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Dreams of You Haunt My Nights….

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Last night in my dream, you stood in front of a mirror. You were shirtless, in jeans only as you stood before the full-length mirror. The hair on your chest called to me as I coveted you with my eyes. Your hair grew thicker as it arrowed towards the fly of your jeans, beckoning my eyes, my hands to follow and explore.

My heart began to pound as I stepped behind you and met your eyes in the mirror. I put all the desire and heat and need I was feeling into my eyes; your look mirrored mine, and I felt my knees grow weak as I fell, trapped, into the depths of those eyes of yours.

I placed my hands on your bare shoulders, finally touching your skin as I’d longed to do. My fingers flexed, testing your resiliency. Your skin was pliable and warm, but I could feel the muscle underneath and I closed my eyes for a moment, imagining those muscles flexing and bunching as you drove yourself into me, hot and wet and deep.

I ran my hands down your arms and slid beneath them, seeking heat and the textures of your chest. I flexed my fingers against you over and over again, loving the feel of you beneath my palms. I made a sound low in my throat, approving the feel of you. My fingers slipped up, up, until I could graze my palms against your nipples. I felt your breathing start to change as I lowered my lips to the tempting curve between neck and shoulder, licking and sucking your skin.

My desire was building in waves now, breaking over me, whitecapped and heavy. I wanted to bite you, sink teeth sensually into your skin, let you know the unbelievable power of what I was feeling by testing your strength. I was shaking and hot and wanting you more than I’d wanted any man in years.

You began to move against me, caressing my naked breasts with your back, your shoulder blades rubbing against me until my nipples were full, hard, aching – I let out a low moan. I’ve always been a noisy lover, but with you I knew somehow I would have the ability to bring the house down. You made everything seem more sexual, more erotic, and already I was drowning in my own sensuality.

Keeping my hands on your chest, my fingers just lightly stroking your nipples, I moved my mouth to your neck and then down your spine in a series of hot wet kisses, sucking on your skin and leaving a wet, hot trail with my tongue until I was crouching behind you. My hands moved down to your waist, leaving the sensual touch of your skin behind for the less sensually, rewarding texture of denim. I ran my hands over your cock — once, twice, watching your face in the mirror from beside your waist as my fingers rubbed over you, seeking and finding heat.

I’d wanted to touch you for so long. Now, finally, I could measure your heat and length with my palm. I made small sounds of pleasure as I felt you move in delicious counterpoint to my hand, increasing and deepening the strokes until I was caressing you from base to tip.

I watched you watch my fingers as they rubbed over you. It was so much better, being able to touch you like this and still watch your face as you watched me stroke your cock in the mirror. Your eyes grew lidded, heavy, as my fingers rubbed over the tip of your cock, giving extra pressure at the point where base meets tip, then slowly rubbing my palm along your length. Even through your jeans, I could feel how hot and hard you were. I was dying to taste you, but I didn’t want this to end so quickly. It might be the only time I could touch you – I wanted to Escort bayan make it last all night, if I could.

I stood up slowly behind you, keeping my hands on your cock. I rubbed myself against your back, both soothing and increasing the ache in my nipples. I gasped as I felt your hands slide between us, reaching behind your back to touch my thighs, fingers sliding higher and higher…

I moaned out loud as your fingers slid between my lips and rubbed lightly over my clit. My skin broke out in a fine sheen of sweat as your fingers slipped through my wetness, rolling over my clit like a marble in oil. The weakness in my knees was getting worse, and I was trembling so hard that you could hear it in my soft, broken breaths against your skin. I couldn’t take much more without sinking to the floor. And there was so much more I wanted to do first I moved my hips, once, pushing against your fingers, and then withdrew.

Reluctantly, my fingers left you and went in search of the button at your waist. My hands were shaking so hard it took me three tries to slip the button from its hole. Slowly, I slid the tab of your zipper down, hearing your breath break as my fingers slid over your cock, naked beneath your jeans.

I moved my mouth down your body again as my hands pushed your jeans down your legs. There wasn’t a part of your body I didn’t ache to caress with my mouth, and I fulfilled a dozen fantasies as I slid my mouth over your shoulders, down your spine, stopping to suck lightly on your buttocks as I helped you step from your jeans.

Finally, you were as naked as I was. I watched your face in the mirror as I slid my fingers slowly over your legs, moving higher and higher. The hair on your legs excited me, such a rough texture, so different from the satiny smooth hardness that I could see waiting for my touch.

I scraped my fingernails lightly between your thighs, watched your cock as it jerked in response to my teasing. My upper thighs were wet with my excitement. What I wouldn’t do to just drag you down with me onto the floor, rise over you to slide that perfect, hard cock between my thighs and just ride you, grinding against you until we both came in a tangle of shudders and shouts. I could almost feel you inside me, hard and hot and heavy, stretching me as I slid you inside me, gripping you with my cunt muscles like a wet, hot glove.

I stood up and watched your eyes as I slid my palms around to hold your cock. You let out a soft moan as I began to rub you. I slipped one hand up to my lips and wet its palm thoroughly, looking in your eyes as I slid my hand back down to rub the head of your cock in my palm. Your eyes closed, briefly, as you felt the wetness and heat of my palm rub over the tip of your cock, and then they flew open again, as though afraid to miss anything.

I began a soft stroking motion over your cock, watching your face change as I gave you almost exactly what you needed, but I kept the pressure just a little lighter than what you would have liked the most. I could feel you strain against my teasing hands, trying to get a little more pressure. I laughed delightedly and rubbed my nipples against your back again as I kept up my teasing stroke, wanting to drive you crazy. I licked my way up your neck to take the lobe of your ear between my teeth as I slid you between my hands, whispering in your ear how hard you were, how much I wanted to slide my tongue and lips and mouth over you.

I Bayan escort kept up the light strokes until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to taste you or I’d go out of my mind. All I could think about was your taste and wanting to feel you slide between my lips.

I stepped around in front of you for the first time, looking into your eyes as I wrapped my fingers around your cock again. You jerked against my stomach and slid your fingers into my long blonde hair, pulling my lips to yours. Our lips meshed in a tangle of tongues and lips and heat. It had been years since I’ve had that kind of kiss, the kind that slides and entices and communicates every want, every need. I made a sound deep in my throat and squeezed my hands around you, slipping my thumb up to press and rub at that spot where tip meets base.

I gasped and pulled away from your mouth as your hands slid up to cup my breasts, rubbing your thumbs over my nipples. I shook and shuddered for long minutes with your cock between my hands and my breasts slaves to your everytouch, your every flickering stroke, whispering your name in between shuddery breaths.

I slid my tongue between your lips one last time before moving my mouth down your body, sliding over your chest in hot, wet strokes, flicking my tongue over your tiny hardened nipples. I sank my teeth lightly into the muscle of your chest, feeling your cock straining against my hands as though it knew that heat and wetness were on the way.

I came to rest on my knees before you. I looked up and watched your eyes as I smoothed your cock over my mouth, sliding my lips across the tip, the shaft, the base, loving you with my mouth. I felt your hands dive into my hair, rubbing my scalp as I touched my tongue to the base of your cock, moving in gliding, wet strokes higher and higher until my tongue was flickering with speed and heat over the head of your cock.

I could hear soft sounds coming from your throat. I loved them. I wanted to hear you scream with pleasure. I made a point with my tongue and rubbed it into that little crevice between head and shaft, that small place that loves to be licked and rubbed. I looked up to meet your eyes and found them half-closed, heavy with desire, alternating between watching the action in the mirror and watching my eyes as I teased the tip of your cock with my tongue.

It took all the will power in the world not to drag you to the floor and slide you up into my pussy right then and there. But I wanted a proper taste of that cock of yours, and I was determined to have it.

I opened my mouth wide around your head and slid you inside, not quite touching any part of your cock, just letting you feel the heat and dampness that lay just a quarter of an inch in any direction from you.

I slid you further into my mouth that way, teasing you, not quite touching you, until I could feel you at the back of my throat. Then I slid you just as slowly out from between my lips, still not touching you. I could feel your hands start to shake as you slid your fingers through my hair again…..I opened my mouth wide again, sliding you inside without taking you, letting the tip of your head touch the back of my throat, withdrawing without ever coming into direct contact with your cock.

I felt you as much as I heard you….moan at my teasing. I flicked my tongue over your head and looked up, catching your eye. You looked deliciously sexy, all tousled and flushed, and I could Escort nearly feel your heartbeat through your cock.

Keeping eye contact the entire time, I slid you into my warm and waiting mouth. I saw your eyes close as I let you fill my mouth to overflowing, bathing you in heat and wetness. As I began to slide you from my mouth, I pulled softly on your cock with my mouth, creating the sweetest kind of suction and pressure, as though I didn’t want to ever let you go. That was the truth.

You tasted unbelievable. I could have spent years feasting on that cock. I told you so as I slid you between my lips again and again, slowly, building the pressure and tempo gradually.

I reached around with my hands to hold your ass cheeks, pulling you into my mouth, letting you fuck my mouth the way I know you want to. I could hear sounds escaping from the back of your throat as I slid you in and out, varying the pressure, sucking lightly on the tip of your cock on the backstroke.

I felt your hands grip my scalp firmly as I set up a new rhythm of advance and retreat – five quick strokes between my lips followed by one long slow pull from tip to base and back. Five quick strokes again, fast like you needed it, followed by a heart-pounding pull that went down seemingly forever.

I moaned as I felt your cock grow tighter and tighter between my lips. I held your ass more firmly as I continued to torment you with my mouth – five quick, one long, five short, one that went on and on….

God, I was so wet doing this. Nothing turned me on more than to do this to you, feeling and tasting you as I gave you pleasure. I wanted to slide my fingers between my wet lips and give into my desire – but I wanted to concentrate on you more. There would be plenty of time for me later. I continued the sweet torture for long minutes, feeling your thighs start to tremble with the effort of remaining upright while my mouth and my tongue did wicked things to you. I looked up to see your eyes riveted to the mirror, watching as I loved your cock with my mouth.

Soft sounds came from your throat as I kept up the maddening, thrilling rhythm. I heard your breathing start to change and I knew it was almost time to taste you, almost time to let you fill my mouth with sweet completion. I scored your thighs with my nails as I switched to a steady rhythm, sucking you deep between my lips, flicking my tongue around the head on the upstroke, feeling you fuck my mouth just like every fantasy I’d ever had about you….

Your fingers were buried deep in my long blonde hair as you helped me, pulling me closer on every stroke, moaning as the pleasure began to overtake you.

I heard you whisper just seconds before my hands felt the muscles of your ass clench and you filled my mouth with a broken moan. The muscles in my throat worked as I swallowed your gift. I could feel you start to clench asmy throat worked over you, drawing it out, stretching you on a rack. I swallowed every last drop you had to give me, and then I slid you softly, lovingly from my mouth. I pressed my mouth against the skin of your abdomen, whispering how good you’d tasted, how much and how long I’d wanted to do that, and then…

At 4:20 AM…I woke up, my body covered in a fine mist of sweat, fully aroused by my dreams of you. I was so wet and so aroused it was almost painful to breathe. I thought about the taste of your cock as I slid my fingers into my wetness, slipping over and over my clit, sliding deep into the empty place that wanted your cock, until I bucked and bit my lip from crying out as I shuddered through one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

I fell back asleep, with a soft smile on my face.

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Nobody ever wants to work late. When it really gets down to it, we would all rather be somewhere else, anywhere else, than be at the office after hours. Yet, here he was. All of his coworkers had scurried home hours ago but he was still here sorting out the last of his paperwork, preparing for a filing. The attorney that he was assigned to had stayed with him, as she should have. It was her brief that was keeping him here so late.

He had even had plans. Well, not real plans, just hanging out with the same friends for a few beers at the same bar, then home to play the same X-Box and swipe through the same Plenty of Fish, and finally end the night with some quality time between himself and porn sites. That was the most current deviation of his habitual schedule. According to the site, there had been a considerable uptick in his consumption of MILF porn lately. A few months back he had started looking under the mature category, and discovered something about himself. His sexual interest in women his age was waning. He had become infatuated with mature women. He loved the womanly shape of them. Their flared hips, soft midsection, and full breasts. He loved their air of confidence and experience that wasn’t present in younger women.

He finished formatting the pleading and headed to his attorney’s office so Alice could finalize it. Her name always struck him as odd. Maybe it was because he pictured Alice from Disney’s version of Alice and Wonderland. His Alice, with her black Bettie Page haircut, threw his internal stereotypes of the name out the window. There was none of the air of innocence that you would associate with her Disney counterpart. There was something sultry, and dangerously naughty feeling about Alice. She had a biting sarcasm that was delivered in an alluring English accent. Her makeup was always impeccable, but with just a slight Morticia Addams under the surface. She tended to wear skirt suits, but ones that were altered so they clung to her full mature body. Her tops had diving necklines that although professional-looking, still struggled to contain her hypnotic breasts. The skirts were cut to follow the curve of her hips and accentuate her full, round ass. Her glorious butt was perched high atop thick thighs that led down to her shapely calves. Calves that were typically clad in knee-high leather boots. He constantly found himself following her with his eyes. Catching glimpses of that ass as she walked by his desk. Her and those mesmerizing boots had started to drift into his fantasies. When she looked at him, he got the feeling she would tear him apart. The stranger feeling was, that he wanted her to do just that.

The door to her office opened as he knocked. It had not been latched. Alice was at her desk, almost facing the door. Her legs were slightly spread, her hand was on the inside of her creamy thigh just above the top of her boot. He caught a glimpse of a pornographic scene displayed on her computer. In a swift, fluid motion, she swiveled her chair, moved her mouse, and the on-screen fucking disappeared, only to be replaced by a boring Word document.

He felt his face warm with a blush while still staring down at her luscious thighs. When his trance broke, he looked up and noticed she didn’t appear to be flustered by the accidental exposure. Leaning forward, she pushed her breasts together, and deepened her cleavage. “Is there something you need?” She asked.

“Sorry. Maltepe Fetiş Escort Yes, did you want to review the brief before I file it?” His voice quaked.

Standing, she gave him a mischievous look. “Yes, I’ll take a look.” She walked towards him to get around her desk. Even after stepping back to make room, she still managed to brush her ass against him on the way to a corner table in her office. His cock rose to attention. She picked up a magazine from the table, and started to return to her desk. This time, as she passed him, she lingered, rubbing her ass, lightly across his now hard cock. “Thank you Trent. I’ll let you know when it’s ready to file.” She sat back down behind her desk, crossing her legs. A sly smile came to her lips.

He could feel the blood rushing not only to his face, but to his cock. “I’ll just be at my desk when you are ready,” was the best he could eke out as he quickly exited through the door.

Instead of returning to his desk immediately he took a detour to the men’s room at the end of the floor. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. What the hell did she need with a magazine that had been sitting on her table for the last decade? Had she purposefully rubbed up against his cock, or had it been an accident? Was she coming onto him, or just playing ice queen? His cock was throbbing, wanting answers.

Entering the restroom, he was beside himself. All he could think about was the ever increasing pressure in his pants. Ducking into a stall, he pulled down his trousers and sat on the cold toilet seat. He took his cock in hand and started to stroke it. He had to get rid of his distracting hard-on if he was going to finish his work.

His thoughts returned to Alice as his hand rubbed up and down his shaft. Her ass had felt amazing pressed up against him. His cock hitched at the thought of being swallowed in the warmth of her round ass cheeks, his cock buried between them. He would do anything to get near it again. His rubbing increased in speed. The head of cock felt like it would split.

Pinching his nipple, he prepared to let his cum loose all over the bathroom floor. His cock ached with anticipation. He was set to burst, when he froze in panic. The sound of heeled boots echoed across the bathroom. He opened his eyes to see Alice’s two leather ensconced feet come into view in front of his stall.

“Trent. I think it might be time to drop that cock and get back to my office.” It was a command, not a question. His body was on the cusp of orgasm. Every muscle in his body was tense and screamed for release. His hand clenched the base of his throbbing cock, trying to stave off the fountain of cum that was straining to erupt.

“Cum, and you will be looking for another job.” She said matter-of-factly. Her stern tone almost made him lose it.

Breathing deeply he whispered, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“In my office now, Trent” she replied while turning and leaving.

Trent didn’t dare breathe until the door had closed behind her. He slowly let go of his aching erection. He waited a few moments, letting his need to cum recede. Finally, he wrestled his ridiculous erection into his pants, thankfully without spilling a drop. He exited the stall, noticing his face reflected in the mirror, flush with arousal, on the way out of the restroom.

His heart was pumping fast, and his cock throbbed mercilessly Maltepe Gecelik Escort as he made his way towards Alice’s office. The anticipation of what was waiting for him was overwhelming. Was he going to be called out on the carpet? Was she going to taunt him with her breathtaking body? Was it something else all together?

Her door was cracked, but he hesitated and knocked anyway. “Come in” was her only reply.

With his cock straining to escape, and a knot in his stomach, he pushed the solid wood door open. She was standing in front of her desk. The shelf of her ass leaning on it, with her feet on the floor out in front of her. A devilish look was in her eyes and a slight smirk on her lips. Or was it a snarl? It was hard to tell with her.

“I wasn’t doing what you think…” He stammered.

She interrupted with a very calm, but terse, “Shut up and sit the fuck down, worm.” The smirk disappeared, and she became deadly serious. He quickly moved to the nearest client seat. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you leering at me around the office.” She chided him. “I feel your eyes following me pervert! And now I catch you jerking off in the bathroom? I bet you even came, didn’t you?”

“No, Ma’am.” The response unconsciously escaped his mouth. It had bubbled out of him before his mind had even formed an answer.

“Good.” She said as she shifted on her desk, pointing the toes of her boots at him. “Strip.” His mind had trouble processing the command, but his body took over. Articles of clothing began falling to the floor. Her commands were like a drug to him. They were irresistible. He craved them. He obeyed her like a junkie obeyed the call of heroin. Finally, hooking his thumbs under the waist of his boxer briefs, he dropped them. His cock raged as it came free. She bit her finger with a wicked smile as it came into view, and twirled her toes in anticipation.

“That will have to wait.” She said as she slapped the head of his cock forcefully. “Right now, I need you at my feet.” She gave him a sly look as she tilted her head to the side.

Knowing the only way he had a chance of rubbing against her luscious ass again was through obeying her every command, he crumpled to the floor without hesitation. He would sacrifice Ego for the chance to lay hands on her ample behind. He was hers. Completely and pathetically.

“Kiss them.” She commanded.

Rather than lifting her foot to his mouth, he bent all the way over to plant a soft kiss right on the pointed toe. He looked up at her. She bit her bottom lip in a sexual snarl.

“Lick them.” She thrust her boots at him. He gripped her right foot by the heel. His tongue snaked out and gave the side of the boot a slow lick. A subtle moan escaped her lips. She started to wiggle her ass, allowing her skirt to slide further up her delicious thighs. She spread her legs, her right hand dropped and made it’s way to the outside of her now visible red and black lace panties. She began to rub them with her fingers.

“Play with your cock while you do that, but don’t you fucking cum until I tell you to.” She said, her voice breathy.

His hand found it’s way to his stiff cock. He started slowly rubbing it. Letting it move all the way to the tip, before he brought it back down to his aching balls. His desire to come was abated for the moment as he found himself lost in self pleasure while taking Maltepe Genç Escort in Alice’s boots with all his senses. The easy smell, and earthy flavor of the fine leather. The feel of the hard, pointed heel digging into the palm of his hand. The stretched look, as the leather encompassed her calf. His fingers traced the pattern of the buckles and laces. He wanted to make love to these boots.

Breaking his trance, he looked up to see Alice’s left hand pull her panties aside so she could slip two fingers into her obviously wet pussy. She pushed her fingers in and up to massage her G spot. The details captivated him as he watched her. The slightly trimmed hair surrounding the dark folds of the outer labia. The bright pinkness of her inner sanctum. Her fingers wet with desire, penetrating her beautiful pussy to the the last knuckle.

“May I fuck your boots?” he asked quietly, so as not to shock her out of her reverie.

“Yes.” She whimpered, as her fingers started accelerating. He leaned back and positioned the toe of her boot under him so it pressed against his perineum and anus. Pre-cum glistened on the black leather as he slapped the purple head of his cock on her boot. He shuddered as the smell of her pussy reached his nose. It took him to a heaven filled with her essence.

He gripped her leg tightly. Twisting and wiggling against it like a pathetic worm. As he strained to become one with her boot, she finally gave him the permission he was waiting for. “Cum on my boots.” He increased his friction, as her fingers jabbed in and out of her pussy. The sounds getting wetter. His cock burst in thick white pulses of cum. He gazed up in ecstasy to see her head thrown back in the throes of orgasm, as she unleashed a stream of girl cum into his upturned face. The warmth poured over him. Her thick thighs clenched around his head, crushing it, as she continued to drown him. He became blind and mute as her cum obscured his eyes and filled his mouth. He opened his throat to take as much as he could in. He did not want to lose any of the sex essence from his Goddess.

As her orgasm subsided, she continued to convulse in tiny fits. She closed her eyes, reveling in her ecstasy. He held onto her leg, enjoying the slippery feel of the leather against his cock, bathing in the smell of their sex. Finally she opened her eyes, focused, and saw him. “You have a promising future, Trent.” She said to him with a soft professionalism. “But I think you need to learn to clean up after yourself.”

He leaned back to reveal the white streams of his cum streaking across the black landscape of her boots. He lifted the boot to his mouth and began to lap up the warm ejaculant. His tongue was flooded with the sweet and salty taste of their combined juices. He savored every drop of it. That was what she wanted.

“Much better.” She said as he gathered the last of it onto his tongue. She closed her legs and straightened out her skirt. “Now take care of that filing so we can get out of here.”

The sexual tension on the elevator ride down to the parking garage was unbearable. She looked as impeccable as ever. As if nothing had happened. His clothes and hair, on the other hand, were completely disheveled. He stank of her cum. They couldn’t look more opposite. Neither of them said anything. He kept his eyes front, looking at the elevator door, waiting for it to open. When it reached his level, the doors opened and he stepped out.

“I look forward to working after hours with you again, Trent. Maybe we can see what other office skills you have” she said as the doors closed between them. Still in a daze, he stumbled to his car. He would never complain about working late again.

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