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Dear erotica lover,

For your reference, Jess and Nick have been cyber lovers for over three years but they’ve never met and have only exchanged a few pictures during that time.

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Ah humans, what a strange species we are. Over quite a relatively short time-span we’ve developed automobiles, aircrafts, life saving vaccinations, computers, and have even put man on the Moon. However, all this technology is useless when we’re pitted against extreme temperature changes.Chuckling at my musings, I wipe the sweat from my brow for the umpteenth time and marvel at the fact that just a short while ago I was bundled up for a bitterly cold winter and now here I am, wearing a sundress and melting on the sidewalk.

Taking a break from my amateur spy game, I luckily found a shaded restaurant patio and have been absently fanning myself with the menu as I gaze at the beautiful scenery. The adventurer in me would love nothing more than to tour the sites and soak up all the diverse culture but I came here on a mission and am determined to accomplish my goal.Yeah, that’s it Jessica, give yourself that pep talk, you need it, you insufferable procrastinator.

Peering behind my shades, I adjust my big sun hat and smile. Behaving like a spy gives me a cheap thrill but the fact of the matter is that this disguise is pointless. I could walk right up to him, happily chirp ‘Hi!’, then grab his ears and kiss him soundly and he’d still have absolutely no idea who I was.

‘Nicholas Montgomery Benton…’ the name rolls easily off my tongue as the people at nearby tables eye me strangely.Yeah so I talk to myself people, deal with it. Anyway, that poor boy still doesn’t realize the mistake he made by giving me his full name. He’s been arousing me both mentally and physically for such a long time and when he mentioned his name, it was like being zapped by a live wire. Well, not really but you get the idea. Before I could talk myself out of this shenanigan, I asked him a few casual questions, did some investigating on the Internet…ah the Internet, what a wonderful thing… and promptly booked a flight to Australia.

So, I’ve been tracking him for about a week now; discretely watching him go to university, watching him occasionally go out with his friends, and watching him go home to his apartment, thankfully alone. My body may burn when I think of being with him but there’s no way I’d go through with this debacle if he had a girlfriend. I consider him a friend so the last thing I’d ever want to do is try to steal him away from another woman, that would be just plain insane.Yeah and traveling across the world to stalk a man isn’t insane? Chuckling, I shake my head, eliciting a few more strange looks from the people nearby.

The stalking, er, the surveillance has proven one thing: he’s quite the social butterfly and rarely seems to be alone. This has been frustrating me to no end because I’ve been beginning to wonder if I’d ever get the opportunity to pounce on him, um, I mean meet him, yeah that’s it.

Again, I’m jolted out of my musings as I spot him leaving the gym he’s been in for the past hour. Quickly rising, I cause my chair to overturn and grumble in exasperation. Righting it, I throw a few bills down on the table and turn to see that everyone is staring at me.Damn busybodies! ‘Hope you all enjoyed the show’ I say cheerfully and with a wave, quickly leave the restaurant.

I follow him to his apartment and spend the next four hours sitting in my stinking hot car, watching to see if he’ll go out or if anyone will drop by to visit him. Lucky for me he remains alone. He must be tired tonight because around 9pm, all his lights turn off except for one.Yes! Finally!

There’s no need to rush as I head back to my hotel. Soaking in a bubble bath, I feel all the sweat wash off my body and I sigh in pleasure. About an hour and a half later I zip a sleeveless short baby blue dress on over my sexy lingerie and slide into baby blue three-inch high heels… a gal needs to look her best when planning a seduction. I like this dress because it’s airy and has nice big pockets to hold all my goodies. Besides, it’s too bloody hot to wear the requisite spy trench coat.

Heading back to his place, I park the car, get out and stand there, gazing up at his third floor apartment and that’s when it hits me… how the hell am I going to sneak into a locked apartment? Becoming agitated, I pace back and forth and then decide to circle around to the back, hoping that inspiration will strike. It doesn’t but Lady Luck sure comes to my rescue. My eyes track the fire escape ladder that leads up, past his balcony and I emit a little joyful laugh as I spot his partially opened balcony door.Tsk, tsk Nick, you really should lock your doors, you never know when a crazy person might just wander into your apartment.

Chuckling, I jump up and pull down the fire escape ladder, and then I grab a nearby garbage can so that I can reach the lowest rung. It’s times like these when Pendik Escort I hate being short.Yeah right Jessica, so you use the fire escape often to climb up to unsuspecting male’s apartments? Teetering in my heels, I manage to grab hold of the ladder and climb up to his balcony.

With my right foot perched on the balcony ledge, I place my left foot down but it suddenly slips and I fall off. Crying out, I manage to grab hold of the railing in the nick of time but my legs swing wildly as I frantically try to hold on. The only reason why I haven’t hit the hard cement below with a huge SPLAT thus far is because my arms are strong, from the frequent workouts at the gym. Boy am I ever thankful that I forced myself to continue with the exercise regime; all that torture finally paid off. With the adrenaline pumping in my frantic veins, I swing my right leg up and hook it into the railing, then proceed to the arduous task of pulling myself up.

It’s the longest minute of my life as, with a huge sigh of relief, I finally climb over his railing and kneel on the balcony, waiting for the weakness to pass and my heartbeat to slow down.Why the hell did I wear these heels? Geez, it’s not like I’d keep them on when the fun started; he’d never even see the bloody shoes! Grumbling to myself, I stand up, making sure that my legs are steady, and then promptly slide through the open door. Standing just inside, I glance curiously around but can barely see anything because it’s so dark. That’s when I notice the sliver of light coming through the bottom of a door.

Smiling, I move toward the light and trip over something on the floor, careening into a side table. After the loud thump I made and equally loud cry of surprise, I stand frozen, positive that he’ll come running out to investigate what the sounds were. An eon passes…well, it feels that way… as I remain immobile, with my heartbeat thumping loudly in the silence; but he doesn’t come out. Releasing my pent-up breath with a loud ‘whoosh’, I quickly step out of my shoes and carefully pad barefoot across the room.Goddamn heels! They’ve been nothing but a nuisance!

Quietly I turn the doorknob and begin to push open the door, desperately hoping that it won’t squeak and betray my presence.Whew, It didn’t. Stepping into the room, I almost laugh joyfully as I see that Lady Luck is working in my favour again; I’ve found Nick in his bedroom and he’s alone. I watch him sleeping peacefully for a moment then finally put an end to my stalking.

A soft smile touches my lips as I approach the bed and gaze down at him. A book is folded on his bare chest; carefully picking it up I glance at the title, “The Hobbit”, and chuckle. Setting it on the nightstand, I begin to survey him from head to toe and feel stirrings of arousal. He’s only wearing silky looking dark green boxers on that body, and oh what a body. He’s not bulky or meaty, just long and sleek, mmm, how sexy. Tearing my gaze away from his body, I continue my perusal. His sheets are crumpled at the foot of the bed, as if he got too hot in his sleep and kicked them away.

My hand hovers over his handsome face but I don’t dare touch him just yet, I still have some work to do. Delving into my large right pocket, I pull out two silk scarves and lay them on the bed. Glancing at the headboard for the first time, I shake my head in amusement.Oooh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Lady Luck! How convenient that his headboard is slatted, quite convenient indeed, I must say.

Picking up one of the scarves, I move around to the side of the bed and gingerly lift his arm, expertly tying his right wrist to the corner slat. Then I walk around to the other side of the bed, grab the remaining scarf, and tie his left wrist to the other corner slat. He shifts in his sleep but doesn’t awaken. Stepping back, I admire my handiwork. I practiced for quite a while on those knots so I know that his binds will hold. The only way he’ll be able to get free is if he breaks the bed.

Again my eyes travel over his body but just looking isn’t enough any longer. Extending my index finger, I lightly trail it over his face, down his throat, across each nipple, all along his chest, and then pause as I reach the elastic waistband of his boxers. He looks so enticing in those silky boxers with the soft material clinging lovingly to his bulge. My finger lightly trails along his length and it’s all I can do to fight the urge to just grab him and be done with it.Poor Nick, he’s barely moved through my caresses, which means that he must be dead tired.

I really should let him get his sleep but I travelled all this way and have no intention of stopping now. Shrugging indifferently, I slowly slide my index finger along the waist of his boxers, then, unconcerned about waking him now, I grab the top of his boxers and yank them down his legs and off.Oh my, what a beautiful penis.

With a jolt, he awakens and stares up at me in bewilderment. As his foggy mind slowly clears and Kurtköy Escort it registers that his arms are tied over his head and he’s naked, the confusion in his eyes turns to fear.Poor guy, he has no idea who I am or what I’m going to do to him, I’d be scared too if I was in his position. Oooh, tied up, helpless, and at Nick’s mercy, now that thought is so arousing.

‘What the hell are you doing!? How did you get in here!? Who the hell are you!?’ His bellowing snaps me out of my wayward thoughts and patiently I watch him tugging on his arms, trying to get free. God, the more he squirms, the more aroused I get as I watch his flaccid penis bouncing from his movements.Mmm, you won’t be soft for long.

Noticing where I’m staring, he panics, probably hating that he’s so helpless, and growls ‘Untie me you bitch!’

‘Not yet and watch your language, young man’ are the first words he hears me say. I pull something out of my left pocket and his eyes widen when he sees that it’s tiny red panties. Opening his mouth to no doubt yell something else at me, I promptly stuff the panties in his mouth, making an effective gag. ‘Stop yelling, Nick, you’re distracting me.’

Stepping back, I slowly unzip my dress and it drops to the floor. His eyes flare a bit when he sees that I’m wearing a tight red teddy that is fastened with clasps along my pussy and is so low cut that it can barely contain my large breasts. The material looks lacy and partially see-through but it definitely isn’t lace since the blasted thing itches.

Slowly, I trace the edge of the teddy, my finger sliding over the curve of my breast, dipping in between, then over my other breast. Then bending forward, I slide my hands over my right calve up to my firm thigh, brushing over my mound, along my hips, then up to cup my breasts. Squeezing them, my hands can barely cover my large orbs as I purr ‘Like what you see?’

I glance into Nick’s slightly glazed eyes then down to his hardening cock and smile. I can see that he’s fighting his attraction, especially since his eyes periodically clench shut, as if to block out the sight of my curves, but it’s a losing battle, his body is taking control of his mind. Climbing onto the bed, I straddle his lap, placing my covered crotch against his naked cock and feel it harden even further. ‘So Nicky-poo, it looks like you DO like red, after all.’

I see his eyes darken with disbelief then the expression quickly changes from surprise to incredulity, hmm, and not to mention a tiny bit of relief.No, I’m not a crazy bitch Nick, well I am but I won’t hurt you. ‘What is it Nick, did my Canadian accent give me away?’ He thrashes beneath me and yells something through the gag but there’s no way that I can understand him.

‘Quiet down, Nick, I’m not removing the gag so shut up.’ My smile shows him that I’m not being malevolent. Placing my hands on his stomach, I slide my pussy along his length and smile further when I hear his grunt. ‘Mmm, like that Nick? The material is certainly soft, but not as soft as this.’ With those words, I lift up slightly and rip open the clasps of my teddy then sink back down and spread my labia so that as I resume sliding along his now incredibly hard cock, my hairless nether lips wrap around him. ‘Oh Nick, that feels so good’ I moan. The friction against my pussy and the occasional brushing against my clit are almost unbearable.

The rasping feels so wonderful as I keep sliding against him and he’s straining against his binds as I grind harder and faster, producing a delicious tingle throughout my body. I’m surprised at how quickly I’m approaching the point of no return but this is quite an erotic experience and I have wanted him for a very long time.

Suddenly stopping, I lift off his cock, shiny from our mutual arousal, and position his knob against my entrance. ‘I want you inside me when I climax’ I purr and then sink blissfully down. However, I have to pause after only taking about half of him because my pussy isn’t stretching quickly enough. ‘Oh fuck Nick, you’re so thick’ I gasp as my whole body trembles in awareness. Biting my lip, I let the slightly painful wave ease then begin to bounce minutely, stretching myself around his girth.

My small movements work and I feel the slight burning as he slides deeper into me. However, not being a very patient person, the delay is wearing on me so I suddenly lunge down hard and scream as I impale myself completely onto his cock. Shaking from the pleasure and pain, our gazes meet with the same expression: lust and shock.

My internal muscles clamp around him as I lift up slowly, until just his tip is embedded in me; then I plunge down, crying out from the resulting sensation. Too aroused to prolong this delight, I begin to ride him; my tempo quickly increasing as I grunt and whimper every time I slam down.

Meanwhile, Nick is sweating and squirming, the strain starting to tell on him. He suddenly bucks up incredibly hard, surprising the hell out of Maltepe Escort me as he thrusts into my womb. I let loose a loud wail as I arch my head back and clench my eyes shut, feeling an almost brutal wave of pleasure attack me. Lost in my delirium, I reach up to squeeze my encased breasts and my painfully hard grip only adds to my pleasure.

Continuing to ride him, my gasps and his grunts are loud but they have no chance of drowning out the slurping sounds of my aroused cunt. Glancing down, I watch his shiny cock disappear and reappear for a moment then slide my lustful gaze up to his face. His expression makes my breath catch; Nick’s eyes are wild and his entire body is taut as he tries to yank at the binds that are refusing to loosen.

He glares at me, most likely angry at his inability to take what he wants, and with another strong thrust, bashes so deeply inside me that it abruptly becomes too much. Shrieking, I ride him wildly, slamming down over and over as my orgasm begins to explode inside me. My head falls forward as I scream and my nails unconsciously dig into his chest as I thrash over him. In my frenzy, I don’t hear his loud grunting or notice his wild bucking.

As my spasms slowly subside from a relatively brief climax, I sink down weakly and cling to his chest. Trembling slightly, I lie against him, resting my head against his chest until it begins to dawn on me that his heartbeat is thundering under my ear. Glancing up, I see his wild expression and quickly deduce that I stopped before he had a chance to cum.

Softly, I lick and kiss his throat then slide my lips up to nibble on his earlobe. I slide my breasts against his chest, tormenting him a bit and smile when I hear his helpless grunt. I didn’t think that I’d want him again so soon after my orgasm but when his shaft flexes and moves inside me, my cunt eagerly clasps around him.Mmm, I do love feeling him stuffed inside me.

With the resurgence of my arousal, I sit up and whimper as his hard cock rubs against my sensitive tissues. ‘Mmm, Nicky-poo, you’re lucky that I want you again, otherwise I wouldn’t have allowed you to cum’ I tease good-naturedly. Squeezing my muscles around his hard length produces a shiver of pleasure and I slowly begin to rotate my hips, grinding against his pubic bone. ‘Don’t worry handsome, you’ll be VERY satisfied by the time I’m through with you.’ The poor guy can only stare helplessly back at me, a man wild with lust and on the edge.

‘Nick, bend your legs at the knees and plant your feet flat against the bed.’ As he heeds my command, I gasp at the resulting sensation of his cock shifting inside me and pressing against the front wall of my pussy. Leaning back against his thighs, I plant my feet flat against his shoulders and reach back to grip his legs for balance. ‘OK sexy, masturbate yourself inside my tight pussy. Fuck up into me and spill your seed, I want you to give it all to me.’

No sooner have I said those words than he’s bucking up hard. At first, he’s thrusting with long and deep strokes that cause my body to jolt in reaction, but then his rhythm changes and becomes more frenzied. Pistoning his length inside me, he repeatedly jabs me sharply with his rampant flesh and I helplessly stare at him as I’m bounced and shifted on his lap.

Powerless against the onslaught and enjoying it immensely, I want to prolong the inevitable but the choice is taken away from me as he keeps rubbing against a particularly sensitive spot. Wildly I begin to bounce on top of him, trying to bear under the sharp lash of sensation but it’s a losing battle. My spasms increase in intensity as he repeatedly slams into me, pumping harder and faster as he works towards his own climax. Then he suddenly bucks up hard, roaring through his gag as his cock jerks inside my convulsing pussy, releasing stream after stream of creamy cum.

We grind hard against each other; unable to control what’s happening to us but the fever does eventually end. His legs sink down and I find myself slumping forward and falling onto his chest, so spent from the wild loving. This time, it’s a much longer recovery and when our breathing has resumed back to normal, I slide off him to curl against his side; smiling at the soft plopping sound his cock makes when he slips out of me. His eyes are closed but he’s grinning contently as I softly caress his cheek then smooth back his hair.

Perhaps we dozed off because when I rouse, the sweat has dried on our bodies. Lifting up onto my elbow, I scan the length of his body and inexplicably feel the stirrings of lust again.Wow, I always figured that I was insatiable but this is getting ridiculous; it must be because I’m in the Prime of my life. Chuckling, I softly trail a finger down his body and when I reach his soft penis, I bend down to whisper in his ear ‘You make me so hungry, Nick. You’ve often professed that you have a lot of stamina because you’re so young so I’m going to hold you to your word.’ I see his surprise as I slink down his body, knowing that giving him a blowjob will allow me the perfect opportunity to recuperate a bit more, but that’s not the only reason. I’ve fantasized about holding him in my mouth, feeling his texture and have definitely wondered what he tasted like.

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I’m one of the many children of the Dale family, who own the Dale farm – well obviously. I’ve got six siblings, but that doesn’t really matter. We’ve all grown up and moved out, some of us come help during the harvest season, but the house is far from the crowded place I grew up in.

This year, after breaking up with my third long time-ish girlfriend, at 28 years old, I decided to stay home after our harvest and work for our neighbour and life-long best mate Marks farm for his picking season. You know, just to regain perspective in life and mostly to stay away from everyone who was in a happy relationship and ‘so sorry for me’.

Mark and I had grown up completely inseparable, he was just a few months older than me and it always rather felt that he was more of my twin than my actual twin Johanna. I really missed him when I moved to the city and he stayed back, but we did meet up every possible chance we had.

My familys farm, like every farm in the area, mostly relied on travelers for workforce, as the modern Australians don’t consider crop picking a desirable job. That only meant a good variety of people passing through our lives and, currently my favourite, a line of single young girls looking for their Australian lover story to write friends home about. But that was really like scratching a mozzie bite – just making it itch more.

Mark had put me on a Swedish girls team, Katarina or Kate was her name and she’d been there the last year as well – having lived together with Mark just like this time. I had met her a two or three times briefly when I was visiting Mark last year, but in short she didn’t give a single damn of my existence and didn’t even try to be polite about it. But mostly she was almost always out somewhere, doing something.

Even though I first thought Mark finally had found himself a woman, then he wasn’t hesitant at all to tell me that that was absolutely not the question with them. That she was just an easy person to live with and he appreciated some company, plus apparently she was an amazing cook.

Few locals had nudged me, whispering I got lucky being placed to work with her. As it turned out I had – the other teams lead by an Australian and a German were apparently no fun to work in. Kate on the other hand was fun and cheerful, playing music on her speaker (it was 2008, portable speakers were a rarity) and joking around all day.

As she said on the first day, she doesn’t give a single fuck what and how we do, as long as we reach the daily norm. And she didn’t. Some folks who picked fast, took way longer breaks than they should have, some folks were like tied to each other chatting the day away and we still exceeded norms. And her attitude…

I think the best thing I have ever seen in my life was on the day a girl from a backpacker hostel was supposed to start work with us. “The little whore”, as Kate called her, showed up in a singlet and shorts, shorts so short that you could see her butt cheeks, and no hat, saying she wanted to tan. Kates face was amazing, she looked at her like she was an alien. She told her that for her tester day, so to say, she doesn’t have to do anything, she can just hang around the quad all day and if she feels ok after that day, she’s hired.

The girl was so happy, ecstatic even. After three hours under the harsh sun the girl was lobster red and had gotten a sunstroke. Kate took her back to the shed and coming back she vented for hours on the topic what’s wrong with this whore generations of girls. No manners, no self esteem, no respect for themselves or others and so on. She really hated them from deep down her heart.

Kate on the other hand, minus her cheerful personality, was the most hard working and serious woman I have met. I hadn’t thought much of her when I first met her, only that she had a stunning smile and a blunt attitude, but damn…

Everything about her was what I had considered ‘not my type’. I had thought of her as a fairly İstanbul Escort large girl with short hair, who stood like a security guard, and her voice like she’d be in the military.

Over some time I learned that her passion was hospitality, she had learned psychology on some level and that she used to be a boxer – well that explained her body. It was like she’d been the exact opposite from my secretary, hairdresser and administrator ex-girlfriends.

She gained my interest by just being… so different. She said once, be as you want people to be to you. Be a great worker for your boss, be a good friend to your friends and never forget what it’s like to work ‘lesser jobs’.

She’d bring towels soaked in ice water to us in the paddock (for non-Australians, it’s bloody 40 degrees out here), sneak a beer to everyone on fridays an hour before finishing and well like said, she really didn’t care what we did as long as the job was done.

For my disappointment, she was impossible to approach or maybe I just didn’t know how to. Even though she lived with Mark, she was never around when I went over. And she made the team go out every friday to build better relationships, but there she was always as a team leader, never as an individual. And the team leaders would always finish after the crew.

Lunch time felt like the only time I could get to her, but it always felt like I’m talking to my supervisor, not the person herself. I even once tried to ask her to a barbecue, to what she simply replied that she’s too vegetarian for that. After that I felt like I’d been squashed like a bug.

…

There is a creek just between Marks and our property. I hadn’t been there since I was a teen, but on one extraordinary hot saturday, when stepping out of the shower after some work around the house and drying myself – I couldn’t tell if I was horrible at drying myself or was already covered in a new layer of sweat and decided to head for a cooling dip.

I drove my ute to the far end of our property and saw one of Marks quads on the other side. Walking to the waterline, I realised it’s not Mark, who was having his afternoon dip, but Kate.

She was in the water all nude. My dick was hard even before my brain had made the conclusion that she was nude. Damn. That was something I’d only expect to happen in porn and definitely not in my own backyard.

Spotting me she covered her breasts saying “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting any company. No one ever comes here.” But she didn’t look a tiny bit diasturbed nor uncomfortable, even had a smile on her face. Yes, it definitely started to look like porn.

“No need to apologise, no one ever does come here.” I noted, trying to smoothen our fortunate encounter. She looked amazing in the clear water. She was much more fit than I had thought, being well built and curvy.

“How about you try and pretend I’m not naked and I’ll pretend you don’t have your dick climbing out of your pants.” she smirked scanning over my body.

Shit, I had been so focused on her, that I hadn’t even tried to hide my boner. I felt my face burn and muttered “Sorry about that.”

“No need to apologise.” she said, swimming to a rock in the middle of the creek and climbing to sit on it. She looked absolutely stunning – water running down her body, her breasts perky and that smile… I had underestimated her sexyness by a longshot. “Come on give me a show too, strip and get in.” she laughed.

I realised I’d been standing there like an idiot staring at her and furthermore, did she just ask me to strip-strip? As I was already in my swimmies. She laughed harder seeing my confusion and encouraged me “Yes, come on, even out the playground.”

Well, the situation couldn’t get any more embarrassing anyway and really hoped things really were going in my desired direction, so without further ado, I pulled down my pants and she didn’t even try to hide the fact that she was staring at my hard Anadolu Yakası Escort dick, making me feel way too exposed.

I quickly jumped in the water trying to hide my discomfort. Surfacing, I looked at her, her pussy was exactly in my line of sight. She grinned as she flipped to her belly facing me, leaning on her elbows, hands under her chin, with her breasts hanging oh so beautifully, she asked “So how did you get here? It’s all private properties around.”

“Yeah, that one is my familys.” I said pointing my head to that side.

“Ah, I see, a Dale, I guess you’ve never been around when we’ve been there.” Whoa, she’d been to my house?

“You come here often?” I ask realising this is the first time I was actually talking to her.

“Almost every day.” She said, leaving me surprised, for all that time, all I had to do was to come for a dip.

“So, how’s living with Mark? I mean living with a single man and all.” I wondered as she’s the only girl I’ve ever seen around him. He had inherited the farm from his parents after they died too early and is running it alone now. I’d often wondered if that’s the reason he hasn’t dated much.

“Worried about my sex life are we?” she giggled, teasing me.

Damn, she loved to get straight to it, how to wiggle out of that one? “More about his.” I tried to steer the conversation away and in an attempt to look less intimidated, I swam to the rock and faced her.

She looked at me with a charming look and stroked my chin with her fingers, murmuring softly “Well, he really should get out there. I mean we sometimes help each other out, but that’s really not that.” she said so innocently that it was mesmerizing and slided back in the water as I concluded that this was just like porn in my head again.

“My turn to probe you, what’s your biggest turn on?” she asked me. Was this really happening?

“Uhm, currently it seems that a naked woman swimming in a creek” I joked looking down at my dick. She giggled out loud and I used the opportunity to ask “Yours?”

She looked at me with lusty eyes shaking her head “There’s quite a list, but most recent one would be – men fucking men.” she said so casually that just the tone stunned me, not to even talk about what she had said. “But in general, seeing people orgasm without holding back – not worried about reactions or whatever.” she added as she casually browsed my body.

I floated there in silence trying to recap the situation. I was in a creek, naked, with a woman I’ve tried to approach for a while, who was naked, and we were talking about sex, it seemed surreal.

“You ever had sex with a man?” she asked me.

“No, no I haven’t.” I answered, sounding more surprised than intended.

“Would you? I mean like just to try it out, or are you just completely against it?”

“Ummm, I’m not really attracted to men and haven’t really pondered on that matter.” Plus like, why? Why would I?

“Hmm, think about it, will you? Anyways, your turn.”

“Umm…Have you ever been with a woman?” I asked hesitantly, trying not to sound like any other man with lesbian fantasies.

She laughed loud and hard “Oh you blue eyed boy. Ok, ok, fair enough, I keep on forgetting that you don’t know me. So, I’m bisexual, I like having all sorts of sex, male couples being the latest hobby and only thing I hate is this whore generation of girls. They’ve really made respectful sex a rarity.”

I laughed at the last statement, which somewhat sadly described my recent endovedours and swam to the rock, leaning my hands and head on it and decided to try my luck. “Any chance you’d be attracted to me?”

She swam to the other side of the rock, leaning her hands and head opposite me, less than a metre between us. “Oh, I’m attracted to you” she said in a way as if it would have been completely obvious. She looked me deep in the eye, making me quite a bit uncomfortable, and caressed my jaw asking “What Kartal Escort about it?”

Oh fuck, this WAS happening. Uh damn, I looked away not knowing how to answer that one, all the possible answers seemed wrong. “Uhm, I find you interesting and well… wanted to know, if you’d be interested in me as well.”

“Yes, we’ve established that and I asked what about it?” she asked, trailing her fingers over my forearms, making my eyes follow her moves.

“Well, I-I don’t know, try-try it out?” I stammered uncomfortably, making her laugh hard.

“You’re so cute… I am moving away after the season – alone.”

“I see…” Was that a no? Well it really wasn’t a no, was it?

Swimming over to my side, she murmured “If that’s fine by you-” and slid her hands on my chest from behind, making my body tingle “-then I’m more than happy to try it out – as you say.” she cooed, moving her hands down my body, onto my hip joints, making me crave for her. Oh fuck, that woman knew how to touch a man…

“Well, is it?” she prompted.

“Yeah… yeah it is.” I stammered noticing myself almost panting. Jesus, the last month without sex must have done a number on me.

She slid her right hand on my hard dick clutching it “You’re so cute when your dick doesn’t let you think” she whispered in my ear and kissed my neck and began to stroke my dick. Ahh fuck… Kate is fucking jerking me off in the creek.

She caressed my balls with the other hand and to my surprise I was already moaning under her skillful touch. Hell, honestly no one had really jerked me off before besides myself.

She talked as she stroked me “All I ask from you is respectful behaviour… keep this out of work… and to just consider fucking Mark with me.” Wait what? Her english usually didn’t hint that she wouldn’t be that good in grammar, but surely she didn’t mean it like that. I imagine that I must have looked quite bewildered as she next said “Just consider it.”

She kissed my neck again, making me whimper as she skillfully massaged my balls, stroking and twisting my dick, I already felt getting close.

Fuck, she really was like porn next to all of my previous sexual encounters that would have even made a christian proud I assume – minus the variety of partners though.

“Good boy, now come for me” she murmured, stroking me harder and I began to pant. She turned my face towards her and kissed me so passionately, like she’d lusted for me as long as I had for her – the kiss sending an electric current through me, making me moan in her mouth.

“Come” she ordered between the kisses and I almost immediately complied, finding support from the rock to stand. I groaned loud tossing my head back, savouring that amazing tingle spreading over my body and spurt my semen underwater.

She untangled herself from me and swam back to the other side of the rock.

Regaining my posture and recapping the unbelievable situation, I looked at her – her chin rested on her palms, smiling sweet “Holding back on me, are we?” she poked at me.

“Sorry, I…” I muttered not even knowing what to say. Fuck, had she just jerked me off? In a creek?

“Shh, is your house always full of people?”

“My folks are always home, but we live at different ends of the house.”

“If you’re willing to risk it, I’m quite loud in bed. Very loud, if you’re any good.” she smirked, “But I guess Mark wouldn’t mind me having company either.” she added in.

Hmm… rather not have sex with her in Marks house, I think… “Uhm, want to come over tonight?” I asked, wondering how our new found dynamic should work.

“When?”

“Ten-ish?”

“Your folks better be sleeping.”

“They will be.”

“Got rum?”

“Rum? Yeah.”

“Perfect, tonight boy.” She said pushing away from the rock, sliding to her end of the creek.

“Tonight.” I confirmed watching her get out of the water, damn she looked hot, she dried herself and pulled a dress on. She smiled back at me, sitting sideways on the quad and drove off.

Oh fuck… that was some day. I stood still there for a while. No woman had actually finished a handjob on me and she did it in a breeze. Kate jerked me off and she was coming over. Oh fuck, that was some day.

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The Story of Miranda

by Vitorio ©

General introduction:

I have been posting stories on Literotica for almost 20 years. A few years ago I withdrew quite a lot with the intent of trying to publish them for gain. I did a couple of long stories, one from here and one original piece, together with a short story. Unfortunately I have not found neither the time nor the inclination to continue so I thought I would re-submit them for this site. More stories will follow as soon as I can prepare them.

Thank you,

Vitorio.

Hi,

This was the first story I posted on Literotica. I’m not sure exactly what date but early 2000’s seems about right. It is the first of four stories about the same Guy. I will warn readers that this is a ‘slow’ story with a long build-up. Previous readers of my work will know that I like to develop my characters (mostly anyway) and give them reasons to act as they do. This is by no means a quick read!

I do have a caveat. This story contains the description of anal sex. Anal sex that is loving, gentle, and consensual — as it should be. There is also a fair bit of reference to the act prior to the actual description. If you find the act of anal sex offensive then I suggest that you either do not read the story or stop when you see it coming!

Vitorio

Chapter 1 – The first meeting:

I’ve been surfing the Internet for several years now, shopping, travel, all the usual things, but most of the time I look for porn. A widower then and living alone, I found some release in looking at the wonderful women you can find on line. I’ve never hooked up with anyone in this way, I suppose that since loosing Kate I don’t really have the courage but one particular aspect of porn on the web has always intrigued me. These are the MILF sites.

There are several, all purporting to approach older women cold on the streets and convince them to come back to a hotel room, house, or something similar, and screw. Sometimes even as far as anal sex, usually portrayed as ‘their first anal’. This last always interests me more than most because I am a devout ‘arse’ man, loving the female derriere above all else.

Now, of course, I realise that some of the women they ‘meet’ are already quite well known in the adult industry: Vicky Vette comes to mind immediately (well often really — she is bloody gorgeous). So, obviously, many of the ‘meetings’ are set up. I don’t mind that really, much of sex is in the mind anyway and the situation can have a tremendous effect on the enjoyment, so I still enjoy the scenes.

But, and it is a big but, are any of the meetings real? Is it really possible to approach a mature woman, probably married with kids, completely cold and end up shagging her in every possible way: and on film? Are there any women out there who would do that, particularly in England where I live? I decided, after much contemplation, that the only way I could find out was to try it myself. I would either get my face slapped, strike it lucky, or waste a lot of time, and time I had plenty.

I’m semi-retired you see, in my early fifties, not to bad looking and fairly fit. I’m also lucky, I have plenty of money and a big house all to myself. A big house with lots of good memories.

I decided I would be a ‘photographer’ photographing mature women for general pictures in catalogues to add some glamour. I’d say that I photographed dresses, shoes, and some lingerie, and that I paid by the hour. I honestly didn’t think that “Hello, fancy a fuck?” would actually work in the streets of an English shopping centre so I had to have some sort of routine. I didn’t think it would be possible, either, to find a woman who would drop everything on her first Şişli escort bayan visit so I thought that it would be a long term operation. I suspected that, even if some of the ‘pick-ups’ on the MILF sites were real, they were much more drawn out than portrayed on screen.

I set one of my spare bedrooms, one that had an en-suite, as a photographic studio. Lights, cameras, boards, all the sorts of things one would expect because I would take photos of the women — if I was lucky enough to get one to play ball! I turned the en-suite into a private dressing room, keeping the shower and toilet. One wall of the bedroom was wardrobe in which I would keep the things for each (would there be more than one?) lady to wear. I would ask them to bring certain things as well. I thought that would make it seem more genuine.

So, all prepared with special cards I’d printed, I ventured into a town centre a few miles away. My plan was to just stand and look until I saw a likely lady. I didn’t expect that I’d find someone who looked like Sophia Loren but I was concerned that they be reasonably attractive and, because I worship the female arse, had to have a good one! My target age group was between 35 and 45 although it is difficult nowadays to accurately judge a woman’s age so I wasn’t to bothered if they fell outside that.

I also decided that she would have to be on her own when I approached. It didn’t matter if she had kids but I couldn’t see how I could talk to her properly while she worried about them if they were with her.

So, on a Saturday morning, I took up my spot and waited. I must say that this is a pleasant pastime. I never cease to be amazed at the variety of beautiful women of all ages who grace our streets. I spotted several likely prospects and approached two. Got a brusque rebuff with the first and a “No thanks” from the second after I went through my spiel. Sometime after that, as I was beginning to think I was on a fool’s errand, I spotted another likely candidate. She seemed about 35. About 5’8″ tall with long blonde hair. Although she was wearing a coat she seemed to have a nice figure and a nice face, not beautiful but pretty and her walk was sexy. I thought that there might be something slightly foreign about her. She didn’t seem to be in a hurry and that was important as she would probably have time to speak to me.

I turned after her as she entered a shop and waited outside. As she came out I took a deep breath, gathered my courage, and approached her. I said, with my biggest smile, “Hi, I wonder if I could steal a moment of your time?”

Well, surprisingly enough most people are quite willing to give a little time, so she turned, smiled shyly back and said, “OK, but not too long. What’s it about?”

I smiled back, trying to sooth her, “Well,” I said, “I don’t want you to buy anything and I don’t want your opinion, I just want to tell you what I do.”

“OK,” she said, easier now.

“OK,” I said taking a card from my clipboard and moving us out of the main stream of shoppers. “This is my card. Mike Prentiss. I’m a photographer. I photograph older women for catalogues, magazines, some internet sites. Mainly dresses, shoes, and occasionally, lingerie.” I smiled at her again, appraising her with my eyes, “I’m always on the look out for,” I stopped to think then smiled at her, “how can I say this? More mature women who still retain their allure. No 18 year old skinnies,” I joked.

She looked at me and smiled, “And I’m ‘more mature’?” she said.

“Oh dear, that didn’t come out right did it?” I replied knowing, of course, that it wouldn’t. “I’ll try again,” I said with a laugh. “I’m looking for an attractive woman who won’t see 30 again.” I bent forward and said, conspirationally, “You certainly are attractive and, while I don’t want Escort Sultangazi to be insulting, I suspect you’ve passed 25!”

She laughed, “You certainly have the gift of the gab,” she said. “No, I won’t see 25 again, that’s for sure.” I knew she was interested, however, because she was engaging in repartee with me. At least I was at base one. Perhaps it was possible?

“OK,” I said pressing on. “This is what I do. I provide most of the clothes, shoes, etc., and I take the photos and sell them on to the users. They like new faces all the time and they like amateurs.” I smiled, “Amateurs are more natural I find and seem to enjoy it more. I might ask a model to bring a few things of her own but generally I’ll provide everything.” Now she looked doubtful. Perhaps I was pushing too hard. Time to back off.

“Look,” I said, “you’ve got my card. I work on weekdays, during the day so, if you’re married hubby doesn’t need to know if you don’t want him to, and I pay quite well. I can also work around school times if necessary.”

This raised her interest. “How much?” she asked.

Great, perhaps I’d got her now. I’d thought for a long time about how much to pay. I didn’t know how much models were paid for modelling but I felt that, in the case of my experiment, I shouldn’t offer to much. That might get them thinking there was more to it. I could offer more later for different shots but, at the start, I thought, keep it reasonable. “I pay £75 per hour plus expenses and, if I sell the photo sets, 25% of everything I earn from them. Sometimes that can be quite a lot depending on the photos themselves and the buyer.”

I could see her mulling this over in her head so, time to withdraw, not seem too eager.

“Well,” I said, “thanks for your time . . . errr . . .,” I looked at her, eyebrows raised.

“Oh, Miranda,” she said.

“Hi Miranda,” I smiled at her, “thanks for your time. Take my card away and think about it. I’m in most days so you’re sure to reach me.”

She looked up and smiled. She had nice eyes. I like nice eyes. They were brown so she might not be a natural blonde. Perhaps I’d find out!

“OK,” she said, “bye.” So saying she picked up her bag and off she went.

I stepped back out of the flow. Well, that didn’t go too badly, I thought. She’s got my card, she seemed slightly interested. I might get lucky. I had determined that, if I got someone to take my card I’d leave it at that. Not try anyone else for a week or two. I could only wanted to cope with one woman at a time so now I had a coffee and sauntered off home. I wasn’t sure how I felt. At least she’d spoken to me and she’d given me her name so I thought it might work. I must admit to some excitement as well — my very own MILF!

Chapter 2 – The first Photo session

The next few days went quite slowly and every time the phone rang my heart bumped just a bit faster. Nothing happened, however, until the following Saturday. It was a miserable day so I didn’t bother to go out. I was pottering about in the studio when the phone rang.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” said a female voice.

“Hello,” I said. A question in my voice.

“Hello,” she said, “is that Mike Prentiss?”

“Speaking,” I said, “is that Miranda?” I was guessing but, if it was her, she might be impressed that I remembered her name.

“Yes, it is,” she said, “Hi.”

“Hello Miranda. What can I do for you?” I said heart in my mouth.

“I was wondering if we could meet for a coffee in the town. You could tell me some more about your photography. I might be interested.”

My heart was pumping now but I had to sound calm. “Sure,” I said, “where and when?”

“How about Costa Coffee in about half an hour?”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll Taksim escort see you there. Bye.”

“Bye,” she said and I almost whooped for joy. I was getting to stage two — she was interested. Still a long way to go but, boy, was this exciting. I was living my own personal MILF hunt!

Hopping in the car, I was in the café in twenty minutes. She was there. I assumed she used a mobile from the café.

I walked across to her table, “Can I get you another?”

“Mmm, yes please,” she said, “cappuccino.”

Arriving back with the coffees, I sat opposite her. She seemed to have more make-up on than I remembered, her hair was different, and, although wrapped up against the rainy weather, she did have something about her.

“I was thinking,” she said, “I could use a bit of extra money. How much work would there be?”

“I don’t really know at the start,” I said, “but the minimum would be 3 or 4 days, say 20 hours or so. That’s what I’d need to put together your portfolio.” I could see her totting this up, it was £1500 after all and not to be sneezed at.

“What would I have to do?” she asked.

“Basically you just wear the clothes and I photograph you. I’ll get you to pose in different attitudes but that’s all there is to it.”

“That seems OK. What do I do now?”

“Well,” I said, “I need your dress and shoe size then I can make sure I’ve got the right gear for you. Perhaps you could bring some jeans, nice and tight preferably,” I added in passing, “and, if you’ve got some, a pair of high heels. They are more difficult to get without the appropriate foot,” I ended laughing.

“OK,” she said. “Do I have a proper changing room?” she asked, again looking directly at me.

I smiled, “Off course, with a shower and make-up facilities. I’m sure you want to look your best.”

She smiled, “Mmm, yes if you’re going to take photos of me.” She took a deep breath. “OK,” she said, “I’ll do it.” She looked at me shyly, “I’ve never been to another man’s house on my own before. This is new to me.”

I smiled softly and said, with as much sincerity as I could manage, “You have nothing to worry about. Everything will be above board and everything will be done with your agreement. OK?” Well, it would wouldn’t it. There was no way I wanted to fuck her if she didn’t agree. I don’t think she realised the full import of what I said, just that she had to agree, so she seemed happy.

“When are you available?” I asked.

“How about Monday morning, say 10 o’clock?”

“Sounds fine. Look, I’ll need your size,” I laughed, “I’m not very good at guessing.”

She laughed back and told me. “Shall I pick you up?” I asked.

She seemed nervous, “No, errr, yes but not from home. I’ll meet you outside M. courting, ‘chatting up’. Much more exciting! So the old sperm injector was reacting as you would expect and that was the last thing I wanted her to notice, certainly not now. It was in my plans that she’d notice later but it was too early now so I wore very tight underpants and kept my mind clean.

“What sort of things will I wear?” she asked tentatively.

I smiled, “We’ll go upstairs in a while and you can see. One wall of the studio is a wardrobe and all the clothes are in there. I’ve got a few I’d like you to wear but you can choose some others if you want.” I looked at her approvingly, “You may feel more attractive in some more than others.” I had the clothes segregated, as it were. Dresses, from full evening to loose summer, in one compartment together with shoes and some very sexy boots. A few more daring outfits in the next together with normal underwear and swimsuits and, in the last compartment, lingerie from the reasonably tame to the downright erotic. My idea was to let her see them and for her to raise the issue of wearing them and possibly being photographed. I intended to raise the hourly rate as she wore more daring things until finally, I hoped anyway, I could get her to pose naked and then do some ‘glamour’ shots. After that; well I could dream couldn’t I?

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Kabarmış muhteşem amcık karşımdaydı, onu yalamak oracıkta sularını içmek için deli oluyordum.Serapta parmağını yavaş yavaş dudakların arasında kaydırıyordu.Amacı belliydi beni çıldırtıp patlatmak istiyordu.Onun gözünün içine baka baka ikimle oynamaya başladım.Kimsenin fark etmeyeceği bir pozisyon alıp sikimin başını mayodan çıkardım.Serap karşımda çaktırmadan vücudunu okşuyor, dudaklarını ısırıyor, adeta diliyle sikimin başını okşuyordu.Daha fazla dayanmadım ve fışkıra fışkıra boşaldım.Serap güzel bir gülümsemeyle karışık, göz kırpıp güneşlenmek için yattı, yatınca güneşte kabarık amcığının ne kadar ıslak olduğu anlaşılıyordu.Vıcık vıcıktı ve eminim sikilmek için can atıyordu.Ben temizlenmek ve sakinleşmek için denize girdim.Biraz yüzdükten sonra duş alıp yemek için hazırlanmak üzere odama gidiyordum, yanından geçerken Serapla bakıştık, gülümsedik ve yine o tatlı bakışıyla göz kırptı.Duş alıp hazırlandım, ama Serap bir türlü aklımdan çıkmıyordu.Acaba tekrar görüşebilecek miydim, ve işin kötüsü yarın son günümdü.Açık büfeden hafif bir şeyler seçip boş bir masaya oturdum, tam başlamıştım ki, tatlı bir ses ?Bizde size katılabilir miyiz?? diye sordu.Bakışlarımı kaldırınca Serap ve Mert?le göz göze geldim.içim heyecanla dolmuştu ve ?Tabi buyurun? diyerek masaya davet ettim.Kısacık bir tanışmadan sonra yemek yiyerek sohbet etmeye başladık.Sohbete yemekten sonra barda devam ettik, içkiler bittikçe sohbetimiz daha samimi olmaya başlıyordu.Sohbet sekse gelmişti ki, Serap birden ?Bugün yaşadıklarımızı Mert?e anlattım konuyu biliyor, onu da çok heyecanlandırdı? dediği anda kızardığımı hissettim.Konu detaylanınca Mert?in biseksüel olduğunu öğrendim.Serap heyecanlı heyecanlı beni nasıl uyardığını, o sırada kendisinin de nasıl uyarıldığını anlatıyor adeta aynı anı yeniden yaşıyordu.İri sikimi öyle arzuyla anlatıyordu ki, Mert?inde heyecanlandığını hissediyordum.Mert sohbete odalarında devam etmemizi önerdi, son içkilerimizi de elimize alıp odalarına çıktık.Serap hemen geleceğini söyleyip içeriye gitti, ben de Mert?e bir erkekle ilişkiye giremeyeceğimi bu konuda ısrarcı olmamasını istedim.Kibarca uyarmıştım.Serap içeriden üzerinde süper seksi bir kıyafetle geldi, tiril tiril incecik mini bir kıyafet.İkimize de sarılıp ateşli birer öpücük verdi.Dudaklarımızı tutuşturdu sanki alev alev yanıyordu, beni öperken eliyle ince keten pantolonumdan kolayca belli olan sikimi avuçlayıp okşadı.Kulağıma ?Bunu hemen istiyorum… doya doya bütün gece sik beni… doğru düzgün sikilmeyi çok özledim? dedi.Mertle ikimiz Serabı aramıza alıp öpe öpe soymaya başladık.Dudaklarımız, Serabın yumuşacık teninde dolaşıyordu, Serap kendini zevkin rüzgarına bırakmış, bizi öpüyor okşuyordu.Aşağıya kaydı, pantolonlarımızı indirdiğinde neden sikilmeye susamış olduğunu anladım, Mert?in siki kısa ve normalden inceydi.Serap sırayla bizi ağzına alıyor doya doya emiyordu.Benim ki ağzın zor sığıyordu, Mert sikimi görünce dayanamadı ve eline aldı, Serap ucunu ancak ağzına sokuyor, kenarlarını yalıyordu.Zevkle inlemeye başlamıştım.Birden Mert?in de eğilip Serap?la birlikte sikimi yaladığını gördüm ama itiraz edip havayı bozmak içimden gelmedi.İkisi de iştahla kocaman sikimi yalıyor, taşaklarımı öpüyor, emiyorlardı.Dayanamadım ve ikisinin birden ağzına fışkırmaya başladım.Doyasıya yalıyorlardı.Bir damlamı boşa harcamadan hepsini yaladılar. Serap zevkten kudurmuştu, onu sırtüstü yatırıp vücudunu okşamaya, öpmeye başladık, ellerimiz, dudaklarımız ve dillerimiz onun kadife teninde dolaşıyor, her noktasını öpüyor, yalıyorduk.Göğüs uçları fındık gibi sertleşmiş ve çıkmıştı, emiyor, küçük küçük ısırıyordum,Zevkle altımızda kıvranıyordu, inliyor, küçük çığlıklar atıyordu.Dilimi yavaşça kabarmış amcık dudaklarına götürdüm, tertemizdi, yaladıkça ıslanıyor açılıyordu.Aynı anda Serapta Mert?in sikini emiyordu, Parmaklarımı onun zevk sularıyla ıslatıp yavaşça içine soktum, zevkle kasıldı, hem klitorisi emiyor, hemde parmaklarımla amının içini okşayıp G noktasına dokunuyordum, dokundukça vücudu kasılıyordu, bu kasılmalar sırasında kim bilir kaçıncı orgazmı yaşıyordu.Kendinden geçmiş, zevkle Mert?in sikini yutarcasına ağzına sokup emiyordu.Orgazmlarını amının kasılmalarından hissediyordumO sırada Mert?in yine sikimle oynamaya başladığını hissettim, bakışlarımız çakıştı ben gülümseyince büyük bir iştahla o da sikimi ağzına aldı ve emmeye, yalamaya başladı.Artık üçümüz karışmış, zevk denizinde yüzüyorduk.Serap zevkten kısılmış sesiyle, ?Sikin artık beni doyurun, yalvarırım sikin beni yarraklarınızı istiyorum….? diye inliyordu.Ben yere sırtüstü uzandım, Serap kocasının emerek sertleştirdiği koca yarağımı eline alıp okşadıktan sonra yavaş yavaş üzerine oturdu.Vıcık vıcık olmuş amcığı sikimi alırken zorlanıyordu.Köküne kadar oturdu, içini tamamen doldurmuştu.Ağır ağır oturup kalkmaya başladı Mert o koca yarağın karısına girip çıkmasını zevkle seyrediyordu.Serap daha birkaç kez sokup çıkarmıştı ki, sarsıla sarsıla boşaldı, zevkten gözlerinden yaş geliyordu.Sikim onun kasılmalarını hissedince daha çok kabarmış sertleşmişti.Serap adeta üzerimde dans ediyordu, kalçalarını çeviriyor, sokup çıkarıyor, götünü taşaklarıma kadar bastırıyordu.Ben ellerlimle götünün yanaklarını ayırmış alttan pompalıyordum.Serap zevkten çıldırmıştı.Mert sikini Serabın ağzına vermiş, benim karısın doya doya becermemi seyrediyordu. Arada sırada da ?Siki onu, siki parçala amını görsün nasıl sikişilir…? diye inliyordu.Ben alttan sikerken parmağımla da Serabın zevkten kabarmış göt deliğini okşamaya başlamıştım, okşadıkça açılıyor kabarıyordu.Sonunda parmağımı sonuna kadar götüne soktum.Serap kudurdu.Bunu gören Mert sertleşmiş sikini Serabın ağzından çıkarıp arkasına geçti.Serabı üzerime doğru domaltıp, benim koca sikim amındayken, sikini am sularıyla ıslatıp Serabın açılmış göt deliğine soktu.Serap küçük bir çığlık atıp dudaklarını ısırdı.Şimdi ben alttan amını, Mert?te arkadan götünü sikiyorduk, Serap bu arada kasıla kasıla boşalıyor, orgazmlar serisi yaşıyordu.Aynı anda ben Göğüs uçlarını emiyor, ısırıyordum.Çılgınlar gibi sevişiyor, Serabı doyasıya sikiyorduk.Serap artık zevkten neredeyse bayılacaktı.Mert?le taşaklarımız bir birine deyiyordu.Arık bizim de dayanacak gücümüz kalmadı ve kendimizi aynı anda bıraktık.Mert götünü bende amını dolduruyordum.Yere yığılıp kaldık.Serap kendinden geçmiş, açılmış am ve göt deliklerinden döllerimiz akıyordu.Bir müddet öylece yattık.Müthiş bir zevk yaşamıştık.Mert gülümseyerek yanıma geldi ve az önce karısının amından çıkardığım sikimi okşamaya ve kalan son damlaları emerek yalamaya başladı.Ona itiraz edecek gücüm bile almamıştı.Kendimi bırakmıştım.Mert boşalıp küçükmüş sikimi iştahla emiyor, taşaklarımı okşuyordu.Çok geçmeden sikim yeniden hareketlendi.Serap yarı baygın yatıyordu, göt ve am deliği hala açıktı ve vıcık vıcıktı.Mert kulağıma eğildi ve ?Bu azgını götünden de sikmeni onu iyice doyurmanı istiyorum… lütfen bağırta bağırta sik onun o güzel götünü…? dedi.Bu arada sikim iyice kendine gelmişti işin doğrusu Mert bu işi iyi biliyordu.Ama Serabı doyuramadığı kesindi.Serabı okşayarak domalttım, Mert karısının götünü okşayarak ayırdı, göt deliği çok güzel kabarmış ve açılmıştı, ama yinede benim sikim için daracıktı.Serap ne olacağını anlayınca itiraz edecek oldu ama gücü kalmamıştı ve kendini bıraktı.Mert sikimi tutup okşadıktan sonra ucunu göt deliğine dayadı, ben yavaşça bastırıyordum, ucu ağır ağır gömülüyordu.Serap inlemeye başlamıştı.Ben biraz hızlı yüklenince küçük bir çığlık attı, koca sik köküne kadar gömüldü.Alışması için yavaş hareket ediyordum.Mert alta geçti ve Serabın amını, klitorisini yalamaya başladı.Serap yeniden zevkle inlemeye, kıvranmaya başlamıştı.Bende tempomu arttırıp taşaklarımı vurdura vurdura bu tatlı götü sikiyordum.Mert 69 pozisyonunda Serabı yalıyor, Serapta onu ağzına almış emiyordu.Yine üçümüz kaynaşmış Serabı uçuruyorduk.Serabın götü sımsıkı yarağımı kavrıyor, beni zevkle inletiyordu.Parmaklarım zevkten kalçalarına kitlenmiş sıkıyor, okşuyordum, arada o enfes kalçalara küçük küçük tokatlar atıyordum, bu Serabı daha çok kudurtuyordu.Serap yeniden kasılmış ve boşalmaya başlamıştı, kasılmalarını götünde çok daha fazla hissediyordum, bende içinde bıraktım ve ılık ılık o tatlı göte boşaldım, o anda Mert?te Serabın ağzına boşalmıştı.Sikimi yavaşça çıkardım, göt deliği kocaman açılmış, az önce boşalttığım döller akıyordu.Artık tamamen tükenmiştik.Herkes kendin bıraktı, öylece kaldık uzun bir müddet.Ben ve Mert sırayla duşa girip kendimizi toparladık, en son ve en zor Serap kendini toparlayıp duşa girdi ve yanımıza geldi.İkimize de birer teşekkür öpücüğü verip, ömrü boyunca bu doyumu özlediğini ve bizim de ona harika bir doyum yaşattığımızı söyledi.Ertesi gün görüşmek üzere sözleşip ayrıldık, ben odama döndüm ve deliksiz bir uyku çektim.Son günümün de serbest saatlerini onlarla muhteşem bir şekilde geçirdim, keşke daha önce karşılaşsaymışız diye düşündük hep.Özelde yazışmak, paylaşmak, veya bu anları yaşamak isteyen bayanlar,çiftler lütfen çekinmeyin yazışalım.Görüşmek umuduyla.Gönderen: ThickDick

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He watched her walk back to the bed, the many candles she had been lighting allowing him to see the curves of her body, every inch of her soft and golden in the flickering light. She lay down with him and their arms went around each other as they kissed long and deep, warm naked bodies pressed close. It was such a relief to be at this moment, and both of them felt it – all day long, they had been burning for each other, but children and work and life’s many obligations had kept them from each other. But now that had all fallen away, and it was just the two of them and the feelings they needed to express.

His hand slid down her body, over the curve of her ass, moving closer to that part of her he knew was hot and wet – he could smell the musky scent of her wet pussy and had been dreaming throughout the day of how she was going to feel against his fingers and mouth and cock, how she would sound as she came in response to his touch. He was startled when she moved away from his hand and pulled her mouth from his, pushing him back into the bed, her face quiet and thoughtful as she leaned over him. “What is it, love?” he asked.

“There’s something I’d like to do,” her voice replied softly, as she kissed him gently across his face. “Would you just… let me do what I want?” His body jumped at the suggestion and he kissed her hard, hands in her hair, and smiled. “Surely. You know I’d love anything you did.”

One lush breast tempted him as she leaned over to the night stand and he took the nipple in his mouth, sucking gently, then tried to recapture it as her movements pulled it from his lips. He looked up quickly as he realized what she was doing, and watched her finish knotting one wrist to the slats of the headboard, the silk scarf soft, yet strong. He smiled at the look she sent his way, eyes following her as she tied the other wrist, and then moved down to the end of the bed and tied his ankles as well. She sat back on her heels when she had finished and smiled wickedly at the sight of him, bound and open to her touch. Her voice was husky with laughter and desire as she said, “God, I’ve thought about this a lot. I’ve wanted you helpless for a long time.” Then her lips were on his, kissing hungrily.

She took her time, slowly exploring the length of his body with her mouth and hands. He went through a mental struggle at first, wanting to reciprocate – make her quiver and gasp as she was making him – but finally gave himself up to the sensations, enjoying her attentions. He felt her soft breasts Escort İstanbul against his skin, her hard nipples dragging across his body, the feather touch of her damp pubic hair as she moved over him. His cock was hard, aching for the touch of her mouth and hands, but she stayed carefully away. He felt her mouth everywhere else… questing against the soft flesh of his thigh, teeth nipping suddenly and softly here and there, slurping and ticklish as she teasingly sucked on toes.

She sat up suddenly, her legs spread wide as she straddled his body. He could feel the heat of her pussy against his crotch, she was so close… but still she stayed away. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes dark in the candlelight. His cock jumped as he watched her hands move down across her own body, her eyes on his as she cupped the fullness of her breasts, massaging them, playing lightly with the nipples. “I’ve gotten very turned on, tasting you like this,” she said breathlessly, as her hands moved down across her belly and slipped between her legs.

His breath came out in a soft explosion as he saw her plunge her fingers inside herself, “Damn… Linda…let me… god, I want to taste you,” but then stopped, and just watched as she played with her pussy, fingers glistening as they slipped across her clit, pinching and circling and rubbing, and then sliding deep inside again. His breathing came fast, matching her own, as she continued her play. He knew, from the look on her face, that she was getting close to orgasm … he had seen that look many times, when it was his fingers tantalizing her, or his tongue or cock plunging inside her. He groaned as he saw her eyes glaze and then close, head going back. Expecting to see the climax shake through her body, he was astonished to see her pull her hands away from her body and pause, catching her breath. She tasted her fingers, and then wiped them across his mouth. His tongue caught the merest taste of her juices before she moved down his body, saying, “I don’t want to get distracted here. Now… where was I?” She stroked his cock, making him slick with the juices on her hand. And then her lips and tongue were on him and he wondered for a moment if he might explode then and there.

Her movements were slow and loving again. He watched as she traveled up and down the length of his erection, licking and sucking in ways she knew he loved, hands holding and stroking him as she worked him with her mouth. Her eyes were on his as she took his cock all the way, İstanbul Escort Bayan deep into her throat, engulfing him entirely in her silky hot wet mouth. She could feel the effects of the long slow tease as she sucked and pulled on his rock hard cock. She knew she could make him cum hard and fast if she wanted, and brought him right to the brink of orgasm, and then backed off again. The eroticism of the situation had made her own sex sopping wet and she ran one hand over her pussy, coating her fingers with the slick juices, and then slid her fingers across his ass, slowing the movements of her mouth as she probed his opening with a slippery finger and then penetrated him gently, slowly as she drew his cock into her throat again.

She watched his hands clenching and straining against silk ties as she pleasured his cock and ass. His eyes were closed, his groans mixing with the wet sounds of her mouth on his cock and her own erotic moaning. Need shook through her and she removed her hand and mouth gently, and slid her body up his. His shaft slipped through the lips of her pussy and she rubbed against it, feeling the length spread wetness everywhere as it slipped back and forth. She kissed him and whispered, “Do you still want to taste me?”

“I want to fuck you.” he growled, his hips jerking up, trying to plunge into her pussy as the tip of his cock slid across her opening again.

“Hmmm,” she murmured. “Now if you were in charge, that might happen. But I have other things in mind.” Their bodies were twisting against each other, juicy wetness making them slide smoothly. She continued to kiss him, over and over. “I need the taste of you, love. I want you to cum in my mouth. But I like the thought of your mouth on my wet pussy as well. If you’d like…”

She undid the knots at his wrists, and then straddled his face, working on the ones around his ankles. His fingers moved over the skin of her legs and ass, and then pulled wide the lips of her pussy, releasing a flood of warm juice. Her sex was deep pink with excitement, her clitoris swollen, bringing to mind some beautiful fruit. He held her open and tasted her as she swallowed his cock again. They loved each other with their mouths like people who had been lost in a desert and finally found water. She felt as though her body was turning into an arc of electricity, tingling, gathering to the place where his tongue touched her. His cock was so hard in her mouth, in her hand. The feeling continued to rise in her and she gasped Anadolu Yakası Escort against him, “Love… I want you to cum with me… now… oh god, now…”

He felt her pussy opening wide, her clit getting hard and stroked his tongue against her until her body went rigid and she cried out. Timeless moments passed and he continued to lick her lovingly, and then felt her body shift, as the orgasm started to slow and her body became almost too sensitive to be touched. She started to pull her hips from his mouth, but he held onto her and mumbled against her pussy, “Oh no… you’re not going anywhere yet.” He slid his stiff tongue into her pussy as she gasped, “No wait.. lover… oh god!!” His mouth and fingers were everywhere on her, and her gasp turned into a cry as another climax started to shake through her body. He lost count of how many times she came as he continued his loving of her. His face was wet with cum… his senses flooded with her taste and smell and sounds.

Finally, he released his hold on her. She was on her back at that point, and he laid down across her body, gathering her into his arms. Her eyes were glazed, her face flushed and he kissed her deeply. She moaned deep in her throat as he slid his cock inside her. She kissed him repeatedly, murmuring how much she loved him, and then sighed. Some trace of sense returned to her eyes and she said, the teasing note just barely apparent in her spent voice, “I didn’t get to taste you.”

He slowly pulled out and then drove into her again, his deep voice in her ear, “I’m going to cum so deep inside you, you will taste me.” He continued his slow stroking inside her, her body starting to rise and fall in response to his. “And this time when you cum, I want to see your face, and feel your beautiful cunt trembling around my cock as I empty myself into you.”

His words ran through her like a shock, and her body arched up into his, beyond her control. “Love… I don’t think… I can’t cum again.” He pressed deep inside her, settled his cock at the mouth of her womb, watching her eyes open wide, caught by the feeling of that intimate contact. He gathered her knees up, pushed them back into her chest, and said, “Oh, I think you can.”

He fucked her with an intensity beyond comprehension. By that point, they were like animals… thought stopped and all that was left of them was their primal need of each other. The time to hold back had long since passed for them. When they came, it was together… bodies out of control, voices wild. They lay together afterwards, bodies trembling, hearts still pounding, and he gently wiped the tears that rolled down her cheeks. Her voice shook as she laughed quietly, “You fucked me to tears.” They said, “I love you” at the same time… their voices sounding like one voice.

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Selamlar herkese. Benim anlatacağım olay küçükken yaşadığım bir olay. Neyse konuya geçelim. Ben 16 yaşındayken bizim bir komşumuz vardı apartmanda. Adı ırmaktı. ırmakla biz yıllardır arkadaştık. Bazen birbirimize dokunduğumuz olurdu. aslında ben lezbiyen falan değilim ama o dokunuşlardan çok etkilenirdim. (Tam da ergenlik çağı… ) Daha sonra geceleri ırmakla ilgili hayaller kurmaya başladım. Onunla nasıl sevişebileceğimi falan düşündüm. Bu konuyu ırmağa açmak isterdim tabi ama bilirsiniz işte ters tepkiden korkuyor insan. Neyse bir gün ırmak gene bizdeydi. We kafaya koymuştum onunla sevişmek istiyordum. Annemler ewde yoktu. We ben çok seksi giyinmiştim altımda etek wardı… Üstümde ince bir badi we içimde sutyen yoktu… Irmak geldi oturduk falan tv izledik we ben artık dayanamadım ırmağın bacağına elimi götürdüm. ırmak sanki bunu beklemiyomuş gibi sıçradı ama emindim bekliyodu. Ama sesini çıkarmadı belliki hoşuna gidiyodu. Daha önce hiç sevişmemiştim biriyle… Yawaş yawaş elimi yukarıya doğru götürdüm bacaklarının arasına. Irmaktan bir ah sesi geldi çok hoşuna gitmeye başlamıştı. O da elini göğsümü üzerinde gezdirmeye başladı. Fırsat bu fırsat dedim ve ırmakı yatırarak üstüne çıkım. Onu deli gibi arzuluyudum. Azmıştım iyice. Elimi amının üstüne koydum inlemeye başladı. Hemen pantolonunu çıkardım o da bu arada göğüslerimi mıncıklamaya başlamıştı. Anlayacağınız azmaya başlıyodu. Ben külotunun üzerinden amını ellemeye başladım külotu ıslanmaya başlamıştı. Buarada o da durmuyor elini eteğimin arasına sokuyordu. Yalamaya başladım…Daha fazla dayanamadım we onu soymaya başladım o da beni soymaya başladı. Sonunda ikimizde çırılçıplak kaldık. Aşağıya eğildim we ağzımı onun amına dayadım we yalamaya başladım. O da iyice azdı we kafamı amına bastırmaya başladı. Benim amımda sulanmaya başlamıştı. Kıllarını ısırarak dilimi içine sokmaya başladım. Ben soktukça o kafamı bastırıyor o bastırdıkça ben azıyodum. Yaklaşık 5 dakka fln onun amını yaladım o boşaldı we sıra bende dedim. Oda eğildi amımı yalamaya başladı. Tanrım mükemmeldi. Beceriksizce yalıyodu ama iyice kasılmıştım her an patlayabilirdm we patladımda… Oda sularımı içmeye başladı. Daha sonra üzerime çıktı we amını amıma değdirmeye başladı. Sonra ben gittim salatalık aldım bunu sana sokucam dedim ilk başta korktu ama sokunca daaha daha demeye başladı, sonra da o bana soktu. Yalamaktan daha da güzeldi bu. Iyice siktik birbirimizi. Sonra o günlük bitti. We daha sonra her yalnız kaldığımıda dahada ileri giderek tekrarladık. Şimdi 19 yaşında azgın bi bayanım. Benimle olmak isteyen tüm erkeklere açığım. kadınlarda olabilir… Gönderen: Spiden

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He sat in the back of the conference room with his laptop open, staring blankly at the speaker. The middle-aged man in a gray button-up at the front of the room had developed software that promised to “invigorate company-wide productivity” and “expedite cross-departmental collaborations”. As his co-workers followed along with the tutorial, he ran his fingers over the keyboard, a weak attempt to mime typing. It was nearing the end of the day, the conference room was stuffy, and his mind wouldn’t stay put. He pulled up his email in the hopes of having something worthwhile to focus on, and maybe getting some work done.

Upon opening his inbox he found a long list of new emails waiting for him. Sorting through the advertisements for athletic shoes and discounted play tickets he spotted a few important items, including a last minute request from a client, a newsletter from his son’s daycare, and a reminder from his boss to attend the very tutorial he was currently sitting through. Then there was this:

“Your Package Has Been Delivered Successfully – Item

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927-820-JL”

‘Package?’ he wondered. He couldn’t remember ordering anything lately, but it wouldn’t be the first time he was was surprised by his own past purchases. He also considered that perhaps this was just a bit of spam that got through the filter and thought the safe thing to do would be to delete it. But at the moment his curiosity was higher than his restraint, so he opened it anyways.

As soon as he did he recognized the logo of the company that sent it: TradEco, a new website designed to sell eco-friendly products of all sorts-food, cleaning supplies, furniture, etc. His wife had made a joint account for them on it the week before, but they hadn’t purchased anything at the time. He assumed she must’ve found something she liked so he scrolled down to see what was in the order.

PACKAGE CONTENTS:
NATURAL WOOD PICTURE FRAME (3)
NATURE’S OWN FACIAL TISSUE (12 PK)
ORGANIC LOVER’S PLAYSET (1)

‘…Organic lover’s playset?’ he thought to himself. ‘What the hell is that? ‘ All he knew was that it sounded…adult. He was about to click on the link to the product page, but paused as he remembered where he was, and the co-workers who were surrounding him. Shifting in his seat and tilting his laptop screen down to the point where even he could barely see it, he opened the page for the Organic Lover’s Playset. It read:

“This enviro-friendly product set will bring sensual delights to you and your partner for as long as you both can last, while ensuring that our planet will last long too! Enjoy guilt-free sexual indulgence with the following items.”

Each item had a description along with a well-framed, softly-lit photo. He scrolled down, revealing each item one at a time.

First there was the organic black silk blindfold, described as “soft and saucy.” Then came the feather tickler: “This cruelty-free feather tickling tool promises hours of mischief.” That was followed by a light-weight hemp rope designed for “playful restraint and dominance enforcement”, and then a compact solar-powered vibrator that uses “renewable energy for endless stimulation”. Finally he scrolled onto the last image.

The picture featured a lime green dildo, with a shape suggestive of a penis, but not so detailed as to be considered “realistic.” The base of the dildo was attached to a dark brown belt and the whole apparatus was situated such that the dildo slanted upward, with the tip landing in the top right corner of the photograph.

He let out a small involuntary gasp, which he tried to cover with a cough as he İstanbul Escort glanced nervously around the room. Flustered, he leaned back into his laptop and glanced at the description : “This hypo-allergenic dildo with a luxurious vegan leather strap let’s everyone play the role they desire.”

He sat back in his chair and let out a quiet exhale. The speaker’s voice felt distant as he thought about what compelled his wife to purchase this little gift box. Now they were no strangers to experimenting in the bedroom: spanking, 69, and anal-play were all fair game. He’d even given her a golden shower or two. But this was the first time she’d expressed any interest in using toys.

He pictured his wife sitting at home, browsing through the website and stumbling upon the playset. Maybe she blushed and giggled at first, but then felt herself get wet as she imagined using the items on him and him using them on her. Soon, she found the idea of acting out her fantasy too enticing to resist and impulsively made the purchase. The whole idea was getting him hard, and he hoped the presentation would end before anyone noticed. The speaker was telling the employees how to report technical problems.

Too far gone to have any hope of paying attention, he slipped his phone out of his pocket to let his wife know he was aware of her shopping.

“Did you, um, make a purchase? Some sort of ‘organic playset’…” he typed out.

After a few minutes he felt a buzz.

“Mhm”

And then a second.

“You know me…always trying to help the planet any way I can ;)”

He smiled. “And what exactly do you intend to do with that stuff?” he replied, hoping she’d give him some insights into her fantasy to occupy his mind.

“You’ll find out later. But don’t worry, I’ve done my research”

Just as he was pondering what she meant by “research”, an email showed up in his inbox. It was from his wife and contained three links. He clicked on the first, and saw a video loading. Frantically muting his computer and hunching down even further, he saw a lean young man leaning against a wall. A woman with long dark hair trailing down to the top of her butt was blindfolded and on her knees in front of him. He had his hands on her head, guiding the tip of his cock in and out of her mouth.

He then opened the second link. He watched as a naked red-headed woman approached a man lying on a bed who had his wrists tied to either side of the headboard and his ankles tied together. The woman got up on the bed, calmly flung one leg over the man and sat sprawled across his shins with her large breasts dangling around the man’s thighs. The woman then reached up and began passing a vibrator up and down his cock. She hovered over the man as he hardened and throbbed in response to the vibrations.

The third link went to a site dedicated entirely to dominatrix porn. A young woman with a short black bob was decked out in a red leather corset and thigh high leather boots. She ordered a man slightly older than her to bend over a sofa, and enforced her demands with several light flicks of her flogger onto his ass. Once he was in the position, the dominatrix stepped into and adjusted a strap-on until is was snugly tied to her hips. The dildo attached to it was long, thin, and black. She spread the man’s buttchecks and placed the tip of the dildo to his asshole. She then gave a firm thrust with her hips and…

Suddenly, members of the audience were applauding and getting up from their seats. Startled, inexplicably sweaty, and with his dick bulging in his pants, he slammed his laptop shut Escort Bayan and headed out of the room with everyone else. He stopped by his office to grab his coat and then got into the elevator, making sure to carefully place his computer bag in front of his crotch. It was nearing six o’clock and he didn’t know where his wife was. She was a freelancer and worked mostly from home but occasionally went elsewhere. While he liked to picture her sending him those dirty links while sitting in a crowded coffee shop, he was more excited by the idea of finding her at home when he got there. As aroused as he was now, holding off any longer seemed like torture.

As he walked toward the subway he texted again, attempting to sound neutral: “On my way home.. you there?”

After a few minutes of waiting at the platform, a train came. After he got on he glanced at his phone: No reply, and now he had lost service. He wasn’t normally one for suspense but at the moment it seemed to only intensify his arousal. He let his mind drift into scenarios inspired by the videos: his wife tying him up and teasing his cock with the feathery toy, him blindfolding her and running the vibrator from her clit to her anus and back. Finally she’d put on the strap-on, and gently fuck him until he inevitably explodes.

He drifted around in this fantasy land throughout the ride home and kept only just enough awareness of the real world not to miss his stop. As he emerged from underground, his phone immediately buzzed.

“Ready and waiting” the message read.

He smiled and picked up the pace as he headed toward their apartment. He opened the door to find the kitchen and living room empty. He turned the corner and saw the door to their bedroom was closed. He opened it, and there was his wife in nothing but a white tank top, laying casually across the bed flipping through a magazine. Each of the items he’d seen online were now placed in a row next to her. The magazine, he noticed, was actually a catalog advertising more “play items” that he assumed must’ve come with the package. She glanced up when he walked in, then rose from the bed.

“Wow, you really are ready,” he said.

“Shhhh,” she said as she grabbed the rope from the bed. “Take off your clothes and sit down.”

She sat on his lap facing him and pulled his hands behind his back. With her lips nearly touching his, she then wrapped the rope around his wrists, tying them together snugly and finishing it with a sturdy knot. She nudged his chest telling him to lean back and as he fell back onto the bed she climbed forward on to him.

He was breathing heavily as she sank her pussy onto his lips. He immediately, instinctively, began lapping at her engorged labia. He flicked her clit with his tongue repeatedly while she gasped. After several minutes of riding his face and moaning, she climbed off and rolled to his side. She then grabbed the blindfold, placed it over his eyes and pulled the strap around his head.

He couldn’t see her anymore but sensed that she had moved away from him. All of a sudden he felt a brush of air near his testicles, then another. There were several short bursts of air before the feathers made contact with his skin, at which point the sensation transformed into a soft brushing. His wife swirled the feathers all around his scrotum, up and down his shaft, around his inner thighs, and ended by dusting the tip of his penis. The light touch brought a tingling sense of awareness to the whole region that he calmly enjoyed. Suddenly, the feel of his wife’s wet lips on his cock burst through this delicate sensation. Eskort She filled her mouth with him while grabbing tightly onto his thighs. She swayed, pushing him into her throat several times as saliva began to run down her chin.

He laid motionless and moaning as she pulled herself away from him and stood up. Soon she was reaching underneath him and untying the rope. Once he had a hand free he pulled the blindfold up to his forehead.

“Is something wrong?” he asked

“No! Of course not. It’s just my turn now,” she replied grabbing the blindfold off his head. “Or should I say your turn?”

She handed him the vibrator and laid on the bed with her eyes covered. He paused for a minute and then deciding the blindfold was insufficient, pulled her wrists above her head and tied them tightly while she squirmed lightly. Pulling the remainder of the rope down beside her, he then wrapped it around her legs, right above the knee and tied a knot. He shoved his right hand in between her thighs. They were tightly pressed together now due to the rope and the area felt warm and moist. He inched his hand up to her pussy and began squeezing and rubbing.

With his left hand he turned on the small metal vibrator and started by rubbing it over her breasts. He hovered around each nipple, making smaller and smaller circles until he was just touching the very tip. Finally, he dragged it down her stomach and into the palm of his right hand. He then pressed it right to her clit and held it there as her breathing increased and her hips began to thrust upward. Just as her panting was intensifying, he turned the vibrator off. He grabbed her hips with both hands and firmly rolled her over, so that her ass was now facing him. He sat up on his knees on the bed and slid his dick into her pussy. Seemingly surprised by this, she tensed and let out a small scream. He thrust into her repeatedly, feeling her buttocks smacking into him each time. He leaned forward, putting his hands next to hers on the bed. After a few more deep thrusts, he began to untie her wrists. He then pulled out and untied her legs. He rolled her body, now limp from pleasure, over to face him again and removed the blindfold.

“My turn again,” he said, “Or should I say yours?”

She blinked her eyes open to see him handing her the strap-on.

She gave him a coy, are-you-sure-you-want-to look to which he responded with a long passionate kiss. She stood up, drew the strap-on up to her waist and pulled on the belt to secure it. He was laying face down on the bed now with his legs dangling off the edge. She positioned herself in between his open legs and squatted down a bit. Grabbing the dildo at its base, she slowly pushed it into his asshole. Once it became clear from his gasps and moaning that he was enjoying the sensation, she began to move in and out. What started out as slow and cautious became faster and more passionate. She was grabbing his butt and running her hands up and down his back as she used her hips to control the bright green toy. Her arousal was rising with his and with the motion.

“Stop,” he said. She feared she had hurt him and quickly pulled out. He turned around. “I need to fuck you.”

She slipped out of the strap-on and kissed him deeply. They pushed all the items to the side and she climbed on top of him. He began thrusting into her so aggressively she could barely keep her balance. She felt closer to bursting with each bump of his body against hers. He began to move faster as both their moaning intensified. With one particularly large thrust, she felt the orgasm wash over her. Just as she leaned her head back in satisfaction, he exploded inside of her and pulled her down to him. She collapsed onto him with her face into the pillow. He let his head fall to the side and caught a glimpse of the toy catalog laying next to him before closing his eyes.

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“Would you look at him?” Bianca took a deep breath and just sighed as she watched the tall suited man walk across the office floor. She leaned against her arm and fanned herself with a spare manilla folder. “He’s so hot, Emi. Come on.”

“Wasn’t Kay from IT enough for you?”

“Is that how you remember people?”

“Yes, you’re Bianca from Corp Sec.”

“Oh, come on. Anyway, my boyfriend doesn’t count,” Bianca laughed it off. “Besides, apples and oranges. Look at him. He’s massive! Do you think he still does sports? No one has that much muscle without working out.”

“I swear you’re somehow worse after you got attached,” Emi rolled her eyes but glanced at the colleague in question. Of course, it was Alex from Marketing. Or as she liked to call him, Aleksander. She had done that once when she asked him a question about some compliance to an obscure financial procedure and he had raised an eyebrow at her.

“No one’s called me ‘Aleksander’ since I was 10,” he told Emi as he stood up and pulled up a seat so he could explain things a little easier since he would tower over her if he stood and he didn’t feel like making her stand while he sat. Emi had been warned that Aleksander was a complete gentleman. To say the man was handsome was somehow right but also failing terribly at describing him. He had sharp features, slate grey eyes that reminded her of an oncoming storm and hair that was so dark, she wondered if he would ever become one of those sexy silver foxes.

Emi remembered shrugging slightly at that remark. “I know far too many Alexes,” she told him. “This way I know ‘Aleksander’ means ‘the guy from Marketing’.” It was a lie, of course. She just liked the way it sounded – Aleksander. The way it rolled off the tongue with the hard consonants. She couldn’t explain it. He was a tall fucker with broad shoulders and a strong chest. He was also well-mannered and exceedingly considerate of people but one didn’t shit where they ate and so Aleksander from Marketing was going to remain a fantasy until one of them decided to quit, she supposed. Emi realized Bianca was staring at her. “What?”

“Alex,” Bianca repeated. “Do you think he’s single?”

Emi chuckled and shook her head. “A man like that? No. Definitely not. Not that it matters,” she fished a printout and neatly stamped it before passing it to Bianca. “Here. There’s the approval you needed and I need to get this pile of shit done.”

Bianca smiled and got what she came for. “Are you coming to the office party?”

Emi winced. She wasn’t one for these occasional gatherings but she had cancelled on the last two and these things were a huge thing in the company culture. “I suppose,” she replied. “When is it?”

“Friday after next,” Bianca supplied as she walked away.

Emi pursed her lips and decided to pencil it down. She tapped a short note into her phone, sitting primly at her desk, legs pressed together before she got back to processing the rest of the procurement requests. “What’s this?” she frowned and glanced at the paperwork. She bit the inside of her cheek trying to wrap her brain around it. Sighing, she walked over to the larger marketing department, tapping the forms against the flat of her palm as she tried to find someone to talk to.

“Looking for something?” she heard and turned around abruptly only to bump into a large chest. The flat of her palms pressed against his middle, sending the papers she held to the floor.

“Oof-” she sputtered. So much for dignity, she thought, recognising the cologne. Aleksander the devil himself was there. She nudged her glasses back into place with a gentle tap of her knuckle and crouched down to gather her papers. He naturally helped and Emi tried her best to keep her knees together so as to not flash him inappropriately. It was a miracle she didn’t totter over and trip on her heels. She exhaled in embarrassment as he passed her the rest of the forms and helped her up with a gentle grasp of her fingertips. His hands were large and she felt positively miniscule. Ah, a thin golden band on the ring finger glinted at her accusingly.

“Aleksander from Marketing,” she blurted.

“Emi from Finance,” he echoed, looking at the relatively new hire. She was rather sweet-looking and apparently friendly, if a little distant. She only came up to his chest with wavy black shoulder-length hair, tanned skin with almond shaped eyes and apparently, from Jakarta but had spent some time with the Osaka office before making the move stateside, according to the grapevine. She had full hips and a proportionately narrow waist and reminded him very much of a living doll. Her lips were pink and currently pursed tightly as she gathered herself.

“I’m sorry about that.” She smiled civilly, regaining her composure. “Yes. I was hoping to talk to Steve about these claims he filed. I think we’re missing a few receipts. It’s a little urgent.”

“He’s on a work trip in Maine.”

“Oh.”

“He’s under me so what can I help you with?”

She tried not to stare at him for too long, keeping her gaze carefully on the spot between his eyes instead of looking Bostancı Escort directly at him as she pulled her hand away. She felt herself split into two – professional Emi was explaining why a consolidated credit card statement didn’t fly as proof of purchase for reimbursement while personal Emi was imagining climbing Aleksander’s frame, running her hands over that broad chest, slipping her hands under his shirt-

“I see,” he frowned and took the form from her. He had crouched slightly so that he could see what she was talking about. “Mind giving me your number? In case you can’t get him. I’m sure there’s an explanation for this.”

She could see the dark 5 o’clock shadow on his sharp jaw. Gods. This man. Emi broke into a bright polite smile as she looked up at him just as soon as she gave him a missed call. “Thank you.”

Aleksander gave his usual slightly friendly expression. “You’re welcome. Nice shoes, by the way.”

She glanced at her classic black pumps and blushed a little. “O-kaay,” she replied, looking up at him quizzically before adding quickly, “I mean, thanks. Yes. Classic pumps. Can’t go wrong.” She took a step back and flashed him another polite smile before she turned on the balls of her feet and walked briskly back to her seat. The hell was that about? No. Classic overthinking, she told herself and decided to try and forget it.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, the way Emi liked. Still he thought these ratty old pumps were ‘nice’, eh? She took them off once she got home and after some deliberation, decided to polish them a little. If these shoes helped the people from Marketing be nicer to her, who was she to deny their magic, right?

+++

Emi liked a boring work life. She saved all her excitement for her travels, the hobbies that she never shared beyond a few select colleagues and kept to the time. Work was work. She stood at the photocopier, perched on one foot as she scanned some items. Her other foot rotated her ankle to ease some of the stress of wearing those said black high heels. The marketing people vacated the meeting room and Emi pressed herself closer to the machine so as to stay out of their way. She kept her eyes on the scanner, suddenly very interested in the little LCD screen that spat numbers at her. It didn’t take long before a large shadow fell over her, lingering over her like a cloud.

“Emi from Finance,” he greeted, his voice low enough for only her to hear.

“Aleksander from Marketing,”

“Is the issue with Steve settled?”

“Yes, we’ve sorted it out. No harm, no foul. Thank you,”

“Good to know it’s all done.”

She nodded appreciatively and watched as he followed the rest of his colleagues back to their cubicles on the far end of the floor. She blinked and exhaled, enjoying that woody, slightly musky cologne he wore. Gods, she thought, what a man. Her phone buzzed as soon as he turned the corner.

“‘Nice shoes’?” she read the text. Emi blinked and stared at the name of the sender. Surely not? Oh no no no. Emi thought. No way. She pursed her lips and tapped one foot against the other as she pondered the text. No. It was just overthinking. She took a deep breath and suddenly looked up. Towards the direction of marketing. Aleksander was speaking to someone, his large hand playing with his phone as he shot a glance at her.

Emi felt her ears grow hot. Gods, she thought again. She exhaled and shoved the phone back into her skirt pocket, turned and walked away.

++++

“What’s your excuse this time? Intermittent fasting?” Bianca asked as Emi refused to go for lunch yet again.

She shook her head. “I brought my own lunch and I’m not hungry yet so you guys go on ahead. Catch me up on the hot gossip later.”

“Pity. Alex is buying. Apparently, Marketing scored some huge deal and they’re giving Finance a treat since you guys helped them out.”

“How did you get roped into it then?”

“He asked me along since you and I are friends?”

Emi nodded, adjusting her skirt, running a hand over her bottom to flatten out the creases. “Ah, just get me a coke on the way back then.”

“Okay but don’t cop out of the party. Seriously,” Bianca rolled her eyes and walked back to the group. “Emi’s brought her own lunch. She told us to head out.”

Emi heard the group chat among themselves and she busied herself by clearing her tasks, ignoring the hunger in her belly, eyes fixed resolutely on anything but the large figure at the corner of her eye.

++++

“So are the office parties this crazy back in-” her colleague shook his head, snapping his fingers as he tried to remember where it was that Emi came from.

“Bali,” she supplied helpfully, downing a beer and blinking away the haze. Around them, all their colleagues were joking, laughing and drinking like there was no tomorrow. A few were hogging the karaoke machine and some were dancing.

“Right.”

“No. But I can tell you that the parties in Japan are wild.” She sighed and rubbed her neck as she relaxed with her friends. “They drink a lot more than you guys, honestly. But they were Kadıköy Escort always fun.” She looked at the other tables and noted who sat with who and saw Aleksander sitting with the other managers at the table across from hers. He nursed some wine and smiled politely at her over the rim of his glass. Emi nodded and turned back to her friends. She suddenly became aware of her appearance. She wore a black dress but changed her shoes from sensible ballet flats to a pair of red high heels. It took some maneuvering but she got used to it. Her shoulder length hair was brushed to the side and kept off her face with a simple hair clip. Classic but effective.

Just like Aleksander’s dark blue suit and tie. Gods, the man could wear anything and look good. She watched as he finished his wine and got up to make his rounds around each table. Someone had put on music and the dance floor was open. Emi swallowed her words as soon as he came to theirs.

There was a cheerful chorus of ‘hey Alex!’ as he sat down next to her.

“Emi from Finance,” he greeted.

“Alex from Marketing,” she nodded and became determined to not look at him.

He raised an eyebrow at that before they both fell into conversation with the group at large. “Your hair looks nice,” he said to her once there was a natural lull when another round of drinks came.

“I didn’t do anything different,” she said, downing yet another can of beer.

“Maybe it’s the light. Those shoes are a nice change too.”

“Mmhmm, you got any other words besides ‘nice’?” Emi replied as someone suggested a group photograph, thereby squeezing all of them together. She sat up and sat back down only to feel a large set of knuckles under her ass. “Oh gods, I’m sorry,” she blushed deeply and looked at Aleksander who only pulled his hand away.

“It’s all right.”

“Picture time!” somebody yelled. The group pushed them together as she felt a hand steady her waist. A large palm landed lightly on her lower back as her side was pressed against his. She melted a little as the photograph was taken. God, he was comfortable. All muscle and steel under the cloth. It took all her control to not nuzzle his chest and press herself against him more. She didn’t even know him, what the hell.

“Damn, they drank a lot, huh?” he leaned forward and whispered softly in her ear, lips brushing against her skin.

Emi felt a flush of heat go through her. It pooled in the depths of her belly and culminated in an involuntary leak of wetness between her legs. She sighed and looked up at him, eyes a little glassy from the drink, nipples hardening against the fabric of her bra. “Yep. I could use some water to sober up, to be honest.”

Once the picture was taken the group dispersed and she pulled herself away from him, injecting normalcy back into their dynamic. He seemed to get the message too and kept his attention off her. Perhaps, it had all been in her head. “Well, It’s late,” she blinked and stifled a yawn. “I’m going to ride… I mean, get a ride home.” She paused and blushed as she moved past Aleksander again, her ass right at his eye-level as she moved. “God. See you all on Monday.”

She spent some time at the door of the restaurant, a little less drunk and a lot more sober as she fiddled with her phone. “Fucking Grab,” she swore under her breath and momentarily considered returning to the restaurant and perhaps depend on the kindness of her colleagues to get a ride home. She turned, only to see Aleksander walk up to her. “Are you leaving too?”

He seemed surprised to still see her. “Yes. It’s getting quite late. I thought you left.”

“No luck getting a driver and I left the car at the office,” she sighed and bit the inside of her cheek, eyes slightly wide as she looked at his chest and shoulders before finally settling on his eyes; naked desire apparent for a fleeting second. “Could you do me a solid and give me a ride home?”

She saw the tip of his tongue run over his left upper canine as he gave it some thought. “I can give you a ride.”

Oh fuck, she thought but nodded. Beggars can’t be choosers. “Okay, then,” she smiled politely and walked with him as he fished his car keys from his pocket. She climbed into his mountain of a car and secured her seatbelt, pulse racing.

“So, where do I drive to?” he asked as he turned on the GPS and waited for her instructions.

“Umm,” Emi frowned. “I know this sounds silly but I suddenly cannot remember where I live.” She checked her phone and flashed him the address. “I know the shortest way there is to drive along Rosetta Avenue until we hit the junction. We take a left and then another left at the next junction after that one. My apartment building is the first compound on the right.”

He glanced at her, able to clearly see the route in his head. “You’re good at giving instructions.”

“I’m also good at taking them,” she replied, a little faster than she had intended. She sighed and shook her head. “Thank you again.”

“Don’t mention it,” he smiled politely and started the engine.

Emi took a deep breath and crossed her legs. It was Göztepe Escort all in her head, was it not? She was attracted to an image of him. The tall, handsome, athletic, most-probably-married beast of a manager from Marketing. She cleared her throat and felt her pussy drenching itself. How long had it been since she got any? She didn’t want to think so she kept quiet and held on the seatbelt, knees pressed tightly together, her nipples screaming to be pinched. He parked the car at an empty guest lot and turned off the engine. Emi bit her lower lip. It was now or never. “Do you want to come-” her voice grew breathless suddenly as he turned to her, grey eyes running over her body.

“-Yes.”

“-upstairs, I mean,” she finished as he leaned in towards her.

“I don’t quite care as long as I get to fuck you,” he replied, pulling her in for a kiss, one large arm nearly pulling her out of the passenger seat. Somewhere in the background, she heard her bag hit the floor. She tasted of wine and all things free and delicious. “Say my name properly, Emi. None of that Alex bullshit.”

“Aleksander…” she smiled into the kiss. “Aleksander from Marketing.”

He chuckled into her mouth, tasting her fully as large hands ran over her slight shoulders and down her front. One large hand on each breast as her small hands caressed his thighs and stroked his hard cock through his pants. “Fuck, touch me.”

“Upstairs now,” she pulled herself away reluctantly and got out of the car. With some urgency, he took her hand, laced his fingers in between her and followed her into the elevator. The door barely closed when he pulled her to him, briefcase in one hand as the other crushed her small body against his. She whimpered as she held onto him, their mouths open and urgent. A few times, she felt their teeth clashing in their desperation to taste the other. Once on her floor, she led him to her apartment. Alone in the hallway, she felt his hands go up under her skirt as he stood behind her. Grunting slightly as he fumbled with her underwear, he managed to push aside the damp panties and slipped a cool, hungry finger into her already dripping cunt. “Aleksander… no…”

He leaned down and nipped at her neck, ignoring her as she fumbled with the keys. His fingers continued to please her, as Emi bit down on her lip to keep quiet. “You’re so hot,” he breathed into her neck as she moaned, pressing her forehead against the door. He began to pump a long finger into her wet cunt, enjoying the way it clenched around his digit.

“Fuck,” she breathed and finally got the door open. She pulled him in somehow and tossed aside her shoes and bag as he dropped his own bag and coat at the door. Emi threw her arms around his neck, one hand snaking a palm to sit flat against his chest. She had imagined this for so long and it felt almost perfect.

Aleksander carried her easily, his large hands cupping her round ass as he guided her legs around his waist. He tossed her gently against the couch and pulled her to the edge. He knelt in between her knees as she breathed hard, skin flushed and damp. He reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties, rolling them off her ankles. They felt damp in his hands and he sniffed them before grinning. “Spread those legs, princess.”

She blushed but did as he asked, feeling so vulnerable as he watched her offer her pussy up for him. She had a neat little cunt, pink and with only a little patch of hair on the mound. She gasped as he planted an open mouth that swallowed the entirety of her needy pussy. Bucking her hips, she sought some ease by riding his tongue as it lapped away at her. His large hands went to hers and pressed them down, making her unable to touch him. She groaned. “Let me touch you.”

He laughed, his breath hot as he licked away at her clit, making her squirm deliciously under him. She was so tiny and he had always loved the difference in their height. “Say please.”

“Please!”

He released her hands and felt them go immediately to his head as she began to guide him on how to please her best. He undid his belt, kicked off his pants and undressed as much as he could while he lapped away between her legs. “Such a sweet cunt, Emi,” he spoke in between long licks, opening his mouth wide enough to encase her entire pussy. That seemed to drive her wild. He inserted a finger and watched as she whimpered and groaned over it. Her little tanned body, made from sunlight and heat, trembled as he lightly sucked on her pink clit.

She looked at his head between her legs, his handsome face devilishly grinning at her as she laid vulnerably before him. “You’re the worst,” she breathed. “I hate you so much.”

“You love it,” he replied dismissively and straightened up, his hands on her knees to keep her from putting them back together. “Be a good girl and keep these open. I love seeing that pussy. I’ve been thinking about it for ages.” He undid the tie and unbuttoned his shirt as she shimmied out of her dress as well. He stood up and pulled her towards him, his nakedness pressed against hers. His cock raged between them and he sighed as she rested her head against his chest. She was far too small for them to do a proper 69, he thought but was cut short when she slid to her knees, eyes wide as she opened her mouth and used her tongue to flick at the sensitive, turgid cockhead.

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Most of her days were the same: all business, professional, lifeless and dull. But one day, things changed drastically for the better. She happened to meet Don Mateo, a teacher and writer of erotic literature in Michigan.

When she walked into his classroom she immediately lost her confident, assertive nature. He was busy talking with someone else so she was forced to wait her turn, stealing glances at him from the corner of her eye, pretending she was occupied with other thoughts. In reality she was mesmerized by him.

He was of average height but his demeanor and body structure demanded the respect of someone much larger.

He spoke easily in the lower register of his voice as if every word he said was offered in a bedroom whisper promising pleasure to his listener.

Her eyes furtively stole glances at his obviously fit and hardened body. She found herself picturing him naked and glistening from a hot shower. It was at this moment that she was mortified to discover he had been calling her name as the room was now empty except for the two of them.

He crossed the room quickly to greet her, offereing his hand as an introduction. She reached out for him, taking his hand but wanting more. She was flustered and red from embarassment and stumbled to say her name audibly. They exchanged brief pleasantries but her hand lingered in his. It was strong and cool like a man’s hand should be. As she forced herself to release his hand she imagined the many other parts of her body she would like his hands to explore.

He placed that hand on the small of her back and directed her toward a chair. Bayan Eskort Was it her imagination or did that hand slip just a little lower as they walked?

They turned to sit, her arm brushed his chest and she felt his strong, vigorous chest muscles. Instinctively, she placed a hand on his arm, as people sometimes do during pleasant conversation. His bicep was a solid rod of flesh extending from his shoulder. Her heart was beating so fast at his nearness she was afraid he would hear it!

Conversation had ceased; how long had they sat in silence? She turned to face him looking up into his welcoming, dreamy eyes. Her hand still rested on his arm.

Their eyes locked and suddenly without warning it was like a lightening bolt struck between them. There was no one else in the world but them.

He recognized her need, her longing and pulled her against him with his muscle bound arms. The force took her breath away. But he never broke eye contact with her.

His deep breathy voice murmured “what do you want?” she responded “you’.

His lips met hers in a fury, their bodies were so close it was as if they were one. She felt him swell against her hip. He felt thick and substantial beneath his jeans and she felt a whimper escape he lips as she imagined the sweet ache of him entering her.

While one hand held her close to him, their mouths still exploring each other, his other hand reached up under her skirt to remove the lacy strip of fabric she wore as panties.

She released from his lips long enough to tear his shirt from his body. Their passion had started a Anadolu Yakası Escort glistening of perspiration on his chest and accentuated the firmness of his body.

In one motion he reached down and grabbed the back of her thighs lifting her against his sturdy frame. He brought her to rest on a table. He stood between her naked thighs her skirt hiked up around her hips. He reached in and gently stroked a finger through her downy hair and discovered she was dripping wet for him.

Her hands kneaded at his rigid muscles and her lips found the nipples on his massive chest. She flicked her tongue against their hardness and tenderly nibbled away. Somehow she managed to release his maleness from the jeans that had imprisoned him. He was hard and pulsing with anticipation. He stepped into her, the tip of his cock tickling her pussy. She could hardly breathe, she knew at any time he could enter her with a diving thrust. He sensed her anticpation and continued to tease her with the thick tip of his cock barely separating the lips of her swollen pussy with each movement.

She was begging him to enter her; pleading with him to take her pain away. In on motion he plunged into her. A gasp escaped her lips as she threw her head back. his thrusts we hard and deep and he held on tight to her hips to keep her near him. Lights flashed in her head everytime the tip of his shaft slammed against her cervix. it wasn’t long before her thighs clamped around him as her orgasm quivered throughout her body.

He held her up with one hand on the back of her head, one on her back. As she slowly Pendik Escort came back to reality she looked down to find he was just now removing himself from her. He was still hard, throbbing and shiny with the traces of her pleasure.

She sank to her knees in front of him, needing to repay him for the relief she had just received. With one hand on his ass and another on the flat of his chiseled abs, she tickled the rim of his glistening cock, tasting herself on him as she ran her tongue over his smooth surface. Tongue still moving, she sucked gently on him searching for a response. His manhood jumped and wiggled in anticipation.

She grasped him at the base and began to massage slowly. Her other hand lifted his sack and tenderly placed his balls against her lips. Her tongue explored the surface while her lips pulled and sucked gently until she had taken a single testicle into her mouth. He moaned at the feeling of her mouth’s warmth and moistness surrounding him. She continued to pump with her hand and could feel him swelling even more beneath her grip. Not wanting to miss out on his moment, she placed her lips on the end of his shaft. Taking a deep breath she slowly engulfed him deep into her throat. She could feel his tip against the back of her throat and felt her own body beginning to respond again.

At first slowly and then with more purpose, she slid her mouth along the length of his cock: in and out, pressing her hands into his ass so she could take in even more of him. He grabbed her by the back of the head and adding his own final thrust, he exploded inside her.

He was weak in the knees and sat down. She looked up at him searching his eyes for an explanation of what had just happened. As reality returned and the realization hit that someone could walk in on them, they got dressed and she left without a word, looking forward to her next visit….

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