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“Stop staring up my skirt, you dirty old man!”

The words made Jonathan Brown’s blood run cold. He’d been grading the essay questions from the first exam for his Introductory Honors course at the University of Alabama, Birmingham. He loved teaching these Honors sections; the students were very bright and engaged, and the classes always had interesting topics they were built around. The course he was teaching this semester was titled “It’s the End of the World as We Know It”, and it focused on apocalyptic film and literature.

The only part about teaching he hated was grading tests. Multiple-choice tests are easy; they can be machine graded. But an Honors course cried out for essay questions, giving students a chance to work through a scenario, and to practice their writing skills. Reading several hundred essays, though, could quickly put one to sleep. There was a sameness to most of the answers that became mind-numbing.

That’s where Jonathan had been just a few minutes earlier. He was about halfway through the pile, reading an essay that was pointing out the corollaries between Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road” and the New Testament’s Book Of Revelation. This student’s writing wasn’t particularly bad, but he’d read all this before, and his brain was shutting down. He thought it was time to call it a day and turn in for the night. Suddenly, in the middle of a paragraph, apropos of nothing, was that sentence:

“Stop staring up my skirt, you dirty old man!”

He snapped to, his brain no longer in a fog. What the hell was that? He quickly read through the rest of the paragraph, hoping that sentence fit in to the point the student was making. But it didn’t. The sentence before, and the one after, fit together. That sentence had just been stuck in there, a message to him.

Jonathan flipped to the first page to see whose test this was. Suellen Parker. Now he felt a little nauseous. Because, while the class had been taking this test, he had, in fact, been staring up Suellen Parker’s skirt. A lot.

Jonathan had taught thousands of students over the years, and he was quite sure he’d never had one named Suellen before. She was pretty enough, as an awful lot of twenty-something’s are; thin, taller than average, with long brown hair. She sat on the front row, but had so far done little to engage in the class discussions. She dressed in conservative, nondescript clothing, seeming to want to draw as little attention to herself as possible. Until last Monday, the day of the first test.

Suellen Parker had come to class that day wearing one of the shortest skirts Jonathan had ever seen a student wear. If she had so much as shrugged her shoulders while she was standing, she would have exposed herself. Jonathan is only human; he couldn’t help but look.

He had noticed for the first time what a tight body Suellen had. She usually wore baggy jeans or sweatsuits, but Jonathan saw now that she was very fit, and had an amazing set of legs. Nope; something past amazing; phenomenal; world-class!

She had a short torso, so her legs were disproportionately long, very lean, and muscular. She was either a runner or a weightlifter. Jonathan had a deep appreciation for a fine pair of legs. His wife, Julie Murphy, who was a math professor at UAB, was over six feet tall, and had pretty amazing legs herself. But Suellen’s were simply magnificent!

The students filtered in, Jonathan passed the tests out, and sat down at the table at the front of the room. He never sat here except on test day; typically, he sat on top of the table, or walked around the room. Today, from this new vantage point, he found himself looking straight at Suellen Parker’s barely covered pussy.

He could hardly be faulted. Her skirt covered nothing, and she sat with her legs parted; not spread so wide that it was noticeable, but wide enough to give anybody in front of her—Jonathan—a nice view. She was wearing yellow panties. He couldn’t be sure, but would have guessed it was a thong, because there was such a thin piece of fabric covering her sex. She had either shaved, or at least trimmed, her cunt, since there was no evidence of any hair.

Jonathan was absolutely mesmerized. He kept telling himself to look away, and he would momentarily, but his eyes kept returning. He pulled out his phone and pretended to be looking at it, but he stared hard at Suellen Parker’s yellow thong-covered pussy for a solid hour. She never looked up, never showed any sign that she knew he was looking; but she also never moved a muscle the entire time. She sat there, with her legs spread, showing herself to her professor.

He kept reading that sentence, over and over:

“Stop staring up my skirt, you dirty old man!”

So she had known that he was looking. But was she angry, or teasing him? She had written her essays in pencil, and there was a small mark above the exclamation point that had been badly smudged. Was that a smiley face? It might be; lord, that would change everything. There was nothing else embedded Antalya Escort in any of her essays, nor anything written on her copy of the test. Jonathan decided that she probably wasn’t angry, and even if she was, there wasn’t anything he could do about it now.

His brain fog was long gone, so he powered through the rest of the tests. Suellen got a 98, and he was glad that she had done so well. He was also sure that she had not gotten any favoritism from him; he had already graded most of her essays before he got to the one with the hidden message. She seemed very bright, providing keen analysis in well-crafted prose.

Jonathan always wrote a word or two of praise at the top of the exams of the students who got an A on each test, but he wrote a longer note than usual to Suellen:

“Great job, Suellen! Very provocative essays! Keep up the good work!”

He chose the words carefully. There was a subtle double-meaning, but nothing too blatant. He knew there was a very low likelihood that anybody but the two of them would ever see this test, but he didn’t want to take any chances. The last thing he did before going to class the next day was to take a picture of her essay. He wanted to preserve that sentence.

“Stop staring up my skirt, you dirty old man!”

He saw Suellen walk in to the classroom, and noticed that her baggy attire had returned. When he passed the test back, he watched her to see if she reacted to his comment, but she gave no sign that she even saw it. Over the next few weeks, she continued to dress conservatively, but Jonathan was pleased to see that her engagement in discussions ramped up. He was glad for her sake, but it was a positive change for the class, too. She was smart, providing insightful analysis and a unique perspective.

As it got closer to the time for the second test, Jonathan was getting more and more anxious, wondering what, if anything, Suellen would do this time. He realized that it was likely that her actions during the first test were a one-off, and nothing would happen. But he was hopeful.

His heart started racing as soon as he spotted her that morning. It had moved deeper into the fall season, and the weather had cooled, so she was not dressed as provocatively as before. But Suellen Parker still looked amazing. She was wearing a pink sweater that was stretched tautly across her firm tits, and it was very apparent that she was braless. Her nipples were erect and on full display. She wore a light grey skirt, longer than before, but still quite short. Her legs were bare, and Jonathan was reminded of how flawless they were.

It seemed like she came prepared to play, and he couldn’t wait for the test to start. He wanted to see what she would do today. He passed out the exams, and took his seat at the table, directly in front of Suellen. And he got the shock of his life!

She had crossed her legs, but not knee over knee; her left ankle rested on her right knee. Her skirt hem draped over the horizontal line of her left leg, but just barely. To anyone not directly in front of her, it appeared that her skirt was covering the opening between her thighs. But from the front, she had opened herself up to Jonathan’s gaze. And gaze he did.

Suellen Parker was not wearing panties today! Jonathan found himself staring directly at her naked pussy. And it was magnificent! She was completely hairless, and her position had opened up her cunt, spreading her lips so that Jonathan could see the pink interior of her vagina. He could make out the bud of her clit peeking out from under her hood, and her labia glistened, presumably from her nascent arousal. Jonathan was certainly aroused, and was finding it difficult to sit still in his chair.

This was clearly deliberate; she knew exactly what she was doing. Once again, Jonathan got out his phone and pretended to scroll through his social media pages, but his eyes were locked on the beautiful bare pussy of Suellen Parker. And, once again, she never looked at him, never betrayed any hint that she knew what he was doing, and never changed her position during the entire time.

Jonathan was glad she wasn’t doing this to him on a day when he would be teaching the class. He knew that he would barely be able to speak, let alone try to follow a thought to any sort of coherent conclusion. At the end of the hour, he gathered the tests and practically ran back to his office. He needed to see if she had left him another message. He dug her test out of the pile and started reading.

He found two of them this time. In her second essay, he found this sentence randomly inserted:

“Do you see something you like, you perv?”

Jonathan smiled. She was playing with him, clearly enjoying this. He didn’t know if their game would lead to anything beyond this back and forth, but it was fun, and now he felt safe. This would stay between the two of them. Feeling bolder, he decided to reply. She had written her answers in pencil again, so he drew a sort of smiley face Antalya Escort Bayan in the margin next to her message, also in pencil. He widened the eyes, and exaggerated the mouth into an open expression of surprise.

He finished grading Suellen’s essays, and found a second message in another answer:

“Are you okay? You seem all hot and bothered. Anything I can do to help?”

The second message convinced him that he was safe to respond more openly. At the bottom of the page, just below this full answer, he wrote:

“Help?? How? You caused it!”

This second message felt almost like an invitation, and he was tempted to try to find out if it was. But he had to be careful. Fucking one of your students was a sure way for a professor to get fired. He decided to wait a while to see if an opportunity presented itself.

Jonathan finished grading the tests, and was again pleased to see that Suellen had done very well; she got a 97 on this test. He went back and re-read her essays, just to be sure that he was grading her answers fairly. But even on second read, they were excellent essays. She was a good writer, providing solid analysis and appropriate support for her assertions. Most impressively, her responses were well organized, something often missing in essays from otherwise strong students. He honestly did not think he’d cut her any undue slack.

He passed back the exams the next class period, and watched Suellen carefully after she got hers. She turned immediately to the essays, and he saw her smile ever so slightly when she read his responses. That convinced him more than ever that she was enjoying this.

Over the next few weeks, she continued to come to class wearing frumpy clothes, but she remained highly engaged in the course, and had become one of the class leaders. Jonathan could always count on her if the other members of the class were reluctant to answer a question or respond to a prompt. He remained unsure about how to push things farther with her, and still hoped to find an opening. Just after fall break, she presented him with one.

She made an appointment through his online calendar for Friday at 11:00, right after class. He noticed that she spoke up in class that day, but was pointedly not looking him in the eye. He was nervous about this meeting, and had just a few minutes to take some deep breaths and calm himself, before he heard a soft knock on his office door.

“Hi, Dr. Brown. Is this a good time?”

“Of course! Come in, Suellen. What can I do for you?”

She sat in the chair in front of his desk. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time. I have a question…” She seemed very nervous, and looked down at her lap. “Do you want me to stop?”

Jonathan briefly considered responding as if he had no idea what she was talking about, but that didn’t feel right. Suellen was playing this straight with him. Besides, he wanted to see if this might lead somewhere.

“No, I don’t” he said. “Look, it’s clear that what you’ve been doing wasn’t for any special consideration. You’re the top student in the class; you don’t need any help from me. And you haven’t asked for anything.” He was silent for a few moments, then added quietly, “Plus I’ve really enjoyed it.”

Suellen looked up from her lap with a faint smile. “I knew you were a perv” she whispered.

“My God, Suellen, what did you think I’d do, turn away?”‘

“No, I’m just yanking your chain. I wanted you to watch. I wanted you to enjoy it.” They had both started breathing harder. “Can I ask another question?”

“Of course.”

“Did you get hard?”

“Yes” he croaked. His throat had suddenly gotten very dry.

“Have you thought about me?” she asked huskily.

“Quite a lot” he said.

“Have you thought about what you’d like to have happen next?”

He cleared his throat. “Suellen, you’re a student in my class. There aren’t a lot of strict rules for college professors, but that is a very big one. And there’s no wiggle room. I could lose my job!”

“Relax, Dr. Brown. I don’t want you to get into any trouble. You’re the best professor I’ve ever had. In class, anyway. I meant, have you thought about what you’d like me to do during the next test?”

Jonathan smiled. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy whatever you do. So surprise me!”

Suellen stood and picked up her backpack. “I’m glad we talked, Dr. Brown. I’ve got an idea for the next test. You better wear loose pants.” She walked toward the door, but paused with her hand on the knob. “You said why we shouldn’t get together, but you never said that you didn’t want to.”

“That’s right, Suellen, I never said that.”

She opened the door. “Well, I won’t be your student much longer, Dr. Brown. Maybe we can talk again after the semester’s over.”

“Of course we can, Suellen. Anytime.”

With that, she turned and left, closing his office door behind her. Two thoughts immediately ran through Jonathan’s mind. First, it seemed clear that she Escort Antalya was open to the possibility of them pursuing a sexual relationship. And second, he wondered what she had meant when she said that he was the best professor she’d had; in class, anyway? Had she had sex with other professors?

Regardless of what might happen, Jonathan knew that the time had come for him to talk about Suellen with his wife. Julie wouldn’t mind if he had sex with his student; he was pretty sure of that. They had recently opened up their relationship, and Julie had engaged in several extramarital affairs. She had even been gang-fucked by three black men one night a few months ago.

They had never talked about Jonathan fucking someone else, but that would have been weird, if she was free to play, but he wasn’t. He hadn’t said anything to her yet, because nothing had happened. But now that it looked like something might happen, he wanted to get in front of it. There was no way he was going to pursue anything without talking it over with Julie first.

He brought it up at dinner that night. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“That sounds a little serious” Julie said. “What’s up?”

“There’s a student in my Honors class who’s engaged in some…strange behavior. I probably should have told you about this before, but I didn’t; I’m not even really sure why I didn’t.”

“What’s he done?”

“It’s a she, and she’s exposed herself to me during the two tests.”

“Well, that’s not something that happens every day! Anybody I know?”

“I’m not sure; do you know Suellen Parker?”

“That sounds like the name of Nancy Drew’s best friend!” Julie said, laughing. “So, tell me about it.”

Jonathan took a deep breath. “She sits on the front row, and usually dresses very conservatively. I mean, like frumpy. First test, she shows up in a skirt so short it’s probably illegal in some Southern states. She sits down right in front of me, and spreads her legs just enough that I’ve got a perfect view of her snatch. She’s wearing a yellow thong, with this tiny panel covering her pussy. She stays like that the whole hour. I tried to look away, but…”

“You’re only human?” Julie offered.

“Exactly! Anyway, I’m grading the tests later, and in the middle of one of her essays, she adds a sentence as a message to me.”

“What did it say?”

“Stop staring up my skirt, you dirty old man.”

That made Julie laugh! “Was she mad, or teasing you?”

“I wasn’t sure at first. But after that, she got a lot more engaged in the class. She’s turned into one of the leaders. So I figured she couldn’t be too pissed about it. Plus, she went back to wearing her frumpy clothes, so I thought it was just some weird thing that wouldn’t happen again. But then we had the second test a few weeks ago…”

“Did she do it again?”

“No…um, no…she went further this time.” Julie’s eyes widened, and Jonathan continued. “She wore a sweater that was about three sizes too small, and it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. But it got better! When she sat down in front of me and spread her legs, she wasn’t wearing panties either!”

“Ohmygod! What did you do?”

“What do you think I did? I stared at her pussy for an hour!”

Julie was laughing harder now. “Of course you did; you’re…”

“…only human; yeah, we established that” Jonathan finished.

Julie finally composed herself. “So why are you telling me about this now?”

“She came to my office today.”

“Did something happen?” asked Julie.

“No, nothing happened.”

“But something might happen?”

“I don’t know; maybe. She kind of hinted around that she’d be interested. I gave her the spiel about her being my student, and that I could lose my job. She said that she wouldn’t be my student much longer, and that maybe we could talk again after the semester was over. It seemed clear that she was at least considering the possibility.”

“What about you?” Julie asked. “Are you considering the possibility?”

“You and I have talked about you fucking around, but we haven’t established any ground rules for me. The only thing I knew for sure was that I wasn’t going to do anything without talking it over with you first.”

“When we first started talking about this hotwife stuff” Julie said, “we both made it clear that the ‘humiliated cuckhold’ scenario had no appeal to us. I don’t believe you encouraged me to explore this lifestyle so that you’d get the green light to fuck around yourself. But I also don’t think it would be at all fair if I could fuck other people, but you couldn’t. If you want to, I say go for it. Just wait ’til the semester’s over.” She was quiet for a minute, then added, “Is she pretty?”

“Yeah, pretty enough, I guess. She’s very sexy. I mean, for God’s sake, I’ve seen her pussy! Her very wet pussy, I might add. I wouldn’t have pursued her, but I have to admit, it’s very flattering to have her pursuing me.”

“Well I think it’s pretty hot that some sweet young thang wants to fuck my sexy husband! You will tell me all about it, won’t you?”

“Of course! Every lurid detail!”

“When’s the next test?”

“Two weeks. Suellen said she had something special planned, and that I should wear loose pants.”

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June 1987

My name is Jim, and I work as a consultant for a large consulting firm in the United States. I work out of an office in Miami, and I have had a very good career with this company. Fortunately for me, I am able to retire at 40 and enjoy the quiet life. I have been fortunate with investments, and I had a good lottery win, and although it wasn’t lucky my parents passed away and left me a sizable inheritance. These combined have given me enough of a portfolio to let me retire at a very early age.

I was sitting in my office working on reports on the last day of work trying to tie up some loose ends. It was about three thirty and I had three reports to finish before I left for good. The three reports were going to make some people very happy because with some small suggestions, the bar and the two restaurants that I had been working with could really turn their businesses to real huge affairs.

Just as I was finishing one report, Betty, (a.k.a. blowjob Betty), stuck her head in the door and asked if I wanted to go for a couple of drinks after work. I turned her down knowing that the night would have ended up with me getting my brains fucked out. Hence the nickname.

I kept working and soon had the three reports finished. I put them in their folders and went to the office of my boss. Laurie waved me in as she finished a phone call. I handed her the reports and said that this should make the clients very happy.

She read them over and she agreed. We talked for a bit and I could tell that she knew something was up. She finally asked me, ” What is bothering you, you seem on edge?”

I said, ” I have to tell you something else, and I am having trouble because we have become good friends and I have a huge amount of respect for you even if you are 14 years my junior.”

She said, “Just tell me.”

I started, ” This is my last day, I have turned in my papers and I have retired as of tonight. I have arranged it all with human recourse, and they have already found a replacement for me. He is coming from the Seattle office.”

Laurie looked at me kind of stunned. She said, “How come you didn’t say anything sooner. I would have liked to have had a chance to arrange something of a going away party.”

I Escort Beylikdüzü told her, “That is why I didn’t say anything, I didn’t want a party and I just wanted to go out quietly.”

She said, “Well at least let me take you to dinner and we can have a nice good bye.”

I agreed, and she got on the phone and made reservations at a restaurant that I had heard of but had never been too.

She wrote out the address and told me that there was a dress code, suit and tie was a must.

I left work and headed home to have a shower and change. I arrived at the restaurant about ten minutes early and I waited in the lobby for Laurie. She arrived, and the way she was dressed, she made the statement HERE I AM.

She was dressed in a black sheath dress, with a diamond necklace, and she wore three inch spike shoes. She wore white diamond perfume, and I had an instant hard on.

As we were walked to out table, every guy and even a few women watched us walk by. I just loved being able to sit at the table with her, and know that just about every guy in the place wanted her. Hell, I had wanted her for about three years now.

We had an amazing dinner, and polished off a couple bottles of wine. We talked about everything and anything, and it soon became late and the dining room was closing.

We left and as we walked out the door, Laurie said, “Come up to my condo for a drink, I live in the building and we can have a night cap or two.”

We went up and as soon as we had closed the door to her condo, she grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall. She kissed me hard and fast and got on her knees. She opened my pants and took out my cock. She licked and sucked on it for about ten seconds and then put it back in my pants. She stood up and said, ” there is a lot more where that came from.”

I kissed her hard and long and as I did, I turned her so that her back was to the wall. I leaned over and kissed her left breast and then got on my knees. I lifted her dress and was greeted by a naked pussy. I licked it dragging my tongue slowly along the lips. I got to her clit and I sucked on it slowly, and I heard her moan deeply. I pulled her dress down again and stood up. I kissed Escort Bahçeşehir her hard again, and said, ” There is a whole lot more of that and more where that came from.”

Laurie almost ripped my jacket taking off me, and she grabbed my tie and pulled me to her bedroom. When we got there she grabbed my shirt and ripped it off me. She just about destroyed my pants and soon I was naked in front of her except for my tie.

I took hold of her dress and pulled it over her head and she was naked, as he wore no bra or panties. I pulled of my tie as she pulled down the bedding and we were soon in bed kissing. I let my hands roam all over her body, caressing her tits and ass and rubbing her pussy that was getting very wet.

I started to work my way down to her breasts and when I got there I suck slowly and patiently on them listening to her moan and hiss as she got hornier and hornier. I started to kiss my way to her pussy and she tried to stop me. I moved her hands and kept going. She didn’t put up much of a fight.

When I got to her pussy, I could smell of her pussy, that sweet musky odour of horniness. Her pussy was already leaking juice and I let my tongue lap it up tasting her sweetness. She moaned even harder and started to squirm. As I continued to lap her pussy, she was starting to beg for more, so I slowly stuck my tongue into her pussy and she started to whimper, “God yes, oh God that feels so good, Oh God, Yessssssssssssssssss, Fuck yes, I am going to cum.”

Within seconds, she started to buck and I just tried to keep licking as she bucked on the bed.

As she started to slow down, I slowly slid up her body, bringing the sweet juice of her pussy up to her mouth on my lips. She kissed me hard, and sucked the juice off of my lips.

I looked at her and she had a smile on her lips and a look of lust in her eyes. She said, “God, fuck me now, fill me with your cock.”

I started to slid my cock into her, and I soon was buried balls deep in her pussy. She wrapped her legs around me, and we soon were in an erotic rhythm as we fucked hard. I had fucked her for about two minutes when I felt my balls tighten, and I knew that I was going to cum. I told her and I tried to pull out. She grabbed my ass, and held me in and I had no choice but to shoot my hot load in her. As I started to shoot she kissed me hard and long and her tongue was inside my mouth fighting with my tongue.

I laid on top of her kissing her, until my cock softened and slowly slip out of her. When I was out, I rolled over and laid beside her. She cuddled up and had her head on my chest.

She said, “When was the first time you wanted to have sex with me?”

I said, “the first time I was in your office. When we were looking over a report. I wanted you to turn and suck me off and then I wanted to put you on your desk and fuck you right there.”

She said, “that was the first time I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted to suck you right then, and I wanted more than for you to just fuck me. I wanted you to ravage me right then and there.”

We spent the night sleeping and fucking and sleeping. Morning came and we had another session, but that was more love making than raw sex.

We continued to see each other for about three months until she told me that she was being transferred to the head office in Chicago.

We kept in touch for about a year after she moved and then slowly fell out of touch. June 2010

I hadn’t thought about Laurie for about ten years, and I was very surprised when she called me. I recognized her voice right away, and we soon had set a time to meet. She was coming to my condo, and I was looking forward to meeting her again.

The door bell rang and I opened it to Laurie and a very younger version of her, her daughter Lexi. After they had settled in the living room, we started to talk and Laurie, told me that Lexi was going to be working in the Miami office, doing the job she had done so many years before. Laurie asked me, if I would work as an outside trainer and help train Lexi to run the office. I agreed as I was looking for some thing to kill some time.

We had dinner and we got caught up with the past but the only thing that Laurie would tell me was about Lexi. She kept avoiding the topic every time it came up.

Later that night as they were getting ready to leave, Laurie gave me a kiss that brought back memories. I could have taken her right there if it weren’t for Lexi.

It turned out that I didn’t have to worry. As Lexi was getting ready to leave she gave me hug and a long deep passionate kiss. She leaned into my ear and said “It is so good to meet you finally Dad.”

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The air rushing past us was uncharacteristically warm for a Northern California night. We had decided there was no way we could stay in the city for what promised to be the first nice weekend of the summer and now the Jeep climbed a twisting road into the mountainous interior of Mendocino National Forest. We had stopped to take the top down shortly after we left I-5 and now the fresh air billowed around us as the sun dipped below a distant ridge. We were already fifteen minutes out of the last town and we hadn’t seen another car since then. Another half an hour should bring us to the remote cabin we had rented for the weekend, but we were in no hurry. It was pleasant enough just to be alone in the outdoors.

Stacy echoed my thoughts aloud from the passenger seat.

“God, it is so nice to be out of the city. I hope we don’t see another person all weekend.”

“Well, if this cabin is as remote as they promised us, that shouldn’t be a problem,” I answered.

“It better be. I want to find a sunny spot and lay out naked.”

“If you’re laying out naked, I don’t know if I’ll be able to leave you alone long enough for you to relax,” I warned her teasingly.

“Don’t worry, getting sun isn’t the only reason I want to be naked,” she assured me, “I also just want to feel the fresh air on my bare skin while we make love.”

“Why wait? I asked her. “There’s plenty of fresh air now, why don’t you take your shirt off?”

I said it jokingly, not really expecting her to do any such thing, even this far from civilization. To my surprise, she sat up and started to undo the top button on her shirt.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to keep your eyes on the road?” she inquired. “It’s awfully curvy….”

“I’ll try to keep my attention on the curves in the road,” I joked back, “even though I’d rather look at yours.”

I did steal one glance at her in the rapidly diminishing light and saw that she had at least three or four buttons undone. I could just catch a glimpse of the creamy skin at the top of her breasts as she pulled the sides of the shirt apart. With regret, I pulled my eyes back to the road. Stacy has the most magnificent tits I’ve ever seen and I never tire of staring at them – or of caressing and kissing them.

I became peripherally aware of an increased amount of movement in the passenger seat and stole another glance at her just in time to see her triumphantly pull her bra out of her shirt. The shirt itself was now open the whole way down the front and her large boobs jutted out proudly. I could see that the feel of the wind had already hardened her nipples. To me, they looked like tasty cherries atop those two delectable scoops of flesh.

“You’re not making this driving thing easy,” I warned her.

“I bet you wish you could touch them, huh?” she teased me further. “Like I am. God, it feels so good to run my fingertips over my boobs with the air blowing over them.”

Something else began to call for my attention as well, as the sight of my beautiful wife had the expected effect on my dick. I could feel it strain against my jeans and even felt an extra little surge when she described how it felt to be touching her own tits. I hope we reach that cabin soon, I thought, or I’m going to pull over and have her in the trees beside the road.

Another quick glance, but this time the image stayed on my retina even after I looked back at the road. My wife was sitting in the seat with her shirt completely off, fondling herself and teasing her nipples with her fingertips. I could still clearly see the image of her petite hands rubbing all over her chest and lifting those heavenly globes up to feel the air along the sensitive undersides. I tried to blink away the image and concentrate on the road. There might not be any other cars, but it was a narrow, winding road and there was always the chance a deer would choose that moment to leap in front of us.

“You’re turning me on so bad, baby,” I told her softly.

“I’m turning myself on too,” she replied, “my pussy is getting so wet that I want to feel the air rushing over it too. I bet just the feel of the wind on my clit would make me come right now.”

The thought made my dick jump again and I tried to surreptitiously reach one hand down to adjust myself.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Having a little problem down there?”

“I think someone is jealous that your body parts can come outside and play,” I told her.

“Oh, he’ll be even more jealous once I get my shorts off,” she said.

Once again there was an extra bit of movement in the passenger seat as she slipped her shorts down around her ass. I looked again and saw her leaning slouched down in the seat with her shorts and panties bunched up around her thighs. The light from the moon wasn’t enough for me to clearly see her womanhood but I could see her hands sliding down between her legs.

“Oh my GOD! That feels so good. I can’t remember the last time I had my pants off outside. The air feels so good. It’s starting to cool down a little and that just Escort bayan makes it feel even better….”

My glances toward her were starting to become more frequent and I watched with a sort of strobe vision as she pulled her shorts and panties the rest of the way off. I couldn’t believe that my lovely wife was reclining in the seat next to me stark naked, with the top down on the Jeep. I watched with admiration and frustration as she put her feet up on the dashboard, spreading her legs wide and pushing her ass forward to the edge of the seat. I could see her hands moving rapidly between her beautiful white thighs and she decided to take the opportunity to tell me just how much she was enjoying herself.

“Oh god, baby, this feels so good. I can’t decide what feels better on my cunt, my fingers or the wind. I am sooo wet. It’s a good thing we can clean the Jeep just by hosing it out. I think my pussy is dripping all over the seat. God, I’m sliding two fingers up inside myself while I hold it open so I can feel the wind on my fucking clit….”

My wife knows that hearing her talk dirty drives me crazy and she knows just what to say. I slid my hand into my lap again and started rubbing myself as best as I could through my pants. At this point, I didn’t care if I came right in my boxers. I looked over again and saw that Stacy was pumping one hand inside herself furiously and pushing her feet against the dashboard so hard her ass was coming up off the seat.

“Oh baby, God, yes, I’m going to make myself come so fucking hard for you. I know you want to see me coming while I’m fingerfucking myself. Oh, yes, baby, yes, ohhhhhh….”

Her words trailed into an incomprehensible moan as her body went rigid and I saw her grab her pussy and hold tight as she exploded into a massive orgasm. The moan turned into a little shriek as the peak hit her and then a long sigh as her body relaxed and her eyes started to refocus.

“Did that feel good, baby?” I asked rhetorically.

“Oh, hell yeah! God that felt awesome! I was just fantasizing that it was your fingers inside me or better yet, your hard cock.”

“You might have your chance soon,” I told her, “that looks like the turn off to the cabin ahead.”

Sure enough, a discrete sign labeled “Mountain Getaway” stood beside a simple gate.

“Here,” I said and held out a key to her.

“What?”

“I’m driving so you have to get out and unlock the gate.”

“I don’t have any clothes on!”

“You haven’t had any clothes on for five miles. I think it’s a little late for modesty.”

“Oh, fine,” she said, “You don’t think I’ll do it, do you?”

With that, she grabbed the key from my hand and swung her door open. I watched in awe and amazement as she jumped to the soft ground and padded into the pool of light from the headlights. I could only stare, transfixed, at her gorgeous nude body as she walked barefoot through the dirt to the gate. Her lovely legs, perfectly rounded ass and the darkly beautiful swirls of the tattoos on her back made her look like a pagan goddess approaching her sacred grove. My blood burned through my veins like gasoline on fire and I had to put all my will into not jumping out after her and taking her right there on the ground, in the harsh glare of the headlights.

In the time it took me to gain control of myself she had unlocked the gate and swung it aside. I pulled the Jeep through and sat there trying to regain the rest of my self control as she relocked it and rejoined me in the Jeep.

“You going to be OK, there?” she teased.

“Oh god, I want you so bad, baby.”

“You can wait a little longer, I’m sure,” she assured me. “At least long enough to get out of sight of the road.”

Nodding silently, I pressed the accelerator and drove slowly up the dirt road. It was maybe another half a mile before a small wooden cabin came into sight. I pulled over to one side of the clearing around it and parked. Relieved to be here, I turned off the ignition and dowsed the lights.

In the sudden darkness, I was momentarily blind and it shocked me when I felt a body near mine. Then Stacy’s hand was in my lap, surrounding my rock hard cock. Her other hand groped for my zipper and I helped her get it down as quickly as possible.

My dick sprang out into the night air but I only had a moment to feel the delightful coolness on my burning skin before I was engulfed by the silken feel of her mouth. In one quick movement, she sank her mouth down over the length of me until her lips were buried in my pubic hair. The sexy scene in the Jeep, the beautiful vision of her walking naked, the feel of the mountain air and the unusual sensation of being nearly blind overwhelmed me and I arched up toward her as my orgasm gathered in my balls and jetted upward. She slid her mouth back up as though enticing the orgasm out of me and when her lips hit the underside of my head, I exploded. Wave after wave of come blasted through me and she noisily sucked it all down and swallowed greedily. The orgasm raced through Bayan Escort me, sending my body, my mind and my soul out my cock and into her warm, welcoming mouth.

It took me several seconds to realize I had yelled loud enough to be heard two valleys away. My vision slowly came back, but I couldn’t tell if my eyes were adjusting to the moonlight or if I had literally lost my vision for a moment. I collapsed back into the seat as Stacy licked the last drops of come from me. Then she slid over to perch on my lap and wrap her arms around me. She leaned her face into mine and we shared a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste my own come in her mouth as well as hers and I knew I had missed it when she had tasted her own juices while masturbating. After a long while, she disengaged and gave me dick one more squeeze before sliding back to her side of the Jeep.

“C’mon,” she said happily, “you unpack and I’ll get a fire going!”

Fifteen minutes later, she had a nice fire going in the firepit outside of the cabin and I had carried our few supplies inside. The first thing I did in the cabin was pull the thin mattresses off of the twin beds and lay them side by side on the floor. I had no intention of sleeping on the other side of the room from my sexy wife tonight.

Once I got the cabin squared away, I retrieved a bottle of wine from the cooler, opened it, and filled our two plastic wine glasses. Grabbing each by the stem, I went outside to see how the fire was going.

Stacy had put her shorts and shirt back on, although she had left several buttons on the shirt undone and I could see she hadn’t bothered with her bra. She was crouched by the fire, happily poking at it with a long stick. I could see that she already had smears of soot on her hands and clothes, and her bare feet and knees were covered in the dry dust that is ubiquitous in California. She had even managed to get a small twig caught in her hair. I handed her a glass of wine and then gently removed the twig.

“You look like a perfect little Girl Scout,” I told her, “or maybe even a Boy Scout since you’re so dirty.”

“You know there’s nothing I like more than getting dirty and playing with fire,” she responded.

Once again I marveled at how ravishing she was. The flickering light of the fire played over the exquisite features of her face and reflected in her beautiful eyes. It still amazed me every day that this lovely woman was my wife. She moved to stand up and her shirt fell forward, giving me a wonderful view of her tits as they swung freely.

We set our camping chairs near the fire and sat down to enjoy the night. Surprisingly, it was still warm, with just a slight breeze that hinted of colder air in the higher mountains. The moon was nearly full and with the firelight we could see quite well. The only sounds were the rustle of branches in the wind and the crackles and pops of the campfire.

We sat and talked for a while, drinking our wine and staring contentedly into the fire. I continued to glance over at my wife, drinking in the sight of her. Eventually, I decided it was time to start seducing her again.

“Why don’t you unbutton your shirt the rest of the way?” I asked suddenly.

“Didn’t you get to look enough on the way up here?” she replied.

“I was paying attention to the road. I couldn’t enjoy the sight as much as I wanted to,” I told her.

“You have to take your shirt off, then,” she said.

I happily complied and watched with pleasure as she undid the rest of the buttons on her shirt and let it fall to her sides. Once again, her magnificent breasts were proudly displayed for me. I leaned back and enjoyed the cool air on my own bare flesh while I watched her hungrily.

“Do want me to toast us some marshmallows?” I asked.

“Yum. Will you toast one for me?” she asked.

“Of course. I’ll go get them. Don’t go anywhere,” I joked.

I quickly found a suitable stick and toasted a marshmallow for each of us. When they were lightly brown on the outside, I took one off and popped it in my mouth. Then I walked over to her and held the other one out. Slowly she leaned forward and opened her mouth. I pushed the marshmallow in and she closed her lips around my fingers, licking them sensuously as she pulled the gooey treat away.

“Mmmm,” she sighed as she swallowed and then delicately licked her lips, “just what I needed, more white creamy stuff.”

I laughed and started preparing two more marshmallows. We played that game for a few minutes, feeding each other and licking each other’s fingers clean. Finally I took a freshly toasted one to her and got down on my knees in front of her.

“Open your mouth and close your eyes,” I told her .

When she complied, I moved the marshmallow so it was positioned just above her right nipple. Then I squeezed until the creamy inside started to leak out through the crisp shell. The hot, melted marshmallow hung over her for a moment and then dropped to land directly on her nipple.

“Ohh!” she cried.

Quickly, Escort I leaned over and covered her nipple with my lips while I simultaneously slid the remainder of the marshmallow into her mouth. She moaned as she felt the dual stimulation of my tongue licking the cream off her breast and the sweetness exploding in her own mouth. As she started to lick and suck my fingers, I moved my lips around her breast, cleaning up every bit of marshmallow before I returned to her nipple and started flicking my tongue over it.

“Ohhhh,” she sighed around my fingers. I put my other hand up to her boob and lifted it up so that I had better access. Then I took as much of it as I could into my mouth and sucked hungrily on her nipple. She moaned again, louder, and clasped one hand behind my head.

I started moving my mouth over her chest, under her tits, between them and across first one nipple and then the other. As she relaxed and enjoyed my ministrations, I gently pulled my fingers from her mouth and slid both hands down to her shorts. In a moment, I had them unbuttoned and unzipped. Realizing what I was doing, she lifted her hips without opening her eyes and I slid the shorts over her ass and down her legs. As she sat back down, I gently guided her hips forward so she was sitting near the edge of the camp chair.

I ran my hands down the outsides of her legs and then started licking my way down her stomach. I lifted one leg and draped it over the side of the camp chair and then leaned forward. She willingly spread her legs open as far as she could and I looked down, past the light covering of blond pubic hair, to see that her pussy was already glistening with moisture. I quickly cupped her ass in both hands and lifted her toward me. Bending down, I ran my lips slowly up the inside of her upraised leg as she moaned again in pleasure. I moved my mouth closer and closer to her pussy, alternating kisses with short licks. Finally, I leaned as far down as I could and slowly licked up the length of her lips.

“Oh, god”, she moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

I did it again, but this time I let the tip of my tongue slide just inside her lips. When I got to the top, I pushed forward and let my tongue find its way to her clit. I flicked my tongue over it and her whole body spasmed in pleasure.

“Oh!” she cried, “yes….”

I continued to hold her lovely ass in one hand and moved the other up to her pussy. I slid my fingers along the length of it and felt how wet she was already. I held her open and, like a man eating his last meal, started rapidly licking and sucking on her clit. She started moaning uncontrollably and tangled both hands in my hair to pull my face closer to her. I licked harder and faster, smearing her juices all over my face as I tried to devour her. She started writhing in the chair and pushing her pussy into my face, smothering me in her sex.

“Uhhhh, oh god, yes, yes, baby, that feels so good, you eat my pussy so good baby,” she said in between gasps and sighs.

I slid one finger of my hand inside her and again felt a shudder pass through her whole body.

“Oh FUCK!” she cried as I started to slide my finger back and forth into her body. I carefully angled my finger so the tip would hit the inside wall of her pussy, just behind where my tongue was still assaulting her clit. I moved finger and mouth faster and faster until she began to buck and grind against me.

“Oh yes, baby, oh god, yes, yes, YES!” she screamed as her body tightened and the muscles of her cunt clenched around my finger. I kept licking and held her pussy against my face as her orgasm swept over her and she moaned incomprehensibly.

As her body relaxed, I slowed down and slid my finger out of her. Giving her hot sex one more kiss, I sat up and let her collapse into the chair.

“Oh my god, that was so great,” she told me when she could speak again. “I want you inside me right now.”

I jumped up and sprinted to the cabin. In seconds, I had returned with a blanket and thrown it on the ground beside the fire. Quickly, my wife slid out of her chair and lay on her back on the blanket. She spread her legs and looked up at me with imploring eyes.

“C’mon, I need you inside me, come fuck me right now,” she begged. There is nothing sexier than my beautiful wife laying totally naked in front of me, legs spread and tits jutting up proudly, begging me to fuck her. I quickly knelt between her outstretched legs and covered her body with mine. I could feel the heat of the fire on my legs and ass and the cool mountain air blowing over my back. When our bodies touched, an electric shock seemed to pass down over the entire surface of my skin, starting where her tits pressed against my chest and ending where our arms and legs intertwined. She held herself ready for me and I moved my hips forward, sliding into her in one easy motion. We both cried out in pleasure as I penetrated her and we were joined once again in that magical way that only true lovers experience.

As always, I paused for a moment so we could both relish the feeling of our bodies being joined, of being so close to each other. Inside her, I could no longer tell where I left off and she began. There was just one scorching hot junction of passions, a glorious consummation of our love.

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I was in the middle of the lesson and I felt like swearing. Without raising my voice or changing the pitch of the way I was speaking I made a suggestion to the class.

“If someone could throw something at Becky and attract her attention, I’d appreciate it. Preferably a brick.”

The girl sitting next to Becky gave her a nudge, and then gave her a harder one. She jolted and looked at her friend who nodded her head towards me. I just smiled at Becky and she cringed. I swear I have never known another girl who can get so thoroughly lost in a day dream.

When the class was finished I indicated to Becky that I would like a word with her. When she reached me I just said, “My office after school. Be there.”

The final bell rang and I was waiting for Becky. Fifteen minutes later I was still waiting and no sign of Becky. She’d probably wandered off in a dream again and completely forgotten. I was ready to pack up and go home, giving Becky away as a bad joke, when she knocked on my door and came bustling in.

“You wanted to see me, sir,” she said.

“Yes,” I said dryly with a look at the clock. “About fifteen minutes ago.”

The implication that she was a trifle tardy went straight past her without touching her. She just sat and waited to see what I wanted.

“You have to stop this daydreaming that you’re doing in school,” I snapped at her, getting a quickly nodded, “Yes, sir,” in reply.

“It’s not just my class where you seem to be having problems,” I continued, “although today was a bit much. Having to have a student shake you awake is not considered good practice.”

“Sorry, sir,” she said. “I was thinking about our maths problems.”

“Too bad I was teaching history, in that case,” I said, sarcasm to the fore.

I had a few more things to say to her, especially about her abysmal scholastic performance. She really was smart enough to be doing a lot better if she’d only apply herself. She was nodding and saying all the right things but I was developing the suspicion that everything I said was just so much hot air.

“Perhaps if you took some French Can-Can lessons and practiced them in the classroom it will help you concentrate,” I said and she nodded her agreement.

“Of course, you are eighteen, so maybe some lessons on dancing a strip-tease would be more appropriate. You could get a stripper pole and practice in the teacher’s lounge. We could make your act part of your cheerleader duties.”

She was nodding and murmuring polite agreement and I was absolutely jack of it.

“Perhaps you’d like to do a strip right now,” I suggested. “A personal display for me as a way of apologising for your lack of attention.”

I shut-up as soon as she agreed and waited. After a few moments of silence she actually focused on me.

“Ah, is that all, sir?” she asked.

“Not quite. I’m waiting for you to do what I asked you to do. You did indicate that you thought it an appropriate way to apologise.”

“Ah,” she said drawing it out, frantically trying to sort out what I’d said.

“Would you like me to repeat the suggestion?” I asked, and she nervously nodded, knowing she’d screwed up again but not sure how badly.

“I suggested that learning to dance would help you concentrate. Do you understand that bit?”

“Yes, sir, learn to dance Escort bayan as a means on concentrating.”

“I then suggested that you dance a nice strip-tease, here and now, as an apology for your inattention, and you agreed. Do you remember that bit or weren’t you paying attention.”

Her eyes opened wide and she looked as though she was trying to swallow something nasty.

“Well?”

“You expect me to do a strip-tease in front of you?”

“Right down to the buff,” I said maliciously. “That is what you agreed to, you know.”

“You had no right to suggest any such thing,” she said hotly. “You knew I wasn’t listening. That’s, that’s, OOH!”

“Quite right, I had no right to say such a thing. The point is, YOU WEREN’T BLOODY LISTENING! You have got to start paying attention or you can find yourself in real trouble.”

She was rather pale now and looked upset. I think I had finally got the message through to her.

“Get out of here,” I said in disgust, and she flushed.

“So I don’t really have to do a strip?” she asked in a small voice.

“Are you kidding? You wouldn’t have the god-damned nerve to do such a thing. Have a man see you naked? Not in a million years.”

She gave me a real killer look and to my surprise started undoing her blouse.

“What are you doing?” I asked with a sigh.

“What you suggested,” she snapped. “I’m stripping.”

“OOOKKK,” I said slowly. “Ah, you don’t want to lock the door first?”

“No. If anyone comes in and catches me I’ll blame you.”

I didn’t know how well that would work out for her but I didn’t say anything. I just sat back and enjoyed the show. I wondered how far she would go. Probably stop while she still had her undies on was my guess.

She took off her blouse and tossed it into the desk and started undoing her skirt. She hesitated for a moment at that point and I carefully kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want to say something that would force her to continue if she didn’t want to. I just sat back and enjoyed the view of her breasts pressing against her bra, a bra that perhaps should have been a little larger. I could see why she filled out her cheerleader costume so well.

Her skirt joined her blouse on my desk and she stood there looking at me defiantly. I was quite sure those panties weren’t school approved. The school approved granny type panties, not dainty bits of folderol made up of scraps of lace. Rather small scraps of lace at that.

“You didn’t think I’d dare, did you?” she said, and it seemed to me she sounded a little excited. Also, I was quite sure that it wasn’t my imagination telling me that her nipples were peaking and pressing against her bra.

“To be honest, no, I didn’t. You certainly showed me. You may feel free to get dressed again now.”

She looked insulted.

“Don’t you go telling me what to do. You said strip and I’m going to strip.”

Without further ado she reached behind and unclipped her bra, not even trying to hide her breasts as she shook the bra free and added it to the little pile of clothes. I’d been one hundred percent correct. Her nipples were nicely peaked. While I was admiring her breasts she was sliding down her panties, not turning away to hide herself as she did so, but putting it all out there on display.

I Bayan Escort smiled and the naked and indignant young lady standing in front of me. A very attractive sight I found her.

“Very nice,” I said. “Very nice indeed. Are you a virgin?”

“What?”

“A virgin,” I repeated. “Are you one?”

“What difference does that make?”

“If you’re a virgin I’m going to let you get dressed and run along home. All I’ll do is show you what you risked getting, standing there like that. If you’re not a virgin then I’m going to lean you against the desk and fuck you. So, are you a virgin?”

“Um, well, no, not exactly,” she said, speaking very carefully.

“I see. Then perhaps you’d better lock the door now. I’m sure you won’t want anyone coming in when you’re lying back against the desk with a cock inside you.”

I waited for a panicky denial and a hurried grab for her clothes. What I got was a rather flushed face and a hurried locking of the door. Was she fucking kidding me? There was only one way to find out.

I got to my feet and moved around to the front of the desk. Becky was still standing at the now locked door, but facing me with her hands behind her back. I held out a hand and she hesitated for barely a second and then took it. I drew her over to the desk, turning her so her back was to it, and gently pressing her up against it. She leant back a little, her hands going behind her to support her. If she looked down she could see the full length of her figure, including her smooth mons. I found the fact that she had a smooth mons interesting. It did tend to suggest she was sexually active.

She gasped and blushed a little as I ran my hand over her. She took a slightly deeper breath, pushing her breasts towards me. As my hand neared her mons she seemed to hold her breath, having it change to a gasp as my hand went between her legs and closed over her mound. Becky was proving a real surprise. I could feel the heat from her groin and I’ll swear she was already wet. I rubbed her a little, seeing excitement on her face.

Just how not quite a virgin was she I wondered, my fingers trespassing a little. I’d hate to think she’d lied to me. That sort of lie can come back and bite you most unexpectedly. Well, it could bite me, anyway. She hadn’t lied though, definitely non-virginal, but just as definitely not over experienced.

I stepped back a little and started undoing my trousers. Her eyes drifted down to my groin, waiting. I shoved my trousers and shorts down out of the road, revealing all, as they say. Her eyes went wider but didn’t budge from where they were looking. I moved closer to her.

I rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy while she watched and waited. Her lips had parted slightly and she was softly panting. I pressed my cock more firmly against her, feeling her lips moving as they got out of the way, willing to admit this visitor. She made a soft whining sound but it was one of expectation, not protest. I pressed a little, harder and she started sounding off, giving of a soft ah that was getting louder.

I pressed firmly into her, at the same time slapping my hand across her mouth. Just in time, too, as she let out a shriek as I drove home. It might have been a shriek of triumph but it would still have been embarrassing trying Escort to explain it to anyone who heard it.

“Let’s try to keep this nice and quiet,” I told her as I took my hand away. “OK?”

She nodded and I started moving.

Then I stopped moving.

“Do you know the meaning of the word, quiet?” I asked.

“Sorry,” she said, blushing. “I can’t help it.”

I reached into the pocket on my jacket and extracted a large clean handkerchief. It was still folded from when I grabbed it from the cupboard at home. I folded it in half again and pressed it against her mouth. My tie came off and I wrapped that twice around her head, tying the handkerchief in place. Then I smiled, pulled back and thrust home again.

She screamed, but the sound was nicely muffled. A couple of more thrusts and she gave a muffled scream on both occasions. What she didn’t do was move with me.

“You do know you’re supposed to move in unison with me?” I asked her.

She just looked blank.

“I’m going to pull back slowly,” I told her. “When I push back into you I want you to push your hips towards me. Let’s see how you go.”

I pulled back nice and slow and waited for a moment. Then I slowly pushed back into her. She hesitated and then pushed to meet me.

“Well done,” I encouraged her. “And again.”

“Very good,” I said after a few more experimental strokes. “Would you like me to move a bit faster now?”

She nodded her head eagerly, apparently burning for more action. My next thrust was more forceful and she didn’t hesitate at all, pushing urgently to meet me. (Still screaming as I thrust in, but still muffled.)

I set to with a will. My hands were on her breasts, rubbing and squeezing, and my cock was playing hide the sausage for all it was worth. She was bucking under me, screaming her head off, tossing her head from side to side as we went, presumably to see if it would fall off.

I kept going for a good while, fascinated by her ability to scream endlessly. Finally I thought I heard a new note to her screams. Hard to do with her effectively muffled, but I spotted it. Figuring this was her signalling the approach of her climax I redoubled my efforts, banging in twice as hard. I climaxed and she totally shocked me by falling silent as she climaxed, and I could tell she was climaxing hard. For a moment I thought she might pass out from it.

I withdrew and recovered my tie and handkerchief.

“Most people are reasonably quiet while in action,” I observed, “and save the screams for their climax. Doing it the other way round is rather novel.”

She blushed and looked away.

“You might consider getting a ball gag,” I suggested. “You’ll find it might save you some embarrassment if you’re in earshot of other people at certain times.”

She looked thoughtful at that and I wouldn’t be surprised to find she’d acquired one in the not too distant future.

“You will please try to pay more attention in class,” I said. “Ah, you might want to consider getting dressed again, as well.”

She looked down at herself, gasped and reached for her clothes. Then she stopped, dipped her hand into my pocket and extracted my handkerchief and quickly wiped herself. Then she proceeded to get dressed. She flitted out the door, all smiles. I looked at the handkerchief she’d left on the desk and thoughtfully dropped it into the rubbish bin.

As I prepared to leave I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to fuck her in a place where she could let her screams flow. Could be interesting. Noisy, but interesting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not a word.”

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

“Don’t say anything.”

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

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

“I said not a word, and I meant it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please.”

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

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

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

“That good?” he asked.

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

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

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This is my first submission of an erotic story. Feedback is welcome.

All characters in this story are fictional. Any similarity to actual persons is coincidental. This story may contain descriptions of activities that may be offensive to some readers. If you are offended by descriptions of sexual activity, including non-consensual sex, infidelity, loss of one’s virginity, sex between people of the same sex and/or “casual” sex between people who are not in a monogamous relationship, please do not read any farther. All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age or older.

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As Amanda entered the elevator to go up to her room, she felt her high heel slip between the lobby floor and the elevator. It sent her tumbling to the floor. Steve put himself between the elevator doors to stop them from closing and helped Amanda to her feet.

“Are you alright?” Steve asked.

“I think I twisted my ankle,” said Amanda, “I’m not sure I can walk.”

“Here, let me help you.”

“I feel like such a klutz.”

“It was a pretty wide gap your heel went into. I’ll speak to someone with the hotel about it.”

Amanda tried to take a step but was unable to put any weight on the foot. She leaned against the railing in the elevator and her head was spinning. “I feel kind of woozy. I think maybe I drank more than I realized at dinner,” she said.

“It’s no wonder. You eat like a rabbit. You have to get some real food down you sometimes,” Steve replied, “Come on, lean on my shoulder, I’ll help you.”

Amanda didn’t argue. When the elevator arrived at her floor, Steve put his arm around her waist and helped her down the hallway. Amanda’s room was quite a ways down the hall. She liked to book her hotel rooms as far away from the elevator as she could so that the noise at night wouldn’t keep her awake.

When they were about half-way down the hall, Amanda leaned against the wall and said, “I’m not sure I can go much further. It’s really tender.”

“Here,” Steve said as he scooped Amanda up in his arms. “I’ll just carry you the rest of the way.”

“Oh!” Amanda exclaimed. “Put me down!”

“You’re fine. It isn’t that far.”

“You’re going to hurt your back.”

“Please, I’ve carried grocery bags heavier than you.”

Amanda slapped at Steve’s arm, “Asshole.”

Steve laughed and continued on down the hall. Amanda had her arms around Steve’s neck and she caught the scent of his smell. As it filled her nostrils she felt a slight tingle deep inside her. She laid her head on his chest, closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. Something about his smell definitely set off a few fireworks inside her.

When they arrived at her door, Steve set her down, took her key and unlocked the door. He picked her back up and took her over the threshold. The door shut behind them as he set her on the bed. Steve propped two pillows up and then swiveled her feet onto the bed.

“Let me take a look at that ankle.” Steve undid the strap on her high heel shoe and carefully removed it. “It’s starting to swell, I’ll go get some ice,” he said.

“I’m sure it will be fine,” Amanda replied.

“It won’t take but a minute to get some,” Steve said. He grabbed the ice bucket and headed out the door.

Amanda laid back and closed her eyes. Steve was such a gentleman, always had been. Her head was spinning and she wished she hadn’t had that last glass of wine. She and Steve had managed to close the deal on a big contract for their company. Her commission check this month was going to be really nice. She considered herself lucky to have a great co-worker such as Steve. They were on the road together at least 20 weeks out of the year so it was good to know that someone would look out for her.

When Steve returned with the ice, Amanda had dozed off. He got a towel and filled it with ice and gently sat on the bed. When he laid the ice on her ankle, Amanda startled awake “Oh! You scared the shit out of me!”

“I’m sorry, Amanda. I tried not to wake you. How is your ankle feeling?”

“It’s still throbbing a little bit, but it feels much better. Thank you.”

Steve took off Amanda’s other shoe while he held the ice pack on her swollen ankle.

“I don’t know how you stand around in these things all day, every day,” Steve said.

“It’s certainly no picnic,” Amanda replied, “My feet and calves hurt like hell every night.”

They both laughed. “Here, I’ll Escort bayan make myself useful while I’m holding this ice pack on,” Steve said as he began rubbing her other foot with his spare hand.

“Oh…you don’t have to do that Steve,” she said.

“It’s no problem, just relax. It might make you feel better.”

Amanda leaned back and closed her eyes for a bit. Her head was spinning inside but she concentrated on the feel of his hands. Steve massaged the bottom of her foot and he would firmly press his thumbs into her aching arch. It felt really good. Steve switched over and pressed into her injured foot.

“Does that hurt?” Steve asked.

“Not at all,” Amanda replied. “Actually, it feels really good.”

She knew that the rubbing was probably going further than it should have but she didn’t want him to stop. Her husband Mark would rub her feet all the time. Of course with him, it always seemed to lead to sex. She often wondered if he didn’t have some sort of foot fetish. She never complained because she loved to have her feet rubbed, especially after standing on them all day long in high heels. Sex with your husband was a given so scoring a foot rub along with it was a home run in her book. Of course, this was not what Steve was about and that would never happen.

Amanda felt the bed move and her feet being picked up and then coming to rest on something soft. She cracked one eye open to see Steve, facing her while sitting cross legged with a pillow in his lap. Her feet were resting on the pillow. Steve was working her feet and ankles over. She quickly closed her eyes again. What was she going to do? This had now gone beyond a friend helping with a sore ankle and had moved to a more intimate encounter. As woozy as she was, she couldn’t let this go on.

“Thanks for taking care of me Steve. My ankle feels much better but you don’t have to keep rubbing my feet.”

“It’s no problem Amanda. I don’t mind rubbing them. I bet your feet ache something horrible.”

“Well, yes they do Steve but I’m not sure my husband would see this as a just a friendly gesture.”

“Oh please. I’m just trying to help a friend get through a rough week. How long have you known me?”

“About seven years. Why?”

“In all of those years, have I ever come on to you?”

“Well, not that I recall.”

“Exactly. Now just relax and enjoy your damn foot massage!” he chuckled.

He was right. In all of that time, he had never once made her feel the least bit uncomfortable. She thought maybe she was just over-reacting. Still, this would not be something that she would offer up as conversation to her husband. To him, this may be construed as crossing the line.

“Ok, if you put it that way then. Rub away!”

Amanda closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. She felt Steve’s hands running deftly over her feet. His hands were soft but gentle and strong. They were very different from Mark’s hands which were calloused from his pipe fitting job. She noticed little differences in the way they massaged her feet. Mark would pull and squeeze her toes while Steve would run his fingers between her toes and give them a slight twist. This new technique felt very good but she didn’t know if it was because it was just new and different or because it actually felt better. She suddenly wondered why she was comparing the two different styles of the men. They were not on the same plane. Mark was her husband, best friend and lover while Steve was just a co-worker and friend.

As Steve continued the gentle assault on her feet, Amanda became more and more relaxed. She concentrated on how good the massage felt. She chose to forget who was attached to the hands that were making her feel so good. A moan escaped her lips.

She felt hands begin to work themselves along her calves. Her body was relaxed and her mind was slowly spinning. The hands were no longer attached to a face. She was just enjoying the tranquilizing feeling.

The hands worked her kneecaps and behind her knees. Fingers would press firmly and run down her calf to her ankle. Amanda didn’t realize just how tense and sore her legs were, but the hands were changing all of that. They moved above her knees. Her dress shifted upwards to make room for the hands. Fingers pressed and squeezed the tired muscles. Another moan escaped her lips.

One hand left a thigh and joined the other, one working the front of the thigh, Bayan Escort the other the bottom. They would squeeze upwards, away from her knee and toward her groin, and then they would switch to the other thigh. Ever alternating, the hands moved upwards, closer each time to her most intimate parts. Amanda’s skirt was now around her waist, hips fully exposed. The hands pressed deeply into her hips, turning the tense muscles to putty.

Amanda was lost in her massage. The room was spinning and her body was relaxed. Her mind focused completely on the hands. She could smell her own juices permeating the air as the heat rose from between her legs. The hands slowly unzipped her skirt and pulled it down and off. She felt the hands working the buttons on her blouse one by one. Goose bumps rose as she felt the fingers deftly undo the front clasp of her bra. She sat up slightly to allow the hands to remove the blouse and bra from her body and then she lay back down. She lay there only in her panties now, trembling. She could feel the cool air hit her nipples and tighten. Her breath was growing short and shallow.

The hands came to her hips and slowly slid up her sides to her breasts, squeezing them together. She felt her nipples grow even harder as palms slid across them. Hands cupped her breasts and fingers pressed into her flesh. Lips surrounded one of her nipples and sucked it inside. Excitement rushed through her and down to her hot, dampening pussy. Her aroma was intensifying and so was her breathing.

As the hungry mouth continued to assail her sensitive nipples, the hands moved softly up her hips and grasped the top of her panties. Slowly, the panties peeled away from her, down past her knees, past her ankles to finally be completely freed from her feet. She was completely naked. She felt vulnerable but eager. Her pussy was flowing with juices.

The hands began again. Fingers moved between her toes, twisting and pulling and then moved slowly up her feet. This time they applied gentle pressure to the inside of her legs as they were slowly spread apart. All Amanda wanted was the touch of those hands. They moved gently upwards, caressing her inner thighs. Moving outwards and upwards, sliding extremely close to her vagina, they massaged her hips one again. The one area they had quickly passed was the one area she desired them most. The hands slid back toward her thighs and Amanda raised her hips, “Oh please, God. Please stop and touch me there,” she thought to herself.

On the next trip upwards, they still didn’t stop, but they did slide right over her waiting vulva. One finger sliding between her lips and across her clit. Amanda shivered and let out a moan. One hand came back and again the finger slid along her slit. Her pussy was dripping with juice and it needed attention. Amanda moaned her approval.

Soon she felt her knees rising and being spread apart. Her feet were planted on the bed. Fingers massaged her vulva and teased her clit. Amanda felt her juices running freely down to her ass. Two fingers entered her and the palm cupped her pulsing vagina. Just when she didn’t think it could get any better, she felt the soft tongue slide up her slit.

The tongue danced deftly around her clit, darting and teasing while the fingers worked inside of her. The fingers would curl inside her, gently stroking her rough G-spot. Two lips would surround her clit and suck it in deeply before pulling away. The tongue would lap at her juices and then attack her clit again.

Amanda could no longer control her actions. Her hands reached down and gripped the hair of the head between her legs, pressing it tighter to her love box. Her hips were thrusting, trying to push his fingers deeper inside of her. She was matching the fingers rhythms. Her clit was engorged and her entire body was begging for release. She would not be able to hold back much longer. Her breathing was heavy and shallow as her orgasm built deep insider her.

“Oh god! I love those fingers! Fuck me with those fingers! Eat my fucking pussy!” Amanda panted. “I want it. Don’t stop!”

Amanda’s thighs came together and clasped Steve’s head. Her whole body was quivering and her hands pulled at his hair. “Fuck! I’m cooooommmmmming!”

Amanda ground her pussy all over Steve’s face. Her orgasms were coming repeatedly and she didn’t want them to stop. “Oooooh shiiiitt. Fuck yeah! Oh fuck, eat my fucking pussy! All of it!” Escort Amanda screamed. She squirmed and gyrated, using his nose as a makeshift cock. She rode his face until she could no longer move.

When Amanda finally caught her breath and the twitching subsided, she looked down at Steve. Her pussy juices were covering his entire face and he had a shit-eating grin. This man, who was not her husband, had just given her the best damn orgasm she ever had in her life. She had a feeling of regret but lust was overwhelming her. Amanda grabbed him and pushed him over onto his back. She ripped his shirt apart, buttons flying across the room. He removed it while she went to work on his pants.

She quickly undid his belt, unsnapped his button and slid down the zipper, releasing his bulging cock. She stared at his excitement while yanking his pants down and off. She never wanted cock more than she did right then. She jumped between his legs and grabbed his stiff cock. The tip was soaked with his pre-cum. She brought her lips to the engorged head and tasted it. It was sweet.

Amanda sucked the swollen head into her mouth and stroked his shaft. Her mouth was flooded with his sweet pre-cum. She stroked and sucked, imagining his seed inside of her. She wanted to straddle him and feed her hungry pussy that hard ass cock but a far off voice was telling her that would be a bad idea. Pregnancy would not be easy to explain to a husband who had a vasectomy.

Amanda pushed his knees up near his head and he held them there. She ran her tongue down his shaft, and one at a time, sucked his balls into her mouth, all the while pumping his cock with her hand. Her tongue flicked around his asshole and she felt his cock stiffen further. Amanda reached down between her legs and slid her middle finger into her sopping wet hole. She brought it back up and smeared it across his tight asshole. She did this repeatedly until everything was well lubed and then slowly inserted her finger into Steve’s ass. She drove her finger deeper and deeper, pumping his ass. Amanda went back to his cock, sucking in the swollen head, pre-cum soaking her mouth. She began to stroke his cock with one hand while finger fucking his ass with the other. Amanda wanted his cum inside her and there was more than one way to do that. It didn’t take long before she felt his cock expanding inside her mouth. She saw his balls pull in close to his body and knew she was about to get what she so craved.

“Oh, fuck yeah. I’m about to come!” Steve yelled.

The first explosion shot inside her waiting mouth. She plunged her finger into his ass as far as it would go. His cock was pumping semen into her mouth with each convulsion. She swallowed between each spurt and continued to stroke him to get every last drop.

“Holy shit!” Steve exclaimed. “Swallow it all baby!”

They collapsed in exhaustion. Steve pulled Amanda up to him and held her in his arms. They snuggled silently for a bit. As the time ticked by, Amanda began to question what she had done. She felt some remorse for what she just did but she also felt an excitement that she hadn’t experienced since before she was married.

“Oh my God that was good,” Steve suddenly broke the silence. “No one has ever done that to me before.”

“Give you a blowjob?” Amanda asked.

“No, licked and finger-fucked my ass.”

“I’ve never done that before either,” Amanda smiled sheepishly up at Steve. “I have no idea where that came from.”

“Well, it felt awesome. Have you ever had someone do that to you?”

“No, my husband would never do anything like that. I’ve tried to get him to be adventurous every once in a while, but he just would not go there. He said that was an exit, and only an exit.”

“I’m sure I know someone who could help you experience that,” Steve said with a wink.

“I don’t think this was a good idea Steve,” Amanda said remorsefully.

“Why not?” Steve asked?

“My husband is a good man. I feel horrible betraying him like this.”

“The way I look at it,” Steve said trying to lighten the mood, “Is that if he doesn’t want to claim it for himself, then maybe someone else should!”

“Oh Steve,” Amanda laughed, “You are so silly.”

Amanda got out of bed, put on a robe and walked over to the window. Steve watched her silently, admiring her shapely figure. He hadn’t intended for things to go this far, but he was glad they had. After a few minutes, Amanda turned to him.

“Maybe you’re right Steve,” she said.

“About what?” Steve asked.

Amanda opened her robe and dropped it to the floor. She saw a wicked smile cross Steve’s face as she said nervously, “Maybe it should be claimed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Lois and Mae

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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