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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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It is the end of February and another “Unleash the Beast” event with the “Professional Bull Riding” (PBR). Top cowboys have come into town. Arlen (22 yrs.) draws a top bull named, “Fright Night” for his first ride. He hopes to ride 8-seconds, earn good points and good money. He comes into this event ranked at number
. Arlen rode this bull last season, but was thrown quickly. He’s glad to ride again to get some redemption.

Betty (21 yrs.) is a short-haired brunette (35-24-32) who wears an unbuttoned western shirt. The tight bra lifts up her tits showing some cleavage. The white cowboy hat and boots match perfectly. Her black Levi jeans are tight-fitting too.

She sits at the top of the bleachers looking through binoculars. Her focus is on Arlen who gets ready to ride “Fright Night.” She’s been following him on his You-Tube videos. He always chops wood, wearing only jeans, his cowboy hat and boots.

Betty whispers, “Those broad shoulders… Fuck.”

She knows that he likes to western dance. She’ll look for him after the bull riding competition.

“Fright Night” jumps from the bucking shoot. Arlen rides for 8-seconds who tries to jump off the bull. His hand is caught in the bull rope. The 1000-pound animal jerks him around like a rag doll. He can’t get loose as a rodeo clown tries to help him. His body is slammed hard and the hand is finally yanked free. Arlen hits the dirt and crawls away as fast as he can.

He scores 91 points and the audience Kartal Escort cheers for him.

Inside the country “Stadium.” A local cover-band takes a break and a disc jockey takes over playing country hits. The dance floor fills up with line dancers. Arlen is in the middle of several women. His right hand is wrapped up. He had changed into new jeans, a shirt and favorite cowboy hat. His boots glide across the floor.

He returns to his table to find Betty standing there. He looks for his pitcher of beer and glass.

She says, “Your friend is out there dancing. He asked me to watch your beer.”

He tips his hat showing the jet-black hair, “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

She looks down at his wrist, “You aren’t gonna ride in the second round?”

He raises his hand up, “No, I earned points though. That’s the most important thing.”

She asks, “Does it hurt? That bull threw you around.”

He answers, “Nah… I took some painkillers. I’ll ride next weekend.”

His eyes glance down at her unbuttoned shirt and cleavage.

He asks, “Wanna share my pitcher?”

She answers, “Sure, I’ll pour. Save your strength for later.”

He smiles, “For what later?”

She tips her own cowboy hat, “What you’ll do to me later.”

Inside the motel room. The long curtains are closed except for the small center opening. The heater below is turned on “high” as steam fogs up the window. The lamp on the desk table is turned on.

Jeans, Pendik Escort shirts, cowboy boots and hats are piled up next to the bed. Arlen and Betty are naked who kiss each other. She un-snaps her bra and yanks it off. Her body falls back onto the bed and she spreads her legs open.

He licks his left palm and rubs it over his stiff 5 and ¼-inch cock.

Arlen says, “Put your butt-cheeks on the edge of the bed.”

Betty positions herself. She looks up at his shoulders.

She says, “Love your shoulders baby.”

He smiles, “Thanks… I’m gonna push your legs up and cum fast.”

She asks, “Is your hand okay?”

He nods his head, “Yeah, it’s okay.”

His hands slowly push her legs up. The wrapped hand doesn’t hurt. Her thick black pussy is revealed.

She whispers, “I watch you chopping wood all the time.”

He replies, “My videos eh?”

His body leans over and the cock-tip opens her pussy lips. He pushes in slowly and his black crotch hits those lips.

Betty is hot… Arlen closes his eyes and turns his head to the left.

He whispers, “Fuck… You are tight.”

His shaft begins pushing in and out fast.

Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.

Her tits jiggle wildly.

Arlen pushes in deep and explodes, “My-Gaaaaaaaahh.. Aaaaaaahh.. Gawd..!!”

He keeps his cock inside and let’s go of her legs. He leans down onto his elbows. They kiss deeply.

5 Minutes later. Göztepe Escort Betty’s head is leaning against a pillow. Both of her hands grip the tits and fingers pinch the nipples.

Arlen’s head is in between her legs. Both of his muscular shoulders lift up those legs.

His left middle finger digs deep into her cunt. His tongue concentrates on her clitoris.

Her flat stomach quivers as the pleasure shoots through her body.

She screams, “Unh-Unh-Unnnnhh… Unnnhh.. Arlen-Arlen.. Unnh-Unnh-Right-There.”

His tongue pushes hard on her clitoris.

Her head jerks back and forth on the pillow.

She responds, “Unh-Unhh-Unh.. There-There-There.. Unnnnhh..Uh-Unnnhh.. C-Cumming.. Gawd-Cumming…”

Her lower back arches off of the bed, “Uhh-Uh-Uhh.. Uuunnnnnhhh..!! Unnnnnnhhh..!! Gawd-Gawd.. Unnh-Unnhh..!!”

Arlen lifts his head up as she comes back down.

20 minutes later. Betty is bent over the bed. Her butt-cheeks point in the air and her legs are spread open. Arlen stands in between those legs. He smiles down at her buttocks.

He licks his left-palm and wipes all over his cock. He then grips his shaft and guides it toward her pussy lips.

The cock-tip rubs her lips up and down. He then pushes in slowly.

His groans, “Ohhhh… Fuck.”

Both of his hands are placed on the bed. He opens his eyes to watch his cock push in and out.

Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.

He stops and explodes, “Uhh-Aaaaaaaaahh.. Aaaaaaahh.. Gawwd.!!”

The next morning. Arlen suddenly wakes up under the bed covers. He looks around and Betty is gone. He sits up and sees her cowboy hat on the bed… His hat is gone. She had switched them.

He says, “I just bought that hat too.”

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I like short, petite women.

That’s a simple enough thing, right?

Nope.

You see, I’m a tall, brawny guy: seven foot one and 300 lbs. And the women I like are normally in the 4’8″ to 5’2″ range, and around 100 lbs. Now, don’t misunderstand me, I don’t date the shorties exclusively, I just find them very attractive.

Why I like ’em short is rather complicated. You see, most girls are too short for me to be face to face with during sex. I can’t kiss a girl and be inside her at the same time, and can’t 69 with most women. (Although there were these two Scandanavian sisters one time, but I’ll save that one for later.) Now, if I can’t be on even physical footing with a girl, I like for the size difference to be a bit exaggerated. It allows me to play around in certain ways that I find satisfying.

Yesterday is a perfect example of my “fetish” in action.

*

I’m a grad student in Literature at a second-rate American University (is there any other sort?), and in my experience most American schools are so much alike as to be interchangeable. So, let’s just say that I attend Yoknapatawpha U.

YU is a fairly conservative campus, officially. Nonetheless, we have a noticeable, if small, populace of free-thinkers, hippies, and other sorts of liberals. For the most part, the liberal populace doesn’t have to hide itself from public view. They do, however, tend to restrain themselves somewhat while in public. Frankly, that doesn’t bother me. I wish everyone, conservative or liberal, would act with a least a modicum of self-respect while around others.

Once in a rare while, you’ll see two girls holding hands as they cross campus, or maybe engaging in a little touching or kissing. You’ll also see the occasional student in full “punk” garb. While these people tend to draw some odd looks, they aren’t persecuted in any overt way.

Enter Camille.

Cami is exactly the type of girl I go for, physically and otherwise. Five foot one, about 90- 95 lbs. Best of all, she is curvy for her size, yet still very firm-bodied. She has a perfect “hourglass” figure, without being too meaty for her height. Her breasts are somewhat large for her size, and are perfectly round and firm. She has shoulder-length blonde hair that she occasionally dyes to some outrageous color, because she is a bit of a showman, always wanting to do something to get attention. Today, her hair is a sort of Kool-Aid red.

Besides being somewhat of a “punk” chick, Cami also Göztepe Escort does not hide her attraction to women, nor does she shy away from talking about sex in public. What I like is that she does not flaunt anything, does not try to force her personality on anyone, she simply does not censor herself for having different desires and beliefs than others. To wit, she will flirt openly, will sometimes make lewd comments about passing girls, sometimes complain about a bad lover in public all things that men and straights feel comfortable doing.

There had always been a fairly affectionate tone to our relationship, we always flirted and occasionally groped one another. But, the timing was never quite right for anything to get started between us. I was seeing someone when I met Cami, and she was seeing someone when I became single, and so forth.

That ended yesterday.

*

I was sitting on the steps of the Student Union yesterday, Friday, taking a smoke-break during the two-hour interval between my last class and the start of work. A few others were sitting nearby, but I didn’t know any of them and so we weren’t conversing. I saw Cami approach, and she caught my eye. We kept eye contact while she approached, and I do believe that she saw the desire I felt. She said hello and patted me on the head.

Then, with just a second’s hesitation, she sat down sideways on my lap to my surprise. But, being quick on my feet, I wrapped my arms around her and leaned in halfway to her, looking for a kiss. She took the bait and leaned the rest of the way in and kissed me. We held each other in the kiss for a long moment, then broke away.

I like it when women know what they want and will fucking go after it.

“I’ve wanted that for a long time,” she said, then laughed throatily.

“Me too,” I said. Then, on cue, my penis grew erect in almost record time. It was straining against my pants, and was trying to lift Cami up with it.

“Oh my,” she said, feeling my rather large bulge through our thin summer clothes. “Let’s go do something about that.”

“Serious?” I asked.

“I’m game if you are,” she said sultrily.

“Yeah,” I said, dumbfounded. “Lead on.”

I am not a particularly conservative person, nor particularly timid. I was just shocked that a girl would be so bold.

“Let’s just adjust you a bit,” she said, looking around to make sure we were unobserved. Then she reached down and gently turned my cock in my pants so that İstanbul Escort it would be as comfortable, and unnoticeable, as possible.

I groaned a bit in pleasure, but kept it as quiet as I could, so as to not attract undue attention from passers by.

“I’ve never known a girl who could handle it so well,” I said quietly.

She just laughed cheerily, took my hand and led me into the Union. We walked calmly, as though all were normal, to the usually empty third floor of the building, and then to the most remote restrooms there. Even though we didn’t see anyone else on the floor, we both looked around quickly before ducking into the ladies’ room.

Once inside, she quickly looked in all the stalls.

She turned around smiling, indicating that we were alone. But her smile fell from her face as her jaw dropped. You see, I had already dropped my pants and hauled my cock out.

Remember, I am very tall and brawny; and all of me is in proportion to the rest of me. My member is just under eight inches long, and pretty wide-around.

The smile returned to her face as she unbuckled her shorts and came over to me. She tugged her shorts and panties off of her hips and dropped them on the floor. I leaned against the door to prevent intrusion, and took her into my arms. I stooped forward to kiss her, and our tongues danced with each other for a few sizzling minutes. I find very few acts, short of sex itself, to be quite as erotic as tongue-kisses. By the time we stopped kissing, my cock was straining painfully.

And here’s where I start to enjoy the size difference.

I just picked her up off of the floor, she as light as a feather to me, and pulled her up to my eye-level. Our glances locked, and I saw something like a nervous hesitance in her face, but that softened into a trusting smile as we continued to look on one another. She wrapped her legs around me, and then I started lowering her. I was able to support her weight with my right arm, and so I dropped my left hand to my cock to guide it into her.

She gasped as I got the head in. Despite my rather generous size, and despite her smallness, it went in pretty easily. I’ve never actually had a problem with getting into a girl never “bottomed out” or any of that nonsense. I mean, their vaginas are designed to deliver babies.

I paused a second with just the head in, so that she could lubricate and adjust to my size. Then I lowered her further. Inch by rapturous inch, she Anadolu Yakası Escort eased onto me.

And then I was in, all the way in. She groaned and then started twitching. Apparently she had an orgasm just from getting me in.

We both just held each other a moment while our hearts beat, and I felt our bodies pulsing together and against one another.

She started grinding against me, straining her muscles a bit to do so. I wrapped both arms around her again, and then started slowly raising and lowering her. After just a few strokes, she started twitching again, almost convulsing this time, as another orgasm overtook her.

Then I started moving her in earnest. Up and down she went, with me doing almost all the work. And then she just relaxed and let me do all the work, as I didn’t need help to move her around. She leaned back a bit, and pulled her arms out from behind me to grab onto my left shoulder and right arm, clutching me fiercely with her hands. I watched as her climax grew, her eyes closed tight, her lips pursed to contain her moans. My own climax started to build as I continued moving her up and down on me.

I started moving her faster and faster, finally she could not contain herself anymore and moaned pretty loudly as she came. I was just a second behind, and groaned quietly as I came inside of her.

We just held position a moment, then she opened her eyes to look at me. She kissed me fiercely and kept on clawing at me aggressively.

“We better go,” I said, “someone might have heard.”

Even though I was saying this, my cock was still hard inside of her.

We got dressed and snuck out of the bathroom, observed by no one. Then we left the Union altogether. Once outside, she turned to me and pulled my head down to kiss her again. The kiss was as passionately intense as every other had been.

“That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced,” she said breathily. “I felt so full!”

“Come on,” I said. “You don’t have to stroke my ego.”

“I mean it!” she said enthusiastically.

“Well, I can do better,” I said levelly, not boasting. “That was just a quickie.”

She fell silent a moment at that, stunned, I think, at the implications.

“How could any girl ever let you go?” she asked.

“And I cook, too,” I said.

She laughed again, leaned in and lightly bit my chest through my shirt. This sent a brief jolt of electricity through my not-quite-sated prick, which surged in anticipation.

“Let’s go to my place,” she said decisively and took me by the hand.

As she was leading me to her car, I took out my cell-phone and called work. I told them not to expect me in today.

And, oh my, things only got better once we got to her place.

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Please note: The story is fiction. However, things I say about myself like a general description, how I perform sexually, good or bad, is true. I am not a good writer, I admit, but, I do enjoy writing erotica. Generally, my stories are all true. This story is a fantasy. Thank you.

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Amber was constantly on my mind…whether at work, or, play, or while I was resting….I couldn’t get her out of my head. Whenever my thoughts turned to her, which was so much of the time, my cock got stiffer then what it was and I kept thinking about the next time I was going to be with her.

It was a warm, calm Saturday afternoon and I had arranged with you to go on a picnic. I picked you up at your apartment. When I pulled up, you were standing there, on the sidewalk, in very tight mini-shorts and a loose blouse.

You climbed in the car and I drew in the heady scent of your perfume, my eyes perusing your incredible body. You slid over on the seat real close to me and we kissed softly. Then, I faced for- ward, put the car in low gear and took off. Your left arm was up and behind my head, your fingers trailing through my hair and your right arm was down,….your long fingers sliding all along the great bulge in my trousers.

I drove to Central Park and we found a remote, quiet location. I grabbed the basket from the back seat and the blanket and we walked several feet from the car. I was walking behind you watching every curve of your magnificent ass moving under your mini-shorts and your blouse was a short one with a revealing midriff. Your long, wavy hair was down, bouncing on your shoulders as you moved.

I set the basket down and we spread the blanket on the closely cut grass. Then, we settled on it and I drew out a bottle of cold champagne. I poured it in the narrow-neck glasses. Then, we tapped them and sipped, your eyes, glaring with a very promising look on me. You hunkered up real close to me and with the flat of your hand, you pushed me down. Then,…you leaned over me and I watched your beautiful face descend, your pouty, full, lipsticked lips moving to my own.

Your arm went around my head as the kiss intensified. It was divine. We held this kiss for a while, our mouths moving, our tongues searching while your long fingers glided to my zipper and we both heard it as you drew it down. Then, with your hand on the right side of my beltline and my hand on the left we both drew my trousers down my legs.

You turned your head, looking at my crotch and your eyes flared when you saw my long length poking through the fly of my shorts. “Look, Hoot! Look how ready it is! It is always ready when I am with you,” you commented. “God!…How can it not be? You are soooo vivacious and sexy,” I answered. “You know what I expect,….don’t you?” you asked. “Yes,…I think I do,” I said excitedly. You hooked your fingers in the elastic waistband of my shorts and started to pull on them as I raised my hips. You drew them down my legs and off of my feet.

“Good!….Because, THIS time,….I am going to handle it,” you said with great promise. Generally,….I….like to control the action, but, knowing you I knew this was going to be terribly exciting, so, I not only let you continue,….I encouraged you to. You moved away from me for a moment and dug into the basket I had carried over. You drew out a can of whipped cream and you shook it, looking at me with a knowing smile as you did so. I smiled back and my cock was so hard, it hurt! You also drew out the very silky slip I always used when I was wanking.

After shaking the can for a moment or two, you set it down on the blanket, and, on your knees, facing me, you began to unbutton your blouse. As your fingers worked the buttons, I could see your cleavage and the insides of your big, full tits. Then,….you moved it off Anadolu Yakası Escort of your shoulders and placed it on the blanket. I laid there,…my breaths coming in short gasps as your hands rolled all over your big tits. I could actually feel my big balls filling as you rolled them together tightly, allowing me to gaze at the deep cleavage your action caused.

“I know, Hoot, those things that give you your biggest climaxes, and, I will do two of those things right now,” you said to me with a big smile. “But,…I….will handle everything, baby! You just lie there and enjoy,….okay?” “Um,…..y-y-y-yes,” I answered, my voice cracking from my excite- ment. You then picked up the whipped cream can and you pressed it’s nozzle, and, although it was at room temperature, as it spread across my cock, it felt cool. You sprayed and sprayed,…coating my entire cock and balls with it. Then,…you turned it on yourself, and, shot big, long gobs of it in your cleavage and on the inside of your luscious tits.

When you were satisfied that you had used the whipped cream the way you wanted, you moved on your knees so that you were between my legs. Your hands went out and you pressed the inside of my thighs making my legs spread wider apart. Then,…you moved up on your knees so that your body was very close to my own.

As I felt your soft belly against the underside of my coated shaft, I began to pump my hips. You were holding your tits just wide enough apart to allow my cock to slip up between them. Then,…with the flat of your hands at the sides of your tits, you pressed them together and I gasped as I felt the full flesh of your tits, coated with the cream, move against the sides of my hard shaft!

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of your full, firm, jutting tits and I was taking deep, long breaths of air as my shaft slid up, up, up your cleavage, and, as it rode higher, you tilted your head and I saw you open your sexy mouth as wide as I had ever seen you do it and, my body flinched and shivered when you stabbed your tongue at the large, open hole in the tip where you drove it down into the hole. You scooped out the pre-cum that was there, then, you slid your tongue all over the outside of the tip, taking in the whipped cream that was gobbed on it. My fingers gripped the blanket hard as your mouth, lips and tongue moved all over my length,…and,…as I pumped, your mouth was able to swoop down to my balls where you sucked the cream from them.

You swallowed, making sure your throat walls were coated with the sweet-tasting whipped cream! You rolled your big tits all around my shaft after hunching your shoulders forward and I felt your lips glide down my length! I pumped and very soon, you picked up the rhythm as your lips rolled along my hard cock, your mouth open so wide your jaw looked as though it dislodged itself from your jaw bone.

I watched, almost in disbelief, as each inch I pumped through your folded tits appeared as though they were disappearing in your mouth! Then,…you swooped down on it in one sudden move, and, I hollered, aloud, when I felt the big, open tip and the inches behind it, slip along your tight, gripping throat walls! When my ass returned to the blanket, I felt my cock slip back up through your throat walls and move into your mouth where you then, bounced your tits against the sides of my shaft and slid them up and down my long length.

“UUUHHHHH!!!!!” I groaned, clenching my fists and jaw as your won- derful tits loved my cock. Up, down,…up,…down,…you slid your tits along my entire length and the gism was churning in my now, full balls. You whipped your tongue, side to side, through your lips and this only excited me more.

“I’ll handle your cream, Hoot!” you said, so, I slid my body back supporting my spine with a couple of pillows to Bostancı Escort put me in a half-sitting position. You reached for the silky slip and filled your hand with it and moved your hand to my big balls and shaft, where you began to cup, fondle, and, roll them, and, I knew this was going to make me explode.

“UUHHHHHOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!” I cried out, and, you felt my cock thicken in your hand. My body stiffened and the first hot column left my full balls and raced up the vein on the bottom of my shaft. Your hand slid up my length, and, you gripped it several inches under the tip. You aimed the tip toward your face, and,….whoosh,….the first column flew from the large, open tip, and you shut your eyes as you felt it’s hot, thick stream flow across your eyebrows.

Your mouth was open in a half-smile and it was easy to see you truly loved doing this. A thick rope of cum was strung across the bottom of your forehead and the top of your eyebrows. You aimed it again, and, another long, creamy column escaped me, flying onto your cheek where you pushed my shaft, slowly, gradually, to the side so you could feel the column roll across your nose and onto the other cheek. Two sec- onds later, you felt another column leave my cock, landing on the left side of your chin where you moved my shaft so it would string across to the other side.

By this time, the first column, on the upper part of your face, was rolling slowly down,…across your eyes, down both sides of your nose where it met the second column I had delivered to you and I could see it started to coat the flesh of your face. Then, when those two col- umns merged, they continued to slowly roll down, crossing your lips and moving to your chin.

With eagerness, your tongue came out and you licked your lips, taking in cum that had gathered there, and, I heard you swallow it. With one hand on the upper part of my cock, guiding it, your other hand, silk- filled, fondled and cupped my big balls. A couple of seconds later, my body stiffened again and my head rolled back as you directed another column to spray on the top of your right breast and you moved my shaft, like a hose, across your chest, making sure the column shot onto both tits. Again, it was like a long rope as it landed, and, with it being so thick, it began to roll slowly down your tits, and, onto your nip- ples before it slid along the inward sweep of your lovely, big tits.

Another column leaped from me, and, you aimed it so it would spray underneath your tits from one side of your waist to the other.

The columns, so far, all began to run into each other, leaving a thick coat of the flesh it had covered. How you so loved it’s heat, thickness, and, wetness. By this time, you realized there was still a lot left in me, so, you provoked it by moving your silk-filled hand at blinding speed against my emptying balls. You reaimed the next spray so it would land across your tits and nipples, already coated with the earlier releases. The next one, you directed my cock so it would land across your lips and cheeks, and, the next, you aimed at your upper face, then, your hair,….both of us marveling at how it left my shaft, shot into the air the short distance, and,….splat- tered on your body.

I continued to expel great amounts of hot gism, and, you,…still holding my shaft just behind the tip, directed it’s sprays, over and over again,….across your face,….your nose,…..eyes,…forehead, ….lips and mouth and, every once in a while you would open your mouth wide and allow my cum to blast into it where you would swallow all you could! You reveled in doing this,….and,…it seemed to me, you wanted most of it to impact your face. 32 seconds,….35,….37 and, at the 41st second,…you allowed the final release to smack against your lips. Oh,….how coated your Erenköy Escort face was when your silk- filled provoked the final drops from my now empty balls!

I collapsed on the blanket and, you, right away, grabbed your blouse and put it on. Then, you leaned over me while I layed there, my eyes shut, catching my breath and you said, “C’mon Hoot,…let’s go over to the Park Central bar.

I opened my eyes and looked at you,…your face entirely coated and, I could see my cum on your chest that your blouse did not cover. “What!….You want to go there,….like that?” I said, pointing to you. “Of course. You ought to know how much I love this,” you said with a smile. “Okay,….if that is what you want to do.” I raised up and packed up our things,…the food still in the basket and, I dressed and we left. We were near one edge of the park, and, I knew we only had to cross the street to get to the bar. So, we put the things in the car and headed, on foot, toward the bar,…you still coated with my gism.

When we got to the front door of the bar, I turned to you and said, “You sure you want to do this?” “Of course, Hoot,…..c’mon!” you answered. I shrugged my shoulders and we entered. The bar and lounge were crowded. I found a table and we sat. When the waiter came up to us, he stared at you,…and,…I could see a thousand questions in his mind. “What,……what,…..what,….will you….have?” he asked quite nervously. Everyone sitting around us stared. Their eyes were on you, but, you just sat there with a wry smile on your pretty face, and, told him what you wanted. I did the same.

He left and I looked at you. Your face was so coated it appeared like you had on one of those face masks that women generally apply just before they go to bed. The men and the women around us contin- ued to look, and, we could make out low whispers coming from them, like, “Does she have what I think she has,…on her face?” It didn’t phase you. Apparently you had done this before. “I told you, Hoot,…I love it when the cum is coated all over me.” I wondered, when it set in with the people around us, that they were seeing what they thought they were,….that it all came from one man – me! You continued to stare at me with somewhat of a puz- zled look on your face. Then, you smiled when you had a thought. “I wonder if they have any conception at all that all this gism came from one man.” I shrugged my shoulders.

The waiter came back carrying our drinks. He, again, glared at you, set the drinks down and left. We hoisted our glasses, tapped them and drank. People around us were still buzzing. A couple came from the bar, stood about 20 feet from us and just stared, tilting their heads toward each other, whispering. You took out your mirror from your purse. You stared into it. “My, my,….you did do a job on me, Hoot!” you said, smiling. I just sat there, not knowing what to say or do. “C’mon, Hoot,….relax! Let them look,” you said.

We spent a little time there, having our drinks. Then, you looked up at me and said, “C’mon, Hoot,….let’s go,…..take me home…be- cause I want all that gism,” and you pointed at me, “inside of me.” You leaned to me and added, “In my pussy,….my ass,….between my tits,….and,….in my mouth and down my throat!”

I was starting to sweat. We got up and left and I went to the cashier and paid for our drinks. The cashier was a woman and she looked beyond me, at you,…and,…took my money. We made our way back to the car in the park, and, my cock was rag- ing hard again! We climbed in, and took off and as I drove, you were sitting close to me again,…your hand between my legs, rubbing my cock and fondling my balls on the outside of my trousers. I took a deep breath knowing when we got to your place,…there was going to be a lot of fornicating going on.

(To be cont’d……)

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He met her by accident it was in a supermarket, she was in the fruit section and as he walked down the aisle toward her, she was bent over picking her choice of fruits, she was wearing cutoffs and they were so short; the cheeks of her ass were very visual and was proof to him that she didn’t mind showing off some of her prize possessions. He could tell also that she wasn’t wearing a bra as her breast swayed with every movement she made. He decided he would try to make contact. He told her good morning and as she looked up, he saw the most beautiful blue eyes looking back at him. Good morning she replied, “Are you looking to buy some fruit she asked?”

“If you are, the bananas are a good choice” and as she ran her fingers down the length of the banana, replying that they were nice and firm.

He immediately felt a tingling sensation, my GOD he said to himself, was this lady sexy, he figured her to be about 24 or 25 years old. He followed her to the checkout and asked could he help her bring her groceries to her car. She said that was very thoughtful, so he walked with her to her car. The car was a 91 mustang and as she bends over to put the groceries in the trunk, there was that vision of beauty (her cheeks) staring at him again. She asked if he were new in town and he said yes and that he was looking for an apartment to rent. She told him that may be difficult as there weren’t many in that area. He asked about a nice place to eat and she told him that since he had been so nice to her, she wanted to know if he would join her for dinner.

He started to refuse, but thought he might hurt her feelings, so he accepted. He followed her to her apartment and again helped her with the groceries and again getting an eyeful of her beautiful backside. Once inside she told him to make himself comfortable while she saved the groceries, once saved, she started dinner. She thought either her dinner was very good or he hadn’t eaten in a very long time because once he started, he never looked up. He complimented her on such a fine meal, said he had never met someone so young that could cook so well. He said he wanted to help with the dishes and would not take no for an answer, she started to feel more at ease with him as the night went on. After a few hours of getting to know each other, he stated that he better be going. She asked where did he intend to sleep, he replied, in his car if he couldn’t find a place that night. She contemplated in her mind if what she was about to ask him, should she ask him. She told him that he would never find a room at this hour and that he would be welcomed to stay for the night and sleep on the couch. He said if she felt comfortable having a stranger in the house, he would accept, she agreed.

After getting clothes from his car, she asked might he want to shower, he replied, indeed he would. He followed her down the hall to the bath, still eyeing her backside as she walked ahead of him. He thought to himself, how could a beautiful creature such as herself not have a husband or steady boyfriend. She opened the door to the bath and showed him where the towels and linen were. He thanked her and closed the door behind her. She heard the shower start and a flash thought ran through her mind as to what he would look like when he exited the shower with only a towel wrapped around him. He was quite older than she, however he seemed to be in good physical condition. It had been some time now that she had been with a man.

With the shower running; he wouldn’t hear her opening the door to get a quick glimpse of him as the shower doors were clear, oh my, she was starting to feel a little sensual. The excitement of Maltepe Escort seeing him all lathered, among other things made her decision easy, she would go for it. She quietly cracked the door open and from the mirror on the wall, she had a full view of the shower and just as she thought, he had lathered his whole body and was rinsing off, “ummmmm,” she glanced a little lower and to her amazement, his equipment was very pleasing, in fact, very outstanding, ohhhhhhhhh, she was getting very aroused by the site of him. She heard the water stop, so she quickly shut the door and went to the front part of the house. As he entered the room where she was, she saw he had only put pants on and had no shirt and She said to herself, ” I was right “, he did take care of himself. He walks over toward her and says, your turn. Once again he watches as she walks down the hall to the bath. He tries to picture in his mind what she would look like without any clothes on. A vision of loveliness fills his mind; he wonders to himself if she could become interested in him, after all he was so much older than she. He started to get nervous at the thought of trying to sneak a peek of her while showering, after all she had gone out of her way to be so nice to him, but was she just being nice or was it her way of showing him she would like to know more about him. He decided to chance it, as her beauty had overtaken his will power not to try.

Slowly he pushed open the door hoping the sound of the shower would silence any sound he might make. From the mirror on the wall he could see everything, there she was, a goddess in a waterfall she looked like. He watched as she lathered, rubbing her body all over, he watched as her hands moved gently over her breast, then down between her legs, ohhhhhhhh he was starting to feel an erection coming on, as he watched her rinse, the water droplets glistening on her soft skin. He was mesmerized by her beauty, and didn’t hear her turn off the water, as she opened the shower door, she saw him through the mirror.

He knew he was caught, he immediately started to close the door, but she said wait, he turned toward her and she held the towel in front of her, she then asked him if he liked what he saw. He started to apologize for what he had done, when she again asked, “well, did you like what you saw”, and at that moment let the towel drop to the floor. There he stood, his mouth wide open, his eyes staring at her nakedness, he stood there speechless and finally muttered “oh yes”, she then asked, “do you want what you see?” Again he was dumfounded, her eyes lowered to his crotch and she see could the bulge in his pants getting bigger. He then looked in her eyes and knew she was serious. He stated, “of course I want you”. She looked deep into his eyes and said, “Well then get on your knees and prove it.”

He drops to his knees, he grabs her buttocks, she grabs his head and they both pull, his mouth is buried into her pussy, she is shaved, and nothing but tender skin does he have to suck on. She pulls his head tighter and pleads and hollers for him to suck her cunt dry, as he plunges his tongue deep into her vagina, she tilts her head back and moans with ecstasy. He grabs her cheeks and spreads them apart, slowly slips a finger into her anus, working it in and out, shoving it in as far as it will go while working it in a circling motion, she is beside herself, she bites down on her lip and pulls his head even tighter and then begins to grind her pussy into his face all the while he fingers her ass and sucks hard on her cunt, his tongue is working magic inside her.

Her body trembles, she is losing control, she grabs Ümraniye Escort his head, starts pulling his hair, he can hardly breath, she has his face engulfed in her pussy, she screams,” eat me baby eat me”, her body quivers, and he senses she is almost ready, he immediately grabs her and lifts her off her feet and lays her down on the floor, he grabs her tits and shoves his face deep into her cunt, she says “turn around and put your cock in my mouth and eat my pussy.”

She knows she cannot take all of him but she will pleasure him beyond his belief. She slowly takes his swollen head in her mouth and starts sucking and sliding down his shaft, he is eating her pussy furiously as she grinds it into him, he begins stroking up and down into her mouth as she sucks him gently at first then slides her mouth to the end of his cock, letting her tongue work the inside of his shaft. She feels he cannot hold out much longer and she opens her throat to accept all of his cock and he begins to fuck her mouth, precum flowing now, she savors the salty taste and as she does, he bites into her pussy with such a force and jams her ass with his finger she now feels she is ready to fill his mouth with her cum.

Both are now attacking each other, they know the time is here, his tongue now deep in her cunt, working inside of her, pushing hard as far as he can sliding in and out and side-to-side rubbing her clit, rubbing her inner walls, finger is now fucking her ass, she opens her mouth wide as he slams into her throat, she sucks furiously, he winces and moans, he can’t hold it any longer and her orgasm is here as they both explode into each other’s mouths, her hot cum sliding down his throat as his tongue reaches for more as he tries to drain her dry and at the same time his hot scalding cum fills her mouth as he keeps pumping into her throat and she has no choice but to swallow all of him and she opens her throat and allows his cock just to remain there spurting his juices into her.

He is still hard as he pulls out of her mouth, removing his mouth from her pussy and finger from her ass he spreads her legs and pushes them back as he positions himself between them and grabs his now cum soaked cock and places it at her cunt opening and with his hand works his cock up and down and side to side and as cum is still flowing from her cunt. He pushes his shaft into her sliding into her as she moans, he bends down and starts to suck her tits as he begins to fuck her with such force she pushes her body upwards to meet his for deeper penetration, passion has now overtaken them, she pulls his head down and starts biting his neck and kissing him all over, his strokes are now faster as he fucks her harder and harder, he starts biting her neck and pulling her hair, she reciprocates by pulling his, kissing him hard, they both let out passionate cries as they are nearing orgasm, he is pumping into her as she grinds upward letting him fill her to maximum penetration.

She can’t hold back, she must release and as she does she rakes her fingers down his back and he lets out a howl of pure satisfaction, both of them reach climax at the same time each grabbing hold of each other and he is fucking her hard and fast as she screams that she is cumming and she hollers for him to keeping fucking her, her orgasm won’t quit, her fingers dig deep into his back as he explodes into her and lets out a blood curdling scream as cum is now pumping in and out of her with every stroke he makes, she grabs his head and pulls it down to her breast and screams for him to suck her tits, but then with no warning he pulls out of her and flips her over on her stomach and lets İstanbul Escort his cock slide up and down the cheeks of her ass while cum is spewing between her buttocks and now the opening of her ass is saturated with hot cum and he guides his shaft to her opening and gently pushes her open, his member is so slippery that once the head is in, with a slow and gentle push, he slides all the way into her.

He has mounted her with ease and she receives him with little pain, he grabs her from underneath and pulls her to her knees he then puts himself in a position over her and slowly begins to fuck her ass. He pulls back to the point of exiting her and then lets his cock sliiiiiiide back into her. Once he has a rhythm going, he grabs her shoulders and pulls her to him allowing his cock to penetrate her to the fullest, she lets out a cry of passion and bites her lower lip, closing her eyes as she feels the sensation of his cock pulsating inside of her. Her climax is getting close as his huge cock rams into her ass, opening her wide, she grits her teeth as she tries to hold back, but she can’t, she turns her head to the side and tells him ” cum with me baby”, he says I’m almost there babe as he fucks her ass harder and faster, she screams, fuck me, fuck me, as cum starts to flow from her pussy, now he is driving into her, it hits him, he hollers “oh mother fucker, baby I’m Cumming.” he’s fucking her ass with piston like strokes now, plowing her ass, cum exploding into her ass, cum dripping from her cunt, he pulls out her ass, flips her over and plunges his face into her pussy, eating her, his tongue pulling out all her juices, biting down on her, she can’t stop cumming, she grabs his head, pulls his hair, pulls him into her.

She grinds her pussy into his face, her orgasm won’t quit, now he flips her back over on her stomach and presses his face into the crack of her ass, he pushes hard. Spreading her cheeks as his tongue enters her ass, she moans, she buries her face into the towel, she beats her fist against the floor, she tries to muffle her cries of passion. But she cannot, her orgasm is so great she hollers for him ” eat my ass you mother fucker eat my ass”, he is going to pleasure her beyond her expectations as he shoves his face deeper into her cheeks. Biting the opening of her ass as his tongue swirls around inside, darting in and out, tongue fucking her ass to the max, cum is pouring from her pussy as her orgasm is out of control. She is breathing hard, her hands gripping the towel, he takes his fingers and rakes her back causing large scratches to appear, he tears into her ass like an animal devouring a piece of meat, he knows she is nearing the point of exhaustion and he is ready to shoot his load.

He raises himself and guides his massive cock and thrusts it into her ass once again, and at that moment they both reach climax together and he lets loose with a thunderous load of hot cum into her ass as they both scream as he pumps into her. He then slows to gentle strokes and then he stops letting his cock remain in her while his cum drains into her. He then pulls out of her and lies next to her, both of them completely exhausted as they have given there all to each other. He slips his arms around her and whispers to her that she is not only a magnificent lover, but a special lady as well.

He then quickly picks her up in his arms and places her in the shower. He turns on the cool water as they are both perspiring profusely, he takes the bath oil and rubs her whole body erasing the scent of their love making, she quivers with sensitivity as he rubs her breast and private areas. She returns the favor by doing the same to him and when she rubs his cock, she feels he is starting to swell again, with her hand on his cock she looks into his eyes and says “you must be kidding,” and he ask if she is ready for round 2, her eyes lower to his now fully erect cock and says, “uh-huh”.

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This is the sixth in the Rick the gel feels so good and she’s right, although it’s cold initially, within seconds her hands have warmed up the gel, and all you can do is put your head back and moan softly.

“Does this feel okay?” she asks after a few minutes, with a smile on her face, knowing the answer even as she asks it.

“Mmm hmmm,” you mumble, barely audible.

“So did the ball hit just your, umm, balls?” she asks.

“All over…” you moan, and with one hand you make a motion over your lap that suggests the pain is in the region, not centrally located on just your balls.

“Oh,” she says slyly, shifting one hand from your balls up to the shaft of your increasingly hard dick, “So here, too?”

“Umm, yeah, definitely there, too,” you say, practically out of breath at how good it feels.

She pauses as she begins to stroke your hardness, and then says, “Interesting…” with a smile in her voice as she begins to stroke you faster now, “…this gel is supposed to lessen swelling, not increase it…”

All you can do is enjoy, you can’t even manage to respond, because her soft hands and the warm slippery Anadolu Yakası Escort gel feel so good.

You are fully hard now, standing straight up at attention, and you hear her say, “Kinda difficult to do this with just one hand, I think I need both hands for this big boy,” and she shifts her other hand from caressing your balls and wraps it, too, around your hardness, stroking him gently but also deliberately, purposefully, as if she knows her task now has moved from just being medicinal to one of sexual release…

“This make it feel better?” she asks.

You reply in what sounds a lot like a moan, “Mmmm hmmm…please don’t stop…”

Her gel-slickened fist continued to slowly work up and down your hardness, coating it with a covering of the pain-relieving ointment. Stroking up and down, she also expertly twists her hands to maximize their coverage and also your enjoyment.

Huskily, so you know that you’re not the only one enjoying it but that she is too, she says, “He’s so big, and so hard, my god I’m so not used to that, I can barely get my hands around him, he’s so awesome…”

As Pendik Escort she strokes, you realize you’ve never been harder, and you also know that you’re so excited by what’s happening that you won’t last long.

She notices that, too, and while she expertly continues to stroke, more quickly now, she also glides her hands down your shaft and continues to caress your balls, whispering in your ear and lightly brushing her lips against it, “I don’t want my boys to feel like I’m ignoring them…”

“My god, feels so good…” is all you can say, “Think I’m going to come…”

“That’s okay,” she whispers in your ear as she moves both hands up again to wrap around your hardness and begins to stroke you faster and faster, “I want you to, please come for me…” and then she says, “Oh my god I can’t waste it…” and with that, as you feel the electricity pulse throughout your entire body, she swiftly moves her mouth down to engulf the head of your thick, engorged shaft, and you arch your back and pelvis and butt upwards as you explode inside her warm welcoming mouth and she wraps her lips even tighter around you, Kurtköy Escort pushing farther down on you to take in as much of you as she can deep into her, until it’s pressing against the back of her throat.

As your hot liquid streams down her throat you can’t help but utter a loud, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyy gooooooooood…!”

After a few minutes, as your body relaxes and you ease your butt back down onto the couch, she remains locked on you, her lips fully surrounding your head, and you can hear her moan “Mmmmmm,” and the humming vibration on your shaft further excites you for one last push upwards and one last release…

When she finally unwraps her lips from you, she looks up at you and gives them one last lick, looking deep into your eyes, saying. “Mmmmm, you taste so good…” and she gives you a kiss on the cheek as you slide your boxers and shorts back up.

“So,” she says, patting the front of your shorts gentle, letting her hand linger, “All better?”

“Well, yes…” you say, smiling, “but would you mind rubbing some Arnica on my lower back?” That’s where the ball REALLY hit me.”

And as the look of realization shows on her face, she grabs a pillow from the couch and starts walloping you with it, laughing while saying “Why you sneaky son-of-a-bitch, I can’t believe you got me all the way over here to play such a mean trick on me – now you owe me big time!”

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Any similarities to persons and events are purely out of imagination.

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It was the business end of the playoffs. The Cheetahs had a poor start but made it up in the middle. Tomorrow was going to be a crunch match with the Wild Eagles. Smithy was going over the practice and the Sheikh was in no mood to sweat it out. It was more the off field action that was always on his mind. He ran thru the score in his mind, fuck, if had I had a wicket for each pussy, I would have had the purple cap by miles.

Nursing a local lager, he let his eyes do the roaming. A couple of mischief gals, an off day for them, returned the Sheikhs appraising glance with a wink and a wave. He returned the wave, and contemplated moving over, to join them. On second thoughts, if they are hotting for my shtick, let they water a bit. He returned to his beer but shifted his ass on the bar stool to better keeping them in the corner of the view. He noticed them looking expectantly at him a couple of times, but ignored them. His reputation outpaced him. At the same time, they were well stacked, and one was a mixed color broad with high rump. Need to keep them on string, he thought, so he rolled off the barstool and swaggered over to their table, and said, Hi dolls, be right back, and found his way to the men’s.

Stepping out, he heard a familiar voice call out his name. Turning, he spotted Sandy Babe, in a fluster. Fuck, the romps we had in the last IPL 08, he recalled. Bitch has a hard body and goes long. Sandy looked like she needed a lay right then and there, the way she was heaving. Wassup, babe?, asked the Sheikh. Don’t babe me, I need your help, putting her arm into his and guiding him towards the bar. En route the MGs looked shattered, but the Sheikh have them a wink and drool that promised something, enough to get their tickers aflutter. Some juice down under too.

Iced tea for me, ordered Sandy, to the bartender, who was drinking her in. Her recent boy cut and slim down, made her look like a Thai TV, but that was okay. Memories of world cup 2003 was still Şerifali Escort in his mind, and the daily jackoff with her on TV was like yesterday. Hell, she is here, in front. Wish I could take a break. The Sheikh raised his finger in a crook, and that was his signal to spike the dame’s drink. He knew a fat tip lay in store for him.

He went to the back and got the bottle of special tea liquer out and mixed the iced tea. One of them, and any bitch would be in heat for hours. Bringing out the tall glass, along with another punt for the Sheikh, he set down the drinks, and was rewarded by a glimpse of Sandy’s nipples. Sheikhs arm was already around Sandy’s waist. Wasn’t wasting any time, this old tweaker. Sandy was complaining about some unwanted attention from Kameez Pajama bloke. She was almost in tears and red in the face, as she was recounting him groping her in the elevator. I got him in a ball breaker grip, before the mother fucker gave up. He must be having some plastic surgery soon. Hope the surgeon castrates him. Anyway he gets his arse buggered by the Pakee team, bloody fag, she added. Oh Sandy, you are the foxiest vixen here, can’t blame the old men, can you, replied the Sheikh, wondering what was really on Sandy’s mind. She was a twister, a she devil, with more to it than that came out. She loved to get pampered by lesbians, and was a hard core bi. The Sheikh loved group action and was wondering if she had noticed him with the MGs and wanted in. The kameez story would be the tearjerker entry line, no telling this bitch.

The Sheikh noticed the MGs fiddling in their pockets to pay for their check, and signalled to the captain to pick up the tab on his account. You could tell that the MGs were looking for it, they came over and each gave tweaker a kiss and a hug in thanks. Sit down, whatcha doing later, asked the Sheikh. Oh not much, the rest of the gals are out at sea doing some fishing. Must be the boatman fishing, and not in the waters, thought the Sheikh.

The chocolate one and the blonde occupied stools on either side of the Sheikh and Sandy. The Sheikh İstanbul Escort could tell that Sandy was in the crossover point, and this was as delicate a stage in the game as the super over. No maidens here, he surmised.

Just then Appam chutiya strolled in, with Prince and Bublee a few yards behind. Ask his age, chuckled Sandy to the Bartender, obviously high already. Appam glared at Sandy and walked off in a huff. Go jerk off, chutiya, behenchod murmured Sandy.

Meanwhile Prince and Bublee found a table at some out of earshot, and sat down. They were obviously in some deep strategy.

Wonder what’s bugging them, slurred Sandy. Rossie’s hammering, replied chocolate. He was murderous the other nite.

Let’s go and take a ride out, said Sandy. Let’s all go, said the Sheikh. Oh yeah, let’s, replied Sandy. Game on. One look at chocolate and Blondie was enough, they were no spring chickens and knew big game when it happened.

Some takeaways, Sir?, asked the bartender. Yes the usual, replied the Sheikh, and ask them, pointing to the MGs, what they like. Wine coolers, with some vodka, replied Blondie.

Strolling out of the bar, they headed for the elevators and were soon on the penthouse on the uppermost floor. Equipped with its own private pool, this was the Sheikh’s play nest.

MGs were quick to drink up the luxury, they had never seen anything like it before. Peeling off their next to nothings, they were soon gambolling in the water.

Sandy had seated the Sheikh, and was quick to run her hand thru his hair. She knew he loved it. She had him out of his fly and had started to grope around him. Easing his trousers down, she gpt to the pleasurable task of getting him hard. Looking up at the MGs, they wanted their pals too, they signalled, she nodded. The Sheikh shook her off and paddled off to the Head. A long and loud drain out released what was left of the drinks from the bladder.

Sandy followed him, and with a towel, mopped his dick and balls, He demanded service, and she have it. Clad in her innerwear, she took of his loose shirt and entered Ümraniye Escort the large shower suite. Couple of taps on the panel. started a cool stream of fragranced water from the top and the sides. The glass wall afforded a clear view of the pool which was now close to full with about five of the MGs playing some kind of ater polo. Two of their sorority were on the side, in a 69, fully content with the fun and frolic at hand and ready for anything. The game was that of a goalkeeper at either end and the rest scrambling for the ball, nothing given nothing taken. Who got the ball, tried to score, and if she did, she got to have the goalie for 5 minutes. That was one score on the side. Another goal, was scored, and two paired off, eager and hungry for each other’s embraces.

Watching the bronzed nymphets aroused the Sheikh. Sandy cock in hand Sandy stood in front and caressed in on her taut tummy. Lifting her up, the Sheikh speared her and rhythmically moved hip hips. She clung around his upper body, erect nipples on breasts goading his broad chest.

He walked out to the open deck two bodied locked as one. The nymphettes scream and looked for an invitation. Sandy was moaning softly and the was the cue. Three lay down, and the Sheikh put Sandy on them. As a groping writing bed, they gave Sandy, tingles all over. The Sheikh thrust in and out. Three more attending to the Sheikh, With hands and limbs all over each other, Sandy’s moans turned to wild screams, The Sheikh then pulled out, member erect and throbbing, and observed the tall Nordic with lust in her eyes. She was not part of the melee, but biding her time, She came over and knelt down in front of him, and looked back over the shoulders. She was okay for either. The Sheikh parted her bums and went for the pussy, slowly running in the piston, deep and deep till it hit the wall. Nordic took it in, enjoying the slow push in. She arched in ecstasy and cause the member to come half out. Arching the other way, she managed to grasp it all. Muscles twitching, the both took their time, savouring it all. Nordic had not had it this good before.

Nordic collapsed in pleasurable exhaustion and the Sheikh came out, and started to squirt in a creamy geyser. Nymphette on nymphette they lay on him, letting the juices dry out over them.

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She stood before him on knees that suddenly felt weak and wobbly, breathlessly waiting for his command. When it came, his voice was deceptively quiet, calm, but also carried a note of authority that made her quiver. “It’s time,” he said simply. “Please begin.”

Taking a step forward, she glanced down long enough to see a glint of light emanating from her ring finger. The sparkle from her diamond wedding band gave her pause, reminding her of what she was doing, giving her one last chance to change her mind and flee. A warning she almost heeded.

Instead she searched his face for clues, finding his eyes fixed on her, his mouth wearing a thin smile, his expression that of a man gazing at the most beautiful woman on earth. She almost melted right then and there. Any doubt she had felt a moment earlier vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced with a sense of excitement that made her heart flutter in her chest. She knew with certainty at that moment that there was no turning back, that before the day was over he would take her. And that last thought, the thought of another man inside of her literally made her wet with anticipation.

Never taking her eyes off him, she took a step forward, then stopped, suddenly filled with insecurity. “Please begin,” he repeated. “But,” she said shyly as she looked away, “I…I’ve never done a striptease for a man before. ” What if you don’t find me attractive? What if you don’t like my body?”

The notion almost made him laugh aloud. Where she saw perceived flaws, he saw only perfection. True, he’d never seen her naked but he didn’t need to. He’d studied her body for so long, and he’d done so with the intensity of a student cramming for an exam, imagining every detail of every curve. Whether it be the slice of her chest revealed by a vee neck top, the tempting view of her hips in slacks or a skirt, or his favorite…her very ample breasts that always seemed to be straining at her tops, he knew what delights lay beneath her clothes. His smile widened, giving her the assurance she needed. “Baby Doll?” he asked, then reached up and flicked the lamp off before continuing. “Undress for me my seductress…strip for me”

“Yes sir” she said softly…

With the lamp turned off, the light in the room changed to a dim, muted gray, reflecting the overcast sky outside, bathing the woman in an ethereal glow. As she stood there nervously, unsure of where to begin, he studied her carefully. Though fully clothed, her presence already had him aroused. Perhaps that was because he knew she wouldn’t remain clothed for long. Or perhaps it was something entirely different. He was a man of patience, one who enjoyed the anticipation, imagining and savoring every moment…every touch…every taste. And she gave him much to savor.

She was dressed in a leather skirt the color of warm honey, a slitted skirt that was cut just above her knees. Not modest by any means, but not too revealing either. More revealing were the generous slits that offered him a healthy view of her hips and a little extra…a glimpse of the top band of her stockings, a glimpse that was more than enough to stir his imagination. A soft nude color, the shimmering hose raced down her legs, disappearing into strappy pumps on her feet. His mind wandered at the sight, painting a picture of her lying before him with her thighs opened, wearing nothing but stockings and heels. A preview perhaps of what would soon be more than a mental image…

Moving his gaze upward, he feasted his eyes on the ivory colored blouse that hid…for now at least, her generous curves. He was instantly struck at the contrast of her body. Diminutive in stature, she was an amalgam…petite from the waist down, voluptuous from the waist up. It was a combination he loved. A generation ago she might have been described as full figured, buxom. To him though, the adjective wasn’t important. She was simply busty, curvy…her entire body filled with ample and alluring curves.

Adding to her allure, the top couple buttons of her blouse were opened, giving him the tiniest peek of her chest. A view that would have been more revealing if not for the silk obi that adorned her neck. It’s trailing edge lay in the center of her chest, hiding the uppermost reaches of her cleavage. He swallowed hard at the sight of her, then took a healthy sip of wine and settled back in the corner of the couch, more than eager for the show to begin.

Her cheeks grew flush when she began by gliding her hand slowly and deliberately over the pronounced swell of her breasts, letting him think she would start with her blouse. She didn’t. Instead, after a long pause she moved her hand lower, sweeping her palm over the rounded shape of her stomach, tracing the waistline of her skirt from side to side, and finally dipping her fingertips beneath. She quickly found the small clasp of her skirt and deftly slid it open…

A flash of self consciousness engulfed her when she unclasped her skirt, and for a moment she stood İstanbul Escort frozen, clutching it…afraid to let it go. Finally, she loosened her grip and let the garment drop. The moment it did her embarrassment was washed away, replaced by a rush of exhilaration she hadn’t felt in years.

The skirt fell silently to the floor, puddled at her ankles. She stepped out of it and took a step forward…a step closer to the man intently watching her. The man who would soon take her…

The tapered front of her blouse hung down, hiding her panties. He followed the bottom edge with his eyes as it rode up her hips, revealing the lace band of her stockings. It circled her thighs, then disappeared beneath her blouse.

His eyes were glued to her, savoring the sight of her body, watching her every movement. Though he said nothing, his eyes, the intent look on his face told her exactly what he wanted as though he was speaking directly into her ear. She heeded his silent command and found the bottom button of her blouse and opened it, then moved up to the next one.

Closing her eyes, she began swaying subtly to the right, then the left, gyrating seductively as though keeping beat to a silent rhythm, revealing her body to him the way she knew he wanted her to… slowly, button by button. As she did, his eyes glazed over with desire when he saw her lace trimmed panties…a patch of her thick but taut stomach…the bottom edge of her bra, the generous cups filled to a pleasing full roundness.

She continued, slipping another button open, and another. A glimpse of her cleavage appeared, impossibly deep and tight, before disappearing maddeningly beneath her scarf. A groan of desire escaped his lips at the sight. Her hands moved higher, freeing the remaining buttons. He sat with bated breath as she slowly drew the opposing sides of her blouse open, then slid it off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor.

Now wearing only her panties and bra…and of course the paper thin obi, she took another step closer, and when she did he nearly reached out and grabbed her right then and there. His already swollen member grew even larger, thicker, harder. “Ohhh Baby Doll” he said, “I like.”

Well aware of his desire, she responded with a demure smile, and for a brief moment she became a bashful little girl seeking his approval. A little girl perhaps, but one with the ripe body of a mature woman. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the little girl persona disappeared. What replaced it was even more compelling.

Right before his very eyes a vixen emerged, a seductress, a woman who wanted a man to admire her, wanted to be lusted after, a woman aching to be taken by another man. She now stood before him without an ounce of embarrassment, swaying gently for him, thrusting her chest out for him, proudly displaying her magnificent body for him…all for him, for his enjoyment.

She closed her eyes, revealing deep blue eye shadow…bit playfully at her lip, glistening with shimmering soft pink lipstick, then moved her hands to her chest. Knowing how much he loved her abundant curves, she gave him a preview of what he would soon see by tracing the cleavage that separated her breasts, drawing her finger up and down the deep cleft with a deliberate slowness, trailing the scalloped neckline of her bra just as slowly, then gently skimming her hands over the full, satin cups, lingering in the center where an image of her nipples, swollen and hard, pressed against the material.

Her seductive movements were met with a sudden deep, masculine groan of approval that belied the calm look on his face. If there had been any doubt in her mind, his reaction eliminated it once and for all. She knew what a powerful effect she was having on him, and she loved it.

Without uttering a word, he had done what she longed for, what her husband refused, or was incapable of doing. He made her feel like the most beautiful woman on earth, sexy, seductive…desirable. Spurred on by his approval, her excitement grew in tandem with his. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink with desire, her nipples grew as hard as they’d ever been. Then, a delicious tingling sensation arose from within her and coursed through her body, making her thighs grow warm. And between those warm thighs, her long neglected pussy began to twitch and tingle…

She pirouetted like a ballerina for him, spinning around slowly once, twice, then stopped with her back to him. Looking for all the world like a practiced stripper instead of a housewife, she reached behind and found the broad strap of her bra, making sure he was watching. He was indeed… his eyes were glued to her.

Breathing hard with excitement and growing wetter by the second, she undid each clasp with deliberate slowness. When the last one was unclasped and the straps dangled freely, she held the pose for a long moment so he could admire her bare back…and whet his appetite for her next move. Finally she turned to face him once again. Moving Anadolu Yakası Escort her hands to her chest, she held her bra in place for as long as she could before slipping the straps from her shoulders. About to reveal her breasts to him for the first time, she made it enticingly special by pulling the cups down slowly…baring herself incrementally.

What she did next raised his anticipation to a feverish peak. Unknotting the obi around her neck, she freed the scarf at the exact moment she pulled her bra off and tossed it in his direction. While he absently fingered the still warm cups that lay in his lap, she quickly covered herself with the scarf.

If her intent was to drive him wild, she succeeded handily. For the next several minutes she teased him…tempted him by dangling the scarf in front of her chest like a matador luring a bull. Then, as if that wasn’t enough to whet his appetite, she drew the silky fabric tightly to her breasts while pushing her chest out, revealing an opaque image punctuated by her barely concealed nipples…two mouth watering puckers that threatened to burst through the thin material. Then with a bold flourish, she pulled it free and tossed it aside.

For a fleeting moment her breasts were deliciously bare…but she wasn’t quite done with her little show yet. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, feigning shyness, and placed her hands atop her breasts, deliberately placing her fingers so that a just a hint of her rosy pink nipples peeked out from between.

Holding her pose for what seemed an eternity, though in reality was just few seconds, she then slowly moved her hands away, drew her arms back and pushed her chest out, finally displaying her sumptuous breasts fully and shamelessly. And sumptuous they were.

Though well into her fifties, she had the breasts of a woman half her age. Deliciously large and beautifully shaped, they swept down her chest seemingly forever, stopping just above her waist. He gasped at the sight, groaning with lusty desire, taking in every inch, marveling not just at the size but at how impossibly firm they were.

Her plump pink nipples pointed straight ahead, aimed directly at him, taunting him with a silent message that said “go ahead, you know you want to touch and squeeze…you know you want to taste and nibble and bite. Go ahead my King…they’re yours.”

An impish smile came to his face with the realization that soon he would be doing all of those things, and more. Much more, because it wasn’t just her nipples that were now his…

“Come here little girl” he said, while motioning her with his finger. She did as she was told, walking haltingly with her eyes cast downward to within inches from where he sat, then looked up at him expectantly as if awaiting his next order, which is exactly what she was doing. She was submissive by nature, eager to please, and over the years had practically begged her husband to take charge. But that was a dream she abandoned long ago. Now, her wish was finally coming true…but not with her husband.

Though her excitement had grown to a feverish pitch, it was once again mixed with trepidation. She knew full well that she had arrived at a crossroads, dangerously close to the point of no return. Ordinarily she would be home preparing dinner in her kitchen and awaiting her husband’s return…and his perfunctory kiss.

Instead, she was standing nearly naked in front of another man… a man she barely knew, and yet trusted implicitly. She knew too that once she slipped out of her panties…or perhaps…and this thought made her tingle, perhaps when he snatched them away from her, the final barrier would be gone and she would cross the threshold. There would be no turning back.

She shivered suddenly at the thought of what would come next…giving herself to him…how he would take her…how he would fuck her. In the blink of an eye her mind was filled…swimming with image after image of him doing just that. So real, so vivid were her thoughts that she could almost feel him penetrating her…

Her impromptu daydream was suddenly interrupted by his touch. His hand skimmed over her shoulder, brushing wisps of her hair away, then the cleft of her neck…a moment later, that same hand was coursing down the outer side of her breast, cupping the side swell.

Her doubts were melting away with his touches, as was her resolve. She moaned softly when he trailed his fingertips around the areola of her nipple…pinched it lightly, then closed her eyes to the feel of his palm gliding across her stomach…tracing the waist band of her panties.

Her moans grew louder when he skimmed over the front of her panties, feeling her wetness…and when he began tracing the lips of her still hidden pussy, she mouthed an audible gasp…felt her knees begin to buckle. It was an intensely pleasurable moment, one filled with a silent but palpable sexual tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Neither spoke but Üsküdar Escort the message was clear: every touch was bringing him closer to claiming his prize.

The sound of his voice shattered the silence, “It’s time, young lady”, he said in a husky whisper. But she was too distracted to hear him because while he said the words he was taking the liberty of dipping his fingers beneath the front of her panties, feeling the enticing warmth of her forbidden fruit for the first time. It was a place no man but hubby had seen, let alone touched since her marriage. Until now.

He repeated his request in a voice that was still kind and soothing. “Ooohhh…mmm” she murmured her response, lulled by the feel of his fingers gently probing her. Finally she found the words she was looking for. “No, I can’t…I mustn…I shouldn’t.” Then in her quietest voice, her little girl voice, she pleaded, “will you um…will you take them off for me…Sir?”

Even before she uttered her request, he had already begun. Moving his hands to the swell of her hips, he hooked his thumbs beneath the elastic and started tugging at her panties, guiding them down while she squirmed in delight.

When the first wisp of her neatly trimmed mound appeared, he paused long enough to brush his fingers through the silky soft hair, tracing the irregular shape of her feminine opening. A throaty moan filled with lust escaped her lips, and when she caught her breath, she asked in a soft dreamy voice, “what are you going to do to me, Sir?”

Swaying hypnotically in front of him with her eyes half closed, she waited for his response, but it never came. Without saying a word, he took her discarded bra that was sitting in his lap and stretched out the opposing ends of the straps. In a quick, fluid motion he reached behind her and placed the satiny item at the small of her back, then lassoed her as if he was roping a calf, pulling her sharply forward.

She shrieked in surprise, teetered valiantly before losing the battle…and her balance, and came tumbling down, giggling like a school girl, directly into his waiting hands and onto his lap. “Well hello there, little girl…I’m so glad you dropped by!” he said with an amused smile on his face. “Now what was it that you asked me…hmmm?”

She had plopped down so unexpectedly that she lay in a disheveled heap, arms and legs askew, her hair mussed, tossed about every which way…and her left breast wedged precariously close to his chin. Feeling completely helpless and vulnerable, she instinctively tried to untangle herself. But in doing so, she quickly learned in no uncertain terms that the man whose lap she was occupying was not like her husband.

Already sitting directly atop his bulging crotch, he quickly grabbed her wrists and held them tightly. With his other hand, he shoveled her legs up just below the knees, lifted her feet from the floor and placed them on the couch. Before she was even aware of what he was doing, he had positioned her to his liking…lying on her back, legs stretched out, head resting on the bolster of the sofa. A quite vulnerable position for a woman currently wearing only her panties.

She laid like that for a moment, stirring, then squirming, searching his eyes for clues, unsure of what to do…unsure of what he would do next. When she tried moving her arms, he tightened his grip on her wrists and drew her arms back, holding them securely and driving home the point that he was indeed a man unlike her husband.

He had captured her, and In that moment she knew that he, not she was firmly in control. Escape was not an option. That moment of realization that could have frightened her, could have filled her with apprehension, trepidation, instead had the opposite effect.

A shiver of excitement and anticipation raced through her body, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake…her heart was racing, beating madly. “Don’t move your arms” he instructed her as he released her wrists.

Sensing that this was more than a suggestion, she obeyed him with a meek “yes sir,” then laid perfectly still and as quiet as a church mouse. He took a sip of wine, then dipped his finger into the rich burgundy and covered her lip with it. He didn’t have to tell her what to do next. He watched, pleased at the way her tongue delicately flicked and caressed her lip, giving him a wonderful hint of things to come.

He almost pulled his zipper down right then and there, eager to feel the tip of her tongue tracing the shaft of his cock, flicking, caressing…wrapping her lips tightly around it. He resisted the urge and instead traced her lip again with a fresh dab of wine, this time licking it away himself, then kissed her slowly…deeply…passionately. When he broke the kiss, she treated him to the sound of a soft, throaty moan. A sound he loved because it hinted at her desire…her need for more. It was a sound that would soon fill his ears in a deafening roar…

He turned his attention to her most formidable asset…and how could he not, he asked himself. In her current position, her splendid bare breasts were displayed prominently inches from his face. It was a part of her body that was impossible to ignore. And while he certainly didn’t ignore it, he did choose restraint.

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