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I am very aware I am a bit of an exhibitionist. Part of the attraction of the gang bangs I enjoy so much, is that as well as all the cock I get I am very conscious of all the eyes watching me, all thinking to themselves that they would love to fuck me That’s why fucking in public is so exciting, or dogging in local car parks. It’s the excitement, the unknown, plus the guarantee of a good fuck at the end of it.

I read somewhere that the brain is the biggest sex organ, and that is certainly the case for me, I can get wet just thinking about sex, although I do appreciate a nice big cock to finish me off. I have been fucked in lots of places, buses, trains, mini cab, phone box, public toilets etc. The cab driver watched us all the way in his mirror, took a long route, and still had the nerve to overcharge me.

One night we were coming home from London on a late train, there were a few people on the train, but none in the same section as us. Of course, with trains nowadays it is possible to walk the length of the train, so anyone could walk along at any time, but this only made it more exciting. I was cuddled up to David, with my hand resting on the top of his thigh. I felt him move his position slightly so my hand was gently lying on his cock.

I started to caress it through his trousers, feeling it harden. I manoeuvred his hardening cock to ensure it was pointing to his waist, because I knew then it would grow out the top of his trousers as it hardened. It didn’t take long for my hand, still working through the material of his trousers to get him as solid as a rock. My hand followed the hard shaft up to his trouser waistband, and wasn’t disappointed to see the swollen bulbous head of his cock sticking out for me.

I slid my mouth down to his waist and licked the head, flicking my tongue over the bulging veins just below the head. I could feel him getting agitated and his breathing getting heavier. I unzipped his fly and his wonderful hard cock leapt to attention. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it into my warm wet mouth. I slid as much as I could down my throat, but couldn’t take it all. In spite of his 8″, in the right position, I can take the full length, but huddled up on a train I couldn’t get it all inside.

I started to tease his cock mercilessly. He has a very large bulbous head, and I love gripping the shaft gently with my teeth, then trying to pull my mouth over the head. I knew I could make him cum in my mouth very easily at this stage, but resisted the temptation, wanting the game to last.

I had one hand between my legs playing with my pussy. That must have been an automatic reaction, because I couldn’t remember making a conscious decision to touch myself up in public, but it was definitely my two fingers in my cunt.

I suddenly felt as if I was being watched, and looking diagonally into the next section I saw a man sitting there watching us. His hand was resting on the bulge in his trousers. He was a bit older than me, perhaps mid thirties, but looked smart.

David was still sitting there in ecstasy, eyes closed, as I sucked his cock, oblivious to the watcher. I withdrew his cock and started running my tongue up and down his shaft. This enabled me to look at the stranger while still giving David attention.

I caught his eye, and he looked away. I continued looking straight at him, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he had to look up again. When he did look up he saw me still looking at him, with a welcoming smile on my face.

This time he continued to watch me, stroking his cock through his trousers. I lifted one leg onto the seat opposite and spread my legs, so he could clearly see my fingers going in and out of my pussy. He got braver and hornier, and pulled his hard cock out of his trousers and started playing with himself.

I withdrew my hand from my pussy and beckoned him to come over to join us, but he just ignored me, but continued stroking his cock. I put my fingers back into my pussy and played with myself, but still he just watched me.

I took a very brief interlude from my licking, and mouthed the words “Come and stick your cock in my cunt.” I engulfed David’s cock again, taking it in until it hit the back of my throat. I knew the man would come over, let’s face it, what man wouldn’t accept the offer.

I was unaware the man had joined us until I felt something pushing against my pussy lips. He wasn’t gentle at all, I think because he knew he wasn’t far from cumming, and just rammed his cock into me. As he entered me I hooked one leg around his waist and desperately started to fuck him. I knew this would be a quickie so sucked hard on David’s throbbing cock.

The stranger came first, and it was only then as David heard the noise he was making and opened his eyes, he realised I had a stranger fucking me. The image finished all resistance, and he came into my mouth, holding the back of my head and bucking against me until I had engulfed the Bostancı Escort lot in my mouth.

The stranger collapsed in the seat opposite me, I don’t think he knew what to say.

“Hi, I’m David, the very pretty girl you have just been fucking is Charly.” David said, as casually as if they had just been introduced at a party.

“I’m Tony.” he answered hesitantly

“Yes I’m Charly.” I continued, cum still dribbling from my mouth “an extremely frustrated Charly who has just made you two cum, but needs a good seeing to herself.” I Looked straight at Tony and asked “I hope you will come home with us and fuck my brains out?”

It was only a short walk from the station to David’s flat. I hooked one arm through each of their arms and we walked along as a threesome, in a strange silence for a couple of minutes. I decided to break the ice, stepping in front of Tony, throwing my arms around his neck, and kissing him passionately.

His hands came down to my arse and pulled me tight against him. I ground my pussy against his groin as if I was fucking him, forcing his lips apart I started searching for his tonsils, getting my tongue as deep inside him as I could. I withdrew a little so I could look into his eyes.

“I hope you are going to give me a really good fuck, and use me for your pleasure.” I said

“What about David?” he stuttered, it was obvious he wasn’t used to girls like me

“There are only two of you, and I have three holes, so what’s the problem?” I replied, I gave him a sexy smile, licked my lips suggestively, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and we continued on our way.

David opened the door and stepped back for me. I walked straight into the hall and turned on the light. I caught a glimpse of myself in the hall mirror. I was wearing a short black dress, flared at the bottom, and a white blouse with a black pattern on it, worn outside of my skirt. A black bra, panties and high heel shoes completed the outfit. In spite of the adventures on the train my make up still looked pretty good. As David closed the door I span round three times, the flared skirt rising to show my black panties. As I stopped spinning I pulled my blouse over my head, my breasts fighting to escape from my bra. I eased my fingers into the material and lifted my breasts clear of the material. I played with them, rubbing my thumb over the nipple, watching it harden. I looked Tony straight in the eye, and kept eye contact with him as I removed the bra. I watched his eyes go down to my breasts, then back up to my watching eyes.

Without taking my eyes of him I stepped closer, reached down and undid his flies, my hand darting inside to find his hard again cock. Without looking down I eased his cock out, and stroked it a few times, feeling it getting bigger. I wrapped his cock in the cup of my still warm bra, then wound the strap round his shaft, hooking a bra strap around his balls.

I knew by the look in his eyes, he was mine, and I could do anything I wanted with him, he was completely transfixed by me. I took two steps up the stairs, bent myself forward leaning on a higher step, and pushed my arse into the air. The flared skirt was at my waist, I slipped a hand between my legs, and grabbing my panties pulled them so tight they slipped into my wet pussy.

“Lick me Tony, please lick my wet sloppy cunt.” I implored

He was between my legs in seconds. I released my grip on my panties so he could pull them out of my dripping pussy and put his tongue in there. He started to fuck me with his tongue, and I pushed my pussy back to meet him, wanting it deeper and deeper. I was building myself up to an orgasm, could feel it building, and as always at this stage my language had a mind of its own.

“Oh Tony, lick me, lick me, shove your fingers in my cunt, play with my clit, oh baby.” I panted Suddenly he was gone, I turned in anguish, my orgasm subsiding and saw that David had pulled him away. God I needed someone in my pussy. “Oh PLEASE, one of you fuck me, I need to be fucked.” I almost screamed

David picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, laying me face down on the bed, his hands massaging my arse as he stepped back. He reached up to take hold of my knickers and pulled them off, me, followed by my skirt.

“You’re a little cock teaser aren’t you Charly?” David said, adding “You told Tony you had three holes and we’re going to use them all.”

I lifted my head to look back at David, but as I did so Tony pushed his cock into my face. I didn’t need asking twice, and wrapped my lips around it, my hands going to his balls as I sucked deep on his cock. I let his cock slip out and spat onto it twice, then put it back. I love the slurping sound of a wet cock in my mouth, and know that most fellers find it pretty erotic. I was still lying on my stomach, and could feel a tongue licking at my pussy, making my juices start again.

David pulled me onto my knees, but I made sure Tony’s Ümraniye Escort cock came with me as I moved. David’s tongue went deep inside me, and I felt two fingers slip in as well and start playing with my clit. I had Tony’s full length in my mouth, gagging on his cock, as I felt David’s fingers, lubricated by my juices, slip into my arse.

“Oh David PLEASE fuck me.” I begged, anticipating a nice spit roast coming up.

David grabbed my legs and spun me over so I was lying on my back, Tony’s lovely cock wrenched from my mouth. He pulled me towards him so my legs were hanging over the edge of the bed, then lifted them up onto his shoulders. He gently kissed my calves, then reached down, gripped my waist and pulled me towards him, until my pussy felt his cock nudging to be allowed in.

I pushed forward to meet him, and his lovely hard cock slipped straight into my wet pussy. He slid his entire length into me, and just kept it there, making no movement at all. He knew how desperate I was, and loved teasing me.

I couldn’t wait any further and stated to fuck him. He let me thrust onto his cock a couple of times, then on the third stroke grabbed my bum and pulled me so tight onto his cock I couldn’t pull away. He leant over me and kissed me, and I knew what was coming.

I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him back hard, my tongue diving into his mouth. He stood upright, a hand under each cheek of my bum, and with me impaled on his cock.

This was a regular party piece, and he knew how much I loved it. He lifted me up until me pussy almost slipped off his cock, then just let go of me, all my weight plunging his cock deep into my sopping wet pussy. He did this over and over until I was panting, juices pouring from me. One hand found my pussy and started playing with it, I could hear the squelching noise of my juices on his cock and fingers. I felt his fingers, fingers that were covered in my juices, make the short journey to my arse, and one, then two of the lubricated fingers slipped into me. I was losing control.

“Oh God, that feels so good.” I screamed “Fuck me hard, ram your hard cock up my cunt, stick your fingers up my arse, make me cum babe make me cum.”

I could feel myself building up to orgasm when he suddenly stopped, his cock deep inside me. I felt something nudge against my arse, bigger than a finger, and it only took a second for me to realise what it was.

“OH YOU DIRTY FUCKING BARSTARDS.” I screamed “YOU DIRTY, WONDERFUL, HORNY FUCKING BARSTARDS.” I felt a sharp jab of pain, delightful pain, as Tony’s cock slid into my arse, easing it home until up as far as it would go.

Once it was right in David started lifting me up and down again, only now each down stroke plunged cock into both my holes. They fucked me fast, they fucked me slow, building me up to boiling point, and then they would stop, then start the whole process again. After they had done this a few times I knew I was at the point of no return.

“Oh, Fuck me hard.” I screamed, as always when I was nearing orgasm, my language got very colourful. “I want you both inside me, fill my cunt with you cum, spunk up my arse, please, please PLEASE. Oh God Oh Fuck OH Yes Yes Yes.” my voice getting louder and faster as orgasm approached.

As my orgasm exploded I writhed against these two lovely cocks, it was all too much for Tony who came up my arse but my furious fucking made him slip out of my arse as he came, spraying his cum over my arse and back.

David was still fucking my cunt, my lovely wet sloppy cunt, and I felt another orgasm building in me. I squeezed my pussy muscles as tight as I could against his cock

“Come for me David, fill my cunt with your cum, harder, harder HARDER.” I screamed.

We both came at the same time, his cum shooting into me to meet my own juices that were pouring from my contented pussy.

He lowered me back onto the bed, keeping his cock inside me, the urgency gone from both of us. Although he wasn’t rock hard, his cock was still firm enough to remain inside my pussy, and it felt nice there. I laid there very contented, until his cock slowly shrank in size and slipped out of me.

Tony was on the bed next to me, so I turned to face him, and gave him a long passionate kiss, lovingly caressing his back as I did so. His hands went up to my breasts, rubbing the nipples between his fingers. David ‘spooned’ up behind me, cuddling up really tight, his fingers gently caressing my pussy, it felt so comforting rather than sexy, I was so relaxed.

I awoke with a start, for a second I couldn’t remember where I was, then the memories flooded back.

I had obviously fallen asleep, and so had the guys. David had awoken, and was getting of the bed, the movement that had woken me. He blew me a kiss as he realised I was awake and continued into the bathroom. After a short time I heard the shower going, so knowing he wasn’t Kartal Escort going to return, looked again at the sleeping Tony.

I felt in a mischievous mood, gently manoeuvring myself so I was astride his face. I spat into my hand and worked the fluid onto my pussy, making it wet and sloppy, then lowered my pussy onto his mouth. He awoke with a start, not sure what was happening, his arms trapped under my legs.

His reactions made his head jerk up, a sensation I welcomed as it pushed his mouth against my pussy. It only took him a few seconds to remember where he was, and that this was the pussy he had fucked yesterday. He relaxed, and his tongue started flicking in and out of my pussy. I didn’t need any help with lubrication now, my pussy positively dripping.

I raised myself on my knees; his arms still trapped underneath my legs, my pussy about 6 inches from his mouth. He tried to reach up with his mouth, but I was out of range. I slipped two fingers of each hand into my pussy and stretched it wide open, so he had a view right inside me.

“What do you want to do?” I asked

“I want to lick you.” he replied

“Lick what?” I asked, enjoying the teasing as I started to finger fuck myself

“Your pussy.” he murmured

“I can’t hear you, what do you want?” I teased, my pussy squelching with my juices as the fingers slipped in and out.

“I want to lick your pussy, I want your cunt on my face.” he practically begged.

Using one hand to keep my pussy lips apart, I lowered them onto his mouth, and as his tongue entered me I started to fuck his tongue. My free hand, still wet with my pussy juices, went behind my back and found his cock. I became aware he had managed to free his hands, as both hands were now gripping my waist, pulling me tighter onto his mouth. Oh God it felt so good.

“Oh Babe.” I screamed, “keep it there, oh that’s the spot, keep it there, I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum, please , please PLEASE.” The last please being drawn out as my orgasm hit me. My thighs gripped his head as I bucked against his tongue, squeezing every moment of pleasure out off his tongue.

When I was finished I slid down his body, and kissed him passionately. My juices were still on his lips, and in his mouth, and I savoured the flavour and the pleasure. I rolled onto my side, my fingers caressing Tony’s swollen cock.

“Who’s a big boy?” I laughed at him'”You’ve fucked my pussy and my arse, do you want to try my mouth?” I asked, adding “After all I promised you three holes.”

“Oh yes, can I cum in you mouth?” he replied, very excited.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my mouth going straight to his swollen cock, and started to give it some attention. I stroked and teased his cock, enjoying every minute of it, pulling the foreskin back as far as it would go, spitting on it, before deep throating it to the back of my mouth.

Without removing his cock from my mouth I manoeuvred round the bed, so I was kneeling between his legs. Holding his balls and the base of his cock in my left hand, I continued deep throating him, but from this position I could look him straight in the eye.

I wanked him, deep throated him until I gagged, spat on his cock, but not once did my eyes leave his. I felt him start to gyrate against me, and guessed he wasn’t far from cummming.

“OOOHHHH.” I screamed, the scream muffled by the cock in my mouth. David’s cock was in my cunt. No gentle build up, no foreplay, just a cunt suddenly full of a 8″ of hard cock. While I was sucking Tony he just walked up behind me and rammed it straight up my cunt, and it fucking hurt.

As I screamed in pain, Tony lost control, his cum shooting onto my face, some going into my mouth. By David’s third stroke the pain had turned to pleasure, and I was pushing my pussy back to meet every stroke.

I resumed my attention to Tony, squeezing the last drop of cum into my mouth. Tony watched me as I used my fingers to collect the cum on my face and push it into my mouth. I slid up Tony’s body, ensuring that David and his wonderful cock were coming with me, and when I was level with Tony started to kiss him, forcing open his mouth with my tongue, allowing all his cum to dribble back into his mouth. I dribbled some onto his cheek, and then licked it of again, before returning it to his mouth.

I couldn’t speak to David with my mouth full of cum, but I wanted him to cum, I wanted that extra urgency as he pounded me as he came. I reached a hand between my legs and squeezed his balls, at the same time squeezing my cunt lips tightly against his cock.

That did the trick, I felt him tense then he shot his load inside me. He continued to fuck me until he was drained, then I collapsed in a heap on top of Tony.

I really enjoyed my shower, jets of hot water being played on my tits, rivers of water running down to my pussy, the soap occasionally teasing the edge of my pussy lips.

I had had a wonderful fuck, and felt fulfilled, although I knew it would only last until tonight before I needed fucking again. I though of David ramming his cock into my cunt so hard, and the temporary pain it had caused, I must think of a suitable way of repaying him…

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His eyes…burning red as I sit back on the throne, my body open for him to see…his hands start with my hair…running his fingers through, wrapping around the strands as he draws me closer, his hot breath on my forehead. I close my eyes as he kisses..over my eyes, my cheeks then finding my lips, his mouth covering mine…I slip my tongue between his lips and enter his mouth, exploring, finding his tongue and catching it I bite lightly and draw him in deep…tasting him, his growls of passion heard as I start to suck gently, then stronger as I feel his tongue start to grow…its length flickering at the back of my throat. I moan deeply as I feel his hands move down my naked body, he covers my breasts as I lift and mold them into hands that suddenly spread out, covering me fully. His thumb and forefingers manipulating my nipples, rubbing and pinching, they are swelling..filled..the sensitivity heightened as the passion flows over me, the wetness between my legs growing more with each touch…wanting him. My breath catches and I moan again as I feel his palms change..tiny mouths and tongues grow on each..licking and sucking both nipples as his body changes with his leech being set free…a body changing, made for fulfilling a woman, fulfilling himself. Anadolu Yakası Escort His hands, the mouths on each, engulfing my nipples, sucking and biting both..harder…almost drawing blood, I am in a frenzy, the feeling of exquisitness, the ecstasy overcomes me as my legs shudder and I come…soaking the cushion beneath me.

And as if knowing..he moves one hand down…covering me, feeling the wetness leak out of my throbbing body, elongating a finger he quickly slips it in..and again..I wash over him as I feel his finger growing inside…probing me…the tip of the finger having a tongue now…flickering deep inside me…I scream aloud as I feel that…passion over flowing…his one hand still sucking on a nipple…sucking hard..the nipple stretching and swelling, he covers my mouth with his again…cutting off another loud moan…his thumb…it changes into another mouth that covers my swollen clit and while being licked, sucked and entered I cry out from under his lips, violently as a massive climax flows from me, my body trembling hard, my come flooding over him, drenching him..my hands gripping the arms of the throne so hard that they are bloodless.

He quickly moves down and covers me with his mouth, drinking Avrupa Yakası Escort me in, tongue searching..playing with my clit as his finger is still deep inside of me…the tongue there continuing as well. I feel his hardness…his cock against my leg “I want to taste you” I throatily say and I suddenly feel myself being turned on the throne, my legs thrown open wide over the back of the chair and my head dangling over the bottom…I see him in front of my face..reaching out to me, I quickly take my hands and bring him to my open mouth…running my tongue over… then inside…the tip opening enough for me to slip my tongue inside…then with a thrust of his hips…he rams his cock into my mouth, stopping only at the back of my throat, I swallow greedily and move my head so that he fills me more, sucking his cock with passion and then moaning loudly as I feel his mouth again on me…his fingers spreading me open, sucking on my clit with equal passion then using his tongue, enters deeply – it changes..becomming a cock itself as he fucks me with his mouth…I suck harder on him, almost screaming again as I am being fucked…his hands both back on my nipples…sucking…his cock ramming faster in my throat and his tongue İstanbul Escort fucking me harder as his lips grab my clit and sucks…another climax hits as I feel his come hitting the back of my throat…wave upon wave hits me…my body violently shuddering, neither of us stopping…continuing to suck.

Then picking me up, he roughly lays me over the side of the throne..entering me from behind, sliding in noisily as I am slick with come, fucking me hard..roughly, hands covering each breast…the hands still the same, then moving a hand to my mouth as it changes again into a cock…I almost faint as I am being fucked now…my mouth and my cunt, both equally…both roughly…his mouth now..biting and sucking on my neck…his palm biting and sucking my nipple…I am being filled….from everywhere…I cannot hold any longer…my body shaking as a roar escapes his lips, the leech fully emerged, my body feeling like it is being split in two as I take him all in, we fall back to the ground as the explosion hits…his cock still buried inside me…the massive throbs forcing his come deep inside me…as is his finger….coming from the cock there as well…filling my mouth…forcing me to swallow so as not to choke as I lay atop him…I cry out one last time as the last of the orgasms hits….and continues….

We are both spent, both soaked with the fluids of the other…he turns my body around to face him and kisses me deeply…I look into his eyes, running a hand over his face… “My Lord…, My Body…Soul, My Love…yours forever…”

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Author’s note: To better understand what is going on, I would encourage you to start with the first chapter and read through. This is part of a series. It was never intended to be a stand-alone story even though it reads like one. Thanks for taking the time to read my work and please vote. If you feel the need to criticize, please make it constructive criticism. This is my first attempt at writing a series, and I know I could use some improvement.

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Kate woke without the normal horny feelings she usually had. She didn’t feel the slightest urge to masturbate. She rolled over and came face to face with her angel, Jane. Jane looked so peaceful with her eyes closed.

Kate stared at her and a warm feeling came over her. She thought back to yesterday and what had happened. She reached down and touched herself and thought. “Hmm. Not too painful.” At that moment, she realized her ass didn’t hurt that bad either. “I think I’ll make it through the day.” She thought.

She admired Jane’s long blond hair. It was so straight and gracefully draped over her body. Her lips were full and soft. Kate always loved the way Jane kissed her. She wondered what it would be like to make love to her, to have Jane make love to her instead of this brutal fucking she got every now and again. She let that thought slip away as she continued to look at Jane. Her eyebrows were blond so Kate new she was a true blond. She looked at her breasts. They were firm and her nipples were semi hard and poking into her tank top. Lying on her side showed her very curvy body and nice hips. Everything about Jane shouted beauty. Kate reached over and kissed her lower lip. Jane stirred.

Blinking a couple of times Jane finally opened her eyes completely. She smiled at Kate, “Good morning,” she whispered.

Kate whispered back, “Good morning.”

“How do you feel this morning?”

“Surprisingly good.”

“I hope you’re not too sore.”

“I think I’ll be able to manage.”

They were both still whispering.

“I’m going to have to go. I need to get Jason off to school and my prick of a husband off to work. Can I borrow a different t-shirt? Something happened to the one I wore over. I wonder what that was,” as she winked at Jane.

Jane chuckled, “Yeah, they’re in the closet. Just pick one out.”

“Thanks,” she said as she bent over and kissed Jane’s forehead.

Kate climbed out of bed and went to the closet. She pulled out a local Springfield Longhorns t-shirt. She walked out of the closet and held it up for Jane. “I’m taking this one.”

“That’s fine.” Jane watched as Kate removed the t-shirt she wore to bed. She watched as her tits bounced as she moved. That excited her and she reached down and touched herself pulling on her nipples. She didn’t bother to hide it, and when Kate pulled the other shirt on, she saw Jane playing with herself. She reached over and grabbed her sweat pants off the dresser never taking her eyes off Jane. By now, Jane had one hand on her now exposed tits, and the other hand was fingering her pussy lips through her panties. Kate pulled her sweat pants on and walked towards the bed. Jane now had her panties off and was fingering her pussy.

Kate bent down and took a nipple in her mouth and nibbled on it as she whispered to Jane. “I’ll make you come Ms. Dawson, but you’ll have to come quick.” She moved her hand down to replace Jane’s. When she felt Jane’s pussy, it was already soaked.

Jane managed a low moan as Kate’s finger entered her pussy. “Mmm thank you.”

Kate wasted no time. One thing she knew was how to masturbate. She had one hand on Jane’s tits and the other inside her soaked pussy. She had the other nipple in her mouth and she worked feverishly on Jane and quickly brought her closer to orgasm. Her fingers alternated between fucking her pussy and rubbing her clit. Jane breathed in gasps as Kate fingered her cunt. She drove three fingers deep into Jane’s pussy and Jane arched her back and exploded on Kate’s fingers. Kate felt the cum ooze from around her fingers as Jane bucked and writhed under Kate’s direction. Jane’s body spasmed as her orgasms drug on. Kate expertly worked Jane’s clit and caused Jane to come over and over again. Jane got to the point of completion and she reached down and grabbed Kate’s hand. Kate’s fingers stopped, and she pulled them out of her dripping cunt.

She brought her fingers to her nose and inhaled Jane’s scent. “Feel better now?”

She offered her soaked fingers to Jane who took them in her mouth and licked them clean. She brought them back to her nose where she could still smell Jane’s essence. She stuck one finger at a time in her mouth and licked it clean.

“You know the difference between you and me?”

Jane couldn’t speak. She just shook her head.

“I’m an addict. I do it because I have to. You’re a nympho. You do it because you love it. Thanks for letting me make you come.”

Jane shook her head again. Still gasping for air, Bostancı Escort she whispered, “No, thank you.”

Kate bent down and kissed Jane’s lower lip and whispered, “One of these days you and I are going to make love. Right now I need to go.” She stood up and looked at Jane. “Thank you for everything you do for me.” Then she turned and walked out of the room.

It was just now sunup and the sky was clear as Kate climbed into her Yukon and started it up. She sat there for a moment letting the events of the last twenty-four hours race through her mind. Everything paused when she got to Jane’s orgasm this morning. She knew before everything spun out of control again she wanted to make love to Jane. In all this time, Jane helped her, but they never actually made love to each other. She knew Jane was ready and so was she. She slipped the shifter into drive and headed home to face her shit head husband.

She pulled into the driveway and pushed the garage door opener. As the door opened, she could see John’s truck was still there. She climbed out of the SUV and walked into the quiet house. Nobody was awake which was perfect for her. She made a pot of coffee and headed for her bedroom. Trying to get into her normal routine, she quickly stripped and climbed in the shower. She let the water flow over her body and reveled at the lack of sexual feelings. She thought to herself. “This feels really good.” She didn’t have to deny the urge to masturbate because it didn’t exist. She quickly showered and dressed pulling on her normal work attire. She stopped by Jason’s room as she headed to the kitchen just like she did every day.

“Rise and shine little man. It’s a school day.” She heard a moan come from under the covers.

John walked in and grabbed a cup from the cabinet and walked over to the coffee pot. “You okay?” He asked in a very direct tone.

“Yeah. I feel better this morning. And by the way, thanks for picking up Jason yesterday.”

Nonchalantly he replied, “No problem,” but then in a stern voice, he said, “You need to go see Doc Donald about those migraines. Seems like you’ve been getting them more and more these days.”

She thought, “If he only knew what those migraines were.” She responded, “I’ll make an appointment for next week. What do you have going on today?”

“We’re trying to get basements poured before cold weather sets in. That way we’ll have work to carry us through the winter. We’re pouring two in Walsh this morning and one in Pritchette this afternoon. I’m hoping to have five or six more poured before the season ends. I probably won’t be home before six or so. Where are you today?”

“I’m making up two appointments that I cancelled yesterday plus my regular patients I normally have on Tuesday’s, but they’re all in town.”

Jason walked in and sat down at the table. Kate grabbed a bowl and some cereal and set them down. She grabbed the milk from the refrigerator and placed it on the table as well. “Good morning Jason.”

In a sleepy voice he spoke, “Morning mom.”

John piped in, “Good morning son.”

“Morning dad.” He poured his cereal and milk and didn’t say anything else.

John said, “Well I need to get going. I’ll see you two later tonight.” He turned and headed into the garage.

Kate pressured Jason, “Hurry up and finish eating. We need to get going.” He finished his breakfast and headed off to get his backpack. She finished fixing his lunch and when he returned, she shoved the lunch bag in his hand and headed towards the garage.

She dropped him at school and headed to the office. When she got there Glenda was in the office. She looked up as Kate walked in, “You okay this morning?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. I just had a migraine hit me in the middle of the day.”

“I know. Jane Dawson called me. You have a load today.”

“I know. I’ll get through it.”

“I know you will. You always do. Have you thought about seeing Dr. Donald about those migraines? You’ve been having them a lot here recently.”

“Yeah. I told John I would make an appointment next week to get checked out.” She knew in a week everyone would forget about this, so she wouldn’t make the appointment. She ducked into her office where she could relax for a moment.

She set out to call Carly and Grady to set up her make up appointments. She hated having to make them up, but she knew she had to. She knew her addiction would be back in full strength soon, and she had to stay on track. With her appointments in order, she stopped by Glenda’s office, “If you need me, call my cell. I’ll be out in the field for a couple of days.”

Glenda nodded, “I have it right here. Let me know if you need anything.” She knew Kate was good at what she did and never had to worry about her doing her job.

Kate left the office and climbed into her car. She went about making up her missed appointments and meeting her current ones. She was on top of her game and not hesitating for a minute for extra curricular activities. Ümraniye Escort She felt in control of her life and not controlled by her addiction. She breezed through today, and thought about tomorrow. “Oh shit,” she thought, “I have to see Jake tomorrow.”

Her mind raced, “What am I going to tell him? What kind of excuse could she make up to get her through the next session with him?” She pondered.

She finally came up with an answer. “She had to tell him the truth. She had to tell him about Jane. She didn’t want to lose Jake’s trust. She liked him and wanted him to help her later on. Not like Jane, but to really help her with her addiction. She wanted him to feed her addiction.” She decided, “If he got persistent, she would suck him off. She would deep throat his cock and let him explode in her mouth.”

She had feelings for Jake. It scared her, but she was not willing to lose him as a client. No matter how scared she got of these feelings, she needed to explore them. She needed to see how real they were.

She scurried through her day. She picked up Jason from football practice and made it home in time to fix a nice dinner. After she cleaned up and put everything away. She sat down with Jason to enjoy an episode of Glee. She ignored John all evening, and there were only a couple of stares from him that reinforced her hatred for him.

She thought, “If I could divorce his ass and fuck him in the process, I would do it in a heartbeat.” She feared him and what he could do to her in this small town. She knew he could hurt her with his contacts and power in this little Midwest town. She knew, when he was done with her, she wouldn’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of, so she smiled at him as if everything was fine.

She got Jason to bed and headed to her retreat in the master bedroom, a place she felt comfortable and safe. She bolted the door. She had the locks replaced when he forfeited the room. She wanted to feel safe, as she didn’t trust him.

Once the door was locked she relaxed. She stripped and put on a loose fitting spaghetti strapped nightgown. She brushed her nipples and felt nothing. She pulled on them and still felt nothing. This disappointed her a little bit. Kate thought about everything for a minute. She was amazed at the lack of feeling. She felt empty, undesirable, and unattractive. She missed the urges and the desires she usually carried around with her, and there was no tingling in her pussy.

She thought, “Jane really did fuck me up.” She slipped her hand inside her panties and touched her pussy. It was dry. She tried to shove her finger inside herself but it was too dry. “Damn,” She thought, “This is fucked up.” She moved her fingers to her clit and rubbed it. There were no stimulating feelings. She didn’t react to her own fondling. She attributed it to Jane’s activities the day before. She felt disappointed and resolved to rolling over and going to sleep. Tomorrow was a new day.

Kate slept well. She didn’t experience or act on any sexual urges during the night or that morning; However, she still felt unsatisfied and unfulfilled. She felt a part of what defined her was being denied. She eventually brushed it off and went about her daily routine. She got John and Jason off to work and school and set about her daily routine. She stopped by the office to drop off the paper work for the previous day and pick up today’s files. She set out for her daily sessions. Her first stop of the day was Jake.

She was nervous. How was she going to handle the appointment when she didn’t need to have sex? Jane diminished her desire for sex to the size of a microorganism, and Jake was expecting the best physical therapist in the county. She thought about what she decided the night before and went with that solution.

She pulled up in front of Jake’s house. The walk to the front porch looked longer than it did the previous visit. She slid out of her SUV and headed towards the door. She knew she had to take control of today or it was not going to go well. She didn’t want to experience what she had imagined would be the response from Jake. She reached the front door and didn’t hesitate to push the doorbell. Jake answered the door wearing the shorts she had instructed him to wear in their last session and nothing else. She stood there and soaked in this handsome man. She couldn’t help but look him over and noticed his semi hard cock and muscular legs. She immediately brought her eyes to his. She mustered a muffled, “Hi.”

He opened the screen door and motioned for her to enter. She walked through the door and removed her flip-flops and left them next to the door. Without saying a word, she shuffled past Jake and stopped in the middle of the room. She looked around and everything was exactly as she remembered it. She didn’t hesitate a moment and dropped her bag beside his favorite blue Lazy Boy lounge chair.

She unzipped her bag and reached in and grabbed the two sheets she had Anadolu Yakası Escort placed in there this morning. She spread them out side-by-side on the floor and motioned for Jake to take his place on one. “Did you go over the stretching exercise sheet I left with you?”

He looked at her and responded, “Yes I did.”

“Good. We are going to work on those today, and I’m going to do them with you so you can see the correct form. Is there somewhere I can change?”

He pointed to a door, “Yeah, use the front bedroom.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out some clothes and disappeared into the adjoining room. Jake patiently waited for her to return. Within minutes she appeared in a pair of white, very tight, short shorts and a white wife beater tank top. The bottoms of her ass cheeks were teasingly exposed. Jake could tell she wasn’t wearing panties, as her pussy formed the perfect camel toe under her shorts. She was also braless. Her tank top was thin enough he cold make out the nice brown areolas and saw her nipples pressing against her top. They weren’t quite hard, but they were clearly defined. He remembered sucking on them and relished the thought of doing it again. This vision of her and the thoughts of the other day brought Jake’s cock to life. He quickly turned away from her so he would not embarrass himself. She walked up beside him and spread out her arms. She motioned for them to spread out a little bit to give each other more room, and Jake slid over some more.

“Alright, let’s start with the neck. We’re going to do each one of these for a five count. Left ear to the left shoulder as far as you can go.” Leaning her head over to touch her ear to her shoulder, “For five, and four, and three, and two, and one.”

She brought her right ear to her right shoulder. “Right ear to the right shoulder now, for five, and four, and three, and two, and one.”

Bringing her chin to her chest she said. “Now your chin to your chest, for five, and four, and three, and two, and one.”

“Okay, and pull your head back and look at the ceiling, for five, and four, and three, and two, and one.”

“Very good Jake,” as she turned and faced Jake, “Face me Jake and hands at your side.”

Jake turned and faced Kate not saying a word.

“Let’s roll the shoulders forward, for five, and four, and three, and two, and one.

“Rear Shoulder rolls now, for five, and four, and three, and two, and one. Great.”

They continued to stretch arms, legs, and back muscles. They worked all parts of their bodies. Once the stretching routines were done, she looked at Jake, “You broke a sweat.”

Jake looked down at the beads of sweat on his chest, “Huh, I guess I did. But look at you, cool as a cucumber.”

Kate laughed, “And your point is?” She had done this routine so many times that she rarely broke a sweat any more.

Jake just chuckled and headed to the other room. “I’m going to grab a towel and some water. Would you like a bottle of water?”

“That would be nice. Thanks.”

Jake returned in a minute with two bottles of water. He had obviously rinsed off and had a towel neatly draped around his neck. He handed a bottle to Kate and twisted the cap off of his. He brought the bottle to his lips and tipped it taking a long draw on it emptying almost half of it before he stopped. “What’s next?”

Kate looked at her watch. It had only been thirty minutes. “We’re done for today Jake.”

Jake moved closer to her. He looked at her puzzled. “This is it? That’s all we’re doing?” He reached his arms out and pulled Kate into him.

Kate felt his warm body pressed against hers, and she had to come up with something quick before this spiraled out of control. She felt his cock grow hard against her, and it did nothing for her. She did not even feel a twinge in her not so delicate pussy.

“Jake. Lie down on the sheet for me.”

“Gladly,” Jake replied as he lay down on his back.

Kate straddled Jake’s legs and looked hard at Jake. “I need to tell you something, but first I want you to come in my mouth.” As she said that, she grabbed Jake’s shorts and pulled them down. Jake’s cock sprang out and bounced off his stomach. He had a full erection and Kate reached out and grabbed it wrapping her fingers around his hard cock. “It looks like you are glad to see me Jake.”

Jake smiled as she stroked his cock. He was amazed at how expertly she worked his cock. It didn’t take long and Jake felt the very beginnings of his orgasm. Kate knew this and lowered her head. She could see the clear slimy pre-cum oozing from the head of his cock. She stuck her tongue out and licked his cum hole at the head of his cock taking the pre-cum onto her tongue and quickly retracting her tongue back into her mouth.

She tasted the salty fluid and wanted more. She drove her tongue into his cum hole and tried to get more. She lowered her head down and enveloped his head with her mouth. She sucked his cock hard like trying to suck a milkshake through a tiny straw. She wanted more of that pre-cum. When she realized there was no more, she slowly lowered her head even further taking his cock deeper inside her mouth. It reached the back of her throat, and she expertly opened her throat and let him penetrate her even further.

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There was a loud thud and Sven looked up from his laptop.

“Mimi?”

“Hey.”

“There you are.” Sven shut his laptop and walked out of the kitchen, it was 9:00pm and Mimi was only just back from work.

“Hey baby, I was getting worried. It’s already – oh god. What happened?”

“Ugh.” Mimi’s face crumpled and she slid onto the hall floor, her eyes empty and her shoulders slumped forward. “I just…”

There was a crack in her voice and Sven winced.

“Oh sweetheart, no. Come here.” He sat against the wall next to her and pulled her into him, resting his chin against the side of her forehead, “Don’t cry sweetie. Shhh.”

Mimi sobbed loudly, trying to hold it in. She hated crying in front of Sven, but it was too late, there threatened to be a full blown crying jag if she wasn’t careful. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her temple gently.

“I’m so sorry.” She gulped, “I just- oh god, I’m so tired and I’ve had such a horrible week and-“

“Hey come on. It can’t be that bad.” Sven turned her face to him and she blinked up at him, tears running down her cheeks. He smiled and wiped them away, stroking her hair gently. “Come here. Stand up.”

Sven stood up and helped Mimi to her feet, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the sofa.

“Come on.” He whispered, “Everything is going to be okay. I promise. You’re home now.”

Sven lay her gently on the edge of the sofa and pulled her shoes off, placing them neatly at the side of the coffee table.

“Mimi, you need to stop doing this. You can’t work so hard.” He rubbed her leg and smiled up at her softly. “You can’t take care of everyone, you know.”

“But-“

“Shh baby.” Sven smiled and raised a finger to her cheek, stroking her face softly. Mimi shut her eyes and leant into him, sighing. Wishing desperately that she didn’t look like such a mess.

“Oh…” she whispered.

“Oh what?” Sven asked, sitting next to her and pulling off her jacket, laying it down on the coffee table.

“I just can’t believe I have you.” She blushed.

Sven sighed and rubbed her back through her shirt, kissing her neck, his arms pulling her backward towards him. “Well, you know, you do.”

Mimi blushed and hung her head, sniffing and pulling her hair out of her face.

“Now lie down.” Sven instructed, standing up and swinging her feet onto the sofa. “Tonight, it’s your turn. Tonight I’m looking after you.”

“No, Sven, really, I’m fine. I-” Mimi lay her hand against Sven’s chest and sat up, gasping.

“Stop it.” He chided, “Stop trying to be a hero and lie down.” He pushed her back into the pillows and kissed her gently on the mouth. “Now, let’s take off this stupid work shirt.” He whispered, pulling open the buttons gently.

Mimi furrowed her brow and watched him pull open the tiny white buttons, she raised her hand to reach for them herself İstanbul Escort but he batted them aside and pressed her hands into the sofa. He shook his head silently and she conceded, letting him pull the white shirt off her, shivering against the air in the room. Sven rubbed her arms and kissed her again, moving his mouth down her neck, leaving behind a trail of minute kisses.

“I’m going to make everything go away.” He whispered, pulling at the zipper on her skirt and slipping the crackling fabric over her thighs. Mimi sniffed and smiled at him, blushing. No one had ever done this for her before and she found herself embarrassed by it, a strange, stark relic from her upbringing, cold and religious and full of the merits of that strange Catholic ideal of hard work.

She watched as the skirt fell to the floor and Sven folded it, placing it with the jacket and shirt on the table.

“Oh, you needn’t do this.” She whined again, rubbing Sven’s shoulder, “You needn’t. What are you doing stripping me off, like this?”

“Don’t be silly,” Sven looked up and Mimi shivered a little as she looked into his eyes. “Of course I should do this. You spend so much damn time looking after everyone else, who the hell is going to look after you, huh? Mimi, you’ll burn yourself out. Let go a little, hmm?” Sven slid his fingers into the rubber band of her hold up and gave her a lopsided smile. “You won’t go to hell for it, I promise.”

Mimi gasped and sobbed loudly again, “Oh god, no, it’s just- “

“Oh,” Sven reached forward and stroked her face, “I didn’t mean to set you off, it’s just that…”

“I know.” Mimi sobbed and looked up at him, “I know.”

Sven squeezed her hand and ran his thumb over the back of her hand, “Now let me finish these, okay?”

He pulled the bands of her stockings down and folded them with her other clothes, massaging the red welts they left with his thumb.

Mimi sank into the cushions and smiled,

“There,” Sven whispered, “That’s it…kitten, just relax.”

Mimi sank into the sofa and sniffed, the sticky trails of tears shining on her face, smiling up at Sven. He shook out a blanket and pulled it over her before leaning down to plant a kiss on her mouth, slow and gentle, with just a trace of stubble skimming her lip. Mimi rubbed his cheek in her palm and smiled at him, looking into his eyes.

“I like it when you look a little bit rugged, you know.” She drawled, whispering softly, pulling him in again.

“Hmm. Really? That’s good to know.” Sven kissed her lazily and rubbed her arm. “Wait here.”

He kissed her on the forehead and squeezed her shoulder before walking across the living room to the kitchen. Mimi watched him leave and then sighed, sinking under the blanket, trying to will away her headache. She wiped her eyes and let herself enjoy the silence that seemed so static and Kadıköy Escort loud after the day she’d had. She couldn’t remember the last time that she’d done nothing. Indeed, she always felt slightly guilty when that happened. She chided herself for being so silly, for feeling sorry for herself but then she wondered if actually, this was better out than in. She was so tense she couldn’t think straight.

There was a loud click and the sound of a cupboard slamming and then the soft crish crish crish of Sven walking back across the carpet. Mimi looked up and saw that he was holding a tray piled high with what she couldn’t see.

“Here,” Sven placed the tray on the coffee table and handed Mimi a mug of hot tea. “Drink it. It’ll calm you down.” He kissed her temple and perched on the edge of the sofa next to her. “I got you a t shirt and some food too.” He beamed, gesturing towards the tray.

“Aww. Baby, that’s so cute.” Mimi blushed again and put her tea on the table. “Thank you.” She squeezed his hand and he unfurled the big grey t shirt that Mimi wore to bed sometimes. She took it from him and put it on, pulling her bra through her sleeve.

“Better?” Sven smiled and watched as she flung her bra towards the rest of her clothes on the floor.

“Much.” Mimi smiled and tucked her legs underneath her, twisting around to lie against Sven’s shoulder. “Thank you, sweetie.” She kissed his cheek and he hugged her tight, leaving his arms wrapped around her, watching as she picked a thing sliver of chocolate from the tray.

“I didn’t know we had this. I thought it was gone.”

“Nope. There’s soup there for you too.”

“aww.” Mimi whined again and kissed Sven on the mouth, her other hand resting gently on his stomach. She ran her hand around his waist, her fingers catching the edge of his shirt. He pushed his fingers into her hair and scooped her up against him.

“Hmmm.” She sighed, “Baby, need you.” She moaned, “Need you so bad.”

“You sure?” Sven’s breath caught in his throat, hot and heavy and thick with lust, “Mimi, are you-“

“Stop it.” She sighed, grabbing his face and pushing herself onto his thigh, grinding against him, sucking his lip impatiently, “Stop being so polite.”

Sven moaned and picked her up, banging his leg on the coffee table and swearing low against Mimi’s neck. She wrapped her legs around him and purred happily as he strode towards the bedroom with her.

There was a slam and Mimi felt Sven crawl next to her on the cold sheets, nibbling her neck and pulling off his jeans eagerly. She twisted herself around and pulled off his t-shirt, running her fingers through his chest hair and purring happily against him, sucking his neck and rubbing him through the thin fabric of his boxers.

“Oh baby,” Sven sighed and pulled her panties off, brushing her slit with his fingers and she sighed happily Ataşehir Escort against him, rubbing his chest.

“Want you…in the ass.” She whispered, “Do me, baby, please. “

Sven flipped her over and pushed up her t-shirt rubbing her boobs hungrily and kissing her neck. Mimi whined again and Sven straddled her, reaching around her thigh and plunging his fingers into her slit.

“Oh god baby,” Mimi whispered, “Just what I need.”

Sven rubbed his hard on against her naked thigh and inserted his wet finger into Mimi’s ass, the tight ring of muscle giving way under his touch, Mimi whined and arched her back into him as he slid into her, adding a second finger, pushing at her hole enthusiastically. He rubbed her shoulder with his free hand and pushed her gently downwards so that her face lay against the cool sheets.

“You make me so hard when you do that.” He whispered.

“Hmm.” Mimi whined again and rubbed her bottom against his thigh. He kissed her side and straddled her, pushing his thick cock into her tight hole, shuddering with pleasure as she wailed under him.

“Uuuugggggghhhhuuu. Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh…oh…ugh…baby.” Mimi twined her fingers into his and ground against him, angling herself up onto his cock as he pushed into her, tangling himself around her, pushing one arm up into the pillows and reaching forward with the other.

Mimi groaned against him and arched her neck into his mouth as she met his thrusts, clenching against him, making him moan and buck and curse, hot and perfect against her neck. Sven ran his free hand down her thigh and pushed open her legs, his fingers finding her clit in the dark, making her whine out for him, reaching backward and pulling him tight against her as they fucked. Mimi sighed and felt everything rush out of her as he held her against him, tangled together, writhing and groaning in the dark. The contact of their skin comforting, like coming home, Mimi thought.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck….going to come.” Sven grunted against her, his hand pressed against her thigh, gripping her hard as he came, hot and wet in her. Mimi whined and clenched against him as he filled her, sliding herself against his cock, moving herself so that the tip of his member hit that sweet spot inside of her that made her stomach fizz and her nipples harden. Sven rubbed her hard, crushing her boobs in his palms and nibbling greedily on her neck. She’d have a huge bruise in the morning, but she didn’t care, getting it was too good. She felt her stomach tighten again and she shook against him, whining and grunting and cursing louder than usual, telling him how fucking good he felt inside of her as the world caved in around her.

She wailed and then fell silent against him, curled up against his body, moaning happily.

“Svenny?” she drawled.

“Hmm-hm?” The larger man kissed her cheek and cuddled her tight, “What?”

“Never let me go, okay?” she whispered, snuggling against him.

Sven smiled in the dark and kissed her hair again, feeling her relax against his chest.

“Never.” He whispered, rubbing her thigh gently, ” I never will.” He promised, “Never let you go.”

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Michelle and Brian had been dating a few months and we really enjoying each other. This particular night, they went out for a good dinner and then caught a movie. The movie was a typical chick flick and Michelle had promised she’d make it up to Brian. Throughout the movie, Michelle caressed his leg, causing him to have a semi hard cock by the time they left the theatre.

They drove to her place and made their way in, kissing, laughing and groping. Once inside, Michelle pushed Brian away from her for a short time.

“I want to make love to you.”

“I want you too Chelle.”

“No, not like that. I want to make love to you without you doing anything.”

“You want to tie me up or something?”

“No, I just want you to let me love you, all of you, all over. I want you to let me do that until you absolutely can’t stand it anymore.”

“Okay, I think I can handle that.”

“I did promise I’d make it up to you for putting up with my girly movie.”

“That you did.”

“Then shut up and enjoy.”

With that, Michelle started running her hands on his torso, kissing him lightly every so often. She slowly undid the buttons on his shirt, making sure to touch every area of his torso. As she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, she went behind him to pull it off. Then, she caressed his back, planting kisses on his shoulders. She reached around and caressed his torso again. She reached up and teased his nipples, causing him to moan. She took her time, caressing his back, his front, his arms and kissing him lightly everywhere.

Finally, she tugged at his belt. He went to help her and she slapped his hand away.

“No, no. I get the privilege to do it my way and my speed. Now unless you’re already at the point where you can’t stand it anymore, let me Kartal Escort keep going. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Brian just groaned and let her continue. Slowly, she finished undoing his belt and undoing his jeans. She still took the time to caress his firm ass through the fabric first. By the time she had his jeans, socks and underwear off, Brian was sporting a major hard-on. She avoided the obvious and caressed his now bare legs and ass. Of course, with the caressing came kisses, everywhere but where he wanted them most.

“You’re driving me insane, Chelle.”

“Surely, you have a bit more endurance than that!”

“Okay!”

Michelle gently guided him to the bed and pushed him onto it. She continued to caress him and kiss random parts, loving every part of his body. She used her long hair to tease goosebumps out of his skin, tickling him here and there with it.

Finally, she touched his painfully erect cock. It immediately twitched in response to her light touch. Brian groaned.

“Please Chelle, touch it, touch me. “

“You can’t seriously have reached the point where you can’t take it anymore!”

“God Chelle, you’re driving me nuts here!”

Michelle smiled and continued touching all around his cock, caressing his inner legs, his groin, yet avoiding what he most wanted her to touch. Then, she disappointed him by moving up on the bed, away from his cock. She slowly undressed and when he tried to reach for her, she stopped him.

“Oh no! You’re only allowed the visual!”

“I like the visual.”

Michelle smiled “Good!”

She stripped for him, taking her time. Then, she bent over him, allowing her dangling breasts to rub against his torso and teasing him. She rubbed them all over and then went lower Tuzla Escort and rubbed them on his legs and finally, on his cock. By this time, his cock had started leaking precum. After teasing it with her breasts, she finally reached for it with her hand, rubbing it along the length. Instantly, Brian lifted his hips off the bed.

“No, sweetie, you don’t get to create friction for yourself, you have to let me do that, when I’m good and ready.”

She wrapped her hand around his cock and gently caressed him up and down, spreading the precum on his length. She kissed his inner thigh, and then finally, she kissed his balls, causing him to let out a loud groan and again, lift off the bed. She continued her teasing, touching him here and there, kissing him everywhere, focusing on his cock for short periods of time and then going to his arms, to his nipples, to his legs, to his hands and fingers and then back. His breathing was shallow. She could tell that her teasing was torture, but sweet torture. However, she realized that there was just so long he could take this and she planned on pushing it as far as she could.

When she took his rock hard cock into her mouth, he let out a loud sigh that sounded like relief. Michelle smiled, knowing he was figuring on her giving his release with her mouth but that wasn’t her plan. She didn’t keep him in her mouth for very long, switching back to caressing him with her breasts and then using her hands to pull his cock between her breasts and wrapping the breasts around his cock, providing some friction, yet not enough to give him the release he was no longer wanting but starting to need.

“Chelle, I don’t think I can hold on much longer. I need to be inside you, baby. I really need it bad.”

“Hang on Anadolu Yakası Escort a little longer, I\m not done demonstrating to your body just how much I love it and how much it turns me on.”

Michelle continued caressing him, kissing him, licking him. But at this time, she also snuck a hand down to her core and started rubbing herself. Brian noticed.

“Hey, you’re cheating!”

“No I’m not. I’m getting myself ready for when you can’t stand it anymore.”

“I already can’t Chelle. I need you. I need to be inside you.”

“Not yet. Just hang on a bit more.”

Michelle resumed her sweet torture on his body. Kissing, licking and generally teasing him mercilessly. Every time she felt him tense up, she’d stop whatever she was doing and move to something or somewhere else.

“Chelle, seriously, I’m dangerously close to losing it here.”

“Mmmmm, music to my ears.”

Yet, she still didn’t give him the release he so craved and continued with her teasing. After a few more minutes, he finally reached his breaking point.

“That’s it you little tease, I can’t wait anymore and you are going to allow me to come!” By the time he was done saying his sentence, he had flipped her over on the bed and was pushing into her. She was wet. In fact, she was positively molten, on fire for him. She’d been waiting for him to reach that point. As he pushed all the way in, she wrapped her legs around him and did the same with her arms, pulling him close. He plunged in and out of here fast and furious, pushing both of them over the delicious edge they’d been riding for the last half hour.

As they both slowed and caught their breaths, Michelle smiled.

“It was about time you fucked me!”

“What do you mean? You told me to allow you to do what you wanted until I couldn’t stand it anymore!”

“Exactly.”

“You mean the whole plan was for me to take over?|

“Yup!”

“You know I’ll get revenge on you one day, don’t you?”

“Looking forward to it. Now tell me something, was it worth the wait?”

“Oh yeah.”

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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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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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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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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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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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