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Story three, Following on from the Gymnasium.

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Out of the shower at the Gymnasium, Debbie and I quickly dressed, I asked her not to put her bra or knickers back on, “I don’t want to waste time getting you naked when we get home,” I grinned.

“How do you know I want to be naked with you?” she asked me playfully.

I slapped her lightly on her backside and said “I just know you do that’s all.”

“You know too much,” she smiled.

We ran hand in hand out to my car, climbed in and set off for my apartment, which was only 10 minutes away.

“What did you think of the Gym Debbie?” I asked as we drove along.

“Oh it was wonderful,” she retorted, “I’ve had a good workout and I always fancied sex in a hot sauna.”

“What did you think when Mike and his girl came in?”

“I wasn’t embarrassed at all, I was thrilled by them looking at me without my clothes on, I’ve always thought of myself as a bit of an exhibitionist,” Then added “Do you know Mike well?”

“No, not well, I’ve had a couple of drinks with him in the bar, He’s the manager and lives on the premises, He has a reputation with the ladies, I do know one or two members have stopped their wives going to the Gym after the wives had sex with Mike and they were found out,”

“Oooh the naughty man,” Debbie said in mock disgust.

I parked my car and we went inside my apartment,I cuddled you close and whispered “Lets go to bed.”

“MMMMMMMMM,” she replied.

Debbie lifted up her arms as I pulled her top over her head, I unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor exposing her naked form.

“And this is Escort Esenyurt exactly why I didn’t want you to put your underclothes on,” I grinned.

Debbie turned and ran to the bed.

It took me about 2 seconds to tear off my Tshirt and jeans and jump in to bed beside her, In seconds our arms were around each other, Debbie lay on her back and I looked down on her.

Debbie’s legs were a little way apart and my right thigh rested on her pussy between them, I kissed her lips then moved down to her soft luscious breasts.

I squeezed them gently with my hands and fed a nipple into my mouth, she pushed her chest up to my face and I sucked hard on her nipple, It was having the right effect, she writhed and moaned, and I then moved further down her body poking my tongue into her belly button which made her giggle.

I kissed her stomach just above her pubic hair and then moved my face on to that delicious and so feminine area of her body, I opened her pussy lips with my nose and she smelled divine, I sucked on her wet fleshy inner lips, pulling them into my mouth and then sought out her clitoris licking it ravenously.

Debbie quickly became fully aroused. She lifted her hips and wriggled furiously on the bed, a constant murmuring emitted from her mouth.

Her hands, clutching the back of my head, pulled me closer into her.

Debbie was near to orgasm and she called pleadingly to me.

“Do it now please Jeff, please fuck me now, I want to feel your cock inside me!”

Her plea was urgent and I raised myself up, arranging myself between her legs. She opened them wide and Escort Avcılar reached down to grasp my cock, guiding it to the entrance of her willing cunt.

I pushed into her and although she was wet with love juice, her hole was tight, she wrapped her legs around my back, the heel of her foot on my bottom and jerked me further into her.

I began a smooth rhythmical movement in and out of her pussy, She squealed with ecstasy and pleasure mixed with the pain of my big dick driving into her, I felt tremendous, Thrilled to be sharing sex with such a gorgeous woman.

For Debbie, her love juices were already flowing and the tingling and sensitivity effected her whole pussy area, passion built within her, and an enormous orgasm erupted inside her,screwing up her face and forcing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

“Haaaaghaaaghaa, ooooooo mmmmmm,” she gasped as the feelings inside overwhelmed with her,

” Please stop please stop!” she begged “I can’t stand anymore.”

I stopped driving my cock into her and withdrew it out of her pussy, I kissed her lips and asked, as if I didn’t know “Did you like that darling?”

“Oh yes yes I did!” she gasped,still panting.

“Its not finished yet,” I said ” Turn on to your knees, I want you from the back.”

Without hesitation Debbie got to her knees and faced away from me, I looked at the super sight in front of me as she bent over.

Her pussy hole was wide open after our sex, as though waiting hopefully for the next penetration.

I dipped my finger into her sex hole and spread some of her love juice into her bum hole just above, then I pulled on her hips and slid my still rock hard cock all the way into her pussy, My belly hit her bum and my balls swung up to her stomach.

Again she cried out, but this time the entrance was much slicker,My cock slid easily into her welcoming hole. I hit into her with rapid strokes and she pushed vigorously back onto me.

She moaned and sighed, and I grunted and groaned, only this time I knew I couldn’t hold it back, my eyelids screwed shut, my head spun and my cum erupted from my cock, pouring into the deep recesses of Debbie’s pussy in squirt after squirt.

This time she begged me “Don’t take it out Jeff!” and then collapsed face down on the bed with me on top of her.

Debbie sobbed softly with the emotion we had created, and I kissed the side of her face and the back of her neck.

We lay like that for some time just kissing and cuddling and caressing each others bodies, We were drained by what we had experienced today.

The vigorous exercise in the Gym, Dunking in the jacuzzi, the fantastic sex in the sauna, meeting new people who might become our friends, and the wonderful lovemaking we had just enjoyed,

I gazed down at her nakedness which was now becoming so familiar to me.

I kissed her compliant lips, then each of her breasts and the lips of her pussy. I whispered to her that I was impressed at how tight her sex hole is, She looked at me from under her eyelids.

“My husband isn’t as big as you Jeff,” she murmured softly.

It was time to take Debbie home, we reluctantly dragged ourselves off the bed, and even more slowly began to dress which this time did include Debbie putting on her knickers. As I watched her step into them I thought to myself “This is a beautiful and sexy woman, and she is mine,we are going to have a lot of fun together.”

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Well, Evelyn is a professional dancer, you know, and she has a fabulous body. Just perfect, and because of that, and her model looks, Michael has tended to set his sexier pieces on her. You can be quite exposed up there on stage in those leotards, especially the flesh colored ones that are intended to give a nude look. But Evie is definitely a bit of an exhibitionist — she’s proud of her body, and I know she loves doing that kind of dancing. Something is set alight in her by the audience’s delighted attention. She’s admitted to me it turns her on, and knowing that turns me on too. I’m not the jealous type, not at all, even though she’s dancing quite intimately with her male partners, most with pretty damn hot bods too. Dancing, really, I think when you get right down to the nub of it, is sex. Evie says, actually, that it can be better than sex, but I think that is because its movement goes beyond the act, it has greater freedom of expression and emotion. It can awaken a prelapsarian sensuality that makes us love the body, love vitality, love life. Anyway, I guess we’re pretty well matched because while she’s the exhibitionist I’m the thrilled voyeur. Lithe female bodies generally make me want to fall down and worship. Evie’s beauty can rip wide the surface of the world and let the divine blaze in. Not only am I her acolyte, I want to evangelize for her, bring her more offerings of praise. Which might help explain what happened at the closing night gala for Carmina Burana. ..

First of all it was a great performance. Evie danced the “roasting swan” which in that section had her mostly carried aloft and passed between four male dancers, eight hands turning, turning her body as if on a spit. She returned in the “Court of Love” third section to be the girl in the red shift, standing like a rosebud, face radiant, driving the boys mad “oh, oh, oh… burning all over for the love of a new girl…” It’s a perfect subject for dance, anacreontic songs discovered in a ancient monastery, a marvelous score by Orff, a medieval Wheel of Fortune theme; the dancing melds the elements into a perfect blend of the pagan and the sacred. It’s intoxicating! Everyone left the theater in a wonderful lusty mood

Afterwards, there was a party at the home of one of our very wealthy benefactors — a great big stone Tudor mansion out in the Hamptons. Very swank, lots of tuxes and glam party dresses. Evelyn looked her usual drop-dead gorgeous wearing a little black dress, very short and swishy, low cut in front and the back cut down to the small of her beautiful back. Well, we circulated for awhile and did our bit to schmooze the donors. Then we ran into Matthew who said, “Hey, there’s a billiard room upstairs — want to check it out?”

So Evie and I followed him and found about half a dozen guys. Looked like a good place to hang out — someone had liberated a couple bottles of Scotch from the wet bar in the corner and people were taking turns playing pool. After awhile Evie and I had a chance to play each other, so we did, but we’re not very good, and it seemed like it was taking us forever to pocket all the balls. I glanced around at one point and I don’t think the guys were caring very much — in fact, they all seemed pleasantly distracted from their conversations, whenever Evie played a shot. You know, bending over the cue to line up a shot. She was quite an eyeful with all those opportunities to peek down her décolletage, or to see that skirt ride up her thighs. I could see she knew it too. I caught her eye at one point as she sprawled over a shot — her eyes twinkled and she gave an impish look back over her shoulder at some guys who were directly behind her, and laughed.

Now I knew she had this fantasy, she once told me, of being naked in a roomful of very well-dressed men, and driving them wild, and it suddenly struck me that this was it. This was that opportunity! So, I whispered in her ear “I’m remembering your particular fantasy… feeling frisky tonight?” and she gave me a very devilish eye flash and murmured “Hmmm…I think I could get lucky tonight!” We exchanged a couple of challenging looks which told me she was up to the dare. So I stepped back to chalk up my cue and very casually said out loud to the whole room, “Evelyn, you could make it much more interesting for all of us here if you just stepped out of that dress!”

Well, she didn’t miss a beat. She just beamed one of her curtain-call smiles like this was a tremendous compliment (which of course it was) and said, “Why not?” and coquettishly looking around added “If no one objects?” The guys all grinned and gestured the floor was hers. So she turned directly to face the ones on her side of the room, and stepped up, as if to a mark, got this look of mischief on her face, and delicately reached a hand up to one dress strap and dropped it off her shoulder. Then reached her other hand across and dropped the other shoulder strap, brought her hands together shrugging her shoulders inward, and just let that dress fall down around her ankles. Escort Beylikdüzü

She had on the prettiest little black silk underwear, French-cut tap pants that just revealed the taut under-curve of her buttocks, just where they meet the thigh, and a lacy demi-cup push-up bra with a tiny blue butterfly clasp in front. The eyebrows on all those guys rose about as high as they could go and they broke out into this spontaneous cheer and applause. She made a reverence, pirouetted back to the table on demi-point, and made a pretty little arabesque to line up her shot and stroked it with real flair with out much particular care scattering quite a few balls. I just grinned.

Well, someone came up and set a fresh drink down besides her like an offering, and another voice suggested “Better close that door….” Which someone thoughtfully did. Evie moved confidently around the table taking her shots, and striking delightful poses as she waited mine — all very nonchalant, very comfortable. She had put the room under a spell and after a minute of pretty incredulous looks from the guys they just leaned back and openly admired her.

After a few more turns around the table, she turned again towards her audience, half-sat leaning back on the edge of the pool table and gave them the boldest look — practically a challenge. Well, Matthew knew. He was an ex- of hers, about 5 years back, still best of friends. She probably had told him about her fantasy too. He just walked forward, paused in front of her, and locked eyes with her. After a moment hers softened just a bit, a yes, and he reached forward and undid her clasp, and removed her bra. She reached a hand up and lifted the hair off her shoulders giving a bit of a head toss, and her breast bounced ever so slightly. She gave Matthew a big smile, like gratitude, then kissed him and turned back to the table for her next shot.

She was marvelous. She was definitely heating up the room, but seemed as cool as a cucumber, pacing easily around the table, striking the most delectable poses as she waited her turn — not cheese-cakey, but somehow calculated with her keen dancer’s sense of line to accentuate one fine feature of hers or another — the curve of her hip when standing on one foot, the high lift in her chest, as she intently chalked the cue.

It wasn’t long before she missed a shot, but remained leaning forward, palms down on the edge of the pool table, briefly miming a pout, then looking back over her shoulder at one of the guys, arching an eyebrow. His attention caught, she rolled her eyes suggestively down to her shoulder, and he took the meaning. He stepped up behind her, then with two fingers closed together lightly traced the furrow of her spine downward from the nape of her neck to the top of her panties. As his fingers moved down she lifted her chin, put more arch into her back, slightly widened her stance, and relevéed into demi-point. The guy delicately took hold of her panties at each hip and began to slowly roll them down. He had to give them a gently tug at the widest part of her bottom, but soon enough they too dropped to the floor, and there she was, naked as the day she was born.

Someone in the room gave out a long “Oh Baby!” and Evie gave a little laugh and said “Well boys, I trust you are finding things a little more interesting!” The guy next to her nodded assent and reached to fondle her bottom, but she deftly stepped aside and gave his hand a little slap. “Now you be patient — I have a game to finish!”

I loved how she had the whole room in thrall. She was in total control even though she was the one without a stitch on amongst eight men in their penguin suits. We continued to play out our game with her moving just as naturally and free and proud as a cat. Dancers are so comfortable in their own skin. And she truly is a marvel to behold — slender and long-legged, a firm round ass, tiny waist. Her breasts are perfect I think, symmetrical and round, smallish, but larger than most dancers I’d say — but not so large as to annoy, as they can in dance. Just enough weight to see them flutter enchantingly when she dances, if you choose to notice. Her aureoles are large and brown, perfectly round, and her nipples — pert little tips, very enticing. I never tire of looking at her — I think divinity dwells in the female form — but as perfect as her body is, it’s her face that makes me almost die every time I look at her. With that swept jaw line, small, straight nose, high cheekbones, soft full lips, big eyes, raven hair…. She’s definitely my goddess. It was clear that this was a goddess moment for the guys in that room too. An ecstatic vision of beauty. She was their enchantress… A Circe.

It seemed as if she were deliberately choosing shots that made her reach further over the table, the better to dangle her breasts, and show her ass to these guys. Several times she half-sprawled on a corner of the table, with one knee lifted on the edge, her sex clearly revealed. Everybody Escort Bahçeşehir was in seventh heaven — the guys were just all grins and rapturous smiles, relishing the opportunity to gaze openly at a beautiful naked female form. I think they appreciated too Evelyn’s naturalness and comfort in the situation — indeed her very evident enjoyment of their admiring looks. I could tell she was thrilled with the opportunity to act out her fantasy. She was practically prancing in front of all these guys and the contrast between her nakedness and the tuxedoed guys was creating a real charge.

I tried to drag the game out, but eventually pocketed the eight ball. “Rack ’em up again?” I asked her, and she turned with her arms crossed under her breasts and surveyed her audience. “Hmm…” she said. “Noooo, I have a different game of eight ball in mind. I think it’s time for one of these gentlemen to take a cue.” And with that she leaned back against the table, raised a leg in passé position and began touching herself between the legs.

As is the fashion these days, she kept her pussy carefully shaved except for a thin vertical line over her pudenda. With the fingers of both hands she carefully opened her labial flower and then stirred with one finger the pink flesh around her clit. One gentleman did take the cue and stepped forward, knelt before Eve, and gently planted a kiss on her pussy. Soon he was energetically engaged in cunnilingus and Evie tilted her head back and moaned with pleasure. After a bit, he grabbed her hips and rotated her around so that now her ass was facing out. He spread her cheeks and burrowed his face in giving her asshole a delicate tongue-licking.

After a minute he stood up, pulled her hips outward some more. Evie cooperated fully, putting a fine arch into her back, and leaning over the table onto her elbows. She regarded the room over her shoulder and cracked with a grin “I hope you all have a good view. You’re a great audience! I love you!” she finished with a laugh. She opened her stance some more and swayed her ass back and forth seductively while she waited for the guy to undo his trousers and haul out his cock. It sprang forth, hard and upward-arched, ready for action. Slowly he guided it into her. She was definitely wet and ready for him because he was able to drive it in up to the hilt in one slow smooth motion. Both gave a groan of pleasure as his groin pressed hard against her ass.

He started to work it, building up to a nice audible slap against her ass, each jolt sending a nice flutter through her cheeks, and giving a beautiful bounce to her breasts. It was good hard fucking at its best, and Evie took it wonderfully, rolling her ass, tossing her hair, and pushing back into him. It was like she was lap dancing with him the way it should be.

It wasn’t long before this guy exploded into her and clenched her fast. When he finally released her she turned around and gave him a nice long open-mouth kiss. Then singling out another guy with her eyes and a beckoning finger, she said. “Now how do youuuu want me?” He said, “Just like you’ve done.” She smiled, turned around again, leaned over the table on her forearms, spread her legs, and said “You mean second position ecarté again?” Someone cried out “Hey baby, are you going to dance with us all?” and Evie responded “Abso-fuckin-lutely! Then adding with a wink “By the way, I’m Evelyn, and I will be serving you tonight!

Well, guy number two took her the same way, and rocked her hard, while the other guys closed around in a semi-circle to watch. At one point she regarded them, and quipped through some little gasps “I trust you boys are enjoying the show!” Big nods. I tell you, everybody was happy there. Nothing like seeing a beautiful woman offering herself up to everyone’s pleasure. It was clear to all in the room that we were privileged to be creating collectively one unique incredibly intense sexual drama; one that would be seared indelibly into our brains; something that one might think relegated to the realms of wild imagination, but there, that night, the dream was real.

After number two climaxed in her, Evie sent him off like the first with a grateful kiss, then picked out a third guy and said, “Okay Romeo. I’m your Juliet.” He took her frontally, her long legs locked firmly around him as he pinned and hammered her against the table. The fourth she dragged onto the table, laid him back, and straddled him. Again, this was a beautiful fucking as she rode his pole up and down, her cheeks spreading wonderfully across his groin each time she came down hard, while he fondled her swaying breasts. Again that lovely arch of her back, the forward tilt of her pelvis, the high lift in her chest, and always her infectious smile broken by moans of pleasure. In the middle of this she looked coyly around and said, “How am I doing boys?” And we all acclaimed our approval and cheered them on. “Yeah, baby!” “Bravo! Bravo!”

When number four was spent she gave him a send-off kiss and looked around for her next partner. Matthew stepped forward and said “How about a pas de trois?” and she wagged a finger knowingly at him, but nodded her willingness. Matthew said “Okay Dave come help me with this Medora…” which got a laugh from Evelyn. The two guys leapt lightly onto the pool table and positioned Evie, kneeling between them, Matthew in front, Dave behind, and proceeded to rock her back and forth on an axis of cock, one in her mouth, one arcing into her vagina. She sucked Matthew’s cock with great enthusiasm while Dave spread his hands across her hips to take command of her rocking. It was a master performance as both guys came almost simultaneously.

I, of course, had to join in on this scene at some point. After giving Matthew and Dave their thank-you kisses, sitting on the edge of the table, Evie saw that I, tool out, was ready to claim the next dance, and gave me an eye flash. I stepped up to my mark, so to speak, offered my hand to help her off the table, then twirled her around to assume her familiar position bent over the edge. Only, as I saw that delightful, familiar ass presented to me I had another thought.

Evie was an anal virgin. In the past we had talked about it, she thought she was interested in the idea as an experimentation, but she was scared, thought that with all her dance training, the particularly toning of the pelvic girdle involved in dancing turned out, she thought she might be too tight. She always said I would have to get her really drunk first to relax her enough. Somehow, that had never happened; we liked having a few drinks but neither of us enjoyed getting sloppy drunk.

But I also had a private theory about attempting her backdoor. Dancers are so in touch with their own bodies, so conscious of their weight and so aware of what goes in and out of their digestive tract that the idea of their anus being a receptacle violates the strict discipline they must adhere to. Not only that, the narcissism which is so common in dancers assumes unconsciously the object role in the ritual of scopophilia. Their genitals become a natural sacrament for others, a gift of life.

That night Evie was being particularly generous in that gift, but always she was the priestess, receiving devotion, dispensing the divine, touching sublimity with half-lidded eyes commanding hushed focus one moment on the soft moans, pelvic beat and lubricious accompaniment of the love-making, the next moment reasserting control by being talkative, witty, playful. My thought was subversive however. If I opened up an unexpected route to the divine, she might experience some of the surrender of the devotee. She might, on this unknown path, suddenly be caught unprepared and be overwhelmed by the divine.

I began by using the tip of my cock to spread wetness from her dripping pussy to the pretty little pucker of her asshole. “Such a bad girl you are” I mocked as I started to press and spread the wetness inward with my forefinger. “You think you can invite all these cocks to the party, Beauty, and not pay for it? There still is one thing reserved for me!” Regarding me over her shoulder, I saw a look of surprise come into her eyes as she perceived my intent. “Bad Carrabosse!” she chided.

But tonight I sensed she was intoxicated enough with this incredible encore performance in the billiard room, still perhaps a bit suffused with her role as the spitted swan. I grinned at her sternly and I saw her gather her pluck. “Okay, prick me with thy prick. I’m your Beauty!” and proceeded to grab her buttocks with both hands and spread them wide.

I took my time as she was, as I expected, quite tight. I gradually introduced two fingers into her as far they could go and after awhile I could feel her sphincter starting to relax. The guys around us appeared quite rapt with the spectacle as I began to finger fuck her ass, and then after this preparatory work was done, slowly guide the tip of my cock into her. Soon enough I had her fully impaled on my spear as the final thrust brought a real moan from her lips. One of the guys helpfully handed her another scotch. This she accepted graciously even as I started to move more vigorously in her. She gave our circle of admirers another one of her patented sly looks and raised her glass in a toast. “Damn, I may be bad, but I think I’m a very lucky girl tonight! You gentlemen really know how to give a gal a rockin’ time!”

I loved her spirit but I also wanted her total attention to what was going on in her ass. I quickly worked up to a steady hard-driving tempo which really rocked her forward on each thrust and began to elicit little staccato gasps from her throat. That was what I wanted to hear, I notched it up another level and her ass began bouncing up with each thrust so that her weight came nearly off the tips of her toes. I saw her hands grip the edge of the table tighter and the moans were getting more urgent. Her buttocks, ears, and chest reddened with a bright sexual flush and her legs began to quiver uncontrollably. My piston strokes quickened and when she settled her weight on her forearms over the table I grabbed her hips and lifted her weight entirely off her feet pulling her ass back to meet each thrust.

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It was the sexiest, most erotic phone conversation I had ever had in my life. The man on the other end was causing me to shiver and shake with excitement at the things he was saying to me.

I was laying on the bed wearing my little black nightie with tiny thin shoulder straps and nothing underneath, I don’t like to wear underwear much and never wear any at night. It was ten o’clock in the evening and nobody was about.

Outside the rain was pouring down in tune with my own womanly juices. He was telling me how much he enjoyed looking at me when I was at work. He thought my mouth was sexy and I wondered how he would like it wrapped around his engorged cock.

The conversation slowly escalated to him telling me what he wanted to do to me. I could not believe that this was the same man who was so “nice” to me at work. I could never have imagined he would say things like “cock” or “ass.” It was fucking unbelievable.

I loved the way he lowered his voice when he was talking dirty. It became husky and breathless and made my heart thump so hard, I felt it would explode.

Of course, when I let him know where I REALLY wanted his cock, he was a little surprised, but then he wanted to hear me say it out loud…

“Say it. Let me hear you say you want my cock up your ass,” he commanded with authority.

“I want your cock up my ass,” I said quietly.

“I didn’t hear that. Say it again,” he said.

“I want you to FUCK me up the ASS with your COCK,” I said louder and clearer.

“That’s good. I’d like to do that,” he replied in that husky, sexy voice.

I was getting sleepy as the conversation had gone on for hours. We had covered many things in those hours, more than some would cover in a life time. It was sometime early in the morning now and I was drifting off to sleep.

The last thing I remembered was him telling me to meet him the next night at the beach, wearing nothing but a swim suit….

AT THE BEACH

It was full moon and the night was mild and peaceful. A gentle breeze caressed my heated skin like a skilled lover’s hand. The light from the moon reflected off the dark, smooth surface of the water.

Then I saw him and shivered, despite the warmth. He was out in the water, sitting on his surf-board wearing shorts and no top. His bare, surfer’s chest shone in the moonlight and I could only stare in admiration at the glorious sight.

He saw me at the same time, as I slowly walked down to the water, wearing my black swim suit with the high-cut brief, which showed off the lower half of my ass.

I wondered how I looked to him with my tits framed by the thin black straps of my suit. The push-up effect of the slight support in the top part of the suit would be creating a gentle swell, like the ocean.

He was staring. Good, he seemed as mesmerised as I was. Our gazes clashed and passion was reflected in one another’s eyes, heating my body from the inside out, till I could feel my cheeks flush with color.

Walking through the cool water to meet him, I felt my nipples hardening to points that pushed against the material, almost painful with the need to escape their restraint. He walked towards me and his eyes dropped to my chest, looking at my obvious arousal.

“I’m glad you came,” I porno said shyly, when I got close enough for him to hear me.

He dragged his eyes away from my chest and looked at my mouth, saying:

“I almost did when I first saw you in this swim suit.”

This response surprised me and I smiled as he leaned over to kiss me. His hot mouth pressed against mine, gently at first. Then his kiss became more demanding as he explored my mouth with his strong tongue, pushing mine around. He sucked my tongue and didn’t let it go until he wanted to.

“So you like to be dominated huh?” He asked with a sudden serious tone to his voice.

“Yes,” I replied breathlessly, still shaken from his kiss.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

I did as he said, without question.

He groaned when he saw the back of my suit and then said:

“Follow me further into the water.”

I followed willingly behind him as he held onto my hand in a firm, re-assuring grasp.

When we were both waist deep in the water, he helped me to sit on the surf board with him. Then we sat facing one another, our legs dangling either side of the board into the water. I should have been worried about sharks but felt more fearful of him and what was going to happen next.

He reached out to me and pulled down first the left shoulder strap and then the right, making my suit fall away, exposing my breasts that sat up plump and proud for his inspection.

“They’re perfect,” he stated, in a quiet voice.

“I always wondered what they would look like and to see them out here, at night, like this…Fuck Me! You have no idea how beautiful you look tonight.” He said roughly.

“Tell me,” I said quietly.

“Your dark hair framing your gorgeous face. Those sexy lips on your adorable mouth and that look in your eyes…Your body and your tits open and on display just for me. I feel like the luckiest man alive. Thank You.”

His reply left me breathless and moved beyond belief. There are just some moments in life that stop time from moving. When one moment feels like eternity and you know you will remember it forever. This was one of those moments.

My feelings and emotions were obvious as he looked into my eyes and we leaned forwards for another passionate kiss. This time our arms wrapped around each other and our hands explored skin.

I loved the muscles that ran up his back from his narrow waist, to his broad, strong shoulders. I felt each ridge with excitement and anticipation. He felt so hard that I thought of nothing but his back and chest…more perfect than any sculpture I had ever seen.

Then he began to touch my nipples very gently, as if fascinated by them. So deep was his concentration, that I could only watch, as his face grew more and more focused. He looked up and smiled at me, apologizing for only giving his attention to my tits. I let him know that it was fine but now I was focused on the obvious bulge in his shorts.

“Can I see you please?” I asked shyly.

He immediately reached down and released his cock from the confinement of his shorts.

I let all my breath out with a moan as his fully erect member sprang up to wink at me, with pre-cum glistening in it’s eye.

Being the hot-blooded woman that I am, looking porno izle was not enough for me. I reached out to touch him and wrapped my hand firmly around his shaft. I gave a slight squeeze and his cock jerked in my hand. This excited me more and I moved my hand up and down, just pulling his circumcised skin till his cock head turned a dark shade of purple.

Thank heavens for moonlight because I like to look. In this light he looked amazing and scary all at once. As he grew in excitement, so did the pressure of his fingers on my nipples. I gasped and he worried that he was hurting me. I assured him that he wasn’t and that I liked having my nipples pulled, pinched and twisted, using a lot of force.

He couldn’t believe this admission so he gently, then firmly tested how far he could go before he hurt me too much. I only nodded, closed my eyes and said:

“More. Yes, more. Give me MORE.”

He pulled, pinched and twisted my nipples as I gasped with pleasure and urged him on, while still holding onto his cock and pulling it with slightly more force than before.

“Now I want you to pinch your own nipples while I look,” he said.

I did as he asked, no, commanded.

“That’s it…play with your nipples while I stroke my cock,” he said as he stroked his cock and watched my hands and fingers intently as they played and pulled at my nipples.

He watched me and I watched him and we were in heaven. That was the second time my world stopped still…

Then he saw my tongue flick out of my mouth and lick at my lips a few times. That, combined with the pleading look in my eyes, told him all he needed to know.

“Do you want to suck my cock?” He asked

I nodded my head up and down and he let go of his manhood for me. His hands were now on his strong, muscular thighs as I bent forward to wrap my mouth around the purple head of his long, lovely lifeline.

He held my hair up out of the way as I gently began tracing a line with my tongue around the ridges and veins of his pulsing cock. Then I sucked his entire length inside my greedy mouth till my lips hit the hair at the base and my chin rested on his balls, which I held cupped in my left hand.

He seemed to enjoy this because he groaned and lifted his hips up to meet my mouth with rapid, rocking movements. This allowed me to stroke his firm balls easier. I kept him deep in my throat while the tip of my tongue flicked around the ridges of his mushroom head.

He got really excited and started thrusting deeper in and out of my mouth saying, in between labored breaths:

“Do you want me to fuck your mouth?”

This made me so wet that I knew my pussy would be dripping by now. I love it when a man talks dirty during sex and the sound of his excited, husky voice, urgent with need, drove me wild with desire.

He knew I loved what he was doing to me so his thrusts drove his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth till I could hardly breathe. My hands were on his ass, pulling him towards me when suddenly he stopped.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and read the look of surprise and disappointment on my face.

“You are lovely and have such a beautiful face but I think it would be even more fucking unreal to see some of my cum on it.” He said, sex izle looking into my questioning eyes.

He had mentioned this during the phone conversation and I remember thinking it was a bit odd. But now I found that I wanted it as much as he did and I just nodded and sat up, waiting for his next move. He raised himself up on his knees and said:

“Play with your nipples again.”

I did what I had done before, cupping my tits, lifting them up slightly and pinching my nipples between thumb and finger. His hips were in line with my chest and he began to pull his cock, now slippery and wet from my saliva. I spat on my hand and offered him more. His eyes remained glued to mine as he took what I offered and continued jerking off while I played with myself.

Then his face changed expression and I knew he was about to cum. He shot a spurt of thick, white cum upwards and it landed on my left cheek, dripping some in the valley between my tits.

Then he stopped and said:

“I want to save some for later…”

Then he just looked at me as I continued to touch my body and rub my fingers around my nipples with cum on my cheek and sliding down between my tits.

“This is amazing and better than I could ever have imagined it would be. If you could see the picture I am looking at right now…You are a fantasy come true.” He said in a low, raspy voice.

That was the third time I forgot to breathe…nobody had EVER called me a fantasy before. I looked deeply into his eyes and knew he was sincere. At that moment I felt absolutely beautiful and very special.

“Come on, we need a drink.” He said, then hopped into the water and pulled the board, with me still on it, to the shore. We walked up the deserted beach, hand in hand, to where he had a blanket spread out on the sand next to an esky.

He dropped the board and pulled me down onto the blanket next to him. He reached into the esky and produced two glasses which he placed into my hands. Then he was opening a bottle of red wine and pouring it into the glasses. He put the bottle away and we clinked glasses.

“Here’s to your unbelievable tits,” he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“And here’s to your gorgeous cock,” I said with a smile.

We drank in silence for a minute and then the heat between us grew from little sparks, to a burning fire as we kept looking at one another. We put our glasses down and he said:

“Take that garment off. I need you to be totally naked for this.”

I grew excited and wet all over again as with shaking hands, I pulled my swimsuit off. He watched me all the while, his eyes never leaving mine. I trusted him and knew that he saw every thought, every silly little fear showing in my eyes.

Then I lay naked before him and he began kissing me with slow, firm attacks on my mouth, using his tongue to communicate with mine. I moaned low sounds, deep in my throat, as he slowly drove me wild. The feeling of his hard, tight chest against my softness was incredible with no clothes between us.

The next thing I knew, there was an annoying, persistent beeping sound in my ear. I turned my head and realised that I was still on my bed. The beeping noise was the telephone receiver, beside me where I had left it the night before…I must have drifted off to sleep and forgotten to hang it back up.

“Damn,” I muttered to myself as I got up to open the curtains, blinking at the bright morning sunlight.

Now I will never know how it ended.

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I had met Ashley online and we hit it off immediately, we just seemed to have a lot in common. One thing led to another and the next thing I know we are really getting into some sexual banter. I knew that I really wanted to meet her in person and see where things went in real life. So we got to talking and realized that we lived on the opposite side of the country. I asked her if she would like to meet up in Las Vegas, since I had a conference scheduled to take place there.

Ashley thought about it and told me that she would consider going if I agreed to not actually go to the convention and just spend all seven days with her instead. It was a tough decision but I ultimately told her that she had a deal. So I reserved us a suite in one of the nicer hotels in Vegas and could not wait to get there and spend some quality time with Ashley.

When the day finally came I was excited and nervous to finally meet this woman that I had only dreamed about. I got to the hotel at a little before Ashley and got us checked in and went up to the room to get unpacked and ready for her arrival. She finally arrived and I met her in person for the very first time. It was like fireworks went off in my mind, here stood one of the most beautiful woman that I could have possibly imagined.

She came into the room and it became apparent that all of our sexual banter had really made her horny because the next thing I know she is in my arms kissing me with reckless abandon. She directs me directly to the couch in our room and has me sit down while she straddles my lap, continuing to make out with me. She then pulls back and little and tells me that apparently my friend would like to get in on the action.

So she gets down on her knees in front of me on the couch and starts to take off my pants and my boxers. I have about a six and half inch penis and it springs straight up after it has been freed from my boxers. She looks at it with lust in her eyes and tells me that I am in for one hell of an orgasm. I had received head several times, so I was not to optimistic that this would be any different than the usual blow job. But oh boy was I wrong.

Ashley started off by spreading my legs a little bit apart and then proceeded to start bobbing up and down on my cock. She then removed her mouth from my cock and started just giving me a hand job. It was a little bit of a disappointment, because her mouth felt so great, but the next thing I know she is starting to focus on my balls putting each on in her mouth and sucking on them almost until it hurts but it feels so good. She then moves down to my taint and starts to probe the thin membrane above my prostrate with her tongue while she still gives me and hand job. I am starting to moan pretty loudly from her efforts, bayrampaşa escort which is only turning her on more.

Her other hand sneaks inside of her pants and starts rubbing her clit as she moves down and starts to assault my ass with her tongue as well. Since she could see that I enjoy having my ass and taint played with she replaces her hand on my cock with her mouth and starts to deep throat me because if I am going to cum she wants to make sure that she is in the best position to catch it all and swallow it. While she is deep throat me she starts to moan on my cock and the vibrations of the moan while she is deep throating me were too much and I came hard down the back of her throat.

She continued to bob up and down on my cock, ensuring that she had milked every last drop of cum from me before pulling off and saying:

“Hi John, it is nice to finally meet you in person.”

After recovering from that mind blowing blowjob I was finally able to tell Ashley:

“The feeling is mutual.”

After coming down from my orgasm I grabbed Ashley and placed her on the couch and started to show her just how much I appreciated the blow job. I started by taking off her shirt and her bra and just stand there for a second to really admire just how perfect Ashley really was. I then moved to her and started to make out with her, the taste of my cum on her tongue just fuels my fire that I have to really please this woman. I then moved down to her nipples and gave them the attention they deserve by sucking on one of her nipples while caressing the other one and then trading off, making sure that both nipples get the proper oral treatment before continuing down her stomach.

By now I can already tell just how excited Ashley is and how much she wants me to continue. When I get to her waist band, I take off her pants but leave her panties and decide that I am going to tease her for a bit heighten her desires. I then start to kiss her calves and work up to her thighs. Ashley starts to whither trying to give me the hint that she really wants to me to take her to the promise land. So I finally make my way up to her pussy and I pull her panties to the side and give take a deep breath because in front of me is one of the most beautiful pussies that I have ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Her pussy looks so delicious that I cannot help myself. I dive straight in and lick her from the bottom of her pussy to the top. Ashley takes a deep breath and shutters with pleasure from the moment my tongue touched her. So I start to lick her delicious juices that are flowing freely from her pussy and I just cannot get enough of the taste that she is flowing from her. So I move up and start lapping at her clit while esenler escort I start to stick a finger into her honey pot and start to finger her special spot. She really starts to thrash around in pure ecstasy and yells out as she comes all over my face. I had never been with a squirter but man, did Ashley squirt all over my face and I did my best to drinking every bit her delicious nectar.

She then confided in me that she never usually likes to be eaten out but what I just did to her was one of the best feelings that she has ever experienced. Since I could not get enough of her nectar I start to eat her pussy some more and try to lap up all of her delicious juices. I knew that she enjoyed some ass play so I moved my tongue down and started to give her a rim job while still continuing to rub her g-spot. As I continue to probe her delicious rose bud and finger her g-spot she starts to moan really loud and the next thing I know juices are starting to flow down her ass into my mouth as she screams from her second orgasm of the day.

Ashley needs a few moments to compose herself after my oral assault on her body. After calming down she looks over and sees that I am rock hard and ready to go again. So Ashley tells me to lay down, which of course I do and comes over and gets into the reverse cowgirl position. She then lowers her pussy down on to my waiting cock and sinks right down to the root. Ashley slowly starts to raise and lower herself on my cock. Her pussy just feels so good around my cock and with the view of her sexy ass right in front of me it is definitely one of the better fucks that I have received in my life. She starts to quicken her pace and tells me to play with her ass, so I start to probe her ass with my finger and she starts to rub her clit at the same time. She then goes completely still as her body starts having another orgasm. Her pussy clenches down on my cock causing me to spew my load deep into her.

After three orgasms Ashley is feeling the need to take a nap before we can continue. However, before she can take a nap she needs to clean up so I start to move when all of a sudden she just starts to back her ass up and tells me you made this mess you clean it up. So the next thing I know I have a cream filled pussy being lowered down on to my mouth and Ashley telling me to eat it until it’s clean and she has had her fourth orgasm. Since her pussy is so delicious and I don’t really mind the taste of my own cum, I went to town on her pussy. After several mins and several swallows of my own cum mixed with her juices she came all over my face and again and then collapsed on top of me. I rolled her off of me and carried her to the bed where I placed her down and then climbed in myself and the two gaziosmanpaşa escort of us drifted off to the sleep cuddled in each other’s arms.

About 8 hours later, we woke up still holding each other. Ashley’s hand started to roam in a southbound directions and wrapped itself around my morning wood. At which point she dove under the covers to start to suck on my dick while also bringing her pussy up to my face so that we could enjoy a wonderful morning 69. While she was sucking my cock I started by eating her pussy but after a while I decided to focus on her rosebud and really slobbered all over it to get it as wet as I could. Once I was satisfied that I had gotten her asshole nice and wet I told her to get off me and assume the position.

So Ashley got down on her hand and knees and I got behind her and started to rub my dick on anal opening before slowly starting to slide my cock into her ass. The feel of my cock slipping into her ass caused her to let out a real long low moan. Once I was balls deep inside of her I waited for her to get accustomed to my cock before starting to pull out and push back in slowly. Ashley looked over her shoulder at me and told me to fuck her harder already. So I started to really slam into her and she started to meet my thrusts with vigor. I was really giving her the hardest pounding I could muster when I started to feel the a sensation in my balls and know that I cannot hold out for much longer before blowing my load deep inside of her ass. Ashley could feel my cock swell inside of her and begged me to fill her ass with my cum. At which point I could not hold back any long and I plunged forward and emptied my balls into her ass.

We both collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily from the exertion when I tell Ashley that I really need to take a shower. So I get up and start moving towards the shower when Ashley gets up and starts to follow me in. So we are in the shower starting to soap each other up and get each other squeaky clean when Ashley drops to her knees to suck on my dick to help revive it quicker. After only a few minutes I am rock hard and again and she stands up facing the shower wall she bends over and tell me to fuck her. I got up behind her and start rubbing my dick up and down her pussy a few times before I plunge my cock into her, causing her to moan. I quickly increase the rate at which I was fucking her and she starts to moan louder and louder. We continue going at it for several mins which she stands up turns around and tells me she wants me to come in her mouth. Ashley starts to suck her pussy juices of my mouth and deep throats me while massaging my balls, trying to coax my cum into her mouth. Before too long I feel my balls tighten an I come in her mouth. She continues to suck and massage my balls to ensure that she got as much cum from me as she could. She then gets off her knees and makes out with me and little did I know at first that she didn’t swallow my load but wanted to share it with me. After making out with me she tells me that she thought we could both use some protein for breakfast.

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This story involves the same characters as (and builds on the experience from) story one and two. I think it could be enjoyed alone without reading the others, but some of the richness will be missing.

Enjoy, more planned.

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I stretched and yawned, slowly waking up completely naked in my own bed. Under the sheet, I absentmindedly ran my hand along the shaft of my already hard penis. I’d been dreaming of the threesome my wife had suggested in a whisper to my friend and colleague Laken before heading out of town for her three-day trip. I had clearly been hard for a while, I could feel the precum at the tip of my penis.

Reaching over to my phone, I noticed there was a new text from my amazing wife, “did you and Laken have fun last night?” And added, “you better have, it wasn’t easy to set this all up!” She also included multiple smiley faces. This cavalier attitude was still very new to me, my wife actually wanted me to experiment intimately with Laken, alone, before her planned threesome. Over the course of the last day, my wife had texted multiple suggestions for Laken and me to carry out. According to her, the whole situation was totally turning her on.

Laken and I, while we had fun last night, had not gone as far as some of my wife’s daring suggestions.

I should also add, that before teasing me she had first asked about our toddler, who was sounds asleep with Laken’s toddler in one of the upstairs bedrooms.

Laken happened to be sleeping in the guest room bed right next door to mine.

I continued to lightly stroke my hard-on, now recalling last night, thinking it would be fun to repeat. Though I was more interested in knowing how we could expand on it. This and, in terms of being daring, it didn’t even come close to some of the suggestions my wife had texted me. She was usually active on SnapChat with Laken so I wondered what she had shared with her.

Still, all of which surprised me. I knew my wife had been highly sexually active and had explored liberally in college. Since though she was tamer. Though I was personally incredibly satisfied by our sex life. It seemed her college-side had a rebirth and I was getting a little window into that world.

I admit that this new fantasy seemed to benefit me greatly at the moment. And while I casually wondered if she wanted to explore herself, I wasn’t really focusing my attention there. Instead, I continued to follow her only rule, that Laken and I were not allowed to have vaginal intercourse without her present. She wanted to save that first-time for the threesome.

She knew it would be impossible to truly know if we had broken this rule, but she claimed she’d know. I believed her. Plus, honestly, I did not want to break the rule. This game was fun with restrictions – which I was kind of guessing she knew would be the case.

As I casually masturbated, I toyed with the thought of going into the guest room and crawling in bed with Laken. I badly wanted to stick my penis between her gorgeous breasts and cum on her face. Strangely, tt would not be all that unusual at this point, but it would be bold.

Instead, deciding that I’d let her enjoy her sleep, I went to take a shower and get ready for the day. I also decided not to take my masturbation session to orgasm, thinking it would feel more explosive with Laken than my hand.

Today was already going to be interesting. Laken and I were going to hang out and jointly take care of our children. Though I also knew we’d be somewhat distracted, at times, thinking about being alone together and taking istanbul escorts our intimacy to new heights.

Speaking of the toddlers were asleep in separate rooms and would be asleep for about an hour or so more.

I started the shower and turned on my room space heater to get the steam in the room going. I was looking forward to just sitting and enjoying the next hour in the warmth of the room and shower this chilly Fall morning.

Standing there naked, I observed myself in the mirror, I was happy to see improvements in my chest and some in my abs. I’d been working out more this last year and it was beginning to be noticeable. I was covered in tattoos, something both my wife and Laken loved, I had a new one planned but that would have to wait.

I was about to turn my attention from the mirror and get in the hot shower when there was a soft knock at the door interrupting my thoughts.

On the other side of the knock was the very stunning Laken. She was wearing only a perfectly matched bra and panty set. Her cute outfit was soft blue, plain except for small little ribbons – one placed in the middle of her chest – barely holding together her robust bust. The other adorning the top of her panties, just below her flat, fit stomach and sexy belly button.

I let out an audible sigh. My wife was strikingly beautiful and Laken was her brunette similar.

Laken entered the now steamy bathroom without any pretext and said, “dude you are so big, what nine-inches? And how are you already hard?” I was quickly reminded that she as first my friend and colleague and second my new intimate partner. These comments sounded like my friend.

In answer to her question, I nodded and added, “something like that, and I’m hard because I was thinking about last night.” She looked directly at my erect penis and placed her hand around it as she walked into the bathroom. It was so surreal to have my friend and coworker comment on my penis size and then grab it without hesitation. Remarkably more so at 6 a.m. in your own bathroom.

I silently wondered how we were ever going to work normally together after this. That did not stop me from reaching over to remove her bra pulling the little thin ribbon holding her bust in. And then thinking of work, having a flash of imagining her at work under my desk sucking on my penis during the workday – something that had not ever happened but now seemed entirely possible.

Without another word, she slid off her panties allowing me a clear view of her neatly shaved pussy. Then she let me reveal her beautiful, large boobs. She was acting bolder today than she had yesterday. This shift was perfectly aligned with mine – I just wanted to embrace and enjoy the situation.

I kissed her passionately on the lips, first grabbing her ass and then massaging her lower back. It felt great to feel her tongue in my mouth and her hand stroking my penis.

The shower was enticing and I pulled her towards it.

We made our way through the steam and into the warm shower. Both of us knew something had changed in our boldness. At the same time, we knew in less than an hour the kids would need our attention. I was certain neither of us wanted to miss this opportunity.

Laken stepped under the shower and immediately leaned back to rinse her short dark hair, as she did, I took in her gorgeous breasts and erect nipples. I grabbed some shea butter soap and poured a healthy amount on a luffa. Keeping with the attitude of the morning, I asked, “mind if I clean you up?”

She smiled and said, “I was imagining istanbul eskort you would do that for the last hour, laying in bed fingering myself.”

My mind was fully taking in her amazing body, processing how this all came to be and imagining the possibilities of finding and meeting her needs.

Leaning in, I began massaging her front – starting with her neck. I took my time running my fingers along the side of her neck feeling and massaging the small muscles. I found it extremely erotic how she completely trusted me to wash her entire body. I was using my hands but also moved in to kiss each side of her neck, sucking on her wet skin.

She leaned back exposing her neck further allowing me to massage her there and kiss her. I eventually kissed my way up to her ear and whispered how badly I wanted to please her.

Her response was to moan and push my hands to her breasts.

Moving slowly, I wrapped my hands around her boobs. I threw the loofa aside and used my soapy hands to massage her gorgeous breasts. I cleaned and massaged every inch of her chest. I kissed and sucked her breast while the water continued to pour down our bodies.

Moving south along her gorgeous body, I reached her mons and happily ran my soapy fingers through her pubic hair, watching and gauging her reaction. The soap I was using was mild and unscented, so I knew it was safe for this sensitive area.

She gave me an affirmative nod, prodding me to proceed. In fact, she put her hand on top of mine and guided me a bit.

From there I took a small amount of soap and began washing her vulva, her hand now pushing gently into mine as I glided over her more sensitive areas. I continued very gently and very slowly letting her teach me about her body and her needs. I actually had never done this, even with my wife, so I was both curious and somewhat unsure. I continued to pretend to be confident.

She knew my ruse and yet pushed me further. As I was crouching in front of her, she began massaging my head encouraging me to continue exploring, continuing to pleasure her.

This was all so surreal and wonderful.

I continued, careful while I was spreading her labia and gently massaging and bathing her clit and labia in a slow light motion. I then turned her to into the shower and let warm water rinse everything completely.

Laken quietly said, “that felt so good, no one’s ever done that before for me.”

“A first for me too,” was my response.

Not needing any more reinforcement, I continued, washing her gorgeous legs, massaging the soap into her feet and between her toes and then turned her around another time. I started cleaning her calves, giving them a soapy massage with my hands. I actually was compelled to kiss her small toes and feet but decided to wait for another moment to do so.

I skipped over her small ass, for now, and moved up to her shoulders and back – soaping them and massaging them, before turning my attention back on her ass. Here is where I planned to concentrate more time.

My wife had a perfect round ass. Laken’s was different but sexy as well – small and tight. I rubbed it with just my bare hands and soap. I added more shea butter soap to my hands and glided them between her ass cheeks. It was here she let out a loud, audible moan.

With her high-level encouragement, I continue to rub and slowly cleaned the whole area – she let out another delightful sigh as I moved my hand slowly over her anus.

My fingers were now focused directly on her tiny anus, I knew the mild soap would be okay if I eskort istanbul were to insert my finger in, but I wasn’t yet sure it was what she wanted. I decided to take a chance. I slowed further and rubbed her anus with more attention, slowly massaging the small bumps and tiny crevices, as I fully massaged the area. My other hand tightly grabbing her ass cheek.

I took my time.

She moaned and leaned her ass back into my finger and at the same time, put her hands up against the shower wall, practically pushing my finger into her hole just in that one motion. Her body language a confirmation for me to continue.

I took the hint and slowly inserted my soapy finger into her. It wasn’t long before my finger disappeared completely and I began moving it halfway in and out. Deliberately fucking her ass with my finger. She encouraged this by matching the motion.

At this point, I was so turned on, I started imagining my penis doing the work my finger was currently enjoying.

One of her hands moved to her clit, while the other supported her on the shower wall. She was literally panting.

Getting more adventurous, I stuck another finger in and continued finger fucking her ass with my two middle fingers. She was clearly enjoying the experience and as she was massaging her clit, let out soft moans. At the same time, she was pushing back into my fingers as I continued moving halfway in and out.

While she massaged her clit, I placed my other hand at the entrance of her vaginal opening and gave her extra attention by massaging her pussy lips.

It was not long after this move, that I felt her anus contracting and tightening hard against my fingers. Another new experience for me and it was thoroughly enjoyable. I wasn’t counting but I would bet her asshole contracted at least 20 times until finally, she let out a satisfied gasp, finishing her orgasm.

After she had a moment to recover, she turned around and without a word, got down on her knees in front of me. The water from the shower now streaming down her back. She pushed me back against the same wall she had just been leaning against and then wrapped her lips around my cock. I was so turned on at this point that I knew I would not last long inside her mouth.

I placed my hands in her hair at the back of her head while she sucked my cock; though I did not guide her rhythm. I wanted to feel how she wanted to proceed. She sucked hard and fast.

There was no more foreplay – she intended to make me cum in her mouth and I was very close, very fast. The session with her ass was such a turn on that there was no way I’d last long. I just watched and enjoyed the excellent blow job. When her blue eyes met mine, I let out a shiver of excitement. She knew I was about to fill her mouth and did not slow down at all. In fact, she dug her nails into my ass cheeks from behind and pushed my penis further into her mouth.

I instinctively began fucking her mouth now and then exploded inside her. Cumming a large quantity of semen into her for her to swallow.

She accepted every drop, making a show of her deep swallow. Then she immediately got up and kissed me deeply, letting me taste what remained of my own cum on her tongue.

We both took a moment to recover before finishing our shower. We had to get ready for the day and we would now do so extremely satisfied and relaxed.

The kids would be up any moment, we finished getting ready for the day. We had a long day planned at the zoo, including having a big picnic lunch. As we left the bathroom, Laken and I returned to our friendship role. During the whole day together we avoided overtly flirting.

As the day came to a close and everyone was out of earshot, she whispered in my ear, “your penis will be in my ass tonight,” she then smiled and went upstairs.

…

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I just like writing out my fantasies. I know they could be a lot better, but it’s a little bit of fun for me. Hope you get a little out of it too.

*****

Kitty had been in her new role as EA to the CEO for about 4 months when she noticed a change in the CFO’s behaviour towards her.

He was obviously a well educated man with a sharp wit and a refined sense of humour that she happened to enjoyed immensely. She often got the jokes he shared with her boss more readily than the intended recipient, and this was what peaked his interest in her.

After a while she notice that Brian began to sit much more closely to her, as they worked through the minutes that she took at the various meetings they attended together. This, together with his genuine praise of her hard work was always very heartening. In fact, it gave her a thrill to hear him praise her work as he looked into her eyes very meaningfully whenever he complimented her.

He would often share little asides with her, as though they shared a common bond, and slowly the little elbow nudges and shoulder touches became longer, warmer, more suggestive caresses with hands travelling down to the small of her back and brushing lightly over her arse. Kitty made sure Brian recognised that these touches were entirely welcomed and absolutely encouraged.

The evolution of this relationship seemed to happen both quickly and yet it was unrushed . . . but not a step was missed in the mutual understanding of each other’s journey.

The tipping point was almost comical, which was appropriate since they shared such a comparable sense of humour. Kitty was busy setting up for the Board Meeting and inevitably had to crawl under the board room table to connect the various cables and power cords for the directors to plug their various devices into. Unaware that Brian had slipped into the Board Room while she was under the table, Kitty’s butt was being ’roundly’ admired. Brian settled himself quietly into a one of the large leather chairs and sat back to watch Kitty’s butt wriggle as she reached and squirmed to connect leads and power points, swearing under her breath. As she reached and gathered and connected Escort Esenyurt the cables, her skirt rode higher and higher up her legs and it took no time at all for Brian to be rewarded with a view of the lace of her stockings around her soft thighs and even a glimpse of her panty clad pussy as she rested on her forearms, arse cocked in the air while she fiddled with an adaptor. As she finally backed out from under the board room table, Brian leant forward to clasp his hand to her pussy, sliding his middle finger along her slit and dragging it back, deliberately twiddling her clit through her panties as he did so.

Kitty let out a yelp at this unexpected ambush and twisted around to find herself facing Brian’s smirking face, her legs akimbo. Brian was leaning forward on his chair, elbows resting on his knees and hands clasped together. He simply said, ‘it looked like you needed a hand’.

Kitty blushed and giggled and swayed her knees, having knocked them together a moment after she realised she was basically in the missionary position in front of Brian, after his gentle but titillating mauling of her pussy. Their eyes were locked, this was the moment they both knew they had been heading towards in some shape or form.

Brian took Kitty’s hands and helped her to her feet, but before she could regain her equilibrium he pulled her towards him, smoothly slipped her skirt up over her hips and lifted her onto the Board Room table, stepped between her legs and kissed her passionately.

Kitty drew breath, in an almost rasping gasp when Brian released her lips. He was unbuttoning her blouse and taking her bra off before she was even able to throw her first panicked glance at the door.

“It’s locked” Brian assured her in his deep voice. “We have 45 minutes before they start to arrive. Plenty of time for me to fuck you hard, before the meeting.” and without any further ceremony, Brian pulled Kitty’s panties down over her hips, thighs, knees and ankles.

Brian was on a mission. No sooner were Kitty’s undies discarded, than she was rather brusquely pushed back onto the table and her knees spread apart almost as though she was about Escort Avcılar to have a through gynaecological examination.

Brian dragged the chair towards him with his foot, adjusted the height and clamped his mouth around Kitty’s rather wet and delicious cunt in one smooth motion.

It was a full five minutes before Brian lifted his head and Kitty was gyrating her hips in response to the tongue lashing she was enduring. Kitty thought her turn was over, but Brian was only beginning. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and spread he pussy lips apart as he gently kissed and started to probe he cunt even more intimately. He lapped and sucked and pulled at her folds with his lips as he pushed his tongue deep into her vagina and alternately lapped and prodded at her flower and clit with his mouth and tongue.

His orgasm lurked in the background as Kitty struggled to give into the moment despite her surroundings and fear of being interrupted, but Brian landed on her absolute sweet spot, the one she didn’t realise she didn’t have until now! Her entire body convulsed as her pussy clenched and pulsated – she had never felt so out of control of her body – nor did she think she ever really want to control it again either – not if this is what someone else could do to her!

As she was still in the throes of the longest climax she’d ever experienced, she realised that Brian was fucking her and her cunt was being stretched wide apart by his deliciously sizable cock, while her cunt was still trying to clamp itself shut and enjoy the pleasure he’d just delivered. This new intrusion into her engorged cunt sent Kitty over the edge as Brian plunged himself into her body, thrust after thrust after forceful thrust. He was pounding her cunt mercilessly and slamming his pelvic bone against her blood engorged pussy and clit relentlessly.

She heard his deep voice tell her to get ready for him to fill her up with his cum, and she could only respond physically as words wouldn’t even shape in her head let alone form on her tongue. All she knew was, she wanted to feel that warm gush erupt from the hot, hard cock in her cunt.

Low growls, grunts and moans were the only communication between them now, becoming more and more urgent until Brian’s balls tightened, he stabbed her cunt four last times with his cock, with all the brutal aggressive lust he could muster and this tipped Kitty over the edge. Her cunt felt as though it had turned into molten lava, pulsating and writhing as she shuddered, shook and convulsed – impaled on Brian’s dick as it dumped its massive load of creamy hot cum deep into her cunt.

They were both hot, sweaty and out of breath. Brian slowly and almost reluctantly pulled his still semi erect cock out of her pussy. He slapped and jiggled it over her clit, causing further tremors in Kitty’s taut body. Brian caught some of the fluid leaking from Kit’s cunt in his fingers and fed it into her sucking eager mouth, cleaning his fingers of all trace of their combined juices.

Once again, Brian clasped Kit’s pussy in his hand, massaging gently as he leant over and kissed her deeply.

Brian gathered Kitty’s clothes and helped her dress, producing his handkerchief and wiping her cunt clean of their juices for her.

Brian was a much more masterful lover/fucker than she had ever imagined and throughout the ensuing meeting she was constantly reminded of their encounter as he continually brought his handkerchief up to his nose during the meeting to inhale the scent of her pussy. These were going to be a very disjointed set of minutes Kitty thought. At the end of the meeting and with a definite thrill, Kitty realised that she might need some additional assistance from Brian to get the minutes up to an acceptable standard this month.

At the conclusion of the meeting, Brian stayed behind to help Kitty tidy up and informed her, when they were alone again that, as much as he enjoyed their encounter, he was still rather disappointed that he didn’t get to see her gorgeous lips wrapped around his cock, and her beautiful eyes looking up at him as she sucked and licked at his dick . . .

It had already occurred to Kitty that she had already missed this delicious opportunity and suggested that perhaps, when they worked on the minutes together tomorrow, Brian might be kind enough to let her make amends. As he kissed her again, deeply, slipping his fingers into her still sopping pussy, he promised that his cock would be ready and twitching in anticipation of her oral attentions.

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Kimmy Meets Her Darling at the Diplomatic Club

DISCLAIMER:The following story is a work of fiction. Any similarity between any actual events or any person, living or dead, is strictly coincidental.

* * * * *

String gloves.

Auntie Antonia made these string gloves just for Kimmy to wear to her first face-to-face meeting with a man she had fallen in love with over the Internet. Auntie Antonia was the only one in Kimmy’s family who had any idea the beautiful young blonde had been corresponding with a much older man for a year, had become enamored of him simply through private chats and long letters, and hoped that today she would truly meet the love of her life.

Privately, Auntie Antonia thought Kimmy was in for a big upset and worried for her favorite niece, but she was happy to make the string gloves for the petite woman’s ensemble. Might as well let her have a chance.

String gloves.

They had been crocheted using the remnants of an old Irish lace fancy-dress collar handed down from Great-Granma Judith. Times, moths, and too many washings finally destroyed the collar, but Auntie tore it apart deftly for the usable leftovers. The material had long ago turned a deep ivory color. Auntie Antonia made them in zip time, sitting at Kimmy’s kitchen table and telling scandalous stories of her younger days. Kimmy felt a special bond with her auntie, who was the only adult in her large family who accepted the younger woman’s calling as an exuberant, unrestrained, delighted stripper.

String gloves.

Kimmy twists the knots and looped connections of the short, tight, openwork gloves in a nervous response to the frequent sharp pains she feels in her stomach. The Diplomatic Club is not one of her usual destinations. In fact, she has only been here by way of the newspaper photos of beautiful, famous, rich or important people at some event or another. This place is intimidating.

Kimmy is in a private parlor somewhere down a long hall and several side passages further from the huge doorway she used to enter the place. A butler greeted her when she came into the front lobby. He appeared out of a nearly-invisible alcove, silently, spotless in his tuxedo, his polished fingernails and slicked-down hair making Kimmy even more nervous than she had been. At some other place Kimmy might have put the fellow on her level with a mental question about his sexual preferences, but here he stood for authority and a social class Kimmy feared.

Deep yellow-gold walls, accented by lustrous white woodwork and areas of paneling made of a silk fabric perfect accent Kimmy’s Summer outfit. She was like a butterfly among the flowers, following the silent butler to the meeting room reserved by her long distance lover, Lange. Her light yellow crepe sundress rustled and waved softly when she walked through the broad, high halls. Kimmy’s matching tall-heeled sandals tapped out a drumbeat for their procession. The flowered yellow and white broad-brimmed straw hat with ribbon streamers fluttered a memory of her passing by.

Punctuality is one of Kimmy’s many virtues. For this meeting she came nearly a half-hour early, thinking she could have a chance to get used to the daunting ambiance, make the meeting room her place, perhaps move a table of chair just so and frame the way her lover would meet her. Instead she surrendered to an awful case of nerves. A narrow buffet table holds a little display of coffee, tea, soft drinks, a small bottle of champagne, some fruit and cheese and the best canapés she had ever tasted gave her a distraction too soon ended.

Lange was flying in from the West Coast. He picked this place because he enjoyed guest privileges thanks to a membership in a club where he lived, and it would give them both a private location to meet where no one would know or recognize them. Although their online relationship involved not only warm, intimate friendship but also lots of sex talk and play, to the point where both Lange and Kimmy suffered extreme physical desire for each other, the pair agreed it would be best to start off by simply seeing, hearing, and experiencing the other’s actual presence.

Their meeting time was nominally 11 in the morning, although Kimmy knew that flight schedules change, traffic can be unpredictable, and sometimes navigating the baggage claim, car rental desk, and other obstacles of arrival affect timing. She was prepared to wait if necessary, but it is hardly easy. She has to do something.

She explores the modest room. It is larger than her small apartment by the beach, a little, furnished so it feels comfortable but not cramped with the buffet table by one wall under a huge oil painting of some people from a long-ago time, a grouping of delicate padded chairs by a high, round table, and opposite them on the other side of the thick Persian carpet a formal couch, upholstered armchair and coffee table. Everything looks old, well-made and very expensive.

Kimmy’s exploring takes her to one corner of the room where a door stands slightly ajar. She hadn’t noticed it before she Antalya Escort began walking around, since a very bushy indoor tree partly hid it. It swings open into another room, much like hers. Her shoes surprise her by making noise – she has stepped off the carpet onto parquet flooring. The adjoining room, she now notices, is not carpeted at all, but shines with the bright late morning sun pouring through a bank of tall windows onto the brilliantly-waxed wooden floor. This part of the building has a Southern exposure, her mind observes, and she is comforted a little by regaining a sense of orientation.

In different circumstances Kimmy would explore that room, too. Now she is unsure that is acceptable, and besides she wants to be in the best situation when her long-awaited lovers arrives. She goes back to her room, leaving the door as it was, nibbles another canapé, fills a glass with a cola soft drink and sits down in the armchair.

As placed, the chair faces the heavy curtains covering the wall, the passage door well to her right. If her honey entered right now he would see only her hat above the high back of the chair. Well, fancy club or not, this is Kimmy’s room right now and she is going to fix things the way she wants them. She goes to the hallway door and peeks out – no one in sight and not a sound in the long echo chamber of the marble-tiled hall. She scoots the spindly-legged coffee table aside, tosses her purse and hat on the couch, and drags the heavy armchair to the other side of the couch. The chair’s feet drag on the thick carpet, leaving a trail, and resisting her attempts to angle it exactly right, but Kimmy manages to set the position the way she thinks is best. A few shuffles and scuffs with the sides of her sandals erase the trail in the rug.

Muted light through the curtains now crafts a glowing backdrop to Kimmy in the armchair. It is angled so when Lange enters from the Hall he will look at her in slight profile. She can see the buffet table and is easily visible from the passage door to the other room. Satisfied, Kimmy straightens her dress, pulls a little mirror from her purse to check her hair, puts her hat back on, and arranges herself in her armchair. She pictures what the man she has dreamed of for so long will see when he opens the door:

Relaxed in a deep cream chair, Kimmy presents a vision of delight. Her hat (which of course should really be on the coffee table with her purse) sets a frame for a froth of long, light blonde hair tumbling onto and behind her bare shoulders. Within that gleaming cloud he will see her wide face, with a broad brow, straight chin line, slender straight nose, well-set brown eyes above high cheekbones, a sensuous mouth neither thin nor over-full, all accented artfully with minimum makeup. Her long slender neck descends to pale shoulders broken only by the thin straps holding up the low-cut sundress. Between her lithe arms, Kimmy full round bosom bulges slightly above the dress’s neckline, appealing but not extreme. She is aroused, and her nipples show prominently through the light fabric, suggesting Kimmy wears no bra, or at least not one which covers her breasts.

Her slender legs are crossed demurely at the ankles, the skirt of her dress smoothed to her knees. The light gold material of her thigh-high stockings winks a reflection when she shifts position. Above the elastic bands of the stockings, well out of sight under her dress, Kimmy is nude.

Ordinarily Kimmy wears very sexy, “fuck me” high-heeled shoes but for today’s meeting, on advice of Auntie Antonia, she is shod in expensive designer stiletto-heeled sandals that show off her shapely feet and compliment her presentation as a beautiful, sensuous, elegant young woman. The look is finished with the formal-casual touch of the crocheted string gloves.

String gloves.

Kimmy’s trembling, be-gloved hands fetch a small book from her purse. At any moment her lover should come in. She held her armchair pose for at least ten minutes, until she just had to move around. She anticipated a wait, expected even a phone call warning of a plane’s delay or other problem, and thus brought a little reading. It is a sequel to the famed underground domination and bondage novel, “The Story of O.”

Kimmy is not much of a reader, but found these books compelling. She enjoys being submissive in sex, enjoys being tied up and helpless, sometimes even a little pain, and although some of the extreme acts in these books repel her, they make her imagination work overtime and get Kimmy quite excited. She wondered if having such a story would be a good idea before this meeting, but if she needed a book to read, this was the only one she wanted to peruse.

While Kimmy diverts herself from the strain of anticipation, the room grows warm. A whisper in the air, stirring her dress and hair, calls Kimmy back to the room from her book. Startled, she looks around, but no one is there. A glance at her watch shows Lange is several minutes late, not really a surprise or cause for worry. She is quite warm, and her crotch Antalya Escort Bayan tingles from bodily responses to the story in her hand.

String gloves.

Kimmy strips the glove from her right hand and slips the hand under her dress, looking about quickly to see if anyone is looking through the passage door. She is alone. Even so she is bothered by a feeling she is being watched. But only the air conditioning stirs in the room. She has to do something about the itching craving of her belly – between the long buildup to today’s meeting and the incendiary passages in her book, Kimmy oozes lust. She can feel it now on the fingers she quickly slides into herself, the tight muscular ring of her vagina clenching about them.

Kimmy’s palm presses and scrapes on her engorged and sensitive clitoris. The fingers curl and claw within her. She begins to flood with moisture, a musky scent of sex now mingling with the aroma of the Summer perfume splashed light on her smooth body.

Quickly Kimmy forces all of her fingers and thumb inside her grasping cunt. The heel of her palm slapping against the tender, response flesh of her labia and clit, she rapidly massages the inner walls of her shaft, feeling the pleasure grow. Her breathing becomes quick, shallow, panting. Her nipples press even more urgently against the rough crepe. She is about to completely lose herself.

Her need challenges Kimmy’s thinking mind. With a struggle, she clamps her hand on herself and relaxes. The dress has ridden up high on her thighs, if the butler or Lange should suddenly enter the room she would be embarrassed beyond words.

She considers this for a moment. It would be awful if the butler caught her, yes – but she doesn’t know him and could care less what he thinks of her. He would probably make so much noise walking in the hall and opening the door she could rearrange herself in time. If Lange walked in, well, after all the extreme things written in their long cybersex sessions, the ways he had helped her plan strip routines or encouraged her to go pick up some badly-needed cock on the boardwalk, she could maybe enjoy his reaction. Besides, she adds after checking her watch, he is so late now he deserves a little shock.

Of course Kimmy is rationalizing. Her thinking mind knows perfectly well the Diplomatic Club is not a place to be caught masturbating, or to tear off an impromptu fuck when her honey arrives. Her animal mind is already yelling at her for interrupting a very pleasing plugging of her puckered pussy. Kimmy again looks around for signs of other people, still disturbed by a sense of being watched, then strips off the other string glove. She lays it with its mate on the rolled arm of the couch.

Just then she thinks there is a sound from the adjoining room. A light, fading echo tickles her ear and she looks over at the slightly-open door in alarm. No shadow crosses the reflected light from within, no movement catches her eye. The noise was a phantom in a guilty mind.

Swiftly Kimmy returns to her self-satisfaction. Using both hands, she strokes her crotch, her thighs, the slope of her mound, the little cheeks of her bottom between her thighs, her rosebud anus. The dress is in the way, so she slides her skirt up to her hips. What a view anyone entering now will get!

Kimmy remains alert, in some distant part of her brain, to arrival of intruders or her darling. Even as she arranges full exposure of her delicious hips and smooth-shaved genitals she starts at another imagined footstep, a new rustling of the bushy plant near the passage door. Her immediate inspection still shows now one.

Fingers soon probe the inner ribbing, the secret landscape of Kimmy’s cunny and her asshole. She feels the second sphincter in her anus close about her finger at the first knuckle, then the press of tissues against the ball of the finger as she crooks it slightly to caress herself and pinch her bowel against the side of another finger making her happy hole happier.

About the time Kimmy’s thumb starts rubbing quickly back and forth across the top of her erect clit, she notes another noise. She ignores it, her breathing speeding, sweat beading her brow, her mouth pursed with panting puffs. When the foreign sounds have stopped and been gone a while, she dismisses them as another guilty worry.

Now she lays back into the chair’s upholstered embrace. She raises her legs, slides them over the soft high arms of the chair to improve her reach into her demanding body. Her hand plunges, four fingers wide and deep all the way into her cum shaft. Her thumb ravages her clit and slit. She has poked another finger in beside the one in her rear, and is trying to spread them in a “v” inside. She wants to come, urgently.

A definite noise from the other room brings Kimmy instantly out of her deepening sexual daze. The hand in her pussy flies out, splattering some aromatic body fluids down her leg and leaving a few drops on the formerly spotless coffee table. She sits up with difficulty, pulls her dress, drops her Escort Antalya legs back onto the set cushion, and glances rapidly from side to side. Two fingers are still in her ass, they feel wonderful but also irritating at this moment of interrupted pleasure. She slides them out, then picks up her purse and withdraws a packaged towelette. In a moment both her hands are washed and the droplets of sex slick blotted from the table top.

When she stands, shakily, the touching of her thighs reminds Kimmy she still desperately wishes to come. Her first several steps across the room are more a stagger than a walk. Kimmy reaches the open door, leans on its handle and sticks her head into the room. Not a soul is there. She knows absolutely someone made a very loud noise, but the entire area is empty. She swings the door back close to the jamb, leans against the doorframe, breathes heavily until her pulse calms.

Struggling with her composure, Kimmy steps over to the buffet table. Her lover is now quite late and she feels the start of worry. The Diplomatic Club seems alien and oppressive in this state of mind. She nibbles other canapé, looks around for her glass of soda – it’s on the coffee table atop a fancy coaster – then stares at the bowl of fruit and cheese. Piled at one side are two lovely, long, fat, unblemished bananas.

Without another thought she picks them up and walks back to the armchair. Dropping onto the cushion so rapidly it disarranges her hair, Kimmy slings one sculpted leg over the arm, twisting her body diagonally in the chair so her newly-exposed crotch points across the room toward the buffet table. Anyone entering from either door had a clear view of her body.

With but a cursory glance for intruders, Kimmy lifts her skirt higher over her hips. She turns one banana so its curving shape is like a half moon resting against the divide of her labial lips. She rocks the crescent slowly the length of her slit, caressing her clitoris and the tender, eager gape of her vagina. Her wetness soon shows on the sliding smooth yellow peel.

Chocolate cookie eyes roam the room, inspecting the passage door, the bushy plant rusting in the ventilation’s breeze, the front door, while Kimmy slides the banana full depth in her wanting place. when the end inside scrapes against her cervix, she lets out a low moan and shudders. Warmed thoroughly, craving satisfaction, she will come soon.

The other banana Kimmy sucks like a thick cock. She coats it well with her saliva, intermittently gasping and making squeaking noises because her belly feels so very good. With another deft action Kimmy inserts the other banana far into her ass. She begins fucking herself with both the pieces of fruit.

Her hips buck in response. Vainly Kimmy grasps at a shred of clear thought, hoping to restrain herself at least some little part and maintain her awareness of her surrounding. She is too far gone into desire and ecstasy to care. One hand pulls out a banana, the other pushes one in. Another definite noise from the direction of the passage door hardly registers in her mind, nor does some greater rustling of the bushy plant’s branches.

Moaning, whimpering, wanting release so much, Kimmy speeds the pace of her fruit fucking. She tucks the banana in her tight clenching rosebud far up her bowel, then applies both hands to speedily inserting and withdrawing the other in her flowing cunt. The end she holds begins to mush under the growing pressure of her double grip.

She sustains the front flailing with one hand, using the other to open the buttons of her sundress. Both her large firm breasts shine with a coating of perspiration after she folds the top of her dress aside. She strokes the round globes, fluttering fingers from nipple to nipple, pinching the small pointed pink peaks repeatedly, sliding her palm over the skin.

Below, Kimmy’s hand changes the grasp to clutch the ends of both of the bananas at once. She fucks front and back, solidly, quickly clenching her muscles in cunny and ass to feel the friction of the objects penetrating her, shoving her body ever closer to the edge of climax.

Dimly Kimmy recognizes more noises. She is now certain someone is in the room, watching her. She no longer cares. All her focus is on getting off. Kimmy is compelled to drive herself to completion, to come, and come, and come.

Each breast rises under her hand to her mouth. She sucks, bites, licks first one nipple, then the other. her free hand reaches down, beneath the folds of wrinkling crepe over her tummy, to rub her small flat belly and then address her clitoris. She pinches it between thumb and forefinger, twirls it back and forth, pulls it out, snaps it, flickers it back and forth until she is overwhelmed by huge contractions.

In a mind-destroying rush, Kimmy climaxes. She cannot surrender her consciousness to the orgasm, because it is taken by assault. Her belly ripples, her ass and cunny close about the bananas so hard one of them squirts its mushed meat from a split seam, the rippling suction draws the banana in her pussy up against her cervix and triggers a renewed spasm, and Kimmy shudders from head to toe – over, and over, and over again. Her cum runs out around the mashed banana and dribbles over the white globes of her ass cheeks. A small dark stain begins to form on her dress and the cushion below.

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BRRRRING!

Hello?

Good evening, I’m calling from Paradigm Market Research Services. Would you have a few minutes to answer some questions?

…Sure, I guess so.

Thank you so much, Ma’am – or do you prefer Ms?

“Ms.” would be good, thank you.

Thank you, Ms., this shouldn’t take very long. So, first, what is your occupation?

I teach in the Social Science Faculty at Chandling University.

And do you live in a house, condo, apartment, or other residence?

I own a condominium unit.

How many people reside there?

What do you mean by “reside”?

How many people live there?

Well that’s my point. What counts as “living here”? I’m here almost every night, so there’s me, but Max stays here when he’s in town. So he lives here then, but not most of the time. Does that count?

Is Max your sexual partner?

I beg your pardon?

Is Max your sexual partner? Does he sleep in your room, or in a separate room?

Oh, um, yes, Max sleeps with me when he’s here. And we have entertaining conversations on the phone when he is not.

And is he your only sexual partner?

…

You mentioned that you slept in your condo “almost” every night, so I was trying to determine what would take you elsewhere.

Who did you say you worked for again?

…Paradyne Marketing Services.

Yes, Max is my only sexual partner.

Currently?

Currently.

And how many sexual partners have you had?

…What kind of question is that?

It’s a scripted conversation, Ms.

No, I understand that, but it’s a poorly-constructed question – it’s ill-defined and it’s purely summative. A summative question is too crude.

I’m sorry?

Well, what I mean is, if all you get is a total number, that might be quite misleading. For instance, ask me how many sexual partners I had up until the end of my third year of university.

Um…

Go on, you ought to be able diverge from your script for good reason.

I suppose I could enter it in the comments section.

There you go! So ask me.

How many sexual partners did you have in your third year of university?

No, “until the end of”.

How many sexual partners did you have until the end of your third year of university?

One. Now ask how many sexual partners I have had from the start of graduate school till now.

How many sexual partners did you have from the start of graduate school until now.

Three. Including Max. Now ask –

Yes, I get it. How many sexual partners have you had in your entire life, including the year between third year and graduate school?

Four.

What!? But…so why did you make me split it up that way? Did you just want to say you didn’t have sex with anybody in your fourth year?

That would be a useful finding not revealed by your summative question, wouldn’t it?

I…guess. But it doesn’t seem all that surprising a fact. You spent, what, something like eight months not in a relationship? I thought you were going to reveal that you had some really large number of sexual partners that year.

Well, that points to the other big problem in your question.

Which is?

That your question is ill-defined.

…Because “sexual partner” could mean various things?

Exactly! You didn’t define it, so I answered as though “sexual partner” meant “person with whom you have had penetrative vaginal intercourse”, but you quite plausibly might mean lots of other things. I could be bisexual for all you know.

Are you bisexual?

No, but that’s an important variable you ought to have excluded.

What about anal sex?

What about it? Have I had it? With how many partners? When?

Yes, all of those. I’ll enter it in the comments section.

Yes I have had it. Only with Max. When he stays here and is my sexual partner. Most recently the last time he was here, which was unfortunately almost a month ago.

And did you enjoy it?

That time and every time, as I explained to him at some length in a recent telephone call, thank you for asking.

Oral sex?

It doesn’t become a proper question just because you raise your voice at the end.

How many sexual partners have you had, including “people you have had oral sex with” as part of “sexual partner”?

Performed by me or on me?

I think “with” pretty clearly implies either one will do.

That is still a purely summative question. Didn’t you learn anything?

…Including “people you had oral sex with” as part of “sexual partner”, how many sexual partners did you have up until the end of your third year of university?

There you go! Two.

So you had oral sex with someone you did not have vaginal sex with before the end of third year…was that before or after?

Was what before or after?

You Antalya Escort mean that you went down on someone who you never otherwise had sex with, and I’m guessing that that was probably your first boyfriend, then you had sex with your next boyfriend. What I mean is you were willing to suck off your first boyfriend, but not sleep with him.

You should not make assumptions. But to answer your implied question, yes, that’s correct, I had oral sex with my high school boyfriend but never vaginal sex. Or anal, as we’ve already covered.

Ok. Now, including “people you had oral sex with” as part of “sexual partner”, how many sexual partners have you had since starting grad school?

Three.

Including Max?

Including Max. Both “by me” and “on me”. He’s very good at it.

Ok, and including “people you had oral sex with” as part of “sexual partner”, how many sexual partners have you had in your entire life?

…

Ms.?

…

Ms.?

I’m counting.

…

…about thirty?

Thirty!!??

Now you see why you shouldn’t just ask summative questions. If you just had that number you’d be making all sorts of inaccurate assumptions about the kind of person I am, rather than recognising that you have information about the kind of person I was for a relatively short period of time.

Thirty??

You’re not looking at the data in context. Look, here’s how it began. I was not long out of the relationship I had been in for nearly three years when I went to Bermuda to visit a friend of mine. It’s an “everybody knows everybody” kind of place, and so we started hanging out at clubs with some friends of hers, and in that group there was one guy I started dancing with quite a lot. One night he and I found ourselves walking alone on the beach, and then we found our lips on one another’s, and our hands on each other, and after a little while I found my knees getting sandy and my mouth …well, you get the idea. And it was hugely satisfying! And just as satisfying the next night – and the night after. It was an eye-opener for me, you see.

Because you found out you liked sucking cock?

No, no, I already knew that. What I found out was that sex outside of commitment could, for me, in some circumstances, be empowering. I liked Jacobi, he was very nice and a lot of fun, but I had no illusions that there was anything going on between us which would outlast my vacation – and that was ok. I did it just because I wanted to.

Which is why you sucked off thirty guys?

You see, now you’re presuming again! You very clearly said that either “by me” or “on me” counted towards the total.

So you didn’t suck off thirty guys? Some of these partners went down on you?

Well…no. I mean, yes, strictly I did perform oral sex on all of them and I didn’t let any of them, um, go down on me. My point is that you shouldn’t have assumed that, you should have checked. And…it’s probably over thirty. In fourth year. I think I forgot a weekend when I was estimating earlier. So maybe about three dozen in total?

You forgot a weekend and that adds six more!? How could you forget a weekend like that?

Oh, surely that’s obvious?

…You were drunk?

What!? No, no, not at all – I was perfectly sober throughout all this. It’s not that I never drank, sure, but that’s not relevant. That’s not why I forgot one of the music festival weekends.

Ahh. “One” of them – it’s not that you forgot sucking six cocks in a weekend, it’s that you forgot how many times you sucked six cocks in a weekend.

Yes, exactly – though I’m not saying it was always six, or anything like that. I’m approximating, you understand.

Because you can’t remember every cock you’ve sucked.

No, no, of course not. Oh, and now you’re judging again! This is the trouble with scripted questions which don’t allow for elaboration.

Please, elaborate.

You can enter it in the comments section?

…Sure.

Well, the week with Jacobi had opened my eyes –

And your mouth.

Do you want me to answer your questions or not? We are already well beyond the “few minutes” to which I committed.

Sorry, carry on.

…Ok, you’re not wrong, actually. The week with Jacobi did make me think about opening my mouth, I guess – certainly it was in my thoughts much more often! It was quite distracting, at restaurants, or at my summer job, constantly wondering how the guys I was interacting with would feel in my mouth. But I didn’t do anything about that till the next term, when I found Paul.

Paul?

It started in the very first week of term – we’d found him wandering campus, quite intoxicated, during Frosh Week. For a couple of years my friends and I had made a habit of seeing to it that drunk frosh got safely back to their rooms, mostly the girls, but sometimes Antalya Escort Bayan guys. Paul was one of those, and we took him back to his residence. That was it, then, but he was pretty cute, and I couldn’t help but think that he looked, well, tasty, and the thought of what I could do if I chose kept coming into my mind. A couple of days later I happened to be passing his residence on the way home from class, so I went in the building, and there he was in his room. He recognised me, which I was not expecting, and he was pretty sheepish about the whole thing, very embarrassed, which just made him all the more adorable. It was when he called me his “guardian angel” that I decided this was definitely happening!

So this is where we get to number two of thirty-six?

Well…yes. I asked him how he was feeling now, and he said “pretty good” and I said “let’s try for very good, shall we”, which just made him look confused – until I stepped inside his room and shut the door. I could see his mind racing, probably thinking that he hoped he knew what I meant but couldn’t believe it! I walked across the room to him, and as he started to stand up I just said “nuh-uh-uh!” and put a hand on his chest, and he sat back down, his face still a combination of doubt and hope. I didn’t see his face a whole lot after that, because I knelt between his legs and started undoing his jeans – his zipper was already straining because of his erection. I pulled his jeans and underwear down a little, freeing him up, then I looked back up at him and he just looked wonderstruck – I felt immensely powerful! And then I smiled, leaned down, and enveloped about half his erection in my mouth all at once.

Hnn!!

Yes, that was more or less what he said. And you know, although I hadn’t decided for sure that I was going to do it, I had given quite a lot of thought to what I’d say if I did it. So I said – I still remember this, it was so much fun – I said “you know, I have – *sshlup shlupp* – a rule for – *sshlup shlupp* – situations like this” and then I started really trying to make him ejaculate, which hardly took any time, and when he seemed just about to, I pulled my mouth off, looked up at him, and said “I only swallow someone’s cum if I know his name”. He practically yelled “PAUL! It’s Paul!” and I plunged my mouth back down and seconds later I had a very big mouthful to deal with. And so of course I looked up at him, and smiled – and I swallowed. Because he had told me his name.

Fuck! Did you actually have that rule?

Ha! Well, it was consistent with all the data points until then, since I knew the names of my two boyfriends and Jacobi. Now, I know you’re probably thinking of that as very slatternly, but what I felt – what I still feel – is that it reflected me as an empowered sexual agent. I was only a couple of years older than him, but that made me feel sophisticated and worldly. It felt, in some way, like a first time. His was the fourth penis I had had in my mouth, had had finish in my mouth, but it felt like a first time. So I felt like I was glowing as I stood up, smiled at him, said “nice seeing you again, Paul” – and left. It was an almost-perfect experience, really, I have only the tiniest small regret about it, once of those “l’esprit de l’escalier” moments.

And what was that?

It didn’t even occur to me at the time that he still didn’t know my name. Actually, that just made it better for me. When he did realise that, the second or third time, I made a joke of refusing to tell him, and even though he eventually did find out, I still pretended never to acknowledge that he was right. Later – much too much later – it occurred to me that it would have been just perfect if, that first time, he had asked my name as I was leaving, and I had turned at the doorway and said “you can call me angel”. That would have been so good, don’t you think?

I see that, yes, but I admit I was more intrigued by your casual mention of the “second or third time”. You sucked him off more than once, obviously.

Oh my gods, so many times! I was so excited by the experience I wanted to go back later that night, and the next day, and the day after! But I made myself wait – two weeks I think it was, because it was after class again, walking past his residence, and luckily he was there alone in his room again, and his face lit up. I just put my finger to my lips, shut his door, and other than the dialogue it was a repeat of the first time, swoop in, have him, leave. I really wanted to be this phantasm that would just appear from time to time to swallow his semen and then disappear.

Hnn!

Are you sure you are writing all this down in the comments section? You sound preoccupied. In any event, my visits became a regular thing. I still had some inhibitions, after all, but also the same fantasies, and with Paul there was no risk. Dropping in after class Escort Antalya every week just became part of my routine, and of course he came to know when I was going to show up. Much as I wanted to be entirely mysterious, it became impossible, especially after he started lasting longer, not to engage in some conversation. He turned out to be a fine arts student – he gave me that sketch of a bird I have on the shelf near my desk, I still smile to myself sometimes looking at it. Still, I did my best to keep some mystique, to remain an apparition that appeared to satisfy herself, and him, and then disappear.

So how did you end up sucking thirty-six cocks? Worked your way through his dorm? Had him invite friends over? Put a sign-up sheet on his door?

No, no, of course not. As empowered as I felt, we live in a Madonna and whore society, and I certainly wasn’t looking to be seen as the girl giving out free blowjobs. I never explicitly asked Paul to keep it quiet, and I’m sure the guys in his dorm must have noticed me and realised more or less what was going on – it went on all year, after all – but I wasn’t advertising the fact. But weeks of having fun with Paul did not make me stop fantasizing about going down on various guys that I met – if anything it made me fantasize more. Still, I didn’t have a plan. The next one just kind of happened, but I guess then that became a plan.

A plan that led to you sucking off thirty-four other guys? Apparently there are thirty-four more, since you’ve only mentioned two so far.

Oh good, you are keeping accurate notes – but remember that’s an approximate number. Not that I’m going to tell you about all the others individually – I couldn’t if I wanted to. Fortunately they fall into a couple of particular patterns, so I can give you a sense of them. I don’t recall the next guy’s name, to be honest –

Does that mean you didn’t swallow his cum?

Ha! Very funny. As far as names go, my stated rule turned out to be an early correlation in the data which was not entirely borne out on further experimentation. Well, no, that might not be true. I expect all of them told me their names, I just don’t remember them now. I’m sure I must have known the next fellow’s name at the time, for instance.

It is important to keep some standards.

Aren’t you just supposed to be asking questions, not passing judgment? I was at a party, and about a half a dozen of us ended up sitting on the back deck talking. Let’s call him “party-guy” – party-guy and I ended up being the last two out there, and he seemed like a nice guy, and, well, I’d been fantasizing for weeks, and it just seemed like an opportunity I shouldn’t pass up. We were sitting on the stairs, and I moved over to lean against his legs. It didn’t take terribly long from there – he started stroking my hair, I said how nice that felt and stroked his leg, he said how nice that felt, and it was a pretty natural progression, in only a little bit of time, for my hand to slide further up his leg and into his pants, to pull out his cock, and to put it in my mouth. He lasted longer than Paul had, but after a bit of very pleasurable time with hands, lips and tongue, I tasted my fifth different sample of sperm. I loved it! He did ask for my number, but I just told him we were bound to run into one another again.

You should have said “call me angel”.

Ha! That hadn’t occurred to me by then – but it wouldn’t have been nearly so apropos in any case. Still, my experience with party-guy became a model for me, as I realised that I could probably do pretty much the same thing again. It was a university town, there were lots of parties and dances, and after party-guy I decided I wanted to suck as many cocks as possible. I was still concerned, though, about not being known as, well, “blowjob girl”. I didn’t want people talking about me, I didn’t want a reputation, most of all I didn’t want anyone expecting anything. I just wanted – I know this sounds fanciful – I just wanted to be a mysterious figure who swooped into their lives, gave them some delight, and then magically vanished, you know, the whole phantasm thing. It was so much fun to take guys by surprise.

And that worked, I take it?

Well, I couldn’t just say “hello, would you care to be fellated”, but a lot of guys were pretty oblivious to hints. Things became easier when I realised that any time a guy said “do you want to see the balcony” or “the roof” or “the backyard” or “my gaming system”, or anything like that, somewhere in his mind was the thought “I might have sex”. So mostly I just had to find someone who didn’t seem like a jerk and wait till that happened. Either that, or go somewhere semi-private with a small group and hope that I ended up being the last one there, like with party-guy. If I did end up alone with someone, well, then the real threshold seemed to be a kiss – if we managed to be kissing, I could make it a pretty smooth transition to putting my lips around his cock. Mostly me on my knees as he leaned against a wall or tree, but sometimes me nestled between his legs as he was sitting on a chair or the steps of a building or whatever, if that visual is of any help to you,.

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After leaving her husband, her sex life had been active and varied. Waiters, the cable guy, even the partner she worked for at the law firm. Once she met co-counsel, she knew that she wouldn’t have time for too many other cocks. A curvy Cuban-American, in her late 30’s, she marveled at how men flocked to her, even before she had gone down on them. And after she sucked them off, they would do anything to get more of her. What she hadn’t counted on was how well her new lover, an attorney from Central America, could suck and fuck her.

She wasn’t going to fuck both men, well maybe for a little while she fuck them both, but she definitely wanted her colleague. Fucking co-counsel was definitely hotter than fucking the partner, she thought.

An older, distinguished gentleman with old world manners and a big thick cock (so she imagined), he drew her into him from their first working lunch and before long the two were spending a lot of time together during and after work. In time she discovered that he did indeed have a nice, big, fat, juicy cock and in the months since they became lovers, she found herself ever deeper in his world.

For some time, they had been planning a Key West get-away. He was going to fly in and then they would drive down to Key West. She got her nails done (French manicure) and was waxed (Brazilian), picked up some pot and rolling papers from a co-worker, and packed all the slutty lingerie and swimsuits that he had bought her. Whether in or out of the hotel, she was going to suck and fuck him until he was limp and she was sore and they could fuck and suck no more.

She picked him up at the airport and they headed out in her Lexus on the drive to Key West.

After they had gotten out of Homestead, he asked for a batesito. She scrambled to find them, and realized that she had packed the joints in the trunk. They stopped to look for them and he switched with her so that he could drive. The longer the drive, the hornier he got. Because he was driving, he had remedy for the situation. About midway on the drive down, he pulled over. Finding a deserted spot off of the highway in the weeds, he parked. They smoked a joint and then began to make out. After a while, he unbuckled her seatbelt, and she bent over into his seat in the Lexus. His cock was already out.

Closing her eyes, she could smell his cologne around his well-groomed cock. She began with little kisses all over the head, working her way down the shaft to his balls. She got the shaft wet with her saliva and his pre-cum before going to town on it. She loved sucking cock and it showed. Not having had her lips around his cock for a few weeks, he couldn’t take much more and he exploded in her mouth, with the extra cum covering her face.

He would drive the rest of the way to the hotel. It was a slow drive with traffic and the weather and before too long, she reached over and pulled out his cock. Expertly she sucked and squeezed his manhood as he drove them through the keys to the hotel. He was in no rush to cum again and she was in no rush to stop sucking him.

Unfortunately, Antalya Escort the day had started out overcast and by the time she had finished sucking him off a second time, it started to rain. The rain hadn’t let up by the time they arrived at the hotel. The two lovers checked in and went up to the room. Upon entering the room, they could hear another pair of lovers having sex in the adjoining room. The two listened for awhile, getting hornier, but also competitively thinking about how much louder, longer and harder they could go at it.

She excused herself to go to the bath room. He, mischievous as he was, entered and seeing her on the toilet urinating, asked her to spread her legs wide so that he could urinate between legs while she peed. She was flushed with embarrassment and excitement. He was thinking about how his mouth was going to be on her ass and pussy, or her mouth around his cock, for the rest of the trip to Key West.

When they finished their joint bathroom break, they washed up and returned to the bedroom. He had bought her a variety of swim wear, bras, panties, and other lingerie from Victoria’s Secret and La Perla. She had packed them, looking forward to modeling for him. One at a time, she put on each outfit and walked around the bed. He had stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt and had put on some music. Enjoying another join he watched her modeling lingerie and commented favorably and her round ass and ample breasts. His cock was stiff and leaking pre-cum. Her pussy was dripping wet and soaking the crotches of the panties she modeled.

Calling her to the bed, he passed her the joint. They made small talk while they shared a joint and go high. When there was nothing more than a roach, he extinguished it in the ashtray and told her to lie down on the bed. With her on her belly, he began at the back of the legs, licking and kissing as he went. Working up the backs of her legs to her ass, he tongued it gently before moving to her pussy. She rolled over and lay back on the bed, her back arched and felt his tongue tracing her outer pussy lips, gently biting at them. Her lips became engorged and opened slightly, her juice running down the crack of her ass. He made small circles around her clit with his tongue, without touching it just yet. Then, he rhythmically licked her from her rosebud to her clit, and after a while, he started to suck her clit into his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth while sliding a finger into her pussy. Sucking her clit and finger-fucking her pussy, he slid a second finger inside palm up, curling them ever so slightly to stimulate her g-spot.

Drenched from all of the cock sucking and modeling she needed to feel his cock inside her and she ordered him to enter her. He complied and pumped her from behind on the bed until he came. She too came, but was unfulfilled. His cock plopped out of her cum-filled pussy, its head angry and glistening with her juices and his cum.

After watching some TV and smoking another joint, he suggested that they get up and have something to eat and drink to refresh their Antalya Escort Bayan energy. “Champagne and oysters”, he suggested. She had already picked out a summer dress and some sexy panties to wear. But first, she told him, he was going to fuck her hard until she got off she was terribly aroused and in need of one big orgasm. It was an order and he would comply or else!

His response was that he was more than ready to give her what she needed, right then and right there. With pleasure he began working on her toes. Nothing got her hotter than a slow, sensual start and licking and sucking her toes was explosive. Moving from the toes, he licked the back of her legs up to her knees. He was in no hurry. He could her tiny gasps and quickened breathing; he knew that it was working. Upon reach the top of her legs, he gently slipped a finger into her pussy, which was filled with her juices and his cum. Then he moved back to her ass and began to tongue and kiss it. He ass rose magically off the bed and pressed against his face, causing him to run his tongue from her ass to her clit. He moved up to her face so that she could lick his and her juices off of his face. Looking down on the bed, he saw a large wet spot, from her pussy and his cum, soaking the bedspread.

She couldn’t take anymore. Pushing him down onto the bed, she mounted him, and rubbed her pussy over his cock to get it wet. In one motion, moving her hips over the head of his cock, she pulled it into her and felt it splitting her in two. Like a crazed slut in heat, she moaned loudly she rode him hard, cumming over and over, for over 15 minutes until he could take no more. Her thrusts onto his cock rocked the bed, pounding the headboard into the wall. He rolled her off of him and turned her onto her belly. Lifting her hips and ass off the bed, he entered her from behind and pounder her mercilessly. She shouted out in joy, pain, and pleasure. Pumping her so hard that her head rhythmically banged the headboard, she came hard that the bed shook violently. Then he came. When he was through, his semen filled her pussy and covered her ass and legs. Neither one could move from where they were. She tried to walk but her legs gave out from shaking.

The couple next store had stopped fucking awhile ago. Upon hearing her shout in ecstasy, the couple banged on the wall to be quiet. She and her lover laughed. Looking it each other’s eyes, they knew that it would be a little while before could try it again.

After resting, the two got up and dressed. He wanted oysters and champagne, and she agreed. It was a short distance to the restaurants and it was raining, so they drove. After finding a parking spot, they walked a little ways before coming to a few favorites of hers. They settled on a restaurant she had been to a few years before, after she had gotten divorced. A little quieter now than then, she nevertheless remembered standing at the bar with her then-boyfriend, one night. They and everyone around them had listened to the house band as her boyfriend had fingered her pussy. She almost came Escort Antalya thinking about that night.

After being seated, he ordered oysters and a bottle of champagne. Sitting next to each other, they slowly fed each other oysters, looking into each other’s eyes, getting hornier by the minute. He couldn’t take anymore and, reaching under her dress, he tugged aside the elastic of her panties and began fingering her pussy. She stroked his cock, which was straining through the fabric of his pants. The waitress, walking by, looked at her half-closed eyes and his hand, moving under the tail, and gave him a sly smile. She probably had seen a lot more graphic public displays of sex at any number of biker bashes and lifestyle conventions.

After cumming on his hand, she opened her eyes and looked down at his crotch. He was hard again and it showed. While she would be the first to admit that she loved cock, any cock, his cock got her off like no others. In fact, she often fantasized about his cock when she was fucking and sucking other men, it was that good. She began to rub it and unzipped his pants so that she could taste his pre-cum. He thought of how much her clitoris responded to his tongue.

Two hours had passed quickly at the bar and grill and they were both ready to fuck and suck some more. He paid the tab and they returned to the room. Upon their arrival, she offered to model some more of the lingerie. Putting on a g-string, garter belt, and see-through bra, she modeled it for him. Already naked and on the bed, he was enjoying the show. His cock was engorged and he began to stroke it. Seeing the pre-cum ooze out of the slit, she stopped what she was doing and reaching down to scoop it up with a finger, she looked him in the eye as she licked her finger clean of his juice.

He pulled her to the bed and kissed her deeply as they dry-humped each other. She moaned softly as his cock rhythmically rubbed against her clit. After a while, he rolled off the bed and lifter her up, carrying her over to the window. Unhitching the stockings, he pulled down her panties and again began licking her ass. Slowly he worked his way to her pussy, causing her to lean forward. She slowly pushed back against his cock. He spread her legs and entered her from behind and pumped her a few times before carrying her to the bed where they fucked in various positions throughout the night.

In the early light of morning, the sun peeking through the windows, he carried her to the bath tub. He had already run the water and had put bubble bath into the water. Her pussy was sore and in need of rest. Dropping to his knees he lowered her into the water. Standing up, he asked, politely, if she would suck his cock, knowing that she never declined an opportunity to suck him off. Obliging him, she kept her eyes locked on his as she took him whole into her mouth. Taking her time, she sucked him slowly, waiting for his cock to tense and his eyes to roll back. When she knew that he was going to blow his load, she began to work his cock vigorously with both hands. Not wanting to cum in her mouth and know how wet she must be, he joined her in the tub and with her standing up fucked her gently from behind until he came.

As he lay spent in the bathtub he thought to himself that the day was young, and he would fuck her quite a few more times before darkness, let alone before sleep.

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All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older!

Kathy was getting excited just thinking about the evening. She and her husband Stan were going to a summer party at his boss’s house. Kathy wanted to make sure she made a big impression on her husband’s boss Dave. She had done some research and found out that Dave had a daughter who went to St. Trinian’s, a very expensive private school. Kathy had gone out and purchased a St. Trinian’s uniform, a grey pleated skirt, white blouse, knee high socks and loafers. She had dyed her blonde hair blonde and tied it back in a pony tail. She actually looked very much the part of the innocent young school girl despite the fact that she was 26. Well, maybe not so innocent as she had shortened the skirt to show off a lot of shapely leg. Kathy had a waspishly thin waist above which her generous 36-D breasts bulged dramatically. She had strategically chosen the blouse to be a little tight to take full advantage of her generous assets. She had a little white purse she wore on one shoulder. She was quite pleased with her schoolgirl look as was her husband Stan, judging by the way he kept stealing glances at her as they drove to the party. She slid over a little closer to him on the front seat and casually rested her hand on his thigh.

“How do you like me as a blonde, baby? I hope this outfit isn’t too slutty! What do you think?…”

“You look great Kath!…” Stan enthused, his head swiveling back and forth from the road to his hot wife.

” Why don’t we just turn around and forget this party? We could go over to the schoolyard and play on the swings. I’ll push you for as long as you like!…”

Kathy giggled at Stan’s lecherous approval and let her hand drift over onto the bulge in his crotch

” It feels like you’d like to give me a big push, you perv!…You wouldn’t fuck a schoolgirl would you lover?…” she teased, as she pressed her little hand over his straining erection.

“Ummmmm, baby!…Take it out!…Please!…Just play with it a little like you used to!…” Stan wheedled.

Kathy considered her husband’s needy request. It was true, she used to jack him off for hours in the car when they traveled, before they had been married for five years. She hadn’t done that in a long time. She wasn’t sure that this was the best moment but she decided to play along with her husband for a little bit.

“Lift up baby!..” she said as she deftly pulled down his zipper and his pants. In no time she was fondling his bare, turgid cock as they drove along.

“Ahhhh!…God!…Yesss!…That’s so hot!…Keep going!…” Stan gasped as his little wife began to gently jog her fist up and down his rampant tool.

“Don’t get too excited lover! We’re going to be at the party in a minute and you know I have plans to impress your boss!…. You said you were all right with that!… You don’t mind do you baby?…You know I only want to help!…” Kathy murmured, cruising her thumb around and around the crimson dome of Stan’s cock, making the pre-come seep madly from his throbbing tool. She knew she could have anything she wanted when he was this excited and she had his cock in her hand. He wasn’t going to refuse her now!

“Umm hmmmm!…It’s O.K.!…Have fun!…Ahhhh!… Just don’t stop!…” Stan hissed, his hips shifting uncontrollably as his naughty wife worked him over.

“You’re a pet!..” Kathy giggled as she masturbated Stan’s now come-slick rod. His excitement was contagious and she could feel the juices dampening her own panties as her husband writhed under her practiced fondling.

A few moments later they were parking on the street in a line of cars in front of Stan’s boss’s house. As they pulled in, Kathy reluctantly released Stan’s quivering erection.

“Wait!…” he cried as he put the car in park and lunged across the seat, covering his wife’s lips with his. Feverishly his tongue darted in and out of her mouth as one of his big hands reached under her little skirt and palmed the moist gusset of her panties.

” Oh baby!…We shouldn’t!…” Kathy groaned in indecision. But with Stan’s breath gusting hotly in her mouth and his hand groping her seething loins she was thinking a quickie in the car might not be a bad idea before they went in.

” Don’t Stan!…Don’t baby!…You’re going to make me a mess!…” Kathy whimpered as she lifted her bum and her husband worked her panties down her thighs.

“No I won’t baby!…Look what I brought!… A schoolgirl’s best friend!…” Stan chuckled, popping open the glove compartment and reaching inside. He pulled out an impossibly thick dildo that had pointy little knobs under the head and bulging plastic veins down the shaft. His eyes danced merrily into his wife’s as he laid the intimidating tool on her thigh. He slid it upwards until the hard nosed phallus parted her swollen labia.

“Oh no you bastard!…Don’t!…Not that!…” Kathy pleaded, sliding sideways across the seat and away from the pressing dildo.

But Stan just slid across the seat with her, and when she was Antalya Escort jammed up against the door he twisted the first couple of inches of the fat tool into her drooling cunt mouth.

“Unnngh!…Shit!…NNnnn!…Ohhh Fuck!…Nooo!…” Kathy moaned as her husband forced the plundering tool slowy but steadily into her, stretching her greasy hole thrillingly. Hot flashes of excitement seethed through her loins as Stan attacked her pussy with her favorite toy.

“You know you love it you little tease!…Let’s just get you in the mood to party!..” Stan taunted with a broad grin as he patiently twisted the fat dildo inwards until the whole thing was seated fully inside Kathy’s gaping vagina.

“Naaaa!…Fuckkk!…Goddd!…” Kathy groaned, her eyes bulging from their sockets as her cunt throbbed feverishly around the fat plastic dick.

“And speaking about the party, don’t forget about what you have in mind for our gracious host!…” Stan teased, putting his hands on the back of his wife’s head and pulling it down into his lap.

“You bastard!…Mmmmphhh!…” she swore in a muffled groan just as her husband hunched his rampant cock between her lipstick covered lips.

“Yessss!…That’s it!…Show me what you’ve got in store for good old Dave!…Oh Christ!… You’re so good!…You’re going to blow his mind!…Yessss!…” Stan groaned as his wife took his steely erection in her mouth and began to suck on it.

Kathy was writhing around so excitedly on the hard dildo that was skewering her guts that she was hardly aware of the big cock filling her mouth. Stan knew she was getting herself worked up for a big come, but he had another plan in mind. Keeping one hand firmly on his wife’s head, he reached between her writhing loins with his other hand and turned on the vibrating dildo to full speed.

“Naaaaa!…MMMffff!…Ghhaaaa!…Kathy cried gutturally. She stiffened and twisted as the dildo buzzed mercilessly inside her. Stan had to use two hands to keep her head down and her mouth on his cock. But the good news was that she was now lunging up and down frenziedly on his near orgasmic cock as the dildo excited her.

Kathy’s cunt was twitching and spasming feverishly but she could never come on that damn dildo when Stan had it cranked up all the way. It was just too damn intense and the bastard knew it!

She was frantically excited and she sucked her husband’s cock with all the passion and frustration that was screaming through her loins.

“Ahhhh!…Goddd!…Yesss!…Unn Hnnn!…I’m gonna come!…Unnn!… I’m coming!…” Stan cried, bucking his loins frantically in response to his wife’s slavish cocksucking. He savaged her mouth with his thrusting prick and she plunged up and down in his lap without missing a beat.

“Mmmmm!…..Mmmm Hmmmm!….Mmmm Hmmm!…” she moaned gutturally as her husband stiffened and arched up dramatically under her leeching suck.

“Ahhhhh!…Naaaa!…Godddd!…Ahhh!…Nnnn!…Nnnn!…” Stan bellowed as his balls convulsed and his come jetted from his cock in huge, steaming volleys.

“Mmmmm!…Mmmmmm Hmmm!…Mmmm Hmmm!…Mmmm Hmmm!….” Kathy encouraged, sucking sharply on Stan’s pulsing knob in time with his ejaculation. She knew that he found this enormously exciting. She could usually make him come for long minutes with this technique but tonight she just wanted to drain him so that he could take care of her furiously creaming pussy.

“Ahhhh!…Goddd!…You are such a hot!… fucking!… little!… schoolgirl!…” Stan gasped as his cock cream spewed in response to his wife’s lurid suck.. She couldn’t keep up with the urgent flow and he smiled to see the viscous cream bubbling out of the corners of her mouth and dripping down her chin,

“Ahhhh!…Godddd!…That! …Was!… Great!…” he groaned, hunching up in time with the last few spasms that wracked his groin and dribbling the last of his sperm into his wife’s siphoning mouth. Gently he lifted her face up from his lap and smiled down into her beseeching eyes.

“Make me come you bastard!….Don’t leave me like this!…” Kathy hissed, starting to climb up onto Stan’s still bare lap.

Stan reached down and cooly yanked the plundering dildo out of his wife’s sodden pussy!

“Ahhhh!… Yesss!…Fuck me you prick!…” the frantic wife demanded as the hard plastic invader tore through her pulsing labia, leaving he cunt yawning and empty and desperately frustrated.

Stan reached between his wife’s wide spread thighs once more, into the glove compartment and found what he was looking for. His hand drifted back under his wife’s swiveling loins.

“I think you need to keep that edge for the party sweetheart!…This should help!…”

With a twist of his wrist, Stan thrust a short tapered little butt plug deftly into Kathy’s unprepared ass.

“Ahhhhh!…Shittt!…” the surprised housewife shrieked frantically. She straightened up in shocked surprise, banging her head on the roof of the car as the plastic plug stretched and filled her.

Stan Antalya Escort Bayan took the opportunity to slide out from under his quivering, panting schoolgirl/wife, closed his pants and began to straighten himself up.

“You miserable fucking asshole!…Don’t leave me like this?…” Kathy demanded as her pussy sizzled with unfulfilled lust. She stared hard into her husband’s twinkling eyes and realized he was enjoying her frustration tremendously.

“Just pull yourself together baby!…There’s nothing more exciting than the look of a freshly fucked schoolgirl!…And you do look unbelievably hot!…You’re pretty excited aren’t you?…”

“You shit!… You know I’m dying for it!…How am I supposed to go to the party like this!”

“I think you’re perfect Kath!…Old Dave is going to think he’s died and gone to heaven!…Take it easy on him, O.K.?…I definitely know he’s not ready for you when you’re in a mood like this!..”

Kathy snarled and muttered a little further at her husband but she knew it was useless. She grabbed her panties and reached back to remove the butt plug. But Stan took hold of her wrists and held them hard as he whispered.

“Forget the panties baby!…And the butt plug stays in!…You’re going in just the way you are!…Trust me!… I know what I’m doing!…Now let’s go have some fun!…”

It was only a few moments later that they were making their way into the party. Kathy had made a brief side trip to the ladies room on the way in and had repaired the cosmetic damage of their hasty fuck. But her eyes were glittering with fierce arousal and Stan could tell his wife’s one thought was to get her hands on his boss as soon as possible and fuck his brains out.

“There he is over there, with his wife!…”

Kathy caught the direction of her husband’s gaze and saw an attractive, slightly greying man, with a shy smile talking with an attractive older red-head by the fireplace.

Kathy’s loins were so sensitive that she could hardly walk. Stan ushered his somewhat wobbly wife over towards his boss and made the introductions.

“Dave!… Thanks so much for asking us…I’d like you to meet my wife Kathy…. Kathy… Dave Andrews and his wife Brenda…. Kathy’s been really looking forward to meeting you both.”

Kathy smiled and was immediately gratified to see a warm blush spreading up Dave’s neck as he tried not to stare too obviously at the tasty little treat he was being introduced to.

“Hello Stan, Kathy! How nice to see you! This is my wife Brenda! Brenda I think you know Stan….”

Kathy was interested to note that, although she got a rather icy handshake from the lady of the house, Brenda had a warm smile and a lingering glance for her husband. This evening had definite possibilities.

Dave was fighting a loosing battle in his war against ogling the cute little blonde standing in front of him. Finally he said…

“There’s something interesting about what you’re wearing that I can’t quite put my finger on..”

Kathy saw his wife roll her eyes in disdain when Dave said this.

“Oh Kathy used to go to St. Trinian’s. Sometimes she wears the old school outfit for fun. I think she still fits into it pretty well don’t you?..” Stan said with a smile. He gave Kathy’s ass a playful but firm squeeze that had her rising on her toes and sucking air as her husband made the butt plug jiggle around in her ass.

“Our daughter Bunny goes to St. Trinian’s! That must be it!…”

“Jesus Stan!…” Kathy moaned quietly, her smoldering gaze burning into Dave’s admiring eyes.

“Is Bunny a short version of her name Dave?…” Kathy asked.

“Well no…” Dave replied…”Her name is Wendy but I’ve called her Bunny ever since she was a little girl.”

“That’s so cute…” Kathy said with a dazzling smile, and then…” I think I see Cheryl Watson over at the bar. Just excuse me for a second won’t you while I go say hi. I hope we get to talk a little more later on….”

Kathy minced away on tentative toes. With every step she took she was acutely aware of the plastic prod stretching her ass. Her cunt was on continuous slow burn and she didn’t know how long she could go on with the shmoozing until she got the sex she needed. She hovered on the periphery of several conversations and a number of interested males approached her. She made some small talk but mostly she kept her eye on Stan’s boss and she was pleased that he seemed to be keeping an eye on her.

When the noise level and the heat started to rise, Kathy waited until she saw that Dave was alone and decided to make her move. Surreptitiously opening a couple of buttons on her blouse she pulled her shoulders back and sidled over towards him

He was in the corner of the den and Kathy was pleased to see that he was watching her from the moment she started to move in his direction. The bared, generous slopes of her flushed breasts preceded her as she approached her husband’s boss.

“Mr. Andrews! Thank you so much for Escort Antalya inviting us. You have such a beautiful home!” she said, moving to his side and squeezing her juicy tits against his arm.

“Thank you Kathy. Call me Dave please! …. I must say you certainly have brought some sparkle to the old place tonight just by being here!..”

He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from Kathy’s gently heaving cleavage and she didn’t help by leaning closer to his ear and saying..

“Aren’t you sweet to say so!…’

“Oh there you are, honey!..” Stan said bustling up behind his wife and not so gently thrusting his knee into her ass as he leaned over her towards his boss.

“Unnnnghhhh! …” Kathy grunted excitedly, actually grabbing Dave’s shoulder for support as Stan jammed the butt plug up her ass with his knee.

“Say Dave! Brenda says she’s feeling a little overwhelmed with the heat and all. I was thinking I’d take out by the pool for a while if that’s O.K. with you!”

Even as he was speaking, Stan was grinding his knee into his wife’s ass, making her actually hump gently against his boss’s leg as the cunt juice began to seep down her inner thigh.

Dave was turning beet red at the feel of Kathy’s taut little body rubbing against him. He was sure her globular breasts were going to spill out of her schoolgirl blouse at any moment and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from them.

“Sure Stan!…Of course…I’d appreciate it if you’d look after her!…I!…I! .. What with all the guests!!…You know!..” Dave stammered lamely, his eyes darting nervously from Kathy to Stan.

“That’s great!…I’ll take good care of her!…See you sweetie!…” Stan said to his wife, taking her shoulders from behind and yanking her down subtly on his pressing knee.

“Oh Christ!…I’m so hot!…” Kathy gasped as Stan suddenly left her and she had to actually clutch tighter to Dave’s shoulder to keep from falling on her unsteady legs.

“Are you alright?..” Dave asked.

“Actually, I am feeling a little flushed. Is there somewhere quiet I could lie down for just a minute?…”

“Certainly dear! There’s my daughter’s room, the third on the right, upstairs. She’s away because of the party. Why don’t you go on up. I’ll check on you in a few minutes.”

Kathy gave Dave another smoldering look as she said…”It’s a date!…” and she headed towards the stairs. She didn’t look back. She knew Dave was watching and that he wouldn’t be long.

“Thank Christ…” she whispered to herself. She couldn’t have waited a minute longer.

Kathy found Wendy’s room, went in and closed the door behind her.

She turned on a little reading light by the bed. She took off her blouse, removed her bra then put her blouse back on but only buttoned it halfway, leaving her creamy, unfettered breasts displayed. She dropped the bra casually on the bed, sat down gingerly then stretched out. The butt plug was driving her insane. Kathy shifted around until she had her pleated skirt rucked up enough so that her hairless little pussy was bared. She wasn’t going to give Dave a chance. She vigorously plied her steamy opening with two fingers to make sure her pink labia were swollen and dripping. Then she took each of her nipples and pinched and stretched them savagely until they were both jutting out an inch from her heaving boobs. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming as she played with herself like that. Then she settled back nervously and continued to finger her snatch and her nipples as she waited for Stan’s boss. She didn’t have to wait long.

It was dim in Wendy’s room when Dave walked in. The first thing he realized was that there was a strong, musky odor in the room. It was the pungent smell of sexual arousal and his cock immediately lurched upright in his pants in a conditioned response.

Then he saw Kathy lying on his daughter’s bed. He stifled a gasp as he realized that her abbreviated schoolgirl outfit wasn’t hiding very much. The livid red slash at the apex of her loins was bared and he could see her monumental breasts thrusting through her half parted blouse. She had one arm stretched over her forehead and at first he thought she was asleep. But then he realized she was awake and watching him through hooded eyes.

“Come in Dave!…Come over here!…I’ve been waiting for you!…” Kathy said in a husky purr.

“I’ve been a bad girl!…Come and see!…”

Dave approached the bed like a sleep walker. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the obscene spectacle that Kathy made as she lay sprawled across his daughter’s bed. As he slowly got closer, Kathy unhurriedly bent her knees and tipped her pelvis up. Her skirt fell even further back and exposed not only her glistening, bald pussy but also the butt plug protruding from her taut little ass.

“I’ve been a nasty little girl Dave!…I’ve been waiting for you and playing with myself!… See how wet I am?…Ummmm!…And do you see the butt plug in my ass?…It’s been in there all evening!… When I was talking to you downstairs!…Oh Goddd!…It’s got me so hot!… I’m being terrible talking like this!…Showing myself to you like this!…Aren’t I Dave?…” she whispered, reaching down and spreading her ass apart with her hands so that the anal bung was on vulgar display to Dave’s goggling eyes.

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