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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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Chapter Two-Antiquities

He was standing by the door, dressed in almost the same outfit that was equally as revealing. A white tank top, short, tiny jogging shorts that clung to his cock and balls like Saran Wrap, and short white socks and sneakers.

“I also have to wear the same outfit as you Macy, when we work in there. When you see the collection you will understand. There are documents in there that are literally thousands of years old and any fiber contamination can destroy them without me even realizing it.”

“I don’t mind, it fits you well,” I said checking out his beautiful package.

I was a flirt sometimes and confident in my sexuality which was extraordinarily high and I wasn’t above going after what I wanted when I wanted it. It turned me on being a flirt and more than a bit slutty once I was comfortable.

“Follow me, Macy,” he said walking ahead with a lithe, panther-like gait that showed his beautiful ass to me as he walked away down the hall. His legs were chiseled and toned, like a runner’s, long and lean and his ass was like a Greek Statue, firm and round. He had a soft layer of dirty blond hair on his legs and a powerful V shape to his back and firm defined shoulders and arms. He was incredible. Man, it was going to be hard to control myself around him. I could already visualize myself down on my knees, slipping those shorts aside and swallowing every beautiful inch into my willing mouth.

We got to the antiquities room and he explained how it worked. We had to step into an anti-chamber that was vacuum sealed. Once the door shut, a light wind blew through that disinfected our skin and clothing again. Then the door to the antiquities room opened and we took a case from the anti-chamber that contained what we needed to clean. George explained that it would need cleaning once every two weeks but it would take hours and the other three days would be spent on the house, as he wanted me there twice a week. I nodded and he explained that today, he would do the cleaning and then have me assist him and finally do a few things on my own. We would do this together until he felt I could do it on my own.

The space we were working in was very cramped and the humidity was very high. It didn’t take long before I was sweating. George was a good teacher and he really took his time explaining everything and showing me how to clean these priceless artifacts. Some were extremely old and from all corners of the world which was equally fascinating and intimidating knowing that l was working with items worth millions of dollars. He never brought that fact up he just taught me their story and that made me appreciate the value even more. A couple of times we bumped up against each other and I felt his lithe and sexy body against mine. It wasn’t awkward at all as we just smiled and kept working. We finished about five hours later and I was exhausted and needed a shower badly. George asked me if wanted to go swimming. I was so hot that I didn’t hesitate. “I’d love to but I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“Well if it’s okay with you, your outfit is great for swimming in. The material is amazing and will dry quickly, so you’ll feel comfortable I think.”

“Sounds good to me, let’s do it.”

“I’ll get some towels and we can go through the back.”

His pool, like the rest of the house, was incredible it was surrounded by tropical plants with lounge chairs all around. Escort Ankara There was a waterfall at one large concrete end, big enough to swim under a diving board, a waterfall, and a huge slide. It was amazing. You could swim right into the hot tub through a tunnel from the pool. George took off his tank top and dove right in.

I look off mine and followed him The water felt amazing and the outfit was very comfortable to swim, in we sat on the loungers after having a nice drink, together.

“I don’t want to suggest anything that would make you uncomfortable Macy, but if you take your shorts and shirt off, they’ll dry quickly and you won’t have to sit in wet clothes.”

“If it’s okay with you, I wouldn’t mind,” I said smiling at him. Gosh, he was beautiful.

“I don’t mind at all. Macy, I want you to feel comfortable and enjoy the comforts of my home. I’ve worked hard to build this place and I like sharing it.”

I slipped out of the tiny boy shorts, that felt like rare silk and hung them on the fence to dry beside my tank top. Oddly I wasn’t that conscious at all, even though I was wearing nothing but a black bra, that was so tight, my tits were bulging. It was a funny feeling. It felt incredibly comfortable and yet it was tight, like a corset in the effect it had on my 36 D’s. I loved my tits and really enjoyed the feeling of them bulging out, firm and tight in this beautiful bra. My cunt was swathed in the delicious material of the thong that seemed to caress my sweet lips every time I moved. It was so sensual. Cleaning around George all day and watching him move with such assuredness and confident masculinity had me so horny and worked up. We both dove in and laughing splashed around and played in the soothing waters. He was a lot of fun to be around and I was very comfortable, swimming with him, in my bra and thong. I didn’t feel anything but aroused. We got out and he handed me a nice big towel, staring at my tits as he wrapped it around my shoulders.

I laid down on the chaise lounge and thought about how wonderful it was to work somewhere where I was appreciated and very well paid.

George brought me a drink and laid down in the chair beside me.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a rum punch, very refreshing. You’ve certainly earned it today. It’s not an easy job remembering everything, but mostly it’s just going slow and being meticulous. I think you’re going to excel at this. Cheers Macy!”

He smiled and I toasted him while glancing down at the growing bulge in his tight white shorts, which were very revealing. The material was almost translucent dry, and wet left very little to the imagination. His cock and balls were visible and very beautiful, thick long and smooth, and round. I wanted my mouth on his shaft, bobbing up and down, till he came in my mouth.

I looked up and saw that he was watching my clear arousal and smiling at me.

“I want you to feel at home here Macy, so relax and enjoy yourself okay.”

“I feel that way already. Thank you. I was just thinking about how nice it was to have a job where I’m treated well and paid well. It hasn’t been easy for me. I’m not complaining. Struggle defines you.”

“That’s true. You’re wise Macy and beautiful if you don’t mind me saying so.”

“I don’t mind at all. So are you.”

He reached over and put his drink down and said,

“It’s hot out here, let me get you Ankara Escort some sunblock.”

He walked over to a cabinet full of towels and accessories for the pool and returned with a bottle of sunscreen.

“May I?” He asked with a shy smile. I was immediately aroused thinking of those wonderful hands rubbing lotion all over me.

“Please do,” I said.

He opened the bottle and squeezed a healthy dollop on his hand, placing the bottle aside. He walked around to the front of the chaise lounge and kneeling down, began applying it to my feet and calves. I had strong, shapely calves and long delicate toes. He worked the lotion all over my feet and rubbed it into my calves and the top of my thighs.

“That feels so nice, thank you. My legs are a bit sore from today.”

“You’re welcome. Show me where it hurts and I’ll give you a nice massage.”

“Right here I replied”, sliding my hands inside my thighs and up my hips.

He smiled and applying more lotion, began rubbing up and down my strong thighs, massaging my legs from my knees to my hips. It was heavenly. My pussy was so wet, I felt sure it was visible even through the black thong. He pressed firmly on my inner thighs and gently pushed my legs apart. I complied and spread them wide, inviting his hands into my hot thighs and steaming cunt.

He looked into my eyes and said, “I want you to know I never intended this to happen, but I am incredibly attracted to you.”

“Don’t stop George. I’m enjoying your touch and hadn’t planned on this happening either, but it feels really good.”

I could feel my eyes glazing over like they did when I was really turned on. I put my hands on his and pulled them forward right onto my soaking wet pussy.

“Uh that feels so good, touch me there.”

He stroked my soft lips with his thumbs while palming my mound and aching clit. I arched into his hand and opened my lips, anticipating his sexy mouth on mine. He caressed my lips with his, gently parting them with his silky tongue, he wrapped it around mine in a lover’s embrace.

I lay back and willed his hand into my throbbing aching cunt. He palmed my pussy and pressed down on my pubic bone with the heel of his hand putting a mild amount of pressure as his fingers curled and gently stroked my soft sweet lips

Through the amazing material of the thong, it felt as if he were touching my skin. The sensation was heavenly and my slutty hips responded by pushing up into his hand daring him to push harder which he did. He took my breast in his other hand, striking and squeezing at the same time. He built into a rhythm alternating and syncing his stroking and pulsing and pushing against my pussy and my tits. It was wonderful. He leaned into me, rubbing his cock and balls against my leg, as he kissed me gently on the lips. I was lost in ecstasy feeling his amazing body against me and his smooth yet firm love-making that was making my head swirl and my body burn with desire.

I spread my legs even wider and began to release to the inner slut that was inside of me, humping his hand and pushing my tits into his warm, strong hand. He parted my thong to the side and slipped a finger into my soft, wet cunt. Like a cobra’s dance, his strong supple fingers had slipped inside my thong, fingering my horny, wet pussy. I was in ecstasy when I mouthed into his ear,

“Make love to me, right now!”

I pushed hard Ankara Escort Bayan against his long finger as it slowly caressed and probed my sweet hole. He curled up and against my G Spot and I shuddered, feeling the heel of his hand hard against my clit and pubic bone moving it slightly with force as his finger curled into my cunt stroking my G Spot.

He squeezed harder on my breast and ripped the bra down moving in to suck hard on my swollen nipple, biting and sucking.

I was panting and moaning like a bitch in heat as I leaned back my head and yelled cumming into his hand, feeling my pussy juices flow down over his finger and into his hand. I collapsed back into the chaise lounge, flush and warm from that amazing orgasm. He pulled back and looked deeply into my eyes, right into my heart and soul and I locked eyes with him willing him into me, to slide that beautiful cock inside my sweet cunt and ride me like a wild beast.

He slid my thong off and moved gracefully up towards me, his hard cock nudging against my wet cunt. I pushed down into him as he moved into me, his cock, sliding beautifully, slowly into me. I grasped him tightly around the waist and pulled him into me in a lover’s embrace. His cock was so hard and thick, it filled me completely. He pumped in and out slowly and sweetly as he kissed my lips tenderly, sucking on my tongue and holding my head with love and passion. He kept fucking me slowly and sweetly sliding his beautiful cock in and out of my sweet pussy. I was burning up for him and wanted more and more. I knew I was insatiable and I was so happy he liked to fuck as much as me.

“Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone before. I’m wild for your cock.”

I was moaning and gasping in rhythm with his powerful thrusts. He pushed my legs back up over his shoulders and fucked me like a wild animal. I dug my nails into his back and moaned in his ear. He hammered in and out of me fast and hard and came shaking like a wild man as he pumped his thick load deep into my hot cunt.

He collapsed on top of me, soaked in sweat and our sweet juices, all over each other’s cock and cunt.

“You love being fucked don’t you Macy. I can tell. I could tell when I met you. Those eyes of yours have fire and lust in them. You are the hottest woman I’ve ever met. I can feel your heat a mile away, like an inferno. I’m going to fuck you all night, what do you think of that,”

He said grinding hard against my wet cunt.

“Yes fuck me all night, any way you want. Own my pussy.”

He flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips back, sliding his cock inside me, he clenched my hips and started ramming me like a wild bull, grabbing my hair and pulling me back driving that cock deep into my cunt, while rubbing my wet pussy lips and swollen clit. I was wild with lust. He pumped into me harder and faster,

Lifting my hips with each thrust pushing deep inside me.

With one powerful thrust, he came again, soaking my cunt with his sweet cum.

He rubbed my clit and lips furiously as I came right after him, practically convulsing underneath him. He pulled slowly out and turning me around, pushed me back against the chaise lounges, so I was sitting back at a slight angle. He got up and straddled the chair, sliding his wet cock into my hungry mouth. I tasted my cum and his, mixed together in a delicious aromatic cocktail. I slurped and licked his cock from the head down the shaft, licking around his balls and back again, like a thirsty little whore. He pulled out and rubbed his cock head seductively across my lips.

“Let’s go inside Macy, I have so much to show you,” he said smiling that devilish grin.

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There it went, my mind wandering again. Scanning the patrons at our favorite seafood joint. Not crazy about the place but everyone else seemed to like it, and I was here more for the social aspect than the food. Was kind of in my haze. Everyone else was in a conversation on a topic I was not big on so as they talked, I daydreamed. The talk receded into the distance. I did some people watching and yeah, I looked at women.

My eyes would inevitably come back to our table and Megan. Sweet Megan. She and her husband Jim became friends with us through mutual friends. Isn’t that how everyone meets? I thought she was cute and funny from the beginning, but as time passed I was surprised at how deeply I felt for her.

Looking at her, unaware, caught up in the conversation and laughing with everyone, I had to smile. I thought she was so beautiful. She did not have the face or body of a Playboy foldout. That is what I loved about her. Whatever it was that she would tell you she didn’t like about her body or her looks is exactly what I would think made her sexy.

She was tall, nice curves and long legs, and was the only redhead I had ever known that could actually get a deep tan in the summer. Her skin was luminescent. Her skin. I stared at it. It was smooth and brown. I imagined what it must feel like. Christ! I was already imagining her in my embrace, moving my hand under her shirt in back and sliding it up until I felt her bra. OK, snap out of it!

What I had with Megan was not just in my head. Sweet Megan had feelings for me too. We spent last Fourth of July with them and everyone was getting majorly wasted. A slow song came on the stereo and Megan took my hand. I assumed the traditional slow dance pose with my left hand raised to take hers. Instead she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me close.

It is amazing what you can communicate to someone without words, just with touch. I felt her warm breath in my ear. When we were turned from view my hands would explore her torso. God, is there anything more erotic than a woman’s lower back? I could feel her hips pressed against mine.

Later we all retired to the living room to watch TV. The lights were off with just the flickering cold glow of the screen to illuminate the room. Megan sat beside me on the couch. As we watched TV, her hand found mine and she threaded her fingers through mine and squeezed tight. We opened our grasp and I slid my index finger slowly back and forth through her fingers. While all of us were watching TV, our hands were making love and we both knew it. We just couldn’t say it.

Yes, she had told me in so many words that she was in love with me online. Much easier than in person, that’s for sure. However, there was the unspoken rule: lovers online, just friends in public. Can there be a more torturous situation than two people that feel a moral obligation but an irresistible attraction?

It was Monday morning, long after the wife had left for work, when the door bell rang. I slowly walked downstairs half expecting to see someone selling something. I pulled the door open slowly and peered around. My heart skipped a beat and I felt numb. It was Megan, smiling awkwardly.

“Megan! You’re the last person I expected altyazılı porno to see! Come on in!” I exclaimed as she walked through the door with two half empty bottles.

“I just thought I would bring back your wine from last night,” she said as she placed the bottles on the counter.

“Well you didn’t have to,” I assured her.

We made a bit of nervous small talk followed by an awkward silence, both of us looking at each other and then the floor.

“OK, well better get going I guess,” she said as she paused a moment and then came toward me with arms outstretched.

We had hugged many times before but the moment we came together, we both realized why this time was completely different. Without even thinking about it, we both felt the absence of anyone watching us. Those that would cause us to adhere to the social custom of a hug that was “just long enough.” As the hug went on we talked and laughed back and forth. We both knew we wanted it to go longer.

And then… that moment. That moment when you sensed that your first kiss was imminent. The moment when you realized that the other person wanted just what you did. We stopped talking, and just stood, holding each other. With my hips rubbing against hers, I felt myself getting hard. I put my lips against her face and started placing soft kisses on her cheek over and over working closer to her mouth. My mouth came down on the corner of hers. I couldn’t believe I was this close! I wanted to savor the moment.

I opened my hand and placed it softly on her cheek. I brought my face to hers with my lips barely on hers, moving them sideways to feel the texture of them against mine. So soft, so sensual. I then kissed her full on the mouth, but lightly, separating my lips from hers, just so I could feel them come together again.

With my arm low on her back, I pulled her tightly against me. My lips came down on hers again and I felt her tongue enter my mouth with mine immediately intertwined with it, our breathing becoming deeper and faster. I then started to live my fantasy. I slid my hands under the back of her shirt. Her skin was so smooth and warm. My fingers inched further upward, feeling the texture of her spine and every muscle, until I felt her bra.

Fuck! I had no fear left, I pulled at the clasp and undid it. The tight straps went suddenly limp. She heaved and started to tremble, as to surrender herself. I moved my hands from her back, around her sides and to where I was taking her breasts full in my hands. I stared into her eyes and in a moment I was pulling her shirt open and she was yanking my t-shirt over my head. We were both naked from the waist up and I was holding her warm, firm flesh against mine.

I couldn’t believe how incredible she felt! I grabbed at her pants to unbutton them, pulling them open and yanking the zipper down. I slid my hand inside her panties and felt silkiness on the back of my hand and soft pubes and skin on the front. As I moved down I felt her lips part, my fingers exploring the wetness between them. She stopped kissing me so she could catch her breath.

With her head on my shoulder and her arms tight around my neck, she moaned with pleasure as first two fingers explored the outside. With mobil porno my fingers wet, I moved upward and found her clit, rubbing with a circular motion. She stifled little screams as her hips twitched from the sensations. I then with one quick motion slid my fingers deep inside her. She grabbed my neck tighter and I felt her muscles contracting around my fingers. I slid them in and out, fucking her with a steady rhythm.

She suddenly pushed me back as my hand came out. Almost with the same motion she began tugging at my belt. Oh shit! My cock had been rock hard from the beginning and was aching from being restrained so long. She dropped to her knees and started undoing the button. She looked up at me with a smile, since it was so obvious what was going on in there. She pulled the zipper down, then with both hands grabbed the top of my jeans and underwear together and pulled them out and down to my ankles. My dick was throbbing and pointing at her face.

She smiled at me again and slowly wrapped her long slender fingers around it and squeezed lightly. The sensation almost sent me through the roof. With her hand loosely around it she moved her fingertips up and down it, exploring the textures. Holding it at the base of the shaft now, she moved her face closer, extending her tongue and flicking it under the tip a few times then licking down the side.

Her teasing was driving me crazy! Then suddenly she opened her mouth and quickly took it in deep. She then grabbed my ass with both hands and started rhythmically pulling, using my cock to fuck her face. My eyes rolled back in my head and was is all I could do to keep from exploding in her mouth. She took one hand off my ass and softly cupped my balls, stroking them ever so lightly. I put a hand on her cheek and slid my thumb down to where I could feel both her lips and my wet cock moving in and out.

I didn’t want this to end but I could feel pressure building and there was no way I wanted this to end this soon. I pulled out my dick and said, “Your turn.” I pushed her back so she was sitting on the couch. I got on my knees, grabbing her pants and pulling them off with the panties. I put my hands under her legs behind her knees and lifted them while spreading them. My eyes were glued to her pussy. It was gorgeous. Her labia was like a rose and as her legs moved farther open, the lips opened softly revealing the pink smooth opening. I pushed her legs farther back so that it was pointing straight up at me.

I could feel her breathing harder as I moved my face closer. I put my lips gently on her inner thigh and kissed it softly over and over as I moved closer in. I wanted to savor that luscious skin, I wanted to taste and feel every square inch. I moved to the other thigh and playfully bit it ever so lightly. She giggled and jumped a bit. I took my tongue and licked her thigh toward the center but not quite arriving there. Then I blew a stream of cool air along the wetness I had just created. She gasped and arched her back. I could hold back no longer.

I took my tongue and made a long stroke from the bottom of her pussy up over her clit, and repeated that over and over, drinking in the overflowing juices.

I could hear her whimpering cries sex izle intensify until she cried out, “Oh shit! I’m going to cum!”

Her legs jerked back uncontrollably as her torso lunged forward. I thrust my tongue inside her and could feel the pulsing of the contractions. I looked up at her from my vantage point to see her expression was that of complete surrender while her chest and face were flushed beet red.

She was overcome and cried out, “I need you to fuck me now!”

I pulled her down onto the floor, pushed her legs back and put the head of my cock against her open lips. I could tell she had no patience for being teased anymore so I brought my body down on her thrusting my shaft in deep.

She was warm and slick but oh so tight around me. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders tight, turning my hips down and forward in a steady and forceful grinding rhythm, my pubic area massaging her clit. I brought my head up and looked into her eyes. Our bodies were as one. Her hips were in sync with mine as I kissed her deeply.

She followed my cue once again as I stood up and motioned for her to bend over and grab the couch. I stood behind her and spread her ass apart, guiding my cock into her dripping wet pussy once again. She whimpered as I grabbed her hips, pulling her ass against me, driving deep.

I put my thumb into my mouth to get it wet then spread her cheeks again to get a better view . I put the wet tip of my thumb against her asshole, circling around it to get it moist.. Then, oh so slowly I ran it inside while still stroking with my cock. She gave out a squeaky scream of pleasure and moved her ass back toward me to encourage my thumb to go deeper.

Soon it was all the way in and through the thin walls my thumb could feel my cock moving in and out. Her squeaks of pleasure were rising and becoming more rapid and I could tell she is going to cum again. All of a sudden, her back arched like a cat as she gave out a loud scream. She was coming hard and I could feel her pelvic muscles clamping down on my dick. Holy shit! It felt as though she would crush it!

I continued a feverish rhythm until I could feel the pressure building to where I was not going to be able to deny it any longer. She sensed that I was very close to coming and pushed me off and sat on the couch facing me. She rammed her mouth down the shaft of my cock over and over. The pressure built to the breaking point.

My whole groin area grew quickly warm and tingly. She pulled her mouth off so just her parted lips were brushing the very tip. She was stroking my cock lightly with her hand. I let out a large groan, my knees starting to buckle as huge streams of cum exploded out of my cock. The first one just missed her mouth and made a long sticky stripe across her cheek. Then one thick mass of jizz after another shot into her mouth. I don’t think I had ever cum that hard!

The flow finally subsided as she wrapped her hand around my still twitching cock to wring out the last few drops, licking them off the tip. I collapsed onto the couch and just sat there in a warm haze. She lowered herself onto her knees facing me, and with her eyes locked on mine, she slowly pushed my cum out of her mouth with her tongue, cascading over her lower lip and down her chin before falling like thick, pearl raindrops onto her breasts.

We both smiled. I reached out and pulled her to me, kissing her one last time, enjoying the mixed flavors of our love together.

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Another Monday morning, his eyes open before the alarm even sounds, but he lies there, dreading the day. His life has become routine, he goes to work, he goes to the gym, he goes home. A vicious circle that he feels unable to deviate from. Today is the day.

He squares his shoulders as he climbs from bed, a smile playing on his lips by the time the hot spray of the shower starts to rinse away the sleepiness. He dries himself off, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His cock, wide awake as well, stands up proud and strong…he looks down, and assures his eager appendage that soon, very soon, it will find a nice warm wet place to nest.

Laughing out loud as he talks to his penis, he dresses carefully, paying a little more attention to detail than than he usually does. Splashing a touch of cologne on the back of his neck, he grabs his briefcase and keys and heads out to face the day.

She sighs as she lays in bed, the alarm jangling, just out of her reach. Promising herself that she will get up in just another minute. Finally with a burst of energy, she fairly leaps from bed, pounding the top of the alarm clock with a vengeance born of boredom.

It is Monday, again….sigh….and she is sure that it will be the same today as last Monday. Arrive at work, put on the coffee, check the messages, smile at her coworkers, none of whom she knows by name and surely not even one that could remember hers. She’ll just grit her teeth until she can go home again.

She climbs in the shower, lazily soaping, shampooing and then drying off, moisturizing…same as every other day. She eyes her naked body in the steamy mirror. As a whole not bad, but her breasts are too large, they swing like pendulums from her chest, nipples always hard, hips rounded, pussy lips always puffy as if they had just been fucked. Not that she has had that pleasure in a long time, wistfully she wonders just how long it has been.

Twisting to see her ass in the mirror, it quivers, muscles rippling as if it knows she is trying to find fault with it. Sighing as she runs her hand over her quivering globes, she turns from the mirror…grabs the first thing in the closet and throws it on. Running fingers through her hair, she grabs her purse and keys and opens the door.

He drives to work, coffee in hand smiling, watching the cars whizzing by, he is no hurry. He feels great today, the beginning of the week…opportunity spread out before him. Even the thick traffic fails to knock the smile from his lips. He turns into his office building’s underground car park and hums a tune all the way to the elevator.

She drives offensively, horn blaring at inattentive drivers, hating the commute, her radio blasting to drown out the road noise. Oblivious to the annoyance of the other drivers, she pulls into the car park at last. Shutting off the engine she leans back, letting some of the tenseness seep out of her.

Climbing wearily from her car she approaches the elevator. The man standing humming is vaguely familiar to her…same office, but she dislikes him this morning, his joyful humming grating on her nerves like fingernails on gaziantep bayan escort a chalkboard.

He sees her approach, the secretary from the office next to his…he can’t quite put a name to her…he starts to smile, ready to offer up a good morning greeting when he sees the scowl, her flashing dark eyes.

He falters, his humming pausing briefly when the elevator doors open. He waits for her to get in, and she starts jabbing buttons before he can even move, the doors start to close and he shoves a foot in the way. He takes a long moment to appraise this woman, the elevator offering up that annoying buzz, her foot tapping with impatience. She leans forward, seizes his arm and pulls him in. So shocked he is by the contact , that he stumbles forward, landing on her, knocking her against the back wall.

Their lips a hairs breadth apart, he can smell her toothpaste, her eyes dark pools in which he is sure he could get lost. Unaware of the movement of the elevator they stay like this, eyes locked together, time seems to have stopped. Then suddenly her eyes show fire in them and her hands are pushing him away, he starts to say something when he realizes that the doors are once again open and there are others waiting to get in.

He stumbles to the other side as half a dozen people file in. His breathing is heavy and he steals a glance at her…her pink cheeks the only tell tale sign. He feels a tightness in his groin, shocked to find his penis growing hard as he stares at her.

Breathing a sigh of relief as the lift reaches his floor, he waits for her to leave, then quickly exits and hurries to his office, barely nodding to his own secretary on the way past. Sitting in his chair, behind his desk, his office spread out before him, his phone ringing and all he can think of is her.

They have worked next to each other for more than year and yet he cannot recall ever having exchanged so much as a greeting with her. How could he have overlooked this stunning and enigmatic woman who spends most of everyday right under his nose?

He tries to put her out of his thoughts, returning calls, catching up on his computer data logging, cross referencing numbers, the little daily tidbits that keep him busy, that usually make the day go faster. But time after time, those dark limpid eyes keep coming to mind.

Tossing down his pen, he stands up and slips into his bathroom. Checking himself in the mirror, he has decided to take action. Beat ’em or join ’em…but he must do something.

She sits at her desk, barely keeping her hand steady enough to write down the messages. She keeps feeling his breath on her cheek, the smell of him invades her nostrils and those eyes …omg…those eyes….why did she never notice his eyes before.

Shaking herself bodily, she takes a deep breath and senses someone staring at her. She lifts her eyes, to meet his, he leans on her desk, his gaze boring into her. She gasps aloud, as her lips part, she tries to remember her anger at him as he hummed…but instead all she can think of is how incredible it felt to have him pressed tight to her in the elevator. She gasps aloud, her chest heaving and she gulps in air, fidgeting with the pen still gripped in her hand.

He opens his mouth to speak, but a wretched groan is all that comes out. Her lips part as if to speak…and she moans. He reaches for her hand and pulls her from her chair. She follows his pull, coming lithely from her chair, light on her feet, she leans towards him.

He smiles, squeezes her hand and pulls her along…past his secretary and into his office. He turns abruptly, and pushes her against the closed door. His lips finding hers, his mind swimming as he drowns in the velvety softness of her lips. His tongue pushing past her lips, he explores her mouth, still tasting faintly of toothpaste.

He pins her arms above her head with one hand while his other encircles her neck, caressing downward, feeling her soft skin. His fingers walking until they meet with the buttons of her blouse, he fumbles,unable to get them undone and with a growl he rips the front open, buttons flying. The sound of the fabric tearing, makes his cock twitch in his pants, her mound thrusts hard against him…and she moans into his open mouth.

He pulls up her skirt and yanks down her panties. She kicks frantically until they hit the floor and she can spread her legs. Her sex is quivering, pulsing with a life of its own, it pours sweet stickiness onto her thighs. He struggles with his pants, finally popping his own button and tearing at his zipper, freeing his raging cock. He pushes it between her thighs, her moans telling him of her desire.

She can hardly breathe, this man has brought to life dormant feelings in the blink of an eye. He is holding her hands, but she has no desire to move. As he tore her shirt free she thought that she might cum right there, just the sound of ripping fabric rocked her to her very core. Her legs tremble with the force of her desire, her breasts heaving, barely held in check by the lacy bra.

Unaware of their surroundings, it is only each other. He kisses her neck, teeth tearing at her flesh, his cock stroking her inner thighs. His mouth lower as he teases her nipples from her bra, sucking each in turn until her cries of desire become so loud that he growls and drags her to his desk.

Pushing her backwards onto the desk he attacks her pussy with his mouth. It is an attack, his tongue stabbing at her exposed clit, his teeth tearing at her pussy lips. He glances up to see her toying with her nipples, her entire body quivering. He renews his siege of her pussy, delving deep into her wet slit with his fingers, he pushes two inside her, curling them upwards and pressing as he thrusts hard, his tongue a constant drumming on her clit.

She cannot believe how her body is responding to this man. The depth of her arousal, the height to which he is driving her. The room spins, colours blur and she hears somebody screaming. The scream echoes the room, and suddenly she realizes it is hers. Shocked she opens her eyes and looks at him, his head buried in her streaming slit, his tongue causing her entire body to quiver as the orgasm continues to roll through her. She reaches to tangle her fingers in his hair, lifting her hips, pushing on him from above and below. She can feel the vibrations on her clit as he moans.

He is so aroused by the feel and sound and taste of this woman, his cock aching with the need to bury it deep in her tightness. He grabs her orgasming body and pulls her ass so that it hangs off the edge of the desk. He spreads her legs wide, and stares, open mouthed at the treasure before him. Her sweet nectar dripping from her pulsing sex.

Her moans reaching his ears, his cock tight, his balls full of spunk. He positions his cock at her entrance, pulls her legs wider still and takes a deep breath. With held breath he catches her stare, their eyes lock and with an urgent need, he drives his cock into her tight tunnel, his breath exploding as he groans.

His cock sheathed in her pussy, her muscles squeezing and releasing, he holds still, buried to the hilt. Their eyes still caught in their lustful gaze, he starts to slowly move in and out, watching her face, the look of sheer bliss that falls over her causing him to shudder violently. He cannot hold back, he pounds her pussy, tip to base, tip to base, feeling his cock grow…deeper and harder he takes her quivering cunt.

She watches him, his cock at her entrance, and then absolute heaven as he pushes in, her muscles spasming, trembling, she bites her bottom lip. He stares into her eyes, she feels that he can see right into her, see her deepest desires.

She sees the look that comes over his face, like a mask , and he starts to fuck her mercilessly. His cock a battering ram that must break through her delicate vaginal walls. She tenses and feels that familiar tightness, she reaches for her clit and frigs it while he hammers into her. She screams, over and over, her body bucking under his, her eyes close as she loses herself.

He feels the change in her body, but is still unprepared for her violent orgasm. He grabs her tighter, holding her beneath him, his cock impaling her, her walls crushing his cock as she spirals into her climax. His own scream mixes with hers, and he explodes within, his heavy balls letting loose their torrent of seed. It shoots up his cock and erupts like a volcanic explosion . He grips her so tightly it hurts his fingers and her cunt continues to milk his spunking cock.

As one, their bodies seem to settle, passion spent, muscles weary. He lets go of her legs, but stays buried inside her. His breathing starts to slow and even out as does hers. They stare at each other, as if seeing each other for the first time.

A smile plays over her lips as she at least finds a voice, “Hello, it is nice to meet you, my name is Becky.” His laugh resonates around the room as he pulls his throbbing cock from her tightness and pulls her up to meet his lips in a kiss. “Well Becky, I must say that it is indeed a pleasure meeting you.” a smile crinkles the skin around his eyes, “Just call me Tom.”

He waits, held within her for a long time, then gathers her into his arms, “We may have done this a little backwards, but would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

Her answer, a passionate kiss, licking the sweetness from his lips, tasting her sweet nectar as their tongues dance.

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A note from Jayne.

This is a regrettable, though not unusual story. More often it is the man experiencing the situation but not always. Sometimes, as it is with me it’s the woman who has the problem because it’s the man who has lost his sex drive.

This story is about how I coped with an unsatisfactory sex life. It’s what I did to fight the temptation to go elsewhere and not be physically unfaithful to my husband who I love in every way other than sexually, but with that he won’t let me love him as he has lost interest in sex.

I thought long and deeply as to the possible reasons for this including my ageing. As women move through their forties, many undergo changes, both emotionally and physically which leads to their libido reducing. Also, with many their bodies succumb to the challenges of middle age and are beset with appearance and weight issues.

I didn’t feel that I was guilty of any of these ‘sins.’ I had put on hardly any weight in the past ten years and was still around one forty pounds, my breasts, although of ample D cup proportions had not sagged significantly and my butt had by no means fallen. The attention I got from guys of all ages at the tennis club and other places confirmed to me that men still found me attractive and wanted me.

So, I concluded that it was him and after many false starts we talked about it and he broadly agreed it was him and not me but with the proviso, ‘it’ll get better soon.’ This is the story of that soon!

*****

Part 1 Masturbation.

I desperately didn’t want to be unfaithful to my husband. It was morally wrong; it was breaking my marriage vows and the bond between us. John and I had been together for over twenty years and not once in that time had I thought seriously about another man in any romantic or sexual sense. That was until recently and when it happened, I could hardly believe it.

John was away as he had been increasingly in recent years. I was ok with that but after the children had left home not only was I lonely but he was away for longer periods and worked even more hours when not away. That led to the inevitable I suppose. The two or three times a week sex had already become weekly at best and was now becoming less than that. At forty-four I was too young for a once or twice a month sexual arrangement. So, I masturbated to compensate. At first that was just now and then usually when he was travelling. But like a drug or an alcoholic the ‘once when I really needed it’ slowly became an ‘I was gagging for it’ regular and frequent event.

And that night I really needed it. He had gone off on a two- week tour of the Far East and Australia without making love to me the night before he travelled as he usually had. I was a little disappointed that he had not initiated anything. I had made it as obvious as I could without saying ‘please fuck me’ that I wanted sex. As we got undressed, I lingered taking my bra off and after dropping it into the basket, I cupped each D cup sized breast and lifted them to apply body lotion hoping he was looking. I went into the bathroom wearing just the flimsy black thong and sat on the stool knowing that as I brushed my spiky, blonde hair, my full tits would wobble and jiggle. Through the wide-open bathroom door, I glanced at him several times as he undressed, hoping he would say or do something or, as he removed his boxers I might see some sign of interest. There was nothing. No suggestive phrases, no compliments on how good my bum looked in the thong or how my jiggling tits got to him and certainly there was no hint at all of any hardening of his quite gorgeous cock.

This was so different to how it used to be. Up until a couple of years ago, which I think coincided with him turning fifty, John would have been all over me and I doubt that I would have had the chance to brush my hair before he would have been behind me cupping and squeezing my tits.

Tonight, though, my husband of twenty-two years was more interested in getting to sleep than getting to me!

For the first few days he was away my frustration slowly increased and on the Thursday mid-afternoon, five days after he left, I was ‘gagging’ for it and masturbation became essential.

Over the recent past I had developed and refined my masturbatory techniques. I had two. One, my quickie for when I needed it badly but had little time revolved around my vibrator. Sometimes partially clothed with my knickers still on I would use the throbbing surrogate cock on my breasts, clit and pussy until I had a climax. And that didn’t usually take long.

Then there were times when I was not rushed and I could have my ‘relaxed jerk off’ as I called it! And this was one of those.

I started by taking a large vodka with lemon, ice and water upstairs where I parked that on the bedside table, his side not mine. I undressed and had a shower. Why? I have no idea but it had become part of my ritual. Clean, warm, relaxed and naked I would spread one of those very doeda large beach towels on our marital bed. I would never do it on one of the other beds in the house, always ours. Maybe symbolising the closeness we no longer had sexually or, perhaps as a wish and hope for that to return. I laid it right in the middle of the bed, the area that of late had become a no man’s land between us!

Placing the big vibrator, the one that John didn’t know I had on the towel I got the lube that I kept hidden with my cosmetics and womanly lotions. It was in a plastic bottle with a top that you pushed thus squirting the lubricant. With that in hand, I stood before the full-length mirror. My spiky, blonde hair was slightly damp as I hadn’t bothered using the drier just the towel after showering and my glasses had steamed up a little so I wiped those and looked at myself in the mirror. Fuck something was missing, part of the ritual, an aspect of my masturbatory ceremony wasn’t there. Naked with my double D cup boobs jiggling I crossed our large bedroom and went into my dressing room. Looking in the mirror again I smiled as I saw how, the four-inch-high, strappy heels made me taller and my legs look slimmer and shapelier, I liked the look and smiled thinking how John just wouldn’t get it if I wore them to bed as I did in my jerk of ritual.

I started with my upper chest between where the swell of my breasts began and my shoulders. The lube felt beautiful. Soothingly smooth and caressingly cool I had squirted it from the plastic bottle onto both hands that I then ran over my chest covering that with the erotically smooth lotion. I went near, but not quite on, to where my boobs flare out from my chest and where the normal feelings when touching one’s body becomes sexual sensitive. But as I refreshed the lube on my hands, I felt my heart starting to pound knowing what was coming next. I put both of my hands under my boobs, lifted them and slowly slid my hands and the lube along the undersides then upwards past and over my nipples that naturally were stunningly hard and onto the tops of them so that I covered each breast with the slippery lube. My eyes were half closed and my mouth was slightly open I noticed as I continued anointing my breasts until all of the flesh, was shiny and slippery. I didn’t linger too much as I had done that before and given myself an orgasm standing up and that’s hard to handle. Hence, I didn’t press them together or pinch and squeeze the luscious flesh but instead I moved downwards and covered myself down to my waist where previous experience had taught me that I should stop.

Taking another largish swig of the very large vodka I laid on the bed on my back in the middle on the towel with the lube in my hand. I had bought it online and it was as the ad promised sensual and smooth and unlike oil that I had used in the past this washed off quite easily.

Now I was to attend to the below the waist area including my thighs. I rarely went any further down my legs or round the back though I had fondled my bottom a few times including the crease between my cheeks going as far a couple of times to gently finger myself and use the small vibrator there experiencing a surprisingly strong anally induced orgasm. That was not for today though, no today was to be straightforward, well as straightforward as my ritualised masturbation could be.

I moved to my tummy. As usual, I put a large blob on my navel and then squirted downwards in a straight line into and through my then trimmed, landing strip of pubic hairs. Again, loving the feeling as the cool lube went onto my flesh I paused for a moment or two and then smoothed it out across my entire stomach from my waist to my crotch and from hip bone to hip bone. The sensations as my hands slid down into the hairs and onto my mound were sensational and I knew then that tonight was going to work, though it doesn’t always!

I then started to masturbate, slow, gently and purposefully. Using both hands I covered my stomach several times with languid sweeps going nearer and nearer to, but avoiding touching, my clit although that was pounding with need for attention. As well as that, my breasts generally and my nipples in particular were bursting with the need to be pinched. Each boob felt so full and large and heavy and to my touch warm and throbbing. I moved one hand, I can’t recall which, to my breasts and squeezed, fondled, pinched and pulled the pliant so sensitive flesh and nipples of each one. At the same time my other hand that had now completed its massage and fondling of my stomach and inner thighs which I had made available to it by spreading my legs, slid further down and cupped my vulva.

I was now fully into my masturbation and was writhing against both hands with my back arched and legs now clamped round the one between my legs. The fingers on that were focusing more on rubbing my clit than going inside me although they did run around and between my lips which, of course were soaked eş değiştirmeli porno with a combination of the lube and my own juices.

I started to cum. It began in the pit of my stomach and my breasts almost at the same time. At first it was just an irritation, a bit like an itch but rapidly it became a warmth and a tingling that grew in intensity until my entire body felt alive and my mind was filled with such a desire to reach the peak of the orgasm. Half of me wanted it to go on and on and the other half wanted the climax to explode to let my feelings out.

Lurid thoughts were going through my mind as I was wishing so strongly that I was being fucked, that it was not my hand down there but a cock. My cunt felt so alive, so sensitive and so in need of being filled. My breasts wanted a mouth to suck and kiss and bite them and my body wanted another pressed against it with a pair of strong, muscular arms round me. My entire being wanted to be fucked, hard, deep and long. Yes, as my mind and body roared towards that emotionally, majestic peak of an orgasm I was being fucked, arms were holding me, a mouth was on mine and a cock was buried deep in me and that was fucking me. Suddenly, out of the blue that until then anonymous cock belonged to someone I knew, my tennis coach. I was imagining being fucked by a younger guy who I had said jokingly to a friend that I fancied and that was the start of my quasi unfaithfulness and search for sexual satisfaction by means other than my husband

*

That was the start. The beginning of my adventures into an alternative sex life. The commencement of my attempts to remain faithful to my husband yet gain the sexual satisfaction I so desperately needed.

Obviously, I had masturbated quite frequently when I was younger but when John and I became a ‘number,’ got engaged and then married it seemed unfaithful to him to give myself orgasms especially thinking about others so I stopped. But now I was back into it again and I needed something to help me. Something other than imagining it was my tennis coach making love to me.

I had always enjoyed writing and in the past I had started several novels each of which included some steamy scenes. That made me think why not carry them on? I still had the incomplete stories online and I pulled them up and read them. And to my amazement they turned me on so much that I masturbated. That happened numerous times until I ran out of the ‘online steamy scenes.’ So, I wrote some more and that led to me writing complete stories; not novels but 4 to 5000 words of sexual escapades. The writing itself was a big turn on and reading them when finished was even more so. But then there was a big come down. I’d written the bloody things which, even though I was thinking it myself, were pretty good and it seemed such a shame for them to then just be filed back on my hard disc. Then I found Literotica and I published one. Seeing my story online on an erotic story site was one hell of a buzz and when I got feedback and comments that was multiplied many times. That hooked me and I wrote more, I replied to comments left on the site, I entered into email exchanges and then I started to use the chat rooms.

At first, I merely exchanged views on my Lit submissions and then one or the other would say. ‘Tell me about you’ and we exchanged hobbies, work, partner status and the like. As I progressed down that path many would drop by the wayside, largely because they had difficulty expressing themselves in writing. Some though survived and I developed some really interesting online relationships. As time went on, the chat obviously I suppose became more focused on intimate and sexual matters which was not surprising considering it was an erotic chat room.

Often, I would discuss sexual matters very frankly with strangers, including our likes and dislikes, experiences and our fantasies. I loved how open the net enabled us to be and how the anonymity encouraged online relationships to reach a stage of frankness so much quicker than reality could ever permit. I’d been hesitant at first, but after a while I have to admit that I took to exchanging very frank stuff with near strangers like a duck to water.

Also, I started writing collaborative stories with a few guys. We would agree a back story then we would take it in turns to write a part, send it to the other who would add some more, return it and so on. With others I had exchanges of emails that went on for several weeks and reached such levels of frankness that I found myself describing my orgasms in greater detail than I did in chat or I had ever done with anyone.

The combination of the story writing in each of its forms, the chat and the, now, extensive, masturbation that was happening most days and occasionally twice a day were becoming my alternative sex life; in fact they were replacing John, as my sex life, not that he was concerned but they were saving me from being unfaithful genç porno to him!

Having ‘got to know’ a guy through email, perhaps even exchanging a photo or two, and then extending that written relationship into a role-play, or even more, a story was an amazingly exciting and interesting adventure for me. To write such phrases as ‘when your cock sunk into me’ and ‘the feelings your fingers gave me as they slid into my soaking wet cunt’ were serious turn ons. With the email exchanges, it wasn’t just the writing of erotic phrases it was the knowledge that my ‘pen pal’ would soon be reading them. I loved the thought of him doing that, getting hard because of my descriptions and then masturbating over me and what I had written.

Sometimes, as I composed the stories and emails, I would touch myself, undo buttons, slide a zip down and slowly undress. Rarely did I complete a writing session fully dressed. Almost as equally rarely did I finish one without masturbating, or at least trying to; like many women, sometimes making love to oneself just doesn’t work and certainly not as easily as it seems to with men.

So I started wearing little, just panties, a silk, shorty dressing gown or nothing as I wrote my stories. I found the most sublime pleasure and enjoyment from this. Feeling my body react to the words flooding around my mind was amazing and almost always led to further masturbating.

John’s frequency of wanting sex with me stayed roughly the same which was not very often, about twice a month on average. I had now pretty much given up trying to get him to change and trying to seduce him. It was a sorry state of affairs and I felt incredibly disappointed and, of course, hurt that my husband no longer really wanted me sexually. However, I was still loath to do what featured in many of my masturbatory images or what was described in words in the role-plays and stories and that was to take a lover. So, in my way, I remained faithful to my husband.

*

Matt was all the good things I look for in an email mate. Articulate, bright and quick witted with a self-deprecating way about him and a great sense of irony. He could chat easily on most topics, was an avid golfer, had a worldly-wise approach to chat rooms and a wickedly naughty sense of humour. He was clearly up for anything on-line, but wasn’t assumptive or overly pushy. We were soon exchanging views on a wide range of topics including, of course, those of an increasingly intimate and personal nature.

He was married and, unlike most men I ‘met’ in mail, claimed to love his wife. True, he said things were a little difficult at times, but he never pushed to meet so I believed him when he wrote ‘I just like chatting to women.’ I believed him, for that was exactly what I most enjoyed, well with men mainly. We got on too well really. We were so easily able nearly every time we ‘talked’ to turn the conversation to sex; easy, comfortable, relaxed, non-threatening, flirty sex-chat. Not heavy, come-on, demanding stuff, but nevertheless stuff we admitted turned us on.

As I had with several others, I was honest with him about my personal and marital situations although I didn’t go too far into John’s and my sex life and Matt didn’t push.

I’d explained earlier when we were talking about being aroused that I didn’t cyber. I wasn’t totally sure what that was exactly, but assumed it was masturbation by at least one if not both parties. Since starting with him I had chatted to a few other men, well quite a few really and I never could work out how they found me. Most, though, were after just one thing, not much difference to reality there then!

“Don’t or haven’t?” he asked during an email exchange that had lasted for over an hour during which we exchanged photos.

“What?”

“Cyber” was his one word reply

“Both I guess,” I replied feeling the need, as I so often did on there when with a man I liked, to be totally honest.

I changed the subject and like the gentlemen he was he respected that and didn’t mention it again, well not for some time that is.

We’d been exchanging e-mails for almost a month. He wrote well. Not with classically good grammar, punctuation and spelling but with clear, picture painting descriptions and forceful narrative. I enjoyed reading his mails and, increasingly, I enjoyed composing for him. And of course, by both of us the writing became steamier and steamier. He told me in wonderfully graphic, but not pornographic, explanations exactly what he’d like to do to me. As I read them, I could imagine him doing them to me so clearly that they became my masturbation material. Just as my replies that described my feelings as he did those things to me, became his wankfest as he termed them.

“Are you sure?”‘ he typed.

“Yes, yes I am.”

When we’d last spoke on a Friday we’d got very steamy.

“God I so want to fuck you,” he’d typed near the end of the session.

This wasn’t completely out of the character of our chats but was, probably a little more intense and direct than most.

“Don’t you feel it Jay? Don’t you feel that need?”

“Right at this moment,” I typed one-handed as I pinched my swollen nipple. “There’s nothing in this world I would like more than to be fucked Matt.”

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“This is fucking madness.”

She leant against the doorframe and pulled him into the room. “You don’t like it? I thought it would be fun.”

“We have a perfectly good bed at home.” He sighed, hefting his suitcase through the door.

“You’re such a party pooper, this is just why we need to do it. A holiday will do you good.” She laughed. “Anyway, you’re not here to talk.” The door slammed behind him and he followed her down the short corridor, his possessions discarded. The bedroom was painted white with a bed to the left. Opposite, floor to ceiling windows opened out onto a sun-bleached deck that led to a wide, manicured lawn. Beyond that, was a sliver of white sand and the crystal clear waters of the Indian Ocean. In the room,she had half covered the windows with shades that streaked the room with light and shadow. It was, he thought, the perfect place for a holiday.

“What am I here for then?” He smiled, kissed her neck, the worry of every day life melting away. There was something about being here with her that made him feel unspeakably relaxed as though the sun and her calm, easy way leeched the tension right out of him and left him filled with sunlight.

“You’re here to be a warm, functioning dick, sugar.” She purred. “A balm to my aching cunt for the next couple of weeks. You don’t have to think, you don’t have to be anything to anyone but focus entirely on making me happy.”

“Oh, I-” He stuttered then stopped, beamed over at her; even after all this time she still had the power to surprise him. “You know just how to turn me on.”

“You can wear the hood or the gag.” She said, ignoring his flattery on purpose, gesturing to the two items placed on the bed. The gag was simple; black straps and a fine, silver bit that made him drool horribly. It was precisely why she had chosen it, he was certain. Next to it, was a black, latex hood that covered his face but left a sliver of his jawline free like he was some submissive superhero come to save the day. She would nip at his jaw and tell him as much whenever he wore it. “I know that you had a bit of a panic the last time we played and you had the hood on.” Her arm was curled around his waist now, her fingers rubbing tenderly at his side. “I want you to be comfortable otherwise you don’t get subby for me.” Her hand was moving in bigger, soothing arcs now, her voice a delicious lilt that made him want to sink to his knees right there. Of course, he didn’t dare to do so; she would set the pace.

“Thank you.” He kissed her hair. “You always remember.”

“I try.” She shrugged, pulled off her cardigan, flushed with the heat. “Are you feeling okay now? The trip here wasn’t too arduous, was it?”

He shook his head. “You have no idea how glad I am to be here. I’ve missed you. I missed this.” He gestured to the room.

She smiled, pulled him nearer and kissed him, her body melting against his, coming alive once more at the way he felt. In response, he ran his hands over the small of her back. “I missed you.” She whispered. “So much.”

“I know.” He said, pulling away and looking down at her with inky eyes. “Missed you, too.”

“But now we have as much time as we’d like. This holiday will do you good.” She looked up at him, batted away an errant strand of hair. It had grown longer since she had last seen him; long enough that he could pull it into a ponytail. She laughed.

“What?” He frowned at her, pulled her towards the bed. They sprawled out on the cool sheets and then, he realised, he’d never been more thankful for anything. It beat six months on a camping cot, that was certain.

“This will be fun.” She teased, pulling at his hair so that it wrapped around sex izle her hand.

“Oh.” He coloured slightly. “I hadn’t even thought of that.”

“Hmm.” She purred, pulling his jaw upward with a single movement of her palm around his ponytail. “You walked right into that one, didn’t you, sweetness?”

“I suppose I did.” He grinned. “I never thought about it. It just seemed practical.”

“I love it on you.” She pushed him back, her mouth meeting his again, their hands grappling with cotton and zips and buttons like they were parched for one another. “You look a little roughed up, it’s sexy.”

“It’s twelve hours travelling.” he laughed, his dark eyes flickering over her bared shoulders, the relief of her body underneath the thin sundress she wore. “Then, before that, a whole lot of time in the jungle.”

“Did you miss me?” She purred, her fingers loosening the buttons on his shirt. “All that time in the jungle with only your fellow naturalists for assistance.” Her mouth skated across his jaw, the stubble catching her lips. She knew that she’d end up looking like she’d been punched in the mouth but, if she was honest, she didn’t care and felt that the people in the hotel wouldn’t either. Why else would you book the honeymoon suite?

“I can’t tell you.” He smiled, genuinely relieved. “I spent so many days and nights longing to feel you next to me, to feel your body in my arms, pressed against my chest-” he stopped, kissed her again, “that at one point I began thinking about getting kidnapped by the tribespeople.”

She laughed. “Well, I’m glad to see you didn’t get eaten or ritually killed. The only person that will be kidnapping and torturing you from now on will be me.”

He sighed happily. “Now that’s something I can get behind.”

“Play your cards right and you might just.” she laughed.

“You know what I mean.” He rolled his eyes at her. “Before we start, can I just get some water?”

She nodded, let him sit up, his shirt falling open. He walked across the polished parquet and grabbed a bottle from a low table by the window.

“This is beautiful. How did you find it?” He cracked the cap off the bottle, gulped greedily.

“Well,” she watched the muscles move in his throat, her mouth aching for the feel of his yielding flesh beneath her lips. “It was all just some savvy internet searching on my part and I knew you could do with a holiday and a hot shower and some high thread-count sheets, so…” She wiggled her eyebrows at him, patted the bed again. “Please come here, I missed you so much.”

He planted the half empty bottle on the table and returned to the bed, pulled his shirt off as he went. “I’m not about to deny my Mistress, my darling wife, a moment longer.”

“Good.” She smiled. “Promise it won’t be so long next time. This was torture for me.”

“Well, I suppose.” He sucked at her neck, his fingers edging the thin strap of her dress downward. “I guess I should begin apologising.” He mewled, his sun tanned hands hiking up the thin fabric. “Between those beautiful thighs.”

“Yes.” She said, watching as he pulled her underwear off, flung it away. “Oh, yes. You have a lot of apologising to do, baby.”

“Christ,” he gasped, his fingers pushing into her, “You’re wet.”

“It’s been six months and there are some things a vibrator can’t do.”

Laughing, he kissed her thigh, his mouth working towards her darkening labia, her scent pulling him nearer, tugging right between his thighs. “Fuck, I missed you.” The words were breathed against her folds and made her shiver with pleasure.

“Come here.” Her voice was a lower whisper, her hands twisted into the sikiş izle knot of muscle at his shoulders, pulled him up towards her. They kissed again, with urgency that seemed to contain every burgeoning second of their time apart. It leaked through their clutching fingers, their hungry, love starved mouths. “Skip the toys.” Her mouth was pressed against his ear. “I just want you now.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He smiled against her skin, inhaled her; she smelt faintly of tanning oil, like she was summer itself come to burn away his sadness. “Whatever you want.”

“Oh.” Her arms pulled him against her, knotted tight against his neck. The threat of tears burned behind her eyelids. “I missed that. I missed you.” She said. “It’s like I was aching for you. Like my skin hurt.” She pulled at his khakis, grabbing his underwear with them. Their hands met as he kicked away his trousers and shoes in one, jerking movement. “Come here.” she repeated, gripping him hard so that he moaned under her touch, his body yielding to her. He rolled over, pulled her towards him, kissing her with ardour that had lain dormant during his time away, buried like a parched seed, lacking what he needed. Now, she responded, laughing, teasing him, protesting that it was her choice.

“Stop.” she laughed, pinning him down between her knees. “It seems you’ve forgotten your job while you’ve been away. You’re a little out of practise.”

“You going to show me, then?” he asked, smiling up at her. He felt the anticipation rise in his chest, liquify though every fibre of his body. It was tailed by panic, like he could try to drink her in but could never quite get enough to satiate himself. She pushed the smooth curve of her backside against his straining member, her mouth close to his.

“Ask nicely.” She grinned.

He laughed back at her, the colour rising in his cheeks.

“Go on.” she poked him in the chest. “Ask like a good boy for me, sweetness.”

“Please.” he was breathing hard, laughing. “Come on, you’re all I want. Damn, I missed those tits.” he reached up, cupped her breasts greedily.

“You’re a pig boy.” she said, his nipple caught between her thumb and forefinger. “Can’t flatter me that easily. Now, ask again. Nicely.” Her hand curled around his throat and she nibbled his jaw just hard enough to make him wince.

“Please.” He said, “Oh, please, Ma’am can you fuck me?”

“I can.” she nodded, “This vagina is functional, would you believe it?” she laughed. “But wether I will or not is an entirely different matter.”

“Please.” He laughed again, the desire tangled through the sound. He didn’t bother to hide his desperation. “I am so fucking hard, please.”

“This is what you want?” her voice sank to a whisper and she mover herself so that her wetness brushed against his aching cock. “You want me to ride you, sink over you until you change your mind and beg me to stop?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Until it hurts?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“Oh, it is.” she said, her features feline. “It’s been a good long while since I had your warm, yielding cock in me.” she purred, her fingers stroking his cheek. “And I missed it.” she added. “I missed you.”

“Do it.” He sighed heavily, jerking his hips towards her.

“If you’re going to move about then I’m going to have to tie you down.”

He didn’t respond, breathed hard against her hair instead, the thought of her doing so making his body shiver with need.

“I rather like that thought.” she smiled, as though it had just occurred to her it was the best use for him. Of course, in her mind it was and she wasted no time sliding away from him and pulling a few familiar türk porno lengths of soft rope from the suitcase. “You have no idea how worried I was bringing all of this stuff through the airport.” she laughed. “I was paranoid it would get discovered.”

“But you weren’t?” he asked.

“Obviously.” she winked. “Your secret is safe with me.”

He laughed, felt the first, neat knot secure his left wrist to the bed and then, her mouth planted against his palm.

“I have never seen you quite this excited.” she smirked, her nail running over the tip of his leaking member.

He let out a cry of pleasure in response, laughed frustratedly. To his embarrassment he still behaved like an overgrown schoolboy whenever she topped him. He had never been someone who could simply play it cool, he liked it too much, loved her to much to be anything other than relentlessly happy about it.

“Please,” he said. “Baby, I’ll be so good to you. I’ll be such a good boy.”

“Talk like that and I’ll fuck you unconscious.” she pulled the rope at his right wrist a little too tight so that his hand was contorted against the headboard. “Fucking hell, you look beautiful.”

They kissed again, her hands pressing his arching chest down into the mattress. “How about I ride that smart mouth of yours first? Shut you up a little, huh?”

“That isn’t a question.” he said. “I never know why you make it sound like one.”

“Because you always pull that face.” she answered, stepping onto the bed, her legs parted over him. She pulled off her dress and her bra, rolled her shoulders happily. “Ready?”

He nodded, watched her kneel so that her thighs were pressed gently against his cheeks, her hands against the headboard. He cursed to himself, realised how much he’d missed the smell of her, just how good she felt and tasted beneath his prying, greedy mouth. He breathed her in and mouthed her labia gently. Above him, she sighed happily, moved upward as the first warmth of his mouth shivered through her body. Finally, she settled against him, let him work tenderly at her labia, slide his tongue into her with delicate finesse. He could feel her dampen, leak into his mouth s he worked, lapping and sucking at the engorged flesh, her moans urging him on, making his own erection painfully apparent.

He flicked his tongue over the nub of her clIt, her thighs spread wider. Her hand raked through his hair tenderly then moved back to the headboard.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” she sighed, orgasm building heavily in her belly, making every last fibre from her curled toes to her just bitten lip tingle. After that, it didn’t take much more than his spit slicked finger sliding between her buttocks to make her curse with delight.

“Oh, baby, finger me.” she sighed, her bottom backing onto his fingers as he fucked her, his tongue coaxing the first flash of pleasure through her. Her orgasm came heavy and wet against his mouthing lips, like her juices were the very thing that revived him, his fingers working hard inside of her. She grunted hard, her mind empty, given over to passion and in that moment everything, the travelling, the yearning, the loneliness, the broken phone calls at three in the morning had been worth it; that single moment of lust, the sound of her pleasure kicked open the wash of subspace and ran over him like the tide over rocks.

Then, as soon and as suddenly as it had started, she pulled away, his face and fingers covered in her. She rolled next to him, her legs apart and sighed heavily.

“Get dressed.” she grinned. “You can take me for lunch.”

“But-“

Before he could finish, she planted a kiss on his mouth and tasted herself on his lips. “Later.” she promised, “I want you to be attentive at lunch and I know orgasms make you sleepy at the best of times. Come on,” she headed towards the bathroom. “You can tell me all about your adventures. There’s a great place down the beach.”

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