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I think of you ’tis true
the vibes so strong …so clear
can’t help loving you
my feelings so sincere.

I feel you all the time that’s the effect you have on me, being with you is my tonic, the feel and the essence of that which is you, so deep and so blue as you watch me do the things you want me to.
You are my aphrodisiac, I need nothing more except us to be together, no matter where, in the bedroom, the shower or on the floor.

When the day passes to night
my mind, my body is full of love
the flame in my being set alight
something in the ether or from above.

But that is not all, your touch make me thrill, we kiss that kiss we love so much and then more of your certain touch.

“How does that feel baby?” you ask – those eyes looking up at me so alert and sensual.
I show my gratitude and squeeze your buttocks and you sigh taking me so deep, the feel of your warm mouth exploring all and the teasing touch beneath which takes my breath away.

The longing so acute, so strong
the pounding in qiqitv.info my arteries grows
I pray that it will not be long
before the love inside flows
You enjoy me slow and deliberated, loving it the way you do, now you are there and I want the feel and taste of you too.

We are in perfect unison, I love to touch and feel and watch you blush as I do, feel you rise to in my mouth as I suck you. I feel your fingers stretch my mouth as I take savour your nectar, I see you watch as I aim to take you with my tongue – your peach delight is the tower in my castle and I am the moat surrounding its esteem, nice and deep and clean, your full ripe wetness filling my soul as I think of later when we finally reach our goal…

The aching to love, to lust
Takes over my intellect
we need to pair that’s a must
love’s fullness so very erect

I lay there feeling so good, that I can be this way for you, so full and blue, no holds barred as I tease my fingers inside you, in between those gorgeous white thighs and beneath your red thong, of which I have fantasised for so very long

The time is here to enjoy
exploring caressing so good
a girl and a boy
it’s sort of understood

We share the joys love gives, we take it sixty nine right down the line, I take in the scent of you and the taste of you complete. This is how it is every time we meet. We smother each other with those kisses so indulging and hot, the silkiness of your busy deep French kiss sending me in a frenzy.

You climb on top then. I lay stretched out on the thick pile rug. You close those gorgeous deep set blue eyes and swish your head backwards. I feel the eagerness of your hand guiding me between your femininity, I feel the warmth of your peach ripe pussy quenching the hard fullness of my throbbing head as you rub your silky pussy lips forward and back. I hear you moan so sweet and the quickness of your breath as you play with me. Guiding me inside you and then out again, teasing me. How you love to do that. One moment I am in for the fuck and next it cools again. But you know exactly what you are doing and what we both like. The next moment, before the fuck, you quench me, working your gorgeous hips upwards so that my head rests between your thighs, deep into your womanhood, and then you work your hips around and around and I enjoy your tango, succulent and deep as you start to get very wet and you crave for the feel of my fuck inside you

Then comes the real Waterloo
we pass the point of no return
I am there and you are too
and there’s still a lot to learn

We chill and lay there still and silent and cherish the moment. But then fulfilled we take on the second mode and you lead me to the shower where we share our passion beneath the tepid water, turning hot and then cold and soon I feel you take hold and we are there once again, you clamber up on me, your legs surrounding and I feel the heaven once more as we fuck each other to the core.

How is it so perfect and what makes it so, is it just love or something more?

But that is the mystery of it all
the erotica, the joy and something more
makes you wanna stand so tall
God…I do love you to the very core

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“Don’t you want to fuck me too?”

The 18-year-old babysitter’s words echoed in my mind in the next few days at my soulless office, which was lit in a permanent florescent noonday glow. The night after she gave me the blowjob, I paid Kristine for her time babysitting, and told her to go home. As much as I wanted to take her up to my bedroom and have my way with her, I simply couldn’t risk the fact that my son might hear us.

After his mother’s passing Luke had had trouble at school. Not acting out, really, more like the opposite. He withdrew and stayed alone on the playground. A teacher found him sitting in the sandbox where the younger children play, quietly sifting the sand through his hands, staring into the dust it stirred up when it hit the ground.

“It’s like he’s having an existential crisis, and he’s only ten,” Mrs. Lehmann, the school counselor, told me. She didn’t know if this was normal behavior for children who had lost parents. She didn’t have any recommendations, except that I keep an eye on him and try to get him to talk about his feelings, which I did anyway. Her eyes were visibly moist, and when she talked about the teacher finding Luke alone with the sand she even seemed to suppress a sob.

I didn’t know if it was normal for counselors to be unable to control their emotions, and I decided it didn’t matter. I had a hard time myself sometimes.

For this reason and many others, I decided I could not see Kristine again. The moments of lust that we had shared for time that she was stretched across my lap and while she sucked my cock had been a welcome change from the constant drudgery of my life after my wife’s death, which consisted of the gym, office and home. I loved my son and I loved every moment that I was able to spend with him, but I sorely missed my wife’s touch. For the first few months after her passing, I couldn’t be aroused by anything.

I even tried sleeping with a friend of my wife’s who had more or less thrown herself at me during the funeral. She was a quite attractive 40-year-old mother of two who was in great shape from her job teaching bikram yoga. We fucked for almost an hour in a variety of positions until I had to admit to her that I couldn’t feel anything and was never going to cum. She never called me back afterwards, even though she assured me that she understood. I went months without even thinking about sex. Kristine had been the first to change this.

After my decision not to see Kristine anymore, I had to hire a new babysitter. I really disliked the process. Mike, my poker buddy, Escort Çankaya had recommended Kristine to me because his oldest daughter was a classmate of hers. I couldn’t ask him for another recommendation without telling him about our encounter. I went through the process of placing ads. I knew that I was going to have to explain to Luke at some point why Kristine wasn’t coming back, so I stayed around the house for the next several weeks and did without seeing my friends or any kind of adult contact outside of work.

In the meantime, several calls came from local girls who wanted to babysit. I interviewed three of them, but they all seemed immature. I considered hiring a 19-year-old college student named Katie who seemed responsible enough, but when she mentioned her boyfriend I couldn’t help but flash back to the night I saw Kristine giving head to her friend from school, and so I told her I’d think it over, but I never called her back. I couldn’t risk hiring a slutty sitter for a second time.

Finally, I ran into an older woman from the church we used to go to who offered to sit for Luke anytime that I wanted to go out. She told me that her daughter, recently divorced, was ready to date again. Thinking I should take my mind off of Kristine, I decided to take the woman up on her offer, and to give her daughter a call as well.

Her daughter’s name was Mara, she was 28 years old, and she worked in human resources for a local company but was passionate about writing. I had no idea what this particular combination of qualities would add up to in person.

She was obviously expecting my call, so we moved past the formalities quickly and arranged to meet at a local TGI Fridays. I was afraid my choice of restaurant would insult her writerly pretensions but we both lived nearby and the closest non-chain restaurant was an hour in every direction.

As Friday approached, I was nervous about the date, but not for the normal reasons. I was afraid of disappointing Mara because of my general apathy; I was afraid she would feel like I was using her as a foothold on my way out of my pit of despair.

She was already at the bar when I arrived. I recognized her from the pictures we had exchanged via e-mail. She had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and a sympathetic face. Thankfully she was slim, which was by no means something that goes without saying the in Midwestern united states. I was relieved to see her drinking beer, and a Samuel Adams at that, which spoke volumes for our potential future compatibility.

We sat Çankaya Escort at a booth and ordered an appetizer, an assortment of small bits of food, each of which had lost its individual particularities of appearance and flavor during its trip through the deep fryer. I was relieved to discover that Mara was not a vegan.

After the appetizer, our beers were almost empty. Now was the time to decide whether or not we would have a second drink. Mara had proven herself to be an engaging conversationalist. She had worked for newspapers, had lived abroad, and had taken the job in the HR firm as a way to save money before launching a career as a freelancer. I was pleasantly surprised.

As we asked the waitress for another round, my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. Thinking it might be from Mara’s mom who was sitting for Luke, I excused myself quickly and took it out to read it. I was completely unprepared for what it said:

“Hi Mr Richards. So you decided to come see me at my new job? I’ll meet you in the men’s room in 5 min. – Kristine.”

“Everything ok?” asked Mara as I stared at the screen.

“Yeah. Yeah everything’s fine. It’s the phone company telling me they’re going to deduct my bill for this month,” I said.

I tried to smile as if nothing had happened. On the one had I was angry that Kristine was trying to ruin my date with Mara, but on the other hand, I couldn’t forget the image of my spunk coating her beautiful teen face and her licking it up with gusto. In the end, my cock made the decision for me.

“Could you excuse me for a second?” I asked, “I have to go to the restroom.”

The men’s room was handicapped-accessible, that is, it was a large room with no stalls and a lock on the door. A few seconds after I went in, I heard a faint knock. My heart pounded as I turned the knob and Kristine bounded in, her perky breasts poking out from under her unflattering TGI Friday’s uniform. She turned quickly to lock the door behind her then jumped up to give me a peck on the cheek.

“Happy to see me Mr Richards?” she asked.

“Surprised is more like it.”

“But you’re a little happy?”

“Part of me is happy.”

“What part is that Mr Richards?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

She dropped to her knees and slowly unbuttoned her shirt to expose her ample cleavage. This time, her bra was black. She looked up at me playfully as she unzipped my pants.

“Are you sure your girlfriend won’t mind?”

“Are you sure your boyfriend won’t mind?”

“We broke up.”

I gasped Çankaya Escort Bayan as she took my cock in her mouth.

“What happened?”

She bobbed up and down for a moment before coming up for air.

“He caught me sucking his friend’s cock in the school parking lot.”

“Imagine that,” I said, watching my cock disappear between her thick, full lips.

“I guess my secret’s out,” she said, taking my rock hard cock out of her mouth, standing up and pulling down her uniform pants.

“Oh?” I asked, stroking my cock as she pulled down her black thong panties and leaned forward to support herself against the wall.

“I’m a total slut,” she said, taking my cock in one hand and guiding it into her moist pussy.

“Mmm,” I said, savoring the first thrust inside her, “you certainly are, aren’t you?”

I began to fuck her like I hadn’t fucked anyone before but my wife. I started out slow, then sped up, then slowed down again. I twisted my hips and Kristine moaned as my cock stroked unknown pleasure points inside her pussy. I reached around and teased her clit with my fingers. I slapped her ass so hard I left a big red handprint on it. I was so lost in the moment I almost forgot I was on a date and that Mara was waiting for me at the table.

“Cum for me you little slut,” I said as I sped up.

“Oh yes,” she cried, “Your cock feels so good.”

“Tell me you want it.”

“Oh yes Mr Richards. I want your cock.”

“Yell it. Scream it so they can hear you outside.”

“GIVE ME YOUR COCK MR RICHARDS,” she screamed.

“Yes, take it you little whore,” I said, fucking her harder and slapping her ass.

“OH PLEASE FUCK ME. PLEASE.”

She came hard on my cock, her inner muscles trembling in pleasure.

“I’m going to cum inside you,” I announced, speeding up.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, coming down from her orgasm, “fill up my pussy with your cum.”

I came in a hard burst, shooting stream after stream of hot cum into her tight 18-year-old pussy. After I had loosed the last volley, I pulled out and caught my breath. To my surprise, Kristine turned around, got on her knees, and sucked the last few drops of cum from my cock. Then she smiled up at me and said “You can go back to your girlfriend now. I hope she doesn’t smell my pussy on you when you fuck her later tonight.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” I said, zipping up my pants and inspecting my clothing for traces of our encounter.

“Whatever,” said Kristine, “you’ve got my number. We should do this again sometime.”

She gave me a peck on the cheek, zipped up her pants and disappeared out the door. As I washed my hands I got another text message on my phone:

“I can feel your cum dripping down my leg ;-).” It said.

God, I thought, how am I going to deal with this woman?

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Lisa felt the familiar pumping as her conquest of the evening squirted his cum into her. She wondered why she had bothered to say ‘yes’ and bring him home. He was an indifferent fuck. On the bright side she’d managed to pick up a good looking man and he was the one who had to get up and leave when finished.

He had a nice body and a very nice cock but he was a dud in bed. His cock was just the right length, not the sort that would bash her cervix with each thrust. He was a good thickness and his cockhead was of sufficient size for her to enjoy the sensation of it penetrating her. Trouble was he was lazy and relied upon his nice cock to work the magic.

It was nice to have a comfortable cock inside her but she didn’t have sex just to feel nice. She wanted to feel wonderful and at least satisfied.

One of the reasons she’d left her husband was that apart from hiring young women to suck his cock at work he wasn’t that good in the sack. Here she was on her back, legs open hoping this one would finish and leave.

Lisa loved cock. When younger she’d been seduced by a much older man who from the moment he first laid a hand on her had treated her like a princess and, God, the things he’d done to her! She still shuddered in nostalgic bliss at the thought of his tongue probing her virgin pussy, how he gently fingered her open and put her to his cock for the first time, how he savoured and raved about her taste.

She’d not wanted for anything when she was in his bed. In a sense all men with one or two exceptions had been a letdown after him.

When she’d left her husband she’d called him and, by God, even at 65 he’d still got the capacity to turn her insides to a warm pulsing goo. She’d told him that she’d like to be his lover again but he’d made her promise to fuck other men and not to feel guilty should she fall for one. He felt he was getting on in years and that Lisa needed a younger man to tend to her requirements. His business interests would eventually see him retiring to a tax haven in the Channel Islands – somewhere she didn’t want to go.

She agreed reluctantly but once or twice a week would bring her pussy for its regular oral check up. The feel of his cock slowly inflating in her mouth was all it took to moisten her panties. Still, she now accepted that their relationship had a finite existance, even as she knelt biting the pillows in ecstasy while his adorable cock sheathed and unsheathed itself with her pussy.

Back in the present she felt the cock slowly shrink and slip from her pussy. The head touched her inner lips an dropped alongthecleft of her buttocks. She was relieved to be empty again. She took the cock’s owner by the hand and showed him the bathroom. As she emptied herself and washed in the bidet he showered. She got him dressed, out the door in short order and returned to bed to masturbate.

This couldn’t go on. She had to become more choosey. For God’s sake she was a tall, slender 36 year old. Her skin was pale and flawless, her hair a flaming red. She had firm c-cup breasts tipped with pale pink nipples. Between her legs, framed by red curls, sat her feminine treasure box. Any man lucky enough to get to see this was in for a treat.

As she shuddered to her self-induced orgasm she vowed not to be quite so promiscuous in future. What she needed was a competant lover she could rely on into the future. She was even prepared to train one up, but if she were to do that she’d have to be sure it was love. She wasn’t about to waste her time any more – well almost.

Lisa decided to take herself on a holiday for one last binge on men before she set about her quest. For some inexplicable reason she booked a trip to a tropical resort just off New Caledonia. Inexplicable because she couldn’t take the sun so it would be umbrellas and midnight dips. She also hoped it would be a final feast of cock.

She flew out of Auckland to Melbourne and went wild in the shops for a few days. Boarding her flight at Tullamarine for Tontouta she savoured the new silk undergarments she had purchased as they pressed to her pleasure centres. In business class she sat beside a handsome looking man in his forties. She heard an unfamiliar accent when she exchanged pleasantries with him. It turned out he was from Quebec and his name was Guy.

He was well put together and when he stood up halfway through the three hour flight to stretch his legs she saw he was well over six feet tall and had a very interesting rear. They had been chatting away during the flight. Lisa was keen to brush up her French and it only took a short while to get used to his idiosyncratic North American French. She liked his manner of speaking and found the accent very pleasant.

He was travelling to New Caledonia to check on a tourism project of his. It was about 20 minutes from where Lisa was booked in. He spoke very highly of where she was staying but expressed his regret that he would not be given the chance to cater to her needs. His blue eyes twinkled as he delivered that line. Lisa’s first hint that Escort Bayan this man had some qualities beyond his looks came when she made her pass at him.

She looked him staight in the eye and told him he was welcome to cater to her needs now if he wished. He smiled and without turning a hair replied that in his estimation she was not a woman to be had in an aircraft toilet. Adding with a wink that they could not possibly have time as there was only an hour and twenty minutes left of the flight.

“I’m forty-five now. I don’t like to rush such things.”

Lisa’s new panties got their baptism of moisture.

“If you would like and some lucky man has not already fallen for your charms I would very much like to have you for dinner tomorrow evening.”

The ambiguity in the invitation was quite intentional.

“I think I should like you to have me for dinner.” Came Lisa’s calculated response.

They had just finished their arrangements as the aircraft began to descend.

After clearing customs Lisa headed to her connecting flight and Guy to Noumea to attend to some business and to join his yacht for the voyage to his resort.

Lisa arrived and after washing the travel off her and tending to her soaked pussy went and settled under an umbrella at the beach. She wore a little, black, silky bikini bottom and a diaphonous wrap. As she removed her cover and sat down a number of wives had cause to dig their husbands in the ribs.

The skimpy black pussy cover merely highlighted her delicate beauty. She relaxed and contemplated the certainty of sex with her new friend.

That evening and the next day passed in a pleasant fog of wine and sexual anticipation. At 5pm that afternoon she stood at the jetty as Guy’s resort’s launch eased in. She boarded and joined Guy at the stern as he opened a bottle of the wine he’d purchased in Australia. The launch departed and made the 20 minute run to Guy’s.

His was a small very exclusive, clothing optional resort to which nobody under 20 was admitted. Lisa understood why as she stepped off the launch and walked arm in arm with Guy past a couple entwined on the shore. A handsome cock was at the young woman’s entrance. As she walked by Lisa heard the sigh of insertion. Why hadn’t she come here? She mused.

Lisa asked if she were overdressed only to be told that she might wear as much or as little as she pleased. Personally Guy liked to imagine what she looked like naked for the moment. He imagined her nether hair and just how delicate her scent might be. They made their way along the beach to a comfortable looking french colonial style house. This was Guy’s private area. They kicked off their shoes and padded inside barefoot. Their dinner was waiting in the dining room when they arrived and more wine was poured. Had Lisa felt any inhibitions they were soon banished. She had worn a cream coloured chinese silk dress, silk panties and a little jewellery. Her hair she wore down and it cascaded over shoulders.

Dinner was a combination of local seafoods washed down with some wine from France. As they reached the end of the meal Guy simply stood up and taking Lisa by the hand led her to the bedroom. They exchanged a long kiss that left Lisa limp. Guy reached behind her and unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor with her ample breasts pressed to him Guy ran his hands across her silk covered cheeks. Lisa stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt. She kissed each inch of flesh she exposed. She reached his belt and unbuckled him. Soon his trousers were at his ankles. Lisa didn’t see them hit the ground. Guy wore no underwear and Lisa’s eyes never made it beyond the tanned flesh between his legs.

She remained bent over as she nuzzled his public hair. Her hand cupped his balls and allowed his expanding cock to run up across her wrist. He was a nice thickness and length. If she were to venture an opinion his cock was beautiful. It grew as she tickled his balls and began to lick his shaft. She wanted to kneel before him and love his manhood with her mouth.

She was interupted as Guy lifted her head and beckoned towards the bed. She almost reluctantly moved to it. Guy remained standing a moment. His not yet fully inflated cock twitched as it grew. What he had said to her in the plane he now began to demonstrate. He started at her toes. He ‘fellated’ each of her toes which was a first for her. It seemed that they were connected to her clit. It took him 15 minutes to get to her ankles. Another 10 to kiss his way up one leg to the back of her knee. With one leg in the air and the silk of her panties damp Guy ran his tongue along the back of her thigh to the point where flesh ended and panty began. He lowered her leg and ran his lips along the line of her panties and across the their top. He nuzzled into them and sniffed deeply as Lisa spread her legs moaned and bucked up at him. God knows how long this took.

Her panty crotch was soaked and stretched tightly across her sex. She begged Guy for relief.

Guy pulled her panties Sincan Escort down and craddling her buttocks in his hands he made oral love to her overheated sex. Lisa’s red curls were slick with juice. Her outer lips were a deep pink, flushed and puffed with desire. Her flower opened to display the route to her core. Topping the vision of beauty was her pink opalescent clit which was standing out of its hood.

Guy made his tour of all these delights and then latching onto her clit pressed is tongue to it and began to hum. Lisa thought she’d go mad. There was no relief from what Guy was doing. What happened was a need was becoming an ache. She felt her body congest with want. She couldn’t breathe properly and then it happened. One solid lick and she came. She had wet the bed with her juices. She arched her back and mouthed a scream but nothing came but the sound of rushing air. Guy had spent an eternity between her legs. Just caressing her. No man but her beloved deflowerer had ever even fucked her for that long. Guy still had to get his cock into her!

Something soft, her panties perhaps, was between her legs mopping up her fluids. Her legs were lifted, her cheeks spread and the moisture between them blotted and dabbed. Lisa lay with her ankles together and knees parted, panting with her eyes closed. As each breath emptied from her it came as a soft cry.

A kiss to her stomach that moved north across her breasts to her neck and thence to her mouth brought her partially to her senses. She came around further as a hard, warm, smooth probe began to enter her. It took a minute to get him inside her. She felt he was a nice size, filling without being uncomfortable. He felt her envelope him and grip. He could have pushed into her in a second or two. She was certainly wet enough but he wanted to feel every millimetre of her with his cock.

She felt the ripple of his bulge go deep and as his balls kissed her rear entrance she crossed her legs behind his back.. They rocked back and forth like this as Lisa had two more orgasms.

She told Guy that she would love to taste his seed. If he would permit it she wanted to suck his cock.. He withdrew slowly and lying him on his back Lisa set about orally worshiping his cock. She took some moisture from her pussy and moving from his balls down between his cheeks she inserted a finger and gently massaged him. Her only oral contact with his cock was a soft suck on his tip as her lips surrounded it. She stroked his shaft softly. With a grunt Guy bowed to the inevitable and humping her finger he spurted into her mouth. She sucked him dry and curled up beside him.

Three hours had passed. He’d been right. He’d have been useless in an aircraft toilet.

The night was punctuated with two further intimate exchanges. Lisa was greedy for Guy’s sperm. By sun-up they had made love for over 7 hours in total. Still his seed had not been deposited in her pussy. She hungrily demanded he fill her mouth each time he came close.

As she had entered the bedroom the previous evening she had noticed an odd piece of furniture. She had never seen anything like it. It was a small dark leather sofa-like object. The only problem would be that you couldn’t lie back or sit on it so far as she could tell. It was covered in a very soft hide and beside it was what looked like a black bearskin.

As the lovers stirred about 11 am Lisa asked Guy what the object was.

“Stay the day and I’ll show you this evening.”

“I’ll stay so long as I’m not imposing.” Her words cut short as she swallowed his cock.

“In that case shall I send for your luggage?”

She nodded her assent. He lifted her head from his cock.

“I want to save that for your pussy this evening if you don’t mind. Or do you not want me to come in you? Do we need contaceptives?”

She shook her head.

“No, dirty as it sounds I like the taste of sperm and yours is just delicious. Come in me right now if you want.”

“No, tonight. I will try for a special treat so you don’t feel short changed.”

Lisa’s luggage arrived and she settled in. Guy arranged for her to attend the resort spa. She walked over to it stark naked with a parisol to keep her skin from burning. She was attended to by an attractive young woman and a good looking man. They wore no clothes as seemed to be the norm for all the staff. Lisa was having her shoulders massaged as she looked up to see a lovely young cock two inches from her face. She would have stuck her tongue out but decided not to as it might have embarrassed Guy had she sucked an employee.

Her legs were spread as the massage table opened out and her masseuse slipped between her legs. Lisa felt warm soft female hands kneed her buttocks and the insides of her thighs. Her masseur’s cock remained swinging hypnotically in front of her. Lisa’s rear was entirely exposed. She felt a warm flannel begin to wash her all over her most intimate places. She was asked if she wished her pussy to be trimmed. She declined as she did not have Ankara Escort much hair anyway and Guy had expressed such admiration for her as she was. After two hours of pampering she was carried to a spa by her muscular masseur. His cock had grown to a very appealing seven inch spear. Her masseuse joined her to give her a final relaxing rub over, telling her all the time how attractive she was. As Lisa departed she noticed her young masseuse bending over the table to take her colleague’s manhood between her open legs.

Lisa floated the 400 metres to Guy’s house. She didn’t dress for dinner and nor did Guy. She told him how she had been tempted by the cock at the head of her massage table. Guy thanked her for her discretion. He told her however that she need only forbear from the staff given that she was the boss’s lover. The guests were, should she choose, hers to use as she saw fit.

Their meal was light as Guy had a surprise in store. His odd piece of furniture was a custombuilt fuck stand. The soft rug was laid across it to increase its user’s tactile pleasure.

Finally Lisa had her questions answered. The way to use it was to lie face down upon it in a crouch not unlike a motorcycle racer. The nett effect was to have her body lie along its soft centre with her knees spread and her entire rear end open, exposed and tilted to just the right angle for unspeakable acts of pleasure to take place.

There was one more surprise. It had a hydraulic system that allowed it to rise or fall and to turn if necessary. Guy explained all this to Lisa and asked if she would like him to tend to her as she relaxed upon it.

Lisa couldn’t wait. Guy offered her a blindfold. She willingly accepted. This was to be a feast for the sense of touch and she felt no need to be distracted by any other.

She tied the silk scarf herself as she straddled the pleasure seat. Then with a sigh she leant forward to embrace the fur and display herself to her lover. Guy raised the chair and began to plant little kisses all over Lisa’s back and sides. Slowly he began to move south along her spine. Christ, he didn’t stop! Her pussy flexed as her rear was kissed licked and tongued. Guy violated her bottom gently. This was new, this was dirty, this was exquisite! Now she understood why her masseuse had spend so much time primping and pampering her rear end.

By the time Guy’s tongue reached her pussy lips she was edging to her first orgasm. Her breasts were rubbing against the soft fur. Her whole front was being stimulated by it and now Guy entered her pussy with his tongue. She came, nothing could have stopped her. His lips left her she felt the chair rotate. Guy’s cock was at her lips. Hard, moist with his precum. She opened and swallowed. She tried to take him all but he risisted. He withdrew and she felt the chair turn again.

Three seconds later she was entered in one long slow stoke. She felt herself open all the way along her interior to take him. In and out, in and out. Not a word said. All darkness and stimulation about five minutes into this Lisa bagan to come again. She was not coming hard it was sweet, long and rolling. She felt enveloped in a soft cloud. This was seemless. Lisa said one word.

“Cum”

She felt Guy begin to spurt and as the first warm gush hit her insides she swooned. It wasn’t a proper fainting spell just a delicious lightheadedness as her stomach rippled and she tightened to milk his cock.

She felt herself being carried to the bed. She was spent and went to sleep immediately she hit the pillow. In the small hours she woke to feel Guy’s cum caked on her. She leant over and kissed his sleeping form. She cuddled up to him and masturbated quietly. She wasn’t in the least dissatisfied. She felt she had attained a new sexual consciousness and sought simply to revel in it as she juiced her fingers.

Lisa was blissfully happy. She didn’ know whether this was love but, by God, it was marvelous. Guy would do anything she asked of him in bed. The freedom to explore her sexuality at the resort sent her off on a journey of self exploration. To be able to lie at the waters edge and masturbate as waves lapped at her and Guy craddled her head felt so liberating.

All too soon it came her time to return to her life at home. Guy had to head for Singapore and the flight passed through Auckland so Lisa got to entertain him in her bedroom for a couple of nights. It was not an easy parting. The pair were clearly infatuated. Lisa cried at the airport as Guy’s flight left. He was through Auckland every six weeks but her pussy and her soul cried out for more. It had never been discussed but both made the assuption that their relationship was not exclusive.

Six weeks later as they relaxed between trysts. Guy asked her about her time away from him. She told of her old lover in whose arms she had consoled herself. She told Guy she assumed he had someone somewhere. He did, explaining she was married and that they saw each other only occasionally. She lived in Tahiti at the moment, she and her husband were old friends. Before Guy had been widowed the two couples were intimate friends and in the years since Adele had seen no reason to stop loving him. Lisa sensed no threat from this woman and indeed expressed a desire to meet her and her husband.

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I’d learned my sexual prowess in the hands of Sadie, our married neighbor. Since I’d turned eighteen she had been my mentor. I was pushing twenty when she told me she was leaving the area because of her husband’s health.

I was devastated. Sadie looked into my sad eyes, “I really believe you’re good enough to make yourself a little career out of your abilities.”

“A career?” I asked, as she reached to the bedside table and held out a small card.

‘MANON’ I read ‘Discreet service for ladies with taste.’ There was a telephone number.

“It’s run by a friend of mine. Ask for Ron Vincent.” Sadie whispered, her fingers stroking my belly, as she told me exactly where this establishment was.

“You’ll learn much there, Jack—and I do believe you could set up for yourself. There’s a host of lonely ladies around. Don’t waste your talent.” Then her fingers stroked over my semi-erect cock. “And don’t waste it now.”

. Within a week I found their house empty. My sex tutor had gone. And for a while I felt desperately deprived by her absence. I was about to start at the local university and the more I went into it, the more I realized that money was going to be very tight. It was then I found Sadie’s card in my shirt pocket.

Was there really something in this for me? Getting paid for making women happy. Too good to be true? I had to find out. So I rang the number on the card.

A fruity female voice answered and I asked to speak to Ron Vincent.

“Mr. Vincent is extremely busy. You can make an appointment you like.” I imagined some fat biddy all tight lips, too much make-up and thick spectacles. But I made an appointment for the following afternoon and hung up.

I was there promptly the next day. The office was up a lane just off one of the main streets in the city. A narrow staircase led to a landing with three doors. ‘Manon’ was the clear black and white sign on the first door on the left. I knocked and entered to find myself in a small office with a desk, a leather bench, and behind the desk a severe looking blonde, haired pulled back tight, face scowling her suspicion. “Can we help you?” It had been her voice on the phone. Well at least she wasn’t fat and didn’t wear spectacles.

I told her I had made an appointment to see Ron Vincent. She gave me a stare that made me feel as though I was something that had crawled out of a dead rat’s belly. Then she picked up her phone mumbled something, listened, gave me another cold glance as she put the phone down. “Mr. Vincent will see you in a few minutes. Sit there.” It was a command rather than an offer as she indicated the leather-covered bench. Watching her pounding on her keyboard I wondered if such a severe woman could ever have a lover. Little did I know.

From time to time she would glance up at me and her head would shake imperceptibly.

Ron Vincent turned out to be a little chubby man who instantly had me thinking of Danny De Vito. Bright and cheery he asked me a few general questions about myself, said he rarely found younger men really up for the job but added that anyone recommended by Sadie must have something to offer

“And I do have some clients who ask for——something younger.” His small eyes glowed as he added, “There is a test which all new applicants must go through—a suitability trial if you like.”

He stood and walked to a large mirror on the sidewall. I followed him. He dabbed at a couple of switches alongside the mirror and the next second I was staring into a small room containing a large bed, a stool and a small table on which stood a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Our testing room. qiqitv.info In a few minutes a lady will be seated on the edge of that bed. I want you to imagine she is a client demanding to be physically satisfied.”

He looked at me. “You have any objections to being viewed in action?”

I was just a little taken aback by the suddenness of it, “You mean—now?”

“If you’re up for it.” His glance and lascivious smile made it quite clear what he meant.

After only momentary hesitation I agreed. “Good,” Ron Vincent said, and he nodded towards a door alongside the see-through mirror. “A little room through there for you to strip down to your

underwear. Then through the other door and you’ll find the lady waiting. Just stay cool, son.”

I didn’t like being called ‘son’, and I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to go through with it. But as I stripped down in the small, neat changing room I began wondering what the woman waiting on the other side of the door would be like. Some old biddy, I guessed. Just to test me.

Down to my boxer shorts I tentatively opened the other door. and stepped into the bedroom, very aware of the large mirror to my left.

Sitting on the edge of the bed was a lady, blonde hair down to her shoulders, dressed in only a short silken slip. My first glance told me that the silk clung to a very delectable body, generous of breast and thigh.

My second glance shook me. I hadn’t recognized her with her hair down but it was the same severe secretary that had greeted me. She leaned back on her hands, her face tight, her head shaking, nipples thrusting at the tightened silk of her slip. “Why do I always get you young kids? I suppose you’re another one who thinks he can fuck like a man?” She sighed and lay back opening her legs so that the silk rustled, and I glimpsed smooth high inner thigh.

“Come on, then. I guess we’ll have this over in about forty five seconds.”

Her smugness almost got to me and I had an urge to jump her bones there and then. But the man had said, ‘Be cool’, so I was cool. I strolled to the table and poured red wine into each of the two glasses and carried them to the bed, holding one out to her. “No hurry is there.”

Giving me a funny look, she sat up and took the wine, “Nervous, are we?” she smirked, but I caught her eyes appraising my body. ” I guess you’re better built than most. But that proves nothing.”

We sipped our wine and I struggled for something to say that wasn’t too crass. “You look better with your hair down,” I ventured, deciding gallantry was what Ron Vincent would be looking for.

“Think you can get your pecker up?” she asked sarcastically.

I took another gulp at the wine then deliberately placed the glass on the floor and ran my fingers slowly up her arm. “Let’s see,” I said, allowing my fingers to trail around the smooth skin of her shoulder, before pushing the strap of her slip down. Her eyes glared at me contemptuously.

“Some kind of lover boy, are we?” But I thought I caught a catch in her breath as my fingers strayed down the exposed swell of her bosom. It occurred to me that she wouldn’t be doing this if she didn’t like it. All I had to do was to play this love song in her key, as Sadie had so often advised me.

With my other hand I reached across and took her glass, quickly placing it beside mine. Then I slipped her other strap and allowed both hands to trail down over each generous bosom, pushing away the silken material until her pink nipples were pointing at me. My thumbs stroked over each nipple and she turned her head towards me. I moved to put my lips on hers, but she turned her head away. “We don’t kiss,” she hissed, “Didn’t Mr. Vincent tell you?”

He hadn’t, but I didn’t answer her. Instead I dropped my head down so that my lips played over her breasts, and I heard her breathing quicken. Tentatively my tongue licked around her nipples and I felt them begin to engorge, just as I felt the rising inside my shorts.

“Let’s get more comfortable,” I urged and gently gripping her shoulders I lay her back across the bed. Her look was still slightly contemptuous as I leaned towards those magnetic breasts I remembered another piece of Sadie’s advice. “The right words can soften a lady’s heart. Praise and admiration always help.”

My lips trailed again across the delicate underside of her bosom. Nuzzling around her nipple I murmured with deliberate huskiness, “Such wonderful breasts.”

Her voice remained hard, “How many have you had—momma’s and one other?”

I might have taken that badly but kept my cool by saying, ” And your skin is so tantalizingly smooth.” I licked and sucked at her nipples while I allowed my hand to stray down her belly, pushing the material of her slip down and away, I fingered gently round her navel.

“We haven’t got all day,” she choked, but I caught the catch in her voice, and my hand spread in an increasing circular movement around her belly, without ever relaxing my mouth’s attention to her nipples.

As my circling hand touched her pubic area, I was aware of her muscles tensing momentarily. My fingers strolled over and through her silky bush until they were just touching the start of her crevice. I deliberately played one finger at that single delicate spot, never venturing any further. “A little teasing never hurts.” Sadie’s voice sounded in my head. And I listened for, and heard, the change in breathing—it came quicker, more gasping.

Slowly I moved my lips down from her breasts, over that rounded belly towards where my finger played. As I did that, I murmured, “I’m going to make you cum and cum again.”

“In your dreams, little boy,” she gasped, and it was a gasp. I felt like asking her if she wanted to bet.

Nuzzling through her pubic hair I remembered again Sadie’s advice, “When you go down on a woman remember to treat it as you would that first sip of your favorite wine. Show that you savor it.”

Savor it? I always savored it. So my first gentle sip was to replace my finger with the tip of my tongue on that delicate little crevice. Her thighs were still tightly clamped together but, as the point of my tongue probed into that secret flesh, I felt her tremble and her legs opened, allowing my fingers to trail along those hidden lips.

Her hands had been clamped down by her sides but, as my tongue flicked at that secret flap that hid her clit, I felt her fingers pressing at the back of my head, and she gave out a low moan of pleasure. Maybe the hard work was over. My tongue sought out that little hard button showing itself through the folds. I tongued it and savored it, as Sadie would have wished and was delighted to hear my companion’s cry of, “Oh, My God.”

While my lips massaged her little button my fingers felt the wetness seeping from those lower lips and I slid one finger deeper into that delicious smooth moisture. As I did that I became aware of her other hand reaching out to touch my belly and slide under my shorts. Her fingers circled my navel, setting up a delicious tingle on my skin, and it was at that point that she had the surprise of touching the tip of my burgeoning cock.

“What?” she moaned, surprised to find it extended that far up my belly. Immediately, her fingers scuttled along and around its length. “God, lad, you’re well hung.”

“All the better to fuck you with,” I said, before nuzzling back at her engorged clit, and spreading my fingers so that two probed her inner depths, while a single finger drifted to caress around her tight asshole. She gave a sharp intake of breath as that finger began to insert itself into her tight rear aperture.

Her hand pumped fiercely on my erect cock, expecting me to cum as she had said I would. No chance. Lapping at her delicate bud I set my fingers sawing in and out of the twin openings relishing the tremors that were starting in her limbs. Her voice was making strange bleating noises and then her whole body heaved, a mewing, hacking sound escaped her lips as she went into orgasm, her whole pubic area lunging up into my face.

Her fingers pushed down on my cock, “Put it in me. Put it in me. Fuck me, you bastard.”

I sat back and let her roll around in her frenzy, her eyes wild upon me, and her hand yanking at my cock.

As she subsided I whispered, “Stage one—now stage two.” And I leaned down and begin licking at her clit once more. It was bigger and soaked with the wet of her cumming.

“Oh, God,” she gasped. “What you are doing to me?”

“Pleasuring, ma’am.” I murmured, through my busy lips, which I now ran along her soaked labia.

“I can’t—can’t take —“

But I could tell by her breathing that my licks were having their effect. And as she lay there panting I swung my body round so that I could roll between her trembling thighs. She spread them willingly and I placed my cock head at her gaping entrance.

“Do it,” she begged. “Do it.”

I slid into that smooth soaked opening up to about three inches, before slowly withdrawing a couple of inches. Her hips heaved up and I gave her a further two inches before withdrawing to her labia. Her hips bucked frantically and at this point I drove my shaft full length, deep along her clinging vaginal walls. She moaned out loud. I gave her a few more full-length thrusts, saw her eyes roll up under her lids. Adjusting my position slightly I ensured that my heaving erection slid along her clit and G spot. My right hand fondled her left breast as I felt her hips lift and her head began to rock from side to side as another orgasm hit her. Yelping and bucking she came with amazing force, her whole pubic region grinding against me.

As she calmed down her eyes opened and she looked up at me with an entirely different expression, “Oh, my God, where did you learn to—“

“Not finished yet,” I told her and began pumping into her with my own balls beginning to demand release.

“You haven’t cum yet?” she breathed in amazement, and her eyes closed as my thrusts began to have their effect on her again. This time I quickened the action, feeling the walls of her vagina sucking at my rampant cock. Faster, harder and deeper I plunged and she began responding again. Her mewing noises got louder and louder until she was all but screaming out her orgasm as I felt my own ejaculation approaching.

We hit it together, pounding and roaring as wave after wave of semen pumped up into her depths.

When she’d calmed she murmured, ” You were a surprise.”

“Not to me, I wasn’t.”

“Can we do it again sometime?” she whispered.

“In your dreams, lady.” I said, withdrawing from her, seeing her eyes gazing at my fast reducing, dripping dick.

“Hell, that’s some weapon you’ve got there,” she sighed.

When I dressed and saw Ron Vincent he shook my hand and offered me a job. “Hell, son, that was some performance. I think you’ll make our ladies very happy.”

I was on my way to being a gigolo. Gigolo Jack. Watch out for my future experiences.

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“I’ll bet I can make you come with just my mouth.”

“Just your mouth?”

“Just my mouth.”

“Okay.”

Mel slides down and looks up at me while she quickly undoes my zipper and hauls out my cock, buffering me carefully against the zipper. She sits back and makes me pull my jeans all the way off, then she makes me take of my shirt. I am totally naked and she hasn’t even loosened her bra. I reach to help her out of her bra but she stops me.

“We can do that later, I promise,” she says. “Right now I want to make you come using my mouth. just my mouth.” She smiles her seductive but disarming smile. “I really want to taste you,” she says the cliché without a trace of sarcasm, sensing my discomfort at her sudden focus and my not being able to reach out to her.

“Watch me closely,” she says and immediately she slides the knob of my dick into her hot mouth and clamps her lips close around it without taking her eyes off me. Then, sure as shooting, I feel something I have never experienced before. She starts working her tongue around and over my head and twisting her mouth ever so slightly so that her lips, tongue, and teeth explore every nerve in my dick, yet I can barely see her mouth or face move from where I sit, and she never breaks the suction.

I reach for her glowing skin instinctively when I start Escort Sincan feeling the good life but mighty Mel takes my wrists and holds them firmly without moving her mouth or diverting her eyes. Yep, I’m pretty much trapped in her game.

I am going crazy and expect her to wimp out and start bobbing up and down on my shaft, swallowing me deep like she loves to do, but she doesn’t. She nibbles and sucks my head then slowly eases a little deeper, about an inch below the head, but that is all.

So now she is turning her face to that perfect angle we love so much, the one from which I can watch her lips slide around my cock head. The visual itself is damn near as powerful as her mouth work.

“God, you are so good, I mumble, I can’t believe you are not using your hands!” I mimic her jokingly to lighten up the sheer intensity of what she is doing to me. She shakes her head slowly from side to side a few times, of course without loosening her mouth suction in the least. This almost sends me over the edge and I tell her that standard line that is a cliché when anyone else says it, “I’m sorry, baby, but you’re going to make me come if you’re not careful.”

This time she nods her agreement, moving her head up and down a few times sucking harder as she nods, a sliver of smile creasing her lips at the Sincan Escort edge of my saliva slickened cock.

Girl spit has built up in her tightly closed mouth along with the clear boy cum that I can feel starting to seep from deep in my body into her mouth. As she moves along that inch and a half of dick I can see the slick wetness escaping and running and spreading out across her lips and along my shaft.

My tension buildup is enormous and I feel feverish, like I am going to absolutely disintegrate from the inside out — and I feel that other universal cliché: the need to grab my dick and jerk it off into her mouth. Nothing doing. Her hands hold my wrists firmly. I am trembling so hard I think I might just pass out – cliché after cliché darkens my word-lusting jumbled thoughts. Thankfully my confused writer’s mind collapses when my shudder builds into a wave that I know is the beginning of a massive orgasm.

“Jesus Christ, Mel! God, I’m going to come in your mouth!” She smiles that flat, tense smile — the “I know it” smile, and sucks harder yet and I burst into her mouth in torrents of scalding hot cum.

She swallows hard once before she is totally overwhelmed. She opens her thoroughly-exercised mouth for the first time, tilting back to catch the next wave of sperm that strikes the top of her Sincan Escort Bayan mouth.

She gasps and swallows again, but this time a mass of thick cum pours out across her lips and down her chin and neck and drips in thick streams onto her blouse. She diverts her eyes down for a few seconds and I can see she is working hard to swallow as much of my stuff as she possibly can.

Finally, she gets control of it, and lets the last few bursts gather in her mouth. She lifts her eyes again, smiling brightly, and slowly tilts back toward me again and opens wide so I can watch and marvel at the thick cum coating her tongue and teeth and dripping across her lips. She moves her face slowly from side to side, dragging her mouth slowly across my oozing cock head to create thick strings of salty mess.

Then, without letting go of my wrists, she slides her body up my torso, letting my cock pop out from her lips and and fall hard against her clothed breasts.

Never taking her eyes off mine, she brings her messy mouth straight to mine and holds it open, a breath away from mine.

She waits for me to open my mouth to breathe, then brings her mouth to mine, reaching for my tongue with her cum coated mouth. She tongue fucks my mouth gently and deliberately, smearing my tongue with cum and saliva and coating my lips with hers.

Timeless moments later, I collapse back onto the couch and she cuddles close to me. “That was delicious,” she purrs quietly, licking her lips. “I did all that without using my hands. I made you come in my mouth just using just my mouth.”

Priceless giggle.

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It’s been a while since I posted. Just for my readers, here’s an elevator fantasy you can get wet ( or hard) too.

*****

The long workday was finally taking its toll on him. He is leaning up against one of the steel walls of the elevator, trying to relax his stiff muscles. His eyes – dark, midnight pools with their own glimmering moons in the centers – lock on the iPhone resting in the palm of his right hand. Indulging in a private peepshow will absolutely relax him quicker.

He glances up at the steel doors that are still open. The thrill of being caught by a noisy passenger amplifies his heart rate. His left hand disappears deep in the pocket of his black slacks as he admires the pictures saved to his photo gallery. Expanding one of the images with his thumb and forefinger, his dark eyes trace over the perfect silhouette before him. All three hundred half-naked, selfies are of the same dark, red hair, caramel skin, and hazel eyed beauty.

Colorfully clad in a variety of teasing lingerie, there were no two images of her in the same outfit. Physically captured by each seductive portrait, his eyes linger to the curvy areas of the woman’s body.

Each depiction playfully hints at the skin hidden as one hand holds up the camera and the other pulls at the clothing. Numerous images show the woman on her stomach with the camera angled out in front by her extended arm. Her back arched inward, causing her plump butt to peek over her shoulder. Her bottom lip is tightly tucked away between her teeth as her innocent eyes pierced through the photos and straight to his. The visual of this beautiful woman bending over for him and kissing the camera sends chills up his spine.

The elevator doors steadily begin to close as his body responds to the sultry self-portraits. His hand travels down deeper in his pocket, letting his fingertips brush up against his hardening length. He craves the feel her soft skin against his, her sweet mouth capturing his own, and the scent of her red hair invading his nostrils. Daring to tear a hole in the cotton prison around his hand, he presses harder to reach his naked flesh. He lets his fingers glide up the growing erection in his pants. The elevator doors suddenly pause when the wheels of a suitcase cross their path.

His head is still down, but I can feel his eyes watching my perfectly sculpted legs entering the elevator. The cutout leather pumps on my feet, announcing my presence in the space. My own cellular device is cradled between my left shoulder and ear.

Standing the suitcase in front of me, I stand on the opposite side of the elevator. My manicured fingers do not even reach out to touch the elevator buttons. My room floor has already been selected; so I am free to stand back and enjoy the soothing – maybe even rough – ride upward.

I sense his eyes hovering over my shape, but I pretend not to notice. My business call is much more important – at the moment. His dark gaze starts along the short hem of my skirt before traveling down my bare, caramel legs. His pushes his body off the elevator wall, and I can see him moving closer to the elevator buttons in front of me.

Continuing to ignore him, I move my free hand to undo the three buttons of my grey blazer. My right hand rests on the back of my hip, causally opening the blazer more. The lace of my white blouse teasingly shows off my cleavage. He pushes his left hand deeper in his pocket when I let my dark, red curls fall from my bun. The object of his attraction is now physically in front of him.

Removing the phone from my ear, I lean back against the wall after finally ending my conversation. I shut my eyes for a brief second, and I can feel his intensive gaze piercing through my eyelids. The steady rising of the elevator eases the stress weighing down on my skull. Unlike him, I have no sexual depictions of him saved to my cellular device – or in general – to calm my anxiety. There are only the mental memories I hold on to from each one of our heated encounters. His domineering lust and sexual appetite are the only reason he possesses such naughty photos of me.

I peek up to see the man standing in front of me. It is surprisingly easy for me to relay no emotion even as he cocks his head and grins at me. His existence affects me internally as the pressures of work and corporate negations reflect on my exterior. Within second, however, my surface appearance begins to relax. I fall victim to his sinister and vigorous – yet sexual and captivating – eyes. Meeting his mysterious gaze with my own dim glare, I trap my lower lip between my teeth in painful cage of pleasure.

He grins while leaning back against the wall of buttons. “Rough day?”

“You have no idea.” Unable to fix my tongue to complete a full sentence, I leave him with a simple answer I know he will punish me for saying.

“Really?” His elbow Escort Bayan hits the emergency stop button before he stepped closer to me. Neither of us flinches when the elevator suddenly pauses. He – being use to spontaneous actions – barely moves as the elevator drops an inch. I am simply frozen in place looking directly into his chilling eyes.

“Enlighten me.” He pulls my semi-rimless glasses from my face, partially blinding me from the event at hand.

There was no time for me to verbally respond to his inquiry of my heavy workday. His body hovers over me just before his lips meet mine. I know he can hear my heart pounding through my chest. It is desperately fighting to break free of my rib cage and land on the elevator floor. He steps closer; now I am trapped between his solid build and the stiff wall. The heat coming off of me made the air in the elevator thin.

Our teeth clash as our tongues twirl together in a lustful tug-a-war for control. Our tongues savor the flavor of the other. He enjoys the sweet champagne still lingering on my tongue; I devour the alluring traces of gin on his.

My hands reach up to touch his face, but he claims both of my wrists in a constrictor’s grip. I feel I am gaining the upper hand on our intense lip lock; the upper hand only he is allowed to possess. His hands squeeze my wrists tighter, but there is no pain to be felt.

All my senses have rushed to my tongue and lips to keep me fully active in the kiss. He hates the lack of control and clinches my wrists tighter to show me who is the boss. The constriction goes ignored, and I take full enjoyment in what I am doing to him. Our lustful dance is suddenly ended when his teeth sink into my bottom lip. The touch is light at first, but soon he applies more pressure. My lip is a prisoner to the pleasure and pain cage again. He holds my lip between his teeth for what feels like hours. In truth, he frees me after a minute.

“Speak.” He turns her body around to face the steel wall.

“First,” I fight to reclaim control of my breathing, “my meeting was delayed for about two hours.”

His hands pull my hands behind by back. He brings both of my hands together in his right one. My hands are pressed into my lower back unable to move. His lips touch the back of my neck, and I cannot help but to shiver at the sensual touch. I can feel his lower half grinding against her backside as he keeps my body stationary.

“Go on.” He whispers.

“When we were finally in the process of negotiating…” My sudden inhale becomes trapped in my throat as his left hand roams underneath my skirt.

“Keep going.”

“The meeting didn’t go as planned; we had to reschedule everything.”

Pressing his nose into my dark hair, he deeply inhales the jasmine scent of my shampoo. “What else happened?”

I part my lips to speak, but only a faint moan escapes from my throat. I gasp when his wandering fingertips brush the front of my lacy panties. He whispers in my ear for me to continue my story, but I soon surrender to his teasing touch. His probing fingers massage the sweet spot covered by white lace. My body shudders at his touch. My hips rock against his hand. His middle finger strokes up and down over the garment until my lower lips open for him. I am completely speechless and my desire begins to heavily flow between my legs. I toss my hair back and forth, as my body begs for deeper contact.

His thick fingers tighten around my overlapping wrists. “I can’t hear you.”

“The jet’s engine failed right before takeoff, and then I was forced to board a crowded commercial flight.”

The entire length of my skirt is bunched up around my waist. I part my legs to give him more access to his property. With my lower lips wide open, my slippery clit is touching my panties directly. My forehead rests against the steel wall while my faint whimpers fall to the ground. He massages my clit in a slow and seductive manner.

My juices soak through the material of my lingerie to reach his teasing digits. I can feel his large erection fighting to escape his pants. His heavy breathing invades my ear, and I can feel his increased heart rate beating against my back, through his shirt and both of our suit jackets. He is just as needy as I am.

“But now you’re here.”

“I wish I’d gotten here sooner.” I try to arch my back and push my butt out to meet his erection.

His hand finally tears the lacy garment from my body. My legs begin to violently shake, daring to fall out right from underneath me. But his strong frame keeps my body perfectly lined up with the wall. My hands are still trapped behind my back, and my face remains pressed into the elevator. Not being able to see him or his hands is beginning to drive me crazy.

My eyes remain close with my mouth hanging open. His fingers continue to tease my Kızılay Escort bare, damp flesh. I can hear him chuckling at my weak pleas for more attention.

“Is that all you did today?”

“Yes.”

He frees my wrists, but I keep them resting on my lower back. My mind is lost in the sinful confession to my aunt and any other role model I might be letting down. The only relief I’m getting from this sin, besides the orgasms and experimental thrill, is that my tossed hair shields my face from elevator cameras.

I am brought back to the lustful guilt when his thick fingers sudden squeeze my clitoris and his other hand aggressively tugs my hair. That relief is suddenly gone; yet, my body tingles at a voyeur’s excitement of watching my body being used.

His hold on my hair becomes tighter. “Where’s your mind right now?”

My rocket came back down to the elevator, and my mouth opens wider when it touches the ground. My moist center opens up to him as he slides the first finger inside. I bring my hands up to the wall and push my lower body back against him. Soon, I feel another one of his fingers disappearing between my moist lips.

My wet walls clinch to his penetrating fingers, refusing to let him leave. The feeling is so much more intense than the light strokes he delivered over my panties. I am truly putty in his hands as he yanks my hair back, whispers in my ear, and slices his fingers deeper inside my moist box.

“What are you thinking about?” His knuckles disappeared deep inside my wet pussy, I feel his fingers pressing down on the back of my clit. Each caress and featherlike tap sends shockwaves up my spine. I can feel the last little bit of self-control inside me slipping away. He is a few strokes away from claiming the only control I have left.

The emergency phone has been ringing for several minutes. He refuses to acknowledge it; I’m too powerless to even glance in its direction.

“I’m not going to repeat myself.” I can feel him withdrawing his fingers.

“You…” He slides back inside. “I’m thinking about you.” My liquid silk covers his hand as he fondles me to a powerful release.

Our body heat continues to make the air around us thin. My legs are extremely weak, begging – no screaming – for me to give them a rest. My wet center is clinching to the air after he pulls his hand free. She wants more of him even though the other parts of my body are begging to be far away from him and his teasing ways.

I can hear the slight jingling of his belt and the undoing of his zipper behind me. I turn my head to glance at him over my shoulder. I want to tell him I cannot take anymore. Or at least tell him to wait until we reach one of our rooms so I can lie down.

When my eyes meet his over my shoulder, he offers me one of his soaked fingers. I let him trace my bottom lip before my tongue slithers out to taste my essence on him. The pungent aroma and desirable taste drives my senses wild. I want to taste him, to see him, and run my hands down his bare chest. My heart rate begins to relax when I feel his lips and tongue polishing my neck.

I suck his fingers clean and let them fall from my mouth. His pants brush the back of my calves as he lets them and his boxer briefs fall around his ankles. My hair is still tightly balled up in his right fist while his left rubs the tip of his length between my legs.

“What do you want?” Hard is an understatement and would not do his erection any justice. The large muscle has its own pulse, and I can feel it beating between my trembling legs. I desperately want him now.

“You.” I whimper, hoping to have his member inside me soon rather than later.

Without another word, his uncovered steel enters my moist channel. We both shudder at his hostile – and unexpected – invasion.

Our bottom lips fall open when his full dick enters me; yet, neither of us makes a sound. I can barely breathe as my heart expands underneath the flesh making up my chest. He buries his face between my left shoulder and neck – releasing a lengthy and heavy sigh – as my love muscles embrace his full nine inches. His entire body goes stiff behind me. He withdraws from my body without warning.

“Say it again.” He demands over the annoying ringing of the emergency phone.

“I want you.” I say the magic words, and his extensive erection plunges inside my pussy.

My hands crawl at the elevator wall – daring to chip a nail clean off – as he forces every inch inside of me. His strokes are long and demanding, causing my body to shiver as he uses my hair to control the rest of my body.

One tug and my back arches, pushing my butt out to next his strokes. Our lips lock over my shoulder, stifling the earsplitting moans I cannot control. I am rapidly approaching the edge and ready to jump right into the pool of ecstasy. I sank Ankara Escort my teeth into his lower lip as his strokes become more vigorous. I want him so bad.

His pulls his lip free, and his face disappears behind my head. “Do you want to turn around?”

His raspy voice falls on death ears.

I am so consumed by the hair pulling and his healthy stick that I hear nothing. Our hips connect over and over as continuous waves of pleasure course through my body. The painful beating of my heart rattles my ribcages.

My legs vibrate as his extensive strokes grinded against the back of my clitoris. His chest rests on my back as his lower half swims through my flooded depth. His own increased heart tempo echoes through my body and straight to my eardrums.

“Maybe we should finish this in the room.” He teases.

My sex refuses to free his long intruder as he struggles to pull completely out.

“Don’t you dare stop.” Shameless tears are running down my cheeks.

He pushes forward.

“You ready to cum for me?” He breathes.

His pulsing muscle brings me closer and closer to that inevitable explosion. The nails on my left hand dig into his thigh as my right claws at the solid wall in front of me. I can feel my nails chipping and cracking off my fingers.

“Yes!” My animalistic traits rise to the surface and all control is lost.

The elevator suddenly begins to move even as the emergency phone continues to ring. No longer trapped between the eleventh and tenth floors, the box begins to lower itself to the lobby. The intense beating of my heart becomes enhanced at the thought of being physically seen. Forget the fear of a leaked sex tape. My career will truly be destroyed if I am seen with my skirt up and my butt bare.

“Ready to quit?”

The second orgasm viciously shakes me. “Never.”

So overcome with lustful emotions, I take the chance of being caught. He continues to plunge deeper as my walls clinch around him. My juices ooze around him and down the inside of my legs. We are three orgasms in to the bet and not one of them was his. I press my lower half back to meet every powerful stroke. The last wave of satisfaction rolls through my entire being with an enormous amount of strength.

Each sinful wave drifts from my shaky body as I listen to his chuckles.

I soon realize he was never going to give me a point on the score board. His impressive length leaves my wet well while he is still laughing. When the doors finally open at the lobby, we are back to our opposite sides of the box. Our clothes are perfectly aligned and we are each scrolling though the data in our cellular devices. My hair is back up in its original bun with my glasses giving me back my sight. Looking up and into the lobby space, we see the hotel manager and two security guards standing before us.

“Is there a problem?” He spoke first as the three other men stare at us, puzzling what could have happened to the elevator.

“This elevator has been motionless for several minutes.” The manger’s hand reaches out to stop the doors from closing. “Do you have any idea why?”

His eyes glance up to the corner of the elevator, letting us know he can easily figure out what just happened.

“No clue.” Pulling his wallet out his pocket, my lover steps forward to flash the manger his identification. “And I trust you won’t care to know either.”

The manger met his dark eyes. “I guess there isn’t a problem. I’m sorry for the inconveniences.”

Both men step back until they are standing in their original positions.

“Goodnight Mr. King.” The manger’s voice meets our ears before the elevator doors close again.

The steel box soon begins to move. We are once again heading up to the nineteenth floor of the twenty-floor building.

“You cheated.” My eyes are down on my iPhone’s screen as I speak to him. It is evident I have not mastered breathing yet.

He chuckles. “Did you really think you had a chance of winning?”

“No…I predicted a tie.” I say more arrogant than intended.

He chuckles again while leaning against his side of the wall. “The night isn’t over yet. You think you can tie things up before sunrise.”

Our floor is fast approaching.

“No.” I tuck my phone in my blazer pocket while extending the arm of my suitcase. “I rather wait until tomorrow. That way we can start all over.”

“Starting over won’t assist you anymore than it did tonight.” He cannot cease laughing for some odd reason.

The doors open on the nineteenth floor.

Leading the way, I exit the box first with my suitcase rolling along behind me. I glance back to see he is still lingering in the elevator. While he was able to relax his muscles a bit, the bulge in his pants is still begging for attention.

“Maybe it won’t. But waiting until tomorrow will you give you some…alone time to relieve yourself.”

He finally steps out of the elevator. “I’ll be counting the minutes.”

With a grin, I head toward my room down the hallway. Even as he walks in the opposite direction, I can feel his eyes following my swaying hips.

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The vision stared back at her from the full-length mirror, “Not bad, not bad at all,” she murmured. She’d been blessed with a good metabolism and someone in the gene pool had handed down to her a natural complexion that so many were envious of. She ran her hands through her hair, no matching ‘collar and cuffs’ for her, a chemical indulgence from the bottle – but as the saying went, ‘Blondes have more fun.’

Her hair was a beacon, a signal to men to take note. Then when they did their attention would be held by the curve of her body, hidden at times under close fitting jumpers, the swell a hint at what lay beneath. On occasion a more daring top, a partially opened door, causing those passing to sneak a look inside.

Her breasts and hips gave her a womanly appearance, no schoolboy look for her-no she was all woman. Her gaze flowed past her navel to the newly shaved mound, a pain to keep trim, but worth the effort.

This, was what ‘they’ wanted- the hair or breasts might snag their interest but this is what they all wanted, her piece of heaven… hers to share or deny, hers to enjoy alone or in company.

Of course they all feigned interest in other less obvious pursuits- of enjoying her company over dinner. Maybe sharing a lighthearted joke, or perhaps merely spending time together, as in —”you’re such a fun person.” But deep down what they wanted was what she was touching right now. Oh they could dress it up, but she was old enough to know that there were truly few who really lived to dine, or lived for days of viewing The Masters at the Gallery, no, excepting those rarities she knew that all were playing the game. A game that avoided the direct question and instead danced around the subject, the experts clever in their indirect foreplay, for that’s what it was wasn’t it, a game of image building, a smokescreen to the inevitable.

The clever ones were quick to employ subtle innuendo, taking note of the reaction, gauging whether to press home the point. Or to wait- play the game for longer before trying to snag their catch. Single and now married she’d heard it all, in fact since being married the game had changed, the innuendos now more prevalent. Especially at parties and gatherings where drink loosened lips, and bold words were thrown to the air. Oh she knew she looked good in comparison to many at such functions, but did they really think that a flirty word, or a double entendre would send her panties to the floor for more than a quick fumble in the pantry?

All those words, all of that flirting was for one thing and one thing only, to make her swoon. Make her forget who she was and to make her want their cock inside whatever delightful piece of lace was covering her modesty. She chuckled, women around the world like her held more power than they thought, and all because of the magic between their legs. In the earlier days of marriage she’d laughed off such attentions, making her excuses and extricating herself from the scene as cutely as possible, never mentioning the dialogue to her husband, fearful of his reaction. Would he be annoyed at her, thinking that she’d led someone on, or would he take umbrage at the offender possibly ruining years of friendship for the sake of a misplaced word.

When she grew to know him better she had let slip one or two of those ‘moments’ and had been pleasantly surprised to find that like her, he was amused or proud of the attention she had attracted. Perhaps it was affirmation for him that he’d made a good choice of life partner. Or perhaps there was an underlying satisfaction that he had what others wanted… Either way it had become the norm for her to recount such amorous flirting as she undressed for him, always slowly, taking her time to slide off those garments closest to her sex, knowing that his impatience would stir him to a more passionate encounter.

Their lovemaking after such flirtations was lusciously predictable- Alpha Male intent upon sowing his seed deep inside her, intent upon letting her know who was Master. Their initial embrace soft, until his ardor turned to lust, his gentle kisses becoming more akin to a face fuck as he probed her mouth with his tongue. Then lapping at her pussy. Inhaling her scent, telling her how he loved her taste, and how he was going to make her cum so hard. Taking her glistening lips within his mouth and teasing each of them in turn. Nibbling, tugging, heightening her need before he’d touch her clit. And that delectable surge that she felt when he’d finally touch her there. Holding her nub between finger and thumb. Gently jerking her off whilst fingers opened her. Fingers that probed her deepest secrets. Massaging special sweet spots that he knew so well. Rubbing those deep triggers that would have her thrashing wildly, her body consumed by the force of the wave. qiqitv.info

Gentle, as he eased his cock into her, no matter how wet she was, coating it slowly with her heavenly secretions before increasing his pace, encouraging her … “Come on you wanted to fuck, you want to cum? Move those hips you dirty…” His voice full of intent, seeking to arouse her even more.

His words were sometimes lost as her passion ignited, but she knew what he wanted on nights like that. And knew what she wanted as well… She’d buck her hips to meet him, jarring their bodies together with each thrust, enjoying the feeling of being fucked, of being his to use. Often he’d slide off, and then lying on his back, his cock firm and upright would be an unspoken invitation… She’d duly mount him knowing how much he liked to see her breasts, how he’d want to lick them as she rode him… his voice a distant reminder, “Take what you want, go on ride it like you ride those fucking dildos, and when you’re done it’ll be my turn.” Sometimes she’d try to calm herself, to slow down and tease him, but on nights like that there would be no room for teasing. He’d simply pull her to his chest and drive his cock into her from below, holding her still as he pummeled her.

When she was done she’d roll from him on all fours, gasping for breath from the last orgasm that had rolled through her body and he’d kneel behind her grasping her hair or shoulders pulling her back onto his stiffness, forcing his cock as deep as it would go, fast and hard like a piston. She knew when he was avoiding his own wave he’d slow awhile, slapping her cheeks, his touch stinging but awakening more sexual energy, keeping her on the boil as he walked his own fine line.

“You happy baby or does my dirty bitch want more?” Those were the words that told her he was ready if she was…

Oh she knew she could ask for more and he’d indulge them both, but it was never an issue for her, the moisture on her thighs testament to her own rewards. “No, I’m done, finish me off, I’m all fucked out. “Then like a dying candle his lust would wane, often needing comfort as he brought himself to his own climax. Scissoring between her legs as they lay on their sides, demanding her to hold him and grind him to his goal, telling her not to stop, no matter the anguish on his face…Their movements then, small yet powerful, were intense enough for him to release his own cum deep within her.

The last party came to mind and she resolved to tread carefully. One of the guys at the party, Mike, had come close to unlocking her. Throughout the evening, his velvet words had washed over her, and she had found out way too late that he was a true Pick Up Artist. A pity that her friend Sally hadn’t warned her about him that at the beginning of the evening! Throughout the soiree he’d popped up at her side, steering the conversation – it hadn’t helped that she was close to her ‘time,’ a time when she was horniest. But that had been no excuse.

Late into the party and after perhaps one glass to many, she’d found herself alone with Mike, they were standing at one end of the deserted balcony staring up at the stars. She still wasn’t sure what he’d said, but she could recall his breath on her neck as he held her hair with one hand, the other swiftly moving upward under her skirt. She should have walked away there and then, but something compelled her to stay, to stand, motionless, compliant.

He’d pushed her panties aside with practiced ease, before unceremoniously thrusting his fingers inside her. So forcibly that she was standing on tip toe as he furiously worked her spot. Once he’d touched her there she couldn’t move – he held her literally in the palm of his hand as she let go a dribble of cum. Only then did she push him away, telling him that it was a mistake, and to leave her alone.

That night she’d wondered if Nick had guessed or perhaps seen something in her. He’d certainly been rougher than normal, and she liked it rough sometimes, but that night it he took it to another level. He’d put her on all fours, holding her hair as he forced his cock into her mouth, his hands holding her head firm as he guided her along his shaft. Firm at first, before seemingly losing himself – face fucking her, pulling her head tight to his body and making sure that she’d taken his full length. Taking control of the pace as he had obviously wanted to hold himself back.

Even his commands that night had seemed harsher than normal-“Strip, and then bring that wet cunt over here!”

He’d settled in a chair, watching as she eased herself out of first the dress and then her panties, standing before him naked. “Dance for me,” he’d commanded.

She’d obliged, sashaying to the soulful melody, moving her body to entice him to react, his hand reaching out to pull her toward him as she stood in front of his chair.

“Bend over.”

She leaned forward, thrusting her ass toward his face, “Is that what you want?”

His arms circled her waist as he drew her close before pulling her cheeks apart. She felt his tongue greedily feasting on her wetness before probing her ass, and then teasing her by nibbling on her moist lips. Her voice husky as she cooed, “Mmm – are you going to just tease it or fuck it?”

In a fluid movement he was out of the chair, spinning her around and pushing her head forward into the cushion. His rigid cock glided deep inside of her as her juices coated his shaft, drilling her as hard as he could. His initial frenzy calming a little as he found a rhythm, a steady hard pounding as he strove to give her everything that he had. Her cunt high and open, allowed him to take her deep, his tip hitting a tender spot causing her to gasp with the mixture pain and the pleasure.

“Fuck it, go on fuck it, give it to me!” She moaned breathlessly. “Go on fuck it, fuck it harder.” Her words spurred him on as he grabbed her shoulders, pulling her back with each thrust, their bodies meeting with an audible slap as they each neared the edge. She felt him waiver, and pushed back hard to meet him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop! I am so fucking close to squirting!” She yelled.

As his pace and force increased, her cries of pleasure tinged with pain as his animal instinct took hold. Grunting and cursing as he neared his own climax, she’d got there just ahead of him. Her muscles contracting like mad as she’d let herself go, her cum running down her legs as he’d hit her spot that final time. Then she suddenly felt him pull away from her.

“You dirty bitch, you deserved that!” he gasped, breathing hard. The bulb of his cock a deep shade of purple, the shaft clenched in his hand as he held himself from his own abyss.

There was a darkness within his smile. ”Do you really think I’ve finished with my toy?”

He asked, grabbing a handful of her hair, pulling her to her feet before leading her across the room.

”Stand still” he hissed, settling onto the sofa and then gesturing for her to lie across his lap. His steel like fingers grasped her neck, pinning her face to the cushion. The slap of his hand on her ass, signaling the beginning of her punishment. A methodic, rhythmic spanking, punctuated with words aimed to cut.

“Care to tell me why you were so wet?” He asked her. And when she remained silent he smacked her again, and then said to her, “Say it, say I’m a dirty bitch! Say it!”

“I’m a dirty bitch,” She mumbled in between the slaps of his hand on her ass.

“Yes you are,” He barked back. “And I’m going to make you cum. Cum so many times that you’ll beg me to stop!” His fingers roughly parted her thighs, seeking her opening, filling her. Stretching her cunt, working frantically like a piston before eventually slowing…

”Beg. Go on beg for it.” He growled.

“Please,” she whimpered, “make me cum, can I cum, please?”

His fingers sought her spot, rubbing, massaging, teasing…

“Cum for me like a good girl. Go on. Fucking cum.”

Her muscles contracted, enveloping his fingers as the wave of pleasure crashed through her body. She tried to move, desperate for a moment’s respite, but he was too strong. He dictated the pace, dragging her towards more frequent peaks of pleasure. Fucking her with words, whilst his fingers stimulated, teased and invaded her. Finally the torrent eased, his touch softening, caressing her soaked swollen folds.

Then like a sailor on dry land, with unsteady legs she’d let herself be led to the table. His muscular arms easily lifting her up onto its matt top. He knelt before her, holding her damp thighs open as he feasted once more. His tongue pausing at her opening. Then probing, drawing in her scent, savoring her essence, taking her toward a new summit.

“Cock. Give me your cock. No more teasing, Just fuck me!” She pleaded, her voice husky with desire.

She stole a glimpse of his length as he stood before her. Wanting. Needing. He pinned her arms flat, leaning forward to nuzzle her breasts. Nibbling at her nipples, each in turn, suckled until they were fully erect. His cock tantalizingly close, rubbing against her softness and then… her cry, as he buried it in her. Grinding himself against her swollen mound as he gave her all that he had – fucking her, as deep and hard as he could. Plowing his cock into her tender, engorged pussy, her cries louder as their bodies met. Cries of pleasure tinged with pain. Exquisite pain that came as his cock ravaged her deep spot, her peaks so close it seemed as if she were in a never ending orgasm. Relentlessly he ravished her, pushing her legs back further, using her, taking what he wanted. She knew he was close, his breathing and rhythm became ragged, any vestige of self-control long departed.

“Go on, give it to me! I can feel you throbbing. Go on you bastard, cum!” Her words superfluous as he thrust into her one final time. His force spent, left deep inside, her own juices coating their thighs. She tensed her muscles, squeezing his cock. Her legs wrapped around his back to hold him still. Pulling him tightly into her. Milking him, making sure he gave her all he had.

His breathing calmed and he broke away from their locked embrace. Eyes closed she felt his hand at her neck. “Trust me?” – he whispered. She nodded.

His hand softly slapped her mound. Her body reacting to each slap with a burst of sexual energy. A beautiful tingle, which started at her clit and shot through her nerve endings. Squirming on the rock hard tabletop, she fought an inner battle. The prickly pain in each pussy spank giving way to an unbelievable feeling of pleasure. An exquisite sensation that enveloped the whole of her pussy. Each jolt demanding that she close her legs, but she was powerless. She loved it. Needed it. Wanted it. Instead she found her legs making half hearted ineffectual movements. The gentle pussy spanking taking her mind and body to another place. The climax sharp and spikey matching her breathing, shallow gasps for air as she cursed at him – ”Bastard. Fucking bastard. What the fuck… What the fuck are you doing to me you bastard?”

She felt him stroke her, his dewy fingers soft against her throbbing, sensitive lips. Soothing rather than calming as each touch kept her simmering with arousal. His hand moved from her neck to her mouth. Gagging her as his fingers sought out her dark inner recess. Her body defenseless. Lips no longer protecting her pussy, they lay aside heavy bloated. His fingers meeting no resistance as he hooked them inside her, seeking the little swollen spot. She felt fingertips probing, feeling for it. She shook her head knowing what was coming, unable to say the words – ‘No, please no’.

The gasp was muted by the hand over her mouth as he found what he was looking for. Fingers cruelly rubbing against her G spot as his hand pumped up and down, stretching her, fucking her, tormenting her with pleasure and pain.

Powerless to resist the intensity, her body yielded to his touch. Eyes wide open, muscles taut, her legs started to shake uncontrollably. A beautiful agony, a cascade of her own juice erupting from within. It seemed she was floating, light headed, dazed and dreamy, not wanting to, nor able to, focus on anything. He turned her face toward his body, and she watched as he tried to coax life into his slumbering member. Watching it gradually grow through her blissful haze. No longer rock hard, he eased it inside her – “Stay still,” he grunted as he worked it to and fro, desperate to get it rigid once more. Slowly she felt him stiffen, enough at least for him to start piercing her with each measured thrust.

“Done yet? Has my Dirty Bitch had enough yet?” He demanded, his voice as strained as his actions. ”Does that little cunt want more?”

”No. No more. Just finish me please, just fucking cum. I’m done, Truly done. No more. Please just cum in me” – she begged.

Sensitive turned to sore as their bodies crashed together and she willed him to cum. Raising her hips to meet him, encouraging him, forcing him to quicken his pace. Lifting her legs high and wide, so that he could slam his cock deep into her.

“Go on, fuck me hard. Is that it. Is that as hard as you can fuck?” – she goaded, wanting him to lose control. “Harder. Go on. Go on. Fuck me harder.”

Time distorted. Seconds became minutes. Minutes seemed like hours as they moved in unison toward their goal. His face the first to portray his own special moment. Brow furrowed, breath rasping, lips pursed as his moans became guttural. His thrusts erratic yet powerful. No longer could he avoid the inevitable and she welcomed it, wanted it.

“Go on, give it to me! Go on, every last drop,” – she gasped as another wave surged through her.

“Now. Yes now. I’m cumming” – the words tumbling from his mouth as he erupted inside her. The force of the thrusting, stuttering and slowing each time his cock spurted. Her feet kicked his back. Urging him to ride his own moment of pain until the very end. The violence of their coupling now a muted whimper. Moving together softly, their juices melded. A creamy trickle already deserting her plundered pussy.

…Looking in the mirror she realized her thoughts had been wandering, as had her hand… Had he known about Mike? She didn’t know, but looking in the mirror again she saw a half-smile cross her face, and she wondered perhaps, if the party ahead, with the innuendo and flirting, would be the prelude to another wonderful night of lust and passion.

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The evening had begun so well; now it was ruined.

She was drunk, not so drunk that she couldn’t function, just one stage beyond a good buzz. At that point where inhibitions collapsed in the face of the alcohol; where those insecurities normally locked away come to the fore.

Worse, she was aroused. Incredibly aroused. The night’s events had brought her to a fever pitch of desire: She ached for him, her pussy fairly throbbed with need, hungry for his touch. But that was not to be; he was there, before her, in the arms of another.

Kelly took another sip from her vodka and soda and gripped the bar for support. Barely three weeks into their relationship and she’d already lost him.

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On Wednesday afternoon, he’d called her to invite her to a costume party being thrown by some friends of his. Given the Halloween was months away, she’d thought it a bit odd until he’d explained that it was an annual event that they’d all been attending since they moved to the city five years earlier. What had started as a whim had turned into tradition – and tradition mandated that if any of them was involved with someone, then that someone was invited. Corm gave her the information and told her that he’d be sending her costume over on Saturday afternoon, and to be ready to leave by seven o’clock.

Kelly thought it a bit odd that Corm was going to tell her what to wear to the party, but she had to admit that his taking charge did make it all that easier. No need to fret about what to wear or how to find a costume in time. Since that afternoon in her backyard, when he’d taken charge and given her a night of passion that still made her blush, he seemed to do that now and again: Tell her what to do, but only things he knew she’d want to do but wouldn’t if left to her own devices. It was odd how he could sense the limits of what she was willing to do – and then push her just a bit farther. Deep down she liked it, even if it did scare her just a bit. After all, it had only been two weeks – three dates and one weekend spent together – but following her performance on her front porch Kelly recognized that this relationship was going to proceed a little more rapidly.

So on Saturday afternoon at two o’clock, she was not at all surprised to hear her doorbell ring. Dressed in a short, jade silk robe, she was, however, surprised to find him on her doorstep when she opened the door. He was dressed in sandals, a simple pair of shorts, and a navy University of Michigan t-shirt. Despite the heat of the day he looked like he’d just gotten dressed – a fact that made her feel quite self-conscious. Her hair was a mess, her blonde curls askew, and she had no makeup on. She hadn’t even showered yet, having lazed away the day reading in her study.

“Corm,” she sputtered, “I didn’t expect you. I know you said the package would be delivered, but I thought by a postman. I’m not presentable.”

He laughed and drew her to him. “Nonsense.” His hand snaked out to pull her robe open. Beneath the silk she was totally nude save for a pair of white cotton bobbysocks – and now here her lush frame lay revealed to him and the neighborhood alike.

Corm smiled. “Well now, I guess you don’t need to tip the deliveryman after all, do you?”

Before she could even protest this sudden exposure he kissed her. The embrace consumed Kelly; she could feel her breasts crush into his hard chest. She snuggled into him, reveling in the way their bodies seemed to just ‘fit’ together. He caressed the length of her with his right hand, running his fingers lightly across the silk to make her shiver. To her pleasant surprise, she was getting wet. Perhaps she’d get a treat before the party? Kelly ground her pelvis into his, and he growled in response, cupping one pert buttock in response.

At last he broke the kiss and stepped away, handing her the package as she pouted from the sudden break. “See you at seven.”

And then he was gone, driving away in his SUV, leaving her there, nude and extremely aroused, on her front porch. She dashed inside – as much in eagerness to examine the contents of her new package as to avoid the prying eyes of her neighbors. It might have been just her imagination, but she could have sworn that she saw Brenda’s front curtain flutter closed.

Five hours, then, until it was time to go. Plenty of time to get ready.

She came twice in the shower just thinking about him.

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Promptly at seven o’clock her doorbell rang. Kelly strode to the door and opened it to find a Roman centurion on her doorstep. She giggled at Corm’s costume; he was very dashing in his red tunic, crested helm, and burnished silver chest plate. A small sword hung by his side – a gladius she knew from her readings in freshman history years past – and a long red cloak whirled about him.

“What, no toga?” she asked? Most men she knew who would have gone to a costume party dressed as a Roman would have opted for the more showy garb of a senator – not least for its allegory to more sensual pursuits.

He smiled. Escort Etlik “No, no togas for me. As you can tell from your own costume, this is no college toga party.”

She understood exactly what he meant with that remark. When she’d opened the box she’d found an elaborate French maid costume before her. It was clear that the costume was quite expensive. The stockings alone were Italian lace and must have cost a hundred dollars at least. He was playing dress-up to be sure – men could be quite predictable sometimes – but he was doing it with sufficient style that she felt flattered by his choice.

Personally, she considered the costume too risqué, having seen how short the black skirt was once she put it on, but the garters and stockings – complete with a thin seam down the length of them in the back – was simply wicked.

The costume emphasized two things: Her legs, which were long and toned from hours on her Stairmaster, and so were well-served by the mules he’d included in the box; and her chest, where a black corset pushed her already ample cleavage up and together. A the tiny mask covering her eyes, and so she knew that no one who would see her would know that it was her dressed in such a brazen manner.

An hour in front of her mirror had given her the time to be ready. She’d shaved in the shower, first her legs, and then her pussy. For three weeks now, since that first afternoon, she had been going completely bald. It pleased him, she knew, and so she played along, the better to whet his appetite. After all, if it had the effect of making him eager to taste him, then who was she to disagree? The man’s tongue was simply amazing; frankly, she often got wet just from the act of shaving, because of the direct to connection to his oral ministrations. Following that ritual, she’d put on her makeup, using eye shadow and blush to emphasize her eyes, and yet hint at a trashy side, the better to suit her costume. Her golden curls were pulled back to accommodate the outfit’s white lace cap, and a tiny black lace thong covered her beneath the skirt. Topping it all off was a black velvet choker.

“How do I look?” she asked, giving him a slow twirl.

He whistled in appreciation. “Sinful.”

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They took a limousine to the event. Kelly leaned back with a sigh, content to let him adore her on the way over. Throughout the ride he tormented her. Kissing her neck, carefully avoiding her lips so as to not disturb her makeup, while running his hands up along her thighs to lightly caress her thong. Frankly it was driving her wild. She was fully aroused, and would have happily turned back for a night of passion. But she forced herself to behave, to lock away her desire for the next couple hours. It was a talent she was slowly coming to realize, the ability to wall off her lust before it consumed her. Corm was aware of her efforts in this regard and had been doing his best to destroy those walls as fast as she could put them into place.

Tonight was just the latest battle. He clearly thought that he was going to work her into a fever pitch on the way over, and would then have the pleasure of watching her suffer with her need while they stayed at the party. But that wasn’t how the night was going to unfold; she’d already decided to play along, and so had made the decision to wall off that part of her that would otherwise have been embarrassed. Something about the costume and what it implied was really getting to her; Kelly had decided that she was going to be sinful for him tonight. To really embrace the role and be his plaything for the party. She’d show herself off for the other guests to please him. That would drive him crazy, she knew, and show him that he didn’t yet have complete control over her.

He spread her legs slightly apart and began to rub her clit in earnest. When she pushed his hand away, he only smiled and sat back in his seat, adjusting himself so that his erection was less obvious. “Ok, we’ll play it your way then.”

She smiled back at him. Round one to her.

+++

At length they arrived at the party, a lavish four-story brick townhouse just outside the city. Corm took her arm and she exited the limo, taking great care to keep her legs discreetly placed so as to keep any passerby from seeing her thong. He led her up a small flight of stone steps to the front door.

The evening was warm and he kissed her under the porch light, moths fluttering about around them.

“Kelly,” he said, looking deep into her eyes. His stare was intense, and disarmed her. She could feel her resolve to tease him evaporating under its power. There was just something about him that consumed her. And, the truth was, she didn’t mind one bit. For reasons she didn’t fully understand yet she trusted him. Totally. She knew it had only been three weeks, but she knew it was right somehow. She just knew. Corm was hers every bit as much as she was his.

He kissed her again, to break the spell. Her lover understood the effect that his gaze had on her and used Etlik Escort it ruthlessly to arouse her passions.

“What?” she managed at last, blinking several times to regain her composure. She was going to tease him this evening, regardless of whatever efforts he might make to the contrary.

“We need to fix your costume before we go in.” Fix her costume? Why? She’d worn everything in the box and had adjusted it all in the mirror before leaving. Her costume was perfect.

Corm knelt before her and quickly reached up under her ruffled skirt. Before she could so much as protest he stripped her thong off and tossed it into the bushes behind her. He stood and kissed her once more. “There, let’s go.”

In one swift move, he had utterly disarmed her. All semblance of her composure was utterly gone. Her plans to tease him were destroyed. Cheeks burning with embarrassment – he had done this at the very crest of the doorway, after all – it was all she could do not to turn and run.

Round Two to him.

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Numbly she followed him in, stunned at what had just transpired. Sure, she had planned to play the part, but this was too much. The ruffled skirt barely reached the top of her thighs. If she bent in any way she would be fully exposed. Granted, she had the mask on, but he would soon be introducing her to his friends. What would they think of her?

And yet…on some level she was turned on by the idea of it all. She had the mask on, so no one could see her. But all these men would be looking at her, admiring her long lean legs and drooling over her lush breasts. She knew that they would want to be with her, to touch her. To fuck her. Corm had taught her that. In the three weeks they’d been together he’d been reorienting her to the realities of her sexual self. That part of her that had been locked away was now slowly coming to the fore. It would take time, to be sure. Three weeks ago she would have run, blushing at the thought of strangers seeing her so exposed. But for now she was confident enough to follow him into the party.

As she moved through a crowd of admiring glances she began to savor it.

The crowd was an eclectic mix of costumes, ranging from the very chaste to the risqué. Kelly a stunning Indian beauty dressed as a harem girl, her secrets barely hidden beneath layers of silk; she also saw a hulking man dressed in the very type of toga costume Corm had spurned, his chiseled muscles visible and suggestive. All in all, it was an adult party to be sure, but so far one that was behaving itself.

In short order, he was passing her around to a small group, introducing her to a gathering of old friends and their spouses: Liam and Cate; Jay and Trisha; Ted and Angela, and lastly his old friend Will. This final member of the circle was quite striking, a tall well-built man dressed as a bullfighter. Kelly couldn’t help but notice that his costume hid nothing, and found herself staring at his rather prodigious manhood. Finally she tore her gaze away and looked up, only to see him smiling knowingly at her.

Corm kissed her cheek, “Watch out for him. He’s a ladies man par excellance. Turn your back on him and you’ll find yourself waking up next to him.”

Kelly shook her head. “Mmm…I only want to wake up next to you.”

He kissed her on the lips in response, “That’s my girl. Now go mingle and have fun before I bend you over right now. That skirt is killing me.” She blushed in response and turned to the bar to get a drink.

Behind her she could hear them all chatting, catching up on old times, mutual acquaintances and the like. From what he had told her, this group rarely met, usually only once a year at these costume parties.

After an hour of chitchat, she leaned in to order her latest drink, slightly dizzy from the heat and the martinis. They’d been out on the dance floor, expressing their mutual attraction with their bodies, and dancing up a storm with the small group The bartenders gaze flicked to her ample cleavage and took a long slow look, before coming back to meet her eyes to take her order. Kelly smiled. She didn’t care; her system was warm with alcohol and good cheer.

The evening was turning out to be a great success. Even now, for example, she knew that Will would be glancing at her behind, straining to catch a glimpse of her bare bottom, tormented by the fact that he didn’t know whether she was wearing panties.

Just to torment him, she stood on her tiptoes and leaned way over to receive her drink. She could hear a groan and smiled. Poor man, she thought. He was terribly attractive, though. Out of her league, she would have guessed a few short weeks ago, but now…tonight, she felt like she was out of his league.

“Will Wendy be joining us this year?” Corm asked from behind her. Did she hear a note of excitement in his voice? Or was it just her imagination? With over a hundred revelers in the room the noise was considerable, but Kelly swore she heard a note of interest from her.

Who could that woman Etlik Escort Bayan be to elicit such a response?

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“She’s already here,” said Cate, a redheaded cutie dressed as a cowgirl. Cate leaned into Liam and giggled like a little girl with a poorly kept secret, “you should see her. She’s really outdone herself.” Cate’s voice was teasing, and Kelly could feel the certainty of that teasing tone begin to grate.

“Oh really?” Corm asked.

There. She could hear it in his voice. Corm was definitely interested in this Wendy woman. Why? Waves of doubt hit Kelly all at once, draining away some of the buzz she’d been carefully maintaining. Was this Wendy so spectacular that Corm wasn’t interested in her anymore? Had he really brought her to this party only to discard her for some old flame?

“Really.” Ted spoke with conviction, even if he was laughing.

“You’ll see. She’s hard to miss.” Cate lapsed into another fit of giggles, dizzy with champagne and pending surprise.

Kelly turned with her drinks in time to see Wendy make her entrance. And what an entrance it was.

+++

Striding toward them was an Egyptian goddess. The crowd literally parted in her wake, the men drinking in her beauty, while the women in the room wore a range of expressions, ranging from amusement to envy to lust.

Barefoot save for the tiniest sandals, the vision before them was clad in white linen wrapped tightly around her body. The wrap began at her feet, and rose to caress the curves of her hips before ending just below her ribcage in a band of dark blue. Kelly was quite certain that when the light struck her just so, she could see that the goddess was nude beneath the linen.

Long, straight black hair hung down in the classic fashion, and an ample torque of gold and turquoise covered her collarbone. The woman’s eyes – a deep green, Kelly noted, and heavily made up to resemble those of Cleopatra – smoldered with confidence and lust.

But it was her breasts that made the outfit.

High and proud, defying gravity to present the observer with an idealized version of a woman’s natural charms, the woman’s full breasts were dusted in gold, and her dusky nipples were erect and bejeweled with rubies. Her breasts were exposed to all, offered up as a work of art, a gift to the other revelers.

Unlike the other guests, the goddess wore no mask, and held her head high as she walked. Her hips swayed in their movement, a mesmerizing motion emphasizing her femininity. The woman took in her surroundings with the cool, imperious air of one born to rule. The attitude was every bit as much an accessory to her costume as was the banded ankh in her left hand.

“She always goes for authentic,” Cate whispered in Kelly’s ear from behind, seeing how the entrance of the final member of her party had captured her attention. Cate’s hand ran lightly across the tops of breasts, causing her to shiver with pleasure. There was something simply wicked about the attention from the sultry redhead. No woman had ever touched her like that before, but this seemed to be a night of firsts.

Kelly turned, “Really? Always?”

The cowgirl before her nodded knowingly as she sipped her drink. “No matter how outrageous you think that costume is, bet your next paycheck she found it on some hieroglyph.”

Kelly suddenly felt very cheap. Corm had dressed her like a maid. This woman, far more exposed than any other in the room, was dressed like a goddess, commanding the admiration of all.

How could a maid compete with a goddess?

The vision approached. Kelly felt herself stop breathing, and was glad of her mask, for it helped block some of her fears. That her costume was well above par with most of the female guests was of little comfort to Kelly. This woman had, in one bold stroke, upstaged every woman in the room.

“Corm, darling, where have you been? I’ve missed you so!” The goddess strode to Kelly’s lover and kissed him on the mouth. To Kelly’s horror, she lingered for just a moment, savoring him. He didn’t exactly return the kiss, but he didn’t refuse it either.

Kelly felt a hand slide around the small of her back. She looked over slowly, not wanting to drag her gaze away from the kiss. Will stood beside her, smiling as he sipped a drink with his free hand. “They’re old friends, you know. They were lovers in college and have stayed in touch ever since. She lives in Los Angeles, last we heard she was doing voice-overs and the odd bit of acting. Wendy always does something outrageous at these things.”

Corm headed to the dance floor, linked arm in arm with the Egyptian goddess. Kelly watched her walk away, her hips swaying back and forth beneath the rippling white linen in such a seductive fashion that even she found it appealing. It was an intoxicating combination of grateful poise and claw-the-sheets-off-the-bed heat; one couldn’t help but look at it.

The woman simply exuded sex.

And Corm seemed enraptured by it.

“What kind of party is this?” Kelly asked at last, incredulous. This couldn’t just be some kind of costume party. Not with Wendy dressed like this. It couldn’t be. None of the other guests seemed to take her costume as off color, even if they were clearly enraptured or intimidated by it.

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I am writing you in regard to one of my dreams that have come true. I have finally found my match in my obsession with anal sex perversities. My girlfriend, Lisa, a 5 foot 11, honey colored complexioned sexpot, has got me whipped because of our almost totally all anal sex relationship. She has smallish breasts with long brown nipples and an unusually long and large set of pussy lips that you could probably tie into a knot. They dangled between her legs about a half and inch or so. She’s also got a totally clean shaven pussy and she’s got the nicest ass I’ve ever seen in my life. She’s slim and very beautiful. She could be a model if she wanted to, but she’s kind of lazy and not quite the required height or attitude. Lisa attends college. She’s 21 years old now and told me that she taught her sexual “techniques” by watching the X-rated videos that her brother stashed in his closet and by “practicing” on his friends.

During our very first sexual encounter while going down on her, fingering her pussy, she guided my finger to her asshole and stuck it in. Later that night she told me that she liked “anal stuff.” And was definitely into it. One drunken night, after downing a bottle of champagne while sitting on the couch and watching TV, Lisa stripped off her clothes, stood on the couch and stuck her ass in my face and spread her cheeks wide. Her ass was clean shaven as well, not a nick of hair any where. I immediately took my tongue and licked slowly around her puckered anus. She moaned. I got really into it and began to stick my tongue in deeper and deeper, until I had my entire tongue up in her ass hole. Then wrapped my lips around her entire hole and suck on it. She loved it so much that she came hard and loud. This went on for 30 minutes, me sucking on her ass hole, forcing wads of saliva up in her hole then letting it drip out onto my tongue.

Suddenly Lisa spun around and started licking the juices from my face. She said that she wanted to taste it too. While doing this, she began lowering her herself down to my cock. Suddenly I was inside of her wet and warm body. My cock slid nice and easy and I was ready to fuck. I grabbed both of her Escort Bayan ass cheeks and began pumping away. She moaned so loud that she scared me at first. I moved my finger over to put it in her ass, only to realize that my cock was already in her juicy ass hole. I opened my eyes to look at her. Lisa’s eyes were shut and she looked like she was in a trance. I asked her if she was o. k and if I was hurting her. She told me to “Shut up and fuck her ass!” The champagne put her in a new state of mind and she started to hump on my cock wildly. I got so excited that I immediately came inside of her warm and wet ass hole. My dick started to lose its erection. She moaned and said that she wanted more.

She slid slowly off of my cock and kneeled before it, watching it as it lost its erection. My cock was extremely wet with white globs of my come that clung below my cock’s head. It was also dripping with a clear sticky liquid. It had no smell. I realized it was her ass juice that was all over my shaft, balls and thighs. She slowly began to lick the remaining wads of come gently from my cock. When she was done with that, she noticed the clear liquid glistening on my cock. She tasted it, moaned, then started licking it up as if it were syrup. She started slurping up the pool of ass juice on my thighs. I stared at her thinking, “Damn! She’s so fucking’ nasty!”. This sight made my dick leap back to attention which is what she wanted. She grabbed my dick and faced towards the mirror across from the couch. Then she slid her well lubed ass hole down onto my cock and began humping up and down screaming “Fuck My Ass!”.

I looked down at my large cock stretching her hole. There were traces of my come spilling out from the sides, along with her ass juice. This sight alone made me lose control again, and I blew my load up in her again. She moaned and said “I want more!”. She hoped off of my cock, which made a popping sound as it came out of her ass hole. My dick was so wet with come and ass juice that I felt embarrassed. I reached over to grab some tissues. She stopped me and said “No I’ll clean it up.” She dropped to her knees and started licking Çankaya Escort off the come and ass juice like it was ice cream. I was feeling dizzy from my orgasm, and said “enough.” She said “Shut up!” and continued to lick up all of the juices. I never saw her act like this before. She said “I just love the taste of my ass juice, especially when it’s mixed with your hot come!” It felt like I was in an X-rated film. She wined, “I want more juice!” as she suck on my now flaccid cock. “I said I’m sorry but I’m all out.” She pouted, then grabbed a half empty glass of champagne and drank it down in one gulp. She then squatted and started fingering her ass hole, pushing her two fingers in and out making a squishy sound. Cum started to drip onto the floor. She took the glass and held it under her hole, catching all of the come and ass juice that poured from her anus. She then held the glass up and inspected it. It was full of a clear liquid, thick like syrup and globs of my sperm. She looked at me and then drank it all down in one gulp. I stared at her in amazement. She just laughed. A few minutes later, we passed out on the couch and woke up with major hangovers. After that night, our sex habits switched over to almost all anal sex. That’s the only way that she could come now. That’s fine for me because my fetish dreams had finally come true.

I never knew that one could get off so much from getting fucked in the ass. I really thought that it was an occasional thing that women did, I guess I was wrong. I guess she’s one of a kind. But I’m glad that she enjoys it or I wouldn’t want to subject her to the pain/pleasure combo of anal sex.

When I brought her a butt plug from the store, she opened the package, sucked on the smallish sized dildo, lifted her skirt and shoved it up her ass hole. She smiled, kissed me on the cheek and left for her classes. She said she came 12 times during her first class and had no problem walking around with it up her butt. She told me that when she went in the bathroom in between classes to suck on the dildo so she could taste her own cum. This went on for a month. She wore it almost every day and she Ankara Escort got used to it.

One afternoon on her day off, I came home early to find her in the kitchen, naked and on the floor with ass in the air. There was a squeeze bottle of butter on the floor next to her. She had a new butt plug. It was huge, about 5 inches thick at the thickest part and about 8 inches long. She was trying to stuff this monster in her ass hole, struggling to get it in. She grunted because it was not sliding in like the little one that I bought for her. She managed to get it in around the 3 inch section of the plug, but that wasn’t enough. She pulled it out. Her hole remained open about 2 inches round. I was shocked. She must have been doing this for a while because I’ve never seen an anus remain open that long before. I pulled out my dick and slowly began to stroke it. She took the bottle of butter and placed it at her opening of her crater. Her hole was so big now that the bottle’s nozzle and top never even touched the rim of her ass hole. She squeezed the bottle and filled her hole with butter. She didn’t stop until her entire anal cavity was filled to the rim with butter, which immediately started to melt and drip out of her ass hole and onto the floor.

She grabbed the plug and slowly inserted it in to her ass hole. The butter began to squish out onto the floor as the butt plug filled up her hole. It went all the way in past the fattest part of the dildo. She started moaning and wiggling her ass around. After a minute she began to pull it out and put it back it. Letting the widest part of the dildo stretch out her hole. She kept doing this, moaning louder and louder. Suddenly she pulled it out and the melted butter poured out of her ass and onto the floor. She watched. Then put the plug back in her hole. It slid in and out so easily, leaving her anus wide open. At least 3 inches wide. She knew I was there jerking off. I didn’t want to fuck her and neither did she.

I walk over to her placed my throbbing cock right over her gaping ass hole. I stroked 5 times and came, shooting my load down into her wide open ass hole. I walked back to my corner of the room, as she shoved the butt plug back up her ass. She then pulled it back out, spilling my come, her juice and the butter onto the floor. She laughed at the mess that she made and ran into the shower. It took me a half of an hour to clean it up. But that’s O.K.

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What’s up, people? I smile to myself as I greet before this way, instead of saying As Salam Alaikum, the typical Muslim greeting. I blame my lover Stefano Saint-Mathieu for that. The tall, burly and roughly handsome Haitian has a certain effect on me, what can I say? The things I do for love, I guess. My name is Maimuna Jibril and I’m a tall, curvy and sexy, 36-year-old ( in a couple of months I will be 37 ) Somali Muslim immigrant woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Got another extremely hot story to share with you.

The other day, Stefano and I went to the City of Gatineau, Quebec, and visited the Canadian Museum of Civilizations. Truth be told, I was nervous about going into the region of Quebec because French Canadians, unlike the rest of Canada, are quite outspoken in their hatred for visible minorities, especially Muslims. Now, don’t get me wrong, white Canadians of all stripes hate minorities, and hide it behind their fake smiles but French Canadians are very open about it.

I’m a Hijab-wearing and dark-skinned woman with a foreign accent, Quebec definitely isn’t the place for me. Stefano told me that it was time to face my fears, and promised me that he’d protect me if things got dicey. I was still nervous but with Stefano’s assurances, I decided to take a chance. Life’s a risk, after all. Might as well live a little instead of playing it safe all the damn time. Don’t you agree?

Stefano was born on the island of Haiti and raised in provincial Ontario, Canada. The brother speaks English and French without any discernible accents. He’s as Canadian as anyone. Me? I feel awkward at times. The French I learned from my cousins in the Republic of Djibouti is quite different from what Canadians speak. I speak Parisian French and it’s completely and utterly different from Quebecer French, which is hard on my ears, to tell you the truth.

Hand in hand, Stefano and I boarded the number eight OC Transpo bus at the Rideau Shopping Center and sat in the middle. The bus ride from downtown Ottawa to Gatineau didn’t take long, and the Museum of Civilizations was right there on the border between the small town of Gatineau, Quebec, and the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I smiled to myself, and felt contentment and peace as Stefano took my hand and brought it to his lips. The Haitian stud is so romantic, quite unlike the Somali guys I grew up.

As qiqitv.info a Muslim woman, raised in Somalia, an Islamic country, I’m not used to romance. I’m not saying that we Muslims don’t love, we’re as human as anyone else. I’m just saying that in Islamic countries, the rules of behavior for men and women are strict, and prevent us from doing certain things. Marriages are arranged, and dating isn’t something that we do. I was wedded to my long-dead husband Ali and produced a daughter, Amina, whom I loved, but I never felt romantic love for my husband although I cared about him.

Romantic love isn’t something that Muslim women living in predominantly Islamic countries dare think of as their daily reality. It’s not that Muslim men are hard and unfeeling, it’s just that they’re brainwashed by all the strict rules of Islam. It’s so sad, really. Islamic rules set up barriers between men and women, and prevent us from making true connections. That’s just the way of things in Muslim countries, from Bangladesh to Somalia, from Saudi Arabia to Iran. Welcome to our world.

Stefano loves me and makes me feel alive like never before. Small wonder I fell in love with him, even though Stefano is 27 years old, almost a decade younger than me, and a lapsed Christian, while I’m 36 years old and a practicing Muslim. Stefano calls me his Somali goddess, his chocolate MILF, and I find this Frat-type talk endearing rather than annoying or demeaning. The lad clearly cherishes me, and I thank my lucky stars that the two of us met.

The OC Transpo bus crossed the bridge separating Quebec from Ontario, and I looked at the water underneath us. It was around noon, and the sun was high in the sky on this frosty day in late February. We got off at the Museum, and went there. Once we got there, Stefano took out his CIBC debit card and paid for our tickets, then we went inside.

Proudly, I linked my arm with Stefano’s as we walked around the museum. The exhibits were lovely, filled with everything from Aboriginal Canadian artworks to European artifacts, African sculptures and ancient Egyptian artifacts. I smiled to myself as I recognized a piece from Northeast Africa. I’m a Muslim woman, and Islam is the only religion I follow, though I have some basic respect for Christians and Jews.

Still, I was quite familiar with the Animist beliefs that some people in the land of Ethiopia, particularly the Oromo people, still practice to this very day. Ethiopians are predominantly Orthodox Christians and we Somalis are predominantly Sunni Muslims so we don’t get along but I know a lot about their culture. Plus, lots of Somalis live in Ethiopia. Long before the Abrahamic religions began spreading around the Middle East and the vastness of Africa, we Africans had our own faiths. Cool, I find that very interesting. I’m not changing my religion, though.

Stefano Saint-Mathieu and I walked around the Museum of Civilizations, and just as I expected, most of the visitors were white, even though I saw a few Asians and Arabs here and there. I think Stefano and I were the only black visitors, even though I saw quite a few black security guards and black staff workers in uniform. I guess some things never change in Canada, no matter what part of it you’re in. Still, I enjoyed the hell out of my visit, though.

Exactly three hours later, Stefano and I left the Canadian Museum of Civilizations, and boarded the red and white OC Transpo bus going back to the City of Ottawa. We left Quebec behind, and once we got home, I took Stefano and thanked him properly for a wonderful afternoon. First, I fed him some of my delicious Lahooh with Suqaar and eggs, along with salty buttered rice, goat meat and we washed it all down with some cold Pepsis.

Afterwards, Stefano and I went straight to the bedroom, for my Haitian stud was hungry for my Somali pussy after tasting my cuisine. I lay on the bed, clad in my bra, panties and Hijab, since I know this wickedly naughty combination of outfits turns Stefano on like crazy. The Haitian stud’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when I spread my thick, shapely thighs invitingly, exposing a very obvious target. I winked at Stefano, and the horny young man came to me.

I took Stefano’s handsome face in my hands and kissed him, then he began sucking on my tits while fondling them. Off came my bra, and Stefano pulled off my panties, then buried his face between my legs. I licked my lips as Stefano began munching on my pussy. As per his request, I hadn’t washed my cunt when I showered this morning. Stefano tells me that he likes the natural scent of a woman’s pussy. I found that weird, but I indulged my sexy Haitian lover. Also, Stefano is really into hairy pussies. Mine is pretty hairy and I once felt bad about that because Islamic culture requires women to shave off all body hair below the neck. Well, I threw away my razor because Stefano likes my hairy self. This young Haitian man accepts me with all of my flaws. How could I not love him?

Stefano licked my pussy, teasing my clit with his tongue while his agile fingers wormed their way into my cunt. I cried out in pleasure, for I really, really liked what he was doing to me. My dead husband Ali never licked my pussy. In the isolated Somali village where I grew up, by some miracle I was spared the horror of excision, and my husband thought I was a freak. Most Somali women are circumcised, a barbaric practice which needs to end. I’m one in a million, a Somali woman who is “unmodified”.

Stefano finished licking my sweet, hairy pussy, and then turned me around. First, Stefano kissed my thick, round and juicy Somali derriere, and then he began licking my asshole after I spread my ass cheeks for him. Eating female ass, lots of men find that disgusting but Stefano turned me onto it. Now I can’t get enough of it, and I absolutely love it when Stefano sticks his tongue into the forbidden depths of my asshole. I swear, I like having my ass licked more than my pussy. This delights my sweet Stefano since the Haitian stud is an ass man in every way!

After giving my pussy and asshole a tongue bath, Stefano and I moved onto more fun stuff. Aloe cream got my ass lubricated nicely enough, and then I got on all fours. Stefano got behind me, and pressed his dick against my asshole. Slowly, carefully, Stefano pushed his dick into my ass. I love anal sex, I’m a Somali Muslim woman and I don’t care who knows it. The feel of Stefano’s dick in my asshole was deliciously painful, and I absolutely loved it. Stefano fucked my ass with gusto, and I rocked against him, grinding my big butt against his groin, until he came inside of me in an explosion of power and passion.

Stefano and I lay in each other’s arms after fucking, or lovemaking, whatever you want to call it. I do love these special moments, after banging, when we’re just lying there and talking. I care for Stefano a lot, and I’m honestly falling in love with him, even though our passion for each other kind of scares me sometimes. Stefano wants to introduce me to his family, and I’m scared shitless about that prospect. Still, I’m done living cautiously. I want to be loved, and feel alive, and I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. Wish me luck.

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