Rachel stormed into the office, furious.

Tony had literally just sat down at his desk. He’d snuck out of the house early to squeeze in a quick session in the gym before work.

“What…” she screamed, red faced. “…were you doing at that night club last night?”

“Er. How did you know?” said Tony, reeling with the shock of her anger.

“You were seen by…” She paused for a beat. “…a friend. And your excuse is…?”

“Babe. Mike works there. He’s a male stripper. Pretty good dancer too,” he replied, slightly annoyed that he’d been caught at a strip club, but not quite sure what the fuss was about. “I was interviewing a new employee.”

Tony had no idea who had ratted on him but couldn’t really see why she was angry. After all it had been Ladies Night. There hadn’t been a naked woman in the entire building.

“You shoulda seen Mike perform last night,” he continued, hoping to change the subject and lighten the atmosphere. “He had this little tramp on her knees…” Rachel blushed.

“Yes, well never mind that,” she barked, cutting him off. “It doesn’t explain why you have an all-male cleaning company full of steroidal, muscle-bound…”

Rachel’s voice suddenly tailed off as Daisy waltzed into the room. She was dressed in a suit. Sharp grey skirt, blouse and jacket. Hair tied back. Sensible flats. Perfectly businesslike. Tony was impressed.

“Good morning!” chirped Daisy cheerfully, heading for the coffee machine. “Coffee, Mr Dempster?”

Rachel stood agape.

“Rachel, this is Daisy, our new Office Manager,” muttered Tony, amused at how quickly the tables had turned. “Daisy, this is my fiance, Rachel.”

“Well hello!” cooed Daisy. “Tony told me all about you. You’re an accountant, is that right?”

Rachel still hadn’t fully recovered from the shock of seeing this smartly dressed and clearly professional woman appear out of nowhere. Tony had never mentioned her before.

“Corporate Tax Accounting,” she muttered lamely.

“I would sooo love to sit down with you,” continued Daisy enthusiastically. “I’m in my first year at Law School. Still getting my head around Separation of Powers. Your job sounds really interesting. Beats working at Torrid I can tell you!”

Rachel stared at Daisy, then Tony, who was strangely silent, then back at Daisy.

“You work at the night club?” she finally managed.

“Oh, I’m not a stripper!” laughed Daisy. “I run the bar.” She passed Tony his coffee and perched neatly behind a desk.

“And you help with the admin here?” said Rachel.

“Just started. I’ll be dealing with bookings, invoices, bookkeeping. Gotta keep everything above board and those boys busy. Houses don’t clean themselves!”

Rachel was speechless. She looked back at Tony who was grinning stupidly into his coffee mug.

“Well. Urm. It’s nice to meet you,” she replied sweetly, then turned to Tony. “But I still have some questions for you about…” She stopped abruptly as Mike strode into the room.

“Oh,” said Mike, panicking a little inside. They exchanged glances and Rachel blushed again.

“Nevermind,” said Rachel and hurried out.

**

Rachel topkapı escort was in turmoil. She’d called in sick, still shaking with embarrassment. She felt like an idiot. What had she been thinking, storming into the office like that? So unlike her. And forming completely unfounded suspicions, just because Tony’s mate worked as a stripper! Stupid and irrational.

Memories of the previous night on that stage flooded back and she flushed with shame. How the hell did that happen!

It must be stress, she thought. Too much going on at work. Or maybe her hormones? She calmed herself and grimaced. Not getting enough, well, sexy time with her man! Yes, that was probably it. No sex for months and Tony seemed to have lost interest. All he cares about is that damn business, and his gym buddies.

Her mind drifted back to the stage and Mike’s solid, muscular body dancing around her. It had been, well, very, er, captivating. She felt little twinges in her loins as she remembered the feel of his cock in her mouth. ‘Stop it, you naughty girl!’ she reprimanded herself. But a hand had slid unconsciously down to her crotch and she slipped it into her panties.

**

Mike was thoroughly enjoying his ‘day job’ as he called it. The women he was meeting were sane, sober and generally very compliant, a far cry from the alcohol-soaked tarts that slobbered all over him at the club.

He’d finished a morning job just off the High Street. The phone buzzed as he jumped back in the car.

“Hey Mike,” said Daisy cheerfully at the end of the line. “Just had an enquiry for a clean, do you have an hour free? She specifically asked for you, so I guess you have a good reputation around town!”

“Sure do!” He was liking this Daisy lady already. She was calm and efficient. In just a few hours she’d reorganised their somewhat haphazard filing system and was clearly getting everything under control. She gave him an address and he hit the ignition.

**

“Shit!” he said in shock as Rachel opened the door. “I. Er. What the hell?”

“Come inside. I just want to apologise,” said Rachel, ushering him in.

“You don’t want any cleaning?”

“Of course not!” She led him through to the lounge and they sat.

“Look, Mike, I’m incredibly sorry about this morning. And of course, last night.” She couldn’t stop blushing at the thought.

“You don’t need to worry,” said Mike calmly. “I sure ain’t gonna be telling Tony about it!” They both laughed in embarrassed relief.

“No, I guess not,” she giggled. She gazed at him. “It’s just that Tony and I haven’t been… What I mean is that last night was quite… No, what I’m saying is you really are a very… Oh fuck it!”

Mike stared at her in amusement. She was babbling incoherently and he found it quite endearing. Tony had made her out to be some high powered business woman. But right now, she was squirming like a lovestruck school girl. Well, she might be his boss’s girlfriend, but she’d already had his cock in her mouth once and it seemed to him she was eager for more. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d ‘entertained’ another man’s woman. çapa escort He stood up and she stopped talking. He towered over her.

“Would you like me to take this off,” he purred, pulling at the hem of his tee shirt. Rachel looked a little guilty and bit her lip, but she nodded meekly. Mike stripped off the tee and she moaned at the sight of his body.

“Maybe these?” he continued, starting to unbuckle his belt. He was smiling down at her calmly. He’d done this a 1000 times and it never failed to get a result.

Rachel was transfixed and just nodded again.

Mike slid his jeans down to his ankles. His legs were thick and rippling, dark sinews of muscle running from his ankles all the way up into his boxers. Rachel salivated as she gazed at the bulge beneath and she swallowed. She looked up into his eyes and saw that he was smiling. It was a deliciously wicked and knowing smile. Her pussy moistened and the final vestiges of guilt drifted away.

“So is this a booty call?” he said, not breaking his gaze.

Mike began to peel down the boxers hypnotically. Rachel melted and her vagina moistened.

“I just want a little…” she stop mid-sentence and her pupils dilated as she watched Mike’s thick black cock spring out of his boxers. It hovered in front of her face and she saw it expanding and growing. “Oh my word,” she whispered, reaching up for it.

Mike stepped out of his jeans and boxers. Rachel was sitting on the sofa, stroking his boner with her fingers. It was enormous. She was tempted to grab the tape measure from the drawer in the kitchen, but realised how silly that would look. He took her hands and pulled her up and they kissed. His mouth tasted sweet and faintly of mint. But as she nuzzled his taught, muscular neck, she caught the odour of raw musk. Her pussy was dripping and she shivered as she wrapped a hand around his hard on, still marvelling at the size of it. Bending forward, she kissed his chest and found a nipple. It was as hard as the rest of him and she suckled it eagerly.

“You have a lot of clothes on,” said Mike.

Coming out of her reverie, she straightened up and pulled her hair back, giggling.

“Upstairs,” she muttered. But then an image of Tony popped into her head and she was suddenly torn. She desperately wanted this cock inside her, but… not in their ‘marital’ bed. “We have a spare room,” she whispered.

“No,” said Mike firmly, holding her in place with strong hands. “Here.”

Rachel looked at him, surprised. Her first reaction was ‘this is my bloody house!’ but when she caught his eye, she saw he meant business. This was a new experience. She quivered at the idea of being controlled, of just letting go. Allowing this man mountain take what he wanted from her. She suddenly craved being his slut.

“You’re the boss,” she whispered meekly and she noticed the corner of his mouth turn into a grin.

“Strip,” he said firmly. ‘There’s a submissive hussy inside every woman,’ he thought mischievously. ‘You just have to tease it out of her.’

Rachel undressed. She tried to do it seductively but she was shaking with anticipation, fatih escort tinged with lust. And she knew he didn’t care anyway. He was going to take her whatever she did and she was hungry for it. She pressed her naked body against him and reached up to whisper.

“Use me,” she moaned. “Fuck me like an animal.”

He spun her around and bent her over the sofa. She squealed as she fell forward on to her knees. He pushed her head into the cushion, pushing her legs apart with his knee. Then he mounted her, sliding his cock into her sopping pussy. She gasped at the size of it. The width. The length. She swore she could feel the veins in his mammoth tool as it pumped her vagina. She gasped with each thrust as he ploughed her wanton cunt. She’d never felt a man enter her so deeply, his bulbous head pushing against her cervix, the walls of her vagina stretched by his girth as she groaned in pleasure.

Reaching down between her legs she squeezed his ball sack gently. It was tight and smooth. She felt his shaft as it slid in and out of her, sticky from her sloppy fluids. She imagined him a street thug, taking her any way he wanted.

“Deeper!” she moaned. “Harder!”

Mike had the stamina of a bull and he rode her sweet ass, hands gripping her soft, spongy hips and powering his cock into her. She cried out as she climaxed and her legs shook. He kept going, having trained himself to perform like this over several years and she climaxed again. He slapped her cheeks hard with the palms of his hands and she yelped, but kept pushing back and urging him on.

“You can come inside,” she moaned breathlessly, but he wasn’t going to risk impregnating his best friend’s girl. Pulling out, he dropped on to the sofa and pulled her down onto her knees. He said nothing but she knew what he wanted. She wrapped her hands around his enormous sticky shaft. She had never, in her entire life, sucked a guy’s cock after it had been inside her. She considered it disgusting. But with this black god she didn’t care. Whatever he commanded. He pushed her head down firmly and she willingly took his cock into her mouth and sucked greedily, gripping his shaft with both hands as he thrust into the back of her mouth, tasting her own pungent pussy and swallowing the sticky fluids and saliva whenever she could. Even after climax her vulva was still throbbing. Her nipples brushed against the tops of his muscular thighs as he gripped her chest with his powerful legs.

Mike grunted and swore. “Yea fuck!” he roared as he felt the semen rising out of his balls and up his shaft. The first load blasted into the back of Rachel’s mouth and she coughed and spluttered. She pulled back to swallow it quickly and squealed with delight as spurts of jizz splashed over her tits and onto his chest and tummy.

“Clean it up,” he growled and she leaned forward and scooped up mouthfuls of cum, sucking it down, shivering as she swallowed. She was reeling with lust and elation. She worked her tongue over his tummy and chest, cleaning the last drips of semen, then came back to his cock and balls and sucked them clean. He wiped cum off her tits with his fingers and forced them into her mouth. She sucked on them greedily. Bending forwards she gently kissed his massive thighs and calves and finally knelt at his feet, head bowed.

Mike placed a hand under her chin and pulled her face up to look at him.

“Good girl,” he said simply and she simpered.

On Day 4 of the cruise, the ship docked in St. Thomas. The island was stunning, with ancient mountains overlooking the crystal clear waters of the Caribbean. The four of us had decided to book a sailboat, and it was our idea to sail to a quiet cove called “Secret Harbour”.

Since it was clearly labeled on the maps, I am not sure about the ‘Secret’ part, but the pictures certainly looked breathtaking. I had sailed a lot during college and after, but I wasn’t sure I could handle a big sailboat by myself, so we hired a captain from the charter company, and planned to set sail within a few hours of the cruise ship getting into port.

Christy wore a black bikini with a white beach wrap over it that was just see-through enough to show off her body. Her daughter Lisa wore a bright pink bikini top with running shorts and running shoes.

I had recently started dating Christy after her divorce, and my son had started dating Lisa. Since everyone seemed to be getting along, John had traded rooms with Christy. Since Christy and I had the balcony room, we got the better end of the deal. John didn’t seem to be complaining, though.

At one point, when Christy was alone with her daughter, they traded stories, and Christy admitted to me that Lisa and John were both sore from two days of pretty much nonstop sex.

Christy and her daughter both had dipped into exhibitionism on the balcony, and as a result, we had each caught the other couple at least once. The sailboat seemed like another opportunity for a great adventure, but we were a little worried about having a captain on board.

When we got to the boat, we were pleased to see that the captain had brought his own girlfriend, so that he wouldn’t be trying to “steal” one of ours. The boat was a Hallberg-Rassy 46 named “Current Address”. The HR is a well-made Swedish sailboat, and it might have been a little small for three couples for a whole week, but for a day cruise it was plenty big enough.

The captain was named Dave, and his girlfriend was named Jen. She apparently was a local hottie who was a fuck buddy of his, but was also a good enough sailor to help Dave whenever he had a charter that couldn’t (or wouldn’t) share any of the work. She had a dark complexion, and exotic features that hinted of a mixed race background. She seemed to speak English and Spanish equally well, and looked stunning in a small T- shirt and cargo shorts.

As we set sail, we were not even out of range of the port when Lisa asked Jen if it was OK to take her top off.

“Sure,” Jen replied. “But you may want to wait a few minutes. People on shore with big-ass cameras can still see us pretty well.”

“Fair enough,” Lisa said, as she took her top off. Lisa was athletic and muscular, and almost as tall as John. She had girl-next-door good looks, and a quick smile. Her breasts were larger than Christy’s, and she had that particular form of “hotness” that comes with being fresh out of high school.

When I first met her, I had not thought of Lisa as being super sexy. It might be because she was so athletic, or it might be because I was dating her mom, but the way she casually took off her clothes had an effect on all of us.

Dave and John and I all stared at Lisa’s body as she made her way toward the front of the boat, and started putting on sunscreen. Jen laughed and poked Dave in the ribs, but he made no attempt to stop looking until Lisa laid down.

“You can all go naked if you want,” said Dave. “Especially you.” He poked back at Jen, although not nearly as hard as she had poked him.

Jen poked her tongue out at him. “I thought you invited me because I am such a good cook.”

Dave smiled at me. “She is, too. The rental includes a sandwich lunch, but Jen said she would make us some grouper.”

John had been standing next to us, but he headed up to the front of the boat to lay down next to Lisa. Before he laid down, he made a point of getting a handful of sunscreen and rubbing Lisa’s breasts carefully.

The boat was really not designed for sunbathing. The area where they were laying was off to one side a bit, but the headsail was a relatively small jib, and it was raised from the deck just enough that it allowed people to sunbathe.

“Your kids?” Dave asked.

“Lisa is my daughter, and Johnny is Jack’s son,” Christy explained. “They aren’t related.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like I was judging,” Dave apologized. “They are a cute couple.”

“Yeah,” Jen followed up. “You were staring at her cute couple as soon as she took her shirt off.”

Christy had been standing behind me with her arms around me, giggling, but let go and said: “Well, I am going to go change then.” Christy had been showing a lot of skin to start with, so the idea that she was “changing” might leave her completely naked.

Christy retreated below deck while Dave and Jen and I talked about Secret Harbour. When Christy returned, she was wearing just her bikini bottoms and deck shoes, and came up and etiler escort hugged me and asked me to help her with sunscreen.

The Hallberg-Rassy 46 had a soft dodger that provided great shade in the cockpit, but it had a wide stern behind the cockpit that had been fitted with two comfortable stainless steel “railing” chairs, as well as a couple of foam mats for sunbathing. Christy spread a towel on the foam mat, and stretched out to give me the best possible view of her body.

I sat next to Christy, and rubbed sunscreen on her body, starting with her breasts. I was careful to make sure she got sunscreen all over, but I returned to her breasts repeatedly. Jen busied herself below deck, and Dave split his time between staring at Lisa, staring at Christy, making sexual innuendo with Jen, and occasionally sailing.

Since Dave seemed to be enjoying himself, we went ahead and put on a show. When Christy rolled over, I started by rubbing sunscreen underneath her bathing suit, and when she seemed to respond to my touch, I went ahead and removed her suit completely.

Christy’s body was tiny and firm. Even though Jen and Lisa were many years younger, Christy had what I felt was the hottest body on the boat. Lisa was more athletic, but something about Christy’s body was always wildly sexy to me. Christy played it up too. Instead of laying passively, she moved her body in response to my massage, and even turned and talked to Dave occasionally to make sure he had a clear view of her nearly shaved pussy.

Up on the front of the boat, John and Lisa seemed to be enjoying the feel of the open water. Lisa was laying sideways with her head propped up on John’s chest, and her hand down his pants. John had his arm loosely by her side, but with his right hand, he would reach up from time to time and feel Lisa’s breasts.

When Jen came back up from the cabin, she smiled to see Christy completely naked, and without saying a word, she took off her shirt and shorts, leaving her wearing a white speedo that looked beautiful against her dark skin.

During the winter months, the winds around the Virgin Islands are from the Notheast, and are usually steady at 15-20 knots. The winds start to change in February, and by June the winds have slowed and shifted to the southeast. Although we were expecting 12 knot winds that day, the wind gauge was holding steady at 22 knots. (This was the “apparent wind”, which included the speed of the boat, but it felt like a million miles per hour.) The boat had an air conditioner below deck, but it was not needed. The breeze easily filled the inside of the sailboat.

Dave asked if I wanted to take the helm, and I definitely did. Dave had skillfully maneuvered the sailboat out of port, and he would be around later to do the hard work of getting it back in, but out on the open ocean, the boat practically navigated itself. In fact, it was outfitted with an autopilot that could function in several different ways. The autopilot could simply keep the boat on course, or if needed, it could follow a complex set of instructions based on the GPS.

Both the main sail and the jib were equipped with automatic reefing, which in this case was a switch that allowed the main sail to be rolled into the mast (to reduce the amount of sail exposed to the wind). The main sail was rolled about halfway into the mast, and the jib was rolled about halfway around the foil. The result was that the boat was not moving very fast, but it wasn’t heeling over very far either. I desperately wanted to let the sails out and build some speed, and I told Dave my plans.

He went up front to let Lisa and John know that the ride was about to get a lot more exciting, and they decided to move. First I let out the main sail and adjusted it, and then I let out the jib, while Dave adjusted that. Jen had volunteered to adjust the main sail, but I wanted to get a feel for it. Once the two sails were set, the boat heeled over and started picking up speed.

Sailboats actually sail faster when they lean over, because they get a better angle on the wind. There is a compromise as to how far you can go before it gets uncomfortable, but a boat this size can lean way over without being in any danger. The GPS said our speed was only 15 knots but it felt like we were flying. The wind was steady enough that we sliced through the waves, and the water was calm enough that we were not constantly drenched with salt spray.

Lisa and John went below to get out of the wind, but the rest of us stayed on the deck. After a few minutes, Christy put her bikini bottoms back on, along with a life vest. Her breasts were smaller than the other two girls, but that life vest had never looked better on anyone.

Jen went below deck to check on the kids, and came back with a smile on her face. “Well, they are enjoying the day cruise.”

The HR 46 has two beds (“berths”) downstairs, with a U-shaped galley and a sitting area in between. The front area is a V-berth beyoğlu escort that they call the “VIP berth” because it makes into an oversized bed, and has a private head.

Even though there are curtains and walls to provide privacy, Jen said that John and Lisa had made no attempt to close the curtains. She had peeked up front, and seen Lisa riding John, even though the angle of the sailboat had rolled them up against one wall.

Jen had brought four beers from the cooler, and she handed one to each of us. I offered a toast, and we all drank to “fast sailboats and naked women.”

After what seemed like too short a time, we adjusted the sails for a slower pace, and resumed our journey at about 5 or 6 knots, which was still plenty fast enough to arrive at the cove before lunch time. Once the sailboat flattened out, Christy removed her life vest and her bikini bottoms, and told Jen that she should do the same.

Jen hesitated, and Christy could tell she just needed some encouragement. Christy walked up to her and just casually started helping her remove her swim suit. Jen put up no argument, and got completely naked, except for her deck shoes.

“This isn’t fair,” she said. “Christy and I are naked, but the guys aren’t.”

Dave got up from the chair, took off his suit, and sat back down. He we younger than me, and taller, but his skin was wrinkled, especially around his eyes, from all the sun. I was still paying attention to the boat, but I took at least one look at him before turning back to the helm. He was already erect, and his dick was longer than mine, but not too much.

When he sat down in the stern chair, Jen immediately walked over and stood in front of him. The chair was attached high on the stern railing, and so his dick was already level with her boobs. She reached out and grabbed his member, and started rubbing it and teasing it as if they were the only people on board.

Christy came up to me and said “Now it is your turn…” I put the sailboat on autopilot and stood in front of the boat’s wheel while she helped me take off my bathing suit. When the suit came down, my erection sprang up, and Christy laughed. “So you are enjoying the day cruise too.”

We glanced back at Dave and Jen, and she had leaned over and was already giving him a blowjob, as he sat back in the stern rail seat. As soon as she saw it, Christy pushed me back into the captain’s chair and got down on her knees. She started running her hands over my body, but there was no way I could get more excited.

After teasing me for a few minutes, she took my dick in her mouth, and started to slowly run her lips up and down my shaft. Although it felt amazing, I had been watching her ass all morning, and wanted to have my dick deep inside her.

As I pulled her to her feet, I could tell she was thinking the same thing. She crawled into my lap, raised her legs on either side of me, and lowered her pussy slowly down onto my cock. As good as it felt, I was nervous. As she was adjusting herself to me, I looked up at the controls to make sure the autopilot was still on course, and looked around to make sure there were no other boats nearby.

The island was far off to our left, but it was still visible in the distance. There were other sailboats visible from time to time, but none were close enough that they could see the sex going on. As I looked down the companionway, I saw John and Lisa looking up at us.

I waived them off. For some reason, letting Dave and Jen watch us did not feel weird at all, but letting our kids watch still seemed odd. John gave me the “thumbs up” sign, but they both seemed to get the message.

Christy had completely impaled herself on my dick, and she was limber enough that having her legs propped up against the seat back didn’t seem uncomfortable. She was rocking back and forth while she ran her hands over my shoulders and back.

Although she did not have a forward view, she had an “aft” view, and she kept me appraised of what Dave and Jen were doing. “Now she is leaning over the railing, and he is fucking her from behind,” Christy whispered.

The idea was incredibly sexy to me, and I strained my neck to turn around. Unfortunately, I had more of a view of Dave’s ass than Jen’s tits.

“Hey, pay attention to what you are doing,” Christy laughed.

Christy and I gradually built up to a pretty strong pace, and I was pounding my dick into her so hard that she was coming up off the chair on each stroke. Although usually she was quiet during sex, this time she was moaning and grunting, and even added “Harder…” once.

I did my best to keep up with the jackhammer strokes, and was rewarded when I felt her orgasm approaching. Her breathing grew rapid, and suddenly she held her breath as her body tensed up around my dick. I slowed my pace, but let her grind deeply against my dick as much as she wanted. She pulled me toward her so she could wrap her lags around me.

Her orgasm lasted cihangir escort a long time, and she slowed down afterward, sweaty in spite of the strong wind.

While she was coming down, I felt my orgasm approaching, and started pushing into her again. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close again, and pushed her pussy down on me so hard that I could feel her pubic bone. I no longer had to push into her, as she was supplying all the energy. As she bounced up and down on my dick, I leaned back and unleashed my orgasm.

As she felt me pumping my cum into her, she gasped, tensed up, and rode me harder, as if she was having another orgasm. She might have been faking, but who cares. I came for what felt like forever, and I felt my dick pushing a huge load deep inside her.

When we were done, I finally put my attention back on the sailboat, but there had been no need to worry. Not only was the boat completely safe on autopilot, but Dave was keeping an eye on everything from the stern rail chair, while Jen leaned over him with his dick in her mouth.

Christie and I stayed in the captains chair, but turned our attention to Dave and Jen. Dave could see us watching, but Jen had her back to us. As I watched her head bob up and down on his his dick, I admired the shape of her ass. When she leaned down, I got a slight view of her pussy, and also a side view of her boobs.

“Wow, this view has improved since last time I turned around,” I told Christy.

“Shhh,” she replied. “I don’t want Jen to get self conscious.”

If Jen knew we were watching, she didn’t seem to be bothered. In fact, Dave didn’t seem bothered either. Dave had taken the base of his dick in his hand, and was jerking off into Jen’s mouth. Jen had just the tip of his cock in her mouth, and would lean her head up from time to time so she could make eye contact with him.

After a few minutes, Dave let go and leaned back, and Jen changed her position so she could take more of his dick down her throat. The view of her body from the side was erotic and casual at the same time. She was thin and young, and had the muscles of someone who worked out a lot, or maybe did physical labor for a living.

“Oh fuck…” Dave moaned. He closed his eyes for a minute. The only sign that he was coming was Jen getting suddenly still, and leaning forward. I couldn’t see her swallowing, but clearly there was a lot of action going on that was not completely visible. She held her breath for a long time, and when she finally came up, Dave’s dick had already started to grow limp.

Christy was aroused just from watching them, and had been stroking her own pussy. My dick had also started to get hard again, but I knew from experience that I wouldn’t be able to have sex again for about an hour at least.

Jen smiled at Dave, and leaned in to kiss him. Dave kissed her back, and I got the distinct impression that she let him taste some of his own semen on her lips. We she separated from him and walked back toward us, she had the look of someone who was entirely satisfied with her sexual nature, and maybe her whole life. She gave us a 1000-watt smile as she walked past us and went below deck.

Jen came back up a few seconds later and brought a towel to us. She smiled again as she reminded me: “Don’t forget to clean the Captain’s chair.” I hadn’t thought that it might be rude to fuck on the captain’s chair, but we hadn’t exactly been subtle.

I got some clean wipes and some water from the cockpit and cleaned the captain’s chair carefully, while Christy stepped outside the cockpit and took a shower on deck. The sailboat had a “solar shower” hanging on the rigging outside the cockpit. It is basically a large bottle of water with a shower attachment on the bottom. The water heats up in the sun, and you can stand under it for a warm shower later in the day.

The water must not have been completely warm yet, because Christy didn’t shower for long, and her nipples got hard and erect in the breeze. Still, she seemed to enjoy putting on a show, and when she was done, she wrapped a towel around her, and sat next to me again in the cockpit.

As we approached the harbor, John and Lisa joined us on deck, and we admired the clean white sand and the crystal clear water. As we got close to the other boats, we realized that some of the other boats might have kids aboard, so we all hastily put our bathing suits back on.

We spent the day swimming in the harbor, and we even went to the beach for a while, but we had no need to eat at the beach restaurant, because Jen prepared a meal of seafood salad, fried grouper, and fresh fruit.

On the way back to the cruise ship, the girls all quickly got naked again, but they seemed content to let the guys keep their bathing suits on. While the guys took turns steering the sailboat, drinking a few beers, and just generally having an amazing time, the girls chatted for a while up near the bow of the boat, and laid out in the sun in various poses that had all the guys horny again.

As we got out in open water, we ran the sails out again for a long sprint. While Christy steered, Jen stood behind her and gave her a neck rub. The girls had grown close very quickly, and sat together for a while and whispered, and shared e-mail addresses.

After seven years of estrangement, I made peace with my father; a week after that, he passed away at the age of 77. William Fitzgerald the Fourth, the CEO of Fitzgerald Enterprises, was laid to rest. That morning, they had a memorial service at the nearby Protestant church, and then all the attendees drove out to bury him in the family mausoleum. Afterwards, everyone returned to the family mansion for a repast. Most people weren’t really here to pay their respects; they were just biding their time until the reading of the will.

I handed my car keys to a valet before heading into the mansion. My 2014 Ford Mustang looked pretty out of place amidst all of the Rolls Royces, Jaguars, and Maseratis. Still, I didn’t care about trying to fit in with all these snobs. There were tons of people eating food and knocking back liquor, most of them my father’s business associates and friends. Thankfully, not many people recognized me as William’s youngest child.

As expected my half-siblings were there. My father’s first wife had given him four children, each of them rotten as hell. As the natural-born children of the deceased, they commanded the most attention today.

There was my oldest half-brother, William the Fifth, who was effectively running my dad’s vast empire. Then came my half-sister, Margaret, currently on her third husband, and, from the looks of it, on her fourth martini. Of course I was able to spot my fat half-brother Devon near the buffet table. He was a United States Senator, and I was super-sure that he’d be the next one in our family to keel over. Lastly was my greasy, obnoxious half-brother Nathaniel, who worked as a sports agent; he was escorting some pretty blonde to the second story, probably to give her a tour of the upstairs…and maybe his downstairs.

I also saw my various stepmothers. My father’s first wife gave me the usual contemptuous look as I greeted her. My father’s third wife was actually happy to meet me. And then there was my father’s 35 year old widow, who was putting on her theatrical show of grief, which was hard to pay attention to with those basketball-shaped fake tits that she was displaying in that scoop-necked black dress. I didn’t even try talking to her.

At last, we were all ushered into the ballroom for the reading of the will. There were rows of chairs that had been placed inside for all the attendees. While my family sat up front, I sat in the back, hoping to be ignored.

The lawyers then began reading the will, and, I must admit, a lot of the reactions were amusing. Some of my father’s friends made out with golf clubs and guns, my nieces and nephews got cars and paintings, and my siblings got astounding monetary gifts. To my delight, my eldest stepmother only got antiques, my other stepmother got a valuable coin collection, and my father’s widow got the mansion.

As expected, the biggest shock was when my father left his shares of the family company to me. My family sitting at front of the room looked around frantically for my face, and when they spotted me, I got looks of anger and shock. Of course, it wasn’t a surprise to me: he’d told me his intentions right before he died. My father owned 35% of the company, which amounted to billions of dollars. They were right to be surprised.

After the reading of the will had ended, a lot of people pounced on my newfound wealth. William was angry that I now owned more of the family company than he did, especially since he’d been working there since he was 20 years old. Devon and Nathaniel were trying to pull me aside and offer me advice on my money. Some of my father’s old business associates suddenly told me how much my father loved me. Even my father’s comely widow came by, wanting us to go somewhere private to reminisce about my late father.

Try as they might, I didn’t care about what they wanted. With great difficulty, I left the mansion. I didn’t even really care about the massive inheritance I had obtained; I already owned my own real estate company. My father had left me something that I valued more than money. I got in my car and headed off to enjoy it.

After a two-hour drive, I pulled up to a cute little house in a suburban neighborhood. I got out of the car, with my heart practically leaping out of my chest, and my dick practically battering against the front of my pants. I unlocked the door, hurried inside, and closed it behind me.

“Marianne!” I yelled. “Where are you?”

Into the room walked a beautiful woman with olive skin and long, black hair. She was wearing only a bathrobe, but I could still make out her voluptuous ass and natural, enormous breasts. Through the front of the robe, I could see her hard nipples.

“They buried my father today,” I told her.

“I know,” she said quietly.

“They read his will, too. He left me his company shares, just like he promised. I’m surprised that he didn’t leave you anything.”

Marianne smiled. “A şişli escort few weeks after he got his diagnosis, he sent a man here with four suitcases full of money. I’m fine, trust me.” She walked towards me while undoing the belt of her robe. “What’s more important is that he left me a young new master.”

After the robe slid off her shoulders and fell to the floor, I beheld her beautiful naked body. Her large, jutting breasts were capped with coaster-sized areolae the color of milk chocolate. Her nipples looked like two brown rolls of film, both dripping with milk. However, the most noticeable feature about her was the large penis and testicles between her legs.

Marianne was a futanari, and, for almost seven years, she had been my father’s sex slave. Shortly after I had reconnected with my dad, he had sent me to her house, where she seduced me. Since that day, she and I had had sex numerous times. With her, I’d had the most fulfilling, rough, and passionate sex I’d ever had in my life. Now that my father was gone, she was all mine.

“Undress me,” I ordered her in a soft voice. “Make it fast.”

Marianne walked up to me and started unbuttoning my blazer. As she removed each article of clothing, I noted that the hungry look in her eye got more and more intense. She was eyeing me like a starving person waiting for a meal to be ready. Once my hard cock popped into view, she let out a moan and bit her lip. Once I was naked, she reluctantly stepped back from me; she wasn’t allowed to touch me without my permission, and that drove her crazy.

“Now, I am officially your master,” I told her. “Bedroom, now.”

“Yes, Master!”

Eagerly we both walked quickly to the master bedroom. I sat on the side of the bed, while she stood before me, anxiously awaiting my next command. She was rubbing her thighs together, looking at me with a pained expression.

“Come here and let me fuck those tits,” I ordered.

“Yes, my Master.”

She knelt before me and lifted her enormous tits. I was always mildly surprised that she was able to manage having M cup breasts. She put them right on my lap and sandwiched my penis between them. I gripped the sheets as I watched my dick disappear into the ocean of tit-flesh before me. My brain was tingling with pleasure, and the sensation was radiating throughout my entire body.

I looked down at Marianne, who was moaning loudly as she moved her breasts against my dick. She was leaking milk against my chest, and down below her dick was dripping pre-cum onto my feet. The friction and anticipation were making both of our bodies hot.

“Enough,” I barked. “Get on the bed and lie on your back.”

She wordlessly obeyed me, climbing into the bed. As she crawled past me, I gave that beautiful ass of hers a slap. She lie on her back and began kneading her breasts.

I pounced upon my futanari sex slave and immediately began suckling on her giant mammaries. The milk coursed so easily out of her nipples. Her loud moans were music to my ears.

“Oh, my Master! My wonderful Master! Ahhhhhh!”

I bit her nipple roughly, causing her body to shiver with lust. I know that action would have caused a normal woman pain, but Marianne loved it. I switched to the other nipple and drank deeply.

Once I had my fill, I removed my mouth from her teats and roughly squeezed them, causing milk to surge into the air and rain down upon us both. Soon, the two of us were covered in thousands of tiny white drops.

I then spread her legs and began rubbing my penis against her dark, wet slit. I smiled sadistically as Marianne squirmed and shot me a pained expression. She had no idea that teasing her like this took an extreme amount of effort on my part as well. At last, I slowly slid my cock into her. The two of us sighed with relief as we were joined.

“Say it,” I grunted, trying my best not to cum.

“Fuck me, my Master. I’m nothing but a filthy, horny cow with a big dick.”

“Very well, cow.”

I eagerly climbed on top of my futanari slave and began to rut inside of her. I looked down and was greeted by the wonderful sight of my horny sex slave. Her breasts were jiggling, her face drowning in pleasure, and her cock brimming with seed. I reluctantly had to shut my eyes, lest the sight of Marianne should force me to cum too soon. Still, my brain was tingling from the feeling of my cock probing the tight, gooey depths of her womanhood.

“Oh, nooooo!” Marianne screeched. “AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIEEEEE!”

I opened my eyes and ceased my thrusting, looking down at her with a furious expression.

“Did you cum?” I growled angrily.

“I….only with my pussy, Master.”

“I don’t remember giving you permission to cum.”

“Oh, please forgive me, Master.”

“My father just died today…and you have the nerve to cum without my permission?!”

I pulled out of her and sat near the foot of the bed. taksim escort She sat up, too, her face full of regret. This was part of our relationship, as the slave and a master. Marianne couldn’t do anything without my express consent. Now, she steeled herself for her punishment.

“Master, please forgive me. I want your cock!”

“Sadly, your cock will have to do,” I told her. “Jerk yourself off until you cum.”

“Yes, Master.”

“You can watch porn if you want. Should I put on your favorite Gianna Michaels movie?”

“Yes, please.”

I brought Marianne’s laptop to the bed and put on a video of Gianna Michaels getting fucked by a black guy. I stood beside the bed and watched as Marianne shamelessly masturbated in front of me. Her breathing was ragged as shrill as she used her left hand to stroke her cock, while kneading her nipple with her right hand.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I growled as I touched myself while watching her. “I bet you’d like to fuck Gianna, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, yes, I would, Master!” Marianne growled. “I’d fuck her right in her hairy pussy and fill her with my seed!”

“You’d get her pregnant?”

“Fuck yeah! I’d rape that bitch silly until she gave me a baby!”

“You’re such a horny cow. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll bring home a big titted slut for you to get pregnant.” I reached down, took her hand away from her rod, and began to stroke it myself. “Would you like that?”

“Oh, yes! Ohhhhh, MASTER!”

A few minutes later, Marianne’s veiny phallus spewed yellowish cum all over the laptop so hard that the appliance tumbled off the bed. When she was done cumming, she lay on her back, her massive tits heaving as she caught her breath. The room was silent, save for the porno on the laptop, and Marianne.

“Enough,” I said, climbing into the bed, uncaring that Marianne was still leaking cum on the sheets. “Get on all fours so that I can cum inside of you.”

“Right away, Master!”

I watched with glee as she hastened to obey me. I never got tired of seeing her on all fours, with those massive breasts cushioned on the bed, and that long cock dangling between her legs. I quickly crouched behind her, grabbed her waist, and shoved my dick inside of her.

Immediately, I began mating with my sex slave, causing her to shriek with lust. Her long mane of ebony swayed with her head. Though I was deep inside of her pussy, I could feel her balls and pecker regaining their vitality. I chuckled to myself; Marianne’s short refractory period was astounding.

“Oh, my slave,” I moaned. “My sweet slutty cow! I love your body!”

“Ohhhh, I love you my Master! Fuck meeeeeee!”

I grabbed her hair and pulled it back. Marianne gave a yelp of pain as I pulled her head back, but then proceeded to start letting out a stream of filthy words.

“Yes, that’s how I like it, my big dick Master! I love the way you fuck me! I have been waiting all fucking day to come here and rape me like the fucking whore that I am! Ohhhhhh, fuck! OHHHHHHH!”

“You filthy slut,” I hissed, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. “Who told you to talk to your master like that?”

“Oh, I don’t care, Master,” she replied, turning her head so that she was facing me. “Punish me…fuck me…do whatever you want…”

I leaned back and continued to fuck her, while sinking my fingers into her perfect, round ass. Deep down, I liked it when she talked that way to me. It was great when she vacillated between submissive slave and horny bitch. My father’s face momentarily flashed in my mind. Instead of hatred or resentment, I thought of begrudging gratitude.

At last, I came deep inside of Marianne’s pussy. I dug my nails into her waist and buttocks as I filled her pussy with my seed. I wouldn’t have to worry about getting her pregnant; futanari could only procreate with others of their kind. Marianne’s pussy clinched as she came with me. I could feel her dick shooting cream onto the bed with great intensity.

I fell backwards onto the bed and sat on my rump, smiling at the sight of my semen leaking out of Marianne’s twat. Below it, her hairless balls and pecker dangled and swung, dripping with sweat and seed. I watched her big ass rise and fall with each breath she took, making my tired cock twitch.

“Thank you, Master,” she panted. “Oh, thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome, slave,” I said, patting her ass gently before getting off the bed. “I’m going to shower. Come join me. After we’re clean, I’m going to drink more of your milk, and then we’ll order some pizza.”

“Yes, Master.”

With my cock still dripping with cum, I walked to the bathroom. After turning on the water, I waiting until it was the right temperature before getting inside. It was about 5 minutes after I started bathing that Marianne joined me. Without being told, she began rubbing body wash all over me. Usually, I would have punished her beşiktaş escort for touching me without permission, but I was too tired and satisfied to care.

After I was sufficiently lathered, I put body wash on her, taking care to wash her enormous tits, knobby nipples, and fulsome backside. I squirted another huge glob of body wash before washing her womanhood. My hands had barely left her pussy before she was erect again.

“You can’t be serious,” I chuckled.

“I’m sorry, Master,” Marianne said with a smile. “I’m…you’re…”

“Insatiable.”

“Yes.”

I smiled at her, with her sud-covered breasts and damp hair. Gently, I grabbed her male parts with my goo-covered hands, using my left to work her rod, and my right to fondle her nuts. She bit her lip and started tweaking her nipples.

“You’re getting milk on me,” I laughed.

“Ohhhhh, sorry, my Master!” Marianne moaned.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, please!”

I continued to jack her off, watching as she squirmed and writhed in my grasp. I pinched her glans playfully and teased her urethra with my index finger. Between my own legs, my dick began to stir feebly with excitement.

“Oh, god! Master, I’m going to cum!”

Yellowish ropes of goo rocketed out of her cock, long and strong. They pelted the both of us, as well as the shower curtain and ceiling. After she was done orgasming, I relinquished my hold on her genitals.

“Well done, Marianne,” I said, rinsing my cum-stained hands.

True to my word, after we finished our shower and changed the linens on the bed, we got into it so I could enjoy her breast milk again. When I was satisfied, we got up and I ordered some pizza. We sat naked on the couch, watching television and eating our food.

I felt great. My body and mind were in a state of euphoria. It always seemed to happen right after I had sex with Marianne. When I was in bed with her, I was uncharacteristically rough and verbally abusive to her. But, after I was done, my mind was clear, and I felt like I had just finished the best vacation ever.

It wasn’t even 10 PM before the two of us started nodding off, so we went to bed. Marianne and I fell asleep in each other’s embrace. I was having some pretty great dreams, before I felt myself gently being roused by my futanari love slave.

“Master, please, wake up,” Marianne said softly.

“Wuhappened?” I answered groggily.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

I yawned and reluctantly got out of bed. I first put on a shirt and boxers, and then followed Marianne out of the bedroom. We made our way to the kitchen, where I went to one of the drawers and pulled out a dog collar and leash. Marianne raised her head as I put the collar around her neck and attached the leash. I then watched my nude futanari slave get down on all fours.

I gently walked her to the door that led to the backyard and opened it. The two of us exited the house and walked into the moonlit backyard. I stopped in the middle of the lawn and looked down, trying my best not to get a hard-on.

As her new master, I had commanded her that every time she needed to pee, she had to ask for my permission. Not only did she pee when I told her, but where I told her. During the day, I usually had the choice of letting her pee in the toilet, shower, or the bed. In one case, I even made her pee on the wall of the spare bedroom. However, late at night, I liked to see her pee outside like an animal.

I stared intently as Marianne started spraying urine out of her futa-cock. The yellow-white liquid pooled in the grass and created an acrid river that almost made it to my feet. After almost a minute, she finished, and we returned in the house.

Only after I bent down to remove her collar and leash did she rise to her feet. We both returned to the master bedroom, where I removed my clothes and climbed back into bed with Marianne. For a second, I was tempted to have sex with her again, but the fatigue of our past exertions overwhelmed me, so I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up to find myself alone in the bed. After a few minutes, I became aware of the smell of food cooking. Not bothering to clothe myself, I left the bedroom to find Marianne in the kitchen, wearing naught but an apron and slippers, making pancakes, sausage, and eggs on the stove. She turned to face me, looking beautiful as she flashed me a smile. I couldn’t help but notice her hard nipples poking through the apron; I was hungry and horny at the same time.

“Good morning, my master,” she greeted. “I figured that we both could use some food after what happened last night.”

“Good idea,” I yawned.

I sat down at the already set table and watched as my futanari sex slave brought the food over. I poured myself a glass of milk and then began heaping food on my plate. That first bite of syrup-soaked pancake was such a relief. I decided to wash it down with some milk and then chase it with some eggs and sausage. Once I tasted the milk, I looked over at Marianne.

“This milk tastes familiar,” I said with a smile.

She smiled, blushed, and got a boner. “I milked myself this morning. I figured that I shouldn’t let all the milk go to waste.”

A while ago, I was dating a woman who had a roommate. This was a new thing for me, but it never ended up being a big deal. One of the main reasons for this is that none of us were assholes. The other was that her roommate was in graduate school and worked at the school library. This meant that at least twice a week, she wouldn’t be home until 10:30-11:30pm. So we could always schedule my visits around what days she would be late. We would always have time to hang out, make dinner, fuck like wild, and then watch a little TV or go to bed.

The thing that sucked most about staying there was that she only had a single bed. A fucking single bed… What are we children? In most ways it was just as shitty as you’d imagine. I always ended up getting pinned against the wall at night, couldn’t twist or turn, had to crawl over her to get out. However, it did have one thing going, it made absolutely no sound. I swear, you could have three hyperactive six year olds jumping on it, and you’d never be able to tell. I have absolutely no idea why this was, it had box springs, and I’m sure that it was the cheapest out there. It was just the magical silent bed.

Her roommate has a twin sister that lives in the same area. As it turned out, she was moving to a new apartment but the lease for her old place didn’t quite line up with the new one, so she’d be staying with them for several weeks. She’s a nice person so this didn’t bother me much, but it was going to throw a wrinkle into our schedule.

As it turned out, she was out late most nights and we never had any awkward moments. Now, one more thing about the setup of the apartment. The living room couch sat against the same wall that the head of her bed butted up against. So we were actually extremely close to anyone who happened to be on the couch. If you could reach through walls, you could be lying in bed and reach out and touch the ear of someone sitting on the couch. You could hear the TV in the living room clear as day, and if anyone was on the couch, you could hear any conversations they might be having. This was occasionally irritating if you wanted to go to bed and someone was still up, but it didn’t happen very often so it wasn’t something I thought much about.

One night everyone was home. Her roommate and sister were in the living room watching Netflix and we were on her bed watching stuff on her computer. I believe we were watching Battlestar Galactica and they had on Curb Your Enthusiasm, as I could plainly hear Larry David and hear them laughing. It was getting late and we decided to call it a night. Or at least I thought we had decided to call it a night. She got up, turned off the lights, tossed the extra pillows off the bed and got in. Normally I sleep naked, but with an extra person in the house, I had been sleeping in my boxer-briefs. I draped my arm around her and expected us to drift off into sleep. Almost immediately she kissed me, which wasn’t unusual, but this wasn’t a “peck before bed” this was a long, deep, and wet. Still this wasn’t completely surprising, but after the first, there was a second, then a third. At this point, my mind (and my cock) were starting to wonder what was going on. My god, they were literally inches from us. I could hear they started up a new episode, so they were going to be out there for another 45 minutes or so. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing.

Now, not only were these two unbelievably physically close to us, but they were also pretty hot too. They weren’t identical twins, but looked very much alike. Both were pale, lanky blonds with tiny tits (a look I love). A regular fantasy of mine was her roommate watching us as we had sex, my girl narrating me ortaköy escort fucking her, and she playing with her pussy until all three of us came together. I had actually saw her tits on numerous occasions. When she would get home, she would always change into sweats, an oversized t-shirt, and no bra. What she never seemed to realize was that if you’re small, wearing a giant shirt, when you bend over, it’s going to flop open show the goods to anyone looking. Every time she would play with my girl’s Yorkie, I’d end up getting a nice long look. It took about a week before the same thing happened with her sister. I guess it ran in the family.

She continued kissing me. We were keeping our breath low but it was obvious that she was already super-hot. I couldn’t believe what had got into her. Her body was already writhing against me and we starting touching. Because the bed was so small, it was impossible at this point to conceal the fact that my cock was now rock hard. It was warm so she was only in a loose t-shirt and thin shorts. I started to kiss her neck, collarbone, and chest as I rubbed her up and down. Her head was tossed back and she was obviously enjoying what I was doing. This continued for several minutes, kissing and petting, petting and kissing. Still, I was a little reluctant to be overly aggressive and I kept my hands off of her tits and pussy. Again she took the lead and pulled my cock out for the first time. I would have groaned out loud if I could. She gently stroked my shaft and swirled her fingers around the head of my cock.

Finally, I turned and propped myself up on my arm so I could position myself partly over her. I could kiss her deeply now and had much better access to her body. My fingers kept wandering over her torso and hips, and I kept kissing her neck, chest, and lips. At this point, I could also see the full-length mirror that she had hanging on her door. Ostensibly, it was for dressing, but it also pointed straight at the bed and gave a perfect view of everything going on. I really loved this, watching us making love was amazing. Seeing our bodies thrusting together was so fucking hot. So now I had three streams of information coming in, wow, it was great.

Now I was getting more aggressive. I pulled her shirt up and starting kissing and sucking her tits. She had incredibly sensitive breasts and I knew this drove her wild. Her body was turning and writhing but thankfully the magical silent bed was doing its job. Despite my nervousness, we must have been keeping it down too, as I could hear laugher from her roommate and sister a couple times each minute. I don’t know how they couldn’t hear us; to me, it sounded like they were in the room with us. After a short time of heavy petting she started tugging at my cock, and basically pulled me by my dick so that I was completely on top of her.

I ground my cock into her still covered pussy for a minute as I kissed her. I took another peek to the mirror, then she pushed me off and I went to a kneeling position between her legs. She slipped off her shirt and pulled off shorts and panties. I slipped off my own underwear and finally we were completely naked. My god, it was so hot. Absolutely thrilling! She put her hands behind her head and her body was splayed out for me to take. I could tell her pussy was soaking wet before I even touched her. I spread her lips with my finger and gently pressed on her clit which made her reflexively arch her back. My cock was so swollen and hard it seemed bigger than usual to me.

She apparently was done with foreplay though and aggressively yanked me down close to her. Both our mouths were open and we were trying bebek escort to breath as deeply, yet quietly, as we could. Without using my hands, I maneuvered my cock to her pussy. I could feel her pressing against my head, she was burning hot and I could feel her wetness on me. I only kept my cock here a second. We looked into each other’s eyes and I slid my cock deep into her. There was little resistance and she took me all the way in. Oh god, that moment! Both of us were trembling. Finally together, yet having to keep ourselves absolutely silent, it was crazy. I stayed like this for a long time, trying to savor every moment of it. We broke eye contact and we held each other tight, still barely moving a muscle.

After what seemed like forever, I raised myself up and we made eye contact again. Her eyes had such a yearning in them, it was nuts. I slid my cock almost out then slid back into her slow and deep. I did this about three more times before her head thrashed back. She gnashed her teeth and her hands were balled into fists. I was quite pleased with myself sending her into such a state and I remember smiling with pride as I pumped my cock deeply inside of her.

I dropped back onto my elbows, gently squeezed one of her tits, and kissed her neck. She gripped me tight and I kept slowly thrusting deep inside her. At this point I heard the sisters laughing again. I raised my head so it was facing the wall. I could hear them so clearly I could tell who was on what side of the couch. I wondering if either one suspected what we were doing. It didn’t seem that way but the thought made my cock surge even more than it already was.

I looked to the mirror again and watched us. I started moving my hips in a circular motion, I always thought this looked super-hot, and sure enough, it did. I watched us for a little more, then started taking turns brushing and pinching each of her nipples. Again she was arching her back. She looked in pain, I’m sure both of us did, but it was only from the torture of having to keep so silent. I could tell on the inside she was going out of her mind.

I started to pound into her harder and deeper. I had to be careful to avoid making slapping sounds but was doing a pretty good job. My mind was going wild at this point. I imagined her roommate and sister quietly listening to us, stroking their pussies as they got more and more excited. I looked into the mirror and imagined it was them watching us in the throes of passion. In reality, they seemed no more aware then they had, despite the fact that I was all out plowing her.

My body was on fire and I was at near hallucination. I was snapped back to reality though when her breathing because noticeably louder. I was fucking the bajesus out of her, so I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. I didn’t want to blow the whole thing though. I pushed deeply into her, grabbing her hands, which were over her head again, with my left hand and clasping my right hand over her mouth. Her eyes had been shut tightly, but this opened them up as wide as pie plates. She looked at me with an almost panicked look. I know she wanted to moan out as loud as she could. I whispered, “Shhhhh” as quietly as I could. I kept her hands pinned down as I started pumping my cock back inside of her again. With my hands holding her down and quiet, almost all my weight pushed down onto her pussy, still I was still able to keep myself thrusting hard and deep inside of her. Her back arched, her face was bright red, her shoulders trembled, my god, it was almost more than I could take.

I took my hand off of her mouth and held her tight as I slowed my pace just a bit. She was smiling, feriköy escort still uncontrollably arching her back, and thrashing her head back. I heard the two of them laughing in the other room and knew we were still safe. I smiled and buried my face into her neck. But now, I was reaching the point of no return. She was still incredibly wet, my cock glided effortlessly inside of her. My pace had been slow, but it started to pick up again. I could feel a surge beginning from deep inside my body. It took everything I had not to moan out. I started fucking her harder, harder, harder. Now my head was thrashing back, my teeth locked. Honestly, with my orgasm building to the breaking point, I wasn’t paying the closest attention to my girl. She however must have been paying attention to me because she reached up and grabbed the back of my hair and yanked my head back. Oh my god, I nearly lost my shit. For a moment, every muscle in my body hit pause. I was as stiff as a board. I could barely move my eyes enough to see the devilish grin on her face. You devious bitch! I had nearly lost it!

After this there was no turning back. The fuse was lit. She let go of my hair and our eyes met again. I held her close and she did the same, wrapping her legs around me too. My thrusting was more erratic with each movement, my body started shaking. I knew I was about to fill her with cum but somehow I would need to keep absolutely silent. I buried my head into her neck, and with her arms around me, she gently stoked my hair.

The wave hit. Everything that had been building up was let loose. Every muscle was locked and I ground my head so hard into her that I saw stars. Orgasmic electricity raced through my body. I shot rope after rope of cum, it didn’t seem to want to stop. I trembled, then locked, trembled then locked. I could feel her grinding beneath me, milking every drop. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, squeezing each other with all our might. We stayed like this long after my cock had stopped draining my life into her, the pleasure was still too overwhelming to let go. It seemed like forever, but finally we both sort of just collapsed into a heap. I was still inside of her, but my brain had started to function again. I tried raising my head but was still to overcome with orgasm to move.

Nothing can last forever though. It took all the energy I had left in my body but I managed to pull out and flop next to her. She was still on her back and I lay half against the wall, half against her. We just lay there. It was only now I wondered if my climax had been too loud. Sure enough though, I heard them laughing at whatever the next punchline was. Relieved, I let my mind wonder off into a sex-induced haze. We probably stayed like this for 15 minute or so, until finally the sisters show was over.

“Do you want to put on another one?” one asked.

“Nah, I think I’ll head to bed,” the other replied.

I smiled to myself. It still amazed me that we managed to stay so silent. As they got up and started to move around, we repositioned ourselves and pulled up the blanket.

“That was unbelievable,” my girl finally whispered.

“I know. I can’t believe it,” I said.

She got close to my ear. “You made me cum twice.”

“Really?” I said, a bit surprised. “Wow.”

She could come cum from sex, but typically only with her on top. It was a rarity that she could cum once, let alone twice, in missionary.

“I lost it when you were holding me down. I can’t believe I didn’t scream. Oh my god, then the end…” She squirmed. “When you went over, you took me with you.”

“Ummmmmm…” was all I could manage. I smiled as I squirmed a bit myself. I could feel a surge in my loins and I could have probably fucked her again had we been alone.

As was, we just held each other close and were still. She was sleeping in minutes. I listened to her roommate’s sister mill about in the living room for a couple minutes more before passing out too.

Her story……

My job is such a pain, you know I could really use something new. Would you consider having me work for you? You would? Well, ok, got to follow company procedure though. Wouldn’t look good if you were showing favouritism. I’ve had one interview already. Went pretty well, I thought.

I come into your office for a second interview. Standing in front of you, I stare directly into your eyes… waiting for questions. You stop and take a minute to look at me, rethinking your decision on hiring the other girl. She was more qualified, but nothing like me. You had called me back for a second interview just to see me again. As you hoped I am dressed even better than before. A short black skirt, black heels, and a white silk top that leaves nothing to hide.

Before you can say much, I sit down in the chair in front of your desk. You know I have noticed the way you are looking at me, as you see a small grin on my face. You ask why I think I’m the person for this job? I tell you again of my interest in this type of work, and then, you tell me that you do have one candidate who is more qualified. (There is RAGE in my eyes.) You tell me this interview was just to make sure you had not made the wrong hiring decision.

As you say that, I slowly spread my legs… placing each onto the arm of the chair, giving you the ULTIMATE view!!! You look into my eyes and see a very evil twinkle. You look down at my crotch and notice that my silk panties are stained with moisture. As I pull them to the side, you notice how shiny my sweet pussy is.

You watch me as I grab my pocket book, extract a dildo and …. anal beads. Quickly, I begin to lick the anal beads making them so wet and ready. I stand up and remove my panties hiking up my tight skirt and throwing my sexy smelling panties at you. As you catch them, you bring them to your face, smelling me, as you feel your cock, rock hard straining against your pants. Once again I sit down putting my ass to the edge of the seat and grabbing some oil letting it drip out all over my pussy… droplets even find my tight tunnel!! You watch as I push the tip of my finger inside my butt hole, preparing myself. I take the first bead and slowly begin to shove the bead inside. You watch as the yellow bead disappears into my tight rim! Then my finger slips inside, pushing it soooo deep. With each bead, I follow the same procedure. Finally, all 5 medium size beads are in.

My clit and lips are sooooo swollen from the excitement. I take the dildo and begin to suck on it. Your eyes glued on me the whole time. Sucking on that dildo as if it were your own cock!! The dildo is sooooo wet now, I place the tip at my slightly parted pussy lips, rubbing it up and down my slit. You watch me intently as şişli escort I continue to tease my clit.

The toy finding my opening, I begin to push it inside, moaning and wanting more! You see the head slipping inside of me, as my moans become stronger and louder. You watch as I push it deeper inside finally it is buried completely! You see the dildo thrusting in and out… my smooth, hairless pussy lips wrapped around it, my juices covering the dildo with the oils spread on my juicy love box.

I stand. Turning around, I place my knees on the chair, bending at my waist, my legs spread giving you the show you’ve always wanted. And, frankly, it’s the show I’ve always wanted to give you. You see the dildo penetrating me, a scene you have often dreamed of. As I pull the dildo out, I put it back into my mouth tasting my plentiful juices. Licking it clean!!!! mmmm. I begin to tug on the anal beads… You see how they begin to slide out one by one with each pull my aahhhhhhhhhhs and ooooooooooohhhs echo through your office. You walk over closer to me. Now wait, . It is not your turn yet.

With the last bead coming out, you see I am about to cum .. My fingers circling my clit round and round. You insert two fingers … sinking inside my sweet mound.. in and out, in and out they go faster and faster. My legs begin to shake and my body begins to quiver.. massive orgasm shooting through me. I can barely stand the excitement as I feel my pussy tighten around your fingers, my hips bucking back to meet your thrusts. You reach down and open your fly, your cock swollen and erect. You move closer to me, taking the head and rubbing it up and down between my cunt lips as I lean forward on the chair. You feel my hand on your shaft as I guide you inside of my waiting pussy.

You reach out and grab my hips, pulling me back against you as you sink inside of me, feeling my warmth surround you. You feel me arching my back, as I take you deep inside of me, my pussy so warm and soft as my velvety folds surround you.

Then I stop. Pulling away… your cock suddenly lost from where it had been, I turn and give you that look. Are you sure about your decision,? You’re not sure? Well, there won’t be any more till I see an offer letter! I push you back to your chair.

As you sit down I kneel in front of you. Taking two fingers I dip them inside of my pussy and bring them to your mouth, allowing you to taste me. Your cock still so hard, I wrap my hand around it and begin to jerk you off… my soft hand running up and down your cock so hard and ready to cum!! (Do it for me, hon.) I slip my lips around your cock wanting to taste your cum Just sucking on your cockhead, my tongue moving in such a way it drives taksim escort you crazy, grazing your hard cock with my teeth, my hand still sliding up and down your shaft. You begin to shoot thick, ropy jets of cum down my throat, the taste like sex and the milky white cum dripping from my lips as the cum goes down my throat, my hands so sticky from your cum.

I lick them off as I stand before you. I kiss you making you taste yourself, too… “mmmmmmm, so good,” I say as I pull my skirt down and adjust my blouse. Looking over my shoulder I say, “Yes I can start on Monday.” You look up and say you did not offer the job. So, how ’bout it,? Do I have a job?”

His story, as he takes control of the interview……

“Not so fast sexy lady…. the interview is not over.”

I stand before you and place my hands on your shoulders and turn you around to face your chair……then gently push the back of your shoulders and you take the hint and kneel on the chair again….nothing is spoken…. you know what I want.

I raise your skirt and caress the cheeks of your arse….. you break the silence with a ‘sigh” as my hands gently swirl around your cheeks…. the angle you kneel at allows a perfect view of most sacred hole, and the bottom of your vaginal lips….. my gosh…what a sensual sight you are!!!!!!…… you look between your legs and notice how hard my cock has become again.

You see me reach over for the beads and your tiny hole twitches in anticipation….. your arse is well lubed and I gently prise open the puckered hole with my left hand, and push the first of the beds inside you….. you raise your arse to help me (what a helper…lol)… then the second goes in, then the third and fourth and finally all the beds are deep inside you…. I can help your muffled sighs and guess you are biting the cushion to avoid crying out.

I move the head of my cock to your sodden vaginal lips and you can feel the head pressed up at the entrance to heaven…you are not sure what I am going to do next, particularly as you feel me lean forward without penetrating you, but instead put my right arm around your waist and gently masssage the sensitive skin where your pubic hair used to be…..

The head of my cock slowly moves inside those silky inner lips…. deeper and deeper until I am in you to the hilt. I stop and my fingers gently swirl around your clit through its hood….. you cant beleive the sensation of the lubricated hood massaging your clit….your vagina full of me, and your arse full of beads…. my cock can feel the beads through the thin thin skin separating your vagina and arse….its and exquisite feeling… you feel my left hand move between us and grab the end beşiktaş escort of the string holding beads…

I begin to withdraw my cock and at the same time I gently pull the first of the beds from you….. I can feel your vaginal muyscles tighten around my cock and you let out a muffled scream…..

My cock begins to slowly push in and out….. you are not sure when the next bead is going to be removed, but you are becoming highly aroused as your clit is stimulated through the lubricated hood (like the palm of a hand massaging a cock), and the feeling of your pussy being penetrated deeply.

I can sense you getting close to cumming and I thrust in and out a little harder…my fingers dancing a delerious tune on your clit….I can feel your body tensing and withdraw the second bead, which sends you over the top and you scream out “yessssssssssssss, I am cumming…shit….oh yessssss…….mmmmmmmmmmmm” as you bite your lip to muffle the screams.

I slow down to allow you to recover momentarily…..you know this hasn’t finished as, you arse still has three beads imbedded inside, and you know I haven’t cumm yet….

You can feel me slowly begin to push my cock in and out again….my fingers feel for your clit again…this time pulling the hood upwards to expose your sensitive bud…. the contact is a direct contact of lubricated pal of finger directly on your clit…. this brings you to a high state of arousal almost immediately and I pull another bead out quickly, while maintaining a steady in and out of your tightening vagina.

I can sense you ready to cum almost immediately again and I quicken the pace on your clit….my cock moves in and out more quickly and I can see your body begin to tremble and feel your vagina begin to tighten around my cock…….you are biting the cushion and screaming something I cant understand into it, but I understand what your bosy is telling me…. the entire body going rigis, your clit swelling under the ministrations of my finger, and your vagina gripping my cock like a vice….. you thrust your head back and scream ‘oh GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD” and convulse…your vagina grips me too tightly this time and I cumm, wave after wave deep inside you…. our bodies shaking and trembling in exhausted unison……

Then your realise your arse still has 3 beads in it…. you feel me lean back and slowly remove the third bead.. “noooooooooo, not again, I cant, I cant” you scream at me as I sense your body about to reach another high…. unrelenting I quickly pull the fourth bead out and I now know you are going to cumm again…. your body trembles then goes stiff as another orgasm overcomes you…at the same time I remove the fifth bead to heighten the sensations you had never been to before….. I look down and you scream as if you are in pain…. your body is shaking and convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure overcomes your exhausted body…..

I collapse over your back and give you a gently hug and gently kiss your neck…..

I whisper in your ear, “ou have yourself a job sexy lady….”

He was having a typical day at work, seeing folks in the office for the usual stuff, diabetes, blood pressure, physicals, he was bored. He did not recognize the name of his last patient, a woman, about 7 years younger than him, the complaint on the schedule said “personal”. Making a mental note to talk with the nursing staff to remind them new patients were supposed to be seen in the morning because they took so much time.

The day dragged by, everyone seemed to take extra time or were coming in late. By the time the last patient was led to the room, most of the staff had left. “No Overtime Allowed” was the mandate from corporate. He knocked on the door and went in, apologizing for the late hour. She smiled and said that it was fine, she was glad that he was able to see her.

As always, he sat on the wheeled stool, she was sitting on the edge of the table. She was in a gown, the opening in the front. She had her legs crossed; he could not help noticing her legs. He loved looking at women’s legs. Getting all her history was routine, took some time to get it into the computer. He always tried to look at his patients when asking questions before looking back at his laptop screen to record the information. But, female patients distracted him, she really was attractive, he thought; noticing when she shifted her weight on the table that her breasts swayed freely under her gown. It gaped open a bit and he could see some of one breast, and he quickly looked down trying not to stare, he did not want to get caught again.

After he got the routine data entered, he put the computer down. “Tell me what brought you here today. You said it was personal”. She talked about her latest boyfriend telling her something was wrong. He said she “tasted funny” and would not give her oral sex. She blushed like crazy topkapı escort as she said this, as did the doctor. No one had ever told her that before, she was really upset by it because she loved oral sex. She became more animated as she talked, waving her arms around causing her gown to open more, exposing the nicest pair of breasts he had seen in some time.

It had been weeks since he had been with a woman. Often remembering the last time he had fucked a patient in an exam room and fantasizing about his medical student, he would masturbate in his office. Or when desperate, would go to the massage parlor for a quick hand job. The conversation and the sight of her long legs, and nice breasts were making him hard. The blood was leaving his big brain and flowing to his little brain.

He started the exam, throat, heart, lungs, abdomen, trying to keep her draped, trying to stay professional, trying to ignore the lump in his pants. He went to find a nurse before starting the pelvic exam. Finding no one in the office, he returned to the exam room and told her the issue. “I’m sorry, but we won’t be able to complete the exam today. I need a nurse to chaperone the pelvic exam, but everyone has left for the day.”

“Doctor,” She asked him, “please just take a look, see if there is something wrong. I promise not to tell.”

Against his better judgment, he set up the table, pulled out the stirrups, help set her legs up, put on gloves, and sat on the wheeled stool. Her legs were wide apart, a beautifully trimmed pussy open to his gaze, he stifled a groan as his now ridged cock strained against his pants. “Everything looks great here,” he said, with a bit too much enthusiasm. She giggled, a funny sound coming from a 57-year-old woman.

He separated çapa escort her labia, the lump in his pants growing even larger at seeing her pre-cum, everything looked normal and told her so. “Are you sure there is no odor or bad taste?” she asked. He leaned in a bit closer sniffing, trying to smell any odor. He felt her hand on his head, and her voice whispered, “You know you want to”. She guided his head in until his nose was against her. By reflex his tongue reached out, licking her, tasting her. Her whole body shook a little, as his tongue slipped into her, licking and teasing her clit, his mouth making love to her.

He knew that it was wrong, he had been caught before, but the very thought only made him harder. He was beyond caring. It was the sweetest pussy he had ever tasted, he loved the taste, the way she felt on his tongue, the flow of juices. She started to moan, low, like a train, getting closer and closer. FFFUUUUUUUUCK she cried, pushing against his face, her whole body shaking. As she came down from her orgasm, she held his head so he would have no choice but to continue licking her. He caught his breath, and chuckled, loving the way she felt and tasted, loving the fact that he had made her cum.

As he stood up, gazing down at her, the gown was thrown open, her nipples so hard, she smiled at him. “I guess I taste okay,” she said. He walked around to the side of the table. “You tell me,” and he kissed her, letting her taste her own juices while cupping a breast in one hand.

The door opened suddenly and Rita came in smiling. His medical student, a plump figure on her small frame. She was wearing scrubs and a white coat, the scrubs just a bit tight on her full bust and ass. Lots of dark hair, full red lips. He had to admit that fatih escort he liked how she filled out her uniform, he was only human.

“Excellent! Oh Doctor B, I knew you would enjoy Stella. I made sure she would be your last patient today it has been too long since we shared a patient,” said Rita. She walked over to the table, looking the woman over, and gently reached out touching Stella’s breast. Stella gasped and moaned as Rita leaned in and kissed her.

He stood back, watching the women kiss, watching as Stella slipped her hand under Rita’s scrub top, up to her breast, the two women began kissing more passionately. Rita stood straight, took off her top, her bra, her pants. As she slips her thong off, she says, “Doctor B, you look a bit overdressed”.

Once naked, he slowly stroked his cock while watching the women kiss and touch each other.

Positioning herself between Stella’s legs, Rita says, “Let’s see if I can do any better than the Doctor”, she begins to lick and suck Stella’s pussy. Encouraged by the soft moans, Rita knew she is doing something right and inserts a finger. Stella begins to move her hips faster and faster, Rita does not have any terrible keeping pace with her tongue and fingers. Rita had never had a woman before, the smooth skin on her face, the taste of another woman’s cum, she loved it.

Looking over her shoulder, she smiles at the doctor, “Don’t you want to fuck me, Doc?” asks Rita as she bends over Stella again, continuing to lick and suck and play. he moves behind Rita, rubbing his cock over her glisten pussy that is dripping with cum and on her ass. “Yes,” Rita said, “Fuck me!”.

He gently held onto her gorgeous big ass and slid his cock into her until he was balls deep. He began to stroke, a nice even rhythm. Rita pushed back into him, her face and tongue fucking Stella at the same pace as she was being fucked. Stella and Rita were moaning louder, louder until they climaxed together. It was too much for him, cumming, deep inside Rita, his legs shaking. As they pulled apart and kissed each other, they all knew that this would have to continue.

Alone and naked, Jacquie climbed onto the table to lie down on her tummy. After a brief glance around the room and a deep reassuring breath, she opted to rest her head on her crossed arms rather than the head rest that was provided. Her cute ass was bare and vulnerable and Jacquie lifted her head wondering what to do. Moving her arms so she could brace herself on her elbows she felt a small towel bunch up beneath her. It was small and white but it was no bigger than a dish towel. Realizing that this was all she had to protect her modesty, she quickly spread it over her bottom before lying down again to wait, nervously.

As she waited patiently, her mind began to wander. When she walked into the air conditioned office the first thing she noticed was a very handsome man sitting at the desk in a white lab coat. His named tag told her his name was John. A moment later, John raised his head and looked deep into her eyes. Jacquie felt naked, not nude-naked but vulnerable-naked; as in he could see right through her and into her soul. Startled by the impact of his gaze, Jacquie trembled. Noticing her trepidation, John wanted to put her at ease so he flashed his most welcoming smile.

Pulling herself together and silently admonishing herself for her schoolgirl reaction to him, she said her name but she said it so quietly that he hadn’t heard her. Since he was just looking at his appointment book before she came in he knew her name was Jacquie.

Standing up from behind the neat desk, John handed her a clip board with a pen clipped under the lever. ‘Would you please have a seat over there and fill this out while I see to the room?’ he said as he pointed to the small but nicely decorated waiting area.

‘Sure’ Jacquie answered but again he barely heard her as he was already walking away from her to what must have been the ‘room’.

As she sat down in one of the two chairs in front of a small coffee table with magazines neatly stacked on one side, Jacquie watched his retreating back. She could see that the lab coat was stretched taut against broad shoulders and the fluttering at the sides suggested a slim waist.

Jacquie returned to the questionnaire. She answered the questions quickly since they all seemed pretty common on forms such as these. She had filled out others just like it at the chiropractor’s office and the ophthalmologist just the other day. When she was done, Jacquie walked over and placed it on the desk. Just as she was about to return to her seat to wait, John came out and asked her to follow him.

Leading her down a short corridor, John opened the door to the room he had been preparing for her as she completed the required forms. John asked her to hop up onto the table for a moment as he kicked a small stool closer so she could get up without difficulty.

John placed a blood pressure cuff on her upper arm and he smiled at her again as he pumped it up and it tightened on her arm. A moment later the air was being released with a hiss and her arm was free. Next he stood before her and opened a couple of buttons of her white silk blouse. He put a stethoscope in his ears and placed the cold metal ring just below her left breast. Her heart was beating at an outrageous pace and she knew he knew why. Jacquie tried not to look at him, not wanting her embarrassment to show but his eyes drew hers to his like a moth to a flame, and he smiled again. As if nothing was said between them with that look, John removed the stethoscope and suggested that she use the bathroom across the hall before undressing and he turned to leave.

Unbuttoning the last few buttons on her blouse, Jacquie surveyed her surroundings. The silky garment slid silently down her arms as her eyes wandered around the room. She saw a small lamp with a low watt bulb and a dark shade to keep the lighting subdued. Reaching between her breasts, she undid the clasp and slipped the lacy white lingerie from her shoulders like a shirt. Her manicured fingers reached back to unbutton her skirt and slide the zipper slowly down before wiggling her hips to aid its descent to her black heeled feet. Standing in only her panties and shoes, Jacquie inhaled deeply noticing the soft sent of musk. On a small utility table next to the flannel sheeted massage table was a potpourri bowl with the scented oil being heated by a small tea light candle. Next to it was an electric bottle warmer and in it was a plastic bottle filled with what she assumed would be the massage oil.

Realizing that John could walk in at any moment and she was still only half undressed, she quickly slid her panties down her shapely legs and slipped them off along with her shoes. Using the little stool, Jacquie climbed back up onto the table only this time, she lay down on her tummy. She knew that John was probably reading her questionnaire to give her time to get ready for him.

Inadequately covered with the small white towel, Jacquie jumped slightly as she heard the door open quickly and she peeked from her crossed arms to see John ortaköy escort walk in.

In a soothing deep voice John said, ‘Take a couple of nice deep breaths. Allow the soft scent relax you.’ Soft music began as he must have turned on the CD player.

‘Trust me, Jacquie. Let me help you to relax and enjoy this experience. It is best not to talk so you can focus only on the feel of my hands as they massage away the stress and pain. Close your eyes and let your senses and my skill take you away. Are you ready?’

‘Yes’ Her little voice croaked out as she closed her eyes trying to do exactly what he suggested. She took deep breaths and put her hands beside her body and placed her face in the head rest.

With her eyes closed and making every effort to relax, Jacquie felt John moved to her side. Large, warm, soft hands pressed gently but firmly on the center of her smooth back. Each hand separated, as he pressed up to her neck and down to the top of the little towel covering her nakedness. Then just as firmly he slid those talented hands across her back from side to side.

Keeping her eyes closed was not a problem but remembering to breath was. Inhaling deeply to keep breathing was something she consciously had to try remember.

The CD player sent out sounds of waves crashing on shore and seagulls squawking softly in the background that made her feel as though she were on a beach lying on the warm soft sand somewhere tropical. The calming composition hid the sounds of John picking up the warmed bottle of scented oil so it was a surprise when a steady stream of tepid liquid was drizzled on her back between her shoulder blades.

His warm hands quickly followed to evenly spread the oil across her back. Jacquie was surprised to hear a soft moan escaped from her lips as his hands pressed harder working out the kinks from her tired muscles. Kneading and rubbing her into a state of true bliss, John smiled at her little indiscretion. She could not see that smile but she sensed it. Slippery strong fingers massaged her shoulders and her neck muscles driving away any thought of embarrassment. All she had to remember to do was breath deeply and keep her eyes closed.

Jacquie’s eyes popped open and her body tensed as she felt the small little white towel being lifted from her bare bottom. John used it to gently smooth away the excess oil from her back. When the air hit her ass it was all she could do to stay still. Surprise is such a laughable word for how she felt but she was more than surprised at herself that she did nothing about it but lay still waiting to see what was to happen next. Jacquie could not help noticing that when John replaced the towel to her cute bottom, he placed it more on the small of her back than her ass.

Standing at her side, John took her small hand in his and poured some warm oil onto her tanned arm. His greasy fingers smoothed the oil all the way up to her shoulder and back down again towards her hand. He stroked up and down a few more times deeply massaging her muscles before he carefully massaged her hand. Jacquie could not believe how erotic it was to have your hand massaged. His thick fingers slid very sensuously through her smaller ones as he massaged her palm with his thumbs. The squishy wetness and the slippery sliding were making her feel stimulated. That thought surprised her. How could having your hand massaged excite her? John took each finger and tugged on it gently with one last thrust of his fingers through hers. Shocked she found that she was wondering just how thick the rest of his body was beneath that lab coat of his. ‘Thank God, he can’t read my thoughts!’

Just as before, John took the little towel from her bottom and rubbed it softly up her arm. He took his time and dried off each and every finger, on by one. Placing the towel back on her bum, he walked to the other side and repeated the same procedure in its entirety with her other arm, hand and fingers.

Letting the soft music whisper in her ear; the erotic scent overwhelm her; and the gentle but firm hands of John massage her to a state of oblivion, Jacquie was in heaven. She could not believe that she had waited so long to come for a massage. She didn’t even have to try and remember to breathe any more and she was so relaxed that her eyelids grew heavy and stay closed all on their own. The tenseness left her body as his fingers worked their magic as they danced across her body.

John stood next to her leg and squeezed the bottle of warm oil as trickled down her thigh and calf. John’s hands quickly followed the path gliding the liquid over her skin. His strong hands gripped her leg as he stroked and massaged from her knee to the cheeks of her ass; the towel was placed way to high on her lower back to be any hindrance to her bum cheeks. His hands clamped over her thigh and started to rub back and forth from between her legs to the outside; each hand rubbing in a different direction. John went to the bebek escort end of the table and took her calf and rested it against his chest. His hands artfully caressed her thigh as her shin was warmed by his body.

In this position, Jacquie realized that John had an unobstructed view between her legs. The towel being so far up her back as to leave her bottom bare as well as when he began massaging her legs, he spread them a little so he could reach every part. As the air and surely John’s eyes touched her most private spot, she tingled. She knew that this erotic experience was causing her to moisten slightly. She could feel the moisture flow and seep from her sex and with her preference to be clean shaven it would make her swollen labia shine. He would know what he is doing to her.

What was more arousing, his touch; him looking at her? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she was near to bursting with excitement.

‘Oh God, my feet’ She thought. ‘He is rubbing the sole of my foot with his thumbs. Ahhhhhhhhhgh.’

Just as he had with her hand, John slid a finger between each and every toe. The oil allowed his thick finger to slide its way in; filling the small space with his thickness. You would have thought her clit was connected to the space between her toes. She was more aware of her leaking slit than she was of his fat fingers now pulling on each individual toe.

As always, John took the towel from her back and wiped down her thigh to her calf and ending with her foot. He took his time as he dried every toe. She knew his eyes were not on the job at hand but he was watching the shiny moist part of her. She couldn’t see him but she felt the heat of his gaze as strongly as she felt his hand on her foot. Dropping the towel on her back again, John repeated every erotic touch and deeply massaged her other leg and foot, only this time John did not replace the towel on her body at all. He tossed it aside somewhere in the room.

Standing on the side of the table, John squirted more oil onto her bottom. Jacquie felt the warm oil run down the cheeks of her ass to mingle with the wetness between her legs. Now the sheen on her hairless labia was a mixture of bottled oil and her own special oil. While thinking about how the oil will look and how it felt, John took his thumb and spread a cheek aside to dribble more in the deep cleft there. The oil puddle in the little puckered opening and the excess ran down to join the pool between her legs.

If John had begun the massage this way, Jacquie would have jumped off the table and left the room shocked but she was past the point of no return. A forklift would not get her off that table now. She didn’t even know what was coming but she knew she was going nowhere until whatever it was happened. She was so relaxed now. Any possible tenseness she might have felt was keeping herself from moaning aloud. She was so close to coming she couldn’t believe it. No one had touched her breasts or her clit or any part of her body that causes her to orgasm yet and she was ready to burst. Her clit was literally throbbing and she could feel her hard nipples pressing into the table.

John’s hand gripped the cheek of her ass that was away from him. His fingers were massaging the fatty part of the cheek while his thumb was buried deep into her cleft. The grip he had on her cheek allowed him to open her to his gaze. His hard thumb was pressed firmly against her wrinkled aperture. He pressed harder adding pressure but he did not insert a finger. He knew the pressure alone was enough to send her over the edge. His big hand gripped the other cheek, the one closest to his own body. This time it was his thumbs kneading the fatty flesh and his tantalizing fingers teasing her. His hand gripped both cheeks spreading her wide and then closing them up tight teasing her over and over again. His eyes delighted in the sight before him but he enjoyed the knowledge that Jacquie was in a delicious sort of agony even more. Reaching for the tossed towel once more, John carefully wiped away the oil from her ass but he did not wipe away her natural oil on her lovely shiny shaven lips.

Jacquie barely heard his words when he asked her to roll over for him. Again he said, ‘Roll over, please.’ This time she heard him but it was as if he were speaking underwater or in a slow motion dream.

Jacquie lifted her body up and rolled to her back. Very aware that she was completely naked and totally aroused, she just didn’t care, although she could not look him in the eye as he helped her.

John noticed the lack of eye contact but he didn’t need to look into her eyes to know what she wanted. The wetness between her legs and her hard nipples told him everything he needed to know.

Using her belly button as a reservoir, John poured the oil on her flat tummy. His hands slid across her tummy down to where her sparse pubic hair began to just below her breasts. He knew her nipples were aching to be touched or kissed feriköy escort but he made sure he did not touch them at all, not even accidentally.

Wiping away the oil from her tummy, John oiled her thighs and shins one at a time. His hands repeated the same movements on the fronts of her legs and he had on the backs. He gently opened her legs a bit to get a firm grip on each thigh thus opening the view to her sex again. His hands massaged deeply and firmly and slid slickly up and down her thighs. His fingers lightly grazed her swollen labia and she nearly jumped from the table from the deliberate sexual shock he had every intention of making her feel.

Jacquie couldn’t control herself any longer. Her hips lifted from the table silently begging him for more as soft little sighs and moans slipped from her opened mouth. But John was not ready to allow her the release that her body cried out for. He just took the towel and wiped her thighs and shins dry, carefully opening her legs so he could see the pink pussy greased and wanting.

Moving away, John took the bottle of oil and poured it on to her breasts. Jacquie didn’t even try to stop the moan that came from deep inside her. John’s talented hands caressed the fullness of her breasts never touching her nipples that were hardened into firm pellets. His hand slid up her neck and chest and slid gently across her shoulders. Suddenly, he stopped. Jacquie wondering what happened opened her eyes to see John standing there staring at her hard nipples. Just seeing him staring at her made them pucker up even more that she ever thought possible.

‘Please, please, don’t stop now!’ She silently begged.

Staring up at him, she watched as he touched one of her swollen nipples. She gasped.

‘I noticed that your nipples are a little dry.’ He said in his deep sexy voice. ‘I have some ointment that will help.’

He took a tin of ointment out of the drawer and dipped his finger inside. Gently, John placed some cream on her nipple and rubbed it in. It felt so cool on her hot swollen nipple that when he rubbed the cream on the mate, a trickle of wetness flowed from her cunt. The cream caused the air to hit them in much the same way that your mouth feels after eating wintergreen or peppermint. Jacquie knew she was about to explode soon and there was nothing she could do to stop it, even if she wanted to stop it, which of course, she didn’t.

Finally, John picked up the oil one last time and he squirted it into the small patch of dark pubic hair. John gripped her thigh gently and spread her leg, squirting her again. It was totally unnecessary as he squirted her where she was already soaking wet and there was no need for any more oil. Her clit was so swollen that the bud had long escaped its protective hood and was standing up begging for John’s attention. There was only a second of hesitation before John took his oiled finger and pressed lightly on the sensitive nub. He did not caress or move it, he just touched it. Jacquie’s body took flight. With a mind of its own, she flew straight up and screamed.

“Ohhh God”. She was coming, finally!

Her tummy tightened and flexed, her cunt flowed with honey and her ass cheeks tensed. John knew it was time. His thick fingers slid deep inside her. The fleshy part of his thumb danced across her clit, and then pressed hard as she came. Jacquie screamed. Her hips bucked, her ass trembled and her head rolled from side to side as she came over and over again. And when she thought that her orgasm was ending she felt John’s mouth on her juicy nether lips.

“Ohmigod”, she screamed as she felt her body lift.

She was on that upward spiral again. His tongue was flicking ever so quickly on her clit before he slipped it down to slide deep inside her sucking and tasting the tangy juices that flowed freely from her body. With his hand still between her legs, he slipped one finger into her ass just as she was coming and she knew now why they call this ‘la petite mort’ (the little death) She was dying and deliciously so. She came and came, flooding her scented juices into his mouth and onto his hand.

As John looked up at her, he left his hand between her legs. One finger was still deeply imbedded in her ass, one was buried in her wetness and his thumb was tantalizingly rubbing her tender clit. He lowered his head to capture her nipple and he sucked it hard; his teeth nibbling none too gently on each one in turn. Not believing it possible, Jacquie comes again flowing around his fingers and screaming out his name.

John watched her come, enjoying the sight of her long shiny hair all askew and her body flopping around like a fish out of water. John watched as the tenseness left her body and she fell limp from her orgasm. He felt it first in her cunt; the walls stopped gripping his finger, her ass wiggled to reject his finger and he heard her sighs of discomfort when his thumb touched her now tender clit. He knew she was done.

He took his hand away and reached for the towel but just held in his hand as he looked down at her relaxed flushed body lying lifeless on the table. Jacquie slowly opened her eyes and dared to look up into his. She saw a comforting look in his eyes and a smile that took her breath away. John reached down between her legs and very gently wiped her one last time.

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Chapter 5

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Jenny messaged me one Monday morning.

‘Husband out of town. You owe me some compensation for all those ladies I’ve sent your way.’

‘LOL. Payment in kind?’ I replied, and headed over to her place. She ushered me into her home and guided me towards the living room.

“This is Ruth,” she said as I entered the room, slighty surprised to find a tall, silver haired woman sitting upright on the sofa. She was a striking lady. Slender, with finely chiselled features and deep blue eyes that sparkled as she smiled.

“So you’re the man with magic hands,” she purred deeply. It was an incredibly sexy voice, deep and resonant.

I said hello and we exchanged pleasantries. It looked like I was going to be asked to give Ruth my special treatment. So Jenny’s pimping me out to her more of her friends, I chuckled in my head, with a sly smile.

There was short pause then Jenny simply said, “Would you be willing to do a double massage today?” It took me a moment to process the idea. Why not, I thought. No rush to get anywhere.

“Sure!” I said. “Who’s first?”

Jenny sat next to Ruth and took her hands, gazing at her. Ruth smiled and they both turned towards me.

“We were thinking: together,” purred Ruth in her sexy, deep voice.

“Maybe etiler escort on the bed upstairs?” added Jenny. “Bit more space.”

Yes, I’m pretty thick and I’m a lifelong straight male with absolutely zero ‘gay-dar’ recognition skills. But it eventually hit me.

“Oh,” I stuttered. “So you two are…?”

Jenny giggled. “Isn’t it obvious?” I blushed.

They led the way to the master bedroom. I’d fantasised about an FFM three-way all my life (what red-blooded male hasn’t?) but I was suddenly as nervous as hell. Massaging and pleasing a straight lady is one thing but two women together? This was new territory.

“Don’t worry,” murmured Jenny as we entered the bedroom. “We’ll look after you.”

Ruth was unbuttoning her blouse. Jenny gyrated sexily and unzipped her skirt. They danced around each other sensually, teasing each other as they stripped. I, on the other hand, just stood there, jaw on the floor, cock hardening in my jeans.

“Are you going to join us, sweetie,” cooed Ruth. “Or just watch.” They were both down to bra and knickers. Ruth put her arms around Jenny and they hugged and kissed deeply. I’ll be honest, I almost came in my pants!

I ripped off my clothes and joined them on the bed as they lay back side by side.

“Why don’t you start with feet and legs,” said Jenny. “Then Ruth will understand what I’ve been telling her for weeks!”

I swallowed. Two beautiful woman, clearly gagging for action. I was going to beyoğlu escort have to take this slow and steady. I massaged their feet, gently pinching the toes and kneading the ball of each foot. Ruth sighed as I moved my hands up and over the calves. Jenny turned towards her and they started kissing.

They ignored me, tongues entwined, but they were both moaning at my touch. In a bizarre way I felt more comfortable. Less focus on me I guess. I worked on their legs and thighs, switching from woman to woman.

Jenny sat up and pushed Ruth back on the bed. “She loves being eaten out,” she said. “Fancy some hot pussy?”

I didn’t need any further encouragement and slid up between Ruth’s legs and buried my face in her crotch. She gasped as my tongue found her pussy and I dragged my tongue up her slit and over her clit.

“Oh my!” She squealed, wrapping her legs around my shoulders.

Jenny was crouching near her head and leaned across her, cupping and squeezing her breasts. I pushed my tongue deeper and Ruth moaned loudly.

As I continued to work her snatch with my mouth, I peeked up. They were kissing again, in that awkward upside-down position. I’d tried it a couple of times over the years and felt it totally odd, but they made it look unbelievably sexy.

“Please fuck me, Rick,” moaned Ruth. That was an invitation I wasn’t going to refuse so I kneeled between her thighs and pulled her legs up around my body. As I entered her, she cihangir escort shuddered. I started gently rocking into her lovely wet snatch.

Jenny climbed over and planted her pussy on to Ruth’s face, which disappeared. All I could see was her chin poking out from Jenny’s shaved crotch.

“Yes, darling, use your tongue,” cried Jenny. Ruth mumbled something incomprehensible and went to work.

I was thrusting steadily, and Jenny rocked backwards and forwards across Ruth’s face. She leaned towards me and we kissed, sucking each other’s mouths. I guess she tasted Ruth’s juice on my tongue because she murmured and licked her lips.

“You are just delicious,” she cooed and clamped her mouth over mine.

I was getting close and worrying about how I was going to satisfy both of these voracious females. I slowed a little trying to control myself.

“It’s OK,” whispered Jenny. “You can let go. Fill her up.” I could see Ruth nodding and grunting from under Jenny’s legs, still lapping at her pussy. I wondered if that really qualified as consent to give her my cream pie, but by the time I’d finished the thought it was too late and I pumped her one last time and grunted, emptying my balls into her hot pussy. Fuck me, what a shag! I thought, elated.

I collapsed on to the bed, but they weren’t finished. Jenny rode Ruth’s face for a few more seconds then cried out and shuddered as she came. She clambered off, leaving Ruth’s face glistening with sticky cum and clamped her mouth around her pussy. She must have enjoyed the taste of my fresh cream in Ruth’s hole because she licked and sucked hard, bring Ruth to a shuddering orgasm. Then they both collapsed onto the bed next to me, breathing hard, but giggling with joy.

I wondered whether I might actually have died in my sleep, and this was my private heaven!

A week ago today I fucked Carla my coworker, and it was amazing. People always say never screw around with your coworkers because it will be awkward at the office. I say fuck that, there is some hot ass here and after having my first taste last week, I am now making it my goal to try and nail all of these horny sluts. That’s what they are, sluts. Why else do they all dress in skintight pants, shirts that show full cleavage, pants that show thong underwear whenever they bend down or lean forward. These chicks want cock, whether they’re married, have kids, are single, or whatever. They dress like whores, they flirt with me all the time, they make sexual hints, and they give that sexy smile when they catch you staring at their tits or their tight asses. So I would be foolish to keep acting like I’m not interested or that they’re off limits, because I in fact am very interested, and there are no limits. My point was proven tonight, thank you very much Tia!

Tia works in my department, on the other side of my wall. I could hear her but not see her, which is a shame considering what she looks like. The hottest of several Latina girls recently hired, Tia is about 5’3”, slim figure but with very ample tits for her small frame. In fact, her tits looked huge today, I’m not sure if it was the bra or what, but every time I saw her, her cleavage was prominent. Anyway, she has long brown hair flowing down to her perfect ass. Her ass makes every guy in the office stop and turn when she goes by, and not just for an innocent glimpse. They stare until she is out of sight. Nobody can believe how tight and shapely her gorgeous ass is. My dick is sticking straight up just writing about that butt. Tia has a slight hint of accent in her voice, making her that much sexier, and we spend most of the day chatting over the wall, usually playful, flirtatious banter that has me hard as a rock under my desk all day.

Whenever one of us goes around to the other’s desk, I am unable to control my little guy, and I get noticeably hard and painfully uncomfortable the whole time. There’s no way around it; if she’s facing me, I look at her tits jiggling around in her blouse, and if she’s turned around walking away I am treated to the work of art she calls an ass. Today was particularly painful, and I’ll explain why.

Tia came around to my desk in the morning to mecidiyeköy escort say hi and she wore a tight black top, which showed deep cleavage, and skin tight white pants. I could easily see a colored thong underneath the pants, and when she bent over I could see they were dark red. The pants looked like they were spray painted on, and I tried to visualize her sexy body slipping into them that morning. She flopped herself down on my desk, her ass inches from my body. I kid you not, the presence and proximity of that ass was enough to give me a steel pole, without even looking at it. I remained hard as she mumbled some bullshit about her night, praying she would get the fuck out of my area so I could adjust myself. She finally did, and I of course made sure I stared at her ass as she sashayed it away in those white pants. The outline of her red thong didn’t help my situation, and I got up to look for something on my shelf. As I did so, I did not realize that Tia had doubled back to my desk to tell me something she had forgotten to earlier, and as she appeared, I watched her eyes drop right to my bulging dockers. It was impossible to miss as I was almost at full mast from her tight little body. My face turned beet red, and she said nothing, and walked away.

The next few hours we talked about the usual shit, with no mention of what she saw, and as it approached lunch time, we discussed our options. She suggested we go out for lunch, and about three of us agreed to go. As soon as my two coworkers said they’d go, Tia explained that her backseat was a mess, and there was only room for one more. As the two of us were closer friends, we said we would go get food for everyone, and we headed out to Tia’s car. On the walk to her car, I felt the beginnings of a hard on, and thought this can’t be happening right now. We got into her car and she pulled out and headed for the exit but then last second she turned and drove to the very back of the lot, where no cars ever really went. I turned to her and asked what the hell she was doing, as there was no exit over here. Tia then put then car in park and shut the engine.

“We need to talk”, she said.

“About what?” I asked.

“That”, she said and she pointed to my crotch. “I saw it before sticking out of your pants and I’ve noticed nişantaşı escort it other times when I’m around you. What’s the deal?”

I told her the deal was I couldn’t help myself around her incredible body, and the image of her ass is etched in my mind at all times. Well she stared at me for a few seconds and then she told me my cock was on her mind ever since she started noticing how hard I get around her. She said she dresses the way she does for my benefit, cause she wants to keep making me hard, and she goes home at night and fingers herself to orgasm while thinking about my big hard dick. At this point I, of course, was sporting a flagpole in my lap, and Tia reached for it and took it in her small hands through my pants. She rubbed it a few times and then she unzipped my pants and took out my thick tool. It seemed huge in her tiny hands as she stroked it slowly. I asked her if she wanted to suck it, and before I got an answer, I pushed her head down into my lap, forcing her hot mouth over my cock. Her tits pressed through her thin shirt as she sucked me, and my pre cum was oozing out of my head. She sucked away as I fumbled to get her shirt off, before she realized it wasn’t working and she leaned back and slid off her top for me. Her bra encased tits were perfect orbs, aching to be sucked, creamy and tan like the rest of her hot body. She wasted no time undoing the bra and freeing those puppies, taking my hands and placing them on each tit. I massaged them for a minute and then leaned down and blew gently on one nipple, while rubbing the other. I continued to switch off blowing softly and darting my tongue out to her stiffening nipples and this was driving her wild.

By now she was stroking my thick cock while I teased her nipples, and I think she felt I was close to cumming so she stopped and struggled in her seat to get her tight white pants off. When she got them off the thong was next and she sat naked as the day she was born in the front seat of her car. I think my cock kept growing, I had never seen it this long or hard before and then Tia hopped over to my side and sat down on my lap, but not on my cock. We smiled at each other and I grabbed her lithe body and lifted her, moved her over a bit, and dropped her down onto my stiff dick. She was so fucking wet that I could kağıthane escort have been able to slip right into her if she wasn’t so fucking tight. I had to lift her and drop her slowly back down a few times until my head was fully inside her and she started to slide down my shaft. The friction was overwhelming for both of us as we began to fuck in my seat. She gyrated her hips like she was dancing on my cock, and between that and the sounds of her squishy pussy fucking my dick, I couldn’t hold back much longer.

Her tits were bouncing in my face, her car smelled like fresh cunt, I thought I was going to explode and die right there, until she suddenly stopped and my dick slid out of her with a pop. I figured she felt I was close and didn’t want me to cum in her, but then she turned to me and gave me a smile and a strange look.

“Where do you really want to dump that load?” she asked me.

“Um, uh……”

“I see the way you look at my ass, why don’t we try to get you inside of it and pump it full of your hot cum?”

Before I could respond, she propped her little body up with her hands and she felt around for my dick, aiming it right for her treasure. I had a hard time fitting inside that juicy little ass and she kept stopping and trying to let me ease into her a bit at a time. In the meantime my hands were busy playing with her firm tits, cupping them and squeezing her sensitive nipples while she worked on my dick. The sensation was unbearable and just as she had a good amount of my cock stuffed into her tight smooth butt, I felt that feeling coming on. Just as Tia’s ass came in contact with my pubes, I got about five or six good pumps in before exploding inside her. I pumped load after load of hot cum into her ass, and she humped herself back on my cock the more I came in her. I felt another warm liquid all over my legs and I knew she had cum hard as well. She shook in orgasm as her girly cunt cream flowed out and mixed with the cum that was overflowing from Tia’s butt. Finally I started to get slightly soft as my cock drained inside Tia, and I helped her back into her seat, spent. Her smooth pussy was soaked with juices, and her ass was spitting out my hot cum onto her seats. There was no way we would be able to go back inside the office because we reeked of sex and we were covered in our juices from this fantastic fuck session.

Tia had the great idea to call our boss and say we got a flat during lunch and we’d be back later when it was fixed. We then drove to my house which was nearby and showered and changed, but not before I gave her a proper fucking on my bed. We returned to the office later that afternoon, our coworkers never suspecting a thing.

“Oh God!”

I moaned and quickly stopped the rhythmic movements that drove me up and down on Elliott’s cock. After a moment, I raised my body from Elliott’s and crashed to the bed beside him.

“Damn, Van, that was good.”

Van was his nickname for me, short for Savannah. He’d been calling me that since we first met, 6 years ago, in college. As I lay there beside him, uncovered and praying for the air conditioning to come on, I thought about where this little episode would fall on the top ten list.

“Hey Elliott, what do you think about putting this one at number 7?”

He laughed. “Sure. Works for me”

I sighed contentedly and reached for the sheet. The air had come on, and even though southern summers were outrageously hot, I suddenly had goose bumps.

“Remember how we got this silly little top ten list started?” I whispered.

“Sure. You were just getting over that dirt bag David and needed a shoulder to cry on. I just so happened to be the perfect shoulder.”

I giggled. Elliott and I had been friends since our freshman year of college. He used to joke that he was my “dick in the glass case.” You know-in case of emergency, break glass. After I dumped David at the end of our freshman year, we uncovered all sorts of sexual tension. When we came back to school in August, Elliott took it upon himself to take care of me after the appendectomy I’d had only 4 weeks earlier. One thing led to another, and by October, we were madly in love.

I looked over at Elliott. He was lying on his back, eyes closed, hands laced behind his head. It was easy for me to remember why I had fallen so hard for him. He was tall, about 6′ 6″ and built like a linebacker. He wasn’t thin by any stretch of the imagination, but rather was muscular and intimidating. His build suited him for his job as police officer in the small country town where he was from and we lived. His short black hair was beginning to gray, and he claimed it had only started since our marriage 2 years earlier.

I leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose. He opened his hazel eyes and smiled.

“Remember the night of # 10?” he asked.

“I certainly do,” I replied. “We hadn’t been dating very long. We were on our way to go see your mom and dad. I hadn’t met them but 2 or 3 times and wanted to make a good impression.”

Elliott had grown up only 30 minutes from the college we attended. After we started dating, it was nothing out of the ordinary for us to visit his hometown at least 3 times a week. He knew all sorts of paths, empty fields, and good makeout spots from his high school years and he didn’t neglect to show any of them to me.

He reached over and entwined his fingers in my long brown hair. “You know, you were the first brunette I ever dated.”

I rolled my eyes and snorted. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I guess that’s why you were so surprised that night. Didn’t trust brunettes to show you a good time, huh?”

“Boy was I wrong.”

He leaned over to kiss me, lingering a moment to watch my blue eyes. After our lips parted, he drew me close to him and promptly fell asleep. I could hear him snoring softly mecidiyeköy escort and closed my eyes as well, but didn’t fall asleep.

I was still thinking about the night of # 10 on our list. Elliot had driven an older Ford Ranger pickup truck in college. It was small, but suited the two of us well as a means of transportation when were so terribly broke in college. That night, we left the college and were headed to his parents’ house. Elliott and I had made out and felt each other up, but hadn’t really done much more than that. While I wasn’t overly promiscuous in high school, I had given my share of blowjobs and hand jobs. I had dated a guy who was by far the best pussy eater that I’ve ever met, and we experimented like normal teenage couples. However, I had never lost my virginity. I was hoping to save that for “the one”.

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Elliott and I were headed down the dark, straight stretch of road and he was driving. We’d shared some long, heavy kisses before leaving and were both quite worked up. I unhooked my seatbelt and scooted over so I was sitting next to Elliott.

“This thing have cruise?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied. “I’ll still have to switch gears, though.”

“Well, you had better be a good driver, then,” I said as I reached over and began caressing his cock through his jeans.

“Dear God Savannah,” he moaned. “If you keep that up, we’ll never make it to Mom and Dad’s.”

“Is that such as bad thing?” I replied as I continued to massage him and plant kisses along his neck and jaw line. He arched his back slightly and I saw that moment as an opportunity to unbuckle his belt, surprising him.

“What are you doing?”

“Just shut up and enjoy the ride,” I mumbled.

He lifted his pelvis long enough for me to unbutton his jeans and unzip his fly. I moved my hand so that only the thin cotton of his boxers separated me from his cock. I continued my massage, reaching down and tracing my fingers along his balls while I slowly shifted my position so Elliott wouldn’t notice what I was planning next.

I quickly lay down on my side, so that my face was only inches from Elliott’s now pulsing cock. I pulled the waistband of his boxers down, freeing his swollen shaft. He moaned in pleasure, now anticipating what was coming next. This was to be his first blowjob from me, and I intended to make it memorable.

I started by softly licking the underside like it was a melting ice cream cone. One of his hands came off the steering wheel and found a place on the back of my head, pushing my mouth against him. I pulled away.

“No sir. You need both hands to drive. Do that again, and I’ll quit for good.”

He made no reply, but placed his hand back on the steering wheel. I leaned back down and continued my attentions. I placed just the tip of his shaft inside my mouth, sucking softly, trying to gauge what he liked. He breathed deeply and I figured I was doing something right. I reached under his cock, and began fondling his balls as I swirled up and down his shaft nişantaşı escort with my tongue. I knew he was hot and wouldn’t last long, so this had to be good. I took a deep breath and took as much of him into my mouth as I could. Before I knew it, his pubic hairs were tickling my nose.

“Van, that is good. I had no idea…”

I realized that he was close, very close. I moved my mouth up and down his shaft several more times before letting it rest on the tip, sucking softly again. I took my hand from his balls and began to pump his cock while twisting. His hips began to jerk and I suddenly became concerned that we might end up in the ditch before all was said and done. I held on to his cock and figured that we’d have a good time explaining that to the cops who showed up at the scene. Just as soon as that thought passed through my mind, Elliott let out a loud moan.

“Ohhh. Savannah, here it comes.”

I didn’t flinch as hot jets of semen sprayed the back of my throat. After two or three bursts, I sat up and swallowed, still massaging his cock gently with my fingers, trying to get every drop out. I managed to get a trace on my index finger and brought it up to my mouth, slowly licking it off. I thought Elliott’s eyes were going to pop out of his head.

“What is it?” I asked as I smiled seductively.

“I’ve never, um, been with a girl who, um…”

“What, gave you a blowjob?”

“No, I’ve had plenty of blowjobs, but I’ve never known a girl that swallowed or even acted like they enjoyed it.”

“Well, I don’t think that’s something you’ll have to worry about with me.”

Surprisingly, we didn’t end up in the ditch. Elliott reached down and pulled his boxers back into place.

“So, are we still going to your Mom and Dad’s?”

“Yes, but we’re making a detour first.” He looked over and smiled while his hand found the inside of my thigh.

I was wearing a short denim skirt and white tank top that accented the curves on my 5’6″ frame nicely. His fingers began to trace the outline of my pussy through my panties, which were already damp.

“Why don’t you find us a spot?” I moaned.

“I know just the place,” he replied. “Just about 2 more minutes and we’ll be there.”

Sure enough, Elliott was already turning down a bumpy dirt path beside a field. We drove until we reached a pond. Elliott put the truck in park and turned off the ignition. He opened the door and stepped outside to adjust his pants.

“Listen,” he whispered. “Do you hear it?”

The sound of water bubbling up in the pond was audible and peaceful.

“I used to fish here a lot when I was a kid. This is such a beautiful place. I thought you’d like it here.”

At this, Elliot reached into the truck and pulled me to the driver’s side so that my legs were hanging off the seat, out the open door. He put his hands around the back of my head and pulled my mouth to his. His lips and tongue tickled my lips until he gained access to my mouth, pushing his tongue inside. He broke away and pulled my shirt over my head.

“Why don’t you do me a favor kağıthane escort and lose that bra?”

I quickly obliged, reaching behind me and unhooking the two clasps. Elliott grasped the shoulder straps and pulled it off, laying it on the seat behind me. He stood back from me a moment, observing my full breasts before reaching out to touch my nipples. He began to stroke them in circles with his fingers, all while exploring my mouth with his tongue. I began to moan.

He shifted his body and took my left nipple into his mouth.

“Ohhh.”

His hands didn’t neglect the nipple that wasn’t receiving oral attention. He began to twist and pull on my right nipple before he switched. My pussy was so wet I could feel the cool air through the dampness of my panties.

“Do you want me to keep going?” he asked.

I could only reply with a moan. His mouth returned to my breasts, sucking and pulling at my nipples until I thought I would explode.

His hands were quickly between my thighs, pushing them apart and removing my panties. He began to firmly stroke my clit with two fingers.

“Oh God, Elliott! That feels incredible. Please don’t stop.”

He made no sound, but gently pushed me down onto my back and pulled my legs toward the edge of the seat, so that my ass was just on the edge. He knelt down and began to lick my pussy. His tongue swirled over my clit and in and out of my pussy.

“Mmmmm. Oh, yeah.”

He softly began to suck on my clit as his fingers pistoned in and out of my hot cunt. I began to buck my hips and cried, “Elliott, I’m gonna cum!”

Suddenly, he stopped. I moaned in disappointment.

“I was so close. Why’d you stop?”

“Because I want to make sure I properly thank you for that amazing blowjob earlier.”

He began to work his fingers in and out of my pussy again, while leaning down and sucking one nipple and then the other. I chanted “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes” as I got closer and closer to my orgasm.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, Elliott found my G-spot. He stroked it with his fingers, using his other hand to push just above my pubic bone, creating a pressure I found to be unbelievable. He increased the speed of his fingers and before I knew it, everything else faded away.

“OHHH!” I screamed. The release was incredible. I’d had orgasms before, but never like this. I looked down and saw that there was fluid gushing from my pussy. Elliott was grinning, continuing to finger fuck me through the strong contractions of my cunt. After several more seconds, he removed his fingers with an audible slurp.

“What happened?” I moaned.

“I don’t know for sure, but I think you gushed,” Elliott replied.

“What do you mean, gushed?”

“I’ve seen it before. It’s never happened to me, but I’ve seen pictures and some of my high school buddies had girls who could.”

“It was great.” I was at a loss for any more words than that. I had literally seen stars. Elliott helped me get dressed and then he crawled into the cab of the truck with me. We sat cuddled together long enough for me to regain my composure before we headed to his parents’ for dinner and a movie.

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I was getting sleepy and Elliott was still snoring beside me. I gently maneuvered myself so I could get up and use the bathroom. Then I returned to bed, smiling to myself as I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of all the other spots on our list.