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Balıkesirden Evli Sevgilim Ve Ben – 1

Slm Ben onur Balıkesirde yasiyorum 37 yasında evli biriyim Biliyorum evli birinin arayis icinde olmasi hic hos birsey degil ama evli olupta hayatinda bircok eksiklik olan kisiler beni cok iyi anlayacaklardir. Guzel bir sosyal cevre aile ve iliskiler olmasina ragmen dısaridan cok mutlu gorunmeme ragmen icimde yanginlar vardi cinsel hayatimiz cogu evlilikte oldugu gibi cok sıradan sanki gorev gibi yapılan birsey olmustu hani evliyim yapmaliyim yapalim bitsin tarzinda tabiki kabul etmek gerekir erkek yada kadin farketmez her insanin sekse bakıs acisi hayatindaki onemi farklidir kimi icin birinci siradayken kimi icinse olmasada olur seklindedir bizim evliligimizde bu sekildeydi . Zamanla ne kadar ugrastıysamda bu durumu degistiremedim .
İnternet ve bilgisayarla birlikte bende bazi arayislar icine girdim Sosyal medya sayesinde bir hanimla tanıstım ismi hulya idi (tabiki gercek ismini yazmiyorum ) Hulya benim gibi evli 43 yasında 163 boy 73 kilo balıketli hos bir hanimdi cok guzel oldugu soylenemez bircok insan icin ama zaten benim icin fiziksel guzellikten daha onemli olan hissetmek uyusmak tenine dokunabilmek daha onemlisi ruhuna dokunabilmek .Hulya ile onceleri havadan sudan sohbetler ediyorduk daha sonra birbirimize guvendikce daha ozel konulardan konusmaya basladik . Hulyada benim gibi ilgisizlikten sikilmis doya doya cinsellige ac biriydi esiyle erken yasta evlenmis kaba saba bir adamla bir omur geciriyordu esinin kendisinin isteklerine arzularina asla onem vermedigini zoraki bir evlilik surdurdugunu soyluyordu.aslinda cinselligi cok sevdigini doya doya fantezilerle birlikte sevismek istedigini doymak doyurmak istedigini belirtiyordu Artik hemen hergun internetten birbirimizle sohbet ediyor fantezilerimizden isteklerimizden konusuyorduk .Sehrimizin kucuk bir sehir olmasinden ve ikimizinde evli olmasi cekindigimiz korktugumuz cok sey olmasindan dolayi bulusmak istesekte cok cesaret edemiyorduk.
Zamanla birbirimizi tanıdık ve guvendik artık yazısmalarimiz yetmiyor birbirimizi deli gibi arzuluyor ama ikimizde hayatımıza bir zarar gelmeden kırmadan dokmeden birşeyler yasamak konusunda anlastık.Hulya ile kamerada sohbet edip birbirimizi tatmin ediyorduk ama artik yetmiyordu o benim vucudumu ben onun vucudunu defalarca gormustuk bulusmadan once belki size garip gelecek ama cok degisik bir olay yasadik tatlari kokuları cok severim cinsellikte icine girip cıkmak degil saatlerce opmek yalamak dilimle doymak doyurmak isterim Hulyaya sik sıik amini yalamak istiyorum kokunu istiyorum derdim ve birgun onu kilodunu bana vermesi konusunda ikna ettim 3 gun boyunca aynı kilodu giymesini istedim ve bu 3 gun boyunca musait oldugumuzda karsilikli olmadigimizda beni dusunerek masturbasyon yapacak onun o guzel amcıgının kokusu tadi kilodunun uzerine sinecekti Gorusecegimiz gun yine kamera actik onu nasil sikmek istedigimi konusurken hulyada kilodunun uzerinden amini parmakliyordu zatan bir iki gundur ayni kilodu giydiginden ve o an cok azmis sekilde karsilikli konusmalarimizdan kiloduundaki islakligi kameradan gorebiliyordum Oda Bende kameradan iccamasirimiza bosaldik ve simdi hic gorusmedigim hulya ile camasirlarimizi degis tokus edecektik bu dusunce hulyayi cıldırtıyordu kocasi onunla dogru duzgun sevismezken bir erkegin kendisinin kirli kilodunu amcıgını kokusunu tadini deli gibi arzulamasi onu cok tahrik ediyordu Esiyle sadece msiyoner pozisyonda sikistiklerini esinin birakin amini yalamayi goguslerini bile opmedigini soyluyordu Neyse kamerada bosaldiktan sonra camasirlarimizi cikarip yanimiza alacak ve balikesirdeki bir giyim magazasında 1-2 dakika gorusecek ve camasirlarimizi birbirimize verecektik 1 saat sonra bulusmak uzere ayrldik bu fantezi sebebiyle bosalmis olmama ragmen inanin aletim hic inmedi arabama binim bulusma yerine gidince sikimi saklamak zorunda kaldim alısveris magazasina girip onu kıyafetlere bakarken gordugumde heyecandan olecek gibiydim oda beni gordu yuzu hafif kızarmıs ama o kadar istekli bakiyordu ki anlatamama sabah saatleri oldugundan magazalar tenha idi elime bir kazak alip giyinme kabinlerine dogru yurudum beni takip etti kabinin onunde ben elimdeki poseti ona oda bana verdi ayrılacagimizi sanirken bekle diye isaret ettim ve kabine girdim en dipteki kabinde pantalonumu cıkardim boxer imdan aletim con net gorunuyordu Hulya kabinin onunde bekliyordu sanki kocasi yakini kıyafet deniyor oda bekliyor gibi magazanin tenhaligindan cesaret alarak kabinin kapısını araladim beni sadece oradaki hulya gorebiliyordu onun getirdigi poseti alarak actim beyaz kilodunu elime aldim hulya heyecan icinde beni izliyordu hulyanin biraz once bosaldigi sırılsiklam olmus kilodunu onun gozelrinin icine bakarak burnuma goturdum amcıgının degdigi ıslattıgı agını doya doya kokladim bir elimde kilodu vardi bir elimlede gorebilecegi sekilde sikimi boxer imdan cikardim yay gibi fırladi saniyorum oradan damarlarini bile gorebiliyordu kocasindan baska kimseyle olmamis simdiye kadar cinsellikten dogru durust zevk bile almamis hulya simdi yabanci bir adamin biraz once kendi uzerinden cikan kilodu koklayarak sikini sivazlamasini izliyordu amciginin muhtesem kokusunu içime cekiyor deli gibi sikimi oksuyordum dilimi klodundaki islakliga surdum tadi muthisti Hulya iceri dalmamak icin kendini zor tutuyordu dudaklarini islatip kemiriyordu kapali biriydi ama daha fazla dayanamayıp sadece bir kac saniyeligine elini onune attıgını gordum ama korkarak cekti ortamdaki atesi inanin size anlatamam bende onu iceri cekip deli gibi sikmemek icin kendimi zor tutuyordum kilodu burnumda 3-5 dakika sonra deli gibi kasilmaya basladim hulya izliyordu ve deli gibi sarsilarak bosaldim sanki hic bitmeyecek gibi dollerim kabindeki aynaya carpıyor ben sarsilarak bosaliyordum hulyada sanki kendinden gecer gibi beni izliyordu sonra kabinin kapisini kapatip orayı temizledim ve onun kilodunu laarak ciktim ama Hulya disarida degildi Eve gelip hemen internete gectim hulya bir sure sonra nete geldi kamera actik sen delisin diyordu Benim amcigimi koklaman dilinle tadina bakman ve o kadar sertlesmis olman beni cildirtti diyordu neden beklemedigini sordugumda artik dayanacak gucunun kalmadigini ve bir an once eve gidip bosalamk istedigi icin kosar adim ayrildigini anlatti esiyle sikisirken bile o magazadaki olanlardan aldigi zevk kadar bir zevk almadigini ve gozlerimde esinin gozlerinde 20 yildir gormedigi atesi ve arzulamayi gordugunu soyledi Eve gelince oda benim bosalmıs oldugum kilodu koklayarak neredeyse kendine dokunmadan bosalmıs sarsilarak Biliyorum hikayem uzun oldu ama inanin bu kadar degil Hulya ile boyle birşey yasadiktan sonra artik gorusmemiz kacinilmaz olmustu onuda bir sonraki hikayemde anlatacagim eger begeni gelirse 🙂 benim instagram adresm : onurblksr10 isterseniz oradan mesaj atabilirsiniz eklemenize gerek yok yada [email protected] adresine mail atarsaniz donus yaparim Balikesirden heryastan Kadinlardan mesaj bekliyorum biliyorum 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Yazmaya başlamadan önce birkaç uyarıda bulunmak istiyorum.Bunlar başımdan geçen olaylar olmayıp tamamıyla hayal ürünü de değildir.
Uzun bir seri yazmayı düşünüyorum sırf seks olmayacak eğer uzun yazıları sevmiyorsanız şimdiden okumadan kapatın.
Keyifli dakikalar…
Öncelikle kendimi tanıtarak başlamak istiyorum.21 yaşında yaşıtlarından çok da faklı sayılamayacak 187 boyunda 78 kilo bir üniversite öğrencisiyim.Hayatım neredeyse her koşuluyla normal düzeyde ilerliyordu.Lakin bazı gerçekler vardır ki sizin hem lanetiniz hem kutsanmışlığınız olabiliyor.
Gelişimimi neredeyse tüm herkes gibi normal şekillerde yaşadım lakin seks ile tanışmam bence biraz erken oldu.13 yaşlarımdayken (ki sonradan öğrendiklerime çoğu Türk erkeğinin bunları öğrendiği yaşlardanmış) seks hakkında birkaç şey biliyordum,ailemden cinsel eğitim almıştım ama yaşıma uygun olduğu kadarıylaydı.Okulda duyduklarımda vardı elbette ama olabildiğince kulak asmamaya çalışıyordum.Cinsellik konusu bana o zamanlar mahrem gelen konulardı arkadaşlarım konuşurlarken onlardan uzaklaşıyor veya konuyu değiştiriyor, televizyonda öpüşme sahnesi çıktığında bile kafamı başka yöne çeviriyordum.Böylece kendimi koruyordum en azından kendimce.
Sınıfta anlaştığım 4 çocuk vardı Emre,Serhat,Tuna ve Dinçer her zaman da yakın arkadaşlarım olarak kaldılar neredeyse her konuda kafamız bağdaşırdı cinsellik hariç.Onlar sürekli güzel kadınların alımlı bacakları hakkında konuşurlar 31 çekmenin ne demek olduğunu anlatırlar ve kiminki daha büyük muhabbeti yaparlardı.Ben ise kadınların güzel bacaklarından ziyade erkeklerin dar götlerini hayal ederek onlara sokarak nasıl zevke gelebileceğimi düşlerimde görerek uyuyan tayfadandım ki buna gaylik dendiğini çok daha sonradan öğrenecektim.Tıpkı bu arzuları tanımlamayı daha sonra öğreneceğim gibi…
Okulda olduğumuz günlerden biriydi hiç unutamıyorum o zamanlar kıştı ve sınıfta giyiniyorduk.Çok iyi şartlarda eğitim alamıyordum orta gelirli bir aileydik.Gittiğim okulda da haliyle soyunma, giyinme odaları yoktu lakin spor salonumuz vardı.Kış günü olduğu için okula yalnızca erkeklerden 5 imiz gelmiştik oda evlerimiz okula yakın diye.Bedencinin ders yaptırmayacağını düşündük ama tahmin ettiğimiz gibi olmadı, bizde kendimizi donlarımızı indirip eşofmanlarımızı giyerken bulduk tabi konu yine seksten amdan açılmıştı.
Dinçer Amını sikeyim daha dün gece 31 çekmiştim sabah yine akmış kocaman yarak sonuçta donda durduğu gibi durmuyor falan diyip bizimkileri gaza getirmeye çalışıyor, arada bana da kaçamak bakışlar atıyordu.Dördü de siklerini kıyasladıkları için en büyük kendisinde olduğunu biliyor benimkinin boyutunu bilmediği için kuduruyordu.Benimkinin kendininkinden küçük olduğundan o kadar emindi ki yarak boyu birinciliğine direkt kendini yerleştirmişti ki bilmediği bir şey vardı oda benim doğuştan getirdiğim bir sıkıntım.
Dinçer bunları söylerken sıkıntımı nasıl öğrendiğim aklıma geldi, sıkıntımı öğrendiğimde 12 yaşındaydım ve yine bir gün okuldan gelmiştim, yanımda anahtar olduğu için direkt içeriye dalmıştım lakin kalabalık olduğunun bilincindeyim,kapıda onlarca kadın ayakkabısı vardı.Gün yapma sırası bizdeydi.Mutfaktan gelen kısır kokusu da buna delil oluşturabilirdi.
Misafirleri pek sevmediğim için kapıyı kontrol ettim kapalıydı ama içerinden kahkahalar vs… geliyordu planım kimsenin beni görmesine gerek kalmadan odama çıkıp yatmaktı.Tam kapıdan geçiyordum ama annemin sesini duydum:
-Hahahaha…Bizim oğlanınki neden öyle bilmiyorum. (Benimki derken?)Geçenlerde yıkarken gördüğümde bile şoka girdim daha 12 yaşında 12, ama şimdiden 17 santimlik bir siki var.Babası ona çekseydi en azından iki sokup boşalmasaydı harika olurdu bizim herifte 13 santim anca var yok kimin genini aldı bu çocuk bilmiyorum.Büyüyünce kızları fena parçalayacak (kızları mı haha) benim aslan parçam.
Gülay teyze:
-Ne kadar şanslısın kız ölmezsek bizim amımızı da şenlendirir mi senin oğlan birkaç yıla (bunu cidden sordu mu 55 yaşındasın be teyze ıyk) haha?
Annem:
-Neden olmasın kız az orospu değilsin…
Duyduklarım bende şok etkisi yaratmıştı.Annem sikimin uzunluğunu nereden biliyodu,bir yıkamada nasıl anlamıştı boyunu,nasıl bu kadar rahat şeyleri konuşabilirlerdi,amını şenlendirmek de neydi?
İnternette araştırma yaptıktan sonra 31 çekmeyi öğrenmiştim.Güvenlik koruması olduğu için porno izleyemiyor lakin yazılı belgelere bakabiliyordum.Tüm incelikleriyle işi öğrenmiştim kayganlaştırıcı,aşağıdan tutup yukarı aşağı doğru çekmeler vs… her şeyi.Lakin hayal edebileceğim bir şey yoktu amaçsız da olsa bunu denemeye karar verdim.
Ertesi gün evde yalnız kaldım çünkü annem pazara gitmişti ve hafta sonuydu.Okuduklarımı uygulamaya başladım kayganlaştırıcı (sabun kullanmıştım kafama sokayım acısı hala aklımda) tut aşağı yukarı çek…
1 saat boyunca amaçsız olarak bir yukarı bir aşağıya çektim ve sikimde değişik bir şeyler olmaya başladı git gide sert hale geliyor,başı şişiyor tek elimle kavradığımda başı açıkta kalan şeyi artık iki elimle kavradığım zaman başı açıkta kalıyordu ve harika hissetmeye başlamıştım.
2 saat kadar olmuştu ve hala çekiyordum,yarağım taş gibi olmuş, morarmıştı.Sonra çok daha tuhaf bir his dalgası vücudumu sardı.Kasıklarım kasılıyor ayaklarıma hatta tüm vücuduma titreşimler gönderiyordu.Hayatımda yaşadığım en harika his dalgasını ardı ardına yaşıyordum ve doruk noktasındaydım.Sonra daha ilginç bir şey olmaya başladı sikimin ucundan beyaz beyaz sümük tarzında sıvılar akmaya başladı 8 9 kere sıçradı ve her yere yayıldı.Korkmuştum,aslında böyle bir şey olacağını biliyordum lakin ilk olduğundan merak duygusu daha ağır basıyordu.Elime akan şeyleri koklamaya başladım.Çiğ hamur gibi ve tuhaftı.
Hemen yerleri vs… temizledim, boxerımdan kurtuldum temiz bir boxer giyip yatağıma uzandım birkaç dakika sonra evin kapısı açıldı.
-Oğlum aslanım ben geldim.
Uyuyor taklidi yapmak istedim çünkü hem annemin dün söylediklerinden hem de daha demin yaşadıklarımdan dolayı kafam karışıktı.
Annem odaya girdi, kısık gözlerle onu izleyebiliyordum.Yanıma geldi tam üzerimi örtüyordu ki eli sikime deydi,derin bir iç çekti ve
-Çok can yakacaksın bu koca yarrakla keşke benim canımı da yakacak birileri olsa…
Diye fısıldadı ve odadan çıkmadan önce camı açmayı ihmal etmedi çünkü kokuyu almıştı.Oğlu erkekliğe adımını atıyordu…
Beğeni fazla olursa devamını yazarım 50 60 a kadar yolu var 😉

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James is getting ready to leave work when his phone vibrates. He pulls the phone out of his pant pocket and sees he has a new message. He touches the envelop. The message reads, “I have a present for you. Can you come home?”

He cannot help but smile, wondering what this present is that Melanie has for him. Rushing out the door, he jumps in his SUV and races home. James quickly unlocks the door to his house and sets his work bag on the floor at the base of the end-table in the family room. Hoping to see Melanie soon, he rushes into his bedroom to change clothes. To his surprise, Melanie is lying naked on his bed, her legs spread wide. James stops in his tracks. He cannot help but stand frozen in his place and stare.

“Surprise.” Melanie says seductively before sucking on the tip of her index finger.

“Wow. Umm. Hello. This is quite a surprise.” James says, stumbling over his words.

Melanie looks down and sees a bulge in James dress pants. His reaction makes her happy, and even more horny. She has been waiting for this day for a long time. She wasn’t sure if she would ever gain the courage to do it. After much deliberation, she decided it is the right time with the right person. After all, James had been so patient with her over the last few months, teaching her about real estate and giving in to her every sexual demand. There have been many firsts with him, it is now time to take the last step.

James removes his dress shirt and tosses it on the floor while Melanie works on removing his slacks. He can see the wanton desire in her face. He knows he should not be surprised, after all, the entire series of events with her have been a complete surprise to him. Climbing onto the bed, James pulls Melanie close. Her naked body feels warm against his skin. She leans in and kisses him deeply.

James waits a few seconds before braking the kiss. “So, how did you get into my house anyways?”

Melanie giggles. “I was admiring your yard work and I noticed a rock that seemed out of place. I picked it up and noticed it was plastic. I heard something rattle inside. When I turned it over, I saw the door. I opened it and found your spare key, so I decided to surprise you. You don’t mind finding a young woman naked in your bed do you?”

He leans in and gives her a quick peck on the lips before answering. “Absolutely not. I may have to find a better hiding place for my spare key though.”

They both laugh. James slowly begins to caress her breasts with his hand. She moans, encouraging him then pulls his mouth to her neck. “I love when you kiss my neck. It is such a turn-on.”, she tells him.

James takes the hint and softly kisses her neck while continuing to massage her breasts. Melanie runs her left hand up and down his back, softly dragging her nails on occasion. Her actions, encourage him to continue kissing up and down the side of her neck and behind her ear.

Her body is starting to heat up. Wanting more attention on her lower body, Melanie pushes is left hand down. He takes the hint and softly runs his fingers over her mound. She gasps as his fingers run over her labia and graze her anus.

“Are you my present?” James whispers into her ear.

Melanie takes a moment to enjoy the sensations of his fingers massaging her vagina before finally answering. “You have no idea.”

James smiles and gives her a look of confusion. “What does that mean?”

Unhappy his hand stopped moving as he looks at her, she says,”Please don’t stop.”

James Maltepe Escort hadn’t ever realized he paused. He starts making little soft circles on her swelling lips once again. Her knees pull back against her body, giving him wider access to her inner workings. He slides a finger inside her, rewarded with a faint moan.

“Perhaps your present is me and a friend.” she finally answers.

James looks her in the eyes with a serious look on his face. “Are you being serious?”

“You would like that wouldn’t you?”, she asks, testing him.

“Hmmm. If that is what you wanted.” James replies, being careful not to commit either way.

Melanie reaches down and starts stroking James’ inner thigh. She knows there is no way she could share him with a friend. It isn’t that she feels like he is only her man, it is more that she would feel uncomfortable being naked in front of a friend and seeing a friend naked as well.

Happy to keep him in suspense, Melanie gives him a partial answer. “No we are not having a threesome. I will give your a present that you won’t expect though….in a little bit.”

Sliding a finger inside her wetness, James starts teasing her insides. “You are being a tease today.”

Melanie starts stroking his penis. “I am a tease huh? Is this teasing?”

“Mmm. No that isn’t.” he replies.

James slides a second finger inside her vagina and places his thumb on her clitoral hood. She offers him a longer moan and lifts her hips toward his hand. The pressure of his hand against her clit feels so good. Wanting more, she puts her right hand over his hand and presses down.

“Quit teasing.” she says.

“Horny today aren’t we?” he says, laughing.

“Uh huh.” is her simple reply.

She begins stroking his penis faster, showing him how she wants him to move his hand. James matches her speed and starts moving his two fingers in and out of her spread lips faster. He begins rolling his thumb around the top of her hood and causes her hips to jump. “MMM! I like that. Keep it up.” she says.

Melanie can feel his penis grow and get warmer in her hand. She loves the feeling and the way the penis reacts. She just has to have it in her mouth. In one swift move, she rolls on top of him. His fingers slide out of her. She moves her body down him, her tongue leaving a wet trail down the center of his chest. Her lips slide over the tip of his penis.

Surprised by her aggressiveness, James lets out a long moan.

The taste of his swollen penis makes her mouth water; her vagina twinge in excitement. She knows this will be the last time she tastes his delicious manhood. Taking her time, Melanie slowly moves her lips down his penis, taking as much of him in her mouth as she can handle. Her mouth coats him with saliva.

His hands begin to muss her hair. She loves the feeling of his hands in her hair. Anxious to hear his response, Melanie starts bobbing her head, holding his swollen penis softly between her lips. She holds the base of his manhood and pleasures him. When his hips begin gyrating, she stops bobbing her head and concentrates on the tip of his head for a few seconds. Her tongue swirls around the mushroom head. She looks up at him and smiles, seeing his facial expressions of pleasure.

Melanie doesn’t want to get him too excited so she slides back up his body and presses his penis against the outside of her vagina. James opens his eyes and smiles. He wishes she would allow him to slide inside her, but he knows Anadolu Yakası Escort she has repeatedly stated that she doesn’t want to have intercourse because she is saving herself for that special man. He can only hope that he will accidentally slide inside her for a brief moment as they move. He imagines how the warmth of her inner walls would feel against the head of his penis.

Almost ready to give him a present he will never forget, Melanie leaves a trail of wet kisses from his neck to his mouth. She can hear his heavy breaths. She anticipates hearing the sound of his deep, short breaths in her ear very soon. She leaves several long, deep kisses on his lips before propping herself up with her hands. She looks down several inches at his face and gives him a huge, devilish smile.

James’ eyes open wide when Melanie starts grinding her hips against him. He rests his hands on her butt cheeks and does his best to resist from pushing himself inside her. He groans, wanting more, as she slides his penis slightly between the folds of her labia, spreading her wetness over his manhood.

“You are such a tease.” James exclaims.

“Why am I such a tease?” she asks, even though she already knows the answer.

“You know why.” he says. “You know that makes me want you so much.”

“Want me how?” Melanie asks, pulling her hips up, sliding her vagina up his hard penis.

“Oh my God.” He exclaims, feeling his penis begin to throb. “You make me want to be inside you. That is not fair.”

“Oh!” she says, faking realization. Her hips carefully slide down him slowly, one more time.

Her motions are not only teasing him. Each time she slides him between her lips, she feels a strong twinge inside. His hot penis feels great against her inner labia. It makes her want to do it again, more and more. She slides her hips up his length again. The tip of his penis almost slides inside her vagina. She stops just short of inserting him inside her. He moans loudly. She moans in response and takes a deep breath before sliding her hips down, pushing his penis over her now exposed clit. This makes her throw her head back and moan.

She cannot take the teasing anymore. She tries not to think about what is going to happen. It is time. “I am ready to give you your present.” she says.

“I am ready. What is it?” He asks.

Melanie takes one last deep breath then very slowly rolls her hips up his penis. She allows the tip of his head to press inside her vagina. “Enjoy!” she groans as she begins to slowly push his hard manhood inside her vagina. She cannot believe how hot his skin feels inside her. Inch by inch she lowers her hips.

“Holy shit.” James says. “What are you doing?”

Melanie stops a second. “Do you like your present?”

He looks her deep in the eyes and smiles. “Are you sure?”

Pushing her hips down over the rest of his penis and groaning, Melanie says, “I AM SURE!”

She raises her hips until his penis is almost completely out of her. She immediately wants him back inside. James uses his hands to help guide her hips back down on top of him. They both moan deeply. Melanie lowers the top of her body back on top of his chest. Their lips lock. Her hips start moving a little faster. Melanie feels a little awkward, trying to learn a smooth rhythm, having never done this before.

James’ penis slides out of her walls. She groans and feels a little silly. She takes his penis in hand and guides him back inside her. She İstanbul Escort cannot believe how much it stretches her insides. The first few times were painful, now she has adjusted to him and begins to feel pleasure. She cannot believe she waited so long to do this. If she had known it would feel so wonderful being filled, she may have had sex before now.

Realizing she is having a hard time getting rhythm, James rolls over on top of her and takes control. He raises his hips and slowly slides inside her. Her walls grip him. “You are so damn tight.”

She hopes that is a good thing. Her hands wrap around his back and hold him tightly against her body. James pushes her knees up to her ribs, spreading her wider and starts to pick up the pace. Her hips find his rhythm after a few gyrations and push up against him just as his hips push down against her body. She starts moaning over and over. She can hear his breathing growing stronger and getting shorter with each thrust.

Their bodies start smacking against each other. Melanie wraps her ankles around the small of his back and holds onto him with all her might. She buries her mouth into the small of his neck, sucking and biting. Never has she felt such emotion, such pleasure inside. Her vibrator is nothing compared to the feeling of a real man inside her. She can feel tears begin to flow down her face as she gasps for air. He is taking the air out of her chest. The weight of his chest pressing down against her body; the heat exuding off his body, it is all a little too much.

It has been months since James had had intercourse. He stopped looking for another woman the first time she came over to his house. He did not know where this would all lead, but he had no desire to find someone else. The feeling of her walls gripping tightly against his throbbing penis is getting to be too much. He knows he will not last much longer.

The sound of their hips smacking fills the room. The aroma of sex surrounds them. His hips start thrusting hard and fast. She cannot hold her legs against him anymore. Her legs fall to the bed and spread as wide as she can. Her fingers dig deep into his skin as she holds on for life. She can feel her body preparing to have a great release.

His hips start moving in a feverish manner. His moans mix with her moans. Her hips thrust against him, trying to feel him deeper inside. She cannot get enough.

James wants to spill his seed deep inside her. He wants to feel her walls spasm against him, but he knows what it may lead to. After making a few last feverish thrusts, James pulls out. Melanie opens her eyes and groans, wondering why he suddenly stopped. She watches him stroke himself a few times before shooting his seed all over her stomach.

He falls down beside her. Both of them are drenched in sweat. It takes a few minutes for them to finally catch their breath. Melanie can feel the sticky semen on her stomach and chest.

“Did you like your present?”

“Very much so.” he says with a long lasting smile.

Melanie leans over and gives him a peck on the cheek. “I wanted our last time to be very special.”

“Our last time?” James questions her.

“Yes.” she says before pausing a second. “I am getting too emotional. I am liking you too much and I know we won’t work as a couple. I hope you understand.”

He knew this would not last forever, but he didn’t know it would end so abruptly. “Yes. I understand.”

Melanie scoots off the bed and makes her way to the bathroom. She cleans up then dresses without saying a word. Everything suddenly seems awkward. James is still lying on the bed when she returns to the bedroom. She dresses then leans in and kisses him one more time, long and deep.

“Goodbye.” she says, turning around and exiting the room.

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It might seem a surprising idea – classic cars as a ‘babe magnet’ but I’ve certainly seen the phenomenon at shows. Some cars do just seem to attract the babes. The E- type Jaguar jumps straight out of course: did Enzo Ferrari, the founder of Ferrari, not call it ‘the most beautiful car ever made’? It’s not just the Jags., more usually its the sporty jobs with soft tops that appeal: Austin Healeys (perhaps more the bigger ones like 3000s, rather than Spridgets), MGBs and MGCs and, of course the Triumphs all the way from TR2 to 6. In tin-top format almost all Aston Martins seem to do the trick. Perhaps the Triumph GT6 and, bizarrely, the Ford Capri and certainly the big American jobs like the Ford Mustang and Chevrolet Corvette. It’s size that matters sometimes – oversexed and over here indeed!

Triumph 2500S as a babe magnet? I seemed to find it worked for me. There was something deliciously erotic, without anything being said or probably realised by the ‘babe,’ at being invited to sit on the Triumph’s old leather seats; perhaps the better if the ‘babe’ is in a skirt or shorts so the back of the thighs touch the leather. Nice to watch the ‘babe’ hold the steering wheel and reach for the gear knob if sitting in that seat. They always want to sit in that seat, always reach to hold the gear knob and cannot resist flicking that overdrive switch. I’ve even seen ‘babes’ fondle the knob like they might a penis. Subconscious? I don’t know. I’ve seen the odd one redden when she has seen me looking. And, seeing that touch and fondle… well, it does for me.

And when I say ‘babe’ I don’t just mean the young things. I recall a very nicely spoken woman, greying hair and a surprisingly smart outfit for a show, a blue two piece skirted suit indeed, settle into the driver’s seat, the skirt riding up and showing still very shapely knees and tops of lower thighs, me watching them moving as she pushed at the pedals, and then glancing at her hand, complete with wedding and engagement rings, as it settled atop the gear knob, as she said,

“I wouldn’t mind a ride in this,” and turning and smiling at me as her hand fondled the gear knob. There was no question the statement was not meant other than ambiguously, a double entendre sticking up in the air like the gear lever and its big knob. Her husband came up behind me, a big burly bloke in tweed and with a most remarkable moustache, and the three of us talked cars for quite a time as the woman sat there, fondling the knob. Did he notice her actions, was he as much erect in his tweeds as I was in my corduroys? Was there a manly fellow feeling at wanting our knobs fondled?

Nothing came of it that day, but I have often thought how good it would have been to have given her a ride. Perhaps alone, perhaps for her to suggest we parked up somewhere ‘quiet,’ perhaps to have sex in the back seat or, as I had with Jane, slip off into the countryside and find a secluded spot. Frankly, I would not have said no to giving them both a spin in the car, nice to imagine her becoming more and more aroused as she sat next to me, perhaps fondling the gear knob in a most suggestive way, my eyes flicking to it and perhaps, her husband, in the back seat becoming more and more aroused himself as he stared through the gap between the seats at her mobile hand. The suggestion finally made and me nosing the car into some secluded field gate or, better still, a track. Not my usual thing to have a ‘threesome’ but there’s always a first time. Probably all a great surprise to the husband, but how good to have a bit of variety, and how nice for the woman to be serviced by two men as she lay in a pose of abandonment across the warm bonnet of the Triumph. Completely naked, of course, undressed by two men, her sex so exposed. Two men taking it in turns to ‘poke’ her.

I had seen, indeed experienced, the seeming effect of Rob’s old car on both Jane and Heulwen but confirmation of my suspicions that it was, indeed, the car came when a new client appeared. I had always had a bit of a thing for those 1960s/70s girls in white mini-skirts and white leather boots jumping into or out of little sports cars. Mrs. Emma Peel and her 1965 Lotus Elân Series 2, Tara King in that 428 Spider, the closing credits of Dee Time – OK, all before my time but if you’re interested in classic cars of the period these things come up on ‘You Tube’ etc and I like the images! It was not, quite, that Susannah York drove into my garage, but it was certainly one sexy ‘babe.’ Literally drove in as I’d left the doors open – another hot day.

Not twenty, not eighteen, not twenty-four, more like thirty but with a figure as if twenty or so. Not a mini skirt but a mini-dress and, yes, white boots and a gold chain effect belt around her waist. Seriously Retro. Sex on a stick – and she knew it. A flash of white panties as she got out of her little sporty number. Somehow, I did not think she had not been taught by her mother how to get out of cars in a skirt – that was Ataşehir Escort deliberate.

I’m not one for feminism, rather the opposite really. No problem with equal pay for equal work but average salary comparisons between the male and female workforces of a firm? Get real! Fighter pilots, coal miners, girls playing Rugby in a serious way? All a bit odd if you ask me. And there is so much cake and eat it about it all. One moment you have some woman complaining about being treated differently – as a woman – the next you have them using their sexuality to their advantage, twisting things their way by very clear flirting. This was a case in point. I rather thought the young lady was going to encourage me to offer a good price for the work she wanted, simply by being so very feminine. She was right of course, I would offer her a good price, I would be very happy having her turn up as a client! A woman’s wiles work for me.

Very nice to stand and talk to her about her MGC. Very happy to take a look and quote for the work. Could she leave it with me, and I would let her know? Most enjoyable just to talk to her, Fiona Prentice was her name. I like talking to women particularly pretty women and was she that! Blond to boot, blue eyes, full lips, just so right and her hair worn in that Sixties way with a curling inwards either side, the ‘Lovely’ Aimi MacDonald came to mind. Good to talk and be amused by how she was twisting me around her little finger, and I was very happy to be twisted.

It transpired she had not really thought ahead about getting back from my workshop and she talked me into giving her a lift back to her workplace. She could get a train home from there. It did not require much talking me into taking her. I was more than happy to see her get in the Triumph beside me, see that white dress lift further up her long thighs, almost showing those white knickers.

“Nice car,” she patted the old leather seat, “do like the walnut dash. What’s that switch on the gear knob for?”

I glanced over at the MGC. They had overdrives as an optional extra – hers didn’t. So, I explained. Nice car, the MGC, big 2912cc Austin C-series straight-six engine so a head-on rival for the TR5 during its production life. There was work to do: those big chrome bumpers had seen better days and I could foresee several hours to be spend bent over in the engine compartment under the raised power bulge bonnet.

I was more than happy to talk about the Triumph as we drove. Watched her walk away a little longer than was really necessary, but good to take in her rear view – and that was enough with a few ‘thoughts’ to give me an erection. I even let it out of my overalls as I drove back and gave it a few tugs as I imagined her leaning over and sucking it. I was rather getting into the idea women did that, you know. I opened the workshop doors like that (with it hidden away again, of course). I stood looking at her MGC and then got into it and sat where, half an hour before, she’d been sitting. That didn’t really help, thinking about her shapely bottom on that seat, perhaps wriggling a little. Fuck, she was quite something! In my head the thought of cumming in her mouth or ‘giving her one,’ knickers off and lowering herself in that dress onto my upstanding gear knob. Out of my overalls came my cock once more – exposed and rigid in her car. Yeah, ‘turgid’ is a good word – it was that. An interesting violation of her space – perhaps. Across the workshop a roll of blue paper towels. Should I? Or should I really get back to work? I was a good boy – work won, perhaps because the blue paper was out of reach, and I examined the MGC in detail preparing the quote.

“How long will it be?”

I smiled, my thought that it would be quite long! I always enjoy a double entendre intentional or unintentional. I was pretty sure this was the latter. “Really it’s going to take me a fortnight. Getting the parts, re-spray…” I was talking on the ‘phone to Fiona that afternoon. “You could have it back now and bring it in when it’s more convenient, but I wouldn’t leave it too long.

“Could I have it back for the weekend and then let you have it Monday morning?”

I’d be very happy to have ‘it’ Monday morning! Another possible double entendre. I arranged to pick her up after work and bring her back to the workshop. It would be good to see her seated in the Triumph 2500 again.

“Mmmm, I do like this car,” Fiona said as she got in, “I liked my ride this morning.”

On your boyfriend, I wondered… riding cowgirl?

What a nice little wriggle as she settled herself on the leather seat.

“A really comfortable ride. I like a comfortable ride,” she said when we got to the workshop.

Now that was intentional. I was sure of it, and equally sure the Triumph 2500 had a lot to do with it. He was a naughty boy!

I was half way through the job on the MGC when I next had the next real contact with Fiona. Yes, I had seen her when Acıbadem Escort she had dropped the car off on the Monday, but I had been with a client, had just briefly spoken when she had driven it in and had seen she had someone else take her on to work. Another woman, I saw, in another sports job, a nice little MGB. Fiona just turned up out of the blue on the Saturday. One moment I was alone in the workshop, next she had walked in. Was it the same dress or a similar one? I was not that sure.

“Just dropped by to see how things are going.” The car was not ready to be driven, not with so many bits and pieces sitting on the steel workbench in the corner. The respray was booked for the following week. I rubbed my oily hands on blue paper and talked to her about it. My estimate held. The work was about what I had thought. I was interested to see Fiona seemed in no hurry to go. Indeed, I saw her hands a couple of times caress the yellow paintwork of the Triumph 2500. Was ‘he’ up to his tricks again? Something was coming. I was not just a visit to see progress, I was sure.

“I wonder, might you let me have a go in this?”

“Take it for a spin?”

“Mmmm. Not for sale is it?”

No fear! My answer clear: “It was a friend’s: I’m rather attached to it. If you want to have a run, I’m happy for you to borrow it. But sale, no. I don’t need it until, I suppose, five-ish if you want to go somewhere.”

I could see the excitement. “Oooh please, could I?”

The keys in her hand, the yellow driver’s door open, Fiona paused and then got in. I averted my eyes, not by choice but she was looking at me as she eased herself into the seat. That dress really was rather short: had I been able to look I am sure I would have seen more than I should have done.

“I do love these leather seats.” She patted the leather, “I like the feel on the back of my legs.”

I turned my head back to her. Up my spine a tickling sensation, not fear, not that at all, something quite different, a frisson of anticipation. That was a sexual allusion if I was not mistaken. I said nothing, just looked at her as if I expected Fiona to say something more… and she did.

Such a nice little wriggle of her shoulders, a coy, rather captivating smile, “it feels sexy, like an older man’s skin.”

Oh, crikey, where was this leading?

“Would you mind awfully if I didn’t wear panties, just had my bare bottom on the seat so I could feel the leather… please?”

“If… if you like,” I stuttered.

“Oh, I like.”

Did she, did she actually, purr?

“Well… you’d better be going.” Was I embarrassed to watch, I certainly did not turn away this time, as Fiona reached within her short dress, lifted her bottom and lowered a pair of white knickers. Done demurely if anything like that can be done demurely and in such a short dress, but suffice it to say, I did not learn whether she was shaven or unshaven down below. The foot pedals, on the other hand, would have gained a lot more information from their line of sight. She wriggled on the seat, not just a little wriggle at that.

“Would you mind looking after these for me?”

Fiona reversed out, her hand on the big flared knob – I didn’t miss that; and left me standing there in my oil stained overalls at the garage door with a pair of white knickers in my hand, watching Fiona changing into first and driving off. I closed the garage doors and looked at the flimsy white cotton in my hand. They were warm to the touch. It would though be a good idea to put them down, somewhere not oily and get them out of my hand with the risk of getting oil stained finger prints over them. Phew! I knew just how much I would like getting oily fingerprints over what they had contained just seconds before.

Warm to the touch – warm against my cheek. Warm against my nose with the scent of woman. She would know – know as she drove – that I would have done that – would probably know the sudden urge I had to whip out my cock and tie the cotton around it. Yeah, and wank with them, the soft cotton caressing my engorged prick. She would know the effect on an almost forty-year old, oil stained mechanic. Was she expecting to find her knickers soaked with semen on her return?

She might have been, but they were untouched by ejaculate, I did not risk that embarrassment. In fact, she did not even ask for them back on her return. They were in full sight, carefully placed on a clean footwell paper sheet, had sat, pristine white, on my workbench all day to the evident surprise of one client whose forehead had furrowed when she had seen them, but had said nothing. I’d certainly have tucked them away in a pocket if I’d thought Heulwen would be coming around,0 but I knew she was away.

Fiona returned about four o’clock, was gushing about the car, clearly in a state of sexual arousal and talked about how well it had driven, about her day, said she had even parked up on the Hogsback and sat and looked İstanbul Escort at the view from the hill. I wondered about that after she had gone off. Had she indeed admired the view or been rather unfocused with fingers in her dress playing with her ‘bits,’ having a nice little feminine ‘wank’ in the T2500. Had she perhaps looked longingly at the gear knob and thought what she might do with it in a (probably) less public space? Of course, once she went, I was on my hands and knees examining the driver’s seat leather for new stains. I hardly need to be that close. The wet patch, the oval wet patch was as obvious and visible as the Triumph’s yellow paintwork when out on the road. Tempting to get out of my overalls and lower my hanging balls slowly down onto the patch as I settled into the driver’s seat and then roll my cock in the wetness. That was probably as close as I would get to Fiona’s snatch. I had hoped she might want to move my gear knob on her return and get me to check her fluid levels. But not a bit of it, she would not even stay for a mug of tea, had things to do. Perhaps she was off to meet a boyfriend – well, he would be in for a busy time!

The knickers came home with me and whilst they did not end up soaked in semen, that did not mean they did not get tied around my cock, that they did not become a masturbatory aid or that I did not sleep with them warm inside my pyjamas. No, I did not put them on.

“I wondered… I’ve been telling some friends what a nice classic car you’ve got, whether you’d mind giving them a spin? We were thinking of having a picnic on Saturday if it’s nice, so would you like to come if you’re not doing anything else?”

Fiona and I were speaking on the ‘phone mid-week. The MGC job was going nicely and she could probably take it away on the Saturday. Could I spare the time to go for a picnic with Fiona and friends? Better if it was just her but that was a bit of wishful thinking. It would probably be a good day and I liked showing off the T2500. It might even be amusing to see it work his effect on Fiona. Work on the cars could wait. It was a Saturday, after all. I was happy enough to both come on the picnic and drive. What I hadn’t appreciated was there would be four of them, nor that all the friends would be female. A bit of a squash in the back seat but, alas, I was in the front.

A new thing for me driving a party of girls, well Fiona’s age girls. Gone her mini dress but denim shorts and tee shirt, instead, showed her legs to advantage. Fiona in the front, the other three in the back. Don’t girls talk! But I was happy to listen and drive – and take the occasional glance at Fiona’s long legs. It was a hot and sunny day, I drove with the windows open. No air conditioning of course.

Could he handle four at once? Was the old T2500 up to it? Was he going to work his – ‘magic,’ was it? – upon all four at once? Would I notice, even? The four girls were seemingly excited just at the prospect of the picnic, the day out and being together. They were animated enough as it was. Would his effect be slow and, it might be said, insidious? A lovely idea, four young quims gently and subtly moistening all around me, skin drawing back to breasts as nipples hardened – all eight of them. Might legs start rubbing together or, instead, knees part and then close repeatedly as nether lips swelled and the wetness flowed?

We stopped on a piece of heathland, parking the car and all getting out to stretch our legs. The girls went off one way and me the other to ‘spend a penny,’ and then there was a couple of picnic rugs and the prepared picnic to unload from the back. Pleasant to watch the girls applying sunscreen to their arms, faces, necks and long legs. I was more than happy to watch girls stroking oil onto their bare flesh. I took a few photographs. The girls would probably be pleased to have a record of the day, I could upload them and send the location to them all by email and it would also be pleasant for me to have the photographs as well to review and contemplate at my leisure (very possibly in my pyjamas and, who knew, perhaps some of that workshop blue paper towelling to hand…).

Not a very long walk found us sitting under a few pines, admiring the view and unpacking the picnic. Eating al fresco has a certain something about it and the day was perfect for it. Gloriously blue skies, a slight breeze making it all pleasant rather than hot and, I have to say, these girls knew how to make a picnic. Good to sit with them on the blankets. I always find sitting on the ground slightly awkward and uncomfortable – not that I was in any way complaining that day, the girls though had that natural grace women have. Fiona sitting with her long legs half tucked under her, another sitting cross legged in her shorts, another in a stripy summer dress sitting with her legs straight out and ankles crossed, the third sitting like Fiona and the fourth kneeling. I can recall because, again, I took photographs.

“What shall we do, this afternoon, a walk?”

It was an excellent place to ramble, plentiful and clear paths through the heather and gorse, the prospect of a wooded valley not far off for shade. I would enjoy that.

“What I’d really like is a swim.”

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First let me thank you all for the votes and emails. And as I’ve said before, this is not meant to be the next great novel, so if that’s what you’re looking for, I’m sorry to disappoint. I started it wanting to do a running chronicle that spans years like a soap opera, so it may never actually reach a satisfactory end for some people. With that in mind, if you haven’t read all previous chapters, I suggest you do so before proceeding.

If I haven’t already scared you off, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do writing it. All mistakes are mine. All people, places and institutions are made up, this story in no way reflects reality and any similarities to it are coincidental. Enjoy.

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Chapter 04

The year Mason had taken off after testing out of high school early, was coming back to bite him in the ass as he tried to settle in at MIT. He only attended four days a week, Monday through Thursday, but they were long days, and the classes were all heavy on coursework right off the bat. There seemed to be two types of professors, at least in the courses he took, dry just the facts ones that rushed to get the maximum data covered that was possible. And the funny guys who never got to the point until minutes before class ended. But one thing they all had in common, they all seemed to think they were the only source of homework he had.

To make things worse, Cybil’s schedule totally opposed his all week long. Both spent hours on campus between classes alone. And though they spent their evenings together, they were more likely doing homework than each other.

The purchase of Mason Hall happened quicker than Mason was prepared for. Two weeks in, Mason was finally getting a handle on things and starting to relax some, when Allan phoned to tell him that they had closed on the hall for two million eight. And he needed Mason to stop by the Stanton & Stanton office to sign on the dotted line, this being the law firm Allan had clerked for while at Harvard.

Ardella, who was an old hand at handling her academic schedule and still living her professional life, had been working hard since Mason officially hired her after Cybil’s birthday. When Mason told her the news, the crews she had lined up moved in and things started happening fast. Surprisingly, the first stage of the construction was demolition. As the structural regulations and building codes that had changed, needed to be addressed before further construction could begin. Most were minor issues like floor drains and a fire suppressing system in the kitchen area, sewage gas venting and replacing the lead piping. A big issue though was emergency egress, and that was going to take an amendment to the court order, since the additions would be visible on the exterior of the building. Multistory residential buildings now required fixed fire escapes and secondary egresses from living areas. None of this had been in the original plans, so the Stanton firm had been busy seeking a judgment on the matter since the offer had been proffered. At Allan’s suggestion, there was a carefully worded rider in the petition that would allow the construction of unattached structures on the property.

Ardella had discussed fire egress with members of the Historic Society in the past, and assured Mason that they weren’t going to be unreasonable about it. And in fact, they agreed with her that the building would be best served with an external fixed fire stair on the rear wall of the hall. Mason watched Ardella orchestrate the deal without ever missing a step, and decided he wanted to stay in business with her after the hall was finished. Even if it was just as a financial backer.

A CPA working at the Stanton firm was assigned to work with Ardella to keep the payment schedule for all work and material contracted. A three million dollar account being made available for the project. Ardella convinced Mason to provide her with a separate discretionary fund, for “incidentals”, of a hundred thousand and promised to keep a separate accounting of it. She knew projects the size of the hall would have every petty bureaucrat that could add a wrinkle doing so, and there would be many private meetings before all the permits were signed and sealed.

After her birthday, Cybil sold her Ford back to her father’s friend, he’d been bemoaning its loss since the deal had happened, and used the proceeds to get Katey a Nexplanon implant like hers. She had really liked the party, and had plans for the future that would benefit from this, so it wasn’t totally altruistic. Ardella and Becky were both on the pill. When she casually told this all to Mason after the fact, the look on his face sent her into a fit of laughter.

Mason had done his best to stay in touch with Brigid, missing more days than he liked. She seemed okay with Cybil’s growing presence, and even talked of wanting to get to know her better. Something Cybil echoed, but it definitely had a sexual connotation when she said it. Brigid wanted to come visit him as soon as things were wrapped up with the hall and had claimed one Anadolu Yakası Escort of the two suites on the fifth floor.

Cybil sat listening to Mason and Ardella discuss the hall as often as not. And pushed both of them to keep people like Saul and her father in mind if there were places that they were qualified to do the work. Something that Mason basically agreed with and Ardella could work around. So Saul was contracted to set up a building wide WI-Fi and security system. And the shop Benny worked out of was hired to do the metal fabrication on the retrofit.

Her devotion to friends and family had Mason looking at the people around them and wondering how he could improve their lives. The fact that Cybil and her friends had to work as well as attend school to get by, or help with tuition, found him on campus the next Friday. Where he met with each at the registrar’s office during their free periods, and paid whatever tuition fees were left on the year, as well as settling any student loans they had.

That evening, Mason and Cybil were returning to her place after having dinner, Cybil promising great rewards for his generosity, when her phone started clanging. Her face went pale when she got it out, and she grabbed Mason’s arm. “It’s Katey.” She told him, “She’s in trouble. Pull over for a second.” Then she began flicking her fingers across the screen as he did.

“What?” he began.

“It’s the rape app on her phone.” Cybil answered, shaking. Then looking up and behind them. “Turn around, we need to go back the way we came.” She told him and he saw the little red blinking light on her phone screen. Cranking the wheel, he saw a gap in the cars and stepped on it, the Chevelle’s rear wheels screaming as they came around, Cybil stuck to her door.

A shiver of fear and anger ran through Mason at the words ‘rape app’, then his mind was clear. Cold anger fueling his reflexes as the muscle car seemed to slip through the traffic, Cybil calling directions. He left the car half on the sidewalk when she pointed at a dingy dive bar. The padded door flying open as he ran through it.

Cybil caught up to him when he paused, the place was empty except for an old bartender who looked as shabby as the room. Then he heard a cry from deeper in the back and he was moving again. Katey was backed into a corner in the old pool room. A dark-haired man holding her there, her blouse ripped. She was fighting him, scratching at his face as he pawed at her.

Two others stood behind him waiting their turn. Mason hit the nearest one at a full charge, using his momentum to throw him into his buddy, both of them bouncing off the wall and going down in a tangle. He saw Katey’s eyes find him, fear and pain in them, and he grabbed the dark hair of the man holding her with his left hand, yanking him back as he slammed a right into the guy’s kidney. Hitting him there again even as he screamed and folded after seeing Katey’s bare breasts. Then wrenched him around by the hair and threw him into one of the others as he tried to get to his feet.

The third guy was back on his feet and coming at Mason, as Cybil ran past them and took Katey in her arms. This guy held himself like a fighter, his lips drawing back to show a glint of gold as he stepped in and threw a right that Mason barely slipped with his forearm. The guy’s gut was soft though as Mason threw a right of his own at a wide opening. The man folded, and Mason gave him another short right just behind the ear, dropping him boneless on the stained threadbare carpet.

Turning, he saw the one he’d knocked down twice just reaching his feet, a cue stick in his hands. Mason figured he’d get at least one swing in with it even as he went for the guy. But then Cybil had a hold on the cue and was pulling at it, and as the guy turned his head towards her in surprise, Mason was on him. His left hand went to the guys throat, fingers digging in as he slammed him up against the wall. Then Mason’s right came over the top, flattening his nose and bouncing his head off the plaster. Mason holding him there even as his legs went limp, hitting again and then again at the thought of Cybil being so close to danger.

He dropped the guy when Cybil cried his name in fear, swiveling his head towards her even as she threw a cue ball passed him. There was a hollow thunk right behind him, like someone slapped a watermelon, and Mason turned in that direction to see the old bartender holding his head, a Louisville slugger rolling away from his feet. Then Cybil stepped past him and kicked the old guy square in the nuts. Even as keyed up as Mason was, he winced. Then dismissed him as he rolled under a pool table trying to get away from Cybil.

He turned towards Katey, thoughts of further violence on the first guy in his mind, but ended up with her in his arms crying instead. He wrapped his around her, seeing that the guy wasn’t getting up anyway. Then watched as Cybil ran over to him with the bat raised and brought it down on the asshole’s shoulder.

“You fucking bastard!” She Kurtköy Escort screamed at him as she hit him again, striking his hip as he curled into a ball. Mason just watched her, not feeling any need to step in as she hit him a half-dozen more times, then dropped the bat and came over to be included in the hug.

“We should call the cops.” Mason told her, but Katey stiffened.

“Can we just go?” she pled in a small voice, “Please?”

“Okay, whatever you need.” Cybil told her gently, looking at Mason before taking Katey and steering her towards the front of the bar. Mason hesitated for a second, looking at the scene, then bent and picked up the bat and the cue stick. He spotted the cue ball Cybil had thrown and scooped it up as well on the way out. Throwing all three in his trunk before climbing in behind the wheel. Cybil was in the back holding her friend, letting her cry. He supposed he should tell Allan what had happened, but knew that would mean full-time security, and then there was Cybil to consider, he didn’t want her getting into any trouble over what had happened. So he decided to wait and see what came of it.

***

Mason felt different after that. Rite of passage or first blood, the fight had answered that nagging question, ‘What would you do?’. He had trained and spared with Marcus countless hours, survived Kato attacks in his sleep, but he had never raised his hands in a real fight. He tried to tell himself he didn’t like it, but he knew he was lying. MIT’s immense campus and the faculties’ reputation had intimidated him for weeks, but most of that just quietly died.

The story they got from Katey still pissed him off. It had been her second date with the guy Cybil had beaten with the bat. He’d been really sweet on their first date and they were supposed to meet some other couples that night for some dancing. Only the other couples turned out to be his two friends at that sleazy bar. When it became clear she wasn’t going to be allowed to leave, she had used the app Cybil had made her download the year before.

Mason never said anything to Cybil about what she had done, just holding her later that night and asking her if she was okay. Katey having finally fallen asleep, curled up on the other side of Cybil. Feeling her nod and squeeze him tighter in response. The next day he made sure the bat and other stuff were buried deep in the hotel dumpster.

Cybil ran what happened through her mind a lot over the next few days. The gentle man she had come to love, had exploded in that bar, and guys had started going down. He’d been like some primal beast for those short moments. She had seen it in his eyes, couldn’t get it out of her mind. She caught herself looking at him, wondering what it would be like if that part of him ever took her, knowing it never would. But the idea left her wet.

Mason caught the look once. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.” He told her quietly, relaxing when she smiled and told him she wasn’t.

If anything Katey was quieter after that, but if Mason was around, she was close to him. Cybil teased her about being his shadow. A week passed with no cops or calls to the Dean’s office, and life went on. He didn’t see a reason to bother Allan, and Cybil seemed to be even hornier than before if that were possible, not that Mason was complaining. And Ardella told him she needed him to come to the hall and make some decisions.

The next Saturday found Katey, Cybil and Mason at the hall. Mason stunned by the work already done. He’d known that Ardella had a dozen full crews working seven days a week, and had seen the ditch crew already half way up the road, another crew laying casing and lines a short way behind them. But the amount of work such a force could carry out in just a couple of weeks staggered him. People were crawling over every inch of the place like a colony of ants.

Ardella swept them along in a tour, starting down in the spa. The recommended distance for the new steam generator to the steam head was ten feet, so space meant for lockers in the showers had been walled off and tiled to accommodate it. Mason didn’t see a need for more than a dozen lockers anyway. A commercial grade stainless, quiet technologies heat pump was installed alongside it to supply the bath and showers. There were red oak single tier lockers with matching benches. All fine with Mason.

Sports tubs had been bought to take the place of massage tables in two of the three alcoves. An inclined stainless whirlpool tub in one, and an ice bath in the second, while the third had been enclosed and turned into a bathroom.. The eight shower heads had been swapped out for handheld multi-function wands. It was a far cry from the dark basement Mason had first seen. The recessed lighting had been wired so that a series of dials could mute or brighten any area, and color programmable pool lighting had been installed in the bath. Overall, Mason was very happy with it and let Ardella know it.

Katey came alive when Ardella led them up to the kitchen next. A small fortune Pendik Escort had been spent on it, and the room was crowded with restaurant grade appliances and cabinets, still in their crates. There were reach-in refrigerators and work tables, everything in stainless. Katey fluttered around it all like a monarch butterfly in a field of Goldenrod. She just waved for them to move on when Ardella was ready to.

The original dining area had been sectioned out, with two bathrooms at the front of the space. A large three stall ladies’ room with a door directly off the hallway and a smaller men’s room behind it accessible from the room itself. A fifteen by twenty foot laundry had stolen part of the end next to the elevator. It had four sets of washers and dryers plus folding counters, its door opening into the hallway. The rest was rewired and turned into a gym area. Mason felt there was more than enough room around the little dinner stage in the library slash smoking room for tables, since there would be no smoking going on if he had any say in the matter. Extra outlets lined the walls to accommodate adjacent treadmills and elliptical machines, and half-inch coin grip rubber flooring would be rolled out to protect the hardwood.

To Mason’s delight, the birdcage elevator was working as of that morning. And they took it to the second floor, where they found Benny supervising the installation of the first landing of the fire stairs, as well as a steel emergency exit door. Another crew had already cut the door openings to the right of the elevator on each floor. Cybil ran to him and got a hug, Benny grumbling for his men’s sake, but Mason could see he was pleased.

They had doubled the space Ardella had originally allotted to each bathroom, adding a large walk-in tiled shower enclosure and a dedicated instant on gas water heater to each. They’d done away with the sitting rooms, in favor of the extra room in the baths and a large walk-in closet. Ceiling fans and cedar closet organizers all agreed with what they had decided on, so they moved up to the next floor and found everything virtually the same. . On the fourth floor, it was Saul that got a squeal and a hug from Cybil. He was installing Wi-Fi access points in each apartment and suite, along with video security in the hallways. Cybil had tried to explain the wireless back bone dual-band-capable 5GHz 802.11a radio signal as well as a 2.4GHz 802.11b/g/n radio signal stuff to Mason, but he’d finally told her if she and Saul understood it, he was okay. They had decided to turn the small lounges on the second through fourth floor into media areas in an effort to keep the downstairs library open for study. So Saul would be wiring all of them too. As well as mounting cameras along the edge of the roof parapet. Accessing the roof by climbing the ladder in Mason’s room had hampered getting the elevator running, so it had been decided to extend the fire stairs to the roof in case of future maintenance needs.

The big difference here was that while Mason had agreed to splitting the space on the second and third floor into eight apartments, the fourth floor still had just four larger ones. Each suite almost fifteen hundred square feet, so while they also got larger baths and closets, each still had a large living room and a utility room that could be used however the occupant wanted.

Mason’s suite had been gutted. He saw no use for the extra rooms, so he also went with a large bath and walk-in closet. Leaving the rest as an open studio. Several tables were scattered about the space that were covered with plans and contracts, Ardella’s command center. Leading them to one of the side tables, she started going through a pile of granite samples.

“These represent all the white granite available domestically,” she began, “as you can see, there are no good substitutes for the Kashmir granite used in the hall. I’m afraid we have little choice but to bring it in.” As soon as the court decree had been amended, Mason had Ardella start working on plans for some out-buildings. And they were doing everything possible to conform to the style and materials used in the hall itself. A local brickworks was matching the extra red pigments in the English bricks, but the white Kashmir granite could only be faked if done by a domestic source. Something neither Mason or Ardella were willing to do.

“The price isn’t as bad as we feared it would be. And if we have the sawn blocks worked by a stonemason there, we can cut as much as half the shipping costs by weight.” She went on, sorting through some paperwork. “So I’ll need you to release the additional funds so we can finalize the plans and start getting the granite cut.”

Mason had agreed to an additional one point six million for the construction of outbuildings and landscaping. For that they were building a three bay auto shop with an attached fabrication and storage area. Building the Chevelle with Marcus was one of the high lights of his life and he hoped to do it many more times. A shepherd’s cottage, if you could call a two thousand square foot building a cottage, for Marcus. A parking garage capable of handling a dozen cars, and a security gate structure with a seven-foot wall that spanned the front of the property, the other three sides getting chain link fencing.

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The next morning I woke up ready for my wife to have her way with me, as she typically does when we have the morning to ourselves. But that day she woke up with some pretty intense back pain. I thought that might be the end of our fun for the weekend. She assured me that it wasn’t and that it would just take time to loosen up. I decided to go for a run. I returned about an hour later to find her relaxing in the hot tub naked…again.

“I’ll join you in there after a shower.” I told her.

“No rush, I’m just trying to loosen up my back for you.” She said with a grin.

I ran to the bathroom for a quick shower, eager to join her in the tub. I walked out of the bathroom to find her already out of the tub. She was still naked and leaning over the edge of the bed. She had placed a couple of pillows on the edge of the bed to prop herself up. Her legs were spread wide and her magnificent glistening brown butt was staring me straight in the face.

“I thought that…maybe you could…rub my back?” She said a bit sheepishly looking over her shoulder.

She gave her ass a bit of a wiggle to try to invite me over to her. I was happy to oblige and strolled over to her. I noticed a bottle of baby oil lying beside her, which I picked up and squirted a generous amount of oil on her back. I began to massage the oil into her back, paying particular attention to the area I knew to be in pain. She immediately started to push back slightly against my growing erection that just so happened to be pushing in between her ass cheeks. I took a moment away from her back, knelt down and messaged her luscious ass. Making sure that a good amount of oil was spread over and in between her cheeks.

I stood back up, enjoying the sight of my sexy wife half standing, half lying face down on the bed. Her beautiful brown butt was staring at me, almost asking to be played with. I returned to the task at hand, continuing my massage of her back. I moved in closer, reaching over to her shoulders. This caused my now completely hard cock to press firmly against the top of her ass crack. The motion of my rubbing caused my cock to slide up and down her slippery cheeks, quickly had my cock rock hard and dripping precum.

I couldn’t Maltepe Escort resist any longer, I knelt down so her sweet ass was directly in front of my face. I spread her cheeks; her pussy was dripping wet and the pungent aroma as intoxicating. For a moment I enjoyed the sight of the thick pussy juice leaking from her engorged hole. I stuck my tongue out and gave her a long lick from her clit, into the folds of her soaking pussy, up to her tight puckered asshole and then all the way up her crack. I could taste my sweet precum which my hard-on had left in her crack. I gave her a few of those full licks, all the way from her clit to the top of her backside and then back again. Then I started to suck her click and flick it with my tongue, knowing this is her favorite. As expected she began to rock her hips back and forth, giving me the sign that she wanted a bit more from me.

She climbed up on the bed and made herself a thrown of pillows to support her aching back. She lay face down, offering me up her ass once again to pleasure her. I happily obliged squirting a generous amount of lube onto her asshole and pussy. I began by slowing messaging the lube into her tight asshole with my thumb and leaving the rest of my hand for her to grind her clit against. She began to slowly rock her hips trying to get more pressure on her clit from my hand. I indulged her, pressing slightly harder against her now engorged clit.

As I continued to massage her clit I moved my thumb at the sung entrance to her backdoor. I lightly pressed against her asshole and let her own movements slowly work my thick digit inside of her. Her movements seemed to become involuntary and more forceful as she continued to rock her weight back into my hand. She was trying to get more pressure on her clit and at the same time my thumb worked its way deeper in to her anus. Her pussy juice continued to flow and was now dripping down on to her engorged clit. The natural lubrication allowed my fingers to easily roll her button around even more, adding to her pleasure.

Knowing my wife well and this being one of our favorite positions, I knew that she was on the verge of a mind blowing orgasm. I also knew that she was craving a finger Anadolu Yakası Escort inside her pussy to put her over the edge. I like to deny her that final pleasure for a bit, as I know her orgasm will be intensified.

“Please, a finger, I need it.” She begged right on cue.

“Ok, I guess you have one finger.” I teased her

I obliged by moving my middle finger to the opening of her dripping wet pussy hole. I began to message the opening of her cunt, moving the juices all around. I was trying to hold back the feeling of her filled up pussy that she craved until the right moment. However, she wasn’t having any more of my teasing. Once she felt my finger at her opening, she thrust back hard against me hand forcing my middle finger into her throbbing pussy. Her movement pressed my thumb deeper into her asshole, almost immediately both her tight holes her stuffed full of my fingers.

I began to slowly work both my thumb and middle finger in and out of her ass and pussy. All the while I tried to keep pressure on her clit with my ring finger. I made sure to press my finger and thumb together, messaging the thing wall between her pussy and ass. I often finger my wife in this position, but rarely do I get to finger both her pussy and ass at the same time. She most assuredly was enjoying the added sensations of being doubly filled, she buried her face into a pillow to muffle her screams. Her pussy was gushing so much, I could see the slippery liquid dripping down on the sheets of the bed creating a big wet spot.

“Yes…that’s good…keep doing that.” Was about all I could make out from her mostly unintelligible mumbling.

She was thrusting back against my hand, it was all I could do just to hang on and keep my fingers buried in her sloppy holes. I felt a gush of liquid from her stretched pussy and then her muscles clamped down on my fingers. Her asshole began to spasm around my thumb and her orgasm ripped through her body. I did my best to message her g-spot and clit to prolong her orgasm, which seemed to go on for a good 5 minutes.

She collapsed onto her pillow thrown leaving her dripping pussy and ass open for me viewing. What a sexy sight I had before me. I looked İstanbul Escort down at my cock, which had turned purple and was leaking pre-cum all over the bed too. I didn’t waste any time and positioned my throbbing cock at the entrance of her well lubed cunt. I started to slide into her and she responded be arching her back a bit, giving me better access to her accepting hole.

Even though her pussy was about as wet as I’ve ever felt it before, after she cums my wife is always super tight. It took a few strokes to open her up and get my cock coated in her juices. Soon I was buried up to the hilt and she was pressing her ass against me, rocking her hips to get my cock to hit the right spot insider her pussy walls. My balls started to smack against her clit, which always drives her wild. I was so turned on that I had to stop the in-out motion for a minute to let the urge to cum subside a bit before I continued fucking her tight cunt.

I decided to take that time to work her asshole a bit more with my thumb. I spread her ass cheeks wide and marveled at the view. My cock was buried 2/3 of the way inside her glistening cunt, her asshole was gaping a bit from my earlier intrusion with my thumb. I pushed my thumb against her rear entrance and to my surprise it slid right inside.

“Oh my, so full!” She said with a gasp.

To my surprise she didn’t try to pull away, but instead thrust her body back against me trying to get more of my thumb and cock inside her stretched holes. I worked my thumb in and out of her a bit of her hungry ass, before resuming fucking her pussy. I pressed down with my thumb against the thin wall of her anus, this time I could feel my cock straining the walls of her pussy. She began to rock her body back and forth trying to get me to fuck both her holes. I relented and started slowly at first, wanting to prolong the amazing feeling of double penetrating my wife. After a minute or two I was working both my cock and thumb, and rubbing my cock through her anus.

The sensation was too much for me to handle, my cock erupted semen into her pulsating vagina. Even though I had cum the night before I overfilled her pussy and it was seeping out from around my cock. I slowly pulled my softening spent cock out of her well used pussy and spread her ass open a bit to get a better view of both her well used holes. Her asshole was still dilated a bit and cum was oozing out of her gaping pussy. I couldn’t help but smile, it was only 11am, the whole day was ahead of us.

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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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