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The Story of Miranda

by Vitorio ©

General introduction:

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

Thank you,

Vitorio.

Hi,

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

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

Vitorio

Chapter 1 – The first meeting:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“OK,” she said, easier now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, Miranda,” she said.

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

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

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

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

Chapter 2 – The first Photo session

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

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” said a female voice.

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

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

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

“Yes, it is,” she said, “Hi.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What would I have to do?” she asked.

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

“That seems OK. What do I do now?”

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

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

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

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

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

“When are you available?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, is it?” she prompted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When?”

“Ten-ish?”

“Your folks better be sleeping.”

“They will be.”

“Got rum?”

“Rum? Yeah.”

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

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

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

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Dear erotica lover,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“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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