over my mound and moan. Before long you are on your knees and between my legs, running your tongue around me, letting it just roll over my silkiness’, then inside. You don’t take long before you are licking, sucking biting me gently but feverishly. My new look sending you into a frenzy!! And we do like that!!

My physical pleasure at the feel of your tongue on my skin soo intense, its not long before I have to stop you and beg you to put your self inside of me. But like the woman I am I say to you “as its your birthday honey your wish is my command.” And without words, you take my hand and pull me toward the edge of the table and stand between my legs looking down at me again.

Pressing your self up to me my legs spread apart and perched on two chairs we embrace. Arms entwined we kiss passionately, your hand wondering to caress me, finger me, rub me. After two or three minutes you take your hand away, come closer and ease your self up into me. Ohhh god you always feel so good.

Slowly we begin you move, you slide in and out of me with ease. I am sooo wet for you, I lean back a little and place my hands on the table behind me. My breasts now smeared in chocolate, you lower you face and greedily devour my right nipple, as you move faster and faster inside of me. I tighten around you each time to heighten your sensation and feel you harden more inside of me. I just love to have you this way, you feel so deep. I lower my pelvis off the edge of the table to tilt my self a little, I know you love this it strokes you so well.

Gently you lower me down onto my back and pull me forward to you, and begin to enter me so deep and fast, the pleasure for both of us so intense. I watch you as you gaze intently at how you enter me, this new look sending you wild.

I reach down and start to play with my clit in front of you, stop to caress you between my fingers as you go in and out, this heightens you immensely and you are thrusting so fast now, I am writhing in shear pleasure, and stroking my self with the same rhythm.

After maybe five minutes I’m not sure, as I’m lost in the moment, I feel that warmth build in my belly and I start to orgasm over and over as you watch and within seconds I feel you explode within me too, your fluid gushing into me, so warm, sooo nice.

Exhausted and satisfied you lie onto me on the table, I wrap my legs around your waist and we lie without words until we catch our breathe

Looking at me intently, and with a wonderful smile, I bring your face to mine kiss you sweetly and say “Happy Birthday Baby.” You rest your head on my chest again, no more scowl, no more worry just a contented smile and you hold onto me tight. I feel so happy to see that.

And after we have showered together, just wait until you see the meal I have prepared!! the night is not over yet!! Ohhh no not by a long shot!!

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“Holiday shopping sucks ass.” Mandy complained. She was at her forth store in the mall and still hadn’t found anything for the one person she loved the most. Her boyfriend was already a tough person to shop for but add the fact that it was Christmas Eve and she was about to go out of her mind. Luckily, he was working today so she had plenty of time to track down that perfect gift.

To make matters worse she had made the mistake of dressing her sexiest thinking she would be done with enough time to attend a holiday party she had been invited to. Her high heels, stockings, long skirt with slit up on leg and low cut open front blouse were perfect for attracting the horny stares of men and women but lousy for shopping for gifts. The party had already started without her, her feet hurt so much she had taken off the shoes to walk the mall barefoot and she gotten so many dirty looks from soccer moms with little ones in tow she was about to fly off the handle and punch someone.

She would have had a gift for him already but he had already bought it and then a friend of hers bought her second choice before she could leaving her walking the malls going from shop to shop trying to find something worthwhile. Mandy had started at eight in the morning and now it was four in the afternoon, even though the day was almost over she wasn’t any closer to finding something her boyfriend would like. Going through the categories of things to get him in her mind Mandy wandered around looking at storefronts hoping one of them would have something even close to a good gift. She was getting frustrated and hungry so she made her way to the food court to eat and rest. On her way there, however, she walked by a brand new shop she had never seen before and it gave her the idea for a perfect gift. Her hunger and aching feet took precedent at the moment so she walked by the shop and made a mental note to stop by again after she ate.

Getting in line to the Chinese place she happened to notice a very handsome friend of hers she had not seen in years. She had always been hot for him and the passage of time had done nothing to lessen it. It took him a couple of seconds to notice her but once he did, they locked eyes, traded smiles and then hugged each other tightly.

“Holy shit what are you doing here?” Michael asked her.

“Getting my ass kicked by grandmas and soccer moms, what brings you here?” Mandy kissed his cheek gently. Even though she had a boyfriend she would gladly cheat for a chance to get in the sack with Michael.

“Yeah I know what you mean. I waited till the last second to get a gift for Angie.” He confessed.

“Oh you’re with Angie? How is she these days?” Mandy asked gleeful.

“She’s alright, we’re in a bit of a tough spot right now though. She thinks I’m cheating on her.” He scowled.

“That sucks, what got into her anyway?” Mandy asked disappointed.

“She almost cheated on me. I walked in on them at a party once she was getting her clothes back but they hadn’t done anything. It was over a year ago but she stills goes on and on about it.”

“Wait a minute, she almost cheats on you and she gives you a hard time? What the fuck’s up with that?” Mandy put her hands on her hips and shook her head. It had been a long time since she’d seen Angie but this didn’t sound too out of character for when she was in high school.

“She thinks I’m going to ‘Get her back’ for what she did and she keeps telling me not too.” Michael shrugged. “I don’t know, I love her but I’m at my wit’s end.”

“You thinking of calling it quits?” Mandy asked hopeful.

“I don’t know yet. We’ll see. I’m still trying to find that perfect gift the sandman izle for her but she’s impossible to shop for.”

“Yeah I hear you there. My man is also tough to shop for but I think I found the best place to get him a fantastic gift.”

“Oh man I wish I could have been that lucky.” He told her. They both paused for a moment to order their meals and bump elbows with the rest of the patrons in line, it took several minutes to get their food and find a place to sit.

“So what did you have in mind for your man?” Michael asked her while she chewed a bite of her food.

“Me.” She perked up and smiled when it was polite to do so.

“Huh?” Michael asked perplexed.

“I’m going to buy some sexy lingerie, wrap a body bow around my waist and handcuff and blindfold myself to the bed. He’s been dying to do that to me for the longest and I was always too prudish to try it but now I think I’ll just toss my inhibitions for the sake of the holidays and let him have me how he wants me.” She winked at Michael when she finished, noticing that he was sneaking a peek at her long legs.

“Wow, that sounds hot. I wish Angie was into stuff like that.” He complained.

“Are you serious? I’ve known Angie forever and she’s always been a real wild child.” Mandy asked surprised.

“Yeah she is but she wants to be the one in control all the time. I don’t get to have my way with her without a fight.” Michael took another quick peak at Mandy’s legs. For once she was glad that she had worn something low cut so he could see her cleavage. Just the notion that he was checking her out made her nipples hard and she was certain he could that through her thin top since she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Yeah that sounds like Angie.” She had finished her food and stood up to clean off her tray. Michael had done the same and they started walking together.

“Hey, why don’t you help me out? I’d love a male opinion of what I look best in.” Mandy asked him with a wink and a grin. She realized after she said it that she was trying to seduce Michael. Instead of nervous or ashamed she became hopeful that he would go for it.

“Sure, it’ll be a nice break from holiday shopping. Besides, I’m curious about this shop you told me about so lets see it.”

“Sure, its right here.” Taking Michael’s hand Mandy led him into the lingerie shop eager to find some sexy number to dress in for Michael’s viewing pleasure. They took a couple of turns gazing at the slinky garments, most were either black or red but a few other colors could be seen here and there. The types of clothing on the racks ranged from sensual to fetish and Mandy had a hard time trying to decide what she wanted to try on first. The girl behind the counter was the only other person in the store and Mandy noticed that the girl was watching them both closely, if Mandy didn’t know better she was certain the girl was checking them both out.

“See anything you like?” Mandy asked Michael with a twinkle in her eye.

“Anything I like or anything your boyfriend might like?” he asked her.

“Either.” She smiled coyly. His ear-to-ear tooth filled smile told her she was on the right track. Maybe she should follow this all the way through? Why not? Her boyfriend would never know.

“Sure how about that corset over there.” Michael pointed to a black and red corset hanging on the wall with attached garters and matching thong. Mandy was thrilled she’d had her eye on the same thing for some time now.

“Of course.” Mandy pulled down the corset from its hanger on the wall and walked towards the counter. Her step developed a slight swing that the snow girl izle moved her hips from side to side. The woman behind the counter smiled as she approached and winked once Mandy had reached the counter.

“So is this going to be it or do you want to keep looking?” the blonde girl asked.

“Actually I wanted to try this on to see if it fits.” Mandy pointed towards the dressing room.

“Certainly, the dressing rooms aren’t locked.” The girl behind the counter looked at Michael. “Feel free to help her out, she’ll need someone to tie the corset oh. and try to keep the noise down.” She winked at Michael.

“Don’t worry, he will.” Mandy took his hand and whisked him into the dressing room out of sight.

“What have you got in mind Mandy, spill it.” Michael whispered in her ear.

“Just tie this on me ok?” she winked and started to remove her top. Unashamed she tossed aside her shirt and reached behind her back to unhook her bra but Michael stopped her.

“Let me take care of that.” He said kissing her on the cheek. Mandy couldn’t stop smiling and her pussy became so damp she thought it was going to start dripping down her pant legs.

“Thank you, you’re such a gentleman.” She told him as her tits sprang free from the tight garment. She turned to face Michael now completely topless and waited for him to unfasten her jeans. He wasted no time stripping her of her jeans and bikini briefs and once she was nude he embraced her and they kissed deeply. Mandy accepted the kiss and after a minute or two she pushed him away from her.

“Excuse me I just need you to tie my corset.” She told him with a smile. “Give me a minute ok?”

“Ok, take your time.” Michael told her his eyes hungry for her body. Mandy was just as hot for him and her pussy was so wet she could smell her it. The room was rather small so she was certain Michael could as well. Slipping on the lacy thong she made sure to turn around so that he could have a full view of her ass as she bent over. Mandy then slid the corset straps over her shoulders and held it up for Michael to start tying the garment behind her back.

“You ever tied one of these before?” Mandy asked him.

“Of course, Angie wears these all the time.”

“Oh yeah, duh.” Mandy felt foolish asking since she knew Michael’s girlfriend was a gothic mistress.

“By the way if you tell her about this we’re both dead you know that?” he told her lacing the corset behind Mandy’s back.

“I know that so I’m not going to tell anybody. You aren’t you having second thoughts are you?” Mandy asked Michael once he had tied the strings behind her back.

“About the outfit? Nope it looks even better on you than it did on the wall.”

“Good, that’s the point.” Mandy said grabbing hold of his crotch. Even through his jeans she could feel the large bulge of his hard-on. Without any hesitation he unzipped his jeans and allowed his long cock to spring free. Mandy’s breath caught in her throat when she saw his gorgeous member, it was not only the absolute perfect length but its shape was amazing. She had a hard time not staring at it as she ran her hand along his length marveling at the smoothness of his skin, she felt like she was living in a dream.

“Well, don’t just stand there staring at it.” Michael told her.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Mandy replied kneeling in front of him. She took his entire length into her mouth right down to his hips. Sucking gently on his cock Mandy felt like she was in heaven, she slowly backed off his dick until only the head was still in her mouth then looked up to see his face. She could tell the spencer sisters izle by his expression that he was enjoying what she was doing so she swallowed his member again running her tongue along its length the whole way down. Each time she backed off his prick she stroked his length with one free hand while freeing her large tits from the corset with the other.

She felt him tensing up like he was about to come so she released him from her mouth. Still kneeling she leaned back enough that he could get a good look at her tits. He was smiling so widely she thought his face was going to crack. Wordlessly, Mandy went back down on him and sucked him off until she thought he was going to come again and released him again.

“Enjoying this?” she asked him coyly stroking his dick with one hand.

“Oh yeah but not as much as I’m going to enjoy this.” Without warning Michael took a fistful of Mandy’s hair and stood her up. Using her hair to guide her Michael moved Mandy into position so he could fuck her from behind as she leaned against one wall. He pulled the thong to one side and guided himself into her depths. Her pussy was so wet it slid in without any resistence.

“What are you doing? Stop.” Mandy moaned silently. She really hoped he wouldn’t and he didn’t.

“I hope you don’t really mean that because I’m not going to.” He leaned over her and whispered in her ear. Mandy arched her back and held her head back as Michael pulled forcefully on her long hair. Once he got into stride pounding her pussy he took her hair into both of his hands and held them like they were the reins of a horse.

“Oh my god, stop. No don’t fuck me anymore stop!” Mandy pleaded silently. She didn’t want anyone outside in the store to hear so she kept her voice down. It was easy to tell she was faking but her cries for mercy enhanced the mood nonetheless. Her passion grew so quickly to a fever pitch she thought she was going to explode.

“Shut the fuck up. I’ll fuck you as long as I want to.” He hissed at her pounding her with enough force to make her tits swing back and forth on her chest. His dirty talk pushed her over the edge and Mandy had to bite her lip to keep from screaming, her body rocked and bucked wildly against his and she could feel her juices gushing all over his cock as she came. Michael Held onto her ass cheeks with both hands trying desperately to stay standing while Mandy almost pushed him off of her. His cock slid out of her pussy and when she finished Michael re-aimed himself and pushed his cock into her asshole.

“Oh Jesus, ouch. That’s not my pussy that’s my ass!” she hissed in pain as Michael’s cock forced her anus open.

“Yeah so?” Michael responded. Mandy’s asshole hurt so good she thought she was going to come again before he made it all the way inside. She relaxed her anus enough to allow him entry and basked in the pure fiery lust she was now consumed by. Once Michael was all the way inside of her ass he began stroking her slowly. Mandy slowly moved back and forth in time with his strokes, his cock caused such delicious pain in her ass she couldn’t stop moaning in ecstasy. It didn’t take long for her to come again and this time Michael came with her, both of their bodies slapped against each other with incredible force as the two lovers rode out their mutual orgasms.

“So this is a good outfit to get eh?” Mandy asked Michael once she had recovered. She pulled her jeans on over the thong and put her tits back into the corset

“Oh yeah, I highly recommend it.” He said kissing her gently on the lips. Smiling uncontrollably Mandy and Michael left the dressing room to re-enter the store. The girl behind the counter was still the only one in the store and she returned their smiles as Mandy ripped off the price tag and handed it to her so she could pay for it.

“Have fun there?” the girl asked.

“More than should be allowed by law.” Michael responded.

“Good. Thanks for shopping with us today.” She handed Mandy her receipt.

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The heat was oppressive. Delilah fanned herself with her hat for a moment before getting up from her knees to go turn on the hose. What did you expect from a gardening business in August in southern Georgia, she asked herself. Turning on the spigot, she dragged the hose back towards the flower bed she’d just planted. She stood for a moment, surveying, nodding in approval. It looked bright and cheerful, which was the client’s request.

“Well, now,” a male voice drawled, “You’re too pretty to be doing so much work.”

She turned, startled, and saw a man leaning against the porch rail. Owner’s husband, she thought first. Nah, too young, she corrected herself. He was hot, though. He had dark hair, on the long side, with a curl on his neck that made her sweat. His body was tight, athletic, but not heavily muscled. He wore a tee and jeans, old, worn…God, she was staring. Delilah blushed furiously, searching for something to say to excuse her behavior.

“Too much sun,” he announced, hopping the rail to the ground and striding towards her. The fluid movement stole whatever response she might have managed. The intent look on his face, the way his long legs ate up the ground had her backing up. Even as he reached her, she took a step back and stepped on her spade. She teetered, gasping in surprise and unconsciously raised the hose – and drenched the front of his shirt.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry,” she babbled, even more embarrassed. Not only had she stared at what had to be the owner’s son, but she’d gotten him all wet. His green eyes narrowed a moment, then he moved too fast for her to counter.

“That’s a great idea,” he chuckled, grabbing for the hose. He managed to drench the front of her before Delilah grabbed back and a tug-of-hose ensued. It ended with both of them dripping, laughing like loons, her tee and shorts clinging to her body, his jeans dragging with water.

“Who are you?” she finally managed, a little out of breath. She watched him bunch and wring the bottom of his tee (and did he have abs!) before he answered.

“Alex,” he answered, “Aunt Kate owns the house. I’m visiting for the week.” She saw the look in his eyes as they swept over her and blushed. “More importantly, who are you?”

“Delilah,” she murmured, blushing again. He was probably still in college, two or more years younger than her, and had women gathering like flies on honey. To her body, however, age didn’t matter and she felt her belly tighten with excitement. The honey thought brought to mind licking and she blushed even deeper.

He nodded. “I can see that,” he answered with a cocky grin, “You could tame a wild man…or maybe get a little wild with him…” She looked up in surprise and saw how his eyes had darkened, how intent they were on her.

“I…” she stepped back, tripped on the hose and would have fallen if he hadn’t caught her arm. He stepped closer and she could feel the heat coming off his body. “I’m just here to plant the flowers…”

“Sure. And they’re pretty,” shanty town izle he grinned again, stepping one more step, his body now brushing hers, “But not as pretty as you…” Spring break was turning out to be more interesting than anticipated.

She was caught by his stare, the invitation, the heat of her own body, the nearness of his. She tried to collect her thoughts. “That’s an old line,” she managed. And, delivered with that southern charm, it still made her melt. It made her forget she was wearing damp grubby clothes and probably had dirt on her face. She brushed a hand over her nose, just in case.

“How about this, then? I’d love to get you naked in the mud and do some planting of my own,” he drawled, his eyes heating, the hand on her arm firming. Her eyes unconsciously dropped and the bulge in his jeans made her mouth dry.

She managed a breath – he was close and hot and she could picture it – and her body ached for him. “More original, but unlikely.” Owner’s nephew, job site, she kept reminding herself. But, God, it had been months and the thought of being fucked out here in the sunshine by this hot guy had her ready to squirm.

“Delilah,” her name was said with amusement, “If not here, than inside? Or do I have to do the whole dinner and a movie deal?” He actually wanted to have sex with her. She felt her heart race, her belly quiver. And outside. She could see in his eyes that he’d felt her shiver and knew he’d won.

“I knew it,” he grinned, pulling her flush against his body, “Delilah’s got a wild side…” She hesitated a moment to long and he kissed her, hot and hard. She felt her knees go weak and leaned into him as his mouth possessed hers. It had been too long, she thought, wrapping her arms around his neck as she gave in eagerly. Moments later, his hands were on her, tugging away her wet shirt and cupping her bare breasts, his thumbs stroking her aching nipples.

“Damn, I love a woman without a bra,” he groaned, lowering his head, suckling one nipple into his hot mouth. Her head fell back on a moan. He glanced up with a quick grin, then took her down to the grass.

The hose had stayed on, so there was mud. And, in seconds, he’d tugged away her shorts, panties, so she was naked. She writhed, moaning and panting, as his hands and mouth streaked over her, from her tight, aching breasts down to the swollen wet center of her, as he parted her thighs, fastened his mouth over her pussy and sucked like an animal, grunting, slurping.

She was sweaty, salty, earthy, then, as he found her center and tasted her, sweeter than honey. Greedy, he focused there, thrusting his tongue against her quivering hole, sucking her swollen flesh. He’d never had sex outside like this, the sun beating hot on his back, the smell of dirt mixing with the scent of woman. More, he thought, I want more.

Delilah bucked, panting, as his mouth plundered, as her body tightened and heated until she couldn’t stand the pressure. “Please…” she sobbed, shape island izle bowing up. Her hands slapped the ground, fisted in the wet grass, slipped on the mud as she twisted in pleasure. One deep suck and she was flying free, her body shuddering and trembling as she came hard.

Now, was all he could think as he stripped away his tee, struggled out of his wet jeans. She lay naked and spent beneath him, her golden skin flushed, damp, streaked here and there with mud and grass. He imagined Eve in the Garden after their eyes were opened. God, he wanted her now.

His hands grasped her hips, his knees nudging her legs apart. Her eyes were half-closed, the blue dark and stormy as she looked up at him, her lips in a small smile. Now. She almost screamed when he plunged into her, his thick cock stretching her wide, invading her with hot, throbbing flesh. He groaned, humping his hips against hers to work his final inch inside her, to stuff her pussy full. She was tight, searing hot, and perfect as he drew back a moment, then thrust deep again. His hands fisted in the muddy grass beside hers as he began to move.

Yes, she moaned, his cock ramming into her. It was so primal, the grunts, the slap of flesh on flesh, the slurp of sex, the smell of dirt, the feel of hot summer sun. She’d never imagined…God, she moaned again, managing to grab his arm with one hand as he increased his thrusting. One of his legs lifted hers, spread her wider, opened her to allow him to thrust at a new angle. Her moans changed to animal cries as he bent over her, thrusting.

He’d been right, he thought through the haze of lust and pleasure, his hips moving like pistons as he fucked her. He’d seen her kneeling in the grass and known he’d enjoy her. Her body was lithe, hot, incredible. She was passionate, even now begging him for more. He felt his balls clench as he managed to grab her hips, to tilt her up and hammer down into her deepest core.

Her legs wrapped his hips, her body curled so he almost squatted above her, but his rhythm never slowed. The angle brought him to that secret spot, an endless stroking against her hidden nerve endings, driving her mad with need. She sobbed out a plea for more, clung to him, as he panted above her.

Alex thought he was swelling or maybe she was tightening – neither knew or cared. All he knew was he had to drive harder to bury himself, that he felt more and more friction with each stroke. He needed to thrust faster; she arched her hips to take more. Then…

They came together, crying out, convulsing, as his cock erupted deep inside her body. Waves of release swept through them, his seed spurting again and again, her inner muscles milking every drop with greedy spasms. Hands grasped and clung. Mouths fused, the heat passing from one to the other and back. Bucking, straining, they paused…and collapsed in a wet muddy heap.

What had she done, she thought, staring up at the blue sky, her body still vibrating from wild sex. she hulk attorney at law izle But, God, he’d felt so good.

When could he do it again, he thought, nuzzling her neck, licking and nibbling her bare skin, feeling the hot sun on his bare ass, his body more energized then spent.

“I can’t…I’ve got to…,” she managed to squeeze out from under him, stunned, a bit embarrassed. Sex, in a yard, on the job, with a stranger….she started to crawl towards her clothes.

Alex saw that tight little ass, pink and a little muddy, and grinned. “Not so fast, lady,” he growled, reaching for her. He caught her hip and, even as she reared up and turned, he was covering her, mounting her.

“What? I need to…” It dissolved on a moan as he slid his cock, hardened again, deep into her wet pussy. She was soft and sensitive and came almost instantly as he began to thrust into her from behind, groaning in pleasure.

It was even more incredible…he groaned at the delicious sensations. Her pussy rippled around his cock every time he filled her. She was so slick, the thrusting was effortless and the slurp of fucking her only adding to the experience. She was under him like a dog – his bitch in heat – and he felt himself swell more with the image. “More,” he growled, his cock plunging eagerly, “I want more.”

She couldn’t believe – he was relentless, in and out, in and out, the stroking sending shocks through her system. She rocked back against him, urging him faster, panting and groaning. Her fingers tore at the grass as she closed her eyes, tilting her hips to guide him to that tender spot. His fingers dug into her hips as he drove as hard and as deep as he could and struck gold.

She clamped tight around him with a cry. He exploded with a roar. She shuddered with the rush of wet heat. He emptied his seed into her in a flood. They slowly parted on a sigh and lay, naked and sated, in the sunny grass. Then they looked up to find an audience of one, an older man leaning against the side of the house.

“Hey, Uncle Trent,” Alex managed with a cocky grin, “Want to play along?” Delilah fumbled for her clothes as Alex rolled up to sit indian-style on the grass, completely naked, but grinning anyway. She was embarrassed to be caught, terrified it would effect the job and the payment she needed to make her mortgage, stunned her own willing participation but surprisingly not ashamed.

“You two better come inside and get cleaned up before Katie gets home,” the older man said with a sigh, but the edge of a laugh in his voice. He climbed the stairs to the deck and disappeared inside.

Alex got to his feet, offering a hand to Delilah. “Want to share a shower, pretty lady?” he laughed.

“You can’t be serious,” she hesitated, looking at the mud on her wet skin, looking at her damp dirty clothes. A shower would be a good idea. She glanced over at him, saw his cock was already responding. “God, you’re an animal,” she said. Alex grinned again.

“And you love it,” he laughed. He picked up the hose and held it over his head, dowsing himself with water. He cocked his head at her and gave her a raised brow. With a smile of her own, she stepped forward and slid her body over his, the water spilling over their nakedness as she kissed him. “See…Delilah the Wild,” he murmured.

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The following is based on some true experiences; some were mine, some others’. Mostly, though, it’s just fantasy.

Author’s note – when first submitted, this story landed in the wrong category, Lesbian Sex. That was not an attempt to mislead. This is a resubmission. I’m sorry for any confusion that ensued.

All participants are eighteen years of age or older.

*

It all began in August, a couple of weeks before school started. I was going to be a senior, and while I understood the importance of that fact, I was unimpressed.

First, I was not going to go off to college. My grades were good, but certainly not stellar, which they would have had to be for me to get a scholarship. Failing that, my parents could not afford anything more than community college. I was also seriously considering the military as a way of making enough money to go.

Second, I was — well, not a geek, exactly, but far from popular. I was good in math, and I had tutored enough jocks to have friends in cool places. Put it this way: no girls would fuck me, and no guys would fuck with me.

It was a tradeoff, sure, but one I could live with.

Anyway, as I say, I wasn’t a geek, exactly, and I wasn’t a jock. I was in pretty good shape, though. I had always loved running. I had even considered trying out for the track team, but there were too many guys faster or in better shape than I was who also wanted to be on the team.

Gina was my best friend and fellow running enthusiast. We had known one another since kindergarten. We had shared in the good times and the bad, made it through the cooties stage with our relationship intact, and generally propped one another up.

We were not, however, dating material.

I thought, at the time, we both realized that any attempt to move deeper into the relationship would potentially ruin what we had. We were perfectly content to let the status be just as quo as it could.

So to tie these threads together…

Gina and I were running around the track that outlined the football field. The football jocks were on the field doing whatever they were doing to prepare for the coming season.

Well, someone was definitely doing some kicking. A ball landed on the track in front of Gina and me. It made a loud *SMACK* and startled the smack out of us, then skittered under the risers.

“Hey, Jeff, get that, wouldja?” called a voice. It was Hank Benson, one of the stars of the team and someone I had once tutored in math, enabling him to stay eligible to play. We weren’t great buds, but we were certainly friendly enough.

I looked at Gina; she shrugged. I reached under the risers and pulled out the ball, then drop-kicked it. I’d seen it done, and imitated what I’d seen. Gina and I started running again when we heard another, louder voice yelling.

It was the coach, and he was screaming something like, “How did you do that, young lad?” Or words to that effect, if you catch my drift. Gina and I came to a stop again, as the coach and a group of players, Hank among them, approached us.

“I wanna see you do that again,” blustered the coach.

I was genuinely taken aback. “I’m sorry,” I said, “I was just returning the ball.”

“No,” Hank interrupted, “you kicked it like nobody’s business. We wanted to know if it was just luck.”

“I never tried before,” I said honestly.

“Get on the field,” grumbled the coach, “and kick it again.” There was a chorus of “Yeah,” “Hell yeah,” “Kick that sumbitch,”and the like.

Again I glanced at Gina, who was by now smiling at my predicament. I shrugged and trotted onto the field.

“Put the tee on the thirty,” ordered the coach. He turned to me and said, “See that? See the uprights?” pointing to the goal posts. “Send it straight through.”

I complied.

Coach said, “Back it up to the thirty-five,” and we repeated. “Forty,” he barked. Once again, I did as he asked.

We went through this process about seven or eight times before we found I had a limit of about fifty-two yards, reliably; further was hit-and-miss. Then we went through kicking it from a snap.

When all was said and done, Coach said, “You’re my kicker.” He hadn’t even asked whether I was interested in playing. In the end, though, I knew I had to do it.

My parents went through the usual it’s-dangerous-and-you-have-to-keep-your-grades-up objections, but signed the consent form. I think my dad was actually puffed up with special forces worlds toughest test izle pride.

Our team went 9-1 that year, for the first time ever, and made the state playoffs. It wasn’t all because of me, but I added to the team by subtracting from the field. My contribution was genuine.

I was a senior, with no prior football experience, and so it was a little late for most of the big schools to take an interest in me. A couple of smaller schools, though, heard about my accomplishments and sent representatives to woo me. I ended up taking the one, solitary full-boat scholarship I was offered.

My college days were memorable, and beyond the scope of this tale; but all is not lost.

You see, Gina gave me a going-away present.

As I mentioned, Gina and I never dated. We never properly had the hots for one another, though I’ll admit I had fantasized about her from time to time.

Right after graduation, we were back on the track, doing our usual running. It was late May, and the weather was pleasant after several hot days. A cool front was pushing through; the skies were darkening, threatening rain.

We finished our run, walked a lap to cool down, and sat on the risers to relax a moment before heading home. She was a little pre-occupied. Finally she said, “Why don’t we head to my place and get cleaned up?”

As if on cue, at that moment several large, noisy raindrops plopped on the hot surface of the track. We were close to her car — I had ridden with her that morning — and so we hightailed it. We closed the doors just before the rain really settled in. It wasn’t torrential, but I was glad we hadn’t gotten caught out in it.

As we drove, she was silent; unusual for her.

At length she said, “Did you ever wonder why we never dated?”

I pondered. “Yeah, I guess I have. I guess we’re too smart to ruin a good friendship.”

“Do you find me attractive?” she asked.

“Well, sure I do. You’re very pretty,” I responded.

“But are you attracted to me?” she pressed.

I was getting a little annoyed. “Yes, Gina, you give me a hard-on. Is that what you want to hear?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, looking sad. “I’m not handling this very well, am I?”

“Just say what you want to say,” I said firmly. “We’ve known each other for too long. Just spit it out.”

She was silent for a moment, then said, “Okay. I used to think you and I would eventually get married, have kids, stuff like that.” I said nothing, and she continued. “A couple of years ago, I realized I was never going to love you that way.”

I guess that should have stung, at least a little, but it didn’t. “Oh, well, that’s nothing to get worked up about. We’re still friends. Right?”

She paused, then said, “No, what I mean is, I met someone else. A friend of one of my cousins.” There was a pregnant pause, then: “A girl.”

What might have been a body-blow to others was sort of a relief to me. It answered a lot of questions, cleared up a lot of things that had occurred over the previous year or so.

I nodded slowly. “So, you’re a… lesbian.”

She grinned a little. “At least you didn’t call me a dyke.”

We were silent for a moment; then, I said, “So, who else knows about this?”

“No one. Not around here. My folks don’t even suspect. At least, I don’t think they do.”

Another lightbulb moment for me. “And you told me because you wanted to unburden yourself to someone who wouldn’t gossip.”

She smiled again. “That’s my Jeff.”

We rode in companionable silence the rest of the way to her house.

Her parents had set up a small additional parking spot for her, to the side of the detached garage, meaning we had to cover thirty feet or so. We ran to the house, getting soaked yet again by the rain, a hard, steady, insistent downpour.

Her parents’ house had a side door that entered the kitchen; just to the left of the kitchen was a laundry alcove, and that’s where she guided me.

“Strip,” she commanded.

“Gina!” I exclaimed.

She looked at me. “What? We’ve seen one another naked before.”

“We were barely seven,” I answered.

“Besides,” she continued, as if I hadn’t said a word, “you know you’re not gonna get laid. You know who I am now.” With that, she stripped off her A-shirt and sports bra.

I couldn’t help stare. Her breasts squid game izle were… well, perfect. I had never seen any others for comparison, not in person; but, damn!

She saw me staring, and I blushed and averted my gaze. She giggled. “It’s okay,” she said. “I know you like boobies. It’s kinda nice to know they get your attention.”

As I undressed — I had surrendered to the inevitable by this point — I said, “I’m very impressed. With your breast,” I added, and we both laughed.

She loaded all our clothes into the washer and started the load. “I’m putting it on cold wash, so we’ll have plenty of hot water for the shower.” She grabbed a couple of yet-unfolded towels and bath cloths, and signaled me to leave the laundry alcove.

I followed her to the upstairs bathroom, where she started the shower. She stepped in; I held back, unsure of what she intended of me.

She stuck her head out the door and said, “Well, get in here.”

I complied.

The water rolled over us like liquid muscle relaxant. We soaped the cloths and then washed the good grime of hard exercise off ourselves. It was glorious.

After a bit, she handed me her cloth and said, “Be a sweetie and wash my back? I’ll do yours next.”

“I’d like to wash your front,” I said, and giggled.

“Behave!” she scolded, then added, “I think I can arrange that. Not like you haven’t seen ’em.”

I washed her back, handed her my cloth and turned for her to reciprocate.

When we were done, she took my hands, spread the bar of soap over my palms, and said, “Go ahead. Part of your gift, anyway” Then she winked.

I ran my soapy hands over her breasts (and I must tell you I almost shot a load right then and there). The sensation was better than anything I had imagined. She moaned appreciatively. “You’re very gentle,” she murmured. “Some girl is gonna be damned lucky to have you for a lover.”

I could have continued for hours, but I spent only a minute or so. We finished rinsing and turned off the water. We stepped out and dried ourselves. Afterward, she led me to her bedroom and tossed me a girly robe, similar to the one she donned.

“Let me check the clothes,” she said, and darted out of the room. I sat on the edge of her bed, waiting for her to return.

At length she did. “Had to wait for the spin cycle to finish,” she said. “They’ll be dry in forty-five minutes or so. Which, coincidentally,” she said seductively, “is about long enough to give you the rest of your going-away present.” She winked.

“You keep calling it that,” I said. “When am I going away? I mean, August, sure, but that’s a couple months from now.”

She sat beside me. “Well, that’s part of what it means,” she said, “but also, it means I’m going away.”

I stared at her. “I don’t understand.”

She gave me her best oh-please look, and said, “What part do you not get?”

I laughed. “Okay, that was stupid,” I said.

She grinned, and said, “It’s okay. It’s yet another thing I haven’t told you. I’m going into the Navy. I report in a few weeks. My folks don’t know yet.”

“O-o-o-k-a-a-ay,” I said slowly. “So when are you planning on springing it on them?”

“Look,” she said, “let’s not talk about my future plans. My parting gift to you is to prepare you for your future.”

I waited; she continued, “I’m going to teach you a skill that will benefit you, and all the girls you will love from now on.”

She leaned in a little closer. “Have you ever wondered how lesbians make love?”

I shook my head, though the denial was not entirely true.

“Have you ever herd of cunnilingus?” she asked, softly.

“Yeah,” I replied, “That’s eating pussy, right? I read about it in a magazine. And I heard some guys talk about it. My older cousin Dave…”

“Ever thought about what it’s like?” she asked, looking me right in the eyes.

“Well, yeah. I guess… I guess I thought it was icky, but…” I trailed off.

“But?” she prompted.

“But so many people seem to like it, it must be okay,” I rasped.

Her eyes shone. “Uh-huh. It’s good. Really good. You learn to eat a girl’s pussy, and I guarantee you’ll never go without.” With that, she kissed me. It wasn’t an erotic kiss, but very, very friendly.

She stood, shed her robe, and mounted the bed, spreading her legs so that her pussy was staring right at me.

I removed my robe and knelt on the bed. “Any star trek picard izle pointers?” I asked.

She ran her fingers over her labia. “See these? Like lips. Kiss them. Kiss them like they were on my mouth. Be gentle; just baby kisses.”

I did as she suggested, breathing in her clean, fresh womanly scent. “You smell nice,” I remarked.

“Not like fish, huh?” she giggled.

“No, not at all. Very, very nice,” I replied, returning to the pleasures at hand. I kissed those lips some more; and then, by instinct, inserted my tongue a little.

She gasped. “Oh, yeah, you’re a good student,” she said softly.

Well, if that worked, I figured, why not do more of the same? So I did.

I rooted my tongue around and struck a hard little nubbin. She jumped when I did that, and I knew instinctively I’d found this thing called “clit.”

I began flipping my tongue up and down over that nubbin, and her pelvis began to writhe, in tempo with her moans.

After a few minutes of this treatment, and just before my tongue was going to mutiny, her body seized up, and she began to push my head away.

As soon as I moved my head, her thighs clamped, and she made sounds that might have been mistaken as intestinal distress. I thought I had a good idea what had happened, but I moved up next to her on the bed and said, “Gina?”

She flailed a bit for another moment, and then gasped, “You did okay for a first timer.” Then she laughed, taking large breaths every few seconds.

After a moment or two she calmed down. She looked at me through dreamy eyes and said, “That, buddy boy, is eating pussy; and you are a natural.”

I smiled. “Really? It was good?”

Again I got the oh-please look. “You do that to one girl, and I promise you’ll have no shortage of dates.”

“You don’t mean girls gossip, now, do you?” I asked mockingly. She giggled and swatted my arm.

I leaned over and suckled on one of her breasts, feeling proud of myself. She rubbed the back of my head.

After a moment she said, “So how’s Mister Chubby?”

I had forgotten my own erection on the excitement. Truth was, he needed some relief; I told her as much.

“Well,” she said, “I don’t want one of those things in me. The thought turns me off. No offense, but, hey, I am…” she let the thought trail off.

“Fair enough,” I replied.

“But,” she continued, “you satisfied me, so you should get some help. Wanna show me what it looks like? I’ve never seen a guy come, so you may as well be my first.”

“Sure,” I replied. I lay on my back, took her hand and placed it over my penis, and helped her masturbate me to a shattering orgasm. Most of my spunk landed on my chest; some of the blowback got on her hand.

She laughed. “Damn, that’s nasty. No offense,” she added, grimacing, “but that’s just… nasty.” She left the room and returned with my bath towel, mopping up all the evidence.

She lay down beside my spent self, rubbing the side of my face gently. I was drained by that point, and I fell into a light slumber.

I awoke when she threw my warm, freshly-dried clothes on me.

“How long have I been out?” I rasped.

“About an hour,” she replied. “You looked so cute sleeping, I just let you. Now it’s after four, and I need to get you home.”

I dressed slowly. It had stopped raining, so the trip to her car was nothing like it had been before.

She drove me to my home, a couple of miles away. I was still too muzzy-headed to make any conversation.

When we pulled up into my driveway, she stopped the car and put it in park. Before I got out, I said, “So I was a good student?”

She laughed. “Very good student. I enjoyed the teaching part.”

After a moment, I asked, “Any chance for… well, you know… advanced studies?”

She smiled wanly and said, “No, ‘fraid not. It was a one day…. semen-ar,” and giggled, as did I.

I looked at her and said, “You know I love you, don’t you? Maybe not romantically, but I do love you.”

She smiled again. “I know you do. And I love you, too. If I was different… well, wish in one hand,” she finished lamely.

Just before I got out, I said, “Yeah, well, at least I gave you something to use in future relationships.”

She frowned. “I don’t follow…?”

“If you ever have a girlfriend who doesn’t satisfy you, you can always tell them you know a straight guy who does it better than they do.”

She howled with laughter. “See ya,” she said. I got out, and waved as she backed out of the driveway.

++++++

I’ve never seen Gina again. Never heard another word from her. I have no idea whether she’s alive or dead. I dearly hope she’s doing well, happy, and in a nurturing relationship; I just don’t know.

But I will always have that magical afternoon.

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“So, I was thinking,” Sandy said. “You really could use a tattoo.”

I swiveled back across the table and tipped my Cervesa. “Oh, shit.” I managed to grab the bottle before it emptied on the rattan table top. A little to mop up, I swabbed what I could and asked, “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I would like you to get a tattoo,” she replied. Her eyes were like shiny, root beer marbles watching my face for reaction. “For me,” she added.

Not really sure where this was coming from or where it was going, I stalled a little and asked her what she had in mind.

“Well,” she said. “Your body is beautiful. I don’t think you need me to say anything more about that.” She paused to grin. “And, I really truly enjoy our time together- the trips, the adventures. We have some incredible times, and we have photos- but photos fade. Electronic images get lost. I want something permanent to remind us both.”

“You want to get matching tattoos?” I said. “I’ve always thought that could be kinda fun, but couldn’t think of anything meaningful…”

“No, not matching.” she interrupted me.

I stopped and canted my head and raised an eyebrow. She went on to explain how my body was a perfect canvas for what she envisioned- and getting matching tattoos was pretty trite, akin to getting matching jogging suits. No, she wanted something uniquely for me, something she designed; Something to wear of hers.

A breeze from the Bahía de Banderas lifted her chestnut hair, and she paused to sweep it back from her face as I sipped a little of my beer. When she looked back I was squinting at her, perhaps because of the setting sun, but she read it as a bad judgment of her request, so her face turned down to the table.

There are many things I don’t know, but I was fairly sure that I was lucky to have this woman in my life and wanted to always be so. It was clear she had shared a fantasy that involved me, that required me. I had felt no compelling need in my life for body art. (Who wants to see a guy with tattoos anyway?) But this was her fantasy, one that I could fulfill for her, and THAT was an opportunity to good to waste.

“O’k, babe,” I started. “As long as it’s tasteful, I would love to wear a tatt…”

She squealed and leaped from her chair. “You are so, wonderful! This is going to be so great!” A flash of white bikini, a blur of colorful beach wrap- and in a moment she was covering me in kisses. She danced off as I stooped to pick up my fallen sunglasses. The waiter was grinning at me and with a thumbs up, said, “Hermosa mujer, hombre afortunado!”

“Si, Paco.” I said. “I am a lucky man.”

–

The barber chair in the tattoo shop was intended for comfort, but my hip was angled up to best present my thigh for the artist, so it felt a little awkward. But it was o’k. Sandy was hovering around the head of the chair distracting me, clearly excited about the process. It had been two weeks since we returned from our trip, and she had been immersed in planning my tattoo. I won’t say obsessive, but her favorite place had become sitting cross-ways in the big armchair with a drawing pad. She would sketch furiously and sometimes stop, prop her pencil in her mouth and gaze at my torso. From time to time, the pad would drop to the carpet and she would pull me into the bedroom.

Having a beautiful woman lusting for you is a powerful thing. Knowing her fantasy brought even greater intensity. I watched her mentally applying patterns to my body. With her fingers, she traced my muscles and contours for fit with her designs. She infected me with her excitement. Her fantasy was becoming mine.

There were phone calls to shops and recommendations made. After all the on-line research and initial consult with the artist, we picked a design. I was to wear a stylized Mayan calendar to commemorate our most recent adventure. Sandy, took it to another level with a bio-mechanical surround, a bit like a Terminator prop. Seemed good to me, although larger than I had expected. So, this is what put me in the chair at Aces and Eights Tattoo.

Sandy’s breasts were pressed against the back of my head and she overlooked the artist shaving my hip and thigh. She kissed my ear with a little giggle as the stencil was applied. I heard a little gasp and felt her palm flatten on my chest as the artist test triggered the tattoo gun and dipped the needle in a small cup of black ink. Sandy’s rise of empires ottoman izle breath on my cheek stopped as the artist’s needle bit into my skin and the first line was engraved on my body.

The artist continued to work on my skin very efficiently and the pain was surprisingly light. Sandy was breathing again, short breaths. We were both watching her design materialize on my leg, injected bit by bit under my skin. I was fascinated by the process and the artistry. Sandy snugged in close to my ear and whispered. “You are marked for me now, a design you can never take off. It will be with you for the rest of your life.”

I like that idea.

–

The shower head threw little needles of cold water at my face and after a moment warmed to the temperature I preferred. I rubbed my eyes with my palms and tousled my hair while the strong stream washed away the thick-headed funk from a day at the office. My regular routine at the gym in the morning gets me going for the day and a quick shower after work always does wonders to get some energy back.

The shower curtain slid open a little and there was Sandy appraising me. “Do you mind if I join you?” she asked.

“Not at all. Hop in.” I grinned.

Fifteen seconds later, Sandy slid in behind me completely naked. She grabbed a bar of soap and started rubbing across my back. She seemed pretty intent on my neck and upper back. I have been working lately on my lats and traps- and I think the results are starting to show- Her soapy hands sure felt great right at that moment. Gradually, her focus dropped to my lower back, then my side and then my tattooed flank. I shifted a little to let the water rinse the soap from my tattoo and it stood out vibrant on my skin. The inflammation was gone. The scabbing had cleared. Only the indelible design, Sandy’s work, was there to see. She traced the Mexican-mechanical work with her finger like she couldn’t believe it was still there. I turned the shower off and turned and pulled her into me. I could feel her heart beating rapidly, so I grabbed a towel from the bar; we dried quickly and headed for the bedroom.

Sandy pinned me to the bed, sitting across my belly, holding my shoulders while she dipped and teased me with her mouth. Her tits dangling and brushing my chest. I am sure she could feel my erect cock on the back of her ass, because I could feel how wet she was on my stomach. She worked way down, nibbling on my nipples, leaving little bites along the way. Soon my cock flipped up between her boobs and slapped my stomach. We both laughed a little but we instantly shifted to intense when she held my cock in her hand and licked it very slowly from the base to the tip- watching me. She closed her eyes and slid her mouth down over my cock, taking it in as far as she could, and drawing herself up again with her lips wrapped tightly around. And again, slowly, over and over.

She has that special talent. Sandy can feel the way my body moves-maybe she can feel a stirring in my balls. She can take me to the edge and not let me release. This is what she did tonight. At exactly the right moment she slid off of me and repositioned herself across my body, feeling me writhe under her. I wanted to be in her. I wanted to unload in her but was not in a position to do so. I reached out and she parted her legs. Her pussy was deliciously slippery. I could feel her hips moving, willing me to tease her clit as she ran her hands up an down my body, invariably tracing my tattoo.

After a bit, perhaps not willing to wait longer, Sandy climbed on top of me and guided my cock into her. Her hands were on my chest and she was rocking back and forth when she suddenly fixed her blazing eyes on mine.

“You know, you will be tattooed again?” she said.

“Yes.” I answered.

She arched her back and moaned as her hips rocked faster and then slowed.

“I want to cover your body in tattoos. May I do that?” she said with the last bit squeaking out in a little girl voice.

“Yes.”

She began raising and lowering her hips. I could see the full length my glistening shaft as it was momentarily exposed and then disappeared deep inside her.

“Someday soon,” she she said, breathlessly, “I want to see my milky white tits laid against your deeply colored body. You will do that for me?”

“Yes.”

She arched her back again romantic getaway izle and began bucking, her hands frantically grabbing my nipples as wave after wave of orgasms shook her core. I could feel the dampness of her hips and back as I held her and thrust myself into her. In moments, I erupted. Sandy collapsed on my chest and was still. Both of us could feel the involuntary pumping from deep inside of my body continue long after.

–

The motorcycle was running a little hot when we pulled into Mesa, Arizona. Of course it was. It was summer and air cooled engines run best with a little chill in the air. It was now 104. Sandy had been planning this trip for months and we were close to a surprise destination. All I knew for sure was I was going to be tattooed again, a special tattoo, one maybe planned for an open space on my back- one of the few ink free places on my body.

Yes, I kept my word. Over the past few years, we had developed a cadence, a routine of travel followed by an elaborate addition to my body to memorialize the trip. The lower half of my body is like a travelogue of interesting places, artfully placed and well integrated. My upper body is artwork drawn from the mind of my woman. Sandy always selected extraordinary artists so the quality of my work was superb. She selected the subject, approved the design and picked the location on my body for every tattoo. What am I saying? It has become one tattoo, one unbroken, continuous tattoo from my ankles to my neck.

It is ironic that, through all of this, my office mates have no idea I am completely tattooed. The long sleeved, dress shirt regimen of my work has allowed me to be thoroughly inked- and they have no idea. Would Maria be shocked that I have the Manneken Pis tattooed on my ass? With the Singapore Merlion juxtaposed on my other cheek? I would guess Zhang would be impressed by the terracotta soldiers on my left leg, but Chet might not appreciate the colorful Carnivale dancers encircling my right leg. My chest and stomach are richly tattooed with woodland beasts, dark, mysterious, furry, toothy. Sandy even insisted on blackening my nipples so there would be unbroken dark color in the trees. That smarted a little, but, yes, she can lay her milky white tits on me now and she seems to glow like alabaster.

Sandy hopped off the bike when we pulled into the Wheelhouse Cafe and Motor Inn, and crunched over to the office to get a room and a key. I shook off my jacket and rolled up my sleeves; first my bird arm, then my fish arm. She had really enjoyed working on all the fluid, aquatic movement that ran from the deep water creatures on my wrist to the waves breaking on my shoulder. My favorites, though, were the birds that covered my right arm, capped with a red hawk at the top. I pondered the themes I wore now, and wondered what she planned for me next.

I had just dragged the carryall from the bike to the shade when Sandy came back.

“O’k, we’re all set. Let’s get cleaned up and go grab some dinner. Our appointment is not for a couple hours.” she said.

We took quick showers and changed into clean clothes and walked over to the cafe. A little meatloaf with instant mashed potatoes, canned corn and a hard pat of butter on white bread, served on green melamac plates- sure hit the spot. A couple of ice cold beers later, we still had time to kill, so I asked her, “Tell me what you have in mind for this tattoo addition?”

“I can’t, it’s a surprise,” she said as she got that devilish little grin.

“O’k,” I said, “but you know I am running out of space. Maybe, you’re thinking of doing something with my cock and balls?”

She laughed, flashing those beautiful white teeth. “No, not on this trip, but I have considered tattooing your balls to look like apricots.” And she giggled away as she watched my pained expression.

“Surely, you mean peaches, don’t you?”

Then she got more serious and said, “Your cock and balls are fine, more than fine,… for now.” Small smile. “No, what I have planned for tonight, I have thought about for a long time. You have given your skin to me and I thoroughly enjoyed tattooing every inch of your body. You are mine forever. I want to take one more step to seal us together.”

“I’m not sure what that means, babe.” I said.

“I am going to give you something new tonight, something very special…” she said with rüyanda görürsün izle sparkling eyes and added,”and then we can check out those cock and balls of yours later.” With that, she hopped out of the booth, grabbed the check and headed for the counter. “Time to go, slim!” she hollered back at me.

About 15 minutes later, we pulled into the lot of a pretty shady looking tattoo parlor called Red Scorpion Tattoos. It had a faded, hand painted plywood sign over the door. A little bell dinged as we entered an ice-cold lobby with a cracked linoleum floor. A bearded bear of a man came ambling out of the back wiping his hands on a rag like an auto mechanic.

“Are you Collins?” asked Sandy.

“Yes, ma’am. What can I do for you?” asked the man.

“We’ve spoken so many times on the phone, I feel like I know you. I’m Sandy.” she said. Collins’ face brightened as it dawned on him that this was the woman who he had been speaking with for months planning tonight’s tattoo session. They hugged each other, like old friends, and Sandy turned to introduce me.

“Well, hell man, Welcome to Mesa!” said Collins as he shook my hand and clapped me on the back. “I am glad you’re here.

Sandy saw a little confusion in my response to Collins, so she touched my shoulder and said, “Collins here is the best realism tattoo artist in the Southwest. His work is extraordinary. Trust me, you will be pleased.”

Collins took us in the back and showed us his work area. Very professional and surprisingly large, it did not match with the front of the store at all.

“Well, you know, it keeps the goofy kids out.” he said. We all settled into chairs in his workspace and settled down for business.

Collins said, “Can you show me the art you’re considering?”

Sandy said, “Sure!” and reached into her jeans with two fingers and pulled out a folded piece of paper. She handed it to Collins, who unfolded it once, then again and then peered at it closely.

“I think this should be no problem,” said that tattooist.

He turned it around to show me. It was a pear. Just a pear with a leaf. Not a very big pear. After all the elaborate tattoos I had received, this seemed pretty lame. I turned to Sandy with a confused look to ask if that was the special tattoo she intended, but she was standing up and tugging down her jeans. Before I could speak, she had pulled down her panties a little on the side and spoke to the tattoo artist.

“This is where I want it. I think it will look good there, don’t you think?”

Collins gave a huge toothy grin and said, “Absolutely.”

Both looked at me and laughed hilariously at my astonishment.

A little while later, Collins’ needle was engraving the pear on Sandy abdomen and I was holding her hand. She was watching me and I caught her stare.

“Honey, do you understand what this means?” she asked

“I’m not sure,” I said.

She paused and said, “It means, that my body is your canvas now. I am opening another avenue for you now. If you want me tattooed with anything you pick, anywhere you choose, even till I am completely covered, I will do that for you.”

Excitement surged through me, like it had never before. I was instantly hard and could not wait to get her back to the motel. I held her face and kissed her more deeply than I had ever before. My thoughts were a whirl of possibilities and I could not keep from smiling.

“There is one more thing I want from you tonight.” she said as she climbed out of that tattooist chair. He had handed her a mirror and she was examining her new pear tattoo. “We need to get your back tattooed.”

I was in the process of objecting and she stopped me. “Take your shirt off, and sit backward in that chair.” I pulled off my shirt and sat down where she instructed. Collins whistled when he saw the extent of my body art, but said nothing more as he pulled his cart over along with his working stool. Unasked, he began preparing the blank space on my back to be tattooed. Sandy walked around to the front of me. She asked Collins,”How is this?” He nodded.

Sandy held me with her eyes, and slowly stripped. She let her jeans drop. Her shirt was pulled over her head. She unhooked her bra and let her breasts swing. Finally she turned slightly and bent at the hips as she pulled her panties to her ankles and stepped out of them. With that, she slowly turned around and faced me. Her new tattoo shining on her otherwise unmarked body. Then she put her hands on her hips and tilted her head to the side in an artist pose. It finally clicked, Sandy was to be inked full on my back, drawn from life, complete with a pear tattoo that was unique to her.

As Collin’s tattoo machine started buzzing, I realized… Yes, I am a lucky guy.

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I was working one afternoon in my small hotel. A young man came into the office to inquire about a room _ he was in a word, beautiful. I mean, an almost feminine beauty… until you looked into his eyes. Then you could see that he was very male, and if that look was any indication, he was liking what he saw also!

So I told him the price per night. He asked if he could see one, and I said sure. I grabbed a key, and locked the office. He followed me up to the top floor, looking at my legs all the way up the stairs.

I opened the door to the room and walked in, turning the lights on. He came in behind me, and barely looked at the room, even though it was one of our best. “Do you always dress like that for work?” he asked me. I looked down at my floaty silk skirt, silk tank top, and four_inch heels, and said “Pretty much. Why?”

He told me I looked very sexy, and then casually said he’d take the room. I stood back for him to precede me out the door, and he ‘accidentally’ brushed his arm across my breasts. Of course, he saw my nipples pucker, and he sort of nodded and smiled.

We went back to the office, making small talk, and got him registered. As I do with every guest, I told him to call the office if he needed anything. He winked at me and assured me he would.

About ½ an hour later, the switchboard rang. It was him. He said he needed some towels or something to soak up what looked like a leak. He apologized, said he’d come down for them, but he’d just left the shower. I told him it was no problem, so I grabbed a bunch of towels and a flashlight, and went upstairs again.

He’d left the door open a little, so I knocked and went in. Oh boy….. he only had a towel on, and I saw that his face wasn’t the only beautiful part of him. What a body! I’m afraid I stared a little. Then, I don’t know why, but I asked him if he usually dressed like that! He laughed and shrinking izle said no, and I said “What a shame, you should!”

I then asked him to show me where the water was leaking, and we went into the bathroom. It was a pretty tight fit, but he pointed out the water for me. I dropped some towels onto the floor and knelt down on them. I looked under the sink and all around, and didn’t see anything. I looked up to tell him this, but my gaze kinda got stuck halfway up. He had an obvious erection happening, and as I watched, it only got larger, parting the towel a little.

“I have a confession to make” he said. “there was no leak… I just wanted an excuse to get you up here again.” I swallowed pretty heavily, and looked at his face. I was a little nervous _ after all, I was alone, and he was very strong looking.

“Don’t worry, I’m not into rape.” he said quietly. “I know you’re attracted to me too…” and that was really very true. I was. I reached toward him, and took the towel off his hips. I was impressed _ his cock was only about 7 or 8 inches, but it was nice and thick, and his pubic hair was trimmed to almost nothing.

I looked up at him as I curled my fingers around his length, and I saw as his eyes heated with lust and pleasure. I ran my fingers lightly up and down him, exploring his heavy balls, changing the pressure of my fingers from light and teasing to tight and demanding. then I slowly leaned forward, and delicately licked the head of his cock, tasting a bead of precum. I held his hips with both hands, and licked him from balls to crown, inhaling his musky, slightly soapy fragrance.

Then I took him into my mouth, sucking him deeper, slowly working him into my throat. He grabbed my head and moaned, thrusting his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. I looked up to watch him watching my mouth eating his cock, sihirli annem izle which really turned me on. I let him set the pace, fucking my mouth, and I played with his balls, running my fingers from his tight anus to swirl around his tightening sac.

He started thrusting faster and deeper, and told me he was going to cum. I worked harder at sucking, making sure the head of his cock was in my throat when I swallowed, knowing my throat muscles were squeezing it. Suddenly, I tasted his cum, thick and salty, on my tongue. I shoved my nose into his pubes and swallowed for all I was worth. I didn’t want any to dribble onto my silk top.

He gave a hoarse shout, and stood rigidly while his cum jetted into my throat. His legs and hands were trembling as I licked his penis clean. I stood up, kissed his mouth, and went quickly back to the office. I was so turned on, I knew I needed to cum myself, and soon!

I was in the back office, debating whether or not to pleasure myself, when I heard someone enter the office. It was my new friend, and he looked very determined. He told me we weren’t finished, and to lock the office door. So I did. I brought him into the back, and he lifted me up onto the desk. He took my top and bra off without a word.

“Jesus, you’ve got great tits” he said. He sucked my nipples into his mouth one at a time, squeezing and playing with them. I started to moan softly. He spread my knees further apart and stepped between them. Then he lifted me a little, pulled my skirt from under me, and set me back down. He pushed the front of my skirt up to my waist and told me to lean back.

I rested on my elbows, and watched as he ran his hands across the front of my lace panties. He soon pulled those down my legs and off, and I heard him groan. He had seen my hairless pussy, and I knew he liked it. Holding my knees in his hands, sizi dinliyorum izle he leaned forward and kissed my bare mons. His tongue flicked out, and I felt fiery heat lick my clitoris. He slipped his hands up my legs, and used his thumbs to spread my pussy open more, then he buried his face into me, shoving his tongue inside to lap up my juices.

Then he sucked on my clit, nibbling it, and stuck two fingers into me. He used those fingers to fuck my pussy as he licked and bit my clit until I wanted to scream. Suddenly I stiffened as his fingers found a very sensitive area inside and stroked it.

That was it, I orgasmed all over his mouth and fingers, crying out pretty loudly. Before I came back down from my orgasm, he had pulled out his stiff_again cock and draped my heels over his shoulders. He guided his penis to my wet, open pussy, and rammed it deep inside me.

He used one hand to press on my mons, and thrust heavily against me, fucking me roughly. His other hand was on my tits, squeezing my nipples sharply. I raised my hips and tightened my legs, bucking against each hammering thrust, giving as good as I got. At this pace, with this ferocity, it wasn’t long before we both felt our orgasms peaking again. We came together, me with a scream and he with a loud shout, and then we were still. I could feel where his fingers had dug into my skin, and I knew I would have some bruises. Then I realized that so would he!

He slowly took my legs off his shoulders, massaging my hips. His softening cock still embedded in my quivering pussy, he leaned over me and kissed me softly on my mouth. We helped each other clean up, and got dressed again.

Before he left the office, he invited me up to his room again, whenever I wanted. He said he was going to extend his stay, and looked forward to taking me to bed.

It was a great week. Good thing it was off_season, so I wasn’t busy at all _ except sexually! The best part about it was that he didn’t try to leave me a tip when he left 8 days later. Instead, he left a beautiful card, a white calla lily, and his phone number. I don’t know if I’ll ever call him, but if I do, well…..that’ll be another story, won’t it?

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Writers Note: All of these stories are real, from my experiences. I share them here because I have no other place to share them, it would be considered creepy in polite society. I don’t try to describe the details of the girls to the Nth degree. I allow the reader to fill in some details based upon their personal likes and dislikes, that’s what I do when I read your stories… The only thing that have been changed are names and addresses.

This is a follow up to my three part series of Massage Choices in Houston, you should probably read them first.

I feel like I have to circle back and explain that, while I thought My Spa was an exception to the rule, Heaven is currently breaking all the rules. AND I LOVE IT.

When I explained about Heaven, I said that they have the higher door fee, and are in an upscale area, so full service is not (typically) offered. It happened once but it was disappointing and I never saw her again. Well, it happened a few times recently, so I figured I would give a post script.

*****

AMY

About two months ago, I stopped in on a Friday afternoon and Amy was assigned to give me a one hour massage. She is younger than typical for this place, and very pretty. She had on baggy clothes, so I couldn’t really see her body.

I thought that her massage would be different, since when she started she used a completely different body position. Typically the masseuse keeps her body perpendicular to you when she is doing your ass and lower back. Her knees will often contact your side.

Amy lined up alongside me, so there was much more skin to skin contact. She wore a long baggy shirt above a loose skirt. When she kneeled she pulled up her skirt, so her legs contacted my body more than normal.

Next, because of this position, she would stretch out when trying to reach my upper back, this would cause her to rub her tits on my back. Eventually she sat on my ass to continue to work my back. I could feel she just had a thong between her pussy and my ass. When my back was done, she slid backwards and straddled one of my legs, while she massaged my ass.

She went right for it. After just a minute or two she started reaching under and rubbing my balls and then my cock. The massage was over, now it was just foreplay.

Pretty soon she had one hand reaching under me, while the other rubbed my back. She had to lean forward for this. I was reaching my hands back to feel whatever I could. It was then I realized that while baggy, her shirt had a big hole at the top for her head, and I was able to reach in and play with her tits. They were encased in flimsy red lingerie. They felt great, really great, I couldn’t wait to see them.

Finally she stopped, climbed off and whispered in my ear what I have been waiting for. “Please roll over.” I didn’t delay, and she didn’t delay in restarting my hand job.

After a few minutes I realized I needed a pause, so I didn’t finish early, so I got up on my knees to face her directly. I reached down and started to remove her shirt. She didn’t stop me, so I continued. I could now see her large D cup tits, in her red lingerie. The lingerie was pretty, but not pretty enough to block my full view of her tits. It came right off with no protest from Amy. While I was at it, I tried to lower her skirt. I said I was going to just keep stripping her until she stopped me. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her skirt and thong. This is where she stepped in. She was ok with the skirt, but not the tiny see though thong she was wearing.

Once I got the skirt off she sat back and took one of her hands and started rubbing her pussy. She wagged the fingers on her other hand at me in a no – no fashion. So I knew the limits, the thong wasn’t coming off.

However, this didn’t mean that we were going to go back to the hand job either. She had me lay down on my back and wrapped her tits around my cock. Then she laid down so her tits were on my cock, and her head was on my belly.

She then started a move that I had only ever read about. A full body contact slide. She would slide her tits up to my face, while her crotch rubbed up the length of my cock. Then she would reverse until her mouth got down to selling the hamptons izle my cock. Here she would grab it and stroke it a few times with her lips just at the head. Then she would slide up again. During each slide my cock would traverse her entire body, from her mouth, through her tits, to her pussy.

This body slide kept up for a few minutes until I couldn’t take it anymore, and I blew my load mid slide. Just as her tits were re-wrapping them around my cock. It was mind blowing.

This visit was so unbelievable that I called ahead two weeks later, to see if I could request Amy. I asked if she would be available at three. The guy on the phone said he would have to see and call me back. Five minutes later he called me back and accepted the appointment.

I thought this was strange, he had the appointment book right in front of him. As it turns out, she was not scheduled for work at that time. He called her and asked if she could make the appointment. When I got there I actually parked next to her. She remembered me, and we walked in together.

I paid at the desk, and she showed me to my room. But instead of dropping me off to get naked she stayed with me. I started stripping down as she took her winter gear off. (It was Houston in February – it is never that cold, but people from here still wear winter coats, scarves, and hats…)

She was not in a typical massage outfit. She was in a puffy one piece jumper that did not look like something you would want to get massage oil on. But I stripped, and laid down. She started the massage, but it was only 15 minutes before the hand job started.

It started with her caressing and grabbing my balls. Soon I was on all fours getting milked. It was incredible, but it was too early in the hour to blow my load. I already knew she would stop the massage after the orgasm, and just cuddle.

I had a goal of getting her naked this time. When I stopped the milking I kneeled next to her and started to unzip the jumper. I started saying that “Last time I stripped you to your thong, this time I want to take the thong off too.”

However I didn’t have to. She was naked under the jumper, so within 10 seconds of starting to lower the zipper, she was on her back with her legs spread wide.

I could not believe my luck. With my and mouth, I went right for the tits, and started rubbing my dick on her slit. Let me describe her tits a bit. She is a relatively small frame Chinese woman, with great D cup tits. The really didn’t sag at all, but they didn’t feel fake. After three sessions I have handled these puppies so much, if they were fake, I would have noticed.

She seemed ready and interested in fucking. I agreed to her outlandish tip request. I asked her if she had a condom, and she said no. It didn’t seem to give her pause, but I actually had one. I got up from the bed, crossed the room and got the condom out of my pocket. I slipped it on, and slipped right between her legs.

She was so young, beautiful, and tight I was in heaven, but I knew it would not last for long. She had been teasing me for fifteen minutes, I was close to finishing. I just tried to pound as hard and fast as I could to get in as good of a ride as possible. In only a few minutes she was cleaning me up.

I would typically expect her to get dressed, and do a little more massage, since we had time left in our hour. Instead, she wanted to snuggle. She stayed naked and laid down with me. This was actually a little awkward. I didn’t want to get up, since I paid for an hour and had a beautiful naked girl in my arms, but my dick was deflated, so we were not going to have sex again.

A month later I had a severely pulled muscle, and I tried to schedule her for 90 minutes. I was hoping for an hour massage, and then sex. But she was not available and I met Coco.

Coco was also way younger than the typical masseuse at Heaven. She was at least as pretty as Amy, however it is hard to say that anyone’s tits could be more perfect than Amy’s.

Coco came in to massage me, and I did my typical move and rolled onto my back and sat up, while naked.

I showed her my radically inflamed left sense8 izle quad, and asked her to spend some time on it. I sat there naked, while the two of us discussed the swelling in my left quad vs my right. She ran her hands from both of my knees up to my crotch a few times. My left leg was in pain, but when she got to my crotch, my attention changed…

I was hoping that she would work on my leg first, and then do the relaxing massage, but that didn’t happen.

She asked me to roll over on my belly in order to start the massage. She spent a half of an hour massaging my back, and the back of my legs. Then she asked me to roll over.

Once I did, she wasted no time to start playing with my dick. I tried to feel her up, and she started saying “This is our first time together, I don’t know you.” What she was really saying is “How much of a tip will you give me”.

Honestly I was in a lot of pain with my leg, so I wasn’t looking for full service. But I really wanted to get her topless, and maybe naked. I kept saying, no sex, just topless. She quoted a really high number but I refused just to get her topless. We negotiated to a final price. It was agreed she would get fully naked – the cost difference between that and topless was about $20.

I got off the massage bed and retrieved the money from my wallet. She was standing next to the bed when I paid her. I spun her around so she faced me, and started stripping her. I lifted her baggy shirt, and was very happy with the bra encased tits that were presented to me. I then went for the yoga pants and lowered them. I took the thong off next.

I guided Coco back onto the bed, but she was really acting strange. She seemed to be trying to protect herself from me fucking her, even though we agreed to not having sex, just having her nude. This was really awkward. All I wanted was access to the tits, and she was curling up in a ball.

I finally ran through the previous negotiations in my mind and realized we were only $20 away from the Full Service price. So while I didn’t come here hoping to fuck her, $20 would make the time more enjoyable.

I said “Hang on, if I pay you the $160 (instead of $140) we can have sex?”

She said “yes.”

I got up again, followed my hard on to my wallet and got out $20 more. This changed the entire experience. She started stroking me and finally laid down on her back with her legs open for me.

I climbed between her legs, ready to push my dick in and then I asked “do you have a condom?”

She said, to my surprise “No. So make sure you are careful.” Well that was a great invitation to fuck her bareback, but caution took over, and I retrieved a condom from my pocket. My experience with Amy made me realize I should carry one…

I put the condom on, and Coco turned into a tiger, which was far away from where she was $20 ago. She grabbed my cock and pushed it into her. She then grabbed onto my shoulders and helped push on every thrust. She was into it so much and so loud I thought management would come in.

But they didn’t interrupt us and we were able to pound away like this for five minutes, before I came and almost collapsed in exhaustion.

She took the condom off and wrapped it up in tissues and said she would get in trouble if anyone saw it, so I had to take it with me. She proceeded to wrap it up until it was the size of a softball.

We were only about 40 minutes into my hour, so I laid on my back and she started working on my sore leg. I wished we got this over with before the sex, since it hurt so much. She was successful in reducing the pain and the swelling, so I guess it was a win-win.

Since then I have been getting too many massages. They seem to help the leg. I had a 4 hand at My spa (the place that does not give happy endings) I sat their naked explaining to an experienced woman, and a trainee how much my leg hurt. The trainee did the lower half of my body and didn’t realize she was supposed to cover my junk with a towel. When the other woman realized this it sounded like she chastised her in Chinese. I didn’t mind hanging out.

I recently had two more times with Amy. Neither time did we have sex. My leg had almost sewer divers izle healed and I reinjured it. So I went back in a lot of pain and had her massage it. Yesterday I went back again. She made a lot of improvement at the previous visit, and now my pain and swelling were reduced, but still there.

This time she welcomed me and remembered me. She asked me how my leg was, and remembered how it was wrapped up last time. She left the room, and I got naked and laid on my back instead of my belly.

She seemed surprised when she entered the room, but I sat up to talk to her about my leg. She came onto the massage bed and started feeling up my upper left leg, from the knee to the hip, and reached back to my ass to see if those muscles were sore – which they were from limping. She would also reach over and rub my right leg to compare it. Of course from her angle, she would rub her forearms against my cock every time she reached for the other leg. I wasn’t complaining. I asked her to massage the leg first, so we would have the painful part first, then the relaxing part. She agreed.

She then proceeded to work my quad for at least 30 minutes, without covering my cock with the towel for more than a few minutes total. Every once in a while she would rub it with a forearm. She would make it look inadvertent, but she was just trying to keep its attention.

This massage hurt, but it was needed.

After she finished my leg, she had me roll onto my stomach, and started my back. We only had 30 minutes left, so if she was going to massage my back and give me a happy ending we were pressed for time.

She didn’t disappoint. Ten minutes in she started reaching under to rub my cock. Once she got it hard she rolled me onto my back. I immediately started stripping her, and had her naked in a minute. My god, I will never tire of those tits. They are perfection.

There was no negotiating, so I assumed sex was off the table. Just as well since my leg hurt.

She started giving me a great hand job while I played with her tits and ass. I stopped her a few times so I could back away from the edge of coming. Each time I knelt up to face her. I would embrace her and feel her up some more. The second time I laid her on her back. She kept her legs closed, so I moved up so I was kneeling next to her tits.

All the while she was still stroking me.

I don’t know where the request came from but I asked if I could come on her tits. I have never requested that before. Her face may have been better, but I didn’t ask for that. I assumed I would finish myself off while she laid there, but no.

She got up on one elbow and enveloped my dick in her large pillowy tits. She kept rubbing me with her hands and tits until I came. I almost got it in her face, but managed to contain myself to her upper chest and tits.

Wow, it felt great. I collapsed down onto my back while she got up, cleaned herself off, and then cleaned me off.

A final few visit to briefly discuss…

I have actually been a little less than pleased with the overall experience a few times with Amy, since we got to the point where we would jump to the happy ending with no massage. Once she entered the room with me, stripped down while I striped, and then went right into a hand job.

Recently we went at it for ten minutes, but after I finished all she seemed to want to do was cuddle. After ten minutes, she tried to get me hard again. I wished her luck, I am a little old for that. I instead asked her to do more massage. I flipped on my stomach and she massaged me until the 50 minute mark, and then tried to get me hard again.

This time she was successful. It took more effort than usual, but she did get me to cum a second time in that hour.

I now realize I have to manage her time better. I just booked her in advance for a 90 minute session. When we entered the room and each started to strip, I said I had two rules for the day.

1 Lets use the first 30 minutes to fool around until I cum, and then

2 Lets use the remainder of the time with the massage, but I wanted her to get me to come a second time at the end, since she raised the bar so high the previous visit.

It worked well. In five minutes I was in between her legs banging away. Not in her pussy, but just above it with her oiled hands cradling my cock. With that out of the way, she gave me a great massage, and finished up with a hand job. I will try to effectively manage the time with her like this in the future.

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Curiosity was running loose in Alex’s mind. She had just been asked to watch these two people have sex. She could actually watch another couple fucking. Her mind raced at all of the possibilities. Jake was not anywhere to be seen. Alex glanced down at her watch. It was still another 45 minutes before Jake would play. She stood up and cautiously made her way across the room. Though no one was watching her, it felt like hundreds of eyes could see where she was going. Each step stimulated her clit.

By the time Alex reached the storeroom, she was panting. Her inner thighs were wet. She could hear grunting on the other side of the curtain the covered the doorway. Using one finger, she pushed the curtain a little bit to the side. She had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from making any noise.

Behind the curtain were John and Sue. Sue was sitting on an old brown couch. Her skirt had been removed. There were no panties in sight. Her shirt was pushed up around her neck and the bra was open at the front. John’s head was buried between her legs. Alex could see the woman’s hips rocking back and forth. It was as if Sue was riding John’s face. As John shifted his position, Alex could see that he had two fingers inside Sue’s pussy. Her own pussy responded by giving a small gush of fluid. John’s fingers were ramming into the woman hard and fast. Sue’s back arched. Her breathing was ragged. John reached up with his other hand and began to pinch Sue’s nipple. The woman bucked against him, and Alex could see that he was pinching it even harder. Sue continued her shouting and moaning. Alex was pleased to see another woman enjoyed the same thing she did.

“Fuck me! Harder baby! Make me cum for her!”

Alex inhaled sharply. This woman was specifically asking to cum for her. Sue knew she would come watch what was happening behind the curtain. Sue moaning grew louder. Her legs clenched, and she let out a loud scream. John pulled away for a moment, tugging the nipple as he went. It was enough to cause Sue to pull off the couch in the direction he was tugging. Her body followed the tugging until John had her on her feet. He then stood and walked her to the arm of the couch. He grabbed hold of her right leg and bent it. Sue was standing on one leg with her other bent beneath her on the arm of the couch. John undid the front of sıcak kafa izle his pants.

The jeans dropped to the floor. Alex slid her hand down to her own clit in anticipation of seeing John’s cock. She stood in awe when he turned profile. The size of his member was incredible. She wondered how Sue was able to fit it into her mouth. It looked so thick. Alex’s eyes drifted upwards. That is when she noticed that John was looking at her. She froze. There she was holding the curtain open with one hand and playing with her clit using the other. Alex’s gaze met and held John’s.

He gave her a warm smile as his own hand began to stroke his cock. Unconsciously, he other hand found Sue’s exposed pussy. Alex looked to see that he was tugging on the clit. Sue was moaning with each small tug. Her eyes came back to John’s. He nodded his head and turned back to his wife. The massive head of his cock was resting on the lips of Sue’s cunt. She was pushing backwards, moaning for him to enter her.

John looked back to Alex as he put his hands on Sue’s hips. In one motion, he pulled her back, and Sue pushed back. Half of his cock disappeared within her. Sue let out a tremendous moan. Her head flipped back, and she was biting her lip. John pulled his hips away and then rammed himself into her again. Alex could already see Sue’s juices coating the cock. Her own fingers picked up their tempo on her clit.

Sue moaned, “God baby, get it into me. Fuck me harder.”

With the third thrust, John buried himself within Sue. Sue was shaking and whimpering. That was when John began his rapid assault on Sue’s cunt. With each thrust, Alex could see John’s cock entering and leaving Sue. Her pussy lips looked like they were made for stroking his size. Alex met his gaze again. John smiled and motioned for Alex to enter the storeroom. Alex hesitated.

John then grabbed Sue by the hair, causing her back to arch. His thrusts were becoming more intense and faster.

“Baby, we have a visitor,” he groaned aloud.

Sue’s eyes popped open as she screamed through another orgasm. Alex could see more of the juices covering John and now running down Sue’s leg.

Sue began chanting, “Fuck me for her! Fuck me for her!” She pulled her hair away from John and looked to the curtain where Alex was standing. sketchbook izle Alex was mesmerized by the sight of Sue being fucked so thoroughly. Sue’s breasts were dangling and swaying with each thrust. Alex could tell the nipples were puckered and strained, and it made her wonder all the more what it would be like to take then into her mouth. Sue’s gaze met Alex’s. Sue was smiling through her sexual chant.

Though it didn’t seem possible, John moved even faster. Alex heard a growling coming from the man. His legs began to tighten. Now, both of the lovers were staring at Alex. Both in the middle of their orgiastic passion, John grabbed Sue’s hips and pulled her all the way back. Alex could tell by the smaller, jerking thrusts that John was releasing his load within Sue. Sue was moaning was each of the smaller thrusts.

Alex was so close to orgasm. Her clit throbbed beneath her fingertips. She couldn’t believe was she had just witnessed. Just then, John pulled his cock from Sue’s pussy. It was covered with both of their juices and made a plopping noise as it left the woman’s cunt. Alex could see John’s semen running down Sue’s leg. John immediately went to sit on the couch, facing Alex. Sue held her position a moment longer. Though John was panting, his hand began stroking his cock. Alex could not keep her eyes off of his size even after he had come.

“Sue, come sit down. We aren’t finished yet,” said John. He hand was now wet and slick, sliding up and down his shaft.

Sue moved her bent leg off of the couch. She came around to sit on the arm of the couch with her feet planted on the seat cushion next to John.

“You know better than to sit with your legs closed. Open them.”

Sue immediately opened her legs. Without much warning, John pushed his head back between her legs. At her angle, Alex could see John’s tongue cleaning the lips and clit of Sue’s pussy. Alex’s eyes met Sue’s once again. The woman sat panting.

“He likes to taste both of us on me,” said Sue as she began to stroke John’s hair. “Don’t you, darlin’?”

John moaned a yes. His hand had not stopped stroking his cock. His hand moved it from base to tip in a rapid frenzy. Alex was amazed to see a man masturbating so soon after cumming.

“He likes the taste so much he’ll make himself cum again.” sometimes when we touch izle Sue held a huge smile on her face. John’s tongue continued torturing the woman’s clit. Sue leaned her head back and began moaning. She was rocking her hips again John’s tongue. Though not as strong an orgasm as the others, Sue was still twitching from the release of it. That was when John began growling again. Alex could see his legs tighten. His hand began the same smaller jerks that his hips had just performed. The cum began pouring out of his cock. Long, white strands of it shot onto the floor, his legs, and his hand. Alex didn’t think he would ever stop cumming. Finally, the amount being released dwindled. John’s body relaxed back into the couch.

Alex was so engrossed by the scene that she didn’t realize that someone was behind her. She could feel breath on her neck. Her body tensed. She jerked her hand away from her clit and spun around. Jake was the person standing behind her. His gaze met Alex’s.

“I thought you two only put on this show after hours,” he said as he studied Alex’s face. She saw he sniff. He would be able to smell her sex. Alex didn’t know what to do. Her heart was pounding. The man she had been fantasizing about all week just caught her watching another couple fuck. She didn’t know what to do.

Run! Get away before he says anything to you.

“Sorry boss, you know how Sue can be. She wants what she wants. I am just a cock sometimes.”

Sue chimed in, “I asked her to watch. She didn’t look like she was having a bad time finger-fucking herself.”

A slow smile spread across Jake’s lips. Alex dropped her head. She felt ashamed about her behavior. She wondered how she could have behaved this way.

“You’ll never drop your head before me. You’ll always look me in the eye,” said Jake as he lifted Alex’s face with his hand. His eyes were so intense. Alex inhaled sharply. She only had one thought come to mind.

I’m in over my head!

“Now, you should tell John and Sue thank you for the show.”

Alex whispered a thank you and tried to move past Jake. He stepped in front of her again.

“How are those blues?”

Alex shook her head and tried to step past him again.

“Your blues?” he asked quietly. Alex pushed past Jake and ran to the booth. She grabbed her purse and darted towards the door. Her heart was pounding. She couldn’t catch her breath. Alex didn’t remember how she got into her car.

As she as pulling out of the parking lot, she saw Jake standing at the front door of the pub. A moment later, John and Sue joined him. Sue actually waved to her.

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Two weeks later he is relaxing in his room and his phone rings.

“Hello.”

“Art. How are you and Jackie.”

“I could never forget you two.”

“I guess she wasn’t fertile.”

“A trip to Miami sounds nice. I’ve never been there before.”

“I can’t turn down an offer like that.”

“OK, Art. I’ll call you from the airport.”

“Good bye, Art. See you soon.”

Eric packs his bags and heads to the airport.

He arrives in Miami and calls Art.

“Hi Art. I just landed. I’ll take a cab to your house as soon as I get my luggage.”

“Ah, I see. Have you driver call me.”

“OK, see you in a while.”

Art’s driver calls him. They meet at the luggage pick up.

“Good afternoon, sir. My name is Johnson. May I have your luggage tickets.”

“Hi, Johnson. Here you go.”

“Please wait here while I get your bags.”

Johnson returns with his luggage.

“This way, sir”

He follows Johnson.

Johnson opens the back door of a Lincoln Town Car and Eric gets in.

“We should arrive in about twenty minutes, sir. There are beverages in the refrigerator, if you would like.”

“Thanks, I’m fine.”

It looks like Art has some money.

The pull up in front of a mansion. Eric isn’t surprised.

Art’s butler meets them at the front door.

“Good day, sir. My name is Benson, at your service.”

“Thank you, Benson.”

“This way, sir. Mr and Mr. Stone are waiting in the study.”

Art greets Eric with a hearty hello and a man hug.

Jackie grabs him, hugs and kisses him.

She is wearing a semi transparent gown. Her nipples and pussy hair is showing. She is plainly dressed for Eric.

“Thanks for accepting our invitation, Eric. It’s so good to see you again.”

“Good to see you guys too. You are my favorite couple. I think about you often.”

Jackie had a death grip on his arm. She is smiling from ear to ear. H breast is pressed against his arm.

They chat for a while. Jackie is hanging all over him.

Art smiles. His wife will have her wish.

Eric fakes being tired.

“That was a long nasty flight. I could use a shower and a nap.”

“Benson. Please show Eric to his room. Eric, we will call you for dinner. Have a nice nap.”

Jackie’s pussy gets wet. She is going to help Eric nap.

Benson shows Eric to his room. It’s huge. I looks more like an apartment than a bedroom.

He quickly undresses and heads for the shower.

He washes and dries off. He lies on the bed, with his huge cock pointing at the ceiling. He knows Jackie won’t be long.

He looks around the room and notices something strange. He sees a few hidden cameras. You devil, Art. You devil you.

Jackie and Art are watching the monitor.

“He’s all yours baby. Go get him.” ” “Thank you, Daddy. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby. I just want you to be happy.”

Jackie walks out and Art presses the record button.

She knocks on his door.

“Come in.”

She walks up to the bed, stops and looks at him.

“Oh god. What a beautiful hard on you have.”

“See what happens when I think about fucking you.”

“I’m so wet thinking about you, I think I’m leaving pussy juice tracks.”

“Eric, you turn me so much, I had to relieve myself three times.”

“That’s all over now. You have the real thing all ready for your hot pussy.”

She takes his cock in her hand and kisses it. She licks and kisses the head. Slowly, she takes it in her mouth. Eric pulls her around and spreads her legs over his chest. He pulls her up and kisses her pussy. He reaches down and tweaks her nipples. She moans and takes his cock in her throat. Eric kisses and licks her pussy. Her hips start thrusting on his mouth. She thrusts up into her mouth. They bring each other higher and higher. Soon they both cry out as the cum together.

Eric has pussy juice all over his face and in his ears. Jackie is leaking his cum down her chin. Eric turns her around and holds her. They kiss and exchange body fluids. She wiggles around and traps his cock against her pussy lips. She slides her wet pussy up and down his shaft. She reaches down and places his head against her pussy lips.

“In my pussy. I want that magnificent cock in me. She slides down and bottoms out. She cries out and cums on him.

“Oh god, Eric. I came so fast. I’m so hot for you. My pussy is screaming at me.”

“Make me cum in you, baby. I want you full of my cum. Work that magic pussy on me.”

She strokes and squeezes him. His eyes roll back in his head and he moans and groans.

“Yes. Baby. That’s it. That’s that magic pussy I remember. Make me cum. Yes. Yes.”

She cums a few time, bringing his orgasm up. She is crying out with every stroke. He is humping up into her. She slams down on his bone and grinds her clit on it. She squeezes him hard and they both scream out in a mutual orgasm.

“Oh god, baby. I came so hard I think I blew off the head of my cock. Your pussy is amazing.”

“Eric, I missed your cock so much. I haven’t found one nearly as good as yours. I’m so glad you’re here. No one on the planet fucks me as good princess power izle as you.”

She holds his cock in her pussy, knowing he will is ready to go again.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out and drain all your cum in me. You better hang on.”

“Are you threatening me with a good time?”

He flips her on her back and starts stroking and grinding on her. She matches his every stroke. The fuck for an hour. She cums every ten or fifteen minutes. He keeps her cumming and cumming.

“Oh god. Cumming and cumming. So good. Your cock makes me cum so hard. Keep me going. I don’t ever want to stop.”

He brings her up to the edge and holds her there. He is ready to fill her.

“Put my cock head in your cervix. I want to fill your womb. Make my cum go in it.”

“Yes. I want it in my womb. It’s so hot when you cum in it. Now, baby. Fill me with your cum.”

She lines his cock up with the entrance to her cervix and squeezes him hard. He moans and cums in her. She howls and cums with him. She grinds and squeezes him, milking all his cum from his cock.

“Oh god. Oh god. Yes. Hot cum in my womb. Hot. Hot. Yes. Yes. Give it all to me.”

“Take it, baby. Take it all. Take it on your egg.”

His cock stays half hard as he rolls off her. She hugs him and squeezes his cock.

Art smiles as he watches.

“My baby is happy.”

The fuck three more times before dinner. The get up and shower.

Benson knocks on the door. Jackie answers the door.

“Maam, dinner is ready.”

“Thank you, Benson. We’ll be right down.”

“I need to go change, baby. I’ll meet you in the dining room.”

He kisses her good bye.

He goes in the bathroom and takes a shower. He dries off and walks, naked back to the bedroom. He is surprised to see the maid changing the sheets. She if fucking hot. She turns a looks at him. He mouth falls open and she stares at this cock. She turns bright red.

“I’m so sorry, sir. Mrs Stone told me to come in and change the bed.”

“That’s ok. By the way, my name is Eric. What’s yours?”

“I’m Mary. Would you like me to come back later, sir?”

“No, it’s too late now. You’ve seen it all already. Just go ahead with what you were doing.”

He watches her work. He doesn’t hurry to get dressed. He notices she is sneaking looks at his cock. He decides to test the water.

“Mary, come here.”

She walks up to him.

“Yes sir. What can I do for you.”

He takes her hand and puts it on his cock.

“Stroke that for me.”

“Oh my, sir. I’m not sure if I should do that.”

“You will do as I tell you. Now, stroke it.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Is your husbands cock that big?”

“No sir. It’s much smaller.”

“Would you like to have this in your pussy?”

“Yes, sir, but I’m not sure I should. You are here for Mrs. Stone, not me.”

“Are you on birth control?”

“No sir. We seldom have sex. We use condoms. I can’t take the pill.”

“I’ll check with Mrs Stone and see if she minds if I fuck you. If she says ok, I plan on cumming in your pussy.”

“Oh my, sir. I might get a baby.”

“If I tell you to take my cum, you will do it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Now, finish your work. I have to get dressed for dinner.”

They are all seated at the dinner table. A super hot lady serves their dinner. Benson is standing by behind Art.

“Are. I see you surround yourself with very beautiful women.

Art laughs.

“It’s one of the finer pleasures in life that I can indulge in. If Jackie doesn’t mind, feel free to indulge yourself.”

“I don’t mind, Daddy. I’m sure Eric can take care of more than one woman. Just so I get all I want.”

“Thank you. I might just do that.”

“There is an intercom in each room, Just press the right button and they will take care of your every need.”

“Art. Your hospitality is amazing. I never expected anything like this.”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. Tomorrow evening I have invited some of my friends over for a cocktail party. I want you to join us.”

“Oh no. I didn’t bring any clothes for an occasion like that. I’ll have to beg off.”

“Nonsense, I’ll call my tailor. He will be here in the morning.”

“You really know how to make someone feel welcome, Art. Thanks for your wonderful hospitality.”

“I expect some of my guest will be very happy to meet you.”

He gives Eric an evil smile.

Jackie pretends not to notice, but she knows she will be sharing Eric with lots of women.

“I don’t like to make demands on you, but I would like you to stay with us till Jackie is pregnant. We we would be proud to have your child. It’s certainly your choice.”

Art rings a small bell and the cook appears.

“Monica, please bring dessert.”

“Yes, Mr. Stone.”

She brings some apple pie and ice cream.

“Monica. Your cooking skills are legendary. This is the best meal I can ever remember having.”

“Oh my. Thank you, sir. You’re very kind of you to say that. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Art and Eric retire to the study for brandy and cigars. Jackie represent izle leaves to get ready for a night of fucking.

Art and Eric chat for a couple of hours and Eric begs off to go to bed. Art smiles.

“Sleep well, Eric. I’ll see you in them morning.”

He goes up to his room and sees Jackie waiting for him.

“Hi baby. Are you ready for some more cock?”

“I’m ready all the time for you, sweetheart. You know I am so hot for you. Your cock is addicting. I can’t get enough of it.”

“Take your clothes off and then take mine off. I want to see you naked again.”

She obeys.

“Remember when you stood and came for me in Vegas?”

“Oh yes. I remember. That was hot.”

“Do it again for me. I love looking at your cum face.”

She sucks on her finger and reaches down. He pushes it in her pussy. She moans. She sticks another in and her knees go weak.”

“Remember, us both hands. Go fast. I want you good and wet for me. I want to see cum juice running down your legs.”

“Oh yes, baby. I like cumming like this for you.”

He walks up to her and pulls her in front of the mirror.

“Now we can both see you cum. You can see how beautiful your cum face is.”

“Oh yes. I’ve never seen my self cum.”

“Go fast baby. Hurry. I want you. I want in your pussy. Hurry.”

She rubs faster and faster. She is moaning and groaning.

“Oh yes. I’m almost there. Help me please. Pinch my nipples. Make me scream.”

He holds her breasts and pinches her nipple hard. She squeals and rubs faster.

“Yes. I’m cumming. Pinch me. Yes. Yes. Cumming. Oh yes.”

He catches her from falling and carries her to the bed. He immediately starts licking and sucking her pussy. She screams and cum in a few seconds.

He keeps pinching her nipples hard as he eats her out. She cums faster and faster. Her orgasms run together and it’s one big one for her.

He screams echo through out the house. He keeps her cumming and cumming.

Finally, he lets her stop. She is gasping and twitching.

He quickly mounts her and thrusts in her in one quick stroke. She screams and cums again. He takes her hard, slamming her clit with his bone. She goes completely crazy. He legs are flailing in the air and her head is rolling from side to side. Her drool is running on the pillow.

“OH god. Oh god. Oh god. Yes. Yes. Yes. I’m cumming so hard. So hard. Yes Yes.”

He feels his cum building and he speeds up.

“Here is comes, baby. Take it. Hold my cock on your cervix and take it.”

‘Yes. Give it to me. Please fill me up. Please Please. Put your seed in me. Yes. Yes.”

He gives one final grind and pins her to the mattress. He howls and gives her squirt after squirt in her cervix. She cums with him.

“Eric. I have never came like that. You are so good with your cock. So good. I love your cock in me like that.”

“Your beautiful body and hot pussy make me go wild. You are so fucking hot.”

“Eric, how am I supposed to find someone as good as you. I can’t keep you here forever. You have ruined me for other men. You are so good and bad.”

“I’m so happy when I’m with you. You are the hottest fuck I ever had.”

I’m glad I make you happy. I guess I can’t expect to have fillet mignon all the time.”

They cuddle for a while.

“I want you again, Eric. I want you over and over.”

He fucks her five more times before they fall asleep.

He wakes at about 9am in the morning. He is alone in bed. He calls Benson on the intercom.

“Benson. Where is Mrs. Stone?”

“Sir, she and Mr. Stone have some functions to attend today. They will return at dinner time. Is there anything else I can do for you, sir.”

“No thank you, Benson. I’ll call you if I need you.”

He presses housekeeping on the intercom. Mary answers.

“Mary. Please bring some clean bedding up.”

“Yes sir. Right away.”

He takes a quick shower and waits for her to show up.

She knocks and comes in. He is standing, naked. She blushes.

“Good morning, Mary. Please change the bedding. It is a mess.”

“I see that, sir.”

He waits till she is done.

“Mary. Do you see what’s on those sheets?”

“Yes, sir, I see it.”

“What is that, Mary?”

“It’s from you and Mrs. Stone.”

“Smell it. Mary. Hold it to your nose.”

She blushes.

“Yes, sir.”

“Does that smell good?”

“Yes, sir. It smells like sex.”

“Lick it, Mary. Tell me what it tastes like.”

“It tastes like sex, too, sir.”

“Are you ready to take my cum, Mary?”

“Yes, sir. If Mrs. Stone said it was ok, I’m ready.”

“Take off your clothes, Mary. I want to see you like your husband does.”

She slowly takes her clothes off.

“Do you suck your husbands cock?”

“Sometimes sir. Usually he just get on me and cums quickly.”

“Does he ever eat your pussy?”

“No sir. He thinks it’s dirty.”

“How long since you had a cock in you?”

“It’s been months, sir.”

“Come here and get on your knees.”

She obeys.

“Kiss my cock.”

She obeys.

“Take it in your rick and morty izle mouth and suck in it.”

“Yes sir.”

“Take all you can down your throat.”

She takes about half and gags.

“It’s too big, sir. I cant take all of it.”

“Keep sucking till I cum in your mouth.”

“Yes sir.”

She sucks and licks. He unloads in her mouth. She swallows most of it. Some runs down her chin onto her breasts.

“Does that taste good?”

“Yes, sir. It’s very good.”

“Let’s put some in your pussy.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Where, Mary. Tell me what your want and where.”

“In my pussy, sir. I want your cum in my pussy.”

“Did you know that Benson is recording us fucking? I saw the cameras in here.”

“Oh my, I didn’t know that. I hope he doesn’t show anyone.”

Eric lays on the bed, His cock is at full mast.

“Come and take my cock. I want to cum in you.”

She gets on the bed and sits on his legs. She takes it in her hand and smiles.

“I’ve never had one this big. I think I’m going to be bigger when we are through.”

He reaches up and tweaks her nipples. She squeals and humps on him.

‘It’s time. Take my cock. Slide it in your pussy and make me cum in you.”

She raises up and lines her pussy up with his cock. She touches it with her pussy lips and pops the head in.

“Oh my. It’s so big. It’s stretching my pussy lips way out.”

He flexes and she cums.

“Oh yes. I just came on it. Oh yes. That was so good.”

“Take more. Slide it all the way in. Push it against your cervix. I want my cum in there.”

“I shouldn’t but I can’t stop. It feels too good. I’ll take your cum. I’ll take it.”

She slowly takes it all and hits her cervix. She screams and cum on him.

‘Oh yes. Yes. Yes. So good. Your cock is so good. It’s so big and good.”

“Hold it on your cervix and squeeze it. Make me cum with your pussy muscles.”

She starts milking it. She moans and groans. Her pussy muscles are strong and his cum rises.

“I’m ready to breed you. Take my cum in your womb. Put it on your seed.”

“Oh yes. Breed me. Make a baby in me. I want your cum and your baby. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

He unloads in her. His seed goes in her womb and looks for her egg. They both howl and cum together.

“Oh yes. Your cum is so hot. I’m sure I’m bred now. Your cum went right in my womb. I could feel it go in. It was wonderful. You fuck so good. I’m glad you chose me. I have never cum so hard. Thank you. Thank you.”

“We can fuck some more, later. I want to make sure your are bred.”

“Oh good. I want to be sure too. I’ve never had a baby before. I think I’ll like it. I’ll be proud to have yours.”

“Let’s shower and you an go back to work, OK?”

“You can come and change the sheets tomorrow morning. How does that sound?”

She laughs.

“It’s my job, sir. I do the housekeeping. I also do some of the fucking, thanks to you.”

They shower and she leaves.

He decides he want to fuck the cook too.

He pushes kitchen on the intercom.

“Monica. Could you please bring breakfast to my room?”

“Yes, sir. It will be about fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you, Monica. I’ll be waiting.”

He stays naked waiting for her.

She knocks and he opens the door. She gasps and walks in.

“Sir. You’re naked. I didn’t expect that. Please forgive me.”

“Put the food over there.”

“Yes sir.”

She turns and looks at his cock. She is spell bound.

“Wait here till I finish, Please.”

“Yes sir. I’ll wait.”

He sit and starts eating.

“Monica, come here and sit with me. I want you to feed me.”

She smiles.

“My pleasure, sir.”

She know what is going to happen. Her pussy gets wet and her nipples pucker.

‘Are you wearing panties?”

“Yes sir.”

“Take them off and give them to me.”

“Yes sir. I’ll give my panties to you. Is there anything else you want?”

“Soon. I’ll want all your clothes. I want you to feed me first.”

She site beside him and slowly feeds him. She smiles all the time.

“Why are you smiling?”

“I think we are going to fuck soon.”

“Yes, we. I wanted to fuck you since I saw you last night.”

“I wanted you too. You are so beautiful. I love looking at your hard body. Mrs. Stone has good taste.”

“Are you on birth control?”

“No sir. I can’t take the pill. It makes me sick. My husband and I use condoms.”

“I plan on cumming in your pussy. I want to breed you. I’m going to full you with my cum.”

“I Know. Mary told me you would do that. I want your cum in me You can breed me if you want. She says your are a wonderful lover. I’ll gladly take your cum.”

“Good girl. I like women that are eager to get bred. I’ll be here till Mrs. Stone is bred and I expect to breed all of you.”

“We are happy to have you here sir.”

“Take your clothes off now, it’s showtime. Show me your pussy.”

She stands and takes her clothes off. She if fucking hot.

“I want to suck your big cock first. Then I’ll fuck you and take your cum.”

He lays on the bed as he did with Mary. She looks at his huge cock.

“I’ve never seen a cock so big. I hope it’s not too big. My pussy is kinda small.”

“It will fit. Your pussy will just have to stretch to let it in.”

She kneels between his legs and sucks his cock up. He tweaks her nipples hard. She cries out.

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