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

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

“I want to make love to you.”

“I want you too Chelle.”

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

“You want to tie me up or something?”

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

“Okay, I think I can handle that.”

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

“That you did.”

“Then shut up and enjoy.”

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

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

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

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

“You’re driving me insane, Chelle.”

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

“Okay!”

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

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

“Please Chelle, touch it, touch me. “

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

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

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

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

“I like the visual.”

Michelle smiled “Good!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, you’re cheating!”

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

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

“Not yet. Just hang on a bit more.”

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

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

“Mmmmm, music to my ears.”

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

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

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

“It was about time you fucked me!”

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

“Exactly.”

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

“Yup!”

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

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

“Oh yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your Package Has Been Delivered Successfully – Item

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927-820-JL”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After a few minutes he felt a buzz.

“Mhm”

And then a second.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready and waiting” the message read.

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

“Wow, you really are ready,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

“Is something wrong?” he asked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Story of Miranda

by Vitorio ©

General introduction:

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

Thank you,

Vitorio.

Hi,

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

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

Vitorio

Chapter 1 – The first meeting:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“OK,” she said, easier now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, Miranda,” she said.

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

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

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

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

Chapter 2 – The first Photo session

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

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” said a female voice.

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

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

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

“Yes, it is,” she said, “Hi.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What would I have to do?” she asked.

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

“That seems OK. What do I do now?”

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

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

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

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

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

“When are you available?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, is it?” she prompted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When?”

“Ten-ish?”

“Your folks better be sleeping.”

“They will be.”

“Got rum?”

“Rum? Yeah.”

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

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

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

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Dear erotica lover,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Julia had always stood out in a crowd. She was different somehow, strikingly beautiful. Tall and voluptuous with big, firm breasts and a small waist. Shoulder length blonde hair, big blue eyes and a smile that could light up any room.

Tonight was no different. Heads turned as she walked into the party with her parents and her best friend, Kat. As they sat down at a table Julia smiled as she felt eyes on her. She looked around the room taking in the scene around her, looking for something, or someone, to catch her eye.

“Great party, Julia!”, Kat nodded her head to the beat of the song that blasted out, “lets dance.”

As they walked to the dance floor Julia noticed a guy staring at her. She took in the image of the middle aged guy and smiled flirtatiously at him as he looked her body over. She loved the feeling she got from being watched by strange men. It Ümraniye Escort turned her on and she felt that familiar burning sensation between her legs.

The man was tall and dark with deep brown eyes and a sexy smirk on his face. Julia loved the way he looked at her as she rocked her body to the beat. Her curvy hips moved suggestively around in circles underneath her tight black dress.

As the night went on, and she became more drunk, Julia moved closer to the mystery guy and then finally went over and sat next to him at his table.

“Hey there” he muttered as he leaned over and ran his eyes over her long, brown legs. “hey yourself! wanna dance??” she found herself more and more attracted to the tall, dark and handsome stranger.

“I’d love to dance…if you come outside to my car first. I need to get my cell phone.” Julia looked around to see where İstanbul Escort her family were and when she saw them dancing and having a good time she agreed to the sexy man.

The cold air of the night hit her bare skin hard and she hugged herself. “Don’t worry, baby… you’ll get warm in a minute” She smiled at him, “what’s your name, baby?”

“Kerr” he replied from behind her and snaked his arms around her waist. She sucked in a deep breath then turned around in his arms. Allowing the stranger to pull her body closer she leaned up to his face and kissed him. Their tongues entwined and the kiss became more fierce.

As their bodies pressed closer she felt a bulge from underneath his tight blue jeans and she broke the kiss. Her nipples stood out of her flimsy dress like bullets.

Julia backed away from him and took advantage of this man’s hunger for her Anadolu Yakası Escort body. She rubbed her hands over her tits and then slid out of her black dress revealing a sexy black thong. With that he grabbed her body roughly and tore her thong from her. She gasped in excitement and began to unzip his pants. When they were both naked her lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him. Her tight pussy burned in anticipation of the huge, throbbing cock that would penetrate her.

He pushed his dick straight up her and moaned in ecstasy as her pussy enveloped it. every thrust got faster and harder as they longed to cum. He spanked her ass as they fucked and she screamed louder and louder!

“I surrender my body to you!! ooohhhhh yes!! Fuck me!! shoot your seed deep into me!! aaahhhhhh YES!!”

He grunted in orgasm as they climaxed and wave after wave of his cum shot into her. Her cum juices soaked his cock and they rocked until it stopped.

Julia rejoined the party and no one had even noticed her absence. She went back to the dance floor and looked around the room. I wonder who else is here??

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Some had said he’d been mad to take the job at the public prep school. Sure, he had a PhD, but he didn’t need to see his name in print, and he didn’t need the pressure of getting it there. The money was decent, the rhythm suited his lifestyle, and the students were highly intelligent and largely disciplined in this selective all-girls’ school.

Others, all male friends not surprisingly, thought it was a great idea. They thought of him surrounded by nubile females every day and their imaginations ran wild. He had to admit that some days it could be trying. He was one of only a handful of male teachers – all married, all over 40 – but he was the youngest at 44. The hormones floating around and the looks some of the girls gave him were overpowering sometimes. But you’d have to be nuts to act on it – you’d lose your job and never get another one. In his five years in his post, he had successfully avoided even a whiff of trouble. That was about to change.

She was a senior, and her skirt was exceptionally short, even by the standards of the uniform. She had amazing legs, he had noted to himself in a detached way. It helped if you imagined the legs unattached to the rest of the body. That way you could safely fantasize about them without getting a hard-on every time you saw the girl in question.

The problem with this one was that she did not look at him adoringly like the others. She looked at him in a whole other way. A way that said she knew the effect she had on men; a way that was not comparable to the other girls who had simply found a handy focus for their overactive hormones. When she was in class, he didn’t walk around the room as he usually did, but took care to stay well behind the high table. Just in case.

Tonight, he’d gone with some of his buddies to a bar in a small town some thirty miles away. He had been surprised, and somewhat alarmed, to see her there when they walked through the door. Apparently she worked there, judging from the tray she was carrying around. And – Christ! – she was wearing denim shorts that were cut so high you could appreciate every inch of those fine, fine legs, and some of her ass too. He swallowed and suggested to his friends that they take a seat in the part of the room that another girl seemed to be working.

All went well for a couple of hours. He and his friends talked baseball and politics and women – the usual guy talk – and he had almost forgotten that she was there. Almost. Occasionally, he would look surreptitiously at those luscious legs as they weaved between the tables, and the thought would flit, all but unconsciously, through his mind of how good they’d look Ataşehir Escort around his neck. She didn’t seem to have seen him though. He’d picked the seat right in the corner on purpose, away from the overhead light. The trouble started when, after a few beers, he inevitably had to go pee.

As he came back out of the restroom, he almost walked into her.

“Oh! Sir!”, she said surprised, “what are you doing here?”

He felt a little embarrassed. “Well, you know, teachers have lives too,” he shrugged. “I didn’t know you worked,” he said, trying to sound casual.

She explained that it was just a part-time job on a Saturday night to give her some money for clothes, make-up and movies.

There was a brief but very pregnant pause, and then they both spoke at the same time. He apologized and insisted she go first.

“Well,” she said, looking coyly at him through her lashes and twiddling a finger through a strand of her hair, creating a reaction inside his jeans, “I was only going to ask who you were here with.”

He felt uncomfortably warm and wondered why she was so curious. He told her he was with friends, and then she asked him if he’d driven here by himself or with his buddies, because she needed a ride home.

He had to exert an enormous amount of self-control to avoid letting his eyes pop out of his head, or anything else pop out for that matter.

“It’s just that, you know,” she continued, “I need someone I can trust, and well, you are my teacher.”

Fuck! Her mouth was saying one thing, but her eyes, in fact her whole body language, were saying something completely different! He wasn’t sure what to do or say. His head was telling him to say he was sorry but he had to get home very soon, but his prick was telling him to go for it. Fuck!

He dropped his eyes. Big mistake. One look at those legs and his dick made up his mind for him.

“Sure, I’d be glad to,” he heard himself say, while the conscious part of his brain marvelled at his own stupidity.

Back in his seat, he tried to concentrate on what the guys were talking about, but images of her legs kept marching through his head. By the end of the night, his cock was so stiff it hurt, and he was grateful he had brought a longish jacket.

Outside the bar, he said goodbye to his friends, strolled to his car that was thankfully well away from the entrance, and pretended to fiddle in the glove box until he was sure all the guys had driven off. Then he went back to the bar and waved to her that he was waiting.

He was still telling himself he was stupid when she pushed open the door.

“Ready then?” Kadıköy Escort he asked.

“Very ready, ” she replied staring him in the eye.

He led her to the car, asking where she lived. It was only about five miles away and on his way home. A few miles down the road, she told him to take a turn down a side road. He assumed she lived in an isolated house, and was surprised when it dead-ended at a gate. He put the car in park and turned his head to ask whether this was where she lived, and found her face inches from his own.

“Sir,” she whispered, “I think you’re incredibly sexy.” – he gulped – “I can’t stop thinking about you. And I want you to fuck me.”

Fuck! Her right hand was on his thigh and her left hand was stroking the back of his neck. His cock was straining painfully against his jeans, and he could feel a moistness on the front of his shorts. Before he could say anything, she kissed him. Her lips were so soft and her tongue was insistent, and he couldn’t help kissing her back.

Suddenly he heard the engine die, felt one of her gorgeous long legs reach across his, and his seatbelt loosen. Next, the back of the seat dropped and his lips were pulled away from hers. She gave him an almost predatory look and reached behind her, down between his legs to pull on the lever that pushed the seat right back. She shifted her weight a little on his thighs and started to unbutton his jeans.

Fuck! This was surely not a good idea. But those luscious legs were under his hands now, so soft, so smooth and so firm, and he knew there was no going back. Wriggling to get past the steering wheel, she got on the floor between his legs and freed his throbbing cock from his clothes. She licked her lips as she looked at it, and he thought he would cum straight away. And then she had him in her mouth and he groaned out loud. The feel of her tongue as it moved around the head, licking up the pre-cum, made him reach back and grab the headrest with both hands.

Her mouth moved up and down his shaft, sucking him when the head reached her throat. Fuck! He didn’t know if he’d hold out very long, but she was no novice and her fingers gripped him firmly at the base. He couldn’t quite believe what was happening, but it was happening, and now it was, he needed to see those legs around his neck.

His hands went down to the sides of her head and he gently pulled her up. He leaned over to the passenger side to drop the seat and push it back, just as she had done. He didn’t need to talk. She knew what he wanted. Pushing him back with her hands, she lay over him to extricate her long, luscious limbs from under Bostancı Escort the steering wheel and sat down next to him. She pulled off her top, baring her pert little breasts, unbuttoned her shorts and slid them and her thong over her hips and over her feet, tossing everything in the back of the car.

He watched her. She was gorgeous – lithe, as only the adolescent can be – and he hastily undressed before executing a less than graceful extrication himself to climb over to her side.

He lowered himself on top of her to kiss her, his concrete erection pressing into her belly. Her soft hands stroked down his back to his ass and she dug her nails in. He raised his head slightly to look at her, and she lifted her own head to breathe in his ear, “Fuck me, sir. I am so hot for you.”

He didn’t need telling twice by this point. His hand caressed the length of her young, nubile body, and he sucked on her nipple as a gesture, at least, of foreplay. His fingers slipped easily between the lips of her pussy, which was soft, swollen and very wet. He sank to his knees and lifted the legs he had fantasized about onto his broad shoulders, then pushed up from the seat, rolling her ass up in the air, exposing her beckoning cunt.

As he entered her, they both moaned loudly. She was no virgin, but she was tight. He eased in slowly so as not to hurt her, savouring the awesome sensations. Fuck! He was past caring how stupid he was being now. He stroked in and out slowly, revelling in the sensation of her warm wet walls around his cock. He opened his eyes and saw she had hers closed and was playing with her nipples. He began to stroke faster. He watched her hand glide down her body and her forefinger find her clitoris and begin to rub actively. Her stomach muscles were clenching and her calves were pressing down on his shoulders as she tried to thrust up to meet him.

He could feel his own calves start to cramp and he wasn’t sure if it was just the position or he was soon going to cum. The feeling began to build and he knew then that he wouldn’t last much longer. His arm muscles were straining now as his cock plunged in and out of her with a mind of its own. She was moaning hard now and he could feel her vaginal muscles pulling him in deeper. His balls, soaked with her juices, began to tighten; her pussy clamped around him; his prick was like a girder as the cum rose through it, and then he grunted as he burst into her, her pussy clasping him, pulling a second and a third spurt out of him. She was mewling, actually mewling.

Her legs spread and fell from his shoulders and he collapsed on top of her, feeling their intermingled cum seeping into the fabric of the carseat, and wondering if he had anything he could clean that up with before he got home.

“Oh, sir!” she breathed again. “You were amazing, just like I imagined. I promise this will just be our little secret.”

Fuck!

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I had got myself a summer job in a pub when I was at University last year. The work was fun and I met some really nice people and enjoyed working behind the bar.

On this particular evening the pub was starting to fill up and I was busy chatting and serving when a really attractive blonde Swedish girl came in and ordered some wine which she drank as she talked to me for a while as she ran her fingers through her lovely hair and crossed and uncrossed her legs a couple of times. I couldn’t help but notice that she was getting lots of admiring glances from some of the regulars and other young men in the bar area. She asked for another glass and sat down at a table over by the window, occasionally looking out and I imagined that she must be waiting for some gorgeous sexy hunk. I went to the other end of the bar and got caught up with serving for a while, but when I went back I noticed that she was still alone and had got herself another drink. She sat there idly tapping her fingers on the table to the soft music that was playing in the back ground and had a cheeky grin on her face. Following her gaze and I noticed that she was sexily communicating with a rather elderly man with thinning grey hair and glasses! I couldn’t help myself but stay and watch their flirting game. He was fully aware of her attention and was glowing from ear to ear, his blue eyes twinkling and his smile was so naughty. My mouth visibly dropped open though, when I saw Maltepe Escort her shapely long legs slowly open in his direction as her fingers played upwards reaching her stocking tops and even further.

I imagined that she could have had any man in the pub as most of them had glanced in her direction a couple of times. Her sex play continued and I tried to stay at that end of the bar to watch how much further it went. Then again I couldn’t believe my eyes when I watched her beckon him with her forefinger to follow her as she headed for the Ladies toilets. He nearly fell as he tried to get up too quickly in his excitement. Giggling to myself I had to see more! I looked round and slipped away towards the toilets after them. I was almost bubbling over with laughter imaging what was going to happen next as I crept along the corridor after them. Peeping around one of the cubicle doors was closed and I could hear hushed voices. With my heart pounding loudly I crept into the one beside it and locked the door behind me. As quietly as I could I put the lid of the toilet down and climbed on top. Bending and leaning slightly forward I looked through a peep hole that I had discovered when I first started working at the pub. Lo and behold there they were nearly naked and so horny. I had to suppress my laughter again and it wasn’t easy! She was just wearing a tiny tight green top and I watched her as she provocatively pulled it over İstanbul Escort her head and her two delicious tits bounced out and he gasped and I saw his eyes widen enormously at the sight of them. The man still had his underpants on that revealed a remarkably big bulge for someone of his years. I watched her as she touched it and it moved and grew even more as she put her fingertips into the elastic and pulled them down. It bounced up in her face and even she suppressed a giggle.

The girl whispered what a nice big boy he was as she sexily licked her lips as she pulled his foreskin back tracing the outline of his solid prick with a long red painted nail. Then leaning over it she poked her pink tongue out licking the oozing pre-cum from its tip. The girl suddenly got onto the closed toilet and stood with her cunt jutting into his face displaying a beautiful soft shaved pussy before she pulled her sex lips open. He gasped and reached for her bum cheeks and pushed his face between her legs and into the glistening folds of her cunt and over large swollen clit. He licked and sucked her outragously as she moaned quietly before rippling into what sounded like a very satisfying multi orgasm that seemed to last for ages. Finally she dropped down onto the toilet seat and pulled him closer to her. As she reached for his cock she slid her delicate fingers up and down its length, as his eyes slowly closed enjoying her movements. Anadolu Yakası Escort Eventually he moved round in the confined space and sat on the seat and the girl quickly straddled him and gently lowered herself onto his throbbing length. Carefully, she moved backwards, forwards and up and down, until the head of his rampant cock touched her outer lips and clitoris before sliding it back in again, while running her fingers down the groves of his bony spine. She was obviously enjoying herself as his prick twitched and grew inside her as she rocked her hips. The girl watched his expression as she played with her obviously erect and aroused nipples. Biting her sumptuous blood red lips, the same colour as her finger nails they looked an amazing sight as they swayed together on the toilet until the dams burst and they came loudly over the edge together.

With all the puffing and panting I made my escape and nobody seemed to have noticed my absence from the bar. I saw the girl return and leave through the main door and waited for the old man to follow. I was busy and serving at the other end of the room when we suddenly heard an unearthly scream coming from the direction of the toilets. Bill my manager rushed out and some minutes later appeared back with a very distressed middle aged woman. He called me quickly over and asked me to look after her muttering that she had found a naked old man in the Ladies toilets quite dead with a huge hard on! I am sure that I went bright red hearing the news as I tried to take it on board and call for an ambulance. The Swedish girl had gone and only I knew what had happened but sure wasn’t going to say anything. I bet he had a smile on his face too, bless him what a way to go!!!

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