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Outside

The house stood just beyond the town’s most westerly boundary. An old state home, the building had for a long time been a constant feature of the land, becoming a well-known landmark for travelers and locals alike. The mansion loomed large and imposing, its undeniable elegance brooding over the surrounding landscape like an icon of timeless antiquity and opulence.

Though it had seen its fair share of successive owners, each and every one had left an imprint of their own whimsical desires on both its facade and inner halls and corridors. Every few years, a new wing would be added, or the windows would be changed to follow the latest trend or fashion. Thus, the house had become somewhat of a hodgepodge of architectural styles. This did not seem to matter to the house’s current owner, however, and in fact such motley craftsmanship had been a key factor for its acquisition.

The manor’s grounds spread over more than ten acres. Though sprawling, the terrain had always been well looked after by an army of gardeners and landscape artists. Wooden paths, lush ponds, and hidden winter gardens dotted its hidden nooks and crannies. A lonely wanderer could easily spend a few days journeying through the grounds and not step over the same path twice.

Yet, the house held its secrets, because that is what old houses do. The edifice itself may be just brick and mortar, but every old mansion does have a living soul that remembers. Houses hold onto, and conceal, whatever has taken place inside, and over time, whoever -or whatever- walks and dwells within the myriad of rooms and hidden closets learns to live with such untold realities.

The sun, now hanging low on the late autumn evening sky, would soon give way to its eternal lover, the moon. Reddish tones began brushing the world with crimson strokes, and the birth of dusk reflected wanly on the car’s windshield, bathing the driver and his female companion inside with an eerie, almost mystical shine.

The pair travelled in silence, their stillness only broken by the whispering murmur of their car’s powerful engine. Yet, the silence did not seem to trouble either one of them. To the contrary, it hinted at the level of comfort with each other. No words seemed necessary at this particular moment in time. Their minds were surely occupied with more fanciful affairs.

“The gate should be open. That’s what they said on the phone.”

The man nodded and smiled at her, his gaze lingering on the woman’s well-defined shape. “You look amazing tonight.”

“Only tonight?”

The man laughed a little and glanced at her wry smile. “You know what I mean.”

“Slow down. House’s just ahead.”

He nodded again, just as the car went through the open gates, skidding over some gravel. Two stone gargoyles with long, protruding forked tongues stood on the gates’ supporting pillars. They cast long shadows in the fading light.

As the car approached the house’s inner grounds, the woman looked at herself in the rear view mirror. Perfect makeup, down to the last detail. Unblemished skin, long, red hair tied up in a ponytail, and a very elegant black dress barely reaching mid-thigh completed an image of stylish and contemporary beauty.

Her companion looked no less attractive. Hazel eyes, neatly trimmed greying hair, a dark grey designer suit, and white shirt open just below the neck made him look like a sports star, or indeed a playboy. Yet, his love and attention were solely devoted to his red-haired partner.

On this night, this good looking couple would embark on a journey of pleasure and self discovery together, pushing the boundaries of their own sensuality.

As darkness fell on the last smoldering embers of daylight, the car pulled into the manor’s front car park. Four other vehicles were in sight.

The man maneuvered carefully into a parking spot, killed the engine, and looked straight into her blue eyes. “Here we are,” he said, and a hint of a cheeky smile drew briefly on the corner of his lips. She smiled back her beautiful smile and nodded. “Shall we go in? They’re expecting us.”

“Yes indeed,” she said, and his cheeky smile turned into an honest one. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Let’s go.”

The pair exited the car and stood motionless before the house for just a moment. In the dusky light, the edifice’s looming beauty appeared somewhat spooky, and oddly alive. Twilight seemed to lick the walls with lascivious irreverence. Up in the third floor, a dim light flickered with a hypnotic beat, and the high, slanted roofs gleamed with crimson fury.

“Some place,” the woman said, and shivered in the rapidly dropping air temperature. She scanned the house’s odd architecture. The darkening windows seemed to twinkle curiosity at the couple’s very presence there. As she looked, a raven landed on a balcony railing and perched itself there. “Why do they call it the Dollshouse?”

The man smiled and gingerly took her hand. “You’ll see. Come on inside.”

The Escort Sincan pair walked together along a gravel path towards the Dollshouse’s main entrance. Small statuettes with erotic motifs flanked the path all the way. The woman walked in awe of the carefully and beautifully crafted stone figures. Here, a pair of lovers danced together under a lush fountain. There, three women engaged in sapphic activity on a large bed while a fourth poured oil from a flask on their bodies. The sheer amount of erotic combinations was nothing short of breathtaking. Someone had gone to great lengths (and even greater attention to detail) to make this place a true monument to sensuality.

The beautifully landscaped path led to the house’s threshold, a large oak door festooned with ivy that would not have been out of place in a fairytale castle, or indeed an insane asylum.

Two rather burly and impeccably dressed men stood at the doors.

“Good evening madam, good evening sir. May I see your invitations, please.” The man’s tone was deeply polite, yet his demeanour clearly implied that he would just as quick turn them swiftly away if the invitations for tonight’s festivities were not forthcoming.

“Yeah, sure,” the woman said as she opened her purse. She produced two laminated cards about the size of a small envelope with the letters ‘TB’ elegantly emblazoned on them. Up in the distance, two jays took flight from a nearby lawn. The flutter of their wings carried clearly across the nascent night.

“Thank you madam,” the security man said in that same polite yet firm tone. He took and pocketed the invitation cards and said “enjoy your stay.”

The second guard punched in a 4 digit code on a numeric keypad behind him and the large oak doors obediently opened. He motioned them to step inside.

The pair walked forth, right into the Dollshouse foyer, and the oak doors closed silently behind them.

The Foyer

Ochre shadows danced and jumped across a narrow hallway. Two open, roaring fireplaces, and two sets of overhead spotlights kept the foyer warm and capriciously lit. Two large mirrors above the hearths created an illusion of depth, which the woman in the short black dress found slightly dizzying. Nevertheless, the elegance of the place was rather striking, and very tasteful indeed.

She checked herself in the mirror to her left, and golden shades danced across her face. She tussled her hair, and as she did, the man watched her breasts become taut against the fabric of her dress. He felt a twinge of lust, and was about to give her a compliment when the foyer doors slid open.

A woman stood at the threshold, and regarded them with a welcoming look. Then, she closed the door behind her, walked towards the pair, and threw a curtsy, holding the hems of her wispy skirt with the tips of her fingers, in very old fashion style.

“Welcome to Teach na Babog.” She spoke in a soft, subdued voice. “Paul and Diane, yes?”

“Yeah,” Paul said. Diane nodded, all of a sudden feeling a tad intimidated and insecure.

“You’re both very welcome here tonight. Most of the house is open for you to explore and enjoy, but some areas are off limits to guests, and you shall not enter these. Please abide by these rules.”

Diane felt both awestruck and immediately attracted to this soft spoken woman. She found her voice strangely unnatural, yet oddly enchanting. Mesmerizing. If sirens ever spoke, they would surely sound like her, Diane thought.

But it wasn’t her voice that impressed her the most.

It was the makeup, and the outfit she wore.

This Dollshouse denizen wore white makeup on her face, and two bright red circles decorated her cheeks. Heavy, dark eyeliner made her blazing green eyes look a tad menacing, yet deep, and alluring. The woman’s wild, blonde hair was tied up in twin ponytails, and she wore a black lace corset and crotchless underwear on her near-perfect body. If one looked closely, her outer labia were just visible. Thigh-high black tights completed a vision of otherworldly sensuality. Her body gave off a musky scent, which neither Paul nor Diane could readily identify, but was intensely pleasant nonetheless.

“There are fifteen Nightsisters inside this house tonight. We belong to the Coven of Lilith. All of us were born into bondage, and raised within the bosom of our Elder Sister. We dedicate our lives to the path of sensual pleasure. With us, there are no boundaries other than your own. The Dollshouse is our home. Tonight, we open it for you, and many others like you. You may remain inside the house for the entire length of this night’s darkness, but you must leave before the sun rises above the balcony of your room. My name is Sister Selene. Any questions.’

Paul and Diane shook their heads in a motion that looked rehearsed, but was not.

“Very well. You may follow me.”

Sister Selene turned and opened the foyer doors with a gentle push of her hands.

Main Hall

The main hall Sincan Escort of the Dollshouse opened up to a fantastic world of luxury and riches usually only seen in daytime television soaps. Whoever had created the mansion’s interior design had certainly spared no expenses. From the immaculately clean marble floors to the dangling chandeliers, the place had been made to look like a royal palace.

Paul and Diane looked awestruck, specially Diane. She looked around, her mouth half open in sheer amazement, and smiling like a kid let loose in the biggest toy store in the world.

Because, apart from the aristocratic charm of the Dollshouse, its theme was also unmistakably clear.

Diane gazed at the gigantic canvases, tapestries, and sculptures decorating the hall and the sprawling walls. One tapestry, well over five square feet in size, depicted an scene which could have easily been taken from an unabridged version of the Kama Sutra. The scene showed three men and five women engaged in sexual activity. The eight bodies formed a sensual daisy chain, with the men standing at each end, taking two women from behind, while the remaining four women interacted with one another using their fingers, tongues, or any other body part available.

Beside this tapestry to Diane’s right side, a large plasma screen played a movie. In the current scene, two men wearing carefully crafted wolves’ mask were fucking a blonde female, one through her pussy and one through her mouth, while a second female, clad in red PVC and wearing a Venetian mask, flogged her chest, drawing red streaks on the soft skin of the woman’s breasts. The flogger’s snapping sounds resonated across the hall as much as the woman’s muffled moans of pleasure.

But the feature which Diane found the most beautifully engaging were the two white marble statues standing guard at the bottom of the grand staircase leading to the mansion’s upper levels.

Flanking the foot of the staircase stood two winged creatures, ten feet high. They were humanoid in shape, and two emerald green stones were encrusted in their eyes. Their mouths were wide open, and large, sharp teeth and forked tongues were visible. Two human females laid in their grasp, the creatures’ tongues wrapped around their carefully sculpted shape, the legs open in such way that the winged beings could enter them easily. The sculptures were arranged in perfect symmetry, and the creatures’ scaly tails loomed well above the floor and linked about one third of the way from the ceiling. One could not help but stare at the twisted beauty of these creations in sheer admiration.

“Sacred deities,” Sister Selene said, and Diane nearly jumped. She had been wholly mesmerized. “They represent lust and desire. Sentinels of the threshold, guarding a world of sex and pleasure just beyond them. Would you like to explore further?”

Paul said nothing. He simply looked intently at Diane, that cheeky grin again drawing on his lips. Diane looked at his handsome face, gazed upwards at the sculptures, and back at him.

“A new set of guests is arriving,” Sister Selene said in that soft, subdued voice. “Make your choice, Paul and Diane.”

Paul took one step up the staircase, still smiling, and offered his hand to his companion. “Shall we?”

Diane’s gaze went from Paul’s hand to Sister Selene, whose eyes were fixed on them, and once again to the two winged creatures presiding over the Dollshouse’s main hall. Their level of detail was breathtaking. One could make out every fold of skin, every line on their bulky shape, and down to the erect nipples on the female’s breasts, if one looked closely enough. She realized right there that tonight would be special indeed, Paul had promised her that it would, and she loved him enough to believe him. And indeed, the Dollshouse had so far blown her mind. It oozed sex from every corner. No matter where one looked, there was some erotic motif to be found. Here, a canvas depicting a close up of a woman’s face covered in sperm. There, a tall vase decorated with a painting of a naked female, legs wide open, and a jetstream of fluid pouring from her pussy. The house itself stood as a monument to eroticism.

“Diane. Shall we?”

Diane looked up at him, and saw that disarming smile that had hooked her from across the bar, 3 years ago. She smiled back. “We shall,” Diane said finally, taking Paul’s hand. “Let’s go.”

“Remember. Freedom awaits you. There are no boundaries other than what you carry inside. My sisters dwell upstairs. Go and find them.”

And with a curtsy, Sister Selene turned and walked back into the foyer, the sliding doors closing behind her.

“Come on Diane. Let’s play.”

They walked right under the winged creatures of the Dollshouse, right under that wondrous threshold of sex and pleasure. Their hearts started beating a little faster as they climbed the grand staircase, heading to the upper level of the house.

First Floor

The sounds of pleasure became louder Sincan Escort Bayan the closer they got to the top of the staircase. Diane immediately felt a twinge within her pussy, her keenly refined sexual instinct now fully awake. Desire began to flow freely around her body, arousing each and every one of her senses.

There was a landing and a short hall at the top of the stairs. Large lumps of wood burned brightly inside an open fireplace there. The hall was dim, bar for the capricious luminosity cast by the firelight. A few large cushions covered in red velvet were arranged near the fireplace, and a young woman with a perfect body laid on them. She was naked apart from a red blindfold and two diamond-shaped nipple clamps. Her hands were bound behind her back with cable ties, and a ball gag covered her mouth. Two Sisters were fucking her with black silicone strap-ons, one from underneath and one from behind. The woman’s moans were loud but muffled, and as the Sisters filled her body, the one lying beneath her pulled hard on the clamps, making the gagged woman cry out in pleasure pain. Diane noticed that both Sisters wore exact same outfits as Selene did, same makeup, same crotchless underwear, and same wispy skirt.

As they watched, the woman began to orgasm. Her muffled screams became louder and louder, the body quivering in sheer delight. The Sister pulled the clamps even harder, to enhance her climax. At the same time, the other Sister grabbed her hair and tugged it back. The woman’s crescendo of pleasure resonated inside Diane’s head, and she wished to be that woman, to offer her body to be fucked by two, three, or as many Sisters as she could get her hands on. Her clit throbbed wildly at the thought, and her mouth parted open a little. This didn’t go unnoticed by Paul. “Like what you see?”

“Do I ever.”

“Come on. Let’s have fun.”

They ran off down a long corridor, leaving the three women behind.

The hall opened up to a dimly lit bifurcation. Red and green spotlights cast a ghostly glow all around the beautifully crafted reliefs decorating the walls. Scenes from Diane’s own imagination, she could have sworn. Icons of beautiful sensuality welcomed and encouraged her to live and experience this night to the full. The Dollshouse had quickly become Diane’s favorite place, and she would make sure to explore every nook and cranny, and be fucked by Paul and the daughters of Lilith in every one of her own body cavities, in every position imaginable, and welcome the sunrise with an screaming orgasm.

The musky scent of raw sensuality drifted all the way around the house’s corridors, pervading every angle, every hidden corner of such monumental icon to the most forbidden pleasures of the flesh. The aroma of sex, intangible, intense, intoxicating, sensual, seemed to be inextricably linked to the house’s very own atmosphere.

Paul and Diane walked briskly, looking around like two kids lost in paradise. Here, they saw a room with a beautiful four post bed in the middle. Two Sisters were tied up by the wrists to the posts near the foot of the bed, and two men wearing hooded black robes were fucking them.

There, a muscular man wearing nothing but a studded leather thong was being flogged by three red-haired Sisters, working in perfect synchrony. Two of the females used cat’o’nine tails and the third used a robust riding crop. The man’s arms were securely fastened by steel shackles to a low-bearing beam right above his head, and he moaned and cried out in pleasure and pain every time his body was licked by the Sisters’ weapons of choice. As Paul and Diane watched, the Sister holding the riding crop dropped to her knees and pulled down the man’s thong to reveal his mighty hard cock. She ran her tongue along the shaft a few times, making that piece of rugged flesh glisten with natural moisture, and finally took it deep into her mouth. As she did this, the other two sisters clamped the man’s nipples with adjustable clamps and tightened them until the man moaned and groaned, nearing climax, his cock buried all the way into the Sister’s throat.

Further down the corridor and inside a room to their left, three Sisters were transforming a woman’s body into a waxy work of art. Each of the daughters of Lilith held a different coloured candle over different parts of their guest’s body. Diane watched mesmerized as long, thick strands of wax landed on the woman’s skin. A dark, emerald green stream ran most of the way down the woman’s navel and spread to her thighs. Her breasts were covered in reddish, amorphous wax. Her legs were decorated with blotches of brown and yellow. The woman squirmed every time the hot fluid touched her skin, yet she kept masturbating with her fingers all the while, deep moans of absolute ecstasy punctuating the way the capricious way the wax spread around her body.

They kept walking down the house’s hauntingly sensual corridors, watching, listening, feeling. Wanting. A galaxy of pleasure surrounded them. Even the walls seemed to be alive with the primordial force of lust and desire.

As they walked down the hallowed paths of the Dollshouse, they came across a small balcony. Paul caught a glimpse of the outside, did a double take, and grabbed Diane’s hand.

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The walk back to the campsite with Astrid was a tense one for Sarah. Flushed and a little unsteady from her orgasm, still tipsy from the wine at dinner, and her mind full of questions – How much did Astrid know? What would she do if she found out that Bill had also fucked her? Could she have tasted his cum on her pussy? Maybe … but Sarah had washed herself clean, she thought. And if Astrid had tasted something, could she have known it was Bill’s? It clearly hadn’t been the first time Astrid had licked a woman to orgasm, judging by how quickly she’s leapt in to help, and by how delicately and accurately she’d taken Sarah’s clit in her mouth and sucked her into a panting, moaning mess.

A shudder ran through Sarah’s body as she recalled what had happened. She glanced over at Astrid, who seemed absorbed in her own thoughts. A slight smile played on Astrid’s face as she hummed. Astrid opened her eyes and caught Sarah’s curious glance.

“Penny for your thoughts, Sarah?”

“Um .. nothing,” stammed Sarah. “I … was just … thinking..” Her voice trailed away –

“Thinking about earlier?” Astrid asked as she reached over to nudge Sarah’s arm with her own – both women had their arms full of towels and dishes as they returned to the campsite. “Was that the first time you’ve had a girl go down on you?” She giggled as she watched the confusion ripple over Sarah’s face.

“I bet it was,” she gleefully exclaimed. “Aw, hon, there’s nothing to be shy about. Like I said, a girl’s gotta go what a girl’s gotta do sometimes. And you tasted so good.”

Sarah blushed in response. Thank fuck, she thought. She still doesn’t know.

Astrid chatted on, mistaking Sarah’s blush for something else. “Yeah! You do taste good. Doesn’t Ted tell you that all the time? If I were him, I’d be eating you out every damn day.”

Sarah murmured that he didn’t, no. But her mind wasn’t on Ted – who, truth be told, didn’t really care about her pussy so long as it was wet and ready for him – it was on Astrid. She found herself wondering how Astrid tasted, and if she could lap on Astrid’s beautiful pink clit and make her mew with delight, just like Astrid had done for her.

Jesus, Sarah breathed. She really needed to calm down a notch. She simply had too much sex on her brain today.

The women reached the campsite – all was silent except for the snap and crackle of a roaring fire. The children were sleeping in the dark depths of their own tents, and Sarah could make out the dark figures of Bill and Ted silently enjoying the the warmth of the whiskey and the fire. Sarah and Astrid tidied up the camp, quietly hanging towels up and putting dishes away. When the campsite was squared away for the night, Ted poured a mug of whiskey for each of them. As he passed Sarah her mug, he leaned over to whisper, “I’m headed for bed soon, wanna join me?” He winked at her, his intent all but unmissable.

Sarah felt her stomach lurch. She couldn’t bear the thought of Ted’s hands touching her when her skin was still tingling for the touch of Bill. Cheating on Ted hadn’t been her porno izle plan at all, and now that all this had happened so fast, she needed a moment to figure out what she was going to do. “I think I’ll stay up a little – Astrid and I need a drink after all that hard work washing up,” she said weakly. “I’ll come join you a little later.”

The women settled down by the fire onto a large driftwood log between two men on their camp chairs, cupping their whiskies. Bill prodded the flames, his face half in the shadow, unreadable. Ted draped his hand on Sarah’s thigh – she tensed up, hyper aware of every little blip of body language, her mind still racing with the thoughts of who knew who did what, with thoughts of Astrid, of Bill and of how to get through this night.

It was late now – the moon was full, casting a pale glow over the campsite. In the distance, they could hear other campsites enjoying the spring night as well. Laughter, music, smoke trailed over their silent camp. While the four of them sat there in what seemed like companionable silence, the tension in Sarah was unbearable – she couldn’t bring herself to respond to Ted’s touch. His soft warm hand on her leg looked like an alien life form to her – in her mind, all she could feel was the rough palms of Bill grabbing her hips, the soft warmth of Astrid’s mouth, closing in on her sex.

To distract herself, she gulped down that whiskey in her mug. She felt a warmth spread through her belly and the thoughts in her head were soon drowned out by the buzz of the liquor. Sarah felt a gentle squeeze on her thigh – she flinched – but it was just Ted signalling that he was going to turn in for the night. He kissed her gently on her neck. “See you soon?” he asked, though the tone in his voice told her that he didn’t think he would. Sarah knew he’d be out cold as soon as he crawled into the tent.

As he left, Sarah poured herself another generous slug of whisky and settled back down. She misjudged the distance back down to the log bench and tumbled into Astrid’s lap. “Whoops!” she muttered.

“That’s alright,” murmured Astrid. “Come on and sit by me.” Astrid pulled Sarah down so that they were both on the ground, Sarah nestled between Astrid’s legs, both of them facing the warm fire. Beyond its glow, Bill continued silently nursing his drink, tending to the flames.

Astrid ran her hands over Sarah’s shoulders. “You feel so tense,” she marvelled. “Let me help.” Astrid peeled off Sarah’s sweater and began to slowly massage her shoulders. As Astrid’s fingers worked their magic, Sarah could feel the tension leaving her, along with the last bits of her sobriety. She let out a deep sigh.

Astrid worked steadily, slowly moving her warm hands in gentle circles over Sarah’s shoulders. As Sarah relaxed, she leaned back into Astrid’s embrace and closed her eyes. She did not notice the glance that Bill and Astrid exchanged over the darkening embers of the fire.

Astrid’s touch became lighter and lighter, and her hands moved in expanding circles over her shoulder, arms, breasts. Soon, Astrid’s porno fingers were lightly grazing the tops of Sarah’s mounds – Sarah felt her nipples perk up in response.

Astrid continued gently rubbing circles over Sarah’s front, subtly slipping the tips of her fingers under Sarah’s half unbuttoned shirt dress. “You feel amazing, Sarah,” she breathed.

Sarah, half drunk from the alcohol, and almost completely hypnotized by Sarah’s continued, insistent rubbing, sighed in response. All she wanted to do was to lie in Astrid’s arms, savoring this moment. Her body felt like warm honey, heavy with desire. A tiny voice in her head was shrieking “not again – get a grip on yourself, woman!” but another sip of the delicious liquid courage in her mug quietened it down.

Now, her shirt dress was fully unbuttoned to the waist and Astrid had Sarah’s breasts cupped in each hand, bra cups pushed to the side, her thumbs lazily rubbing her now painfully erect nipples. Sarah’s breath quickened. She arched her back, urging Astrid on.

“There, there, just relax,” breathed Astrid. “I’ve got just the thing for all this tension you’re carrying around.” Her hands continued kneading Sarah’s breasts as Astrid gently trailed kisses down her neck. Each soft kiss was like a tiny lightning strike – Sarah began to pant with desire. Goosebumps covered her exposed neck and chest. Her nipples were rock hard with want.

Astrid’s hands continued their slow, maddening, downward circles. Her fingers brushed the waistband of Sarah’s underwear, then a finger slid under, and then a palm. Sarah arched up to meet the pressure of Astrid’s hand, not knowing anything except a desire for more touch.

“Settle down,” said Astrid, her breath hot in Sarah’s ear. “I’m just getting started.”

She spread Sarah’s legs open, and pulled her panties to one side, exposing her pink sex to the fire. The warmth on Sarah was unbelievable, between the whisky and desire coursing through her veins she felt like she was on fire herself. Astrid dipped a finger in Sarah’s wetness and began slowly stroking her clit.

Ohhhhhhhhh, sighed Sarah. The way Astrid was touching her was sending shivers down her spine, and tingles down her legs. She could feel her pussy gushing in response to Astrid’s delicate, slow strokes. It was as if Astrid could read her mind – she was using just the right pressure and speed.

Sarah whimpered. She wanted to come so badly, she didn’t care how it happened and who saw it. She spread her legs wider to allow Astrid more access. “Do you want to cum, Sarah?” whispered Astrid. Yes, Sarah moaned. Now. Please. Faster.

“Oh, soon,” whispered Astrid. “But you came first in the shower. I think it should be me this time.” Astrid shimmied out of her jeans and panties, and spread her legs. “My turn, Sarah.”

Sarah opened her eyes – surprised to find Astrid’s tender ministrations had stopped. She looked at Astrid, who was now leaning against the log with her legs wide open, her pink sex glistening in the fire light. Sarah could see Astrid’s swollen lips and an oozing rokettube pool of desire within.

“Come on, Sarah. There’s a first time for everything,” Astrid encouraged. Sarah – hypnotised by the whisky, hostage to her needs – leaned forward hesitantly.

“Just give it a kiss,” urged Astrid. Her hands parted her bush, exposing a proudly erect clitoris. Sarah brought her mouth to it – she could smell the desire wafting off Astrid. The heat of her sex rivalled the heat emanating off the fire. Sarah lapped, cautiously at first – Astrid tasted tangy and clean – then licked her more firmly. Astrid mewed her response.

“More.”

Sarah sucked strongly on Astrid’s clit, just like Astrid had in the shower. Sarah’s fingers slid up Astrid’s cunt, curling up to rub on her G-spot, her other hand was now rubbing on herself. Frantic with need, she didn’t notice how Bill was still in his fireside chair, except he had put his drink down and was now stroking himself in the open.

“Yes, that’s right, Sarah. Harder,” she hissed urgently. Sarah kept tonguing her, thinking frantically back to blurry lesbian porn clips she had watched in college. She wasn’t sure if she was doing the right thing, but by Astrid’s response, it seemed like she wasn’t doing a bad job at all.

She knelt over Astrid, lapping away, fingers busily working her own snatch and didn’t hear Bill rise out of his chair. He moved silently behind Sarah, cock in hand.

All Sarah knew was her need. Her face buried in Astrid’s pussy, her world was reduced to licking and fondling, of the sensation of Astrid’s warm, wet labia on her face, of her own hand strumming her clit, seeking release.

Suddenly, she felt a rough hand tug her wrist away, and the now familiar sensation of Bill’s cock sliding up her dripping pussy.

“Ohh,” she yelped. Shhhhh, breathed Astrid in response. The children. Ted. Shhhh. Astrid pulled Sarah’s head firmly back down to her crotch, clamping her legs around her head. Bill stroked into Sarah’s wet cunt urgently, as if he and Astrid were in a race to orgasm. Sarah now crazed with need, sucked and licked furiously as she pushed back to meet Bill’s steady thrusts.

“Yesss,” hissed Astrid. And with that, she came with a gush all over Sarah’s face. Released from the grip of Astrid’s legs, Sarah began whimpering loudly as she sought her own release. Bill slammed into her, again and again, grunting each time he bottomed out. His cock banged up painfully against her cervix but Sarah was past the point of caring, she pushed back, urging him deeper and deeper, faster and faster, until he erupted with a strangled cry of release. Sarah could feel the jets of hot cum as he twitched within her. It was suddenly all too much and she came too, with a cry of pleasure.

For awhile, the three of them lay there by the fire, catching their breath. “Well, well, well,” said Astrid, breaking the silence. Sarah heard a dry chuckle behind her. “Well indeed,” laughed Bill. “What a great end to an evening.”

Author’s note: There still more to cum – it’s clear Astrid and Bill have competing interest in Sarah, and what will Ted do when he finds out? Stay tuned. There’s some non-consent/anal in our lovely Sarah’s future. And please, leave feedback. What did you like? What should happen next?

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The weight of your toned body presses against mine as you pin me to the wall. Your hands are gripping my face, keeping it close to yours as we kiss hungrily. Already I can feel your erection rubbing against me and I long to be sat upon it, riding you hard until you come. Just the thought leaves me breathless and I frantically start clawing at your belt, loosening it, desperate to feel your hard dick in my hands again. You let out a moan as I open your jeans to free you and you pause to gasp for breath at my first touch before winding your hand into my hair and pulling my head back opening my chest out. You are grinding against me as I stroke the end of your cock, your teeth sinking into my neck, your tongue running along my collarbone and I can feel myself getting wetter by the second.

Suddenly you pull away and, grabbing me by the hand, drag me into the bedroom and throw me down upon the bed. Dropping your jeans and shedding your t shirt you tear at my clothes, pulling at my trousers and tugging my top over my head until they are in a heap on the floor with yours. Then your body is above me, your lips are back on mine and your tongue is busy exploring my mouth once more. All the time you are grinding your hips to mine, the end of your cock rubbing my clit through our underwear, making me buck beneath you with each jolt it sends through my body. Pulling me up towards you, you unclasp my bra and cast it aside before laying me back down. Once again you start biting at my neck, moving down my chest before reaching altyazılı porno my now exposed breasts. You are being driven by pure lust and you hear me cry out as your fingers pinch just a little too roughly at my nipple. You replace your fingers with your mouth and lightly suck at my nipple to sooth it and you let the other hand pinch more gently at the other one.

My hand is gripping the back of your neck as you pinch and lap at my breasts in turn, my body writhing beneath you with the delicious sensations running between my nipples and clit with every stroke. I want to take you in my mouth, I want to lick and suck at the end of your dick till it drives you wild but you won’t let me. As I try to lift myself you push me back down and, standing up, hook your fingers into the sides of my thong and pull it away from my body. You quickly remove your boxers giving me a full view of your pulsing cock standing proud, waiting to be inside me. I sit up on the bed and start to reach for you but you give me a warning look and I stop. Then you lightly run your own fingers up your shaft, gripping and rubbing as you reach the tip, teasing me, almost daring me to move.

‘You want it don’t you?’ you ask me through panting breath.

‘Please don’t,’ I reply as my eyes widen imploringly.

‘You want it.’ You repeat as your hand starts stroking the whole length. Sliding down, pulling the skin back you know this is killing me and its getting harder for you to keep control.

Letting go you lean towards mobil porno me and, gripping my head in one hand press your lips to my ear.

‘You want to be fucked don’t you?’ you whisper in my ear sending a shiver down my spine.

‘No,’ I begin but you stop me from going any further.

‘Tell me,’ you ask, and then I feel a gentle suck at my ear lobe, a light brush down my neck and over my cheek and suddenly we are face to face. Your eyes are staring straight into mine as you let go of my hair and stand upright again.

‘ Tell me,’ you repeat more forcefully, your hand once again gripping your dick but harder this time.

I pull myself onto my knees and, kneeling on the edge of the bed in front of you, start stroking and kissing my way over your stomach, moving my way up, brushing your nipples briefly, continuing up your chest until I am knelt upright. You don’t stop me. Your eyes are closed now and your breath has deepened as you stand there stroking the end of your straining cock. I put my arms up around your neck and draw your face towards mine, my lips lightly brushing against yours.

‘Fuck me,’ I say, and instantly I see your eyes open. ‘I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock pushing deep inside me over and over again, harder and faster until I’m screaming your name and you spill your cum inside me.’

Your mouth presses hard to mine, sucking, biting at my lips and tongue before you drag me off the bed and push me over the dressing table. Parting my lips you watch sex izle as you slowly nudge the end of your desperate cock into my warm, soaking pussy. I almost cry out as you push your way inside, filling me up, making my legs shake as you are finally inside me. You instantly start pushing hard, all the time watching every stroke as it enters and leaves me, glistening in my juices. You gasp as I arch my back to pull you in deeper and grab hold of my hips to steady yourself. Looking up in the mirror before me I see you bite your lip as you start to move faster and then you are staring straight back at me. With every stroke I see your eyes briefly close, your mouth open as you gasp for breath and as I watch your muscles ripple I long to reach out and touch you.

As you get to the point of losing control you start fucking me real hard and fast. My stomach is tightening, my pussy is contracting and the moans escaping from my mouth are getting louder and more frequent. You watch me in the mirror as you fuck me, you watch my breasts moving back and forth and you see the look in my eyes begging for more, always begging for more. And you will always give me what I want. You keep going as long as possible, holding on until you see the sweat glistening down my back and suddenly you hear me crying your name and it is too much. With a loud moan you let your hot, salty load spill deep inside me, feeling me still pushing back, prolonging your orgasm until you finally pull away and collapse onto the bed.

My legs shaking I stumble over and fall next to you. Leaning one arm over you pull me close to you and kiss me on the forehead before letting go and we both just lay there, not caring about anything else in the world, just trying to catch our breath.

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[[[ LIV ]]]

This shitty club wasn’t worth the time I’d wasted getting here. It hadn’t even taken that long either- just sucked that much.

I’d promised my roommate I would come see her band play, even though her overbearing enthusiasm for togetherness was an incessantly frustrating wet towel on my sex drive. They’d opened and I could probably leave now without causing any tension but seeing her band hadn’t truly ever been the motivation for this excursion.

I swirled the straw in my drink again, glancing down the length of the bar for a willing victim once more but only finding disappointment. I sighed, resigned to unlikely failure and settling in to wait for the show to end so I could go home and try to take the edge off this madness myself I had to do something about the mounting tension and aggression stirring in me. I could give in to the trouble that beckoned, and dance with the danger always tempting me. Trouble I was too happy to make if I couldn’t find it.

Or I could find a willing body to share their bed with me. Either way, a divey music club that straddled the hip side of town and the questionable one seemed like just the answer I’d hoped for and was the only reason I’d agreed to come. To quiet the lust inside me. Violence or sex, I wanted my fill. It usually didn’t matter to me if I spent my energy on a man or a woman as long as they were willing to worship my body the way I craved. But tonight I wanted something specific.

Tonight, I craved a careful balance of danger and sex. Tonight, I needed power and strength.

Tonight, I needed-

I needed the gorgeous man two tables away from the bar who had somehow escaped my notice until now. But now that I was noticing him, I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t figure out how I’d missed him before.

I zeroed in on him. My prey. But this man did not look like prey- he looked like sex.

His leather jacket looked soft and buttery from this distance, smooth and poured for a perfect fit over his broad shoulders and hugging biceps that seemed impossibly defined through the material. The profile of his face was silhouetted in the dim light and though I couldn’t make out his features clearly, his prominent jawline and nose cut elegant shadows into the light around him and I wanted to chase them as they danced across his stubble and dark brow.

I got to my feet, throwing back my drink and my shoulders in one fluid motion, and moved down the bar toward him. He seemed absorbed in his own mind, something brooding and intense in the way he held his full mouth against the rim of his glass as he drank. I watched the slide of amber liquid until it disappeared past wet pink lips. I couldn’t have torn my gaze from the rhythmic way he swallowed if the club was on fire. It wasn’t, but I might be. The burn of him went straight through me like flames, settling in a roiling burn between my thighs that reignited my determination.

“This seat taken?” I asked him, allowing the fire inside me to show in my slow, appreciative assessment of his now-defined features as he met my gaze. Dark, brooding eyes with thick lashes that didn’t miss the way I studied him. Lips so full my mouth practically watered. High cheekbones and a broad nose carved from honey skin and that jaw. The sharpness of it was only muted by a sprinkling of stubble along his chin. He took me in for a moment, curiosity and wariness fighting for dominance in his features for a moment before he shook his head once to indicate it wasn’t. He gestured to the empty chair and I sat without further invitation.

“This band sucks,” I offered bluntly, watching amusement spark in those dark eyes as he smiled vaguely.

“They do,” his voice was deep and melodic, an accent I couldn’t place adding to the flames inside me that turned into a raging wildfire when a wry smile quirked his full lips, “but the next one won’t.”

“Is that so?” I turned to face him fully, making no attempt to disguise the way my gaze travelled over his face and broad chest, pausing briefly on the hint of tattoos at the hem of his tank top. He nodded but didn’t elaborate, just folded his hands together protectively around his mostly empty glass and watched me until my unbreakable confidence began to waver. His gaze didn’t travel my face, or my mostly on display body. The leather leggings I’d chosen were practically painted on and the plain black tank top flowed over my chest like silk. Fitting, since it was silk. I called it my cat suit and it never failed me when I went on the prowl. A choker and black booties with silver studs and chains completed the look, my silvery blonde hair offering contrast to the moody outfit. I was dressed to kill and his laser focus on my face instead of that fact would maybe kill me instead. I waited a beat longer for him to speak before relenting to his silence, “I’m Liv.”

“Colin.”

His name was almost as sexy as he was. Though it appeared he wasn’t an overly talkative dude since we lapsed into silence once more as we both altyazı porno sipped our drinks and listened to the shitty band while I thought about how to break the tension. His large hands dwarfed the glass between them, and I mentally mapped the thick veins that ran across them and up his muscular forearms until they disappeared beneath his pushed-up jacket sleeves. I noted more tattoos peeking there as well.

This man was a treasure map I wanted to memorize. I bit my lip as I imagined doing just that. Committing him to memory with my mouth, my touch.

“Do you wanna dance?” I blurted. I’m not usually much of a dancer but the drive to get my hands on this man ran so deep I didn’t care. Besides, dancing is just fucking with music and clothes on right?

I hoped, at least.

He watched me steadily for a moment, his face still and dark eyes unreadable until I thought he was going to say no. Then he shrugged and got to his feet, smiling the first real smile I’d seen from him yet. We danced a few feet apart for the last couple of songs and when the shitty band finally left the stage, I offered to get us a drink. A flicker of surprise crossed his face and he nodded, leaning close to my ear to say, “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

I ordered us each a shot of top shelf scotch, guessing that was the amber liquid in his glass when I’d first approached him. I took a deep breath and nodded a thanks to the bartender, collecting my rampant lust and nerves before returning to Colin on the dance floor.

[[[ COLIN ]]]

I was pleasantly surprised and relieved when Liv offered to get us drinks. Rare was the woman who didn’t wait around for me to make the move but it didn’t seem that this one had the word wait in her vocabulary at all.

She’d approached my table with a fiery confidence nearly as irresistible as the ass that I watched sway with every step as she walked toward the bar. I’d come to this club alone, and planned to leave that way. But I saw the way she was watching me. Like I was something to be devoured, and she was starving.

Lust screamed from every pour and I was drunk on it from the moment she opened that pretty mouth of hers, her voice liquefying my thoughts and hardening my dick in an instant. I wasn’t going home alone if she had anything to say about it and every cell in my body seemed to enthusiastically believe that she did.

“Here you go,” her silky voice pulled me out of the thoughts I was drowning in and I turned to see her beside me, a glass of something dark in her outstretched hand.

Her delicate fingers were manicured with something sharp and black. In fact, most of her attire was sharp and black. It took a whole lot of restraint to keep my eyes focused on her face instead of the dangerous curves of her body in those painted on pants she wore and the deep v of her top that somehow managed to fit well but still shift enticingly over her form as she moved. Her outfit implied sex, but her vivid blue eyes practically screamed it. They weren’t blue like oceans, or the sky or any of that bullshit. They were blue like that impossibly hot depth of flame that would burn you so thoroughly you’d be numb to the pain until it consumed you. I wanted to bathe in her fire. Everything about this woman brought out the beast in me and so far I’d kept my distance, reigning in the compulsion to grab her and pull her hips against mine. To drop the mask of collected gentleman and force her to feel what she was doing to me.

“Thanks,” I told her, my voice dropping into a near growl I hoped she didn’t notice. I took the glass and a tentative sip, brows raising in surprise at the taste of good scotch that hit my tongue, emboldening me in the best and worst ways as it slid down my throat. I swallowed, watching her watch me. It filled me some sick sense of pride and power at the way her pupils dilated and she sucked her full, glossy lip between her teeth.

I lowered my glass and she raised hers, downing the whole thing in one long gulp that had her throat working in a way that made my loose gray slacks feel suffocating.

Jesus.

She set the glass down on the nearest table gingerly as the next band- my band- started up on stage. It’d be a minute before they were looking for me. I only had a minute to do something and ensure she’d still be there when we came off stage in 30 minutes.

Baptism by fire, I decided. Liv’s fire. I took a step toward her and I dropped the pretense of my broody and calm demeanor. I put my hand on her waist and paused, but I didn’t have to wait long before her hands came to my shoulders and she came up on her tip toes, bringing her mouth closer to mine as my head angled down, moving of its own accord.

That first touch of our lips sent the whole world up in flames. My skin ignited, the hand at her waist gripping her firmly until our hips touched and I was certain she could feel me there. The other cupped the back of her head, fingers spread against amatör porno her scalp and tightening as she opened her mouth and slid her tongue into mine. She nipped at my lip, and my head swirled with the wanting pleasure of it. I tightened my hand, tugging her hair at the root until she moaned into my mouth, pressing closer to me and fisting her hands against my chest inside my jacket.

“Colin, ya look busy. Are we interrupting something?” my band mates’s voice over the PA doused the flames as quickly as they’d consumed me and I pulled away from Liv reluctantly, a sheepish cast to my triumphant gaze as I flicked it from her to the stage. He smiled wryly, dimples flashing and rolled his eyes with dramatic flair for the small crowd, “Well? We’re waiting.”

“I’ve got something to take care of,” I told her in a low voice against her ear without releasing her hair, “but meet me at the bar 5 minutes after stage, okay?”

She nodded, something predatory glinting in her gaze that threatened to reignite the fire that I needed to remain calm for now. But I wouldn’t forget that look and I hoped she’d be there to meet me after the show.

I kissed her once, hard and rough against her lips before releasing her and walking through the parting crowd without a backward glance. When I hit the stage, I couldn’t see her but I could’ve sworn I felt her eyes on me.

_______

I think I probably deserved an award for making it through that set without losing focus or my dick getting hard again thinking about what was going to happen after I was done. Usually, music was the pinnacle of my life and my energy.

Tonight, Liv would be. I’d never wanted to fuck someone so badly, and I was fairly certain she wanted me to fuck her just as badly.

I made it to the bar in three minutes, and she was there. The relief washed through me for a brief moment but was swept away in the tidal wave of lust. Another glass of scotch, another blood scorching smile. Cherry red glossed lips turned up into a devilish smile and blue eyes flashing.

“Well, you were right,” she mused in that silky teasing voice of hers.

“Hm?” I asked, barely focusing on her words for the way the shape of her lips consumed my thoughts. I wanted them against mine. I wanted them all over me. I wanted to see them wrapped around my dick, wet and swollen from the pressure.

“The next band didn’t suck,” she clarified.

“Oh, right. Nope. Thanks,” I tried to find the right thing to say and hoped one of those was it. It would have to be, because my patience had run out and I leaned toward her to close the minimal space between us until our lips met. This kiss wasn’t tentative in the least as the hunger consumed us both in an instant. Her hand curled around the back of my neck, seemingly unphased by the slick of sweat from stage as she used her grip to pull our bodies flush until her tits were crushed against my chest and it was me moaning into her mouth this time.

I felt her smile against my lips, her tongue enticing mine into a war I felt certain I would lose. Again, I felt the sharp sting of her teeth tugging my lip as she pulled back slightly, looking up at me through her thick lashes.

“Your place or mine?” she asked, not wasting any time on pretense as her other hand dropped to the front of my slacks and settled against the sizeable bulge there with a squeeze.

“Mine,” I growled, impatient and betting my hotel was closer.

She released me, leaning back with a triumphant grin to look at me properly, “Good answer. I have a roommate and a shit supply of condoms.”

I smiled back, finding her hand with mine and leading her out of the club toward a waiting car. I don’t know who it was waiting for but they could find another one because if I didn’t get her in private soon, I was going to tear her clothes off in the damned street.

[[[ LIV ]]]

He took me to a swanky hotel that was only like fifteen minutes away, but I was pretty certain it was the longest fifteen minutes of my life.

I’d been thoroughly shocked when he grabbed me and kissed me, and even more so when he’d been called on to stage to perform with the band he’d assured me wouldn’t suck. And perform he did. The man was a god as his fingers played over the strings of his bass so rapidly they were a blur at times. He never lost time, and he never stopped looking entirely fuckable as he played with that half smirk and his brow pulled together with focus.

We stumbled out of the cab, drunk on scotch and barely contained lust as he practically dragged me through the hotel. Into the elevator where we kissed, a repeat of the kiss at the bar that was all tongues, tugging hands and expert nips until we spilled out into the hall. He barely shut the door to his room before he whirled around, pressing me against it and himself against me so firmly that I couldn’t take a full breath.

I didn’t need to breathe. All I needed was for him to keep kissing me, animasyon porno to keep feeling him- to feel more of him. I tugged mindlessly at the shoulders of his jacket as he kissed along my jaw and I whimpered something unintelligible when he hit that sweet spot just above my pulse. He shrugged out of it and my hands found bare skin, hot and smooth over ropy muscles. I sighed something content and anticipating as I dropped my head to trail kisses across his throat and shoulder while he continued to work toward my chest. With a quick glance at his face, I nipped his collar bone with a bit of force, then licked the spot to soothe the sting of my teeth even though he didn’t react beyond sucking a bit harder at the top swell of my breast.

I did it again. This time, though, his eyes flew open. Molten shadows stared back at me with deliberate and barely contained lust as he took the low cut hem of my top between his teeth and tugged it upward toward my face until I helped him, discarding it somewhere that wasn’t as inconvenient.

He groaned at this realization before his mouth dropped back to my breast, taking one sensitive nipple in his mouth and swirling his hot tongue against it until I made a desperate needy sound. His hand at my thigh pulled me closer and I obliged, hooking my legs around his waist and letting him support me as he continued to suck and kiss my nipples until I’m a writhing mess.

He grinned up at me, triumphant as I bucked my hips against his and he pulled away, wet mouth so enticing it stole my breath.

“Please,” I told him, tugging at his shirt and the waist of his pants simultaneously. He let me tug the shirt off but it wasn’t enough. I was desperate for him to get the hell out of his clothes and keep touching me. His hand went to his belt and I dropped my legs to the floor, supporting my own weight so he can get naked. But when his pants fall, so did he. On his knees in front of me, Colin tugged my leather leggings down my thighs with purpose, his hot gaze flickering between watching me and watching the skin he’s revealing. His eyes glowed with lust and excitement, like he was unwrapping his most desired gift on Christmas morning.

And when he tugged them off my legs and wasted no time putting that talented mouth against my slick folds, I certainly wasn’t complaining about being unwrapped like a damned present. He pressed the flat of his tongue against me, applying pressure evenly until he reached my clit and he swirled his tongue there, sucking and nipping until I yelped sharply, the pain melting into pleasure as he flicked his tongue over the sting of it to soothe me. The apparent king of pleasure, he wasted no time in bringing his hand up to join his efforts as he pressed two fingers into me, filling me so suddenly that I gasped and rolled my hips to meet him and welcome the intrusion.

“Colin,” I gasped, “Oh, fuck.”

“It’s coming. And so are you,” he said teasingly, the words spoken against my sensitive clit as he drove a third finger into me and curled them, hitting all the right spots in a fluid motion so that he wasn’t lying because I’m coming. The world imploded around me, stars and music and incredible blinding pleasure as I chanted his name into oblivion.

When I returned to earth, he stood in front of me, his formidable erection tenting the briefs he was still wearing. But that and his smirk are all that remain and I blinked my eyes slowly, nodding to his crotch, “I’m naked and you’re not. This seems unfair.”

His cocky smile only grew as he hooked his thumbs into his briefs and dropped them, thick cock popping free as my eyes bulged.,

“Oh shit,” I whispered with a mix of reverence and horror. I couldn’t wait to be impaled by it, but also it might literally impale me because he’s so thick and hard I wasn’t even sure it’d fit.

He took a step toward me, and I took one toward him, closing the space and trapping the formidable python he carried around with him between us, against my belly as we kissed again. His mouth was still slick with my pleasure and I could taste myself on his tongue, a heady and erotic reminder of what he’d just done for me. TO me.

I walked him backward, toward the bed until his knees hit it and I kept going as he fell back until I was straddling his hips. My hand hovered for just a moment before I found his length, taking the heat of it in a light grip just below the head and twisting my wrist to increase the friction and sensation at once. He groaned this time, head going back in bliss as his eyes closed. I feel drunk on the power of giving this man pleasure and I took the chance to study the map of tattoos I’d wanted to lick earlier in the bar.

I licked them. One by one, I trailed my tongue over the tattoos on his chest and arms, following each series of small kisses with nips and sucks that would leave marks if I wasn’t careful. I wasn’t sure how careful I wanted to be. Marking this man up, making him weak, seemed like the best idea I’d ever had in this moment.

But he’d had enough of the games I was playing, and his hands found my hips, a condom appearing in his hand that I hadn’t seen him grab. With one hand he rolled it down his length, and with the other, he encouraged me to lift my hips until I could sink down on him.

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It had been a rough week at work, and he was glad to get back home to relax. He had just walked in the door when he heard the phone ringing. He sighed when whoever it was hung up when he answered. He walked back to his bedroom to undress and crash for the night and was startled at what he saw. Standing at the foot of his bed with her hands on her hips was a girl. She was wearing a strapless black corset, low-rise black panties, and thigh-high black hose held up by black garters that matched her black high heels. Her shiny dark hair was long and soft around her face; her dark eyes sparkled. The only color to be found was her bright red lipstick and matching nail polish.

He stood in the doorway for a moment, unable to move. How did she get in here? he thought. The slight worry he was feeling soon left him when he stopped wondering how and started wondering why she was here. She was obviously there for a purpose and the way she was dressed…he had to admit it turned him on a little. As he walked towards the bed to sit she circled him so they faced, keeping eye contact at all times. He sat on the end of the bed with his legs hanging off and waited to find out why she was there. He was too shocked to speak, and could only smile nervously.

They stared for a moment, taking each other in. He was cute, and had an almost boyish charm to him. He oozed sexuality that most people failed to notice. In fact, even he was unaware of it, which made him even sexier.

She slowly walked the few steps to him and simply stood in front of him, close, but not close enough to be touching. He could feel a stirring low in his body as she stood so close to him. She leaned down and he thought she was going to whisper something in his ear, but instead she slowly liseli porno licked the side of his face. A gasp escaped his lips and she kissed his cheek leaving a red lip print.

Without words, she made him lie back on the bed and she crawled over him. Her knees were tight on either side of his hips and he was very aware of the little space between their bodies. Their eyes met and they both smiled, a special smile as if they were sharing a secret joke. She leaned down and kissed him, so soft and tender at first, but building with intensity. She pressed her body against his as they kissed. The feel of her body against his made him moan into her mouth and he ran his fingers through her hair. She kissed him harder and sucked his tongue, slowly grinding her pussy over his still clothed cock. He slid his hands down her back, caressing gently, then down to cup her ass and try to get her to grind harder. This action made her break the kiss and stop grinding. His eyes were pleading and he let out a small whimper. She just smiled at him, licking his lipstick smeared lips, and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Her mouth lingered over every inch of flesh as she removed his clothes. She covered his chest in soft kisses and sensually licked down his stomach. She took her time and made every move deliberate. She slid her hands over the front of his hips, licking along the waistband of his pants, and gently kissed his hardening cock through the material. She looked up at him while her hands caressed his chest and he stared back at her with lust-filled eyes.

She kissed his lips hungrily, fucking his mouth slowly with her tongue. She could feel him growing underneath her and she couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. She broke mobil porno the kiss, biting his lip and began nibbling and sucking his neck, slowly licking back up. As she sucked his neck, she played with his zipper, running her finger up and down the metal, making him moan.

She undid his pants and slowly, excruciatingly, slid them down his legs. His cock was rock hard beneath the thin cloth of his boxers. She gently kissed his hardness though the thin material, causing him to gasp and shiver. She very lightly licked his cock, leaving a small wet spot on his boxers, while her hands slid up his legs to massage his hips and thighs under the material. She finally removed the last bit of his clothing, and smiled at the sight of him completely naked before her. She lowered her face to his hardness, but instead of licking his cock, she lightly licked along the crease of his leg and up to his hip where she nibbled gently.

He moaned in need, but she wasn’t about to have this end so quickly. She alternated licking and kissing each thigh, scratching her nails gently down his chest. His cock throbbed against her cheek. Slowly and softly she licked all around his cock, a low moan escaping his lips.

She licked and sucked the base of his cock, her mouth moving up, her lips brushing the skin just barely. She licked the tip of his cock in slow, wide strokes before circling it with her wet tongue. He bucked his hips and she pulled back slightly, just licking his cock with the tip of her tongue. His eyes begged with her to let him cum. She slowly sucked his cock into her hot mouth; he moaned with every inch. She held him in her mouth for a moment before licking back up. She went back and forth deep throating him and just öğrenci porno licking and sucking the tip for what seemed like an eternity to him. She eventually found a rhythm sucking him, her tongue circling around. He bucked his hips, fucking her mouth, moaning loudly as he came in her throat. She gently cleaned off his cock with her tongue and caressed his sides while he recovered.

Once his breathing evened, he reached for her. She shook her head and smiled a mischievous smile. She stood up, unhooked the garters, and slid the panties down to reveal her shaved, and very wet, pussy. She sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and spread her legs, his eyes fixed on her wetness. She slid her fingers over her wet pussy lips, occasionally going a bit deeper to rub her hot slit. Slowly, she slid two fingers into her tight pussy, breathing heavily. She watched him as she fingered herself. It made her even hornier knowing he was watching her so intently. Her eyes met his, and she bit her lip, moaning as she rubbed her clit. She ground her hips against her hand, rubbing frantically.

She closed her eyes, moaning as she felt her orgasm build. Suddenly he was on top of her, his hard cock filling her pussy. She screamed as her orgasm exploded through her, his cock sliding in and out of her wetness, hitting her g-spot. She came over and over as he drove his cock into her harder and deeper each time. She came one last time as his cum filled her; both of them panting and making sounds too primal to be called moans. He kissed her passionately and they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined.

He woke up late the next morning, still tired. He had had the hottest dream last night, and didn’t want to wake up from it. He stumbled sleepily to the bathroom to shower, when he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. Staring back at him was his usual disheveled morning self, but with smeared red lipstick on his lips and a perfect lip print on his cheek. He smiled when he realized it wasn’t a dream after all…

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After having heard and physically witnessed his and Chitra’s interludes, where they fucked and enjoyed, her sister Chitra noticed him one afternoon at the market, while she was shopping for groceries. One look at him and her body blazed with lust. He walked like a panther, his muscles rippling smoothly under his tight T-shirt and jeans. When he left the market, she followed him back to the building. She watched him go inside and waited in her car. Her body was hot with lust as she gazed at his window, trying to picture his body and him fucking her demonically, stroking powerfully in and out of her flesh like he had ripped her sister.

For an entire week, she tailed him from the market, wondering how to get into the flat and his bed. She toyed with the idea of using the direct approach – going up, ringing the bell and offering herself to him. The more she studied him, the more she wanted him.

Fantasizing, she masturbated with her hand between her legs.

A week after she first saw him, she was sitting in her car, just slipping into a particularly erotic fantasy of him sodomising her, when she felt a hand on her shoulder and heard his voice. He was *in* the car, in the back-seat, his lips very close to her ear.

“Hi, what are looking for me?” he hissed softly. “What do you want from me?”

Chitra stifled a scream of surprise. She flicked a glance at him in the rear-view mirror. His face was dark and tense. He reached forward and flicked open her door and shoved her out. Before she could regain her balance, he was behind her, twisting her arm behind her back, he told her to go back home and not chase him.

“Who are you?” he snarled. “What the fuck do you want? Why’re you following me? Are you with the cops or are you a friend of Reshma?”

A long, muscular arm shot out and grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall. Chitra cried out. The sharp point of the fingers pressed to her chin. Chitra froze, her eyes wide with fear. Ratan’s face was very close to hers, his breath hot on her face. The hand point slipped lower, to her throat. Chitra went cold.

Ratan’s eyes bored into hers, and she seemed to see a glint of excitement deep within.

She left the place immediately and went straight to Shanti – and sobbed and sobbed.

Shanti had no idea that her 4 years younger sister wanted sex with Ratan so badly though she was fairly aware of the libido issues with the husband and the escapades Chitra indulged in – including the one with their eldest brother in law Suresh who sodomized both of them when they were still in college – at 23 and 19.

“I will speak to him – and you should have told me” Shanti was steel in her response.

After a few days while at work Chitra got a call at her work – the voice was very sweet and it was pleading cajoling willing and extremely apologetic – it was Ratan, he got the message and wanted to mend his ways – and did not want to lose the opportunity –Chitra was equally a very sexy woman and he could still feel and smell the woman – she was pure sex.

The next evening Shanti informed Chitra to prepare a nice dinner at home – Ratan will be there, Chitra was worried, Ram would be at home, ” So what, I am getting Sridhar and we will sozzle them with booze both cuckolds whose pricks won’t rise for anything.”

The next evening Chitra returned home at around 7 pm, she was wearing red black polka saree and a black blouse with a pink bra inside and a laced white panty – she had no intention of removing it till the man of her day tonight tears them off and fucks her silly – she was completely aroused and was leaking even through the asshole.

They came just before Ramesh returned and Sridhar had his XXX rum along – Chitra quickly made pakodas and peanut masala for them and the two got engrossed in their talk and gossip and chat and were lost – and she went into the kitchen and got into cooking when Ratan came – he greeted and was reciprocated by both of them – sat with them for a while and slowly got into an eye contact with Shanti who signaled him to sneak into the kitchen which he did – and lo behold the love birds saw each other – she was sweating in front of the cooking hd abla grill – he offered his handkerchief – and she looked at him – he ran it across her forehead and slowly slid to her neck – it was long and extremely sexy – soft and smooth and very long – sweaty – “Your neck is very beautiful”

“Yes – I know – many have told me and love to suck me there “

This startled Ratan and hands went to her backside and started kneading the buttocks and slowly inserted his hand into the crevice and tried reaching her hole- the asshole. The other hand started to knead her boobs both at the same time – and oblivious that in the living room were people who were her husband and others.

“OK –guys, if you are hot enough – why don’t you sneak to the terrace, Chitra it is ready.” Shanti quipped and asked them to leave immediately.

On the terrace Chitra teased him for a while before submitting to him and lust was raging between her legs – she needed his prick quickly.

She swayed sideways close to the thatched grass bed laid by Shanti for the fuck and flicked the *pallu* of her *sari* off her left shoulder. Her blouse was tight, cut high and short, its neck wide and low, deeply scooped: her breasts bulged in its confines, squeezed together in an enticing cleavage. The lower hem ran hard under her breasts, which jutted out like succulent fruit. Her long *mangalsutra* dangled around her neck, the twin strands nestling between her breasts, the amulet on her belly.

Ratan dragged the point of his finger down her cleavage to the neck of her blouse. He paused. Chitra tensed. He increased the pressure. The nails sliced through her tight blouse. It fell open.

Chitra was naked but for the pink which under it which he removed immediately.

Ratan’s eyes glittered at the sight of her naked breasts. Gently, he used the point of the nail to lift the blouse off her breasts, moved it gently over her nipples and breasts. Despite the danger of her situation, Chitra felt a frisson of lust and her nipples blossomed in excitement. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes in tension. For a few seconds, Ratan toyed with her breasts, running the finger nail tenderly around her aureoles and nipples, through her cleavage. He was obviously very expert; he did not nick her even once.

Chitra grew hot with lust and her nipples throbbed in excitement. Ratan moved closer and she gasped softly as she felt his tongue and lips at her ear, the finger nail sliding down her belly. He paused and then, with a deft flick, cut through her *sari* and petticoat. She wore flimsy panties and when the clothes rustled to her feet, she was completely naked. The finger nail slipped to her crotch. Chitra froze as she felt the cold finger at her cunt-lips.

Then there was a soft click and the pressure of the finger nail vanished. He cupped her breasts in both hands and swirled his tongue through her earlobe, pressing his crotch to hers. Chitra felt a wave of relief crash over her. Instinctively, she wound her arms around his neck. “So that’s it,” Ratan chuckled softly. “You’re chasing my cockmeat.”

Chitra opened her eyes and looked at him. He was devilishly sexy. He was wearing a sleeveless vest and tight jeans. She slid her hands up his incredibly muscular torso, caressing its magnificent contours.

“Yes,” she whispered. “That’s what I want. Ever since I saw you at the market last week, that’s what I’ve wanted.”

“What’s your name?”

“Chitra.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

“Thank you. What do they call you?”

He grinned, his dark eyes twinkling. “Ratan.”

Chitra smiled. “Hi, Ratan.”

She slid her hands under his vest, rucking it up under his arms, and bent forward to lick his nipple. His hand slid down her belly to her crotch. His fingers came away wet. He moved them to her face and she kissed and licked them sensuously, tasting her cunt-juice. Her fingers slipped to his jeans and she unclasped them, unzipped his fly and slid one hand into his crotch. Her fingers closed around the enormity of his penis.

Oh god,” she moaned. “Oh god yes, I want your cock, Ratan … c’mon, Ratan … fuck me … please … I want you hentai porno to fuck me …”

Groaning deliriously, Chitra slid to her knees before Ratan and buried her face in his crotch. For the next three hours, Chitra was fucked and fucked and fucked, relentlessly and repeatedly in the thatched grass.

He fucked her in every orifice, in her mouth, in her cunt, in her ass, and then he started all over. He was untiring, and alternated at will between a violent, demanding rhythm, plunging greedily into her flesh, ramming and reaming into her so that her slender, lissom body tossed and jerked and thrashed uncontrollably under his, to a gentle, rocking, sawing motion that made her dizzy with pleasure. She came repeatedly and each orgasm left her thirsting for another.

Ratan came again and again in copious floods, astonishing her with his powers of recovery and stamina.

Finally sated, they lay in the grass on sheets damp with sweat and sex. She was on her side and he lay behind her, like two saucers drying in dish-rack. He pressed his cock to her buttocks and she murmured softly and squirmed her ass against his crotch, stretching a hand to his groin. He cupped her breast, twined his fingers in her *mangalsutra* and rasped the cold metal over her nipple.

Chitra shuddered in excitement as her nipple popped erect. “You’re one hot cunt,” he murmured, nuzzling the nape of her nape, tonguing her ear.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “You’re quite a stud yourself.”

“I know. You’re married, aren’t you?”

“Yes. A few months ago.”

“Are you unhappy in your marriage?”

“On the contrary. It’s wonderful.”

“Then … why …”

“I know. It’s a bit confusing, and it’s a long story.”

“We have time.”

“Not enough. And I want to know about you.”

“That’s a long story, too.”

“I insist.”

“Ladies first.”

“Exactly. So my demand is answered first.”

Ratan laughed and cupped her breasts. His penis had hardened again and she moaned softly as he pressed it to her buttocks.

“C’mon bitch … on your front … I want to fuck you again.”

Chitra smiled over her shoulder as she turned on her front, lifting her buttocks to him, offering him her anus without hesitation.

“Want my ass instead?”

For a moment, Ratan hesitated, tempted by the sight of her winking anus as she shuffled her knees apart and, reached back, spread her buttocks open for his pleasure.

“You really like butt-fucking me don’t you?” she said.

“Yeh. You’ve a nice, hot, tight ass and it doesn’t hurt you.”

Mm. I like being butt-fucked. And I like that in a guy …”

“What?”

“When he cares whether I’m hurting or not.”

“I always care about my women. Fucking them is what I live for.”

“Lucky us.”

He laughed. “Come on, bitch … in your cunt now … I’ll fuck your ass later.”

Chitra murmured in assent and released her buttocks. Reaching between her legs, leaning on one forearm, she parted her cunt-lips with her first two fingers forming a wide V. Her lover pressed his cock-head to her cunt-lips.

“Slowly … push it in slowly lover … let me feel it go in all the way … OHHH yes! Oh fuck yes! Ohhhhh yes baby yes! That’s it ohhh that’s so good … do it Ratan … fuck me! Fuck my slit, baby … fuck me!”

Kneeling behind her, holding her hips with one hand and his shaft with the other, Ratan squeezed his cock-head into her cunt. He groaned as her cunt convulsed and contracted powerfully on his penis. He flexed his buttocks and slid his hips slowly forward, savoring the exquisite heat and wetness and tension of her cunt. His cock rasped between her fingers and plowed into her flesh. Chitra moaned thickly, her head bowed, her breasts hot, swollen and pendulous, as the enormous cock tunneled deeper and deeper into her belly. In and in it went, enormous, hot, hard, throbbing its desire. Chitra groaned and swirled her hips erotically, grinding and writhing them against his. When his balls pressed against her cunt-lips, she squeezed them eagerly, moaning her pleasure. Ratan groaned, his penis throbbing in her clonic cunt and, his buttocks flexed taut, kızıl porno ground his hips in tight, circular motions. His penis churned her cunt-flesh, mashing her swollen clitoris.

Chitra shuddered in pleasure and her head arched, her face suffused with pleasure.

“Now,” she groaned. “Fuck me slowly Ratan … fuck me slowly.”

Holding her hips, gasping and panting softly, the muscular Ratan began to fuck her with slow, grinding thrusts. Chitra gasped and moaned thickly, jerking and rocking on her forearms and knees under him. Her breasts and long *mangalsutra* swung back and forth as they moved. Ratan moved steadily and unhurriedly, pushing his cock in and out of her cunt, squeezing it in as far as he could. Sliding his hands up her body, he cupped and squeezed her hot, heavy breasts. Chitra writhed in pleasure against him. Fucking her for the umpteenth time that night, Ratan told her about his brush with the law his divorce and the fact that he was a criminal, wanted and on the only excited her further. She begged him for the details.

“Reshma Chowdhury was my wife and before that used to come to the same Gym as me in Bangalore and randy as hell,” he told her. “I used to go to her house to take tuitions from her old man. He was the dean of the college and my English was not very good. He was often late coming from college and there was nobody else at home. His wife – her mother – had died, and her brother is abroad, and the servants are only part-time. She was fucking good-looking – not as pretty as you, but pretty anyway and real sexy. Had this fire in her cunt. The first time, she just looked at me in this hungry way she had.

The same the next time, and the time after that. Then we got talking and she began to sit down and chat while we waited for her dad. Easy bitch … take it easy … yeh … slow down, whore … yeh … ohhh fuck yes …”

“Do it, Ratan … fuck me … what happened then?”

“Yeah. Fuck, your cunt is hot, babe …”

“Just … just don’t stop baby … just keep fucking me ohhh yes… shove it in slowly lover … ahhhhh yes … ohmayes ohhh god yes!”

“Yeh … so one day, I was waiting as usual and she called me into her room, and I went in and she was stark naked and frigging on her bed, using a cucumber or something. No way I could refuse and I fucked her like crazy, ramming and reaming into her cunt and making her scream and cry out like a mad woman. She wanted more and more and more. After that, I got to her place earlier and earlier and we fucked and fucked like mad.”

“And then?”

“We hadn’t fucked like for a week or something and both of us were on the boil and we got going within seconds, right there at the dining table. She stood on the floor and I fucked her from behind and I was fucking her real nice and hard like she liked to be fucked when the old man came in – just my luck he got out early that day.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah. Real shit. He hit the ceiling and I got the hell out of there while he was calling the cops. I was lucky Reshma was already 19 by that time and she bailed me out and told her father to lay off- and we continued our affair but then I did not see much of sex in her – and a time came when though we were married and had children it did not work out and wanted to split – her father and Reshma did not take it lightly and acrimony broke out – though divorce is through thanks to Shanti – they are after my life..”

Chitra giggled. “Now that you get here – fuck me in all my holes.”

“Yeah. That’s good.”

“Mm. Now c’mon Ratan … take me … hard now … fuck me hard … ohhhhh fuck yes! OHHHH yes … ram it in baby oh Ratan-Ratan-Ratan-Ratan yes Ohh god yes!”

They fucked hungrily and repeatedly and, finally, at her insistence, all together, in her cunt and mouth and ass.

Later that night, twinkle in her eye and, laughing, he grabbed her, bent her over on of the dry grass, lifted her naked buttocks and, moistening his fingers with his spittle and lubricating her anus, sodomised her thoroughly.

Chitra loved every minute of it. She knew she was running a risk. She still had not had her fill of the Ratan, and she had no intention of losing him.

The next episode will detail the night post dinner when Shanti will also join the duo on the terrace and the trio will go sweaty fully naked and Ratan will sodomize both the sisters till the wee hours of the next morning. Stay tuned.

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Cheral had made her emotional connection with Sneddy some time ago and now she had the sex to go with it! “This could be the beginning of something special.” she said as she nestled into Sneddy’s hairy chest.

“Yes” he replied, thankful that at last he might just be allowed to sleep a while.

But it was not to be…

Sneddy was tired; dog tired like an ill-informed Labrador that’s run a marathon. Sneddy didn’t feel he could rise to the occasion again. But then from nowhere came an awakening; still exhausted but nonetheless willing and maybe even able.

Cheral lay spooning against Sneddy, sated from their love making but Sneddy wasn’t about to let it go at that. Slowly he reached across to cup her breasts. Gently massaging her nipples between his fingers Sneddy’s erection began to show a glimmer of hope! Sneddy loved to gently twist and rub Cheral’s nipples, to feel them respond to his touch and to sense their firmness; the crowning glory of her magnificent tits. From the outset Sneddy had been aware of Cheral’s breasts; it was hard to ignore them! He noticed them on their first date and imagined how they would feel. Their weight in his hands, the nipples pert and full, and their shape once released from the restraint of her bra.

Cheral was a woman who wanted sex a lot and was not bashful about saying what she wanted and when she wanted it. It was one of the things Sneddy truly enjoyed about their relationship; he didn’t have to second guess whether she was in the mood or not, he didn’t have to feel bad about wanting sex as often as he liked because she would gladly handle all he had to offer travesti porno and more! What’s more there was no doubting she was ready for more right now.

Cheral responded by rolling to face Sneddy, her loins still warm from her own juices intermingled with his. “I’ll hop in the shower.” she said.

But Sneddy had other ideas. By now his erection was growing to serviceable proportions. He wanted to enter his lover again but this time he was determined to have things his way. Gently, but firmly pushing Cheral onto her back he moved to prepare her sweet pussy with his tongue. She gasped lightly, a little in surprise, a little in pleasure. Sneddy ran his fingers gently over the skin of her inner thigh.

“That gives me a tingle all the way up my spine.” Cheral whispered as she let out a barely audible moan of pleasure.

This time Sneddy was determined to make quite certain Cheral was satisfied. His earlier efforts had been marred only by his early arrival and he was determined his cock would not let him down this time. Kneeling between her thighs Sneddy took in the look from her sparkling blue eyes and continued his visual exploration of her body. Caressing her with his eyes he wandered slowly past her dimpled cheeks and centred on her oh so inviting lips. It was her smile that had first attracted him; Cheral had a Mona Lisa smile that said “There’s a naughty streak a mile wide beneath this smile.” Sneddy had not been disappointed.

Aware, owing to his tiredness, that his erection was fragile Sneddy moved to turn Cheral over so that she lay face down on the bed. Sneddy alt yazılı porno lifted her hips from the bed, she knew what was coming; there’s nothing subtle about doggy-style. But Sneddy had a trick or two up his sleeve. Grasping her arse he descended on her, gently but firmly parting her labia with his tongue and gently nibbling and stroking her pussy with his lips. Then Sneddy pushed deeper with his tongue readying her for what was to come.

Still wet with their combined juices and eager, having been teased back into life by Sneddy’s tongue, Cheral seemed ready for a good, old fashioned doggy-style fuck. Holding his cock so that the head could just tease apart her lips Sneddy began to penetrate Cheral for the second time. Entering her just far enough for him to feel her moist lips pass over the head of his cock; each slow thrust a measured, deliberate act of penetration that sent an erotic high coursing through his body. Gathering momentum Sneddy thrust a little deeper feeling his foreskin pulled back as he entered her. Cheral responded to Sneddy’s thrusts, her arms folded above her head she pushed against the mattress, her arse lifted and pushed back towards Sneddy’s thrusting cock. God she felt good!

“Slow down honey.” Cheral appealed.

Slowing his pace Sneddy concentrated his mind on his senses, on the feelings he experienced as his cock slid in and out of Cheral’s silky passage. He could feel her lips engulf his cock then release him as he pulled out. The sense of oneness with her was palpable. He reached round beneath her and cradled her breasts in üvey baba porno his hands, feeling her nipples harden to his touch. But he had to stop. If he continued for just a few more moments he would surely come and he was not ready to let her off the hook that easily! Sneddy withdrew and quickly rolled Cheral over onto her back. Briefly glancing into her sparkling eyes Sneddy took aim at her dripping pussy. He buried his head between her thighs and once again tasted the sweetness of her juices. Teasing her with his tongue Sneddy moved to cover her clitoral hood with his mouth. Then Sneddy began to suck; gently and rhythmically he sucked her into his mouth. Pausing only to gasp for breath Sneddy watched Cheral massaging her breasts as he sucked and his erection grew stronger. He could feel the movement of her moving back and forth as he gently sucked her. Cheral’s head squirmed from side to side and she groaned as she experienced the sensation of her ‘foreskin’ moving over her clitoris.

“I’m going to come!” Cheral exclaimed.

“Not yet, you’re not.” Sneddy said as he moved up her body and pulled her into him.

Sneddy entered her quickly, desperately. It had taken all his restraint not to simply fuck her for all he was worth earlier but now there was no holding back. Cheral was ready and he couldn’t wait any longer. Thrusting back and forth Sneddy didn’t last long but it was long enough. As he pumped his sperm deep inside her he heard Cheral cry out, she seemed to shudder as her cry turned to laughter. Sneddy held onto her as though his life depended upon it, pulling her close to his chest as his erection, exhausted, finally relaxed inside her.

Snuggled together, her head resting against his chest a thought flew through Cheral’s mind. Only for an instant but it had registered; he’s not a dud root. She smiled to herself and kissed his chest as she drifted into a satisfied sleep.

Sneddy slept.

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The evening sky was beautiful. Shades of orange and pink, splashes of vibrant color lined the horizon while wisps of bluish clouds started moving in. A signal that the day was ending and night would be here soon. She had been sitting outside for what appeared to be hours, just watching and being in awe of nature at its best. Her day had been long, work pressures mounting, phones ringing, loud voices…she just wanted to be alone. She treasured a few moments of quiet, so very unfamiliar to her. Deciding to take a walk before going back to her car, her mind wandered, where it had been wandering constantly since last weekend. She started thinking about him again. She just couldn’t she get him out of her mind.

She met him by chance, if there is such a thing, at a mutual friend’s house. She had been invited to a “break in the summer” get together, and she accepted the invitation graciously. It was a beautiful evening and she looked forward to just being outside even though she wouldn’t know many people there. Arriving at 6:00, she was greeted with a glass of white wine, hugs and kisses from the hostess, and her eyes beginning to scan the large patio for a few familiar faces. That’s when she noticed him, standing by the bar. She stopped scanning and almost felt herself start to stare, His sandy blonde hair falling just to the collar of his crisp white shirt, tucked into some very nice fitting jeans, she thought he was beautiful. Realizing she was probably staring, she quickly looked down but it was too late, he had felt her gaze and was now looking right back at her with the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen. Shy by nature, she felt all flustered and wanting to get away from where she was standing, wondering where she could find a place to hide until her flushed pink cheeks stopped blushing. She hated how she reacted when a glance was returned in her direction and she mumbled something under her breath as she took refuge in the garden behind the patio and the house. Hopefully no one saw her was all she was thinking. But that hopefulness was very short lived.

“So this is where you ran off to” he said with a smile. “I wondered where the fire was.” She wondered if the fire was still blushing in her cheeks, and truth be told, with this man standing so close to her, she knew something was burning alright! “Oh, well I just needed to get some fresh air” came falling out of her mouth before she could catch it, seeing that she WAS outside when she tecavüz porno disappeared. He couldn’t help but be entertained by her shyness, not what he was used to in a woman, and he found her to be refreshing. When she did finally meet his eyes again, she didn’t break the gaze this time, and what he saw was more than just refreshing. Knowing not to say it too loud, for fear she would walk away again, he stepped closer to her and whispered in her ear, “Where were you going in such a hurry beautiful, you weren’t running away from me, were you?”

How to answer… How to answer,.. her mind wondering what clever things were going to spill out of her mouth to embarrass her this time! Taking a deep breath in, she regained her composure. “No I wasn’t running away from you, don’t be silly.

And what I meant to say was I wanted to check out the inside of the house after standing outside in all this fresh air.” And as she finished this ridiculous gibberish, she started laughing, knowing that made no more sense than where she was going in the first place! “Forgive me, I am not usually this inept at making conversation, sometimes I really do make sense!” Her smile was radiant at this point, and she began to relax just from the silliness of it all. He noticed every change on her face, as he reached out to touch it gently. She didn’t move, she stood there looking back into this man’s eyes, knowing full well that she was getting wet, aroused …she didn’t want to move. He leaned in to kiss her lips, his tongue parting hers gently. Her response was automatic, no thought, no refusal, she kissed him back. Wrapping his arms around her, his hands made their way up and down her body….again, she didn’t move. Just as he wanted, just as he had hoped for. “C’mere, lets go into the house, no one is inside…” She followed, taking his hand that he put into hers. She didn’t even let her mind go into the fact that this man, this beautiful man, was a perfect stranger to her. She didn’t care, didn’t even give it a moments thought of what was really happening. Opening the side door once they made their way to the far side of the house, he pulled her into him, as he kicked the door closed with his foot. The Master bedroom, that’s where they were standing when he locked the door behind them. She started to ask something but he put his fingers up to her mouth, signaling silence. No time for words, not now. As she stood before him, he uncovered her üvey anne porno shoulders, pushing her sundress so easily off her body and to the floor, as he kissed and lightly bit her neck. “Step out of your dress baby ….” It didn’t take much coaxing on his part as she left the dress on the floor, not wearing anything underneath except white lace panties, and those, not for long.

“Now, take off your panties, and hand them to me. That’s a good girl.” She did exactly as he said, sliding them off her body and stepping out of them now, she handed them to him. He brought them up to his nose and inhaled, telling her she smelled as sweet as he thought she would. His hands went to her breasts, his eyes went to hers. As he touched her breasts, squeezing her nipples with intent for her to feel it…her head went back, her body now in total ecstasy and he knew he would have her. She began to moan softly and as she did he kissed her, deep and passionately, his tongue probing her mouth….his hands now running through her long hair. Nibbling her ear, suddenly whispering “The shy pretty ones are usually the naughtiest ” and as she tried to catch her breath and at least respond, he lifted her up and walked over to the bed, placing her on her back, head on the pillow. He climbed on top of her and pulled her arms over her head, pressing her wrists together until she heard the metal locking. “Just checking out my theory baby, I wont hurt you, I just want to fuck you, I want to make you cum.” Now she began to wonder what she was really doing there, but it was too late for that. She knew this man was going to fuck her and that was reason enough. Although she had never been handcuffed before, she wasn’t frightened, just completely titillated and wet. She felt his weight slide off her body as he stood over her by the bed and undressed himself, never once taking his eyes off his shy pretty delight.

Forgetting for a moment that her wrists were immobile, she started to move just as he took her and moved her head to the edge of the bed, then over the side where his hands cradled her. “Open your mouth baby”, and as she did, he slid his extremely hard thick cock through her lips and placed it inside her mouth, where her lips wrapped around the width of it. “Suck my cock ~ let me fuck that pretty face” and as she did, he began to stroke her hair, watching her devour him. His hips rocking back and forth pushing himself in further. Leaning üvey erkek kardeş porno into her body, his fingers traced down her belly to her pussy, now glistening with wetness, begging to be taken. He slid 2 fingers inside of her and she began to moan on his cock, a 3rd finger went in, then a fourth, pumping in and out of her with intent and purpose, he wanted to hear his shy girl cum, but not yet. While her mouth was sucking him, he felt too close to cumming and withdrew, lifting her head back to the pillow and crawling in-between her legs. She looked down at him as he began to lick her pussy, opening her with his fingers and delighting in how very wet she was. One or two more licks and he knew she would cum and he wanted her to cum with his thick cock inside of her. Reaching up for her wrists, he undid the lock and released her arms from above her head. He wanted to feel her pull him into her while he fucked her, maybe even run her long fingernails over his back. Moving up her body, kissing every spot that was now sweetly covered with sweat and lust, he spread her legs wider with his legs and with one thrust, he entered her. True to his thoughts, she let out a scream which did nothing but stimulate him even more, thrusting harder and harder, his cock impaling her, and just as he had thought and hoped, she raked her long nails into his back with every scream she let past her lips. Wrapping her legs around him, feeling him so deep inside her pussy, he fucked her…HARD. Driving himself in deeper she began to cum on his cock, her pussy so tight and contracting with each spasm. “Cum baby, don’t hold back, keep cumming” and orgasm after orgasm they rode her waves, until he exploded, filling her with his cum.

They both laid there, catching their breath. He raised himself up on his elbows and took her face into his hands, licking her lips, sliding his tongue in her mouth. “Taste your pussy don’t you baby” to which she nodded and then he kissed her again. Rolling them both onto their sides, they lay there spooning, his arms wrapped around her with one hand on her breast and the other nuzzled between her thighs. He nibbled her neck from behind, giving her body beautiful chills, the coolness hitting the heat of her skin…whispering in her ear, “Shy girls are the naughtiest, aren’t they baby” and with the most radiant smile on her face, she knew he was correct.

The evening sun now setting, she made it to her car, and slowly made the drive home. Touching herself underneath her skirt, she was delightfully wet. She felt that warmth again, his breath against her skin…his lips on hers….a memory that she will stay with her forever…of that summer evening when she gave herself to him…and had never ever been happier being the shy pretty girl.

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‘RUBY!’

‘Whaaa!!’ Ruby jumped away from the phone she was holding next to her ear. She had been rudely awakened by the phone bleeping insistently and the impertinent voice on the end of the line.

‘Do you even realise what time it is?’ Trevor, her project manager practically yelled down the phone at her.

‘Oh crap, I’m on my way in now!’ She had glanced at the clock and realised it was half eight, which made her half an hour late for work.

‘Hahaha, don’t worry, Charlie and Harriet have got it covered. Just get yourself here by ten, so you can catch up. Sorry for scaring you!’ Trevor hung up the phone, still laughing. She flung herself back on to the bed and grumbled into the pillow. Trevor could be an absolute bell-end at some points but she’d always appreciate him as her boss. He was more like a father figure.

Then pure dread filled her. She’d have to face him. Ruby had been ignoring Andy’s texts for the past three days, but she’d have to face the music. Ruby had refrained from reading back over the messages in case she felt the increasing urge to play with herself too strong. But now, she couldn’t ignore it any longer. She threw herself out of bed, determined to look gorgeous for the meeting today. Not for him, for the meeting.

…

She splashed water on her face and stared at herself in the mirror, above the sinks at work.

‘You are in charge of this, he doesn’t control this situation. Just explain that it was a mistake, you’d had a bit to drink and you were just seeing how far he would go. You are not a bad person.’ Even then the little demon in her head laughed at her, seizing, gasping laughs that mocked her. She knew deep down to her very core that if he did get even a second leeway, she’d be lost.

‘Get it together, get through the day and get home.’ She drew herself up, smiled at herself in the mirror and walked purposefully out into the corridor… colliding straight into Andy.

‘Jesus, Ruby, are you alright?!’ He held her by the shoulders sex izle to stop her from tumbling to the ground.

‘Yes, thank you, I’m fine, just wasn’t looking…’ She caught herself as he looked right at her. She wasn’t expecting to see pure concern when she looked into his eyes, more lust than anything else, but he was acting as if he genuinely cared for.

‘You must be in one hell of a hurry, what are you late for?’ He let go of her arms and smiled, almost cautiously at her.

‘Yeah, got that meeting with the agents.’ She stepped back trying to put as much distance between them.

He took a step closer. ‘Are you sure?’ He sighed. ‘Look, I need to explain about the message the other night…’

Ruby held up her hand. ‘No need. We’d both had a bit to drink, just got a bit out of hand. I’m sorry for overstepping the mark but…’ The look in his eyes pained her. There was sorrow there, with a little bit of regret.

‘Look, I’ve got to run for this meeting but we’ll catch up later.’ With determination, she turned on her heel and strode down the corridor. ”keep it together, don’t turn back.” She made it all the way to the end before she glanced over her shoulder. He was right behind her.

‘I’ve got to be in the meeting too’, he breathed into her ear.

With that, all the resolve left her. It took all her strength not to slam him against the flimsy partition and press her tits against his chest, urging him to touch them, lick them.

‘I was going to explain, I meant every word of what I said. I’ve been needing to tell you for a while. I’d love to do everything I described and more.’ She continued facing front, with him leaning into her back, not quite touching her but letting Ruby feel the warmth from his body. She wanted to walk off, confident in denying him but she was rooted to the floor. She felt him shift, ever so gently nearer to her. With that, she snapped. She spun round and slapped him the face.

‘I am not that type of girl,’ she growled, alt yazılı porno turned on her heel, confident that this time she would make it to the boardroom. She was unwilling to accept that her underwear was completely soaked and all she had wanted him to do was drag her into an empty office and fuck her until she moaned.

…

She’d been sat at the desk for ten minutes before he walked in. He sat down in the chair opposite where she sat, deliberately avoiding eye contact. She refused to look at him, would not give him the satisfaction, but kept sneaking glances at him. He seemed engrossed with his laptop. As he sat back, she felt the PDP in her pocket buzz.

*Sorry* Andy

Shit, this wasn’t supposed to happen. She couldn’t ignore him. He was now staring pointedly at her, seeing her read the message. She typed back a quick response.

*ok, but you’ve completely crossed the line.* Ruby. She uncrossed and crossed her legs again, taking some relief in the fact that he didn’t know how worked up he had made her.

*Look, I’ve been thinking about you like this since I first met you. The alcohol just let me tell you.* Andy

*Alcohol doesn’t count for half of what you told me :/* Ruby

*Does telling you that I’ve been fantasising about bending you over this desk and fucking you from behind count for some of it? ;)* Andy

Ruby looked up to see him smirking at her over the desk. She couldn’t help herself, she could feel her pussy start to thump a little bit. Completely oblivious to the fact that the meeting had started around them, Ruby looked down at her PDP.

*Don’t think that’s appropriate.* Ruby

*No, what’s not appropriate is bending you over the desk, lifting that gorgeous skirt above your ass and licking you from front to back.* Andy

*Highly inappropriate.* Ruby

*Then telling you that taking my cock out and squeezing it into your tight c**t whilst you moan in ecstasy would probably follow among the same lines.* altyazılı sex izle Andy

Ruby uncrossed and crossed her legs again. Her pussy was starting to throb, she needed to get out of this meeting and soon.

*I’d ease it in gently, making you moan with pleasure. I’d tease you with the tip and slowly pull out again. I’d carry on until you beg me to go harder. I’d trace circles on your back with my fingertips. I’d deliberately take hold of your hair in one hand. When you’ve finally thought that it would be sweet, torturous pleasure for hours, I’d shove myself into you, right to the hilt, whilst pulling your hair. I’d fuck you hard and fast, spanking you like all naughty girls should be.’ Andy

*And what makes you think that I’d want any of that?* Ruby

*The fact that your so turned on now thinking of it, you can’t keep your legs still ;)* Andy

She looked up at him and the lust filled expression told Ruby he knew exactly how she was feeling.

*I’d fuck you from behind, bent over at the waist, pulling your hair with one hand, whilst the other worked its way round to your clit, fucking you harder then you’ve ever been before in your life. I’d fuck you until you yell my name, your pussy squeezing my dick. I’d carry on playing with your clit until your knees give way. I’d hold you up whilst cum into you, your pussy squeezing all of my juice out of me. Now, tell me that that’s inappropriate. Xxx* Andy

Right on cue, the meeting finished. Ruby jumped up and practically ran back to her desk. She was grateful no-one had asked for her input, she wouldn’t have even managed to string to words out of her lust filled mind.

She felt him walk up to the desk and loiter. She slowly turned and looked up at him.

‘So, would that something you’d be interested in?’ Andy smiled, not a confident smile but more like a boy asking his parents for a toy.

Ruby took a deep breath. ‘No, no matter how many times you send me things like that, whilst you’ve got a missus, the answer will always be no.’ She spun round, back to her computer and rigidly ignored him until he walked away.

Little did she know, that it would only take twice more before her resolve finally snapped and she would receive everything she’d been promised.

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It had been a long two weeks on the road, and Steve was tired…tired and ready to go home to relax a little. Only a couple of days left at the technology convention in Las Vegas. He was only there because he was the top sales executive in the company, and there was no one else that the president felt could do the job; at least not as well as he could. The company’s sales had been sliding some, and the CEO, Mr. Rothenberg, was hoping to get a boost by having a display booth at the convention. So far, the plan seemed to be working out. UniTech put out quite a bit of money for a display that spanned an area that would have normally been taken up by two booths. It was an imposing setup with bold, dark colors, designed to suggest that UniTech would lead the technology world into the next generation. Mr. Rothenberg was convinced that Steve would be the one to pull it off and bring the company out of its slump. It didn’t hurt that Steve had the gift of gab, and could sell just about anything.

The convention was winding down for the night, and Steve was starting to clean up the display, putting everything away for the evening. There were a few more people passing by, some to browse, and others to chat. Steve noticed that across the aisle at the end of the row, there was a booth belonging to one of their competitors, Tech-Diamond. They had a plot about the same size, with a similar setup, but then again, they were both technology companies. The main difference that caught Steve’s eye was the stunning blonde woman working the booth. He didn’t give her much thought. She was very beautiful but Tech-Diamond was a competitor, and therefore, the enemy.

After getting the booth cleaned up and put away for the evening, Steve decided to stop by one of the bars in the hotel to get a drink. He was staying at Caesar’s Palace, and had the perfect place in mind. It was a bar near the shops… He couldn’t remember the name, but he knew where it was. It was a quiet place where he could sit at the bar, enjoy a scotch on the rocks, and not be bothered. Tonight, he would probably have more than one.

He walked in and went straight to the bar. “Let me have a scotch on the rocks, and please make it a double.” He had been in there nearly every night since the convention started nearly a week ago. He sat at the bar, sipping his scotch, swirling the glass from time to time, allowing the scotch to breathe, and going over the week’s events in his head. He was preoccupied to the point that he hadn’t noticed the beautiful blonde that walked in the door and sat down at the end of the bar. Suddenly, he had the odd felling that he was being watched, stared at. At first, he ignored the felling, but it got stronger; maybe it was just the scotch. He looked around the bar, trying to explain the strange sensation. There were only a few people in the bar; a couple near the door, another in the back, and a businessman that looked to be in his sixties at the opposite end of the bar. Then his eyes found her. By far, the most beautiful woman in the bar, and she was staring at him. He smiled at her, raised his glass as if to say hello, and went back to his drink and trying to come up with a strategy for the next day at the convention.

He pretended not to notice the woman as she got up from her seat and moved down the row of empty chairs, sitting down a seat away from him. “You’re from UniTech, right?” The tone of her voice told him it was more of a statement than a question. “I saw you earlier in the week. Our booths are down the aisle from each other.”

“I know, I noticed you as well. Steve, nice to meet you.”

“Jaime. How’s business at UniTech?”

“Not too bad, how about Tech-Diamond?”

“Oh, OK I guess. It could be better.”

Steve didn’t care much for small talk and, right now, he had to remember that in spite of how gorgeous Jamie was, she still worked for the competition.

“I really hate these conventions,” Jamie continued, “I think the only reason they send me is because I’m a woman and they think they can push me around.” Steve chuckled a little. “It’s kind of degrading, really.”

“Why do you say that?” Steve asked. “I’m sure Tech-Diamond sent you because you are a very capable salesperson.”

“What does that mean?” Jamie asked. “I sensed a little sarcasm there!”

“I just meant that you are a very beautiful woman, and I’m sure you’re very smart, but if I were in charge of Tech-Diamond, I would send you to every show or convention because you’re hot; you attract attention.”

“That’s a terrible thing to say… I mean, thank you for the compliment, but I hope they sent me because I know our products, not because I ‘attract attention’.”

“All I am saying is, if you worked for me, I’d send you to these things because our industry is made up primarily of men…men would rather talk to a good looking woman about products and services than another man. That’s all.”

They continued to talk for a while longer, taking turns buying the drinks. Steve learned that Jamie was single, and her job was her life. Other than their work, they didn’t have much in Escort Çankaya common. They continued talking for several more hours, comparing the differences between their companies, and sharing a few laughs. It was nearly eleven o’clock when Jamie decided it was time for her to retire to her room. Steve agreed. They were both staying in the same tower at the Palace, Steve on the tenth floor, Jamie on the twelfth. “We can share a ride in the elevator; God knows I’ve had a little too much to drink to try to drive the elevator!” Jamie laughed, and pushed the elevator button.

The elevator doors opened, and they walked in, each pushing the button for their respective floor. They stood there in elevator car in an awkward silence, the door taking its sweet time to close, the tension between them building. As soon as the doors shut, Jamie turned to Steve and began kissing him passionately, wrapping her arms around his neck. Steve kissed her back, reaching down and grabbing her ass with both hands, squeezing tight and pulling her close to him, making sure she could feel his swelling cock, pulsating as it tried to escape from his pants. The elevator bell rang at the tenth floor. The door opened, they both ignored it. They stood there locked in their embrace, kissing each other, groping each other, exploring each other’s mouth with teasing and playing tongues. The elevator bell rang at the twelfth floor and once again, the door opened and, just as it began to close, Jamie turned reaching an arm in front of the closing door, stopping its movement. They stumbled down the hallway together, still kissing and groping; feeling each other for the first time. They were outside Jamie’s room, her back against the wall, still kissing and caressing each other through their clothes.

Jamie started to loosen Steve’s tie as he pulled off his suit coat. As he fumbed with the sleeves, Jamie hunted furiously for the room key. She found just as Steve began to unbutton her blouse. They crashed through the door, Jamie pulling them toward the bed, clothes falling randomly on the floor as they passed through the short hallway. Jamie started to take off Steve’s belt and unbutton his pants. Still kissing, Steve pulled Jamie’s blouse down over her shoulders and, reached between the most perfect pair of C cup tits he had ever seen, he unclasped her bra. Cupping them in his hands and brushing the hard nipples gently with his thumbs. His pants dropped to the floor. Still kissing, Jamie reached down and rubbed Steve’s throbbing cock with her hand. She pushed him backwards onto the bed, took off her blouse and bra, and tossed them at him.

Jamie smiled and shook her head. “I’m not sure what I’m doing.”

“What do you mean? I mean, I can leave if you want me too.”

“No, I don’t want you to go.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want to fuck. My pussy is aching to be fucked, but I’m not sure if I should do this.”

Steve stood up. “Then I’ll go. I don’t want you to do something that you’ll regret in the morning.”

He was standing in front of her, nothing on but his boxers, her in nothing but a thong. There was silence. He wanted Jamie to change her mind, but what he meant what he said; he didn’t want her to regret it. They stood there, the silence getting louder until Steve broke in, “I’ll go.” He bent down and started collecting his clothes. Jamie bent down with him, cupped her hands on his face, pulled him back up, and kissed him softly on the lips.

“Don’t go,” she whispered.

She kissed him again. Steve dropped his clothes and gently put his arms around her waist. Jamie held her firm breasts against his chest and began kissing his cheek…then his neck and down to his chest. Steve slowly lowered himself back down to the bed, Jamie following. As she made her way down his body, she reached into his boxers and gently freed his swollen cock, stroking it slowly. She continued kissing his chest and stomach until she could feel the head of his cock touch her chin. When it did, she knelt down and slipped the head into her mouth, still stroking the shaft slowly. She moved her tongue around the tip of Steve’s cock, and tasted the pre-cum as it seeped from the head. Steve began to run his fingers through her hair, sweeping it over to one side so he could see his cock in her mouth. Jamie began to suck Steve’s cock further into her mouth until inch by inch, she devoured it, and slowly rose up again until she held just the head between her lips. She slid his glistening shaft in and out of her mouth, slowly at first, then faster, pumping his cock with her hand at the same time.

“Slow down, you’re going to make me cum.”

Jamie looked up at him, “Maybe I want you too.”

“Not yet.”

Steve pulled her up and guided her onto the bed. Kissing her deeply, he rolled her onto her back. He moved from her neck to her shoulder, and to her left nipple, gently pulling her hair as he sucked it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Jamie sighed. Steve continued to suck her supple tits while slowly moving his hands down the length of her body to her hips. He Çankaya Escort pulled her panties off and kissed down to her neatly trimmed mound, her pussy wet with anticipation.

Steve spread Jamie’s legs and softly kissed the inside of her thighs, intentionally kissing around her pussy, never touching it. She arched her back and began running her fingers through Steve’s hair. Every time he came close to her hard clit, she pulled just a little to let him know what she wanted. Steve moved his hands slowly up her thighs until his fingers reached her pussy lips. He gently spread them, exposing Jamie’s throbbing clit, and kissed it softly, sucking it into his mouth and rubbing it in circles with his tongue. He pulled back until it popped out of his mouth. He began to lick her pussy, fucking her with his tongue, sliding it into her juicy hole and up to her clit, lightly flicking it. It didn’t take long for Jamie to start to lose control. Steve sucked her clit into her mouth once more and she thrust her hips from the bed, held Steve’s mouth against her soaking pussy, and released a gushing orgasm.

She held him against her quivering pussy for nearly a minute before she relaxed, allowing him to breathe again. Steve kissed his way back up to her tits, sucking on her nipples once more. Jamie giggled, and pulled him up to kiss him, tasting her juices in his mouth. “Are you going to fuck me now?” she asked him with a smile.

“How do you want me,” Steve replied.

“Mmm, I want you to fuck me from behind…doggie-style,” she told him.

She pushed him from on top of her, and rolled over onto her hands and knees, wagging her ass in front of him and looking back with a smile. Steve moved toward her, aiming his cock at her pussy. He rubbed the head of his cock along the length of her slit, making sure the head was wet with her juices, and let the shaft slide between her ass cheeks. He pulled back and inserted the tip of his throbbing dick into her cunt, slowly sinking in until his cock was buried in her pussy. He slowly pulled it back out, then back in, a little faster each time. Soon, he was pounding her madly, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.

“OH MY GOD!” she screamed, “SLAM THAT HUGE COCK INTO ME!”

He fucked her harder, slamming his cock into her as deep and as hard as he could. His balls were starting to tighten; Jamie could tell he was going to cum soon.

“Are you gonna cum?” she asked. “Fill me with your cum; fuck me…Fuck Me…FUCK ME!”

“Oh God, I’m cumming!”

Jamie pushed herself back onto his cock, holding it deep inside her. The head of his cock swelled, and then exploded, spilling his hot cum into her. Feeling his orgasm inside her was more than she could take; she let her’s loose. She sat up on his cock, arched her back, and pulled his head to her shoulder. Steve complimented her embrace, his hands squeezing her firm tits; he kissed the base of her neck. They collapsed on the bed together. They held each other close, and fell asleep.

The sun poured into the room the next morning, but did not wake them until a little after nine thirty. Jamie woke first, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “OH MY GOD! What time is it!” She looked at the clock next to the bed; nine thirty-seven. “Holy SHIT! Steve, get up! Were late!”

“Late for what?”

“It’s after nine thirty, the convention has already opened its doors, and there is no one at my booth! I have to go, NOW!”

“SHIT! There is no one at my booth either! I’m FUCKED!”

They got dressed as fast as they could. Steve didn’t have time to go to his room, so he borrowed Jamie’s tooth brush and the razor she used to shave her legs. They raced down the hall to the elevator, then to the exhibit hall where they frantically put out their brochures and trinkets for passersby to stuff into little bags; most of which would be thrown away. The rest of the day was spent with quick glances and smiles when their eyes happened to meet, or during conversations with others. Around one o’clock, Steve put a singn up that read “Back in 30 min.”, so he could run out and grab a quick bite. He passed Jamie’s booth on the way.

“Wanna get something to eat? I’m starving since we missed breakfast. I know where there is a pretty good sandwich shop nearby…UniTech is buying!”

Jamie smiled, “Well, since UniTech is buying, I guess I’ll have to say yes.”

“Good. This way, my dear.” Steve tried his best to sound like some kind of movie star, and held out his arm. Jamie played along, smiled and curtsied, and they left together for some much needed food.

“I’m famished!” Jamie was hungry.

They each ordered a sandwich and a drink, then chose a table near the back of the small dining area where they could wolf down their food. They managed to get a few words in during the meal, but most of the time was spent eating. They finished their meals and headed back to the exhibit hall. Neither of them spoke of the night before, acting as if they were only acquaintances, not lovers.

Back in the convention hall, they continued their game; sneaking Çankaya Escort Bayan glances at one another and acting like teenagers. Each time one would catch the other; they would smile and quickly turn their heads as if they were ashamed that they had been caught. They continued this game for the rest of the afternoon until just after six o’clock, when it was time to clean up once again for the evening. The crowds were thinning, and people were leaving the hall to have dinner or to experience the nightlife of Vegas. Steve moved slowly, taking his time putting his props away, and leaving a few brochures on the small round table in the middle of the display. Jamie seemed to be playing a similar game, moving slowly but making sure to keep an eye on Steve. Jamie finished cleaning up first, and made her way over to Steve’s booth.

“Any good prospects today?” she asked him with a hint of playfulness in her voice.

“Not really. I had some old guy that claimed to be the president of some big company that I’ve never heard of. I thought he might keel over any second, and I would have to do CPR or something.”

“Yea, I know that guy, he stopped by my booth too. He said that if I sent him out some information when I got back to the office, he would place a big order. Then he rubbed his hand on my back and asked me what I was doing for dinner! I almost threw up and told him I had plans.”

“Oh you do, do you? Who do you have plans with?”

“Well, I was kinda hoping to have dinner with you. That, is if you want too.” Jamie was smiling from ear to ear, and playing with the buttons on Steve’s shirt as if she were going to unbutton them and rape him on the spot.

“Oh! I don’t know… There was this woman that stopped by my booth earlier. She left me a card with her cell phone number on the back. She said that if I called her around seven, she would show me a ‘good time’, then place an enormous order, but only if we had dinner. She was pretty hot too.”

“Give her a call then, but she won’t fuck you like I can…”

“How do you know? She looked pretty wild to me! How about I give her a call and see if she is into a three-some!”

“What makes you think I would be into that?”

“Who said I was talking about you?”

“Whatever…Let’s go. I’m hungry and that sorry excuse for lunch didn’t do much for me. This place has a really good Italian restaurant, I’ll buy.”

“Ok, you get the food, I’ll get the wine. Deal?”

“Deal, but I need a shower first. How about we go get cleaned up. When I’m ready, I’ll swing over to your room and pick you up.”

“Sounds good, I’m in room 1014.”

They walked each other to the elevator, and rode up to the tenth floor together where Steve got out. Just as he stepped out and the elevator doors began to close, he turned around and pushed his body between them. As they opened, he grabbed Jamie by the shoulders and kissed her deeply. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” he told her as he stepped back into the hall. He stood there watching her as the elevator doors closed. He practically ran down the hall to his room. When he got there, he swung the door open and immediately stripped his clothes off and got into the shower.

Now he was clean and dressed. Just in time for a knock at the door. When he opened it, he couldn’t believe his eyes. There in front of him stood the most beautiful woman that he had seen in his life. “Are you ready?” she asked. He couldn’t answer.

Realizing that he looked like a teen-ager, he forced out an answer. “Uh, yep, let’s go.” He must have sounded like a kid on his first date. Jamie noticed.

“Are you OK?” she asked him, trying to lessen his obvious tension.

“Sure, why?”

“I don’t know, you just seem a little nervous, that’s all.”

Lying through his teeth, he answered her. “Not at all, what makes you say that?”

“Nothing, I guess. You just seemed surprised or nervous, that’s all.”

“Well, I have to admit, you did surprise me a little back there. You look very beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you.” The elevator door opened, they stepped in. The doors closed, and they made their way to the ground floor.

Jamie did look absolutely beautiful, and Steve couldn’t help but stare at her all night. She was wearing a skirt from a business suit, and a white blouse, no jacket. She had her hair down and had large, flowing curls, which weren’t there during the convention. Her blouse was unbuttoned and open, her C cup tits practically spilling out of her bra for everyone to see. Her heels were a little higher that what she had been wearing earlier as well. When she was to be on her feet all day, she wore nothing that was taller than two inches; these were five.

They ate dinner and talked, laughing at each other’s jokes. Dinner was followed with wine, and more small talk. They had desert, talked some more, and drank more wine. At about nine forty five, the waiter came over to their table to see if they would be requiring further service for the evening, and dropped off the check. They talked for a few minutes more, and decided to go for a walk on Las Vegas Boulevard. Walking slowly and holding hands, they went up the boulevard and watched the lights. When they reached the MGM Grand, Steve suggested that they hop on the train that runs up and down the strip; Jamie agreed, thinking it would be fun.

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