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“How can I help you?” You ask as I walk into the Massage parlor.

“Hi, yes, I’d like to get a massage… do you have time now?” I ask as I am walking to the counter.

“Have you even been here before?” you ask as you flip through your appointment book. “No, I haven’t but I’ve had a long week and sure could use some pampering.”

You laugh, “Sure, no problem, I’m available right now. You can leave your jacket on the hanger over there. Would you please follow me?”

I take my jacket off and hang it up, following you into the next room. Walking into the room, I immediately smell the soft scent of jasmine, feel the warm glow of the candles and hear the light relaxation music wafting through the air. In the center of the room is the massage table with a towel on it.

“You can change and place your clothes over there. Please fully undress, lie on the table, face down, and cover yourself with the towel.” You say as you leave the room for a moment, closing the door behind you. I take my shirt and pants off, folding them and putting them on the table. Then I pull my socks of followed by my underwear. Getting on the table, I cover my backside with the towel when I hear the knock at the door.

“Ready” I say and you walk into the room. I take a quick look and notice you have taken off your sweater and are now wearing a t-shirt and tight white pans showing off your fit body. You turn around to prepare the oils and I can’t help looking at your ass and the way the pants are tight and slightly spread your cheeks apart before smoothly moving up to your waist. I think to myself that I better relax or I may have an embarrassing moment!

You turn around and fold the towel down so that the small of my back and the beginning of my but cheeks are showing. I lay my head down on the massage table and I feel the drops of warm oil drizzling on my back before I feel the touch of your hands. You start in the center of my back sliding your hands outwards. I think to myself, Wow.. she has strong hands for such a petite girl.

I let a moan escape as I your hands move to my shoulders, your thumbs digging in and working the knots in my back. My eyes close and my breathing is calm and easy. Standing at my head, you lean forward, to push your hands down my back. I can feel your stomach just touching my head and I can smell the scent of your perfume.

You move to my lower back and start to massage me. Each time your hand circles lower and lower until you reach my butt cheeks. You run your hand back just over the top of my butt, under the towel and then down to my thighs. As you do this, I can feel your side pressing Escort bayan against my hip. I can’t help it, but I feel myself stiffen just a little bit as it presses itself against the table. I will myself to calm down.

Moving to my legs, you sprinkle more oil on them and run your hands over my thigh and down my calf to my foot. You then go back up the other side, one hand on the outside and one on the inside of my leg. You keep on going higher and higher, under the towel.

I lightly flinch as your finger tip brushes up against my balls before you move back down the leg. You repeat the action on the other leg, acting as if you didn’t even notice, and then again your fingertips slide up the inside of my thigh and touch me again. This instantly makes me hard and I start to try to calm myself down, knowing that you’ll probably be asking me to turn over soon.

Sooner than I thought… “Please turn over” you say softly, lifting up the towel so that it blocks your view of me so I can turn around… “Uh, ok…” I say and lay on my back. You drape the towel back over me and stop. Even though you let go of the towel, it’s in the shape of a tent. You smile, “don’t worry, it happens all the time… shall I continue?”

“Yes, please” I manage to say.

Dripping oil on my chest you begin to massage me. Now I can get a good look at you. Your hair is loose and draping over your shoulders, framing your face as you are leaning over me. Your t-shirt is a little tight, showing the curving of your small breasts. Even though it’s warm in the room, I can see a hint of your nipples pushing through the fabric of your shirt. When you push down on me, I can see your shirt slightly lifting, exposing just a glimpse of your hip and the edge of your pants.

You move to get more oil and your elbow hits my erection, making it wobble back and forth under the towel. You reach out and grab it to steady it. As you pull away, your finger traces down the underside.

“This is obviously not going away” you say looking down at me, “would you like me to take care of it?”

My eyes widen, “oh my god, YES!”

“That will be an extra $50 for the special package”

“Of course, no problem!”

“very good” you say with a sly smile.

Oiling your hand, you start at my chest and slide your hands down, and then back up and then down, sliding under the towel so that your fingers are in my pubic hair. Moving your hands back up, you go back down until your hands are on the outside of my shaft. They slide down a little further and cup my balls before moving back up to wrap themselves around me.

I Bayan Escort let out a moan as you move your head down to my stomach. You give me kiss below my belly button and then another on a little lower. All the while, your hands are slowly massaging my meat, not jerking it off, just holding and squeezing. Your kisses get to the edge of the towel and you grab the edge with your teeth and lift it off of me… exposing my cock.

Removing your hands, you pour oil on one and then rub them together before wrapping them around me again. This time, you begin to stroke it, moving up and down in long wet strokes. I can hear the squishing of the oil and I can feel the heat of your hands. By now, my meat is rock hard. You take one hand and pull back my foreskin, exposing the head. With the other hand, you rub the head in circles. I let out a moan of pleasure as little jolts of electricity jolt down my cock through my body.

“Would you like me to remove some clothing?” you ask me in between strokes…”It’ll be $10 per item.”

“Yes, your top” I whisper…

You step back and lift your shirt above your head. Your tits are so cute, nipples standing out as you lean forward to stroke me some more.

One hand is sliding up and down the length of my cock and you move your hand to massage my balls. Slow strokes, with a hand over the head whenever you see a little bit of pre cum leak out.

“Your pants.. now”, my hands are clenching the towel underneath me.

Stepping back, you undo the button of your pants and let the zipper down, exposing a your white panties. You wriggle out of your pants and kick them to the side. Your petite body is so fine, the slight hips and smooth flat stomach. I can just make out the outline of your lips through the material in the front … and as I catch the curve of your ass and my mouth begins to water.

You begin to fuck my cock with your hand a little faster, you hand moving up and down and your tits jiggling with each stroke. I push my hips forward… and then you stop.

Leaning down, you lick your lips as your mouth approaches the tip of my dick. Your tongue slips out and the tip circles the hole, with the circles getting wider until you are licking around me like an ice cream cone. Suddenly, your mouth is covering the head, with your tongue still licking me. You can taste the saltiness mixed with the oil and now it’s your turn to let a little moan out.

“Mmmmm…. Your panties…” I croak.

Your pull your mouth off with a POP and step back. Sliding your panties down, I can see that the material that was between your legs is wet. Your pussy Escort is shaved smooth and your lips slightly shine in the candle light exposing your wetness to me.

Before I can say anything, you climb on the table to straddle me. As you lift your leg over me, I glance down between your legs and see your lips spread and the pink of your pussy before you are on top of me. Taking the oil, you squirt it on my stomach and chest. With one hand on my shoulder, you begin to rub yourself on my body while the other hand finds me again to keep on stroking.

Back and forth you move, our slick bodies sliding over each other. I reach my hands up and place them on your ass, my fingers finding the crack and spreading you open. I begin to slide my fingers deeper, and letting them rub between your lips with each slide of your body.

“Mmmm” you moan “that’s another $10”

Pushing your hips back, my cock begins to rub up against your soaking pussy and over your ass crack, back and forth, back and forth.. you move your hip back slightly and with your hand your position my cock so that with one hard push of your body, my cock is buried deep inside your cunt. You stop for a second, letting me feel your heat and you the fullness of me inside you.

You pull me out and I let out a breath of shock… sitting back on my thighs, you take my meat in your hands a begin to jerk me hard, letting it rub against your stomach and mound.

You stroke harder… and faster.. and harder, squeezing and pulling with each stroke.

“Shit! I’m gonna cum!”

You slow down to Hard long strokes as my hips buck. You squeeze my cock as the first spurt of cum leaps from the head onto your stomach.

Straightening my cock, the next shot flies straight in the air before landing on your hand. The next load spills out of me, covering your hand with wet hot white cum. You pull and stroke every drop out of me until my body is limp and my breathing is hard.

Sliding off the bed, my cock still in your hand, you move your head down and begin to lick the cum off your hand until you get to my still pulsing meat. You take it all the way in your mouth….deep, and I can feel your tongue licking around my shaft. You suck me dry and then lick your fingers to get every last drop before taking a finger and gathering the cum that had made its way from your stomach to between the lips of your pussy.. mixing with your wetness. Before putting it in your mouth, you seem to change your mind and put your finger in my mouth. I hungrily lick your finger clean, tasting you and me and the oil.

“The taste of me was for free…” you smile… “Here’s a towel and get cleaned up, I’ll meet you in the front and you can pay”.

I turn my head to see you walking away, getting one last look at your ass and pussy lips outlined by the candle light as you leave the room.

Worth every penny.

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Oh no! I came too quickly! And for the third time in a row … something wasn’t right.

Sex between me and Tammy was wonderful, up till last week, that is, when I started prematurely ejaculating.

I was starting to panic so I went to visit my doctor and he told me that it was normal. It could be the result of many different factors; some kind of mild prostate infection being the most common.

He sent me off to o the normal tests and when I came back to him with the results he looked at me nicely and explained that it was indeed a minor prostate infection that needed antibiotics. He also said that prostate massage would also help heal quicker and suggested that I find a medical center that offered it.

I hesitated for a couple of days but was eager to resume my sex life with Tammy. But Tammy had other plans and immediately began seeing another guy — oh well … what a bitch and what a blow to my ego!

I went anyways. I was living in the valley in Los Angeles at the time so I looked for one that would be nearby and called and made a reservation. When I did arrive there, I was greeted by a pretty receptionist and hoped in my fantasy that she would be the one delivering me from my troubles. However, she explained that it would cost $60 per session, I paid and then she led me into a room where I waited until a solemn looking, young male doctor walked in and began explaining the procedure. I nodded and he took out a rubber glove and some gel and asked me to take my pants and underpants off and lie face down with my hind raised up on a clinic bed.

I fled the room, I fled the center and I ran home – I did not claim the money back! No man was going to touch my asshole; no man! And pay for it too? Who or what do you think I am?

On the corner of my road, Ventura Canyon Avenue, there were three newspaper vending boxes and sometimes there would be free copies of these classified ad newspapers, so I picked one up and walked into my home. I took off my clothes, showered and dressed in shorts and sat on my large, comfortable sofa and started flicking the pages when my eye caught something that read as follows:

Tantric Massage, relax and enjoy. Do you need your sexual energy checked? Do you need your sex life to improve? Do you need a prostate milking? Call me on …………. And let’s talk.

“Hello,” the female voice on the other end of the line said.

“Hi, I’m Alex, and I read your ad.”

“Hi, I’m Jane. How can I help?”

“It says here that you do prostate…” I hesitated before saying the corny word, “milking?”

“Yes, I do,” her voice was beginning to sound sexier by the second. Anything would be after that, that, that DOCTOR!

“Well I have a prostate infection and I need to have it massaged. Do you do that?”

“Ah hah,” was her reply.

“Em, can I know the rate?”

“It’s fifty dollars per session and we also work on your stamina and sexual energy by Tantric massage.”

As it turned out it was two blocks away so I walked over not knowing what to expect. I walked into her three-story building and rang the bell.

A blonde woman in her thirties opened the door. She was petit but very curvaceous and ever so slighly on the heavier side — not even chubby, though. I liked women like that; real women Escort bayan not the kind you see in ads. She was wearing a tank top and slacks, both an off-white color. Her eyes were blue and her face was very kind. She smiled and ushered me in, “You must be Alex,” she said.

I nodded and sheepishly walked into her dark apartment only lit with candles. She had two chairs facing each other and a nice big exercise mat on the floor. She asked me to sit down and give her my medical report and then she began explaining to me the whole deal.

“You have to understand that tantra is not an act of sex. It is an exercise that helps you channel your sexual energy into its right form. You will learn how to breathe properly and I will massage your prostate and your genitals on a regular basis so that you can better return to and improve on your sexual health. This will take about six weeks at three sessions a week. Is that acceptable”

I nodded.

“So please undress and relax on the mat while I prepare.”

I took my clothes off and lied face down, feeling the shame. A minute later, she walked back in, stark naked, her blonde bush leading the way. She got on her knees right next to me and asked me to sit up on my knees and face her. I did, full erection in order. I tried to cover it but she softly said give me both your hands. She took them and said, “I want you to close your eyes and breathe heavily and slowly. Take air through your nose and blow out of your mouth real slow.”

Her hands felt like heaven. They were warm and soft and I honestly felt I could hold them forever. I did what I was told and we stayed that way for what must have been at least ten minutes. I didn’t mind; I wanted her hands in mine.

“I want you to lie on the mat, face down and I want you raise your buttocks just a little, if you don’t mind.”

I did what I was told. I then felt a warm fluid run down my butt crack and felt a finger massaging the rim of my asshole. It was ecstatic. She circled for a few seconds then penetrated me and a second later she hit my prostate. I gasped in pleasure as she varied the pressure on it and circled it and withdrew and then repeated the motions. She then cupped the tip of my erect penis and withdrew.

“You have a lot of fluid release. You must be going through a tough time,” she said.

“Yes,” I could barely mumble.

“Well, turn over, I want to time you!” she asked me politely, me not knowing what the hell she meant by that.

She picked up a larch stopwatch and said, “You’re going to enjoy this. Just relax.”

I felt some warm liquid being spilt on my pounding cock and then her hands began to lubricate me. It took me five seconds to cum! I was so embarrassed I couldn’t look her in the eye.

“Feel no shame, young man, this is completely normal. I will help you through this,” she said as she began cleaning the cum of my pubes and stomach. She finished then said, “I want you to shut your eyes, relax and breathe as same as before.”

I did as I was told. I felt her lubricating my cock again until I was intensely erect and then she let go of me for a few seconds.

The feeling of her pussy around my cock was heaven. I opened my eyes and she was riding me. “Ah, ah, close your eyes,” she said, “and let me Bayan Escort do all the work.”

She must have gone up and down about ten times when I exploded again. She got off me and lay next to me and kissed me on the cheek. “Don’t worry, we will have you up and running in no time. Can you turn over on to your face?”

I did and she gave me what seemed to be the most beautiful massage in the world. My first hour was then over.

“I just have a question,” I said as I left her apartment, “no condoms?”

“Your medicals say that you are HIV negative and I take care of the other things. Is that going to be a problem for you?”

And even if it was I shook my head.

“Just promise me that you won’t be being naughty these days and we’ll be ok!”

“Do I look like I can even if I wanted to,” I laughed.

I couldn’t stop grinning on my walk back home. Now that’s a prostate massage if I’ve ever needed one, I kept on thinking to myself; hell, I even got laid — no that she did!

Our sessions continued with the same outcome for about four weeks, whereby I was very slowly improving. I would last two or three minutes when she rubbed me using her hands and another two or three minutes when she let me inside her.

Then one day, she was rubbing me. It must have been after about twelve or thirteen sessions and I stood my ground. It must have taken about ten minutes for me to cum!

“Voila!” she merrily screamed in delight, “now we’re getting places. Both your medication and the tantra have started to work. Our next part should be fun.”

She mounted me and held my cock in her hand and guided me in while sitting on me slowly. She then began her usual movements but his time I also shared by pumping. Then as she was in a risen position, I held her ass and held her that way and began to pump, slowly at first but within a couple of minutes I increased my pace. I opened my eyes to look at her face and this time her eyes were closed, for the first time! I then swiftly took her body closer to me and rolled her underneath me, changing positions. I then pushed my arms to the floor rising myself and took one leg and rested it on my shoulder and did the same with the other. She opened her eyes wide open in surprise. I then began pumping with a vengeance; she closed her eyes again.

She began panting, “I … think … I’m … I’m … ” and her orgasm completely engulfed her as her pussy spasms squeezed my cock over and over again. Her eyes were rolled back and she shuddered violently. I was still pumping and decided not to stop. But I released her legs from on top of my shoulders and lay her down to fuck in a missionary position. I began to kiss her and she responded. Tongue in tongue and lip on lip the kiss was vicious.

“Harder,” she panted at one point and I increased pace to a frantic rate and I almost yelled as I came. I felt the juices come out of my cock in monumental quantities. Her orgasm was just as violent with her body shaking madly underneath me. Then we lay in each other’s arms for I honestly don’t know how long.

The remaining two weeks, our fucking was reaching Olympic pace. I was never better in my life. I was fucking for thirty minutes straight before achieving orgasm and our sessions had to be extended in Escort length. She insisted that I had to cum at least twice per session so I stayed with her a good two hours every time; no extra charge! She even threw in a blow job here and there.

On my last day, I asked her out and she refused! I told her I wanted to buy her dinner on a friendly basis so she reluctantly agreed not to hurt my feelings. I took her to the best restaurant in town and we were seated in the best seat in the house. It was all small-talk up to the point we finished our meals. I was feeling a little hurt she had rejected me initially so I decided to talk about it.

“Why didn’t you want to go out with me,” I asked quite frankly.

“You have understand that this was purely business, for me,” she said matter of factly.

“How professional!” I was being sarcastic.

“Look,” she explained, “I was curing you. This wasn’t sex. It was treatment.”

“But I came in your cunt,” I was now angry, “you shook in spasms. You screamed. You were cumming right left and center and you say it wasn’t sex.”

She smiled one of her warm smiles then said, “I need a favor. Would you do it?”

She wants a favor, she says! After she humiliates me, she asks for a favor! How fucking convenient, but I was curious. I agreed and she asked me to pass by her place the next day at six.

She opened the door and ushered me in. We sat facing each other.

“I want to introduce you to a patient of mine. Her name is Aoki. She’s from Japan and she’s been coming to me for a few months now. She was having trouble with her orgasms but has yet to test it with a real man. Will you do the honors?”

“What?” I was confused.

“I need you to fuck a patient of mine, ” she said, using dirty language for the first time since we met.

I was quiet then said to myself, what the fuck, might as well. I nodded.

“Aoki,” she called out and from behind the door to her private quarters, an area I had never ventured into, came out this young Japanese woman, smiling shyly. She was gorgeous. She was also small, but slim and very curvaceous and very naked with a shaved pussy. She looked like a doll. “Come and lie down on the mat, dear as Alex here takes his clothes off.

I did what was told of me by taking off my clothes then I immediately went down on Aoki, landing my face right on her thighs. I decided I was not going to waste time! I began by lightly licking her thighs and after a couple minutes worked my way up to her cunt. I couldn’t believe what I was smelling. Her cunt smelt so, so, so good, it was outrageous. I began to lick her outer labia then moved in to her pussy lips and licked them lightly in an upward motion. A couple of minutes later I was circulating her clit.

Her orgasm was intense and she made noises that drove me crazy. Crazier still were the smells that came out of her pussy as juices gushed out of her. I licked and swallowed every drop of anything that left her body. I then mounted Aoki and penetrated her. Her pussy was different. The texture was amazing and the warmth and moisture felt different from anything that I have ever experienced. She clenched her muscles in a movement that I had never experienced up to that point.

Her face was incredibly cute and her body was to die for.

We each had four orgasms and went at it till ten o’clock at night.

Aoki and I were married in Vegas one week later.

Our savior was there to witness it. I had done her no favors at all.

She had saved my life.

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“I thought you didn’t like beer,” he said.

The Hefeweizen was good. Cara leaned forward to grab his glass and took a drink of the murky liquid. He sat lazily in the booth and smirked at her, arms crossed over his chest. It was noisy with the din of conversation throughout the South Water Kitchen. But the lounge was classy and comfortable and it was connected to his hotel lobby…plus there was a pool table. Which for this night, was exactly what he wanted.

Cara set the glass down and smiled back. “I just like your beer,” she countered.

“But you’re a beer snob,” he challenged again, shifting, but keeping his arms crossed.

“Oh, that’s not fair.” She raised her eyebrows in defense. “Just cause I’m from Portland doesn’t mean I know micro-brew.”

He frowned teasingly. “Like hell it doesn’t.”

God, she was easy to rile up, and he liked watching her skin flush as she took the challenge. She leaned forward in the seat across from him, and he knew she wasn’t ready to give up yet.

“Beer snob my ass… you’re the one with the artisan beer obsession!”

Cara’s eyes narrowed again. She knew he wasn’t really high maintenance, but he also had a preference for a privately bottled, hard to find lager and hell if she’d let him get off without playing that card.

Tom laughed thru his nose, and put his hands up in the air. “All right, all right, ease down turbo.”

Cara smiled in victory and looked away. A sweep of auburn hair fell across one temple covering the corner of her eye. She sat relaxed, but her body was tight with excitement…. warm, even in the air conditioning.

Tom watched her fiddle with her watch, twisting it back and forth. He knew from experience it meant she was nervous. It had been a long time since college — almost 14 years since he’d seen her. They’d met junior year, working together, and quickly became friends. He had flashes of memories — moments in time with her. Boating on a lake…trail biking in the woods…lying on the floor of his apartment studying…crying gently to her about a breakup…getting coffee for her (cream, no sugar) in the student union….seeing her sleep in his lounge chair, wrapped in a sheepskin blanket. He’d watch her when she didn’t know he was looking. Watch her calves flex going up the stairs, or see her T-shirt pull against her breasts when she twisted sideways.

They even teetered on more. Hugs that lasted too long, her body touching the full length of him. Massages that drifted off his back, caressing his hips, down his hamstrings…feeling her hands on the inside of his thighs, but not any higher. She’d dated someone else and he’d never butt in, never asked her to question that relationship or tell him what she truly thought of theirs. And then they graduated and moved on.

They had barely connected with Christmas cards, and then more so with Facebook. He knew she had her own company doing event planning and corporate meetings. But unlike his frequent traveling, he knew she was rarely away from Portland. Then, she texted last week rambling on about speaking at an industry conference.

Now she’d flown to Chicago for the conference and he had driven in for a partner meeting. And for the first time in almost 2 decades they were in the same place at the same time – and he wanted every possible minute with her.

“Oh geeze…now what are you thinking?” she asked with wry alarm.

Cara watched his thoughts spinning behind light blue eyes. He was just as she remembered — wry, playful, confident, smart. Taller than she thought and still in shape with strong molded shoulders and trim waist. Tousled brown hair, short at the temples and mussed along his forehead. She hadn’t thought of him in so long, but felt the contentment of being with him now. She found herself intensely curious of his life…his achievements, what made him laugh, what he did on Saturday mornings. There were so many things she wanted to ask. She watched patiently for small flares of his masculinity…his Adam’s apple when he talked…the sinews of his forearm when he rotated his hand…the deep rumble in his throat as he hummed instead of saying “yes.”

Tom leaned forward and looked right at her. “Pool. I wanna shoot pool. With you.”

Cara raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly before answering.

“All right.”

She got up, smoothing the sides of her skirt over her thighs and straightening the tank top. Tom unfolded himself from the bench seat and followed her to a rack of cues. He pushed up his sleeves and grabbed a wallet from the back pocket of tan cargo pants. Peeling out a $5 bill, he paid the bartender and brought over a rack with 15 balls. Cara held a wooden triangle out for him.

“Any rules?” she quizzed him.

“You know what they are.”

She smiled lazily. “You think you can distract me?”

He hoped to God so. “We’re about to find out.”

As Tom finished with the setup and started to break, Cara went to the opposite end of the table, directly above his shot, and cocked her head gently Escort bayan to one side. Tom smirked as the cue ball slammed into the tight stack, scattering it across the table.

Nothing went down so Cara wandered the edge looking for the best shot.

“Six ball. Side pocket.”

Tom was a good three feet away but as she leaned over the table, Cara felt the end of his cue slide gently up her calf. She smiled, but took the shot and sank it. She stood and looked at him through her eyelashes, smirking gently.

He chuckled. “All right hot shot, go again. So you still play?”

She shook her head. “Been a long time…”

“Well, it’s just like….. You know.”

“yea….bike riding,” she answered.

“Mmmmm. Something like that.”

She called for the four ball corner pocket, but it meant a shot down the near rail — difficult for a right handed player. With her right foot on the ground, she propped her left hip on the side of the table and swung the cue around her back.

“Ohhhhh, nice,” he drawled.

“They’re your damn rules. My foot’s touching the floor.”

He chuckled again and gestured with his hand. “Take your shot.”

Tom watched the furrow in her brow as she concentrated. With both arms behind her and leaning back for the shot, her breasts pushed forward making the orange cotton fabric taut. They were smooth and round, held in (he guessed) padded satin, not lace. “Damn….,” he muttered under heavy breath, and she knew he was looking. It was enough to throw her. The ball nicked the corner without going in.

“Shit,” she said climbing off the table. But she knew she’d started to get to him. “You’re up handsome,” as she took a few steps to give him room.

Thomas paused, feeling tightness in his thighs. “That’s about right,” throwing a glance at her. He looked back at the table, but he’d already chosen his next move. “Nine ball. Corner pocket.” He flexed a shoulder and brought the stick down hard. He hadn’t given her time to get near him and the ball went down fast. As he set up for the next shot, Cara circled the table the opposite way and met him on the other side.

He could feel the heat of her, as she got close. Leaned over the table, he cocked his head to look at her. She smirked at him, her eyes glistening. She did like this. He saw the flush in her cheeks…the shallow breathing thru parted lips. “Twelve ball. Near pocket,” he said quietly. It was a bank off the far rail and he needed a second to set up the angle. Cara slid her warm hand under the collar of his pullover and stroked the back of his neck, dragging her fingertips thru the nape of his short hair. God it felt good. He had a flash of memory from years before — the same smooth fingers doing the same teasing thing. He let his breath out slowly as his head drooped, enjoying her touch. He let her caress him another moment before drawing back the stick. The cue ball made the ricochet, but just barely kissed the twelve, pushing it into the rail.

“Ohhhh…you’re wicked,” he hissed.

“I thought you liked playing with me?” Cara questioned, feigning a pouty lip.

Tom chuckled, shaking his head and resisted the urge to say anything more.

He paused again. He wanted to know what she was thinking. What did she remember? What was she thinking now? She was certainly playing along but how far would she go?

Cara moved away from him. She sank the three ball and then set up for the one. She couldn’t aim fast enough and Tom approached her, stopping directly behind, and placed his hand on her back, caressing in small circles. His hand slid down just slightly as his fingers brushed along the flare of her bottom, below the hip line, then pulled around her side and glided with open fingers along her abdomen until his palm was centered over her navel, fingers reaching down.

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Should I keep going? No distraction is against the rules….”

He saw her breathe deeply, then slowly blink once, focusing on his touch.

“Mmmmm. I’m gonna sink this first.” He heard her struggle not to give in. The one ball slammed into the corner and dropped.

“Dammit, you’re actually beating me.”

“Luck.” She paused, eyeing him. “You’re distracting me.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yeah. I missed it.”

“Yea,” he agreed as she turned sideways and bent over to line up another ball.

Tom leaned toward her with his warm breath near her ear. He wanted to up the ante.

“How about if I kiss you senseless?”

She gasped gently and went for the shot but the ball hit two rails and rolled to a stop in the middle of the table.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” she threatened as she stood up.

He looked down at her, the corners of his mouth just curling upward. “I hope so.”

Tom pulled away and found his next move with the fourteen ball. He called a pocket but it took extraordinary effort to concentrate. She was still next to him, leaning sideways just slightly. As she grabbed his taught Bayan Escort hamstring and began to massage slowly toward the inside of his leg, he started to come undone. He was heady with a memory from a decade ago. She’d given him massages a few times…rubbing his arms, his legs, straddling his lean hips and pushing down hard into his back…too excited to stop, but too nervous to do anything else. But that was 14 years ago. Now, she wanted more.

He breathed heavily, thinking only of her hands and where he wanted them to start roaming. He made his shot but the cue ball barely hit the fourteen.

“Damn you,” he said quietly.

She was sideways next to him, and her head turned toward his chest, her eyes roving over his tall frame. “It’s just a game,” she shrugged gently.

They both knew better. Tom was starting to ache. He needed her out of the bar. Cara bent over the table to call another shot, her skirt brushing against the side of his thigh. He leaned into her from behind, his arm around her waist.

“Why don’t you come upstairs,” he whispered, more a statement than a question.

Care paused and straightened slightly. The cue sagged in her hand for a moment and then slid along her opposite thumb, connecting with the ball and surprisingly dropping into the pocket. They barely noticed. She stood up and he watched the movement of her chest, the desire in her eyes.

“Ummm, I don’t know,” she managed, blinking slowly and holding the cue upright for support.

“Didn’t you ever think about this?”

“Pool?”

“No. Not pool.”

She smiled shyly without answering, and he knew the answer.

“I couldn’t…” Then she answered his question. “Yes.”

I was the first time Cara had blatantly expressed raw desire for him. Tom wanted her to keep talking.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

She dropped her head slightly with an embarrassed grin. “Uhh..that would be my line.”

His eyes flared. “Well good. Cause we’re gonna do something about it now.”

Enough of this shit. Tom welcomed the rush of adrenaline as it galvanized him into action. Before she could respond, he took the cue stick from her hand and replaced it with his in the wall rack and laid a twenty on the table for the drinks.

“I have to get back,” she countered lamely, biting her lip.

“Mmmm. I know.” He paused before adding, “It’s only 9 o’clock.”

He was ready to move but he couldn’t drag her. He faced her and slid a hand around her waist.

“Listen, I need to know what you’re thinking. So you gotta tell me.”

His gaze burned into hers. “Come upstairs with me. Ok?”

He waited breathless while she paused a second before answering.

“Ok. God yes.”

Her eyes flashed with anticipation, as if making the decision itself had suddenly destroyed the apprehension and unleashed a feverish wanting. With a hand on the small of her back, Tom guided her out of the lounge and into the lobby of the Hotel Monaco.

“Hang on just a sec,” he murmured and then broke away to walk to the front desk. He spoke to the concierge briefly and then rejoined her at the bank of elevators.

As he pushed the button for the 8th floor, the doors closed and Cara felt the tension in her body ratchet to an excruciating level. Tom loomed over her, but didn’t touch her or say a word. His eyes ravaged the front of her body — shoulders dipping into biceps, full breasts rising and falling with her breath, trim waist and the flare of hips, curving backward. He flexed his hands trying to give them something to do.

She was smiling, but with alarm in her eyes.

“You ok?” he asked softly.

His care seemed to relax her tension, but not her excitement. She nodded ever so slightly, “Yeah.” Her hair fell around her shoulders in haphazard sections, with shorter layers curving forward to caress her jaw. She blinked mascara’d lashes over green eyes and then parted her lips and licked gently, making the bottom one moist.

He looked hard at her again. “God, you’re beautiful.”

She blushed, crinkling the corners of her eyes. Through her smile, he watched the tip of her tongue brushing the inside of her teeth. The combination made him ache even more.

The elevator opened and she followed him down the hallway until he swiped a card in one of the doors. He went first and held it open as she brought herself inside the dark space. It was cool, with the soothing hum of the room fan. Black sky and city lights filtered in thru the blinds of two ceiling high picture windows at the far end, behind a sitting area with an armchair and table. A king bed took up the middle of the room. It was too dark for Cara to see details, but she knew the comforter was down and pillows were propped against the silky padded headboard. She dropped her purse by a bureau along the wall.

The door clicked as she turned back and his shadow approached her in three strides.

“Come here,” sliding a hand around her waist and the other along her jaw to the nape Escort of her neck.

Tom dipped his head as he brought his lips down to hers. She was so sweet. He tipped his head slightly to fit against the crease of her lips and she opened gently to lap at him with the tip of her tongue. Her body was shaking from the pent up tension but she pushed into him, using her mouth and breasts and hands to ask for more.

He kissed at her soft mouth over and over, flexing the hand on her waist and pulling her up flush with his body. The feel of her hips pressed against his brought the blood rushing to his groin. He opened his stance just slightly and ground his pelvis against her again, his cock hardening behind the confines of boxers and cargo pants.

Cara was giddy…intoxicated by him. She grabbed at his back, holding herself to him as closely as possible, savoring the feel of his hard shaft against her. He was musky and clean…and tasted of fresh beer. The hint of whisker growth on his jaw tickled her cheek. With an arm around her, still kissing, Tom pushed her backward toward the bed, his legs straddling the outsides of hers as he walked. She felt the mattress on her hamstrings but he didn’t topple her onto the sheet.

Tom stroked her tongue with his, the kiss quickly disintegrating any hesitation she had. He could feel her groping his arms, his back, pushing herself against him. Her lips glided harder against his as she brought her arms up around his neck, burying her fingers in his hair. With her arms up, her breasts sat even higher, thrust against his chest and molding to his body. She whimpered quietly while kissing his top lip. He no longer had any question about what she felt or what she wanted. Knowing she desired him that badly made him harden more. He wanted to just push her over and bury himself inside her wetness, but it would be over too soon. He broke away to kneel before her, both his hands sliding to the hem of her skirt and then underneath to palm each cheek of her ass, black breezy fabric draping over his forearms. He felt the lace of her thong as it disappeared into the crease between his hands. His nose caressed her navel as he breathed deeply, causing her to moan.

Her fingers stroked into his hair, gripping, as if to hold herself up.

“Tom, I can’t believe…that feels so good. You’re makin me crazy.”

“God, I’ve wanted to do this since that first week I met you,” he whispered, continuing to plant kisses along her stomach, her hips, her ribcage. “Man, I bet you cum so hard…I bet you just scream.”

Cara’s hands stilled and she got very quiet. He looked up at her and saw thought — not passion – in her eyes. He levered himself up higher to look at her face to face. He smiled quizzically, but then she became even more serious….concerned….worried.

“Hey, baby, what’s wrong?”

“No,” she managed. “It’s nothing.”

“Uhnt, uh. That’s not the deal. Talk to me.”

She shook her head and smiled, and he knew it was fake.

He kissed her soft lips again and whispered, “Tell me.”

She turned into his warm neck, head bowed. “I… I’m not very….I don’t always…”

Tom was silent for a second working out her admission, and then he wrapped his arms around her as she gasped once, very quietly, looking for composure.

“Heeyyyyyy. Listen to me.” He pulled back to make eye contact. “It’s ok…”

“No it’s not.” She seemed angry but he sensed it was with herself, rather than him. “What if I don’t….”

Tom cut her off. “It’s not a contest sweetheart.” He paused again. Dammit, he didn’t have patience for a therapy session. She was pulling back from him…and his cock was responding — or rather not responding. He decided to get right to it.

“Baby, can you make yourself climax?”

She looked shy, but didn’t hesitate in answering.

“Yes. Most of the time.”

“Good. I bet you can.” He smiled. “Ok. You focus on that.” And with a wry smile he added, “And leave the rest to me. Ok? This is supposed to be fun.”

“Yeah.” Cara sighed with a laugh and then nodded. “I’m….sorry.”

“Hey, don’t ever be sorry for being honest with me. Tell me what feels good.”

“Ok,” nodding. She paused, tipping her head slightly as if she’d thought of something else.

“Ummm…you don’t have to….use protection. I have a… I got it covered.” She eyed his chest shyly.

“Ok, sweetheart. I was gonna ask, but…good. Now, you think you could turn off that brilliant mind of yours and just enjoy yourself?” He tipped his forehead to just connect with hers and smiled with the corners of his mouth.

Her smile broke wider. “Yeah,” she said with a tiny giggle. “Shit. I’m hopeless.”

His hands slid up her back again. “Nope. Just smoking hot.”

She felt his thumb brush the top of her cheek bone. He kissed her eyelid, her nose, the top of her lip, and finally tugged gently on her bottom lip, nipping at her, until it deepened to cover her whole mouth.

“That’s really sexy, by the way,” he whispered into the corner of her mouth.

“What?” She felt his kisses move down her neck.

“That you make yourself cum. Would you show me?”

“Maybe,” she said smirking.

“Ohhhhh…more than maybe. That is definitely in your future.”

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Lois and Mae

Hi, my name is Mae. I am 21, a freshmen in college and most people say I have a rockin’ little body. I’m 5’4, slim but my butt is big and round. The boys like it when I wear small short shorts around campus. I love my breasts the most, though. They are perfect. They are exactly a handful, high and pert. They are lighter than the rest of my dark, tanned skin and their nipples are a beautiful brown. I love it when they are sucked and even bit a little. Ohhh, just thinking about it makes me want some hot sexy man to touch them and bite them. Now, I’m going to tell you a story. It’s all about this man I know. He is at least ten years old than me, but his body is tight and his package is huge. I mean seriously, the man should be in porn or something. But he’s not. He’s my teacher. Professor Louis. Here’s the story.

It was about a month into the first semester of school. Professor Louis teaches America History, a subject I love dearly. As a History major myself, I love to him speak about days long gone. Professor Louis’ class is the last class of my day on Friday nights. I get out at ten, so if I want to do anything I have to leave right from there. On this particular Friday, I had a date with the boy in the house across from mine. I decided to wear my best black dress. It was cut in a low V revealing my perfect breasts. The dress was tight and hugged every inch of me, like the way lovers touch one another. The dress ended Escort bayan at my thighs. It was so short, my ass was barely covered! I topped this off with stiletto white pumps and white earrings. I looked so hot, I wanted to sleep with myself! When I walked into class, early as usual, Professor Louis turned from the Smart Board and his mouth feel open when he saw me. He dropped the marker he had been using and his face got beet red as I sauntered over to it. I bent down and then popped my butt a little when I got up. I handed him the pen and he seemed to be gasping for air.

“Professor? Are you allright?” I asked. Professor Louis took a shaky step back.

“Yes, I am all right. I have never seen you in this type of wear. Why have you chosen to dress like this?” Professor Louis was 6’2, dark Spanish features and the sexiest accent I had ever heard before! I looked down at Professors pants. There was definitely a big bulge! He was having an erection because of me! I could do one of two things. 1) I could apologize and go to my seat. Or 2) I leaned into Professor Louis and wrapped my arms around him.

“You like the way I’m dressed, I can tell. I can feel it!” I cupped him through his pants. Professor Louis gasped but grabbed the back of my head and kissed me deeply. His muscled body was hard and lean and as he hurriedly unzipped his pants, I could feel his muscles tighten.

“Oh, Professor! You must take me Bayan Escort right here, right now!” Professor Louis looked up at the clock, judging whether he had time to slack his lust with this hot little bitch in front of him. His hard cock sprang to attention at the thought. He pushed me to my knees and thrust his cock forward, demanding attention.

“Suck me.” He said. I gladly took his member in my hands and kissed it and then put it in my mouth. It was so big, I had trouble getting even half way down it. It was so thick and veiny! Even now, as I am retelling this story, I am thinking about him and how hot his cock was. I sucked it for what must have been five minutes, using my tongue to candy cane up and down his shaft. He groaned and instinctively thrust himself forward. I choked a little, but recovered enough to make him groan again. He pulled me back to my feet.

“Professor! I must have that hard cock inside me! You must fuck me now!” I pulled my lacy black panties down to my ankles and shimmied my dress up. I bent over his desk and thrust my pussy closer to him, begging him to take me. He didn’t even hesitate. He thrust himself deeply into me, and I screamed in pleasure. If anyone had been nearby, they would have heard the whole thing. Professor held me to the desk with his thick muscular thighs and thrust his cock deeply into me. He pulled himself out and pulled my dress down, revealing my hard nipples. He sucked Escort them and bit them so well, I almost came right there. Then he fell to his knees while he began to lick my pussy. I moaned as my pussy got sloppy wet from my desire. Suddenly I felt a wave splash over me and I came harder than I ever remember coming before! As I was still trying to recover from such an amazing orgasm, Professor Louis puts his rock hard cock back inside me. He is riding me and I wrap my legs around him. My ass is all over his papers and he stops again. He pulls out and sits in a wooden chair that is next to his desk.

“I want to watch that ass bounce on my cock.” He says. My heat pounds as I watch him walk over to the chair and sit down. I am instantly at his side, positioning myself over him. Slowly, as to tease him, I slip my pussy over the head of his cock. I hold it there for a moment and tease just the head. He moans in agony and pleasure. Without warning, I sit fully on his cock, causing both of us to moan out loud. I began to ride him and I can see his hands clenching the chair as if he might break it. I can feel his cock swelling. It won’t be but a minute now. I could feel the wave overtaking me again and as I screamed out my orgasm, so did he. WE sat there for a moment, trying to catch our breathes. I got up quickly and fixed myself up to look like I hadn’t just fucked my teacher in the front of a classroom before class. Slowly, Professor Louis got up. His limp dick was bare!

“You didn’t use protection?!”I cried out in alarm.

“No,” Professor Louis smiled. “I gave you something to remember me by.” Well that’s my story of this one time with my professor. Stay tuned for more!

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I picture you staying in a nice mid level hotel here locally, maybe just stopping here on the way through to another destination. I am so excited as I get ready to see you, knowing that we will have the whole day together. My black skirt is long and lightweight, floating around my legs. I decided to skip the panties and the only other thing I am wearing is a tightly laced black satin corset with bright red cherries printed down the front. I clip a large red silk rose into my hair and slip into a pair of black leather peep toe stilettos.

The drive to your hotel is short and uneventful and the key card is waiting at the front desk when I arrive. I have added a black cropped jacket that makes the outfit a little more modest but I still get a little thrill wondering what the staff is thinking. Your room is on the third floor and When I step off the elevator I realize that it at the far end of the hall by the fire stairs.

You told me to use the key and just come on in so I do and the sound of the shower running tells me where you are. I debate for a moment whether to interrupt you but decide that I want you to come out and find me waiting. I shrug out of my jacket and quietly place it and my purse on a chair before curling my legs under me in the center of the big king bed. I take a moment to fluff my skirt and hair. The sound of the water stops and I can hear you moving the curtain back. Instantly wet, I lean forward a little to better display my big creamy breasts, already threatening to pop out of the tightly laced corset.

The door opens and you don’t see me at first because you are drying your face with the towel. I bite my lip to silence a delighted gasp when I see that you didn’t bother to put on any clothes before leaving the bathroom. You are even more impressive in person and I can’t wait to touch and lick every thick inch of you. You drop the towel and your Escort bayan eyes sparkle to discover me curled up on your bed.

“Well, hi there.” Your words are quiet and your normal jovial personality seems tempered by something dark and smouldering. “Come here.” I shiver but obey instantly, thrilled at the commanding tone in your voice. My sexy heels bring my eyes in line with the bottom of your chin and when I tilt my face up expectantly, you chuckle and brush your lips across mine. One of your big hands tangles in my hair and the other wraps around my back, drawing me up against your strong body. I can feel the hard heat of you through the thin cotton of my skirt and a trickle of helpless moisture slicks my already dripping pussy.

Your lips crush down on mine harder now and a gentle stroke of your tongue parts my lips on a soft moan. You are an incredible kisser, never sloppy and leaving me wanting more. I pant faster as you kiss and nip down the column of my throat and across the plump tops of my breasts. Your tongue delves into the deep crease between them and makes me shiver. I feel your hands working behind my back and soon the corset is loosened and shoved down below my aching hard nipples. I am surprised when you tug it tight again.

“Put your hands behind your back.” You growl as you lap one hard, rosy peak after the other. It feels so good I don’t even question you and a delicious tendril of fear curls in my belly when you tie my wrists securely against my back with my corset laces. “Now down on your knees.” You help me to kneel in front of you and stroke my cheek and hair, letting me take my time.

I lean forward eagerly, swirling my tongue around the broad head, tasting the pre-cum collecting there. The taste of you only seems to excite me even more so on a soft moan I lean forward farther sinking your cock deep into my eager mouth. Bayan Escort You are so thick that I don’t know how much I will be able to take but I relax my throat and let the head slip into my throat. I fight the gag reflex and pull back for a breath, my tongue swirling crazily against the underside of you, sweeping across all of your most sensitive places. Your hand on the back of my head pulls me forward again so you can sink deep into the heated wetness of my willing throat. I struggle a little to take you all in but a few strokes later, I feel my nose brush against the curls on your groin.

You groan quietly and tremble a little fighting for control. I suck harder and tighten my lips around your girth, trying to make your resolve crumble. I want to taste you and feel you spilling your cum down my throat. My eager little moans and whimpers vibrate around your shaft and I feel your cock jump and thicken even more just a moment before my mouth and throat is flooded with jet after jet of your hot seed. I can feel dampness trickle down my leg. It is such a turn on to make you lose control. Your still hard cock slips from my lips and I kiss and lick gently, swallowing your load and making sure you watch me lick up the little trickle still escaping you.

After a moment, you pull me to my feet and clutch me tight against you. Kissing my bare shoulders and the top of my exposed breasts. You are very calm now and your touch is gentle but you don’t seem inclined to untie me. I feel my legs bump into the side of the mattress and one of your big calloused hands slips under the edge of my skirt, dragging it up until you cup the bare skin of my ass.

“Mmmmmm. No panties? Very naughty.” Your whisper brushes across my ear and you slip your other hand under my skirt to knead and massage my plump ass cheeks. You lean forward, softly biting my neck until I am tipped off Escort balance and tumble backward onto the bed. My big boobs jiggle invitingly and I giggle when you shove my thighs apart and flip my skirt out of your way. Giggles turn quickly to moans as you nip and lick my inner thighs. You avoid the one place I want you to touch most but drive me wild by getting closer and closer only to move away again.

I spread my thighs wide for you whimpering, needing you so badly, moving my hips restlessly. With my arms bound I can’t guide your sweeping tongue to my weeping center and I moan helplessly. I am so close. All I need is your tongue on my clit to make me cum. Finally you lick hard from my asshole all the way to my throbbing clit and I squeal with the intense waves of my climax.

You move up my body and suck hard at my exposed nipples, slowly sinking your cock deep into my still clenching pussy. You are so thick I can hardly take you inside and I am so wet. Your lips find mine and you pinch and pluck at my tight, tingling nipples. You rock your hips forward to give me that last fraction of an inch and I know you are going to make me cum again. You bend me over nearly double and rest my stiletto clad feet on your broad shoulders. Your slow pace is intensely pleasurable and maddening at the same time.

One of your big hands strokes down my body and you increase the speed and force of your thrusts, finally giving me the hard fucking I am craving. You wet your fingers in the slick juices pouring from my desperately aroused pussy, sliding first one and then two thick fingers into my tight asshole. My back arches as you thrust your fingers and your big cock faster and harder. Suddenly my orgasm crashes over me in violent waves, almost painful in its intensity. My pussy clenches tightly and I can feel you throb inside me as you flood my insides with hot cum.

After a moment, our shuddering calms and you lower my legs to the bed with gentle hands. you collapse next to me and cuddle me close while you reach around me and untie my hands. I smile when you kiss the slight red marks on the pale skin of my wrists…

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The hotel room was anonymous … the cheap drapes were shut, the bed was still made and only the lamp on by the side of the bed was on. He stood a foot away from the bottom of the bed and watched her approach. His only movement was the breath he drew and the occasional flick of his tongue over his lips.

He was a statue as she stripped him, occasionally licking a patch of skin or taking a nibble here or there. Each time her lips or tongue touched him, his cock twitched. The blindfold seemed to come from nowhere and was quickly fastened behind his head, blocking out the light. He felt the press of her tits against his chest, her nipples hard with her excitement. With the loss of his sight, all he could do was hear and feel, and if he was lucky he might taste too.

The air wasn’t cool, but he felt goose bumps breakout across his naked flesh. Then he felt her warm hands stroking his flesh, and the brush of her nipples as she moved around him. All the stroking was leading downwards to his erect cock. As her wet mouth closed around his shaft, he realized he could see a tiny bit out the bottom of the blindfold. He saw and expanse of pale white skin, and the top of his lover’s head as she sucked on him.

Her mouth was wet and warm while he enjoyed the site of her curves kneeling before him. He could see the slope of her back where her hips widen out, her legs splayed open to help her balance. Past her hips, a glimpse of the white skin rounding over her ass makes his mouth water.

Her tongue is moving around his cock, one hand gently massaging his balls. Her other hand reaches between his legs to grab his ass, digging in her nails to mark him. Escort bayan Her moan vibrates along his cock and it twitches in response. In the next instant her arms are around his hips, hands digging into his ass to bring him closer to her mouth as she sucks him to the back of her throat.

Her mouth is gone now, as are her hands. For a moment he stands there alone in the dark with blood pounding through his body, in his ears, and engorging his cock. Then hands are back, gently guiding him backwards to the bed before pushing him down on the cover. She keeps pushing until he is in the middle of the bed. He feels the dip as she climbs on the bed and over to him.

First one hand, then the other — he doesn’t resist as she secures his hands to the posts. His legs she leaves free, at least for now. He feels her get off the bed, but cannot see where she’s gone. What will she come back with? He can hardly wait to find out.

He feels her hands again, down by his ankles. They feel different. Instead of her warm bare skin, he feels cool silky material. She is wearing satin gloves as he begins stoking up his legs. Every now and again she pauses and gently massages an area before moving on, the full massage will come later.

The gloves warm with the combined body heat. His legs fall open at her advance, and she moves between them on her climb up his body. He is hers to do with what she will.

Up over his thighs and around his hips, she bypasses what he wants so badly for her to touch. She strokes his chest not just with her hands, but also with her body. He has never felt anything like this before – his skin is so alive. Her breasts Bayan Escort rub against his chest and he moans wanting to suckle on her. She has other plans

She moves downward again, fascinated with his erect cock waiting so patiently for her attention. She grips it tightly in her warm satin encased hand eliciting another moan from him. The satin slides easily against his hot flesh. He wants her to fuck him.

His hips buck against her hand. She squeezes hard one more time before once again shifting. For a moment he can’t feel her touching him, but then he does. The tip of his sensitive cock feels the wet warmth of her pussy — and he tries to buck again.

She pushes down on his chest and whispers, “No. I’m doing it … I’m fucking you.”

He lays there helpless as she slowly lowers herself onto his shaft. When it is all the way in, she sits still for a moment savoring the feeling. The he feels it — her inner pussy muscles flex, grabbing his cock as if to milk it. She raises herself up, her inner muscles still contracted, and it’s heaven!

She releases her muscles then slides down again slowly. She starts to rock on top of him and begins to rub her clit. She tells him what she is doing, but he can see a little bit through the bottom of the blindfold. He can see where he’s entered her, and he can see her hand rubbing. She leans forward and takes his mouth in an open tongue-flicking kiss.

She sucks his lower lip in and bites down gently. She licks the inside of his mouth, the sensitive areas inside the lip, and her hips move a little faster. Her pussy muscles are contracting again, every time her hips move.

He Escort wonders — where will she let me come? Her pussy? Her mouth? He knows both would be heaven, but his desire was for that luscious mouth.

She moves her mouth to his ear and bites the lobe, then give the injury a little lick. “You’re so bad,” she says. “What a naughty boy you are.” Her warm chuckle makes him shiver. He can feel her body clenching his shaft, he can feel the contractions as she comes groaning his name. But he hasn’t had release yet, and she wants him to come.

She climbs off his stiff cock and moves down his body until her mouth is over his cock once again. Her legs straddle one of his, and when he bends his knee he can feel the wet warmth of her juicy pussy. As she takes his cock back in her mouth, she tastes herself on him. She pulls back a moment to share that with him & lick her lips.

Then her mouth is back on his cock, and her hand strokes keeping time with her mouth. Her wet pussy rubs against his leg and she hopes to come again from the friction while he comes in her mouth. Her hand holds his shaft as she licks around the head of his dick. She licks the little slit there and again his hips are bucking, straining to maintain contact.

She pulls him all the way into her mouth, beginning to mouth fuck him in earnest. He can feel the wetness of her pussy spreading over his leg allowing for more and more friction. Her head is moving up and down, bobbing over his cock. Every now and then she flicks her tongue until she tastes his pre-come, then she knows he’s close. Within minutes he explodes in her mouth and she swallows it down. She comes again, this time against his leg as she hoped.

When she can move, she climbs over him once again for a final kiss before stripping off her gloves. Her only decision now is — does she untie him while she showers, or leave him prepped for the next round?

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This is a fantasy I have about a bartender at a local tavern. She just started working there and only works a couple times a week. I am really trying to get with this woman and hope sometime soon my fantasy becomes reality.

Beth first began working at the local bar a couple months ago, usually on the weekend and one night through the week. I first noticed her one weekend and became instantly infatuated with her. I don’t know what it was about her that caught my eye, she is tall, around 5’10”, has long black hair that reaches the middle of her back, wonderful piercing dark eyes, some wonderful curves and usually doesn’t wear a bra. Ok, I admit that the last part is what caught my eye, her breasts don’t look overly large but she has wonderful nipples that seem to shine no matter what she wears. Talking to her I found out that she isn’t married but does live with a man and has for several years.

I found myself always being at the bar whenever she worked, it didn’t matter what was going on, I just always found a reason to be there. I met the guy she lives with and he seems like a nice enough guy, but I still wanted a hot night with his woman. I began talking more to her when he isn’t around, but made sure to talk to her when he was there as well, trying to give the impression of wanting to be friends, even though I wanted so much more. He seemed to be at ease with me talking to her, he wasn’t jealous at all, and as a matter of fact he even asked me a couple times if I was going to be at the bar when she closed so she wouldn’t be alone.

I worked second shift at the time so it was easy for me to be there on nights when she had to close the bar, and I would agree to be there to help her if she needed it. The nights she closed there were few people there and it was easy to talk to her. I began to talk with a little more flirt in my tone and she seemed to like it, she smiled and even seemed to flirt back a couple times. I went slow, I didn’t want to scare her off and I even thought that by moving slowly I might stand a better chance at reaching my goal, getting this fantastic woman in my bed for what I hoped would be the first of many wonderful experiences.

Summer arrived and her outfits changed for the better. She would wear shorts and on very humid days a tank top that really showed off her great tits and always-hard nipples. I finally figured out that she got off watching guys ogle her hard nipples. I know that some women actually hate bras, but I could tell from her reaction that she loved the attention being braless gave her, I know I always looked and every other guy and several women also noticed. I tried to be casual about it, making eye contact first then letting my eyes wander to her great rack and proud nipples.

One night I had gotten off work a little early and was looking forward to stopping at the bar earlier then normal, talking to some friends that usually weren’t there when I normally arrived. I pulled up to the bar and Escort bayan found the parking lot almost empty. I walked in the door, looked around noticing two other people and Beth greeted me, asking why I was early. I slowly took in the outfit that she wore, a sheer tank top and unusually short shorts.

I walked to the bar, composed myself and told her that work was slow and I left early, then I asked her where everyone was, kidding her that she has ran them off so we could be alone. Beth told me that it had been slow all night and she didn’t know why. We made small talk for about a half hour and the two other people in the tavern left. I turned to Beth, smiled, and told her that only we were left. She smiled back at me, came around the bar and joined me on the other side of the bar, sitting close to me. We continued to talk and I just kept looking at her in her hot and very sexy outfit.

I especially enjoyed asking for another beer, I would watch her closely as she walked around the bar and bent over the cooler, to grab me another beer, then walked back to her bar stool and sat down beside me. When she walked away from me I was mesmerized by her long sleek legs and when she walked back I couldn’t take my eyes off her tits as they bounced with every step, tonight was the night I thought to myself.

I sat there and drank a few more beers until I finally had to go to the rest room. I returned a few minutes later and saw Beth at the front door, closing the shades and locking up. I asked her what she was doing and she told me she was closing early seeing how it was a slow night. Beth then added that I could stay and drink, she didn’t mind, she just didn’t want a bunch of people walking in around closing time.

I figured that I better make a move if I was going to, so I finally got the nerve up to comment on her outfit, telling her how sexy it was and waited for her reply, hoping it would help me decide weather to continue my pursuit. Beth smiled and told me she wondered what I would say, then added, that she had picked that outfit just for me to see what kind of reaction she would get. I smiled at her and told her she looked really hot and totally sexy, and any man would be happy to have her on his arm and in his bed. Beth gave me a surprised look that worried me a little, and said, “in his bed huh?” My fears were quickly put to rest when she smiled and said we don’t have a bed here, then winked at me and added that there were several tables.

My heart leapt to my throat and I stood up and walked over to her, taking her tightly in my arms and kissing her deeply. Our tongues fought each other and we kissed even deeper, my hands running across her back, her hard nipples poking my chest, while our crotches ground against each other. We kissed for what seemed like hours, our tongues exploring each other mouths and lips. We finally broke our embrace and Beth asked what took me so long. I was speechless and responded I wasn’t Bayan Escort sure, and didn’t want to loose her as a friend. Well, she continued, I have talked about you with my ol’ man and he didn’t have a problem with us. Beth then told me that she is in an open relationship with him and he didn’t care, as long as I didn’t take her from him. I was again speechless and just smiled at her, taking my hand from her back and running it along her arm.

My hand rested at her upper arm and I took my thumb and ran it across her nipple, making goose pimples appear on her arm. Beth moaned and reached down and rubbed the lump growing in my jeans. I moaned and asked her if the door was locked tight. She nodded and flashed me a dirty look and reached and pulled her tank top over her head allowing her tits to hang freely. I immediately leaned over and sucked one nipple into my mouth. Beth moaned and grabbed my hair and pulled my face hard against her breast. I continued sucking her tit and took my free hand and unsnapped her shorts. Beth shimmied her hips and helped me slide them down her legs. She stepped out of them and stood before me wearing a silky thong and nothing else.

I smiled when Beth complained that I was over dressed and gladly took of my shirt and jeans. My cock was tented against my shorts and I told Beth to get to her knees and suck me. She smiled at me and took no time getting down, gnawing at my meat through my shorts. I let her suck at my cock for only a few moments then pushed her away and removed my shorts, my cock springing back up. Beth took my cock into her warm mouth in a second and began to suck my cock lick a real pro. I held her head and slowly began to face fuck her, sliding more and more of my cock into her wet mouth. She tried to moan but my cock blocked most of the noise. Beth sucked at my cock and licked at the shaft causing my knees to get weak.

I stumbled back and sat on a bar stool, Beth slithered across the floor and took my cock again deeply into her warm, wet mouth. My cock jumped from the blowjob she was giving and soon I felt my cum rushing up my shaft. I held her hair and forced my cock down her throat, my cum shooting from the tip forcibly. She swallowed like a pro and didn’t loose a drop of my cum. My cock began to shrink and Beth let it slip out of her hungry mouth, allowing it to slid from her tongue sexily.

Beth stood up and moved close to me, she then guided my knee between her legs and humped her pussy on it. Her skimpy thong was soaked from her juices allowing her pussy to slide against my leg. The look she had on her face was priceless and I knew I had to please this beauty soon. I reached down and moved the thong to the side, letting her bare pussy rub my leg. I was raising my led whenever she got close to the knee, rubbing her pussy slit. Beth threw her head back, her long hair flying through the air; she looked so sexy I knew I had to have her. I picked her up and sat her in the bar Escort then pulled the thong off her.

She shuddered a little from the coldness of the bar on her mound, but I quickly warmed her with my mouth. I pulled her to the bar edge and licked at her wetness, she moaned lowly and humped my face. I went straight for her clit and attacked it with my tongue. Beth’s hands guided my mouth and forced her pussy into my mouth. I flicked and rubbed at her clit and Beth responded by moaning louder. Her legs tightened around my head and I knew her climax was close. I brought a finger to her wetness and fingered her sloppy pussy with one, then two fingers. Beth moaned louder and then her legs clamped around my head, I continued my licking till finally I was rewarded with her tasty juices flooding my mouth. I lapped at her pussy as her contractions subsided until finally moving away from her pussy and smiling at her, my face looking like the preverbal glazed doughnut.

I held her tight and lowered her to the floor slowly her body close to mine. My cock was beginning to recover and the feeling of her body and the wonderful aroma was defiantly helping. I held Beth tight to me and my cock grew, wedged between us. Beth held my rising cock in her hand and looked at the pool table, saying it had always been a fantasy of hers and would I mind helping her? I moved her quickly to the table edge and laid her back slowly, letting her legs hang over the edge. The table height was perfect; her pussy was at the perfect level for a great fuck. I moved closer to her and slowly slid my cock into her. Beth moaned as I fed my cock slowly into her tight pussy. Her pussy tightened around my meat as I slowly began thrusting into her.

I moved with slow, deliberate strokes, wanting to make this last as long as possible. I fucked her deep and slow, using all my meat to please her, withdrawing almost completely then sliding back in. Beth moaned more and I could tell she loved my fucking. Her legs wrapped around my back, pulling my cock deeply into her wet pussy. I began fucking her harder and faster, driving my cock into her, Beth moaned louder and more as I fucked her. Her legs grew tighter around my back and her pussy clutched my cock, I knew she was close to cumming again.

I fucked her harder and deeper wanting to make her cum again. Beth began thrashing on the table and her pussy grew even tighter around my cock. I thrust into her deeply again and felt my load rushing up my shaft. I leaned over and kissed her deeply as my cock unloaded into her pussy. My contractions subsided and her pussy released the grip on my cock. I slowly stood up and backed away from her, my cock making a popping sound as it slid out. I pulled Beth to me and held her tight; she was shivering from the combination of her orgasm and the coolness of the room.

We held each other and kissed again, softer this time. We finally broke our kiss and held each other when we noticed the time, almost 1am. Beth pulled away and handed me my jeans, saying we better get dressed, the alarm would set itself. I pulled her tight and kissed her deeply again, asking if this was a one time thing? She responded by grabbing my cock, stroking it and saying I hope not.

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This is a story made up of multiple criteria. I do warn that I have written about non traditional sexual practices.

As always I write, looking for feedback. I appreciate all comments, good or bad. Thanks for the support!

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She woke up that morning, alone. It was typical. He was out the door every morning by six. Not being a morning person, Dani usually woke dreamily to a kiss from him, and watched him walk out the bedroom door. Occasionally, she would wake up to soft kisses and the brush of fingertips, leading to hushed moans and whimpers before he slipped off into the dawn.

Jack surprised her. He knew her better than she knew herself. He captured her mind long before he captured her heart. In the beginning, there were conversations lasting all night, well into the early hours of the morning. Later, the conversations turned into nights of extreme passion, that turned into days, only to follow into the next night. There were weekends spent entirely in bed, but not entirely spent making love. Jack awakened something inside Dani that had been long hidden away.

After Dani moved into Jack’s place, they fell into a comfortable routine. There was romance and passion, and a life that Dani had thought was only in fairytales she had heard as a child. There was love, and commitment and a desire to always make the other person smile. Admittedly, their sex life tended to be something that even the best of porn stars would have been jealous of. There was an openness between the couple and a willingness to try almost anything, which undoubtedly ended in supreme satisfaction for both parties.

The slamming of the front door made Dani jump. It was far to early for Jack to be home. Dani didn’t even have time to turn around before a hand roughly covered her mouth, a body pressing to her back. Her body trembled, terrified.

“Not a word.”

She smiled and calmed at the sound of the familiar voice. She could smell Jack’s aftershave as his lips grazed the back of her neck. His hand slid from her mouth to her hand, taking it in his and spinning her to face him. His hand gripped her waist pushing her to the wall, his body pressed against her.

“Don’t say anything.”

Her eyes flew wide as his mouth devoured hers, his tongue pushing past the sweet, softness of her lips. Jack dove into the taste of mint, losing himself in the sensation of her kiss. His hands toured her body, feeling fabric and flesh beneath his roughened fingertips, catching the hem of her skirt, lifting to feel the softness off her thighs. He lifted her, her legs enveloping his waist, locking him into place between them.

Dani cried out as his lips found a stiffened nipple beneath her thin tank. His hand flew to her mouth again, muffling her moans.

“I said not a word, and I meant it.”

Jack pulled her body away from the wall, his eyes Escort bayan reaching her gaze. The tremble returned to Dani’s body as she saw the menacing look in Jack’s eyes. Her legs tightened around him, as he dropped them both to the floor, pinning her beneath his weight. His hands gripped at the tank, ripping the fabric away from her body. He watched her breasts move with her every breath, her breathing getting heavier as he raked his hands down her sides, gripping the bunched fabric of her skirt, balling it into his fist.

In one, swift motion, Jack released himself from his confines. As Dani reached to feel him, he gripped her wrists, slamming them to the floor, above her. With her wrists pinned, her tank torn to pieces next to her, and her skirt around her waist, Jack drove himself into her with immense force. His lips muffled Dani’s scream of shock. Jack gripped her waist, feeling all of her, losing himself in her warmth, her wetness, the scent of lavender on her skin.

She was so easy to get lost in, her skin so soft and welcoming, so easy for his lips to graze, for his tongue to taste, she yielded to him so easily, they fit together like a glove, she opened up to him, and trusted him. He sank into her, over and over, releasing her arms, embracing her. His mouth, again exploring her breasts, taking in the flavor and the scent of her skin, while moans escaped her lips. He no longer cared that she was practically screaming. He wanted to know that it was he, and only he, that could make her cry out in ecstacy. He took her brutally, ravaging her body, biting her flesh, driving her harder and harder, ignoring the pleasured screams, the nails raking down his back, the quivering of her legs around him.

Dani’s nails grasped at the carpet beneath her, praying for the final release, praying to feel him deep within her. Her mind began to shut down. She could do nothing but feel as he took full advantage of her. Her screams turned to mindless whimpering, as she lost control of herself, lost herself to him.

He felt her release, watched as her body arched, shook, could feel the heat explode from within her. Jack buried himself into her one last time, releasing all that he had into her, biting down onto her shoulder, shaking with her.

He collapsed on top of her. He rolled so as not to crush her, bringing her on top of him, brushing her hair from her face, stroking her back. He glanced down at the disheveled mess they had become, and laughed. He said not a word, as Dani’s breathing returned to its normal pace, instead he stood up, wrapping her up in his arms and carried her to their bedroom.

Dani awoke, some time later, still wrapped in Jack’s arms. The warmth of him soothed her, relaxed her. She could feel his heart beat, as he sleep soundlessly beside her. She looked at him, admiring the strong line of his jaw, the darkness Bayan Escort of his skin from days in the sun, the hardness of his body from summers of hard labor. She traced her fingertips along the chain that hung around his neck. She clung to him, taking in his scent, tentatively kissing his neck and his shoulder.

He moved in his sleep, releasing a soft moan as he turned to lay on his back. Dani laughed to herself, as the sheets settled, barely covering his very apparent hardness. She sat up, her fingers making patterns on his skin. She listened as his breathing became unsteady. She leaned over, gently kissing his lips, his neck, making her way down his torso, taking extreme care not to wake him yet. She paused at the satin barrier, not ready to remove the sheet to reveal him. She slid down, resting atop the sheet just above Jack’s knees. She watched as a dreamy smile crossed his face, while her fingers dragged the satin sheet down to rest on his hips. She couldn’t resist.

Jack’s eyes flew open. Her mouth was warm compared to the cool satin that was just surrounding him. He groaned, giving away the fact that he was now wide awake, and completely under the spell of Dani’s ministrations. She was always soft and gentle in the beginning, loving to tease, to cause anticipation, to build him up just til he was about to break, wearing him down little by little. Today was certainly not one of those days. She started gently, ensuring his hardness, but there was no slow build up, no anticipation.

She dove, taking him completely into her, her nose pressing against him. She moaned around him when his hands wove their way into the length of her dark hair, gripping it, tangling it between his fingers. Her fingers raked his thighs, her lips surrounding him like a vacuum, egging him on, feeling his blood course through him. Dani tasted him, intoxicated by it, increasing her vigor. She licked his length, looking at him with sky blue eyes, before plunging him back into her mouth. She was mesmerized by him, couldn’t get enough of him, craved him. She lived and breathed the emotion he caused her to feel, she was weak to him, loved to see the look of pure pleasure on his face as he came.

“No.”

Dani stopped and stared in disbelief. She removed her mouth from his obviously aching hardness.

“What do you mean no?” she asked indignantly.

Jack looked at her and simply smiled. He sat up, wrapped his arms around her, his mouth latching on to hers, gently nipping at her bottom lip, tracing it with his tongue.

“Oh really?” Dani looked into his deep, dark eyes, full of desire, want, and need.

“Yes, really.” He paused as he rolled her over on her back, resting on top of her. “But we’re going to do it my way.”

“I thought that earlier was your way,” she stated flatly.

He grinned and shook his head. His fingers grazed Escort her cheek bone, sweeping a brunette tendril out of her eyes. He took note of the freckles that speckled her nose and cheeks, the yellow sunburst in her blue eyes, the way her lips pouted ever so slightly, begging to be kissed.

He was soft and gentle and caring. His lips touched hers like a feather, just a teasing caress. He deepened the kiss, the emotion fluid between them. Slow and sensual, their tongues met, sending a jolt through them both. Jack’s hands began to wander, exploring Dani’s tender and warm skin. His mouth began to follow a similar path, lingering on the swell of her breasts, lapping gently at Dani’s stiffened nipples. He adored her, made her feel alive.

Her skin felt as though it were on fire beneath his fingertips. She shivered as his tongue trailed across her flat stomach, his hand pressing against her folds. She whimpered as his lips replaced his hand. Dani twisted on the bed, gripping the sheets when Jack pinned the little bundle of nerves between his lips, sucking softly, and flicking it with his sharpened tongue. Her legs tensed around him as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She whimpered and begged, pleading for release.

When he knew she could take no more, he slid into her, allowing her to float far away from the walls of their bedroom. He took her slowly, drawing it out for her as long as he could. She still trembled beneath him as she returned from her orgasm. Her hips moved beneath him, matching his rhythm, her legs pulling him deeper. His lips found hers, taking her breath away.

“Please.”

It was one simple word, and yet Dani knew what he wanted. She stood with him, and made not a sound as he bent her over their bed. She cried softly as he entered the one place he knew was his, and only his. No other man ever had or ever would have this part of her. This was his and his alone. He bit down into her shoulder as he filled her. He stood there, listening to her beg for it, knowing he was the sole creator of this need in her. He smiled as he looked down at himself nestled between two tan globes of flesh.

She screamed as his hand came down upon her and he thrust into her again and again, violating her. Her fingers flew between her legs, working furiously as she pushed herself against him. His hands dug into her hips pulling her onto him, forcing himself as deep as he could go, relishing the feel of her tight ass surrounding him. The sound of her crying was drowned out by the feeling of her milking him, the rush of his own orgasm. He vaguely heard her cursing obscenely as he filled her.

He removed himself from her and she collapsed on the bed. He saw her tear stained cheeks, and the sheen of sweat on her body. He’d have been concerned, if not for the smile of pure happiness on her face.

“That good?” he asked.

Dani stretched before curling up on her side of the bed. “No,” she said calmly, “it was so much better.” Jack curled up next to her, pulling the cool satin over them.

“Rest,” he said as her eyes fluttered shut, “because I’m very far from done with you.”

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It had all started innocently enough. A simple text that stated, “Hey if I feel better I can come see you this week.”

After nearly four long years of wishing I could see her, the young lady was about to be in my presence again. What followed after her text was light hearted banter back and forth that was thinly veiled flirting leading to an albeit brief in depth description of what I wanted to do to her. It was the type of discussion we had teased each other with way back before I had stopped being her boss. (Now before you begin wondering about that, which will come in another chapter, the origins.)

The morning she was due to visit I was nervous, yes as much as I wanted this I swore it to never happen again after so many years of nothing besides a few phone calls and texts that sometimes ended raunchy but for the most part were pleading for a visit or just catching up on life. This adorable little beauty who was about 13 years younger than I had always held this special place in my heart. Yes, before you delve any deeper we are both also married to other people. (Gasp, shock.)

It was a rough morning as I said before; I rushed to finish picking up the house and getting my child off to school and then went and took a nice long hot shower. Following her progression through her morning via quick messaging and knowing she’d be headed my way shortly. I showered and scrubbed, shaving and making myself as presentable as possible.

I wondered as I stepped out of the shower whether or not I should even bother with boxers or just throw on shorts and a t-shirt. Opting for boxers for no other reason to contain the inevitable hard-on I was sure to have in a few minutes I threw on shorts and a t-shirt and headed out to the living room to play a few quick rounds of candy crush and calm my nerves, anything to get my mind of this raving little sexy minx that was about to arrive at my door. Funny enough our texts this morning had nothing to do with sex. It was like we were both scared to broach the subject, worried about jinxing the meeting.

As she texted to announce her arrival I casually, (ok bullshit, I ran down the stairs to the front door) headed down to greet her. Watching her walk up I felt my heart jump and my stomach knot up. Good lord could we go through with it again, open that box that we had seemingly nailed shut for so long.

“Hello beautiful,” I greeted her with as she opened the storm door.

“Hi,” she said softly with the sexy grin.

Stacy stepped in and quite contrary to what I had told her would happen right away I began a tour of the house my family had moved into and she had never visited yet. As we covered the downstairs the sexual tension and anticipation was so disturbingly thick. I knew I had to make the leap and as we started back towards the front of the house I grabbed her in the hallway.

“You knew this was coming,” I whispered to her as I hugged her tight and then grabbed the back of her head and kissed her deeply our tongues quickly finding one another. God she tasted good. Those Escort bayan soft lips, so sweet and full and just as hungry as mine.

Breaking the kiss I lead her through the rest of the home, after a few minutes we made it to the back portion of the upstairs where my bedroom. I looked at her sexy little frame. All of 5’4 inches tall and that light chestnut brown hair just recently chopped down to hang just below her shoulders. I continued my gaze down to her we’ll call them rather large 44DD breasts and her shapely thin waist and sexy ass. Good lord I wanted her and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to resist. I opened my bedroom door and showed her the room and as she turned to leave I grabbed her in the hallway and told her, “Fuck it, let’s go.”

Pulling Stacy in I lead her to the bed which she promptly hopped up on and I pushed her back and kissed those lips again. Now those of you that are wondering if there was guilt, I can honestly say NO! The only way I can reason this is the fact that Stacy and everything with her since I had known her at the tender age of 17 had simply been natural. Yes, there had been an affair with her, yes, I was moving right back into those waters but I had always had feelings for her. Now before you start thinking things started at 17 it wasn’t until she was late 18 possible early 19 that things had happened up until then she had just been a staff member working under me.

Stacy whimpered as I kissed her and her pulls and tugs told me she was eager. The way she grinded her tight little jeans covered kitty up at me only excited me more. I knew she wanted it, even verbally teased her about it and told her that I’d get there when I was ready. The kissing continued for several minutes and our hands wandered the entire time. When I sat up I looked deeply into her eyes.

“Aren’t you hot in that nasty sweatshirt?” I asked.

Even as she was removing it she had glint in her eyes of that playful naughtiness. “I’ve been cold all morning and I’m still cold.”

As that sweatshirt came off the reveal of the large ta-tas came into play and I kissed her and the tops of those glorious globes as she continued her whimpers and kisses. As I lifted up she pulled down the straps to her tank top and then each bra strap freeing the blessed breasts for my feasting. I lavished each with kisses knowing she had missed this contact when we had played before and I had once told her if I ever got to them again I’d make sure she knew I loved them.

Cupping each breast I teased the nipples with my fingers as I continued kissing her and working my way around her neck and down to each nipple. Even as I played she was antsy for more and she pulled off her jeans revealing her lightly stubble covered pussy. Mostly bear with that minimal stubble she looked delicious and I quickly stripped and then leaned down to devour her. My tongue finding her clit and my fingers sliding into her wet center. This girl was drenched before I even slid a finger in. Damn she was sexy and wanted me was all I could think at the time.

Now Bayan Escort I’ll admit as I leaned over her I had hoped she’d take me into her mouth and suck but Stacy is one of those, when I’m in the mood I’ll suck you until you can’t stand it but if I’m not in the mood I’m not doing it at all type girls. In reality I think she really hadn’t given thought to it. I didn’t ask and she was receiving pleasure as her hips rocked up against my tongue and mouth and to be honest it didn’t bother me. Seduce her mind, make her cum and she’ll come back for more was the thought in my head. I admit it was also just too damn good licking and tasting her to stop and mention her sucking on me.

I had lost a little of the raging hard-on I had but she quickly stroked me as I swung around her body and fit myself between those legs. She pulled my cock towards her wet center and then I felt it. That warm, wet, tight sucking sensation inside of her tight little pussy. Drawing me in deeper and deeper. Wanting me to take her and make her realize that six years without this was way too long. Four years without seeing each other at all was also way entirely way too long.

“Stacy damn you feel good,” I whimpered as I pushed the length of my shaft into her.

“MMM so do you,” she replied thrusting her hips up to meet me.

Long deep strokes, she took all 7 and ½ or 8 inches, (nope never measured) inside and damn if it didn’t feel as good as I remembered. Hell, I’d say even better as I slid in and out. Licking and nibbling on her nipples, kissing her, feeling her hands caress my back and ass as she pulled me deeper.

“God, I’ve missed this,” she growled as I sped up the pace fucking her hard for about thirty seconds, watching her face flush and contort in orgasm as I slowed to a near stop and began building up again. Now in hindsight I did this too many times over the next hour as we lay there slowly kissing. Not daring to say the words that both of us thought I’m sure at the time.

Yes, I had really wanted to tell her I loved and missed her, but she knew. I also know she felt the same way as she continued to beg for more. Arching, thrusting, and meeting my every stroke with her own. By now sweat was pouring off of us and it had been nearly an hour of slow sex sprinkled with furious pounding, legs lifted, fucking her hard until she came again.

She smiled throughout and we paused just enough to have light chat and banter as we teased each other. I did ask at one point.

“Stacy, when I cum where do you want in you or on you or somewhere specific?”

“Oh Rob, on me I guess, I’m scared of getting pregnant with another child.”

“Honey,” I said grinning at her, “You know I had my stuff fixed a long time ago no chance of that with me.”

“I know I just worry but,” yeah I cut her off with a kiss. If she wanted me to pull out and cum on her I was fine with that.

About ten minutes later, and yes even I was amazed at my own stamina, I asked again and she grinned up at me and instructed me to cum inside her.

Lifting Escort her legs to bring her knees to my chest I began to pound that tight little pussy hard, long hard, deep and fast strokes knowing she was riding another orgasm as I neared my own.

“You do know we can switch and you can be on top right? Or you do know I’m going to bend you over before we are done and I’m going to hit that from behind right?”

Stacy just continued gazing at me with half shut eyes as I thrust deeply inside her. I slid back out and flipped her over and leaned in. In doing so I nudged that cute little backdoor and had to fight the urge to push as she reaches back and guides me into her kitty again. I could feel her fingers rubbing her clit as she neared another orgasm and her moans were loud as I grabbed her hips and fucked her with all I had.

Like I stated earlier all that edging and furious fucking had just kept me on edge and I knew that I was either going to have to pound her hard or give in soon and call it a day. We had been furiously fucking for over an hour and she felt so damn good I just didn’t want to stop.

“Oh my god I’m not going to be able to walk later,” Stacy cooed, fluffing my ego to a huge bonus level.

“Are you complaining dear?” I asked nearly stopping completely.

“No just fuck me Rob.” She begged.

Grabbing her hips again I leaned over her and fucked her as deep and as hard as I could from behind for about two minutes until she was whimpering and panting and sweat rolled off us both. I finally gave up on achieving the spurting but in truth I had an orgasm myself without spurting. Yes, guys, that can be done if you can control yourself. Trust me this was all about her and enjoying the tryst than shooting a load of cum into her.

I pulled away and leaned over her kissing her. We just basked in that afterglow for a moment before she said she really had to go.

As we dressed I stayed hard, wanting to throw her back down and go again, but I kept myself in check. I led her to the bathroom to pee and then waited on after I dressed myself.

As soon as she walked out of the bathroom I kissed her again and ran my hands over Stacy’s supple body. “You know I’d love to go again right?” I asked her.

“Rob,” she replied, “I’d love it too but, I’m already so sore I can barely walk, I have to go meet Shelly for lunch and oh my god thank you, it’s been too long since I had just really good, dirty, sweaty sex.”

I sat on the couch pulling her down straddling me and talked to her between kisses. While I really wanted to start another round it would be better to let her get out of the house and to her lunch date so no one suspected anything.

I kissed her again and told her, “Stacy, you know since you didn’t get that load of cum this time you’ll have to come back and try again.”

“You can count on that baby.” She whispered in reply.

As I walked her out I couldn’t believe I had just had the greatest sex in probably the last five years of my life just moments ago. I wasn’t eager to let her go but damn watching her walk away and noticing the gentle gait in her step, knowing she was indeed sore from getting thoroughly fucked by me, put a huge grin on my face.

To Be Continued…

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He walked in the door after a 2-week business trip to England. His plane didn’t get in until midnight. Which was way past her bedtime, when she has to wake up early for work, so he expected her to be fast asleep. He walked through the dark house, into the bedroom. To his surprise, his girlfriend was not yet asleep. The candles were lit around the room and she was lying sexily on her side in some new red-laced lingerie.

“Welcome home hot stuff.”

He left his baggage right there and took off his shoes. He walked over to her as he took off his jacket and tie. She leaned up and he greeted her with a long kiss. As he backed away for a second, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back to her lips. Their tongue darted back and forth and the need to have him inside her grew stronger.

She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and ripped it off him. Then came off his pants. He sat next to her on the bed and they backed up further on the bed, never leaving each other’s lips. She got on top of his lap and could feel his erect cock. She was really wet now. He quickly undid her bra and took Escort bayan it off and her natural triple D breasts popped out.

He leaned down and took her left nipple in his mouth. He swirled his tongue all around it and flicked his tongue across her erect nipple a couple times and moved to the right nipple.

She pushed him on his back and moved closer to the edge of the bed. She took off his underwear and put her tongue on the tip of his hard cock. She licked the head and then licked all the way down and up the length of his dick. Then she took the head of his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.

She took the cock into her mouth and slid him as far into her mouth as she could take. She slid his cock out of her mouth and sucked on the head of it and then went back down on him. She repeated this several times. She sucked and licked him fast and faster. When she started slowing down he pushed was pushing his hips up to meet her throat. She slid her mouth all the way down his cock so deep that she was deep throating his tasty cock. She repeated this 5 more times before Bayan Escort she let his hard dick slide out of her mouth.

She crawled back up on him and kissed his lips. He grabbed her by her waist and flipped her on her back. He yanked her red panties off her and started rubbing her wet pussy. He rubbed up and down her pussy lips. Making sure to touch every pink part of her. He stuck a finger inside, with much difficulty. He moved his finger in and out, very slowly. He placed his thumb over her clit and rubbed at the same speed that he moved his finger. He quickened his pace and put more pressure on her clit.

“I need you,” she practically moaned.

“Tell me what you want,” He teased.

“I need your hard cock, fucking my slick pussy.”

Removing his fingers, he licked each nipple again. Then he gave her a long, deep kiss and positioned his cock at her pussy hole. He moved his cock up and down her slit, touching her clit with each pass. She was tortured with anticipation. He then, slid the head of his member inside her and let her adjust. He was pushing inside her so slowly, Escort and she was getting impatient. She bucked her hips up, pushing his cock all the way inside her tight pussy. She moaned with such great pleasure of feeling him fill her.

He began to pump in and out of her. In and out. In and out. He started pumping faster.

“Harder,” she breathed.

He pumped harder. He reached up and pinched her nipple as he fucked her. He gave her another kiss, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She could feel her climax coming on.

“Faster!”

He pumped faster and harder and leaned over and took her nipple into his mouth.

“ohhhhh….mmmhhmmm…..yes.. yes.. Fuck me. Yes. Ohhh..Im gonna cum. I’m gonna come on your hard cock. I love your cock in my tight pussy. Fuck yes.”

Writhing in pleasure, her pussy clamping down on his cock and she came.

He slid his cock in and out of her and he lost control and shot his hot cum deep in her juicy pussy.

He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and sweaty. He rolled off of her, lying next to her and she snuggled up close to him.

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed your sex,” she responded.

They both laughed and fell asleep in each other’s arms, knowing what great morning sex was awaiting them when they woke up.

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