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Her soft lips upon his felt so good. He moaned softly as she pressed deeper against him, resting between his legs after pleasuring him. Her bare form rubbed against his legs and chest as she leaned into him, her lips hungry against his own. He slid his hands down her arms, grasping her gently and pulling her closer. He stood up suddenly, sweeping her up into his arms as he rose from his seat. She smiled up at him and her arms wrapped around his neck as he carried her to his bed. He placed her gently on the rumpled surface of the soft comforter.

He stood looking down at her as she lay on his bed. Her soft skin pale and translucent as she gazed up at him with jade green eyes. His only thought was getting close to her, to feel that skin against his skin, to look into those eyes with his eyes, to feel her responding to his every touch. She smiled up at him as he gazed at her and he noticed the hint of wickedness at the corners of her overripe lips. Suddenly she sank back into the nest of blankets and pillows and held out her arms to him. He sank down into her depths, his lips finding hers as bare skin slid across bare skin. His hands find hers and the fingers bursa escort intertwine as he pushes them gently up over her head, spreading her out before him. A soft moan escapes her lips as she is stretched fully beneath him. Slowly his lips slide from hers and across her cheek, pausing to nibble and lick at her earlobe. His warm breathes trailing down across her neck to the delicate collarbone. His teeth scrape gently across the skin there.

Her body squirms beneath him as his lips slowly start kissing the curve of her breast. The full mounds tremble with her movements, their rosy peaks perking as his soft kisses continue. She stiffens under him when his mouth covers one of the pulsing points and slowly sucks her into the warmth. His teeth scrape suggestively across the nub and he bites softly. Her back arches up against him as the sensations at her breast drive her desire higher and higher. He suckles at her breast for some minutes before licking a trail across her chest to her other rosy peak. His mouth covers the tip and he sucks it into his mouth. Her soft moan fills the room and entices him to move further down her body with his lips.

His bursa escort bayan hands gently stroke the flat plain of her belly as his kisses barely brush across the vulnerable skin there. His tongue dips into her navel and he grins as she wiggles beneath him from the sensations created there. She reaches down and strokes her fingers through his hair as his mouth continues to nibble and kiss her belly and across her hips. Her breathing becomes more anxious as he pauses and gazes up at her face, his eyes searching hers before he lowers his mouth once more to her wanting body. The feel of his soft breath against her mound just before his lips press a soft kiss there cause her to writhe in pleasure. His hands strokes down the length of her thighs as he raises his mouth from her most intimate place.

Slowly her legs fall open, revealing to his hungry eyes her moist pussy, the lips glistening with her juices. She closes her eyes as she feels his breath close again as he examines the delicate gift before him. The first touch of his tongue as it moves along her slit causes her to stiffen slightly before she moans görükle escort bayan and melts beneath the strokes. He can taste her desire with every stroke of his tongue and it causes him to want her more. He gathers the sweet honey on his tongue, delving deeper into her folds. She encourages him with her soft sighs and moans, her body moving against his mouth and tongue. As the tip of his tongue nudges the bud of her desire, he feels her fingers in his hair, clutching and stroking as she entices him onward.

He sucks her clit into his mouth and gently rolls it with his tongue. Her hips arch up off the bed as she cries out. Release is imminent and the response drives him to continue. He lifts one hand and uses his thumb to rub slow circles around her sensitive clit as his tongue dives deep into the depths of her pussy. Her juices flow freely into his mouth, covering his lips and his tongue. The steady rhythm he finds soon results in her entire body trembling beneath him as she cries out again and explodes in her release. He gently licks her pussy clean of its juices before slowly pulling back and looking up into her eyes. She looks down at him, a soft giggle escaping her lips. His mouth, nose and chin are shiny with her juices and his grin spreads across his face. As he slowly slides his body back up to press against hers, she whispers in his ear what a lovely homecoming it was. His tender smile and sweet kiss promise her there is more to come.

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I see her at a party. It’s dark inside and she’s hard to see with all the flashing colours, but the light is attracted to her skin and her hair, and the way she moves. I’m barely through the door and she’s made an impression on me.

She’s wearing a skimpy little dress, black and shiny with thin shoulder straps, so into the music she’s dancing unselfconsciously, all arms and legs and swirling hair. I try to listen to my friends and concentrate on what they’re saying, but my eyes are drawn away to the dancefloor as she comes and goes and my mind is filled with images – her shoulders, jutting and shaking, and that lovely long neck, jugular showing, the little bumps where her collar bones push at the skin, blonde sheeny hair catching the light and emphasising all of her moves.

I see flashes of glossy red lips, and bright, sharp teeth. I see her shapely thighs changing their look in the strobes as they turn and move with the rhythms, and her deeply sensual body, flaring hips that flow into a just right waist, a little bump for a belly, like she’s just showing the first signs of pregnancy, and these cute little tits jiggling, all hinted at by the dress rather than flaunted. She’s a candle lighting up my imagination. She’s dreamy.

I try everything to get closer, even a trip to the dancefloor. Our eyes meet, once, twice, and I’m looking for sparks, but I can’t read her face. Whenever I try to get closer she merges into the dancing bodies and I can never quite catch up with her. I think she’s with her girlfriends, I haven’t seen a man anywhere near her other than in passing. I give up for the minute and go to get another drink, contenting myself myself with little glances.

I’m worried that she might leave so I keep half an eye on her and get chatting. I get mildly drunk and I’m enjoying myself with a woman called Sarah at the bar. She’s nice, friendly, but there’s no chemistry, so we’re just two drinkers having fun.

I see the dancer arrive at the bar over her shoulder. She’s with a man now, tall and well built, but I can’t see his face. She climbs up and perches on a barstool to talk to him and I catch a teeny flash of white from up inside of her dress. I carry on chatting and laughing with Sarah but the glimpse excites me and the dancer keeps catching my eye. She’s drunk and a little sloppy so her body is relaxed and natural looking, and while she’s talking her legs open and close slightly and I catch more flashes of her panties now and again.

The man she’s with is standing and keeps blocking out my view. He leans against the bar and she’s slumped down on the stool, elbows up on the surface, and she starts opening and closing her legs in a pretend languid, absent minded rhythm, giving me looks to make sure I’m seeing what she wants me to see.

So I’m staring, admiring her long, muscular thighs, all the way up inside her skirt where I see the white panties again and again until I’m transfixed, my mouth watering, no longer hearing the woman I’m with, and I look up to see her face and she’s staring right back at me. The man turns to see what she’s looking at and I return my attention to Sarah, but for what remains of the evening I feel the dancer looking at me every now and then, and taking her time over it.

It’s closing time. Everybody’s leaving and I’m at the cloak room getting my coat. On the way past she stumbles into me, drunk I guess, and clip clops in her heels along the corridor and out, her man in tow. She has that reeling drunken urgency a woman gets when she’s had one too many – or when she’s eager görükle escort for sex. My nostrils cling onto the smell of her, a waft of something expensive and subtle, utterly womanly. I see her hand pushing at the glass doors and she flashes an eye my way and she’s gone.

Sarah’s gone home with a girlfriend so I’m left alone. It’s raining and I get a taxi. During the ride my eyes fall out of focus and I imagine the man taking off her clothes, peeling them away slowly, and her kissing him. I picture her lips, all puckered up and glossed, sliding over his, and their tongues showing here and there.

I imagine his hands feeling all over her body, his fingers pushing down inside her white panties, and her kneeling, and licking, and sucking on him. I imagine her bending over and sliding off her pants, his swollen throbbing cock, pushing into her pussy, stretching her dripping wet pussy lips wider, open, sliding in and out of her… The passing streetlights sparkle orange on the rain spattered windows.

I get home and reach for my keys and I feel silk. It feels nice but I’m taken by surprise and I jerk my hand out of the pocket. I push it back in and explore the feel of whatever it is with my fingertips.

I draw out a pair of bunched up silky white panties and open them up in my hands to look at them, all damp and shiny, with a little red cherry embroidered on the front, the words cherry baby in red fancy writing. With my other hand I find my keys and I take her panties inside.

I stand in the hallway and look at them, and I remember back to her stumbling into me by the cloak room. She must have fumbled them into my coat pocket. I rub them with my fingers and look at them. I raise them up to my face, inhaling gently. I smell her perfume, and the deep, tangy must left on them by her moistness. I press them gently up against my nose and lips, and the feel of the silk on my skin starts me off getting turned on.

I open the panties out and find their crotch, and I hold them more firmly against my face, drawing her scent deep into my lungs, and I lick slightly, with the tip of my tongue, at the front. Her taste is in my mouth.

I imagine her there in the hallway, down on all fours, her arse angled upwards, her slim fingers sliding around to hold herself open so I can feast my eyes on her. She’s all wet, her fingertips slick and shiny, and her gaping pink hole glistens in its hairy little nest. She’s looking back at me, staring, breathing hard. She licks her lips.

I’m salivating, and I close my eyes and lick and suck at the panties in my hand, my penis swells and grows big and hard, throbbing with urgency. I unbutton the front of my trousers and take it out, still standing there, in the hall. My dick’s hot to the touch, and I run my cold fingers up and down the fleshy shaft. I breathe her, in through the soft fabric, and I feel for the quivering head, drawing back the foreskin and gripping myself more firmly, I masturbate, fast and hard, and before I come I run the sliding silk around my hard on and draw it lightly over the throbbing tip, over and over, slowing to prolong the ecstasy.

My eyes are tight shut and I’m seeing her, dancing, her arms and legs picking up the coloured light as she moves, flashes of teeth and eyes and hair, then on all fours and her pussy is shining and open like a hungry mouth, and I’m pushing into her, easing my way inside her warm, wet, tight little tunnel, and as I grasp the silky panties firmer around me, brushing them up and down my aching hard shaft, feeling their bursa merkez escort caresses against the undersides of the enlarged shiny glans and running them across my balls, my breathing stops and my penis swells to an impossibly large size.

I’m groaning from somewhere deep inside, god knows what the neighbours must think, groaning and moaning and panting, and thick wads of warm cum gush out of me and splash all over the hall floor and onto the clothes around my ankles. I gasp in air and stand there shuddering, milking every drop of semen out of me until I’m emptied, clinging on to the part imagined, part remembered images I have of her in my mind.

I clean up, and put on some coffee. I wash, and brush my teeth, and I take her panties with me when I go to bed. She has cast a spell on me. I lie in the darkness and breathe in her most intimate scent until sleep comes.

The week passes slowly and every evening I feel the agony of longing. The memories possess me and I’m driven to the bedroom to look for her panties in whatever part of the bed they were last abandoned. I’ve kissed and licked and chewed at every last trace of her scent until it’s faded away and now I feel cheated and forlorn. She obsesses me.

I try to picture her face and I see shiny lips, and white teeth, but her eyes elude me, always hidden away by her hair. I close my eyes and strip slowly, imagining her hands inside my shirt, her fingers pinching at my nipples and squeezing my chest, working their way downwards, unbuttoning my fly. Every night I lie awake with her panties clutched around my penis, their silkiness sending shivers through my stomach and my balls and I masturbate, sometimes slow, sometimes hard. And every evening I press them to my face and search for her scent in the material, mingling with mine.

Friday comes, and after work I visit the gym. I work hard and tone up, building up a concentrated sweat on the rowing machine, uninterested in the looks the women in their skimpy little gym outfits give me. At home I shower with the heat on high and allow the steaming water to ease out all of the knots. I brush my teeth thoroughly, put on nice underwear and smellies, and head out alone, taking a taxi back to the club.

I try not to get my hopes up. For all I know she’s struck up a relationship with the man she left with that night. They could be going steady by now. Something to eat, followed by a couple of drinks in town, followed by…

The club is jumping. They’ve got a big name dj in from America and he’s rocking the place with smooth mid-tempo house music, all sexy female vocals and mellow chord progressions. Women crowd the dance floor and while I’m waiting for my drink to arrive I scan the dancefloor hopefully. It’s 9.30 and there’s no sign of her. I look at the women dancing and admire a few of the beauties, out there, strutting their stuff, but nothing captivates me the way she did, nothing comes close. She’s bewitched me, and cursed me to a period of intense fantasy and nightly, unquenchable arousal – her panties her charm, her lock of hair.

I drink, I have a dance, and I drink some more. A woman gives me the eye, smiles at me, but I see only the dancer, the pictures in my mind, of her, distorted by my imagination into overtly sexual images, pinkness, hairyness, wetness. At midnight I’m thinking of leaving. I need her panties, in my hands, in my teeth, touching my skin, and I’m heading for the cloak room with lust showing in my eyes and face when she appears.

She’s bursa sınırsız escort with her friends, a little gang of them, all skin and fake tan, makeup and shiny little dresses – high heels. They’re good looking women, the dream team, sophisticated and dressed to kill, but I can see only her. She’s wearing a white top, kind of loose, hinting at the body underneath rather than revealing it, and figure hugging jeans so I see the shape of her thighs and her backside, and everything fits just right. Her arms are bare and I can see bronzed skin, reflecting the light, simple gold bangles jangling loose on her wrists. She has her hair tied back in a ponytail and I can see her face and her long slender neck.

They’re all pretty drunk and it’s funny watching them coming in, teetering on their heels and laughing. She sees me and she momentarily freezes. Her cheeks colour slightly and she flutters her eyelashes. She comes closer to me and I see her eyes, deep amber, big black pupils twinkling. Her lipstick is a subtle pink with a shade of gloss, her lips large and full, sexy curves. ‘Hi,’ she says.

‘Hi.’ Her friends pass by us in the hall, giggling, and I’m transfixed by those lovely amber eyes staring up at me.

‘Are you leaving already?’ she asks, and her teeth attract my eyes, so bright and white, small and neat, sharp looking and deliciously carnivorous. I think wolf, and as if she can read my mind she licks her lips and I glimpse the moist pink tip of her tongue as she slides it over her bottom lip. ‘Did you like my present?’

‘Like it,’ I say, ‘I loved it. Thankyou,’ and despite her taunting grin I hold her eyes. I can smell her, close to and real, and for a moment I’m tempted to close my eyes. She’s wearing a different perfume this evening, overwhelmingly sexual and deep, and I can see her chest where the little top opens out, bronzed like her arms, little breasts making a nice perky shape at the front and her nipples showing slightly where they’re pressed up against the thin material. I could drink her. Underneath she has on a black bra, straps visible through the top. ‘Would you like a drink?’ I ask.

She laughs out loud, ‘Jeez, what took you so long?’ and she takes my hand and leads me back through into the main room.

We drink and we dance and she tests me out by flirting some with other men on the dancefloor, but her eyes stay on me, and she keeps coming back and leading me over to the bar to get her a refill, and at leaving time we’re both more than a little bit tipsy. Outside the club she says goodbye to her friends and they all hug and kiss and exchange little looks and glances over at me and taxis carry them away. I hail one for us, me and her, and ask her would she like to come back to my place for coffee.

She gets up on tiptoes and her lips brush against my ear. ‘Mmm,’ she says, ‘Irish?’

I try to remember have I got any cream in. I think I have so I nod and say, ‘Irish.’

In the taxi she leans over and whispers, ‘Since you liked looking at them so much I thought I’d make a little gift of them to you,’ and she fixes those big amber eyes on me. ‘What did you do with them?’

I smile and look out of the window. I can feel her studying me in the dim interior light. ‘Tell me,’ she says. She puts her hand on my thigh and leans forward and fixes her eyes on mine. ‘Tell me,’ she says again, her mouth slightly open so I feel her breathing on my face and smell warm, sweet alcohol. ‘What did you do with my little silky panties?’

I see the taxi driver looking at us in the mirror. I smile at her and say, ‘I can do better than that,’ and she puts her head to one side. ‘I can show you, when we get in.’ She grins and nods, ‘OK,’ she says, and flops back in her seat, her long legs crossed so I see the deep curve of their undersides, a nice looking shoe dangling from a dainty little foot.

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In the spring of 1976 my wife and I had only been married about 7 or 8 months. We still had sex 5-10 times a week. We had sex most nights, usually twice each weekend days and occasionally a mid week mid afternoon round of lovemaking. Usually I was the one who initiated it. Jane was always ready but would very seldom take the lead.

One day her psychology class had a guest lecturer from the Criminal Justice Department. He was talking on Abnormal Sexual Behavior. I had heard the lecture before and knew parts of it were a bit risqué. I had no idea the effect it would have on Jane.

I was at our apartment studying when she got home from class. She dropped her books on the floor as soon as she entered the apartment. She then dropped her coat on the floor, grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the bedroom and said, “Come on lets fuck.” It surprised me to hear her talk like that. She was out of her clothes in nothing flat and jumped on the bed with her legs spread. She said come on hurry up fuck me. I stripped as quickly as I could. She wanted no foreplay. She was already very wet. I put her legs over my shoulders and rammed my cock into escort bursa her pussy hard. “FUCK ME HARD!” She yelled several times. I started pounding her pussy hard. It didn’t take long before I came. I think she may have had a mini orgasm. After I finished coming I pulled out of her and lay next to her. She kissed me and said, “Thank you. I needed that.” She then told me things about the lecture that got her very horny and she needed a fuck even if she did not come.

We had a couple hours before we had to be at work. We started kissing and feeling each other all over. I put one hand on her pussy. I slipped two fingers inside her sloppy wet hole and rubbed her clit with my thumb while sucking on her tits. I didn’t stop until she had cum twice. I then got on top of her with her legs over my shoulders and slowly entered her and started slowly fucking her. I was unable to reach her face to kiss her with her legs over my shoulders but I could see the lust in her face. She started fingering her clit and I sped up my thrusts. I knew I was close and when I felt her pussy start to squeeze my cock I let loose and flooded her pussy görükle escort with my cum. We relaxed on the bed for a while before taking showers and going to work in the dorm cafeteria. This was the first time my wife had ever taken the lead in us making love. It was 28 years later before she did it again.

JANUARY 2004

I was getting ready to go out of town to a training class for two weeks. The night before we had a crazy argument. I don’t even remember what it was about. I went to bed about 10PM lying on my side facing away from Jane.

About 1 AM I woke up when I felt her next to me. She laid one leg over me and I rolled onto my back. I pretended to be asleep. I didn’t realize it at the time but Jane had removed her pajama pants and panties and had fingered herself for a few minutes before lying next to me. Slowly so she would not wake me she worked her hand under my pajamas and rubbed my cock through my jockeys. Finally when I was rock hard she worked her hand through the opening in the front of the jockeys and I heard her complain that it was too tight. She then slowly slid her hand inside bursa eskort the waistband and tried to push my jockeys down. She then knew I was awake because I lifted my hips off the mattress so she could get my pajamas and underwear off. She then straddled me and impaled herself on my cock. She started slowly moving and tried to get a vibrator from beside the bed to use on her clit.

Finally I spoke and asked, “Do you want me to do that?” She rolled off me and onto her back. I was able to retrieve the vibrator. I gently touched the lower edge of her clit with the vibrator. Quickly her body reacted. She moaned lowly and her breathing became shallow and ragged before she let out a long moan and her body went stiff. I kept the vibrator on her clit till she pushed it away saying, “STOP………NO MORE!”

I then crawled on top of her and slowly entered her. I took my time enjoying the feeling of her hot wet pussy around my cock. When I finally picked up speed I rammed my cock into her hard and deep until I shot my cum deep inside her.

It was now nearly 2 AM. We apologized for whatever we had argued over and she said, “Lets go out and get something to eat.” The only place open at that hour anywhere near our house was an IHOP. We went out in 2-degree weather for an early breakfast or late Supper. We got home after 3 AM and slept late. So I got a late start on my 1,100 mile trip. But it was worth it.

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Ever heard the expression, “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy?” In this case, I’m Carl, not Jack, and there seems to be some truth to that line.

The holiday time greeted us with a staggering amount of work in what is normally a slow period. Steven had a long planned vacation with his fiancee. Janice had paid for a ski trip for her family during the sweltering Low Country July temperatures. Bottom line is I couldn’t bring myself to ask them to change their plans.

Soooo, that left Annie and me to deal with the workload. At 8:00 on the last Saturday morning of the year, we met at the office and shut and locked the door behind us. I started a pot of much needed coffee and sat down at my desk. Annie’s desk is about 30 feet away. On a normal day, we are in regular contact talking about everything from work related issues to her twin girls by her first marriage.

Annie is a wonderful person and incredibly loyal. I’m very fortunate to have a coworker who does whatever is needed and, even better, does it with a positive attitude. Annie is about 5’7″ and I’m not even going to attempt to guess her weight. She is attractive with shoulder length brown hair. Annie didn’t get cheated in the breast department. On days when she wears a tight fitting top, I find myself sneaking somewhat discrete looks at her chest all day long. I’ve often fantasized about her tits…having a mental picture of her large areola and hard nipples sitting proudly atop a pair of magnificent boobs. I imagined my eager hands unhooking her bra to release her breasts for my hands to caress. I have fantasized about licking her hard nipples and teasing the tips with my tongue.

Annie has another impressive feature. She has a well-rounded ass. Not that I’ve noticed or anything. On this particular morning, she was wearing a loose-fitting long sleeve shirt and sweatpants. While the shirt didn’t highlight her tits, the sweatpants did call attention to her well rounded ass. Again, not that I noticed.

Why was I so distracted by her assets? Well, being a horny guy is clearly the number one reason. On top of that, my on again, off again girlfriend and I were currently off. It had been too long since I had been with her or any other woman.

As I mentioned, on a normal day, we talk on a regular basis. However, this morning with the daunting workload, we focused on the many tasks at hand. The only time we spoke was when I asked her if she wanted any coffee. That is, until about 11:00 when she poked her head in my office.

“Hey Carl, would you unlock the storage room? I need some boxes to store some old records.”

I got up from my chair and walked down the hall with her. I unlocked the door and we grabbed several boxes and returned to her office. About twenty minutes later, she returned to my office.

“OK Carl, I’ve filled the boxes. Would you help me move them to storage?”

“Of course,” I replied. I got out of my chair, picked up a box and waited for Annie. She likewise picked up a box and followed me down the hall.

When I opened the door to the storage room, I noticed that there was only available room on the top shelf. Without hesitation, Annie lifted the box over her head and set in on the top shelf. As she released the box, she stumbled backwards into me. I grabbed her and in the process wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her tits as I held her.

Annie looked back over her shoulder, “So Carl, are you going to let me go now?”

I grinned, “Do I have to?”

Without a word, Annie turned around to face me and wrapped her arms around my görükle escort neck. “No, you don’t have to. But if you’re going to hold me, I’d prefer you do it this way.”

She then stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against mine. “Carl, we’ve worked hard all morning. I think we need to take a break.”

She leaned into me and kissed me again. I responded with soft kisses on her lips. She moaned for the first time, obviously enjoying the light kisses. Time lost meaning as we continued with the soft kisses. I continued with the soft kisses along her cheeks and her neck. A soft, extended “mmmmm” softly escaped her lips. She squeezed me tighter as I softly kissed her ear and lightly ran my tongue along it.

I guess at that point, my conscience started to intercede. “Annie, I don’t know about this. I mean, I would nothing better than to take this wherever it goes, but we’ve got to work together. I don’t want to make it awkward between us.”

Annie looked at me and I could tell she was torn. Finally she spoke. “Carl, I have fantasized about you from shortly after we met. I knew it was probably not a good idea, but I’m not sorry about the fantasies I’ve had.”

She continued, “Carl, I know this could be awkward. But, we’re both adults and we aren’t attached to anyone. It’s been a long time for me. And you’ve told me you are currently unattached. I’m willing to take the chance because right now I want you. Honestly, I need you as much as I want you right now. I’m not looking for anything beyond the here and now. Call it friends with benefits if you want.”

“So, we can stop now or we can have what we both want. I’ve seen you checking out my tits and staring at my ass. You may have been discrete in your looking, but I knew what you were doing. Frankly, I was flattered and liked it. We can stop and go back to work or you can see and enjoy what you have been checking out since we’ve known each other. Your call.”

I hesitated. All I had to do was nod my head and I could see and touch her body I had so long fantasized about. But there was the potential for trouble. We had worked together for years and I considered Annie a friend. While I wanted her badly, I also didn’t want to ruin a friendship.

“Annie, I may regret what I am about to say. Yes, I have watched you, fantasized about you and, yes, lusted after you as long as I have known you. Would I love to take off every stitch of your clothes? Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. But you are more important to me than that and I don’t want to rush into something we may regret and in turn ruin a good friendship.”

Think for a moment about the angel and devil perched on my opposite shoulders. While the angel beamed at my moral conscience, the devil on the other shoulder simply said’ “You’re a total dumbass Carl.”

Annie looked in my eyes. “Carl, you can definitely spoil the mood.”. She paused, “But I know you are probably right. Let’s go grab some lunch. I think we’ve earned a break.”

She smiled. “It may be a good idea to leave here and be somewhere in public. Ten minutes from now if we’re still here, I reserve the right to change my mind.”

Lunch was largely uneventful as we returned to our normal selves. We laughed and shared office gossip. The hour passed quickly and we returned to work.

Work was uneventful and we left without further discussion about what had transpired before lunch. We wrapped up our work and left about 3:30.

The following week was very busy as our two colleagues were out the entire week. Annie and I had no further discussion bursa merkez escort about the previous Saturday until Thursday afternoon.

“Carl, I’ve been thinking about what happened Saturday. I want you to know I’m not sorry about what happened. I understand that things could get complicated, but…”

At that point, my phone rang. “Sorry, it’s the boss. Hold that thought.”

After a couple of minutes Annie sensed it would be a lengthy conversation and quietly left my office. I didn’t see her again before quitting time. Friday was very busy and we only had a chance to speak long enough to make plans to work again Saturday morning.

Steven and Janice were out again on Saturday so it was just the two of us again. We arrived about 7:30 and I started the coffee. We filled our coffee mugs and got to work. Without the usual weekday distractions, I made great progress. At 11:15, I walked over to Annie’s desk and found her chair empty. I walked back to my office and returned five minutes later, but still no Annie. I walked to the break room to get another cup of coffee and heard a noise in the storeroom. The door was cracked open so I peeked in.

I was totally unprepared for what I saw. Annie was leaning back in a chair. Her jeans were unzipped and her right hand was buried between her legs. Her thin white top was pushed up above her lacy white bra. Her left hand was under her right bra cup.

I’m sure my mouth dropped open. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t stop watching. Annie, lost in the throes of pleasure, had no idea I was standing there.

She pushed her bra cup aside and I could see her pinching her hard nipple. My hand moved to the front of my jeans and I began to rub my rapidly hardening cock. Annie moaned for the first time and her thumb and forefinger pulled on her right nipple.

I couldn’t help myself. I unzipped my zipper and freed my now fully erect cock. With my right hand, I slowly stroked the length of my cock. Shifting my feet, I bumped the door causing it to swing open.

Annie’s eyes popped open. For a brief moment, she looked horrified and then she smiled. “Carl, I don’t plan to stop. Why don’t you join me?”

Annie pulled down her jeans and panties, exposing her smooth pussy lips and the trimmed brown hair above. “Carl, please pull my jeans off.”

Picture me standing there with my hard cock sticking out of my open zipper as I slid Annie’s jeans off her legs. I tossed them aside and her legs parted showing me her spread lips. Her right index finger teased her clit as she looked at me. “Carl, why don’t you take off your jeans? I want a better look at that hard cock.”

I wasted no time in dropping my jeans to the floor and stepping out of them. “Carl, stroke that hard cock for me,” said Annie as she teased her clearly wet slit.

I slowly stroked my cock as I watched Annie alternately tease her clit and slide a finger inside her pussy. After a short while, Annie pushed two fingers deep inside her wet pussy. She slowly slid them out and offered them to me. “Want to taste me Carl?”

I wrapped my lips around and sucked the sweet juices. “Mmmm…you taste good enough to eat.”

“Then why don’t you Carl? Eat my pussy. But first I want you to take off your shirt and finish undressing me.”

My shirt hit the floor in an instant and I slipped her white top off leaving her clad only in her lacy white bra. Her hard nipples poked against the fabric. I reached around her and unhooked her clasp and then eased her bra slowly off her shoulders.

Her bursa sınırsız escort tits were magnificent. Large and rounded, probably a D cup and very firm for a woman in her 40’s. Her areola were medium sized and dark brown with hard nipples.

I positioned myself between her spread legs and teased her clit first with a kiss and then a long slow lick. Annie shuddered and moaned. As much as I wanted to eat her pussy, I had to introduce myself to the lovely breasts I had fantasized about for so long. Leaning forward I wrapped my lips around her right nipple and teased the tip with my tongue. My right hand drifted between her legs and traced her smooth, very wet lips causing Annie to squirm and moan softly.

It would have been easy to slide my cock into her wet slit and I was sure she would have no problem with that. After fantasizing about her for so long, I wanted to savor the moment without rushing. I softly sucked her nipple into my mouth while continuing to tease the tip with my tongue. My right index finger found her clit and softly rubbed it. Annie continued to move her hips as her breathing increased.

Not wanted it to feel left out, I shifted my attention to her left titty. My tongue slowly grazed her areola and circled the hard nipple. My right hand continued to slowly and softly play with her clit.

Annie purred, “Carl, please put your finger inside me.” I slowly eased my index finger into her wet hole. My finger slid in and out of her slowly as my teeth nibbled on her left nipple. Annie moaned, “Carl, put two fingers inside me. And finger fuck me hard and fast.”

My index and middle fingers moved quickly in and out of her dripping lips. I sucked and nibbled on her nipple as she moaned very loudly. I felt her body begin to tense as she pushed her pelvis against my fingers. She raised her ass and screamed loudly. “Oh Carl. My pussy is on fire. I can’t stop…I am cuuuuuummmmming.”

Her body shuddered as her ass bounced multiple times on the floor. She moaned, “Oooohhhhh…oooooohhhhh…,” before her body relaxed and she dropped to the floor. Annie closed her eyes as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

“Carl, I haven’t cum like that in a long time. And you know what else I haven’t had in a long time? It’s been too long since I have had a hard cock in my pussy. Fuck me Carl. I want your hard dick to fuck me now. I want to sit in your lap and ride your dick and make us both cum.”

Annie’s ample titties bounced as she stood up. Without another word, she steered me to the chair and pushed me to sit. She spread her legs to straddle mine and took my rigid cock in her right hand, guiding it to her juicy lips. She eased the head of my cock between her lips and very slowly engulfed my cock. As she did, she leaned forward and kissed me. Soft kisses at first and then her kisses became more urgent. Our tongues met as she began to ride me faster. My hands found her tits and pinched her aroused nipples. Annie moaned and began to ride me even harder. “Carl, another time I want to fuck you slow and easy. But right now I need you to fuck my pussy hard and fast. I want you to shoot hot cum in me. Just fuck me hard now.”

I held her hips and helped her rock her wet pussy on my cock. Her eyes closed and she leaned her head back. I knew she was close as was I. She moaned, “Give it to me Carl. Fuck my pussy with your hard dick. Fill me with your cum and make me cum.” She moaned louder. “I’m going to cum on your dick. Fuck me. Cum in me.” Her body tensed and I knew she was there. Her pussy tightened on my cock and I couldn’t hold it back. I shot several streams of cum inside her as she continued to ride me. She screamed, “Oh fuck. I’m cummmmmmingggggg.”

Her body shook as she put her head on my shoulder. Her arms wrapped around me as she melted into my arms.

It was at that moment we heard the office door open…

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Ellen appeared precisely an hour before closing, six nights every week. Baggy sweats over a plain white T shirt and shorts. Near as I could tell, she owned only three pairs of those—navy blue, red and green—and wore them in perfect rotation. Last night was red. She came through door at 9 on Friday night. Green. No surprise there.

No greeting, either. As usual, she tore directly into her vicious workout. 20 minutes on the elliptical, 20 minutes of weights and 20 minutes of abdominal work and stretching, each with brutal intensity. She was 5’10”, about 160 pounds of smooth muscle, shoulder length dark blond hair and green eyes that stared through anyone who dared look directly at them.

The rest of the fitness center’s patrons gave her a wide berth. She broke a sweat at ten minutes, was soaked halfway through and with clocklike precision, did her last stretch a minute before closing. I mumbled a goodnight as the glass door swung closed behind her.

It took me only a few minutes to wipe down the last of the equipment, grab my gym bag and lock up. I walked to the garage. There was a car next to mine, trunk open with only baggy sweats visible. Ellen was screaming a torrent of four letter words.

“Ellen?”

She glared at me, glanced over at the left rear tire—obviously flat—and threw an equally flat spare onto the concrete floor.

“And the goddamn auto club said that they couldn’t get here for two hours!”

‘Hell hath no fury…,’ I thought to myself.

“Ellen, it’s cold, dark and you can’t just sit here alone. Call the auto club, just tell them to forget about tonight, and have them pick you up at your home tomorrow morning. I’ll give you a lift tonight.”

She put her hands on her hips, scowled and barked at the auto club on her cell.

Wordlessly, she slid into the passenger seat of my car. I asked her where she lived. Turned out it was only five minutes out of the way, maybe ten minutes from my place. We pulled out of the garage.

Ellen wasn’t much for small talk. But I learned that Ellen was an executive with a restaurant chain headquartered in the area with about 20 direct subordinates. She was also the bursa escort only woman executive in the place, which meant that she got all the lousy assignments and unpleasant responsibilities. The fitness center was her place to unwind and take her workplace frustrations out on the iron.

I pulled up to her place—a nondescript townhome in a sea of similar units—and to my surprise, she invited me in for a glass of wine. Of course I said yes,

She had the upstairs unit, a tidy one-bedroom with a kitchen/dining area combo. Terra cotta tiles, blond wood and a dark green counters. She pulled a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator and two glasses down from the cupboard. She went off to shower.

I looked around the living room. Books everywhere, mostly about business management. A fair number of ‘thrillers’. No sign of romance novels, fantasy or any other typically feminine fair. I wondered if she had a boyfriend–or a girlfriend for that matter. More likely that she had neither.

She came down the stairs. Baggy sweats again, but clean ones. She started in on her glass of wine. And then the green-eyed stare came out, and she was reading my mind.

“It’s tough at work. I’m the only woman, so I have to be better than all the men. So my work is my life.”

She finished her wine and poured another glass. She read my mind.

“Don’t feel sorry for me. This life is my choice.”

Maybe. And maybe she had been in it so long she didn’t know about much else. I got up to hug her, to hold her. She froze for a moment, and pulled away.

“Look, Ellen, when was the last time you were held by another human being? The last time you were with someone who wasn’t evaluating you? The last time that there wasn’t a problem to be solved, employee to be disciplined, report to write or presentation to give?”

I held her left hand gently in my right, and started to stroke her hair, pulling her towards my shoulder. She resisted, but only for a moment, and I let my hand glide towards the nape of her neck. She let out something between a moan and a sigh. I drew her onto the couch, and started slow circles around her temples with bursa escort bayan my fingers. She sighed again and I swept my fingers across her lips. Kissed her once, gently.

Pulling myself behind her, I kneaded her shoulders and pressed my thumbs gently along her spine, down and back up, and let them dance across to her neck, her chin, and across her lips once more. Kissed her once more, gently. But this time, she kissed back. Passed her tongue around my lips.

I slipped my hands under her sweatshirt. She pulled away again , but only to switch off the light. As she came back towards me, she pulled off her top to reveal perfect breasts, nipples stiff and swollen. I pulled her close, letting my fingers trace the curve of her ears while I explored the base of her neck with my tongue. And she pulled me closer still.

My hands drifted to her breasts, supporting them, and I swirled my fingers around her areolas, pressing and then pulling gently at her nipples which had become fully engorged and erect. Squeezing her breasts together, I took both nipples in my mouth and sucked.

“Oh OH,” she cried.

I paused and looked up at her.

“Keep going!”

Plea or command, I wasn’t sure. But it didn’t matter. I could feel her belly begin to contract, waves of woman pleasure beginning to course through her body. I flipped her over onto her breasts and began once again to massage her back. She moaned with increasing pleasure as I passed from upper, to lower and began to squeeze her buttocks. I slipped off her sweatpants. She didn’t resist. Kissed the backs of her legs, running my tongue from her ankle up as I massaged the other leg with my fingers.

Her pelvic thrusting was more urgent now, as I flipped her over again to look into those green eyes. She stared at me again, and in a much huskier voice murmured that she needed me. It was my turn to smile and shake my head. I spent another several minutes kissing her legs and her breasts and let her urgency rise. I pressed down, just below her navel to meet each thrust of her pelvis.

“Please, touch me, “she gasped.

I reached down so that görükle escort bayan my hand covered her pussy, pressing the soft lips on either side, flattening them, smoothing them. She tried to guide my hand inside, but I told her no…not yet. Her juices flowed steadily now, and my fingers were quite slick. I began to slide my hand up and down, her clitoris becoming more swollen with each sliding stroke. Her breathing had deepened, and she began to tug at her nipples, twisting and pulling.

I used my left arm to draw her tightly against me and kissed her deeply. I slipped my index and middle fingers inside her now-boiling sex, just past the bone and behind her clitoris, where her G-spot lay.I caressed it gently but firmly, rubbing it up and down. She started to twitch. And shake. And then scream.

“OHHH GOD FUCK DON”T STOP DON’T STOP FUCK DON’T STOP…”

Her pussy became impossibly wet as she began to ejaculate, pouring her juices all over the couch, convulsing in ecstasy. It took her several minutes to stop shaking, only to start again when I buried my face into her cunt, lapping up her delicious musk. She had another screaming ten-minute climax and then just fainted away.

She was limp, relaxed, smiling. I went to find a cool washcloth, but by the time I returned she was snoring, deep in the slumber that follows total release. I wanted her, wanted to feel my cock inside her, but knew this wasn’t the moment. I covered her in a blanket that was draped over the couch, dressed silently, and let myself out.

***

The clock edged past 9 the next evening, and Ellen did not appear for her workout. I wondered if she was angry, embarrassed or just didn’t care. The gym was quiet, and I had my end of shift chores done a few minutes later. Flipped off the light. Grabbed my gym bag. Headed for the garage.

Ellen’s car was next to mine, trunk open with an overcoat and a pair of shapely legs in navy blue fishnet stockings visible beneath. She looked up and smiled.

“It took longer to fix the damn car than I thought,” she blushed. “I bought some new lingerie today. Thought you might like a fashion show.”

She opened her raincoat just enough to let me know that there wasn’t anything between the coat and the lingerie beneath.

“Unless you’d prefer dinner first. But I would have to dress.”

She paused, closed the trunk and slipped into the driver’s seat.

“You know the address. Don’t keep me waiting.”

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I’m Renee Dion, registered nurse. I’ve always loved that. It sounds so important.

I’ve been working for years—forever it seems. I long since gave up on my hospital job in favor of fee-for-service work, where I can call my own spots and make my own hours. I do okay—financially, that is—and my husband Ricky makes a good salary as a factory foreman.

So, you would think at age forty I could step back from working extra shifts and making as much money as I can while I can, but I still do a special gig on the weekends.

Yes, it pays ridiculously well, $100 an hour for eight hours, taking care of a private patient. No insurance or billing—strictly self-pay. While the money is great—an extra $40 grand a year—I like my patient and I like the job.

Claudia Geneva is an eighty-year-old woman, born in Greece and the widow of a restaurant entrepreneur that left her a multi-million dollar nest egg.

She has a home health aid and housekeepers that work for her during the week, but I provide her with my special brand of T.L.C. every Saturday night. I can go out to dinner or a show with Ricky any night of the week. Claudia needs me from four o’clock till midnight on Saturdays and Ricky will be perfectly happy to rent a movie at home alone.

I arrive at her old-fashioned ornate front door. “Claudia, I’m here.” I don’t knock or ring a bell. I have my own set of keys.

“Renee, sweetheart,” she called from afar. “I’m in the livin’ room.”

“Claudia,” I scold. “Now I have to wheel you in the chair to the bedroom to change you.”

“Bah! You know I hate that wheelchair. I can use the walker,” she spoke with an oof as she propped herself on the arm of the couch to stand up.

“Oh, sure, I’ll be here all night watchin’ you walk an inch at a time with the walker.” I take her by the arm and kiss her hello.

“Don’t get fresh,” she teases and returns the kiss, wetting my cheek with her full lips.

I wheel the chair from the corner to where she stood hunched over and waiting and she dropped her ample arse onto the seat.

“How you been, sweetheart?” she asks with formality as I push her down the hall to her bedroom. I said I was well. “And your husband and the children?” I assured her they were fine. I could already smell the odor from her adult-sized diaper, which must not have been changed since yesterday.

In her room, I spread out a plastic pad over her bed sheets before lifting her onto the bed. She was short and weighed over two hundred pounds. I saw from all the pictures on her walls that Claudia Geneva was a trim and cute young girl, a sexy and attractive young bride, and a lovely mature wife and mother in bygone years.

“Are you going to see your children for the holidays?” I asked Claudia, as I unbuttoned her housecoat frock and slid it off her shoulder.

“You know Greek Christmas falls later in the calendar than your Christmas,” she informed me, as she has done for all eight years that I have been caring for her. “But they don’t come to my house no more. They come get me and sit me in a corner and ignore me until it’s time for my sons to argue ’bout who’s gotta bring me back home.” She wasn’t really angry or resentful; it was her regular lament about her family. I just smiled and helped her take off her blouse, skirt, brassiere, and wide-cut underpants. Her elongated, tubular breasts flopped over several rolls of belly fat, and her thighs fluttered like waves on a body of water. Her white cotton diaper was thoroughly soaked. She affectionately stroked bursa escort my forearms as I worked at the safety pins on either side of her nappy. Her crotch was reddened and her gray pubic hair was matted against her irritated skin. Before rolling Claudia on her side, I cleansed her vagina, groin, and inner thighs with a handy wipe. She smiled at me sweetly. Then she said she was sorry for the big mess on her back side.

“Oh, Claudia!” I shouted, more surprised than angry at the caked on layers of feces covering her buttocks. “Didn’t the aide change your diaper at all yesterday?”

“She didn’t show up,” Claudia said sheepishly.

“You should call the agency, Claudia,” I told her as I tried to clean the shit off her ass.

“I don’t wanna make trouble for her. She would get fired and she’s got a new baby to take care of.”

“She needs to take care of you, Claudia.” I gave up on the wipes and decided, “This is too much of a mess. You need to get in the tub.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry ’bout this.” Claudia moved comparatively easily from the bed to the bathroom, shitty butt notwithstanding. “I don’t wanna waste my time with you takin’ a bath.”

I put my arm around her and leaned over to kiss her on the forehead. “I’m gonna be givin’ you the bath, hon.” She kissed me on the cheek. “We have all night together.” Then Claudia kissed me again, this time on the lips. I lowered the toilet seat cover and helped her sit down while I ran hot water into the bathtub. A few minutes later, I quickly washed off her nether regions with a terrycloth and let her soak in the sensuously warm water. She seemed like she was floating with her eyes closed and I think she touched her clitoris with her fingertips when she thought I wasn’t looking. I brought the event to a close by washing her arms, shoulders, back, neck, underarms, and belly as her pendulous tits bobbed in the water like half deflated balloons. Using the shower head, I wetted her thinning, graying cotton candy textured hair, doused it with shampoo, rinsed it, conditioned it, and rinsed it again. She cooed and sighed, eyes still shut tight, and seemed to be having an orgasm in response to me washing her hair.

Claudia stepped out of the tub and I wrapped her in a big bulky towel. She giggled in a delightfully childish way and she peppered me with little kisses as I patted her old leathery skin dry. She felt strong enough to walk back to her room by herself and laid down on the bed, on top of the sheets, in the nude. She smiled serenely as she watched me, as she always did. Without fanfare, I slowly undressed for her—taking off my blue scrubs, shirt followed by pants, then removing my tee shirt underneath, usually standing under her gaze in my bra and panties before taking them off. I let her look at my still firm breasts and my proudly pouting areolas and nipples. She winked at my unwaxed hairy nest before I turned away, showed her my not-so-skinny little ass, bent down and reached into my medical bag. Next I turned around and hooked the belt of the black plastic strap-on. Claudia gave a little hoot and clapped her hands and I walked slowly toward her, the dildo pointing the way. She opened her arms and I joined her on the bed where we shared a deep, open mouthed, tongue sucking kiss.

Claudia’s husband, Constantine Geneva, was a big, lusty man, who was apparently well endowed and head-over-heels in love with his wife. The couple worked six days a week, birthed and raised six sons and daughters, and set aside one evening a week for each bursa ucuz escort other. According to Claudia Geneva, her man could pump her cunt with his fat cock for hours on end, rarely pausing between erection and ejaculation. When Claudia was a young virginal maiden, her sex life was purely torture, but as she grew accustomed to Constantine’s voracious appetite, she found it hard to believe other women lived with five-minute wonders and sometimes even failed to orgasm. When Constantine died, it left a void in Claudia’s life. So she hired me to fill it.

When I first started to service her with the dildo, it was strictly to fuck her with little attention to foreplay and no attention whatsoever to my needs. We kissed—I always had to embrace her like I was the man—but that was all there was to it. One night, after about a year of providing Claudia’s sex therapy, my legs grew tired after humping her for five or six hours without let up.

“I think I pulled a muscle,” I said, ready to cry from the sharp pain.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Claudia whispered affectionately as I rolled off her great bulk. “Come lie down beside me.” I did and she began to rub my stomach, my breasts, and my thighs. I closed my eyes and Claudia touched my mound of Venus before putting a finger inside of me. She kissed my lips and dithered my pussy till I came. We have truly been lovers ever since.

Tonight I approached my elderly lady love with a slow strut, letting the dildo bounce like a donkey dong, trying not to swing my hips in too much of a girly way. Claudia seemed to grow younger right away, sitting up and offering her outstretched arms to me as I planted my knees on the edge of the bed. Claudia took hold of the magic wand, stroked it admiringly, as I imagine she did for all those years with Constantine, and slowly brought it to her lips. I wished I could feel her warm, moist mouth and fluffy tongue. Nonetheless, my own smegma was getting soupy between my legs. I gently petted the back of her neck and watched Claudia vigorously lick and suck on the candy cane, holding onto my forelegs like support columns. When she popped the phallus out of her mouth, she gave my left ass cheek a hard, twisting pinch, letting me know she was ready to roll.

“Time to bone the old lady, sweetheart.” That was her usual invitation to start fucking.

“You know I like to lick it before I stick it,” which was my usual opening line and she always laughed delightfully shyly in response.

I covered her barely withered labia and clitoris with my tongue, deliberately drooling and spitting on her sex to make up for her dryness due to aging. I treat her to a sweep of my tongue over her thighs and pubic mound before inserting my finger to probe her fruit, which was already constricting like an adolescent’s nubile folds. Despite bathing her, I nonetheless tasted her pee and pooh while giving her cunnilingus.

Claudia spryly lifted and spread her legs, her excess flab jiggling about, as I mounted her and inserted the ten-inch probe into her octogenarian Venus. I wiggled my ass to start my rhythm the way she liked, just as the old man used to do, until I hooked my arms under her legs and hoisted her vortex higher to receive my hard and fast jackhammer. I fucked the old bird nonstop for an hour and she hummed, moaned, groaned, and sighed the whole time. To mix things up, I leaned forward and scooped up her boobies, which flopped over her arms like loose saddlebags. I sucked on her thumb-sized nipples and bursa elit escort made her shriek when I pretended to bite them. She loves when I do that. After the second hour, I adjusted our conjoining to let Claudia suckle my breasts—looking like a newborn babe, always taking my tit with eyes closed—the entire time continuing to flog her flabby pussy.

My legs grew tired and sore, my calves ached as well as my thigh muscles. The leather strap began to chafe my sensitive skin around my little mons. I begged for a break in the action.

It was ten o’clock. I sprawled diagonally across Claudia’s big bed while she waited on me for a change, shuffling to her liquor cabinet and bringing us two very full glasses of red wine. I sat up to take one of the glasses and Claudia blurted out, “You’re so beautiful. I love you, sweetheart.”

I reacted to the beautiful part. “I’m a frumpy middle-aged soccer mom, Claudia. I’m no beauty and I’ve put on a few pounds since I got married.”

“You’re beautiful to me, anyway.” She sipped her wine, and then asked a curious question. “Are we lesbians … like the girls on TV who make love to each other?”

I laughed at the reference to “girls on TV,” as if there were no gay people in the real world. “No, not really, because I’m just filling in for Constantine.”

“Yes, that’s right,” Claudia said, getting up and putting her glass without a trace of infirmity as she walked back to the bed. “You screw me like a man, but you have needs, too. Don’t you?”

I didn’t know what she meant until she embraced and kissed me and after a long, affectionate snogging, rubbed my areolas till my nipples were so hard I thought they would pop. Then my matronly lover lowered her head to my frothy pubis and tasted the nectar of the goddess. I dreamed I was Athena making love to Aphrodite through the longest string of multiple orgasms I every experienced in my life. Claudia even sucked on my clitty like it was a little dick.

I was covered in sweat when Claudia finished, told me again how she loved me, and staggered to the bathroom just in time to pee in the toilet and not all over the bed. When she returned, I had the strap-on cleaned and ready to drill her for another hour. At midnight, I helped her put on a diaper and a nightie, kissed her goodnight, and went home to my snoring husband, who had spent the evening with a six pack and the Victoria’s secret catalogue. I laughed and kissed his sticky fingers.

Going back a few years to when I first started caring for Claudia, I worried one of her sons, daughters, or grandchildren would come by and find us cavorting. Next thing I knew I would be fired or worse, brought up on some sort of morals charges. I soon realized that wouldn’t be a problem. They never came by.

The phone rang on Thursday and it was Claudia’s eldest son, Gus. I knew what he was going to say as soon I picked up the phone. Claudia had passed. I cried uncontrollably for the next two days. I think Ricky was ready to check me into the psych ward. He understood Claudia was special, though I think he was concerned about the loss of income.

After Claudia’s funeral, Gus Geneva came over to me and said, “You were very important to my mom. I want to thank you for being more than a caregiver to her, a real friend.” I nodded, but didn’t speak. “You’re in her will.” I was stunned. “Probate takes about six months, but my mom wanted your share to be a gift, tax free.” He handed me a check. All I could see were zeroes. It was for a million dollars. I gasped, cried, and wet my panties. I stood there crying, holding the check in my shaking hands, with urine streaming down my legs. Embarrassed, Gus just walked away.

I ran back to the gravesite, put my hands on Claudia Geneva’s casket, and whispered, “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

THE END

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I can’t believe I lost so much time daydreaming today.

I’m actually kind of embarrassed about it; you know what my classload is like this semester, Sylvie. I don’t have time to daydream, especially not with finals coming up. Remember how I told you I was going to the library today and I was going to really hit the books hard for at least five hours?

Shyeah. Like that happened. It’s not fair, having weather this nice when we’re trying to study! And it’s extra not fair having a library with big, wide, panoramic windows that show the whole freaking campus! Here I am, staring at engineering textbooks that can make a student’s eyes glaze over at the best of times, and what am I looking out over? Hacky sack, frisbee, and sun-tanning! I think I got about two paragraphs in before my eyes wandered up over the textbook to stare at the warm, sunny afternoon.

I tried to keep my focus at first, I really did. I dragged my eyes back down to circuit diagrams and tried to calculate resistances, but every few minutes my pencil would just start doodling and my eyes would drift back out to gaze aimlessly. I could just picture it in my head, the lazy heat of late spring and the breeze just strong enough to cool that heat off. It just felt so vivid to me that the real world of the library just sort of faded away, and the only thing I saw was the picture inside my head.

I was sun-bathing. I don’t really tan, actually; I’m an engineering student, I think it’s in our contract that we have to have milk-white skin regardless of gender. But in my daydream, I was in a tiny little electric blue bikini, and I was spreading out my towel, and everyone was looking at me–and not in that creepy, weird, “Does she know she has that mole there?” sort of way, like I always worry everyone’s looking at me when I’m showing any skin. No, they were looking at me like I was actually pretty–oh, shush, Sylvie. You always say that.

And in the daydream, I lay down on my towel, and just as I got out the suntan lotion, one of the hacky sack players broke away from the game and wandered over to me. And he knelt down next to me, and he said, “Do you need any help putting the lotion on?” He had just the tiniest trace of a French accent, and he looked…don’t laugh, okay? He looked like Adrien Brody in ‘King Kong’. And I looked at those long, slender hands and I gave this tiny little nod, because the sun was so warm and I was already so relaxed and it just felt like too much effort to move, even in my daydream.

I could imagine it so perfectly, Sylvie. It felt way more real than the library. I could actually feel the coolness of the lotion as it dribbled out of the bottle onto my back, and I could feel the warmth of his hands as he worked it into my skin. It felt so good, like all my muscles were melting, and I let out a little whimper.

Then I realized I’d actually whimpered out loud. That snapped me out of the daydream pretty quick. I know I was blushing as I looked around, but it must not have been that loud because nobody was glaring at me or anything. I tried to refocus my eyes; I must have sat there blinking for about a solid minute before the text looked like anything but blurry squiggles to me. I’m sure it was totally obvious to anyone who looked that I was off in la-la land.

My bursa escort trip back to reality didn’t last long at all. I read about six pages before I realized that I couldn’t actually tell you what was on any of them; I’d just been sitting there, turning pages and staring at the text without really taking any of it in. My eyes were seeing the words, but my mind was seeing the warm towel again, and feeling the hands on my body rubbing and massaging the lotion in. The campus had totally vanished, now; I was on a sandy beach, somewhere in the Mediterranean, staring off at that warm water that’s such a bright shade of blue that it almost seems fake. I didn’t know why my brain had decided on the Mediterranean, but a little voice in the back of my head kept describing it, and it sounded so good that I found myself going right along with the idea. The waves kept washing in onto the shore, making that dull crash that fades into a dull roar, and it all felt…perfect.

And after a while, the water seemed to float in, like the tide, but it was okay because I was on a raft. It felt even better that way, because I could actually feel the waves as well as see them and hear them, and it felt like I could drift and float that way forever. Those fingers kept rubbing and rubbing, and my eyes slid closed, and all I felt in the dream was warm sunshine on my back and warm water rippling against my fingers. All I had to do was relax and take it all in. All I had to do was let myself feel everything. All I had to do was lose myself in the fantasy.

That’s when I heard a little whisper tell me, “Why don’t I take your top off so I can rub the lotion in everywhere?” And it seemed so natural; even though my body was sitting there in the library, and on some level I knew that, on another level I knew that nobody would know what was going on in my mind’s eye. I could let the daydream become a little bit sexy, and that was okay. Nobody would know. Nobody would mind. I heard the whisper again, saying, “It’ll feel so good to let me rub the lotion everywhere,” and if I was melty in the daydream before, I was absolutely liquid now. I didn’t even nod, I just knew that they’d know, because we were all alone together and there was nothing at all wrong with letting whatever happened just happen. All I had to do was know that, and go along with that, and everything would be wonderful.

It was wonderful. I felt the fingers pull at the string that held my top on, and again at the strings that held my bottom on, and my bikini seemed to sort of…melt away, as those fingers found their way everywhere. It’s weird to think about how totally and completely I lost myself in that fantasy. I mean, there might have been anything going on around me, and there I was, just staring vacantly into space as I imagined a stranger petting my ass and rubbing my pussy. I probably wouldn’t even have noticed if someone had shouted, “Yo, Erica!” at me.

And I rolled over, and that felt even better, because those hands could get everywhere now. I felt fingers strumming my nipples, and I bucked upwards just a little and spread my legs wide open so that my pussy was wide open for them. And I knew that everything was alright, everything was perfect. I was just going along with the flow, going along with the fantasy, and that escort bursa was fine. That was exactly what I needed to do. All I needed to do was let the fantasy take me wherever it took me, and know that deep down, that was what I secretly wanted all along.

I…um…it’s kind of weird saying this, Sylvie, because I know we’ve been friends for almost a year now and I don’t want to wreck that, but…in the fantasy? I’m not sure when it happened, but the person putting on the suntan lotion stopped being Adrien Brody and started being you. And the person fingering me and rubbing me and leaning down to lick my tits…that was definitely you.

It really weirded me out at first. I sort of lost the fantasy, but my brain didn’t really want to go back to reality, either. I was still too dreamy and unfocused and…um, yeah. And horny. I sat there for a while, looking out the window but not seeing anything, not sure really what to think about at all. I kind of drifted into a different fantasy; this time, I was lying on a waterbed, and the motion of the bed reminded me so much of the motion of the raft that it sent me right back into that same drifty, floaty state of mind. Looking back, I’m not sure I ever really left it.

And then I felt someone crawling into bed next to me, and even before I looked, I knew it was you–the way you just know things in daydreams without needing to see them, you know? And we were both naked, and your skin felt so fucking good against mine, just a little cool from the air conditioning but warming up so fast wherever I touched it, and there was that little voice in the back of my head again telling me, “This is what you wanted, this is what you secretly wanted all along…”

And I remember blinking, like I couldn’t really believe it was happening, but I felt your fingers stroking the back of my neck and it felt so real to me, Sylvie! It felt so real that I just sank back into the daydream, only this time we were on a camping trip together. And we were sharing a sleeping bag, and I was lying on my back, looking up at the stars while you reached down and fingered my pussy. And you were whispering in my ear, telling me how hot it was, telling me how good it felt, telling me how all I needed to do was just give in and believe it, and the stars sparkled and danced and I felt myself drawn into them like my body was blazing just like they were…

But it still didn’t feel right. It still didn’t feel like what I secretly wanted, even though everything in my mind was telling me that it was. I let go of the fantasy, but I couldn’t let go of the thoughts of you. I was still in the library, but it was just another daydream. In this daydream, you were sitting right next to me, like the person who was there had gotten up and you’d sneaked in and sat down while I was staring off into space, and you were talking to me. And the weird thing was that you were saying exactly what I was thinking. Every time you spoke, it was the exact same thing I thought in my head. And that was so cool, and so weird, that I forgot to even think about exactly what it was that I was thinking and you were saying.

And suddenly, in the daydream, I thought about how horny I was, and how sexy you were, and how hot it would be to sneak off and find someplace to have sex. And I took bursa escort bayan your hand, and it felt warm in mine, and everything seemed so totally real to me. It felt totally real when we stood up and you started to lead me off towards the stacks. And the whole time, I kept thinking, “Sylvie’s so hot. This is what I secretly wanted. This is going to feel so good, better than the best sex I ever had,” and this time I knew it was true. I couldn’t deny it anymore. It felt too real to me. I could even see your lips mirroring my thoughts, and I just couldn’t fight the truth of it anymore.

You led me down into the stacks, deep down into the archives until we couldn’t hear anyone breathing but us anymore. It felt so right, so magical and charmed as you pressed me back against a bookshelf and kissed me so hard it took my breath away. I heard myself moaning into your mouth, and I felt you unzip my pants and reach inside the waistband of my panties. They were soaking wet, Sylvie. Wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. I was totally lost in the fantasy, lost in the daydream. I knew that the voice in the back of my head was right. I wanted you. I needed you. And I realized right then that you’d wanted me ever since you first saw me.

It felt absolutely fucking perfect, Sylvie. You pulled up my t-shirt, undid my bra and dropped it on the floor, and then you pressed my hands to my own tits. And I knew as soon as you did it that they were locked there, that they wouldn’t be able to move until I came, and your words echoed my thoughts before I even thought them and that felt so utterly right that I almost came right there. But I didn’t, because I knew you wanted to lick me first.

And you did. You dropped to your knees and buried your face in my panties, inhaling my scent and rubbing your face against the damp fabric until I moaned in utter, aching need. Then you pulled my pants and panties down and licked and licked and licked, and I knew that anyone walking by would see me with my pants around my ankles and my shirt around my neck, bare-ass naked and getting eaten out and that was so fucking hot and sexy and I came and I came and I came. I couldn’t stop. You didn’t want me to stop, and in my daydream, everything you wanted was the right thing for me to do and say and think and feel.

And when I finally sagged down onto your face enough that you could tell I couldn’t come anymore, you stood up and kissed me, and I could taste myself on your lips. And I suddenly wondered what you tasted like, but I also knew I’d have to wait to find out. I’ve been thinking about it all day, Sylvie. I haven’t been able to stop. I hope that doesn’t creep you out, because I really…I just really need to taste you. I really need to lick your pussy.

That was why I wanted to tell you about all this, Sylvie, because I realized that the feelings I had in the daydream are real. I know it now, deep in my deepest self. When I fantasized about you, that was just my deepest self telling me what I secretly wanted all along.

And you were so sweet in my daydream, helping me get dressed, walking me back up to my chair, sitting me down…you gave me the tiniest little caress on the back of my neck, and somehow I knew it was a promise of more. And then, in my daydream, you walked away, and I sat there for a while before I finally refocused back on the real world and started to get into my textbook again.

I wish I knew what I did with my pencil while I was off daydreaming, though.

THE END

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“So Rotham, how goes married life?”

Maxwell, the Duke of Rotham, slowly turned in his seat and gave the man an insolent grin.

“It goes well, thus far. But, the honeymoon is just over.”

“Never figured you’d ever take the plunge, to be blunt. Especially considering you’re a man that kept a harem at one point in time.” Steven Crowley cackled.

“It does seem strange, but I’ll adapt.”

A moment later, before the men could get into a deeper conversation, the new duchess appeared, devastatingly sexy in a low-cut gown of emerald green silk. Her dark hair was wound up, piled atop her head, and if Steven saw correctly, her eyes were darkened my kohl and rouge touched her cheeks and lips.

The woman was gorgeous, causing men’s tongues to fall from their mouths. The male half of the ton fairly panted after her, and Steven suspected that’s why Rotham married her. So he could say that she was his possession.

“Good evening, Crowley, how are you?”

“I’m well Duchess. You look divine.”

“I aim to please.” She sent him a smoldering smile, then turned her attention to her husband. “Darling, I’m going to head on home. I’ve had enough of this engagement.”

“I won’t be far behind. I’ve had almost enough myself.” Rotham took a step forward and kissed his wife.

Steven couldn’t help but watch- it was not a polite peck on the cheek, but a full mouth kiss, that included heavy tongue. It was almost pornographic. He finally glanced away, swallowing hard as the Duchess moaned in her throat. Apparently, Rotham had met his match.

“I see your wife has taken her leave.”

“Good evening, Countess.”

The Countess was as stunning as his wife, though on the other end of the spectrum. She was pale and light and blonde- the exact opposite of his exotic wife. They had carried on an affair for some time when they were young…they basically taught each other and learned the ways of lovemaking together. There would always be a bond between them.

“I’d love to spend some alone time with your wife, Roth. I think she and I should do some shopping.”

“Countess, you’ll not surprise her. She’s almost as experienced as you are.”

“Oh darling, I doubt it.” She waggled her fingers a him and whisked away in a swirl of ice blue.

Liza, the new duchess, dismissed her maid and undressed herself. She was angry. The duke barely paid attention to her at all tonight, and it was one of their first appearances together since the wedding. It was high unfashionable to dote on your spouse overmuch, but he only danced with her once. Once!

She walked to the sideboard and poured herself a glass of brandy. That would help her sleep, or so she hoped. Maxwell better not mess with her, because she would get him back.

Tongues were wagging not a month later that the Duchess of Rotham had taken a lover. Maxwell mostly ignored the idle gossip; he was home most nights and she was always more than willing for him to be in her bed. He dismissed the rumor with a derisive laugh and a shake of his head.

“My wife is not being unfaithful, gentlemen. I can assure you of that.”

Somewhere, deep inside his chest, he wasn’t too sure. She did seem to be acting different…but maybe she was just unsettled and trying to adapt to her new life. Liza had not been a virgin when he married her, and he didn’t care. She was like a mistress that didn’t have to be hidden, and if she ended up with child, that was fine.

“The Countess of Edmon is here to see you, your grace.”

“Show her in.” Liza looked up in surprise. The Countess was her husbands friend, not hers.

A few moments later, the woman entered the room. She really was stunning. Her fair hair and blue eyes lent her an innocence, but one look into those eyes made you realize she was more experienced than you. Today she wore a pink rose colored gown, and she looked lovely.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I thought perhaps you’d like to go shopping. I know a wonderful little store that I would love to show you.” The Countess sat down across from her.

“Do you think a friendship between us would be wise? Considering your history with my husband?” Liza set the book she had been reading aside.

“I think it would be very wise indeed. I can tell you all kinds of embarrassing stories from his childhood.”

After a moment of thought, Liza decided to take the plunge and go with her.

“May I call you by your first name?”

“Of course. I shall do the same to you.” The Countess, Rebecca, stated.

In the carriage, the women made idle small talk. It was unusual, because neither one typically did that. They were both strong, independent women that spoke their minds. Finally, Rebecca broke the chit chat.

“I will say…this store may surprise you.”

“In what way?”

“It’s a little…risqué.”

“Hmm.” Liza didn’t quite know what to make of that comment, so she waited in silence.

The coach stopped and the women got out, and Rebecca led the way to the door. It was a tiny shop, bursa sınırsız escort nestled in between larger specialty stores, and Liza was fairly certain she had never noticed it before. As they stepped through the doorway, the door jangled and announced their entrance.

Oddly enough, no one paid them any notice, and the customers kept their eyes away from the newcomers. Liza felt her brows furrow. How curious. Rebecca led the way to the back of the store, and pushed aside a curtain made of wooden beads. An entire different world lay behind them; glass trays holding an array of oils of all colors, undergarments that could only be described as indecent, and a glass case covered with a piece of fabric.

“Hello, Countess. Good day, your grace.”

Liza started as the man behind the counter greeted them. The fact he knew who she was concerned her…this didn’t seem to be a store with a normal reputation.

“Good afternoon, Cuthers. Might I see the collection?”

Rebecca moved forward and Liza followed behind uncomfortably. The man- Cuthers- whisked away the material and Liza gasped, hoping she wasn’t seeing what she thought she was seeing. The case held an array of items. Clamps, bells, clips, little metal balls, and things that looked very…phallic, of all shapes and sizes. Liza felt her face redden. Though she was no shrinking violet, she never dreamed this would be the result of their outing.

Gathering her skirts, she turned away and pushed back through the strands of beads. She tossed over her shoulder, “I’ll be in the carriage.” Liza’s face burned as she made her way outside, breathing only when she was settled into the luxurious squabs of the seat. How dare that…that…whore, take her to such a place! She was a duchess, not a common doxy! Liza seethed, waiting for Rebecca to reappear.

“Darling! Why did you run out like that? Whatever shall Cuthers think?”

“I don’t give a good godamn what he thinks. How dare you?” Liza’s eyes were narrowed to slits. She had worked herself into a fine temper.

Rebecca looked genuinely surprised as she climbed onto her seat.

“I apologize, Liza. I had heard how worldly you were…but apparently some has been exaggerated.”

“I doubt it. I have just never went to a store myself to pick from an array of…of…sex toys!”

“No, I don’t suppose you have. I’m sure Roth already has all he needs.”

“Leave my husband out of this. I did not appreciate this outing Rebecca, and it will not be repeated.”

“I understand. Again, I apologize.”

The women rode in silence back to Liza’s house. She was still fuming, but Rebecca was back to normal. If anything bothered her, it only lasted a moment. She was quick to put things out of her head. As the carriage rolled to a stop, Rebecca stood and sat beside Liza.

“I really am sorry. I didn’t think for one minute that you would be embarrassed. It was crass and unladylike of me, although we both know I’m no lady. You are though, even through your experience. I’m truly sorry, and I hope you forgive me.”

“Rebecca, I may have overreacted. I wasn’t prepared for that. Please, let’s forget it happened.”

“Thank you.”

Then the most curious thing happened. Rebecca’s gaze slid down to Liza’s lips, and Liza wet them, from sheer force of habit. Rebecca’s head moved forward, and her mouth settled against Liza’s. The touch was shocking; forbidden. Liza jolted and move back, but Rebecca’s lips stayed attached, and her tongue darted out. It teased and caressed until Liza forgot she should be offended, and she parted her lips farther. Their tongues met and mated, swirling against one another.

Rebecca was first to pull back. Liza swallowed hard, her eyes flying open.

“Hear me out. I’ve been with women. It’s lovely; sometimes even better than men. You get all the satisfaction without the hassle and the chance of pregnancy. I predict it will eventually catch on. I would like nothing more than for us to be lovers. Think about it.”

All Liza could do was stare in shocked silence.

That evening, Liza opted to stay home, pleading a headache. Maxwell went without her, and she sat in their room, replaying the events of the day. Rebecca’s idea had merit, but she hadn’t tired of Maxwell yet. However…tiring had nothing to do with this…it was forbidden, taboo, and highly appealing.

She glanced at the clock. Maxwell wouldn’t be home for hours…no. Absolutely not. Liza poured a glass of champagne and drank it quickly, then poured another. She went to her writing desk and sat down, quickly scribbling a message. Ringing for a servant, she thrust the note into the maid’s hand before she could change her mind.

Then she sat to wait.

The countess was talking with Roth when a footman handed her a note. She opened it absently, then her eyes widened.

“Something amiss, Countess?”

“Not at all, Roth. I just got a better offer.” She flashed him a grin and tucked the note quickly into her reticule.

“Anyone I know?”

“You might bursa üniversiteli escort be surprised.”

Rebecca had the hired hack drop her off a block from the Duke’s house. She made her way quickly on the darkened street, knowing it would still be hours before Roth would be home. Anticipation pounded through her veins, and each step she took sent a pleasurable throb between her legs. Going behind the house, she counted the windows and went through the one that she was instructed. She knew this house by heart, so she quietly made her way deftly up the stairs and down the hall.

The bedroom door was open, and as she neared she felt a thrill of desire shiver down her spine. The duchess was seated at her dressing table, gazing into the mirror. Rebecca shut the door behind her.

“I don’t know what this means, and I don’t know what I’m doing.” Liza didn’t turn, but looked at Rebecca through the mirror.

“Its fun and games, lovely. And you will figure out what you’re doing quickly.” Rebecca began to disrobe.

“Teach me.” Liza’s voice was little more than a whisper.

“Another headache, darling? You may need to see a doctor.” Maxwell leaned over the bed and placed a kiss on Liza’s forehead.

“I think its this nasty city air. Once we go to the country I bet they disappear.” Liza gave him a weak smile.

“Well, I’d feel better if you saw someone anyway. I’ll make arrangements. Get some rest.”

“Yes, darling.” She scooted deeper in the covers.

Maxwell took his leave, and minutes later she heard the carriage pulling away from the house.

The closet door opened slowly, and Rebecca appeared. She was nude, and her hand was between her legs.

“He’s very solicitous of you.”

“He loves me, I think, despite his intention not to.” Liza threw the blankets back and spread her legs. Her nightgown was hiked around her waist, and she wore no undergarments.

The women had been playing when Maxwell appeared home. He’d left some papers he wanted to give an associate. He wouldn’t have come up had a servant not mentioned Liza not feeling well. Luckily, Rebecca had hidden when they first heard the carriage.

“Sounds like Roth.” Rebecca climbed onto the bed, trailing her fingers along Liza’s thighs.

Liza purred in her throat, her hips lifting off the bed on their own accord. Their affair had been going on for a couple months, and the women found they couldn’t get enough of each other. Sometimes Rebecca would be sneaking out as Maxwell was coming home, and he would make love to Liza, while her pussy was still damp from Rebecca’s skilled mouth.

“What do you suppose he would do if he found out?” Liza wondered aloud, gasping as Rebecca’s lips seared a trail between her legs.

“He would be most curious I’m sure. He had a harem at one time, sweet. I’m sure his women touched each other.” Rebecca moaned as her tongue flickered out, lapping at the sweet folds.

“Oh, I never thought about that. Mmm, that feels divine.”

Rebecca climbed up and laid on her back. “It’s my turn. You had yours before your husband interrupted us.”

“I suppose that’s fair. But you owe me an extra one later.”

“Whatever for?”

“Because I love your mouth on me.” And Liza dipped her head, ready to please her lover.

“Something is going on with Liza. I just cant put my finger on it.” Maxwell was speaking to Steven Crowley as they played cards one evening.

“Do you suppose she is having an affair?”

“It’s occurred to me, but I really don’t think so. I am beginning to wonder if I need to do some snooping.”

“Hmm. That’s like eavesdropping, your grace. You’ll never hear or find anything good.”

“All the more reason to get to it then, good man. I think I’ve had enough for one night. I’m going to go home and bury myself in my wife and forget my troubles.” Maxwell stood with a grin. “Matrimony isn’t bad, Crowley. You should try it.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Crowley tossed back his scotch.

Maxwell alighted from his carriage and jogged up the steps. The butler swung the door open and he flashed the man a grin. He was in a good mood in spite of his reservations. And the thought of his wife made his blood run hot. He hardened, his flesh pressing against his pants a bit uncomfortably. But only a few more moments until he would be in his bedchamber and able to take them off.

Taking the last few stairs, he made his way down the dark hall, and heard a giggle.

“Liza?”

Maxwell didn’t realize he’d spoken aloud until he heard a faint voice, his wife’s voice, whisper. “Go!” He charged into the bedroom, finding Liza in bed, her eyes wide, naked but for the sheet clutched at her breast.

“Where is he? Dammit, tell me! I swear to God I’ll tear him to shreds!” Maxwell’s eyes fairly bulged from his sockets.

“There’s no one! Maxwell, calm down, I-“

“I heard you tell him to go, Liza. Don’t lie to me. Where. Is. He.”

“I-I didn’t, I-“

Maxwell bursa anal yapan escort tore through the house, shouting and yelling, bringing out every servant, questioning them and bullying them. The search proved futile. It only enraged him more. A short time later, he was back in his bedchamber. Liza had gotten out of bed and put on a dressing gown.

“Who is he?”

“There is no man.” Liza swallowed hard.

“I don’t believe you. And I never knew you to be a lying bitch. Now tell me!”

Liza remained silent, flinching from his angry eyes. She didn’t figure he would be as mad if he knew it was the Countess, but still, in face of his anger, Liza was loathe to tell him anything.

Maxwell heaved a sigh and stomped towards her. Liza yelped and flinched away from him, but he grabbed her arm and held her in place. His hand whipped out and he gathered her skirts, hiking them up her legs, while Liza tried to shove them back down.

“If there was no one, you wouldn’t be trying to keep my hand away from you!” He practically roared in her face.

“I don’t like feeling like I’m about to be raped, your grace! Now unhand me!” Liza was angry now, and did her best to sound haughty. The truth was, she was scared to death as well.

“Don’t play games with me, miss.” The lack of respecting her with her title was not lost on Liza.

She yelped again as Maxwell’s hand shifted between her legs, even though she was clamping her thighs together. He shoved his fingers between her folds, and there was no hiding it. She was wet, and the delicate skin was swollen and sensitive. They both froze at the same moment, and she watched as his eye widened.

“Tell me, darling. Do I come home and fuck you, after someone else already has?”

Liza’s eyes closed. She couldn’t bear to face him, and couldn’t stand the rage and hurt in his eyes.

“How many times? How many times do I come home and fuck you, and you’ve got another man’s seed inside you? How do you know you’re not with child?”

“I’m not with child. It’s impossible.”

Maxwell jerked his hand from between her legs, wiping the moisture on his pants.

“Let’s have a look-see, shall we? Do you use protection?”

“No. Maxwell, it’s not what you think-“

He moved so fast she didn’t see it coming. He grasped her throat and pushed her against the wall.

“So help me god, if you bear another man’s child, I’ll send you to America without a shilling, and hope they never find you. I am a Duke. You are a Duchess. But you won’t be if there is a child inside you, do you understand me?” Maxwell’s voice was low, his hand was loose, but Liza had no doubt he could snap her neck.

All she could do was nod. He released her abruptly and turned, digging through her drawers, tossing things to the side. He dumped entire drawers upside down, spilling it’s contents. A velvet pouch made a thump, and she watched his eyes narrow as he bent to pick it up. Liza closed her eyes again and sank on the edge of the bed.

He loosened the drawstring and dumped the contents. It was a glass dildo. He turned slowly, his eyes on the toy. Liza swallowed. It was significantly smaller than he was, but Liza and Rebecca both found enjoyment from it.

“What is this, my dear?”

“You know what it is. Listen, Maxwell-“

He came towards her, and shoved her roughly onto her back. Liza’s feet were still on the floor, and he grabbed one of her legs and lifted it, opening her to him.

“Do you use this?”

“Sometimes, but Maxwe-“

“Isn’t he man enough for you?” He pressed the cool glass against her engorged flesh.

Liza couldn’t help it. She moaned. Maxwell spread her leg father to the side, sliding the tip of the dildo along her slit. Liza bit her lip, but there was something erotic in his anger; in the focus of his face. They had never used anything to…enhance their love life. They didn’t need to. But this…this was making Liza want to writhe on the bed.

Maxwell slipped the tip to her opening, letting the first inch or so penetrate her, and Liza gasped, trying to keep her hips from rocking. The intensity on his face was fascinating, and she rocked her hips upward without realizing it was happening.

He moved his hand deftly, working the glass in and out of her slowly. Liza was dripping wet, accepting the violation easily. That fact wasn’t lost on her husband.

“One more time, lovely. Who is he?”

Liza’s head tossed back and forth on the bed. “There isn’t-” She screamed as Maxwell plunged the dildo inside of her until he barely had enough space to hold onto it with his fingertips.

“Look at me, and tell me the truth. Who is he? The one who isn’t man enough for you.” Maxwell jiggled the glass and Liza whimpered, shuddering as she climaxed.

Liza wasn’t sure who was more surprised that she came. Maxwell’s face wore a look of disbelief, and Liza scooted away from him and the toy, gasping as it slipped free of her body.

He looked up at her, his expression fierce. Liza took a deep breath.

“The Countess.”

“What of her? Does she know him?”

“No. There is no him. It’s the Countess.” Liza scooted until her back hit the headboard. She leaned against it, suddenly ashamed of herself and the affair, and ashamed that her husband had been punishing her. What made it worse was that she’d enjoyed the punishment to completion.

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When it came to sports, Seraphine gave it everything. That’s why she needed to wind down. And where better, she thought, than in the hands of a handsome young masseur at the Rackets Club?

Only this time, it was different. As Seraphine stretched out on her back, still soaked in her short black skirt and white T-shirt and wiggling her toes to get comfortable, she saw the masseur enter the room and caught her breath. Not only was it a woman but it was one of the most gorgeous women she had ever seen! So tall – perhaps 6 foot 1, with a dark brown complexion, bee-sting lips and twinkling greenish eyes that smiled and promised… well, Seraphine was not sure. “Hi I’m Sandy,” the girl said. “I’m afraid Terry couldn’t make it, but will I do?”

Seraphine was speechless for a moment. She was pretty heterosexual on the whole, with maybe one or two crushes and ‘incidents’ along the way. The last had been last summer – she’d been on holiday when the hotel nurse (a pretty Spanish girl with shy eyes and breasts that seemed, in Seraphine’s eyes, somehow desperate to escape from her satin blouse) had treated Seraphine for a jelly-fish sting. Whether by accident or design, the gentle hand that spread ointment on her belly had strayed a little… Seraphine had even let the young nurse put her hand inside Seraphine’s jeans and tight black panties – before being overcome with embarrassment and pulling away. She’d often thought about the incident later. What they might have done together, where she might have kissed the nurse…

Anyway, back in reality, the masseur had asked a question – will I do? – and Seraphine felt it was only polite to answer with a smile: “You will do nicely!”

“I am rather new to massage, I’m afraid,” Sandy continued. “But if you tell me what you like, we should get along fine.”

She walked over to the massage table and Seraphine noticed the sheen of her long dark thighs under the short white dress.

“Where shall we start? Perhaps at the feet?”

Seraphine nodded. It was actually hard to speak without betraying a kind of dryness of throat and huskiness of voice – signs that Sandy might have interpreted as arousal. That would never do!

“You have beautiful feet! But of course you do!” Sandy said. “The rest of you is absolutely gorgeous, so why should feet be the exception!” Seraphine was blushing now. She liked the way Sandy talked. Seraphine had not been feeling very confident lately, but yes it was true that she was attractive – she was happy with her thick short dark hair, her high cheekbones. A friend had told her she had an expression that could look cross but quickly turned into sultry. Seraphine knew too that she had an athlete’s body – her thighs in particular were very strong and very long. She certainly worked at her figure.

“I might have taken you for a sprinter,” Sandy said. “Only maybe you’re bust is a bit big!”

Wow, that was quite personal – but kind of sexy! bursa escort Seraphine’s mind began to wander. What would it be like, she thought, if Sandy were permitted to explore under her T-shirt. Seraphine was starting to feel a kind of warmth under her short skirt and a stirring. The sensation was heightened when Seraphine felt the black girl’s hands moving across her knees and up to her thighs.

“So tell me,” Seraphine said, feeling bolder as her heart sped faster. “Do you ever get turned on when you’re giving a massage?”

Sandy gave an inquisitive look that Seraphine could not quite interpret.

“I mean, you must come across some pretty attractive guys and… well, some pretty attractive people.”

“You could say that,” Sandy smiled, still not giving much away. “I normally try to keep it pretty professional.”

Well that sounded a bit uninteresting, but there was a glimmer of something alluring. “Normally?” Seraphine asked, glancing at the masseur’s cleavage as the black girl leaned forward to touch the upper reaches of Seraphine’s thighs. Her delicate fingers were just at the hem of Seraphine’s pleated skirt.

“Well, yes, I don’t want to cause a stir or put anyone’s back out,” Sandy said. “And I am feeling my way in the job!”

Seraphine gave a little laugh, but she wasn’t sure if the double-meaning had been intended.

“There was one lady,” Sandy continued, “who somehow got me going.”

“What was she like?” Seraphine asked excitedly.

“Oh she was very posh. Butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, if you know what I mean! Looked like a countess or something, bit of an Italian accent I’d say. I don’t know exactly why, but there was some kind of chemistry there!”

“Really!” Seraphine was gripped by this story. Was it her imagination or were Sandy’s hands beginning to creep under the hem of her skirt?

“So what happened?,” Seraphine asked, breathlessly.

“Well, I don’t think I should say too much. Customer confidentiality and all that. But let’s just say that she wasn’t the only one who got some therapeutic massage that day!”

Seraphine laughed out loud, and Sandy chimed in with a joyful giggle.

“I understand,” said Seraphine. “But did she say anything or do anything that really got you going, I mean just tell me that!”

“Well she definitely paid me some compliments. That’s always nice. But no not really, I guess she was just sort of my type – proud face, dreamy eyes. You know you remind me of her a bit!”

Seraphine was happy to hear that. She smiled: “I might almost imagine you were flirting with me!” Sandy smiled back – a radiant unreserved smile. Seraphine was almost sure that those hands were moving higher now. The tension was getting to her, and the warmth down there had changed – she had to admit it – to a kind of hunger, a kind of longing.

“Can I ask your name,” Seraphine said.

“It’s Sandy.”

“Hi, I’m Seraphine… Do you mind escort bursa if I tell you something, Sandy.”

“Go ahead.”

“Well, don’t take this wrong, but you really are gorgeous!”

Sandy smiled, and Seraphine added quickly.

“I mean objectively speaking… if you like that sort of thing.”

Sandy raised an eyebrow and looked at the older woman as if to say: “You phoney! Just tell it like it is!”

“Well you know,” Seraphine continued. “I’m not into women, but somehow…”

“Somehow what?” The hands were DEFINITELY higher now, grazing the edge of Seraphine’s panties, and the older woman knew she was getting really wet down there.

“Somehow your face and the way you carry yourself, your touch, your scent… I don’t know, somehow I… do I have to say it?”

“I think I get your drift, honey.” Sandy smiled, stood up, and calmly moved her hand to the zip at the front of her short white dress. Slowly, she started to push it lower, lower, slipping her shoulders free and revealing a bright white brazier pushed tight by firm breasts that were neither small nor large.

Seraphine thought she was going to come right there. She fixed her eyes on the zip as it continued its downward path, down across the black girl’s belly. And soon Sandy was stepping free from the dress, revealing tight white panties cut like shorts. As Sandy bent over to pick up her dress, Seraphine gave a little gasp. The black girl’s bum was so adorable – fit, muscular and surprisingly large, packed tight into those white panties. Seraphine felt a little orgasm rush across her stomach – wow, that was a first with a woman, and Sandy was not even touching her!

Sandy was looking intensely at her client now. Had she noticed the mini-orgasm? “I noticed you watching me undress,” Sandy said. “Do you like what you see?”

“Well, yes,” Seraphine stumbled “You’re pretty… you’re pretty gorgeous.”

“Well, thank you, kind lady! I told you I liked compliments. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that I reward compliments”

“Reward?”

“Well, listen. You know that tight black skirt you’re wearing? What do you say we lose it. I think the massage could be way more relaxing without it, way more rewarding. Don’t you honey?”

“I’m game”

“Well, that’s the best news I’ve had all day.”

Sandy strode confidently to the massage table, slipped free the fastener at the side of Seraphine’s skirt, and unzipped it quickly, pulling it over the older woman’s thighs before her client could even think to protest. Far from protesting, though, there was plenty of cooperation from Seraphine. Sandy noticed with relish that her client had quickly raised her hips to help ease the skirt to the floor.

“Do you know how sexy you look in those black panties?”

Seraphine was not sure how to answer that question. She said, a little weakly: “Er, how sexy?”

“Well, put it this way honey. I am getting wetter than a rainy bursa escort bayan Sunday looking at you!”

Seraphine laughed, enjoying this (new) release of tension: “I’m not too confident in my body right now.”

“Are you kidding me?” Sandy was smiling broadly. “I bet you have queues of guys wanting to get to know you. And I’ll bet you make some of the girls waver a little too!”

“Are you wavering?”

“Honey, I’m not wavering. I’m drowning! I’m in so deep I’m gonna get the bends when I come to the surface!”

Seraphine definitely enjoyed the way her masseur talked. The smart lines and confidence-boosting was a heady combination. And then there was that body, glistening with sweat now, moving to kneel astride her, lithe like a dancer, quicksilver in its movements.

Seraphine could hardly wait any more. She was staring at Sandy’s lips now, open and a little moist, and wondering what it would be like to kiss them, to feel them on her stomach, or even a little lower. She could feel herself getting very wet now.

“Turn over!” Sandy was commanding her now, and Seraphine quickly swivelled onto her stomach. In a flash, she felt two eager hands pulling on either side of her black panties, tugging them eagerly free, even a little roughly. And then again before Seraphine could react, she felt her hips being pulled high into the air, and that sweet hungry sexy face pushing into her pussy, licking, sucking, probing, tonguing. Oh fuck, that felt good! Seraphine, now groaning loudly, was ready to explode and lifted her hips still higher. Sandy turned to face the ceiling and passed her head between Seraphine’s legs so that she could gorge herself more comfortably on that sweet juice. Every now and then she glanced up at Seraphine, who was still in her white T-shirt – with those bright green eyes expressing her passion and devotion to her client’s pleasure. The sight of those beautiful eyes made Seraphine come instantly and she gripped the black girl’s head tight between her thighs, savouring the soft tongue lapping at the rainforest down there.

Desperate now to return the favour, Seraphine swivelled round so she was facing Sandy’s feet and began kissing the black girl’s knees and thighs.

“I want to taste you too, to make you come!” Seraphine moved her lips against the white satin shine of Sandy’s panties, pushing hard with her neck muscles, rubbing rhythmically up and down. Soon those panties too were lying on the floor and Seraphine was giving as good has she had gotten, lost in her own desire, unrestrained, unselfish and completely self-centred, totally alive and disappearing too, taking each groan and scream of delight as her own, drinking but still thirsty, eating but still hungry. And when she heard the ecstatic moan of her lover’s orgasm, she was instantly orgasmic herself – a deep raw rush of warmth that flooded her whole body and left her spent, motionless and utterly relaxed.

**

The two women had just got dressed in silence, no tension and no desire. “Next time you come,” the masseur said, “Just ask for Sandy.”

“I could write it down,” she continued, “but I think you’ll remember it.”

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Dezzy had no idea what had become of her other than possible nymphomania mixed with a sanguine freedom from her existence up until now. She was finally done with high school and had very little money, direction, or desire to do anything but fuck, or more specifically, get fucked. Her immaculate little pussy (she knew it was immaculate, she had seen enough porn to know what guys thought was a pretty pussy) hadn’t stopped tingling since she first imagined hooking up with the sexy lady at the pool. Destiny was a spitting image of Megan Fox, Dez’s girl crush ever since she was young. She still thought it may very well be her using an alias.

She knew she herself was also a stunner, she couldn’t go anywhere without getting gawked at, even by herself in her grandma’s full length mirror. When Destiny finally put her hands on and in her at the pool, her heart started beating so hard she thought she was going to feint. She had the sensation of wanting to be nothing but this gorgeous woman’s fuck doll, to exist to give her pleasure, to resign to her purpose as a sex object. She had never felt that way for a boy.

“So, doll, anything? You said?”

“Yes ma’am. I mean, I don’t… umm…”

Her heart started working overtime once again. God, this was her chance, how ever shall she proceed?

“Absolutely anything you want, ma’am, your wish is my command, I’m here for your pleasure and you’re pleasure only” Dez retorted with a smile.

She caught the cute smile, curt yet giddy, not well hidden, joy mixed with excitement, exposed butterflies.

“When your done eating, I want you to bursa escort bayan present your pristine little ass to me, on that hassock over there. You are being decidedly naughty and I’m going to molest you ’till you’re senseless.”

Dezzy literally dropped her fork. Accidentally, but took advantage of the moment to stand up, like she had been hypnotized. She sauntered toward the hassock with her dress pulled up to her waist, and bent over it, legs spread. She was gushing already again and could feel it.

“You have the nicest ass I think I’ve ever seen, little girl. Prop it up higher for me.”

Dezzy arched her back and swallowed, shut her eyes and whined. Destiny was taking full control, it was excruciatingly perfect, exactly what she had wished for from the moment she got naked in front of her before she even knew her name. How did she know she was craving for her butt to be used? The thumbing she had received at the pool felt a lot better than anticipated, what all was going to happen now?

She felt her hands run up the back of her bare thighs, spread her ass, then was startled by a tongue. It was just short of ticklish, but sensational. Des firmly gripped the girls round tan cheeks, spreading them gently, and mouthed her little asshole like it was dessert. She licked it a few times then penetrated her with her tongue. She felt her drool a large string of saliva onto her before a hand rubbed the crack of her ass. She spanked her, not a cheek but right on the prize. “Be right back, don’t move.”

After a few minutes in suspense, oil. She thought a faint bursa bayan escort hint of vegetable or canola. Her butt was being massaged with it, with more and more emphasis on the hole as the wonderful seconds slipped by. “Just relax, little girl.”

She felt a single digit enter her, possibly a pinkie. Then what she imagined to be a middle finger. ‘Fuck you’ she thought, and smiled to herself. She made soft moans of pleasure and acceptance as the finger slid in and out, followed by two.

“Feel good?”

“Mmm hmmm.”

Dezzy slowly began rocking slightly forward and back while getting anally fucked, and it felt wonderful, with the slippery oil both on the fingers and being rubbed all over her bum with the other hand.

“Here, suck on this for me for a minute, pretend it’s a cock, I wanna watch how you do it.”

Destiny handed her a fairly well hung cucumber, thankfully smooth, not one of those spiney garden ones. As she started to blow the veggie, she started moaning like she liked to do when she had sucked cock. She made sure she had drooled all over it before reaching behind herself with it and maneuvering it toward her hungry hole. Des took it from her and told her to relax again. As she started to penetrate her ripe ass with it slowly, she also began rubbing her soaking and engorged flower, lightly, almost tickling it.

“Oh my, feels so…”

Destiny twisted and plunged, twisted and plunged, while rubbing the young woman’s whole oily pubis and occasionally fingering it. She bit her supple ass cheek at one point, bursa merkez escort startling a delighted Dezzie enough to elicit a yelp.

“Oh my god, your driving me wild! Bite me again!”

The ravenous blonde rapidly, rabidly flipped over, laying on her back on the hassock with her legs open and head dangling upside down. She ripped her dress up to expose her belly and tits and just let it cover her head.

‘Hmm, ok!”

Des slipped both oiled hands under her ass and lifted her bud to her mouth, and bit down on her outer lip.

Dezzie said “again, harder, in the middle”.

“Slap it. Keep fucking my ass!”

“Say please.”

“Please, Destiny, hurt me!”

The older woman clamped her teeth down on the girls swollen pussy and held it firmly, and slipped three fingers into her slippery asshole.

“I’M GONNA COME!”

Dezzy also had no clue where this pain kink was coming from, only that it was exhilarating and thrilling. She felt safe with Des and free to explore. She had never opened up like this with the boys she had been with, perhaps with an older man she would have. She could tell being dominant was new to Destiny as well, she seemed very mild mannered outside of the bedroom. Except for maybe on a public pool deck sometimes.

“Get back on your stomach Destiny”.

She rolled onto her stomach and automatically reached behind her and spread her little ass open. Des spit on her then slowly pushed and twisted her whole hand into her asshole, while pouring more oil on the top of her crack and coating her hand with it. She twisted and pushed until it slid in.

*Oh my god.”

Dezzy bucked a little and started to make squeaky sobbing sounds, like she was trying to lift something heavy.

“Fuck me!”

Des fucked her ass with her slim hand, telling her she was a good girl and that this was her reward for being so beautiful.

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