Till now:

Feroz now has total control of the F Company’s Mumbai and Goa operations. Illegal gambling, liquor, drugs, extortion, films and real estate everything was now perfectly running. Money wasn’t an issue anymore. Most of his enemies are either dead or sent away or neutralised through negotiations and deals. He has become one of the most influential people in the country. The majority of the female members of the family were already addicted to his dick. That includes his wife Alina, his mother Fatima, Bhabhi Mohseena, his elder sister Kashmira, his niece Farah, stepmother Ameera, half-sisters Zeenat and Zara, and the Khan family’s loyal servant Salma. Of course, there were several others like Adv Devika, Inspector Rani, and ACP Sonia who were willing to offer their pussies or suck his dick at his will. His brother Faizal was still in jail and Feroz had managed everything to keep him there for longer. His father, the original don, Farooq was still hiding away from the Indian Police. He was still in the Maldives. The government of India doesn’t have an extradition treaty with the Maldives. So Farooq was much safer there than in any other country.

Tring…tring…

Feroz was irritated by the phone ring. After a pleasure session for the entire night together, a hot threesome, with his mother Fatima and stepmother Ameera, he was quite exhausted. He needed some rest. But it was already 11.30 AM and the phone was ringing consistently.

“Why are you calling me so early?” Feroz said in an irritated tone.

“Bhai, Dr Weber is waiting for you in the lobby.” Feroz’s office manager Shafi was on the other side of the call.

“What? Who?”

“Dr Kamini Weber. The Managing director of Weber pharmaceuticals.”

“Oh yes! Has she arrived already?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, ask her to wait for me in my office, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” Feroz cut the call and stood up to get dressed.

“Where are you going?” Fatima said in a sleepy tone, “I thought we could have some fun in the morning too. Since Ameera has left in the morning, I would have you all for myself!” She deliberately removed her blanket from her breasts. Perfectly round-shaped firm breasts were very attractive. Dark-coloured nipples were already hard indicating her excitement. Her untied silky hair was messy and looked stunning. At the age of 53, she still looked exceptionally sensuous. Feroz couldn’t avoid an erection.

“Ah! There you go…” Fatima said with laughter, “even he doesn’t want to go.”

“Ammi, no…I think I should go…” Feroz said this with no conviction at all.

“Oh, the business can wait for ten minutes. I need my morning tonic first.” Fatima sat at the edge of the bed and pulled her son towards her. She gently stroked his erect penis.

“I still wonder how big you have grown.” said in an admiring tone. Before he could say anything she had already taken his entire tool in her mouth. She licked and sucked his cock expertly. Her right hand was firmly placed on his penis’ base and its slight movement was doubling his pleasure, while her left hand was gently caressing his balls. It took less than 3 minutes to make him cum. Feroz sprayed his entire load in his mother’s mouth. She gulped it in one go.

“Oh god, that was…amazing…” He said after catching his breath. Fatima smiled and nodded,

“I loved it too beta!” She stood up and kissed her son on the forehead, “Allah hamesha tumhari hifazat karein. (May god protect you always)”

“As long as I’m getting so much love from my mother, I don’t think anyone can harm me,” Feroz said with a smile and kissed her passionately.

“I’ll take your leave now.” He stepped out of his mother’s chambers and went straight to his office in the Khan mansion.

“Good morning Dr Weber,” Feroz entered the room with a pleasant smile, “I’m sorry to keep you waiting.”

“No problem.” Dr Weber said in a plain and cold tone, with an expressionless face.

Dr Kamini Weber, born Kamini Shrivastav, was originally from Delhi. She completed her graduation from the Indian Institute of Chemical Technology in Mumbai, which was known as the top pharmacy school in India. She was awarded a special scholarship to pursue her PhD at the Karolinska Institute in Sweden, where she met Stefan Weber, a visiting professor. They fell in love and got married. Together, they founded Weber Pharmaceuticals, which grew rapidly and became a multinational company with a presence in 140 countries, including India, by the late 2000s.

In 2018, Stefan Weber was found dead in Berlin under mysterious circumstances. His daughter accused her mother Dr Kamini of murder. Despite a thorough investigation by the German police, no evidence was found to support the claim. Dr Kamini continued to run Weber Pharmaceuticals, which remained a successful company. Now, why the Managing Director of a multinational company was interested in meeting a Mafia don in Mumbai?

“Yes, Dr Kamini, what can I do for you?” Feroz asked. She smiled, for the first time since avrupa yakası escort she was here. Dr Kamini had a fair complexion typical of North India. Despite her age, her large forehead had no wrinkles. She had a slender figure and long, silky brown hair with a few grey streaks. Her well-manicured hands and perfect makeup were evidence of her value for appearance. She was wearing smart-looking glasses.

“Mr Khan, I’m here with a business proposal.”

“What kind of a business proposal?”

“An opportunity, for you to make billions of dollars…”

“I already make a lot of money Dr Kamini,” Feroz interrupted.

“Yes,” she said with a grin, “But how about ruling the world?!”

“You know what, I hear a lot of such claims every now and then. So why not just cut the chase and come to the point?!”

“My point is that Mr Khan, You and I, together can rule the world. I have a product and you have the network to use it,” She stood up as she spoke and sat on a chair closer to Feroz, “I have made a drug that will make the world go crazy. We will be controlling people’s minds.”

Feroz laughed.

“Haha… All you are offering is a new drug. We already sell cocaine and LSD and tons of other shit. Let’s start selling your drug too. What’s a big deal? Why so much dramatics?”

“No, you don’t understand. This is no cocaine or LSD or Methamphetamine. It is far far stronger than that.”

“How?” Feroz was a bit irritated now, “Explain it in the next 2 minutes or we are ending our meeting here now.”

“Well, you see, when a person consumes any drug, it flows through blood and affects his body and mind. What’s different with my new drug is that the people around the consumer get affected.”

“How’s that even possible? And if I don’t get high and others get high because I’m consuming a drug, what’s the point?”

“I think, you’ll need a live demo.” Dr Kamini said with a grin.

“What do you mean?”

“Trust me. Bring any man here. And a woman who would never sleep with that man”

Feroz was reluctant. But to be honest, this was getting interesting. He called Salma, his maid and his office manager Shafi. Shafi had several times asked Salma to marry him. But Salma, already so devoted to Feroz and his family, rejected Shafi’s proposal. Since then, there was a kind of cold war between them. So they were a perfect couple for this experiment.

Dr Kamini took out a red pill from her purse and ask Shafi to swallow it. Shafi was confused and hesitant.

“Do as she says,” Feroz ordered. Shafi had no choice but to swallow it. Immediately, Dr Kamini started a stopwatch.

“Mr Khan, you and I need to swallow this to avoid any effect on us,” she had taken out two blue pills. Feroz thought for a bit.

“We don’t have much time left,” Dr Kamini quickly swallowed a blue pill. Feroz followed her and did the same. About a couple of minutes passed and nothing happened.

“Shafi, are you feeling anything?” Feroz asked.

“No, bhai,” Shafi answered.

“Dr Kamini, I think you’re wasting my time,” Feroz said dismissively. But he saw that Dr Kamini was observing not Shafi, but Salma. Feroz looked at Salma and he was stunned. Salma had removed her dupatta and had already untied her thick black hair. She was trying to grab Shafi’s attention. She squeezed her boobs with another hand in her groin. She winked at him and bit her lower lip. Shafi was confused. He had never thought Salma would give him any signals. But here she was making all the moves for him. About a minute later she just stood up from her chair and went straight to Shafi and started kissing his neck and shoulders. Reluctant at first, Shafi slowly got absorbed in her lust. Dr Salma was totally out of control now. She was fully naked by now and was sitting in front of Shafi. She unzipped his jeans, stripped down his underwear and right in front of Dr Kamini and Feroz, she started blowing Shafi. She sucked his hard cock like a hungry woman. Her eyes were full of lust and desire. Shafi held her by her shoulders and pushed her onto a sofa. He started banging her from behind.

“Oh my god…ya Allah!” Salma cried with happiness.

“Keep doing it, my love…” she was moaning loudly, “harder….harder…”

Shafi was a simple man, who loved Salma once and always desired her. And when suddenly today he found her getting fucked by his hard cock, how would he sustain for long? He filled Salma’s vagina with his load.

A bit later, Salma almost passed out with ecstasy. Shafi realised what he was doing right in front of his master.

“Bhai, I’m sorry… I didn’t do it…she jumped on me…you saw it right…I’m innocent,” Shafi was trembling with fear. He knew that Feroz liked Salma and they regularly made love. In the underworld, fucking your mafia boss’ girl is an offence punishable by death.

“Relax Shafi. Now, do one thing. Just take Salma upstairs to her room. Put a blanket on her and go home for today,” Shafi istanbul escort couldn’t believe that his boss wasn’t mad at him.

“You don’t have to worry, Shafi, I’m not going to kill you. Now go and do as I said,” Feroz ordered and Shafi took half-unconscious Salma to her room. The moment they left the room, Feroz lost his temper, he took out his gun,

“Now…What the fuck was that?” he yelled at Dr Kamini and pointed a gun at her, “You come here and intoxicate my people and make them do weird things?”

“Wasn’t it impressive Mr Khan?!” Dr Kamini was very calm and smiling despite a gun being pointed at her.

“You know what’s impressive?” Feroz still angry, “If I pull this trigger, it will blow your brains out. And that scene will be impressive.”

“Huh… That’s an old art…” Dr Kamini said mockingly, “The first guns were fired sometime in the 13th century. That’s hardly impressive today. What you saw here is the real magic, Mr Khan.”

“I want to know what you did to them,” Feroz was still pointing his gun at Dr Kamini.

“Alright. So this is a drug that I have made. I call it Pheromagic. I gave it to Shafi. Now when it went into his system, his body started spreading strong Pheromones.”

“What’s that?”

“You know, when animals mate, they secrete Pheromones to attract their partners. To put it simply, it is a signal for the opposite gender to come and have a good fuck.”

“So you turned them into animals?” Dr Kamini laughed at Feroz’s naive question.

“Not really. Our bodies already have pheromones. But the problem is that our antennas can’t detect them. It’s like radio waves. If you don’t know have a proper receiver you won’t know that they exist. So what this pill does is, it changes the molecular structure of the pheromones to make it possible for a reception for the human bodies,”

“Wow… that’s… that’s amazing…” Feroz was astonished. He already had lowered his gun.

“Yes! Isn’t it?!” Dr Kamini had a spark in her eyes, “So Shafi released those strong, modified pheromones and Salma couldn’t control herself because of it and got attracted towards him. The effect will remain on Salma and Shafi for around 30 more minutes since it was a mild dose.”

“And us? We were…wait…those blue pills…”

“That’s right. Those blue pills are antidotes. They stop any effect of pheromones on you. That’s why we were not affected, otherwise, we would be gangbanging poor Shafi,” Dr Kamini laughed loudly. She was beautiful when she laughed, Feroz thought. Her intelligence and her beauty had already captivated Feroz. He joined her laugh,

“I must say, Dr Kamini, I’m impressed.” Feroz continued, “Now, back to the basic question, what do you want from me?”

“You see, almost all the god-fearing, so-called honest people think that this medicine is an evil creature. So nobody is allowing me to produce this and get it in the market,” She sighed and continued, “My own husband was against me on this matter,” with that last sentence Feroz realized that, clearly, Dr Kamini had murdered her husband.

“No government in the world will allow me to establish my lab and my factory,” Dr Kamini continued as she lit a cigarette. Evidently, she was stressed now by the situation she was in, “My daughter is on the board of directors of Weber Pharma. There are a few others too who want me out. So I can’t make this drug under my own company,” her frustration is visible now, “But you see, Mr Khan, I’m a scientist, and that too a genius one. I have made not a poison but a love potion. I want it out there. I want people to use it and make the most of it. And that’s where you come in,” She finished her monologue and looked at Feroz with hope.

“You want me to invest in establishing the lab and a factory, use my networks to sell it to the rich kids who would do anything to fuck hot chics, right?” Feroz asked.

“Yes. But not just that, imagine how it would change the brothel business and the porn industry?” Dr Kamini was excitedly telling her plans, “Also, I’m trying to make some modifications in the drug to upgrade it. Imagine, what if tomorrow, just with the help of your pheromones, people around you start obeying you, almost to the level of slavery?”

“That’s a scary thought, to be honest.”

“Scary for the other people, Mr Khan. We will always have our antidotes with us. We will rule the world!”

Everything was so overwhelming for Feroz. He knew that this was a jackpot, a gold mine or even better than that, a fucking godly power to control people!

“Alright, Dr Kamini…” Feroz took a cigarette from her hand and took a long drag, “I’ll do it. I’ll help you with this… but…” he stashed the cigarette in an ashtray.

“But?”

“On one condition…”

“And what would that be?”

“I want to experience this myself. I want to see how it feels.”

“You want someone to swallow the pill for you to experience this?”

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“You!” That was an unexpected answer anadolu yakası escort for Dr Kamini. She knew that Feroz had frequently glanced at her boobs and her beautiful body. But this particular condition was unexpected.

“So to put it simply, you want to fuck me?” Dr Kamini said it with an unapproving tone. She clearly hadn’t liked the idea.

“See, Dr Kamini I don’t want you to do anything that you don’t want to do…” Feroz said with a mischievous grin on his face, “That’s why we both will swallow the red pill. Let’s see how it impacts our phermos…or whatever that fuck is and see where things go…”

Surely, this would make Dr Kamini willingly fuck Feroz and vice-versa. This wasn’t a bad option. Anyway, Feroz was her last resort after all these years of her efforts. She looked at Feroz. He was a handsome man with a strong build. She took a couple of minutes to think.

“Okay, Mr Khan, I accept your condition. Let’s do this!” Dr Kamini, a genius scientist was ready to get fucked by the most powerful mafia dons in the country. She took out two red pills from her purse.

“Are you ready for the Pheromagic?!” She offered one to Feroz. He smiled and took one.

“Let’s see which pleasure world we take off to…” He said with a smile and both of them swallowed the pills.

A couple of minutes passed. Feroz and Dr Kamini started feeling something. Their eyes met, filled with lust. He walked towards the door of his office and closed it. She stood up and came close to him. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him passionately. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her hard into his body. She could feel his hard cock against her hip.

After leading him toward the sofa in the office, Dr Kamini slowly undressed him, running her hands over his toned body. He gasped when she ran her hand over his erect tool. She untied her hair and let it fall open. This was the first time he realized how beautiful, long and silky her hair was. They kissed again like a teenage couple, full of passion and enthusiasm. He unbuttoned her formal shirt and skirt. A rich white lingerie made her bosom look very attractive. It took less than half a second for him to unhook the bra, revealing her full breasts. He put his fingers in her panty and swiftly slid it down revealing a gleaming hairless vulva. A string of beautiful pearls hung seductively between her breasts. Feroz was stunned when his eyes fell upon her naked body. Slender, yet with perfect curves. At the age of 50, Dr Kamini’s breasts and ass were tight and perfectly shaped. His lusty eyes made her pussy wet in anticipation.

“Do you want me?” she whispered eagerly.

Feroz looked back into her eyes and trembled. “Oh God yes.”

“How wonderful.” She smiled and glanced toward her feet. “Come show me.”

Like a supplicant in a temple, the young man fell to his knees before her. “You’re gorgeous.” He whispered. “The sexiest woman I’ve ever seen…”

Leaning down, she reached around his head and brought his mouth to her nipple. She moaned huskily as his warm mouth enveloped it. “Yes, that’s it. Touch me. Touch me everywhere.”

Feroz reached around to grab her firm, tight ass with both hands.

“We better not waste any more time,” She pulled his face into her. “Get it all wet and ready for your cock, Mr Khan.”

He didn’t reply, just wrapped his arms around her round ass and pulled her pussy to his mouth. Feroz smiled and closed his eyes as his skilful tongue began licking her full pink pussy lips. She moaned as his tongue slid into her hole.

“Oh yes…you’re so good with it,” She moaned.

Feroz wasted no time, licking and sucking while his hands ran up her legs. Her legs were lean and toned. He kissed the inside of her thighs and made her giggle with little nips and kisses on her outer labia. He pulled back the hood over her clit, pinching it gently with his wet fingers. Her breathing turned into heavy pant when Feroz slipped two fingers into her dripping pussy.

“Oh yes sweetie, that feels so good.” Dr Kamini moaned.

After several wonderful minutes, she reached down and pulled his head away from her. Looking down at his wet shining face, she smiled brightly. “Get up on the sofa, Mr Khan,”

Sliding his hand from her pussy, he stood up and sat on the sofa edge.

She took a moment to take in his lean, firm body before crawling up over him. Moaning softly, she lowered her head to take his cock into her warm and wet mouth. A shudder ran through Feroz’s body, and he moaned. She sucked the pre-cum from his cock and enjoyed the taste, smearing it on her tongue with the head of his cock. Sucking gently, she ran his cock in and out of her mouth smoothly, the head of his cock butting nicely against the back of her throat. She brought up her hand to cup his balls. When his hands slid into her hair and grasped her head, she knew he was getting close. Lifting herself off him, she moved further over his body and straddled his hips. The rapturous look on Feroz’s face made her shiver with delight, as she slid her sopping pussy on top of his cock.

Feroz gasped as he felt the head of his cock slide into her warm wetness. “Oh, Kamini,” he whispered. She rocked her hips, taking his full length inside of her. “Yesss, give me all of it.” She rolled her hips over and over, loving the ecstasy she saw on his face.

My name is Stacy Fahey. I was 26 at the time this encounter took place, divorced about a year, working at a big city law firm. I’d turned into quite the party girl, meeting and sleeping with dozens of men. Most all were married, which made it easier to avoid getting involved. Few made an impression on me, beyond the ability to satisfy sexually. But Joe did.

My car was in the shop, and Joe, the “maintenance director” (i.e. janitor) where I worked offered to give me a ride home. Joe was an older black man, maybe 60, who was always so sweet to me, asking things like, “Do you need anything, Miss Stacy?” or “Let me get that for you, Miss Stacy.” Things like that. I was sure he had a little crush on me.

I was flattered.I knew Joe lived on the complete opposite side of town from the house I rented, a good 90 minutes apart. I told him I would call my sister, but he insisted.. Finally, I gave in. “Only if you let me fix you dinner when we get to my place,” I said. What could it hurt? He was such a nice man.

He shyly agreed. “I don’t want you to go to any trouble, Miss Stacy, but a home-cooked meal would be nice.”

Joe drove an older Cadillac, but it was in terrific condition. As we left work, he opened my door for me. What a gentleman! The drive would take about an hour in traffic, so I started to ask him about himself. We’d never really had a personal conversation. Joe told me that Larissa, his wife of 35 years, had died a couple of years before. He said I reminded him of her in a way, with my fun, happy personality, and the way I carried myself. I took that to mean he liked my ass!

“I live by myself. Pretty much work and home is all anymore. Sometimes I see my daughter and grand kids, but not as often as when Lacey was alive,” he said, adding, “I haven’t dated or kept company with a woman, or anything like that since she passed.”

“I was married for five years,” I shared with him. “As far as dating, now I’m making up for lost time.”

Joe wasn’t a bad looking man, with cafe au lait-colored skin. Not a big man either-only about 5’5″ and 150, with just a little tummy fat. I loved how sweet he always was to me. I’d find little candies on my desk, and cards from a “secret admirer” that I knew came from Joe. Maybe I could do something nice for him in return.

I hiked my dress up a little, so he could get a better look at my muscular thighs. He noticed. He started squirming in the driver’s seat, adjusting his slacks, and I realized he was getting a hard on. I’d never been intimate with a black man before and, in the moment, my curiosity overtook my common sense. I scooted over next to him (it was an older car with a bench seat) and started fondling his crotch gently. He wasn’t expecting that, I’m certain!

“‘Scuse me, Miss Stacy. I can’t seem to help myself. You’re so nice to me…and so pretty too. But you don’t have to do that.”

“Just relax, Joe,” I told him. “I don’t bite…well, not hard anyway.” That got a little chuckle from him and made him less tense.

Joe moaned softly as I rubbed his growing bulge, but he didn’t ask me to stop. I didn’t. I carefully undid his belt and unfastened and unzipped him — maneuvering his pants and shorts to expose his erection. Impressive. Not comically huge, but maybe 6 inches long and thick! And it was hard as a rock–no bend to it at all! I maneuvered his pants and shorts so he was out in the open, and started beykoz escort giving him a hand job.

“Sweet Jesus, Miss Stacy!” he exclaimed. “I can’t believe y’all are doin’ that to me! I’ve dreamed about this!”

“Really? Well, have you dreamed about this, Joe?” I teased, as I proceeded to put my head in his lap, and his cock in my mouth. As he continued moaning, I reminded him to drive carefully. “Maybe, if you see a safe place, you should pull over.”

He pulled off the busy street into a strip mall parking lot. It was getting dark now, so nobody could really see what was happening in the Caddy.

I went from slowly teasing and licking his cock head to sucking him more fervently, my head moving rapidly up and down. He had his hand in my hair, and was applying a little pressure to the back of my head, while carefully pushing his cock into my mouth, matching my momentum as I blew him. It didn’t take long. He exploded like a dam bursting! I couldn’t swallow his load fast enough to keep some of it from trickling past my lips! I kept him in my mouth, making sure I got every drop I could, until he went soft enough that I could tuck it back in.

Joe was practically in tears. “Oh, Miss Stacy, thank you! I can’t believe you did that!

You are so fine! I love you, girl!” he blurted out.

“That’s so sweet of you to say, Joe.”

I guess I should have anticipated that. And I still owed him dinner!

***

When we got to my house, Joe asked me, “Sure you want me to come inside, Miss Stacy? What will your neighbors think about an old black man going in your house with you?”

“Nobody pays any attention to each other around here, Joe. Besides, it’s dark now. Nobody will even see us.”

As we reached the porch and I bent slightly to unlock the door, I felt Joe put his hand on my ass, and squeezed gently.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying you sure have a righteous booty, Miss Stacy,” Joe offered. “I don’t mean to insult you, but I’m a fan.”

I pretended to blush. “Thank you, Joe. Keep that up and maybe you’ll get a chance to examine it further, ” I winked as we went inside.

“Good lord! I don’t mean to be so forward, Miss Stacy,” Joe said. “But you are so foxy, I can’t believe I’m here with you. I know you’re way out of my league. I’m just an old man.”

I took that as a cue to ask him, “If you don’t mind, how old are you, Joe? About 60?”

Joe laughed. “Miss Stacy, I’m 71 on my next birthday.”

I was shocked. I had no idea he was that old. What was I doing? Old enough to be my grandfather, which truthfully was sort of a turn on! First black man, first grandpa!

“Wow, Joe! You sure have a lot of…life…for a 71 year old man,” I said, referring to our session in his car. I didn’t think men that old could still get it up and that hard, let alone cum like Joe had.

He laughed. “Still only 70, Miss Stacy. We’ll see how much life I have next birthday.”

I had a roast with potatoes that had been in the slow cooker since I left for work, so I whipped up a salad, and we sat down to eat. Joe tried to mind his manners, but it was obvious he didn’t eat this well normally.

He made fun of his cooking skills. “If it comes out of can, or a cereal box, I can manage it. Sometimes, not regular though, I might go to a diner. I hope I’m not makin’ a pig of myself.”

“Not kurtköy escort at all, Joe,” I assured him. “Just slow down a little. I won’t try and take it away from you. And save some room for chocolate cake.”

“No dessert for me, Miss Stacy. I’m pre-diabetic. Gotta be extra careful.”

I asked Joe if he wanted a drink, but he told me that was off-limits as well. After dinner, I questioned him more about his past. He told me he’d been in the army for four years, After he was discharged, he married Larissa, “Lacey” he called her, then had worked construction as a younger man. He went on to work 20 years as an auto mechanic at a big local dealership. He came to where we now work when he retired from the dealership.

We were sitting on the couch with the R&B station that he’d had on in the car playing on my stereo. Al Green’s version of “How Can You Mend a Broken Heart” came on. I stood up and taking his hand said, “Come dance with me, Joe.”

He held me close as we swayed to the music. I felt his loins coming to life again. Wow! I wasn’t expecting that so soon!

I led Joe to my bedroom, and, turning around, asked him to unzip me. I was wearing a green velour, VERY form-fitting, one piece jumper. Underneath it, I was wearing nothing. I seldom did. It always made me feel sexier.

Letting the dress fall to the floor, I felt Joe reach around and take my tits in his hands. Gently, he rubbed and pinched the nipples till they were taut and erect, and he kneaded the fleshiness of my breasts. They weren’t the biggest boobs on the block, but they were a nice handful, and still pretty firm. He started nibbling on my neck and rotating his groin against my ass. I felt his boner returning. And him 70 years old!

I turned around and undid his pants for the second time in two hours. After he sat on the bed and took off his shoes and socks, he slid out of pants and boxers, then let me unbutton and remove his shirt. For his age, he looked really good naked–especially with that missile between his legs!

“I’m sorry, Miss Stacy, but I don’t have a rubber,” he said sadly. “I don’t have any kind of sex disease, but I don’t want to give you a baby either. Even at my age, that’s still possible.”

“Not for me Joe,” I assured him. “After I got divorced, I had my tubes tied to make sure that never happened again. We’re safe.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Joe said, “because I sure do want to ball you, young woman.” What an unusual expression. I’d heard it, but not in years.

We lay on the bed, kissing and fondling each other like two explorers discovering new lands. he seemed particularly interesting in squeezing my ass. It was intoxicating! While kissing my right breast, he started stroking my pussy and putting pressure on my clit. Oh my God, I had an orgasm right then!

He proceeded to kiss and lick his way down my stomach until he had his face in my pubic hair. He stopped and inhaled deeply, “Paradise,” I heard him say as if to himself. Then he got to work.

It was the most intense oral sex I’d ever received. Maybe because he wasn’t in a hurry like so many younger men. He found every sweet spot I had, and after countless orgasms, he took me to the big one. I screamed out as I neared climax, “I’m going to come all over your face, Joe!” And I did just that! I’d never felt anything like it!

“Uncle,” şerifali escort I pleaded, laughing. “I can’t take any more! Come fuck me now, Joe. And fuck me hard! Make me come again on your big black dick!”

Joe let me guide his velvety hardness into my swampy snatch, and did as he was ordered. I came over and over! Then, he slowed down, and getting up on his knees, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and went even deeper. I saw stars! He sure knew how to use the gift the good Lord had given him!

“Girl, you have the sweetest pussy,” Joe said softly. “So warm and wet. A man could get lost in here.”

With that, I gushed wetter!

After about 10 minutes of this, and with Joe still not seeming like he was close to an orgasm, I asked him, “Would you like me to turn over, Joe, so you can fuck me from behind?”

“I surely would, Miss Stacy. Your big, beautiful, white ass is what I imagine when I go to sleep at night.”

I rolled over and stuck my butt up in the air. He surprised me by starting to masturbate and spank my cheeks with his cock. He then slid it in me and proceeded to pump ferociously. My ass made a sharp slapping sound each time he slammed back into me. Fuck, it must be true–the older the violin, the sweeter the music!

Still not able to come, he slid out of me and started kissing my ass while jacking himself off. He found my anus, which I like to call my “moon blossom”, and began to plunder it with his long tongue, pounding his meat faster with each passing moment. He started to grunt, and breathing harder, got back up and, inserting just the head of his cock into my asshole, he unleashed another torrent of semen. Not as much as he deposited in my mouth when I blew him earlier, but not anything like I figured he could conjure up so soon after–or even the same week! This man was a stud!

We lay quietly for some time trying to recover with me nestled in his arm, my head on his chest. We said nothing until I broke the silence with, “Joe, that was the most incredible sex I’ve ever had. How do you do that?”

He thought for a moment. “Well, Miss Stacy, I don’t rightly know where that came from. I’ve never done anything quite like it before. I won’t lie. I’ve jerked off plenty thinking ’bout making love to you. Maybe, after all that practice, I just happened on it naturally.” That made us both laugh!

Joe paused, took a deep breath, and continued. “But I don’t want you thinkin’ that I expect anything more to come from it. You’re a young, lively girl, and you’ve given me everything I could ever hope to get from you on this night. You’ve been my fantasy these past months, and now that it got real, I won’t be an old pest to you. You need to be with young men your own age, until you meet the one you’re meant to grow old with.”

That was the most I ever heard Joe say at one time, and I loved him for saying it. I kissed him deeply and said, “I will never forget this night, Joe, and I certainly won’t forget you.”

***

Things went on like before at work. Joe was still sweet to me, never asking or expecting anything in return. I went back to my party girl ways, but did get together with Joe one more time, at my insistence. He seemed tired though, and the lovemaking was pretty uninspired, at least by comparison. He didn’t have anywhere close to the energy he had displayed the first time. Despite that, he made me feel cherished, but I was worried about him.

Then one day soon after, without calling in, Joe didn’t come to work. After hearing nothing for a few days, we were notified that his daughter had found him dead in his little house. He’d died of an apparent heart attack. Details were sketchy, but e were told he looked peaceful. He had a smile on his face.

Once Eva and Drew were back upstairs at the frat house, they smiled at each other and went in different directions. It seemed a bit late to act coy–they had just fucked right out in the open–but Eva was hoping that no one at the party had seen or even noticed that they had gone downstairs together.

Eva went to the bathroom to try to clean herself up. Her panties were soaked with both her own and Drew’s cum, but she did what she could. It was too early to go home for the night, so she got herself another drink and started to mingle, hoping she didn’t smell too obviously of sex.

A couple drinks later, Eva was drunk and getting tired. It was time to head home. She went to find her roommates to let them know. She found Hannah first. “Hey! I think I’m gonna head out. Are you staying with your boyfriend tonight?”

“Yeah, I think I’ll probably spend the weekend here. Ashley is over there.” Hannah pointed across the room.

Eva saw Ashley making out with one of the frat brothers, his hand up her shirt. She smiled, “I guess she’ll probably be spending the night, too.”

Hannah laughed, “It looks like it.” She paused and then asked, “Hey, did I see you go into the basement with Drew? You were down there awhile. What’s going on there?”

Eva blushed. Leave it to Hannah to notice what happened. “I’ll tell you about it later.”

Hannah gave her a knowing smile, “I’m gonna hold you to that. You okay to get home?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Have a great weekend!”

Eva started walking toward the door when she spotted Drew and figured she should say goodbye to him, too. He smiled at her as she walked over. “Hey. I’m heading out.”

Drew looked around and noticed neither of her roommates were with her. “Alone?”

“Yeah, it’s not far. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m not going to let you walk home alone.” Drew took the last swig of his beer, put his hand on Eva’s lower back, and started walking them toward the door.

The walk to Eva’s apartment was fun. They were both clearly drunk, laughing and flirting the whole way. Drew’s hand found its way to her ass more than once.

When they got to her place, Drew stood behind Eva as she unlocked her door. She opened the door and started to say, “Thanks, again, for walking me–” but as she was speaking Drew grabbed her waist with both hands and pulled her back into him. She could feel his cock, hard and pressing against her ass. “Already?” Eva was shocked–he had just cum in her only a couple hours ago.

Drew leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Your body drives me crazy.” One of his hands slid up over her breasts.

Eva turned her head and started kissing him, her tongue sliding in his mouth as his hand moved even higher, softly clasping around her neck. God that turned her on. She felt her panties, still wet from earlier, getting even wetter.

They made out in her doorway, then she pulled away, grabbed his hand, and led him back to her room, closing the door behind them.

They started kissing again while Drew undressed her, pulling off her shirt and unclasping her bra, letting it tuzla escort fall to the floor, then sliding her skirt down, taking her panties with it. Standing naked in front of Drew reminded Eva of their first time together. His hands were all over her body. She was so turned on.

Drew pulled his shirt over his head as Eva unbuttoned his pants. He kicked them off then laid back on the bed, pulling her on top of him.

Eva straddled him. She was so wet that his cock slid right up into her. She rode him until they both came again.

The next morning, Eva woke when she heard Drew say, “Shit.” She opened her eyes and saw him looking at his phone. He heard her move and turned to look at her, smiling as his eyes moved down her naked body. “It’s later than I thought. I have to get going.” He leaned in and kissed her, his hand sliding over her breast.

Then he stopped himself, pulling his head away from hers, but his fingers were still sliding over her nipple, clearly not wanting to stop. “Ugh, I have to go,” he repeated while his eyes remained focused on her body. Then he grabbed her breast and brought his mouth to her nipple, sucking hard.

Eva laughed and playfully pushed him away from her. “If you have to go, you better stop now or you’ll never leave.”

Drew smiled and ran his fingers over her breast one more time, “Okay, you’re right.” He stood up and got dressed. Eva watched, admiring his body. “I’ll see you again soon, I’m sure.” He kissed her one more time and then left.

Eva could hardly wrap her head around the events of the last 12 hours. Her head was spinning–both from being hungover and from everything she had done with Drew.

She spent the rest of her Saturday lounging and napping. Then her phone rang. It was Chris–she had almost forgotten about Chris. “Hey baby,” Eva answered the phone and talked to her boyfriend, feeling guilty as he told her about his visit home.

Eva realized that she couldn’t keep doing this to Chris. She either needed to stop hooking up with Drew or end it with Chris. She decided that the next time she saw Drew, she would tell him they couldn’t hook up again–at least not until she figured out what she wanted to do about Chris.

On Sunday, Eva realized that some of her library books were due, but she had left the books at Chris and Drew’s apartment. She didn’t realize she’d have to see Drew again so soon, but there was no point in delaying the conversation. Plus, it was probably best to talk to Drew when Chris was out of town.

So, Eva got dressed–putting on a light blue bra and thong, a loose button-down shirt, and a pair of cut-off shorts–and walked to Chris and Drew’s apartment. She decided not to text Drew first–she didn’t want him to think she was coming over for any other reason than the books.

Drew answered the door wearing only gym shorts. He was clearly surprised to see her. “Eva, what’s up?” He smiled at her, his smile making her second guess her decision to cut things off.

But Eva wanted to stick to her plan. “I just göztepe escort need to get books out of Chris’ room.” As Drew let her in, she added, “I also wanted to talk to you.”

“Yeah? About what?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking–” but before she could say anything else, her phone rang. She looked, and it was Chris. “I’m sorry, give me a minute,” she said to Drew before she answered the phone. “Hey babe, what’s up?”

She leaned back against the kitchen counter as Chris started talking about a project that he was helping his dad with. Eva wanted to stop him and tell him she would call him back, but she couldn’t get a word in edgewise.

Meanwhile, she noticed that Drew started walking toward her. He had a look in his eyes that she had come to know well–he wanted her. Before she could move out of his way, he was right in front of her, trapping her against the counter. He reached out his hands and started unbuttoning her shirt.

Eva couldn’t believe what he was doing. She was on the phone with Chris! With each button, her heart beat faster. She wanted to stop him, but she didn’t know how without interrupting Chris. And she definitely did not want Chris to have any clue as to what was happening.

When her shirt was completely unbuttoned, Drew pulled it open and pulled down one of her bra cups, exposing her breast. He leaned over, bringing his mouth to it.

Eva was struggling to keep her focus on her conversation with Chris. Thank goodness he was talking so much that all she had to do was throw in a quick comment here and there.

Drew pulled down the other half of her bra, exposing both of her breasts to him. He moved his mouth to the other side as his hand massaged the one he had just taken care of. His mouth felt so good that Eva was starting to forget that she wanted to put an end to this. At one point, he bit down lightly on her nipple. Eva couldn’t help but let out a quiet “Oh!” Drew stopped and looked up at her.

Chris paused his story, “You okay, babe?”

Eva, looking into Drew’s eyes, replied, “Yes, just stubbed my toe.”

Drew smiled at that comment, then he stood up. Eva was relieved–maybe he would stop now.

She was quickly proven wrong. Drew reached down and unbuttoned her shorts, sliding them down. Without really thinking, Eva stepped out of them.

“Wow babe, that’s great,” she said to Chris as Drew grabbed her hips and turned her to face away from him, leaning her over the counter.

“Oh God,” Eva thought, “I need to get off this phone.” Eva felt Drew’s hands come to her ass, massaging it. He must have gotten on his knees because she felt his lips on her ass as his hands started spreading her cheeks. Then she felt him sliding off her thong. Finally, she felt his tongue on her pussy.

At this point, she was working hard to control her breathing. Chris was still in the middle of his story when she felt Drew’s fingers move inside her as his tongue continued to lick. It took everything she had not to moan.

Eva finally felt Drew’s tongue bostancı escort stop as his fingers slid out of her. She was simultaneously disappointed and relieved.

She could tell Chris’ story was coming to an end when she felt Drew’s hands grab her waist, pulling her ass back toward him. Oh no, she knew what was coming even before she felt Drew’s cock move between her legs.

Thank goodness Chris had finally finished his story. “That’s awesome, babe. Hey, I wanted to get to the library before it closes. Can I give you a call back later?” Eva could only hope her voice sounded normal as she felt Drew’s cock slide up into her. She couldn’t believe what they were doing. She was getting stripped and fucked by her boyfriend’s roommate, in his apartment, while she was on the phone with him. She felt like such a slut. But at the moment, that was only turning her on more.

As she felt Drew start to thrust harder, she desperately wanted to get off the phone–so she wouldn’t get caught, of course, but more so that she could focus on what Drew was doing to her.

Chris replied, “Sure, babe. No problem. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay, later baby.” Eva hit the end button as fast as she could. She let out a loud moan and leaned further over the counter, feeling Drew’s cock thrust even deeper.

Then she turned her head to look at Drew. “I can’t believe you did that,” she said between breaths.

He was smiling at her as he pumped his cock in and out of her. “I couldn’t wait.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face toward his, her back arching as he kissed her.

Drew finally let go of her hair then wrapped one arm around her chest, grabbing her tit and making her stand upright. He momentarily stopped thrusting. “Oh God, Drew,” she moaned as he began sucking on her neck, one hand pulling on her nipple while the other found its way to her pussy, rubbing her clit, his cock firmly in her. He slowly started pumping again, his fingers on her clit moving faster. “Oh, fuck yes,” Eva’s pussy clenched on his cock as she started to cum.

“That’s it, Eva.” Drew waited until she finished then pulled out of her, still rock hard.

Eva turned around to face him and got on her knees. She took his cock in her mouth, tasting herself on it, and started working it, her hand following behind her mouth as she thrust it in and out. After a few minutes, Drew put his hand on the back of her head and held it down as he started thrusting, fucking her mouth.

Then he pulled out, holding his cock in his hands. She held her mouth open for him. He gave it a couple jerks, moaned, and started cumming, some of it spraying into her mouth, some of it spraying on her face and down onto her tits, still pushed up by her bra beneath them.

She swallowed what she could and licked the tip of his cock, getting every last drop. Then she sat down on the kitchen floor, totally out of breath.

“Wow.” Drew sat down beside her, a smile on his face. “That was amazing.”

Eva smiled back as she wiped the cum off her face, “Yeah, it really was.” As she licked the cum off her fingers, she realized her resolve to stop hooking up with Drew was gone, at least for now.

After taking a moment to catch their breaths, Drew asked, “So what did you want to talk to me about?”

Eva pulled her fingers out of her mouth, trying to think of what to say. “You know, I can’t remember anymore.”

If everything happens for a reason, I hope I never know why a single chance encounter in a chat group caused something so conflicting morally and completely mind blowing physically.

I’d never really thought that she’d be a woman who was chatting in this place, and that she was almost all the physical and perverted things I always wanted most of all. Gorgeous face, intelligent, dirty as hell, great tits, nice body, loved to fuck and get fucked just all the same ways I needed to fuck to keep me hooked on her pussy. If I had met her at another time and in another place, I probably would have fallen in love, but when I met her I just loved how she was the ideal married woman that I’d wanted to have secretly and get that thrill of forbidden sex I’d been craving.

Since I definitely was not sober that night, I don’t know details about who messaged who first, or much else other than I couldn’t find it believable and that we hit it off immediately. We kept in touch the next day, and the next and it was naturally beginning to deepen and we were sending messages with an app she would delete when she got home. We talked about everything and obviously sex most often, and I knew within days that this was a woman I could die a happy man if I could fuck her and find out all about her if her words were true. Spoiler Alert: I wouldn’t write this story about it if they weren’t.

About a little over a month goes by and we’ve exchanged pictures that only made our desire increase exponentially, and I was having dreams about her tits all day after seeing the first picture she sent me. As we got closer to the thing we seemed destined to do, we made plans and talked about how much we wanted each other and what we wanted to do when we were finally able to have a chance. She talked so dirty and said that she wanted to feel me raw inside of her and she absolutely would want me to fill her when I was thinking it was a dream that I had someone who wanted me to shoot inside her seemingly as much as I’d wanted to myself. God only knows how many loads I had stroked out alone thinking it was going to happen before the day it became real.

We were careful and vetted each other with enough time and caution to go on further, and we were both dying to find out what it would be like to fuck someone who we were so turned on by and hadn’t even met, until we were face to face on a weekday at a table for a lunch at the restaurant I’d suggested for the fact that there wouldn’t be anyone there who might see us and raise questions. She was exactly as sexy as she looked in photos and being face to face was quickly as effortless from feeling the same natural chemistry that we’d been building and building from day one. She agreed that this was what she’d wanted and she wanted to see me again, but we both had to return to work for the afternoon.

I held her hand out the door and to her car and can’t clearly kartal escort remember how it happened leading up to it, but I’m one hundred percent sure that I am never going to forget that kiss and how our passion and lust broke free with a bomb of pent up tension ready to go off after we lit the fuse then and there. We didn’t make out, obviously, being in a public parking lot and having at least minimum self-control, but just her lips on mine and pressing our bodies together made me have a rock hard cock and aching balls dying to do what is the best feeling I know of finishing up a good fuck and the only absolutely satisfying option.

My mind was buzzing and going wild with trying to process how something like that just happened and I was at least conscious enough to be able to hide my erection that wouldn’t soften until some time after getting back to try and work, which was impossible with what I’d just felt and then I got a message from her and again I had a rock hard dick. She told me that she wanted me and wanted me soon as she could have me with her again, inviting me to join in with her plan to come down to where she worked downtown in a locally iconic tower. Trying to do any work was pointless.

She made the plans and she turned out to be scary with her abilities to scheme something of an alibi or story without fail for everything we ever did and we did a lot more than I should confess to. I dipped out of work early and went downtown, where she was waiting on the street to pick me up and I found out soon that we were parked in the furthest corner on the lowest level of an empty garage below her office tower. We got all over each other as soon as she was putting the little SUV in park and it was a feeling so intense and different I can’t even describe all the nuances and ways it was unreal.

Wasting very little time and with the console between the front seats keeping us away, I said we should get in the back and she said let’s do it. There, lacking the control and decency that stopped us after lunch, she grabbed my bulge and I teased her pulling away, but she got the idea once I pulled down her business casual slacks and kneeling on the floorboard before her, saw her so close to this crazy destiny and it’s all a blur now but I didn’t wait long, I am sure, to start getting my first ever taste of her sexy, hot, wet, succulent, forbidden pussy and if there was a single chance of going back and stopping the sin we started out of thin air, it was gone after I got her off and saw she was going to cum easily on my face.

She was flushed and pulled me up face to face to kiss with electric shock going between our open lips while she pulled my jeans and boxers to my knees and pulled me closer with her hands on my back until I was against her slit. Our eyes locked and an atomic bomb worth of pent up sexual tension ümraniye escort that got us to that point, I positioned myself just after feeling my head slide down her open lips, but she did the rest and pulled me in with her face telling me all I needed to know about how it felt.

Finally, from first not believing she could be real to weeks of discovering this tremendously deep but really dark connection we both knew people would say was horribly wrong, she pulled me in and the last line where we could go back if we stopped was gone instantly, and I went deeper and started to tease her as long as I could. Just a little more before it all pulled back to the tip and denied her more until she didn’t expect it. Finally, I had found out how she sounds when she moans and how being bare in her was like being in sexual heaven. Soon after that night, I found out that she’d never imagined she would feel herself so full of a dick and anything inside as deep and I guess the look I saw on her face the moment I buried and bottomed out inside of her was her eyes going wide from being opened up to being opened in ways she could not think of before she opened her legs for me and pulled me in.

I was seeing a dream come true underneath me in the back of a small SUV and could feel all of myself buried bare in a married woman’s pussy, and it was wild. My girlfriend believed I was at work and she wasn’t necessarily away from work, where her hubby assumed her to be, but all I can say was that knowing I was not supposed to be doing something that was so outlandishly erotic and that what’s most wrong about all of it is that this was some of the best and most remarkable sex I could ever have so far in life and knowing that I was giving a wife what she’d never had from anyone made the trill a thousand times hotter.

But then, I saw her tits and lost my goddamn mind. I’d wanted to see them and watch them on top of me bouncing since I saw the first picture she sent, and after I’d heard her say she was going to cum and felt the first climax of untold to come I knew I was helpless and going to cum like a geyser when I saw her pull off her top and the way it looked like a dream when her almost perfect size and shape DD tits spilled out of her bra when she released the front clasp.

She already felt what was going to happen before I told her partially to make totally sure that she wanted me to cum in her and also because I really love to hear it. I’ll remember her saying it over and over again, “cum in my pussy” always made it so, and I felt her lock me in as my cock swelled up and in milliseconds the whole release of the best feeling I know of in the world from just only a fully natural human instinct and I couldn’t get up to walk for minutes until I came down from my high and we kissed with heavy deep breath while our hips ground together kadıköy escort and her legs locking me there still throbbing and hard a longer than usual time and feeling her where she’d never been fucked, where I found out pretty near instantly she was practically hooked on how I made her cum.

It’s almost tragic that she and I could have such a strong and immediate chemistry and the intimacy we shared in moments truly romantic such as how it was kissing and feeling each other for a long lasting memory where I savored everything about the sensations with her and kissed long after I was going softer still inside of her. But it was natural, and incredible and we both fucking loved how it felt.

But, like it always will my post nut clarity came over me and all the nerves and worries I’d blocked out because I’d been desperate for this fuck in a more powerful way came up and I feared being caught and wondered what we had done. She said she should get back to work and that she needed to see me again as soon as she could.

I had to go to a nearby bar and have a few drinks to process everything that had just happened between having lunch and fucking her before five and I couldn’t tell anyone anything about it, so I just played it back and felt more confused by being able to think sensibly after I’d just had some extremely wild sex and was going to go home to a girlfriend I had dated forever and had known a while I was within a dead relationship, while she knew it too.

Feeling no remorse for fucking someone behind my girlfriends back, obviously our time was limited and I liked it if I felt anything and glad she wasn’t going to stop me enjoying sex anymore. That evening I received a message on the app that said she’d been thinking about it all night and (what I will always find massively erotic) she was at home with her husband and it was turning her on to have to act all normal but still able to feel my cum leaking from her pussy and nobody else knew a thing.

That night I slept in the guest bed where I had been for weeks, and she slept next to her husband who, to this very day, I’ll never know what problems or stupidity he had to not have married a woman like he did, who any man would be so lucky to have do the things she was capable of in bed, and not end up to this point his wife was dreaming about feeling my penis and not wanting anything more than the dirty, nasty, forbidden feeling there she felt from the first time she’d felt so completely satisfied and filled getting fucked and a reminder she didn’t need hubby to fuck her anymore, she would still be wet in the morning waking up with a wet pussy and rub out an orgasm in the shower before cleaning up the last drops of possibly the biggest load of cum I had ever sprayed inside a needing pussy yet.

But the next time I could see her, there was an opportunity to have privacy on a couch at my workplace after hours, and a whole other story I could tell about how I hadn’t seen anything yet and my wildest surprise when she sucked the first inch of my cock into her lips and there was no doubt left that there was nothing that this woman couldn’t do to blow my mind and my head nearly exploded seeing her look up at me blowing me into her throat.

As part of my new job in Crewe, I had been given a six month free rental on a 3 bed semi-detached house. It was too big for me really but it was convenient for work. Which is how I met…

THE NEIGHBOURLY WOMAN (1983 ~ 23)

Being new to the area and working sometimes long hours in my new role, I didn’t have much contact with any of the neighbours. Slowly though, I got to know some of them, either to wave to or at the weekends coming and going. It was Ken, opposite, that I got to know first. He had a BMW 3, in a maroon shade and I let him know how envious I was! He even took me out in it for a quick spin!

One evening after I’d just finished eating, there was a knock on the door. It was Ken, who invited me to the local pub for a few drinks. During our three pints, I learnt that he was a salesman (computers of all things); he spent a lot of time travelling, hence the flash car; he played golf at weekends; worked away in Slough every week or so, including “perks of the job” he said. His wife Maddy was an admin clerk in a local pension fund company and she did a lot of “woman’s stuff”, he said, whatever that was! They were both in their early-mid 30s, no children.

Their house was facing mine, but offset slightly, such that my bedroom window looked directly into their small bedroom and landing. If the landing light was on and the door was open I could see right through to their bathroom. There was the odd night when I saw movement on their landing as I was closing my bedroom curtains.

I’d been there about two months, when early one evening, when Ken was away, I arrived home to notice Maddy’s car tyre was flat. I knocked on their door to tell her and, unsurprisingly, she did the “damsel in distress” thing and asked me to change it! Being a gentleman, I did, but told her to get the tyre repaired the next day. In thanks she invited me in for a drink. I attempted to refuse but she insisted, saying she’d make me something to eat as well, as I’d obviously not eaten yet. Maddy certainly like to drink, finishing off a full bottle and opening another while making some stew thing! In fact I think she definitely drank more than she ate. It certainly loosened her tongue.

After random bits of stuff about herself and Ken, their life and hobbies, she told me she knew that Ken had a “bit on the side” in Slough but it didn’t bother her too much. She knew him too well to know it wasn’t a serious thing. I wasn’t really sure what to say, so said nothing, just mmm’d. She even added that Ken probably wouldn’t flinch much if she bonked someone else! Not too sure where the conversation was going, I hastened to leave.

Later that night, as I went into the bedroom to close the curtains, I could see that Maddy’s front small bedroom door was open and the landing light was on. I could see through to the bathroom and that its light maltepe escort was on too. For whatever reason, I didn’t close the curtain immediately, just looked across. In that hesitation, Maddy came out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. She obviously saw me because she waved, then promptly opened the towel to reveal her naked body. I could see the relative pertness of her boobs and the dark thatch of her pubic hair. Still I stood unmoving, looking at her. She dropped the towel and swept her hands along her body, then turned, still looking back at me, and bent over to wiggle her arse. She turned back to face me, opened her legs a bit then pointed her finger from her boobs to her pubis and then to me. An invite if ever I saw one! She walked forward and closed the bedroom door. I stood there for another few seconds before closing my curtains. I also realised the horn developing in my pants had to have the tension released! Out came good old Cunty!

Over the next weekend, Ken knocked on the door and gave me a video cassette, which he said would be “entertaining”. He also said not to give it back to Maddy! When I played it I knew why. It was a porno video, grainy in places through overuse! I have to say I had to turn my head in some odd directions to follow the action!!

Later in the following week, the night Ken was away again, Maddy knocked on the door. She had a bottle of wine in her hand, which she pushed toward me. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” she asked as she stepped in before I could reply! I’d already eaten and the kitchen was a bit of a tip so I guided her into the living room. I fetched some glasses and poured the wine. She practically inhaled the first glass before mine reached my lips!

After some meandering chat, she asked me, “Did Ken give you a video sometime?”

Somewhat apprehensively, I replied, “He did, I’ve not watched it though.” I said, lying, feeling uncomfortable.

She looked over towards the VCR player, where a number of cassettes were just placed on top. As she got up to walk over to them, she said, “You’ll enjoy it, I think. It’s rather naughty.”

There was no way I could stop her as she rifled through them until she found Ken’s cassette. “This is it. Can I put it on?” Again she was asking as she pushed the tape into the machine! “Turn the tele on then.” she demanded.

Within moments, the TV was showing the porno; a long haired blond woman stroking some guy’s erect penis, then shoving it into her mouth and bobbing away. “Wait till she tells him to fuck her good and hard, that’s when it gets really interesting.” Her wide eyes seemed riveted to the screen, and soon enough the blond was on her back, legs splayed and this guy poking his rod in her twat for all he was worth.

Maddy, her eyes still glued pendik escort to the screen, pushed her glass at me and asked for a fill up. I poured her more wine, which again she quickly drank. I was more fascinated by Maddy than I was the porno, which I had already seen, and her obvious fascination with the video action.

After another gulp of wine, she looked away from the screen to me, “Ken doesn’t know I watch these when he’s away. I find they get me all hot and randy. You know what I mean? You must get turned on by these too.”

Uncomfortable again for some reason, I mumbled, “Uh hu”

“Wait a minute,” she said, looking back to the TV, “this is my favourite bit, this is what I like.”

I looked at the screen to see the man turn the blond around, lift her arse end up and doggy fuck her, with a loud slapping sound as he pummelled her cunt and the blond shouting all sorts – “fuck me hard… so big, I’m gonna split… fill me with your hot cum” and so on. Keeping her eyes on the screen, she waited then said, “he cums in a minute.” Sure enough, he pulled out his cock as it spurted spunk over her arse.

“What’s good though, is he’s still as stiff as a brush, so goes again. Watch.” Maddy said, eyes still glued to the screen.

I couldn’t help it but I could feel my own erection starting, maybe less so at the video action but more at Maddy’s obvious excitement and reaction. As sometimes happens when my erection grows in my underwear, it’s just a little uncomfortable and needs adjusting. I thought I was out of Maddy’s eyeline as I gently tweaked my rising rod. She seemed to sense it because she turned away from the screen to look at my bulging trouser line.

“Uncomfortable. Getting horny eh!” she said, smiling. “How about I give you a hand to ease that?”

Quickly her hand was hovering over my continuing erection. I had no time to say anything before her hand landed and slowly rubbed my rising rod up and down.

“Mmm,” she fairly purred, “this needs a bit of serious attention!”

Dropping in between my legs, she undid my belt. I was thinking “What the hell” by now. The belt opened then the flies were down and her hand was inside my boxers, pulling on my penis eagerly. Quick as a flash, she let go and moved her hands to my side and started pulling my pants and underwear down. I felt really horny by now, and thought again, “What the hell” so lifted my bum up to help her ease them down. As they hit the floor, Maddy stood up and just lifted her dress up, over her head and off. She had no bra on and her breasts hung tight in the air as I kicked my pants away.

She dropped back down to grab my now fully erect penis, “God that’s a whopper,” she said now rubbing its full length. A moment later, her mouth enclosed the head of my engorged penis and ataşehir escort she started bobbing her head up and down on it.

Super horny now, there was no way I was cuming in her mouth. I lifted her head off my horn and stood up, pulling Maddy up then gently laying her down on her back on the settee. I pulled off her knickers to reveal her pubis and vaginal labia waiting for me. I lunged my bulging horn forward, entering her wet, slippery cunt hole easily.

“Oh fuck” she said, “fuck,fuck, fuck.”

And fuck I did, deep and hard, fast and furious, her tits wobbling with each thrust. Maddy was a talker during sex and a dirty one at that.

“Fuck me hard…”

“Stick it up deep inside me…”

“Fill my cunt with cum…”

“Harder… Faster…”

“Fuck that’s big…”

“I’m cuming, pump me pump me…”

“Oh! Fuuccckkk” and the like.

She lifted her legs up and opened them further apart as I relentlessly poked her cunt. I tickled her clit just above where my cock was ramming. It seemed to do the job. Her eyes widened and her face grimaced in that look of ecstasy,

“Fuck… I’m cuming… cuming… oh fuck” as her legs shuddered in harmony with her orgasm.

I continued fucking her cunt and tickling her clit. Again and again she came. Finally it was my turn.

“Open wide Maddy, I’m cuming now.”

“Fucking fill me. Fill me deep” she urged.

I really didn’t need any urging, so as the tingle began I thrust hard and deep, impaling myself inside her as I pulsed my sticky creamy load into her.

“Oh fuck that was good,” she said.

My prick was still encased in her vagina. I was still horny and hard so I pulled out, my penis bouncing up against my belly. Holding her hand, I pulled her up then spun her round pushing her head down onto the settee and getting her on bended knees, her bum towards my horn.

“You’ll like this” I said spreading her legs wider.

She cooed “Oh you naughty boy!”

Looking down on her arse, I pointed my penis at her cunt lips and slid inside her. Placing my hands on the side of arse cheeks I slammed in deep.

“Fuck. Yes.” she said.

I cycled my engorged prick in and out, my groin flesh slapping her arse with each thrust. Faster I humped as Maddy grunted and kept shouting “fuck”. A good five minutes later, with one final deep thrust that pushed Maddy’s face into the back of the sofa, I shot my second load of spunk into her love tunnel.

Most Thursday nights, when Ken was away, we fucked. And she was always very vocal throughout. Sometimes hers, sometimes mine. She liked to be fucked hard and fast, almost dominated. And seeing as she liked doggy fucks so much, I made sure there was always plenty of them. I wasn’t at all selfish!

I moved from there after a couple more months, just before the free rent period expired. The work became more intense and I gained a lot more technical expertise.

I spent just over 2 years in Crewe, which included getting involved in a technical User Group, meeting with other companies using the same system as ours. That was how I got to find out about my next job in Salford. And how I met…

The Fit Woman

It’s been quite some time since I wrote about this group, but I hope You enjoy Liz

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Andy woke up in a haze, trying to figure out where she was. It all came back to her quickly as she looked over and saw Eliza and Jack asleep, naked beside her. The sun was beaming in through the curtains, but it couldn’t be past 7 or 8 a.m. as there seemed to be a haze of fog still surrounding the mountain house. Eliza was in the middle of the bed, sleeping on her side, and Jack was on his back with one leg out of the covers and looking like he had fallen asleep with a smirk on his face.

‘What a wild night,’ she thought as she slipped quietly out of bed. She pulled on a XL sleep shirt that was in her suitcase and sneaked into the hallway. She stopped to pee before heading into the kitchen to grab some cups of water. She had looked forward to the possibility of fooling around with Jack before coming on the trip, and Eliza was a bonus – a great bonus. If she was honest with herself, she still wanted to fuck him, though. Being underneath Eliza as Jack moved in and out of her from behind was amazing to watch, but she couldn’t help but imagine herself in Eliza’s position.

As she slipped back into her room with the water she thought that the weekend had just begun…

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I felt the covers moving a little and looked over and saw Andy slipping off a big shirt and climbing back in bed. She winked at me and whispered, “Good morning- there is some water and Advil on your table.”

“You are the best,” I whispered back.

I carefully sat up, so as not to disturb Eliza, who seemed to still be sleeping and gulped down the hangover remedy. As my surroundings were coming into more focus I thought back to last night – and what an amazing night it was. I had thought Eliza and I would find some time to fool around, but really wasn’t sure about Andy. She was my boss – and currently in bed with me (and another employee) completely naked. My thoughts snapped back to the present. I gazed over, setting my cup back down, and saw Andy eyeing me as she snuggled back up to Eliza – being the big spoon as Eliza slept, her breasts pressed against Eliza’s bare, tattoo-covered back.

“I heard from someone that masterbation helps hangovers,” she whispered over Eliza.

Andy had texted me about 6 months ago asking for a hangover cure, and I had texted back (against my better judgement – I was still half asleep) ::Coffee, Shower, and Jerking off:: She told me she might be late that morning.

I laughed. “Where’s the coffee, then?” I asked.

“It’s brewing in the kitchen,” she smiled back.

Eliza stirred. “Masterbation first, then coffee,” she cooed, groggily, turning away from me to face Andy. Without opening her eyes she arched her neck so her mouth would meet Andy’s and slowly started kissing her. Andy kissed back passionately, moving her hands behind Eliza’s head to run her fingers through her hair.

“Wait, I have to pee,” Eliza said, pulling away suddenly, “No one move.”

She threw off the covers and jokingly rolled over Andy and headed to the bathroom connected to the room; still naked as when she fell asleep.

“I have to too,” I said, heading to the sliding door that led to the outside. Hoping no one was outside, I slid the door open and I stepped out to relieve myself.

Back inside Eliza was crawling back in bed as Andy handed her a cup of water. Eliza sipped it quickly, handed the cup back to Andy and got a big grin on her face.

“What’s that look for?”

She revealed an ice cube that she got from the cup in between her lips, slid it back in and grinned again.

“Can I?” She asked Andy. “I read about it in some dumb magazine.”

“I don’t know what you want to do, but whatever it is, yes,” replied Andy.

Eliza lowered her lips to Andy’s chest and took one of her light brown nipples into her mouth. Andy squealed at her touch from the cold ice cube but held Eliza’s head close so that she wouldn’t pull back. After a few seconds, Eliza switched and gave her other nipple some attention. The first one had hardened from the ice and Andy was clearly enjoying the sensation as moans were escaping her lips. She fell back on the bed, mahmutbey escort pulling Eliza with her.

Eliza straddled Andy’s waste, and again took her breast into her mouth massaging the other with her hand. She looked at me and motioned me closer.

“Sit up here.”

I moved so my hardening member was within her reach. Still straddling Andy, She lowered her head and took me into her mouth. The initial shock subsided and her hot and cold mouth on my dick was actually a really nice feeling.

After a couple of minutes, and much to my chagrin, Eliza pulled herself off of my dick and focused her attention back to Andy; kissing her neck and ears and fondling her breasts.

After a moment of taking in the scene, I positioned myself between Andy’s legs and started kissing her inner thighs. She had gone down on me last night, and I wanted to return the favor. As I worked my way up to her mound her hands reached around Eliza’s legs to draw me closer. Eliza peered between their bodies and smiled at me. As I looked up and caught her eye. Her position was such that I was also inches from her sex.

I kissed Andy’s labia and flicked my tounge at the top of her slit. She arched towards my mouth urging me on. I explored her lips with my tongue, licking up and down, but mostly focusing on her clit. As I found a slow, steady rhythm, I breathed in her sweet smell and breathed out with an added moan. The slight vibration must have struck a note with Andy because I could sense her excitement growing. My pace increased slightly and I added a bit of pressure as my tongue did a dance between her clit and her lips.

Without stopping, my hand found Eliza and my fingers explored her wet lips. I wasn’t in much of a position to please her, but I could tell the attention was appreciated. She lowered her hips some pressing me closer into the warmth and wetness of Andy. My tongue rolling over Andy’s clit found it’s pace again. My occasional moans fueled by my own arousal were adding to the steady rhythm of my tounge and bringing Andy closer to climax. Her moans were soft but urgent, begging me to make her come. She breathed in hard and her legs pressed me tight as she climaxed. A few more deep breaths in and a few more soft moans before she gently nudged my head up, bringing me from her receding orgasm.

Andy curled up. “I need a minute.”

“Do you need a minute too?” Eliza asked.

“I do not.”

Eliza started kissing me while stroking my shaft up and down.

“I don’t really feel like oral anymore this morning,” she said.

“That’s cool.”

“Can I jerk you off instead?”

Eliza finished me in no-time, as I was so turned on from the morning activities…

“I’m starving,” I said after a while. “Y’all want me to fix something?”

“I think one of the hostesses is making a big breakfast,” Eliza mentioned. “But you go on up, I’m gonna take a shower down here if it’s Ok with Andy.”

“Sure! I want to hop in for a second as well.”

Both the girls laughed and I rolled my eyes as I slipped on some shorts and headed up the stairs. Eliza was right, there was a feast being made as folks started rolling their way into the kitchen, at various levels of tiredness. Coffee was continuously being made and I helped myself to a cup and headed out to the balcony to check out the view.

Cam followed me out. “Mornin,” he said, taking a sip from his own coffee. “You have a good night? Jackie said she bumped into you last night after we went to bed.”

“I did, and yeah, we bumped into each other last night,” I said thinking back to how Jackie was naked getting her and Cam some bottles of water. “Did you?”

“Wipe that grin off your face. And yeah, we had fun. Maybe I won’t have an only-older-women rule moving forward. Let’s just leave it at that, and I won’t ask why you slept downstairs instead of up in our room.”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

“Where is the hike today?”

“So it’s pretty cool – the head of the trail is only a short walk from the house and a trail leads you East. About a half mile in, you can go up the mountain for some views at the top of a waterfall, or down toward the base and see it from below. It’s a huge fall, and both views are awesome. You can also swim at a little pool at the top or at the sultangazi escort bottom. You can even go behind the falls a little if the water flow is right.”

“That sounds great. Are a bunch of people going?” I asked.

“I think a few. I know some of the staff are looking to just relax and play games around the house. We’ll see. Either way, we leave in about an hour or so.”

The girls had finished showering and were sitting down at the table, where a wonderful spread of home-made sausages, omelets, and fruit was being laid out. After everyone got their fill and had seconds and thirds of coffee, a few of us went to change for the hike. I put on some shorts and a T-shirt along with a light windbreaker. Eliza came down in some yoga pants and a tight fitting tank top and Andy also had on yoga leggings, a T-shirt tied at the waist with a jean button-up shirt, unbuttoned, over it.

The trail started pretty easy and everyone was enjoying the beautiful scenery. Occasionally the trees would open up and you could see the valley below. We got to the fork in the trail that Cam told me about and he announced he was going down and wanted to see the falls from below.

“I want to go up to the top,” said Andy. I brought my telephoto lens and want to try out some valley shots.

“I’m going up too. I read about some potential glacial erratics near the top of the trail that I want to check out,” Eliza chimed in.

Everyone gave her a blank stare.

“Whatever, I’m into geology.”

“On that note…. Cam said he brought wine, so I’m following him,” said one of the back-of-the-house crew that came along. That seemed to gather the majority vote, so everyone decided to go down to the bottom. I wasn’t going to break up our little threesome, so I chose up.

“What are those erotics, anyways?” I asked Eliza

“ErrAtics, and they are neat – It’s when a glacier carried a stone as it traveled and deposited it someplace else. If there is one here, it would be the furthest south an erratic has been discovered.”

We trudged on and reached a part in the trail that split. Off to the right the trail seemed to go up to the ridge and from there, it wasn’t clear. To the left was a break in the trees and it looked like it went to the top of the falls. We went left and just a short few minutes later, we reached the edge of the river and could see a cliff where the falls were.

“This is beautiful,” Eliza said.

“Yeah, definitely glad I brought my big lense. I’m going to set it up and see if I can get some good shots.” Andy took out her camera and a tripod that she somehow hid away in her bag.

“I’m going to go explore a bit and see what I can see about these Erratics.”

I was feeling exhausted, and the combination of the hike and the sun washing over me was a perfect recipe for a little rest. “I’m just going to sit for a bit,” I said. I found a spot near where Andy had set up, and scooted back next to a rock. I took off my windbreaker and shirt and balled it up behind my head and soon dozed off in the heat of the sun.

10 or 20 or 40 minutes later, I stirred. That was a nice rest, but I could feel the sun was off of my chest. As I started to come-to, I could hear some soft giggling and I opened my eyes to a figure blocking the sun. Still groggy, I couldn’t make out which one of the girls was squatting in front of me, but it became clear why I woke up – she had a long piece of grass and she was trying to stick it up my shorts to tickle me. I swatted it away and sat up. “Thanks,” I called out to Eliza sarcastically.

“You looked so peaceful, but I noticed you weren’t wearing any underwear under those shorts, so I had to mess with you.”

“How’d you notice that, huh?”

“I was looking.” Eliza had a mischievous grin on her face.

“How are the pictures coming?” I called to Andy, smiling back. “Well, you looked up my shorts, what are you wearing?” I said more quietly.

“Maybe you’ll find out, maybe nothing, maybe both,” Eliza flirted back.

“Good, mostly done,” Andy broke the cliffhanger silence that Eliza left. “I got some really nice shots overlooking the canyon and down the waterfall – just seeing if I can see the other group through this long-ass lense now.” She was scanning the long lense down avcılar escort on the river below. “I can see 3 of the staff sitting by the river down a waze from the falls, but I don’t see Cam or Jackie….. wait! Oh my gosh,” she laughed nervously, “I think I see them… and I think they are fucking!”

She kept the camera in place on the tripod and backed away. I took a look and sure enough Jackie had her hands on a large rock, tucked away near the base of the falls and was bending over- Cam was behind her with his pants down. It was funny to see so far away without sound, but still pretty erotic. I felt like a voyeur watching them like this. He was slowly pulling in and out of her, occasionally bending over to kiss her shoulder, or caress her breast. Eliza poked her head over my shoulder.

“Lemme see… Oh nice – Oh wait, she turned around and is sucking him off now. This is hot. Cam has a nice cock,” she teased.

“You can’t see that from here!”

“Well I can’t not see it.”

“Let me see.”

Andy jostled her way back to the camera. “Oh yeah, it’s super nice. Too bad it’s not up here…”

“Ahem..” I let out.

“Oh, I forgot, I think we might have a cock up here.”

“And it’s easily accessible…. No underwear” Eliza added when Andy gave her a quizzical look. “Here I’ll show you.”

With a mischievous look, Eliza slid my hiking shorts down with a swift motion and my semi-hardening cocked bounced free.

“See. And it’ll do I guess,” she teased.

She crouched down in front of me and placed my quickly hardening member into her mouth and started sucking and licking slowly. I heard a click and Andy was swapping out her telephoto lens for a smaller one.

“Wait the last thing I want is a bunch of photographic evidence,” Eliza paused her pursuit.

“You trusted me with the security footage,” she smiled. “And listen, I won’t take a lot and I swear it’ll just be for us. Also, if you aren’t up for it, I’ll respect that. It’s just this is really hot and I always wanted to shoot something like this.”

“Ok if it’s just for us. Jack, are you cool with it?”

I nodded and Eliza went back to the task at hand. After a few moments I could tell her legs were getting tired. She stood up and started kissing me. I could hear clicks in the background as I removed Eliza’s top.

I turned her around to face a large boulder in front of us and guided her hands to the hard surface and kissed her neck, pressing my body against hers from behind. I moved down her back and started slipping her yoga pants down as I kissed lower and lower. Eliza arched her back and I was able to taste her salty and sweet mound from behind, slipping a tongue in before making my way back up to her back and neck.

Click, click. Andy was capturing it all.

I turned her back around to get better access and returned the favor, going down on her while she stood in front of me. I licked up and down her labia and sucked playfully on her swollen clit. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but I could tell being outside, in front of Andy’s lense, she was turned on.

After a bit more of tonguing her, I stood up. She kissed me, tasting herself briefly before asking if I wanted to fuck.

“Oh yeah.”

She turned back around, placing her hands on the rocks in front of her and I slid in behind her.

“This is so fucking hot,” I heard Andy say. Click. Click.

It really was. To be outdoors, completely naked, with Andy taking pictures of us was incredibly arousing. I started to thrust in and out of Eliza, slow at first and then picking up momentum.

“Did you find any erratics?” I whispered into her ear.

“I found,(whimper) potential, (moan) evidence, (quivering exhale) of something. I’ll have, ohhh, to, ahhh, report it. Fuck!”

I was so turned on, and I could tell she was turned on based on her moaning and shortness of breath. She was obviously loving the attention of the lense as much as I was. I reached around her, rubbing her clit as I continued to fuck her from behind – Thrusting in and out.

Click, Click. Click

Eliza came like a wave crashing, shuddering against my cock. I pulled out after her shaking slowed – my sick glistening, and she slowly turned around and jerked me off as her lips and tongue lingered on the tip of my dick. I came quickly at the wonderful feeling.

Click, click.

Looking back at Andy, she was snapping pictures with one hand and had the other down her yoga pants.

She smiled. “Let’s uh, walk back to the house for rest or something.”

I wasn’t sure we’d make it back so easily, but we started off down the trail to continue a wonderful weekend.

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This day turned out much differently than Marcus expected.

He had only met Jess mere hours ago, at least in person.

For months, they had been corresponding back and forth via online chatroom, when Jess inquired about his user ID “Sureshooter”, and Marcus casually expressed a love for the first-person shooter game “Gunner’s Valor”.

This simple admission intrigued Jess, who also admitted to having spent countless hours on the game and was one of the best players in her regional lobby. This piqued Marcus’s curiosity as well. He asked her if she would like to hop on the server and play head-to-head sometimes.

Jess agreed, and play head-to-head they would. For several months they traded victories and were stalemated at 20 wins apiece. Occasionally they would team up against other players. And when they do they were unstoppable, fielding a perfect 25-0 record.

Then Jess made a most unusual request- she wanted to meet up in person.

Marcus originally had no plans to initiate contact in the real world. After all, “Jess” could be anybody- probably a man şirinevler escort in real life.

But he turned out to be completely wrong, and glad for it.

Jess turned out to be everything she claims to be- and much more. He had casually agreed to meet up with little expectations. Jess lived just one town over and they had agreed to meet at the regional gamer’s convention. Marcus had wanted to go anyways, but none of his colleagues or friends were interested. Even if “Jess” turns out to be a guy, at least Marcus would have somebody to hang out with.

So there he was, loitering in the lobby, glancing down at his phone with the picture “Jess” had sent him. It was a grainy photo of an attractive brunette in her early 20s. Her long hair falls over her white tank top, auburn eyes smiling at the camera. The photo was taken from an angle disguising much of her figure. Even if Jess turns out to be a real woman, there is no way she looks like the person in this photo. His thought is interrupted by a feminine voice:

“You esenler escort must be Shooter.”

Marcus glances up to meet a set of eyes- the same auburn eyes from the photo. He glances down again and looks up at the woman who seems to have walked straight out of the picture.

“You…you must be…?”

“Jess.”

The young woman offers her hand. Everything about her- hair, eyes, tank top, denim shorts- an exact carbon copy of the photo.

Marcus was wrong, and glad for it. Otherwise he would not be standing in the toilet stall now, back against the door, this gorgeous brunette perched on the toilet seat in front of him sucking him off.

This day turned out much differently than Marcus expected.

What was meant to be a simple meeting, turned into much, much more.

Marcus groans as Jess skilfully maneuvers her tongue, swirling it around his meaty cock and flickering the tip. She enthusiastically strokes his shaft with one hand while maintaining eye contact. Her other hand unzipping her denim sefaköy escort shorts and, with two fingers , pushes her white cotton panties aside and begin rubbing her own labia while she continues to orally pleasure him.

Gagged with cock, Jess begins to moan as she masturbates and performs oral sex simultaneously. Marcus sees her eyes rolling back with orgasmic ecstasy as she begins to rub herself faster and faster. Her fingers vigorously flicking her clitoris while her other hand eagerly jerks him off and pushing her head further and further forward until she’s deep-throating his cock. Marcus looks on, utterly impressed and aroused as the gorgeous brunette rams his 8-inch cock down her throat. He groans, struggling to hold back his load as he watches her petite body tense and quiver. Jess lets out a muffled moan as she climaxes hard, spraying her love juice all over the bathroom floor.

Seeing this lovely sight, Marcus reaches his limit. His pelvis tenses fiercely as he erupts into the mouth of this horny brunette, blowing his load and shooting it down her throat as she delightfully gobbles up his seed and drains his cock dry.

As Jess separates her lips from his cock she glances up with an intoxicating grin.

“My, that was quite a load. I guess the name ‘Shooter’ isn’t for nothing.” She cooed seductively.

“And since we came at the same time, I guess that ties us again at 21 wins apiece.”

THIS IS A FOLLOW UP TO PREVIOUS KATY STORIES

Katy closed her eyes in resignation as the never-ending phone call from her mother continued.

The usual topic, the behaviour of Katy’s husband Derek, had been gone through with a fine-tooth comb for the last twenty minutes.

‘He can’t even spend one single Sunday with you, not one, so where is he this time,’ asked her mother angrily.

‘Golf mother,’ answered Katy, though she was loth to admit it.

‘And I’m sure the bar afterwards,’ remarked her mother. ‘Poured home in a friend’s car later no doubt.’

Katy stifled a sigh. Sometimes she wondered if Derek was screwing someone else.

Though that seemed improbable, and you might think laughable even as he wasn’t the greatest in bed to put it mildly.

She had a headache now as her mother went on.

‘You deserve better darling. You know you are too soft with him. I only want happiness for you, you know that don’t you?’

‘Yes, mother I do and I’m grateful for what you do for me. I’ll have to go soon. I need to get the week’s food shopping in,’ said Katy.

She was even more grateful for the fact that her mother would never ever ask her about her sex life. Just as well as she had not had a ride from Derek in over two months.

Right now she craved sexual satisfaction to the point of distraction.

Katy liked dirty talk, even a little domination. The thought of such things excited her and she had never got either from Derek despite all her hints.

She was no angel, had strayed twice, scratched the itch, or rather had it scratched for her and what happened had blown her mind.

Not getting a good fucking was probably one of the reasons why her headache was getting worse. She stroked her throbbing temples.

‘Do reflect on what I’m saying Katy,’ ended her mother.

‘Yes, I will,’ answered Katy, ‘bye for now mother, love you.’

She flopped down onto the sofa and swore. She was as high as a kite but not in a good way. She just had to get some relief. She hiked up her skirt and moved her hand between her legs She closed her eyes and stroked herself over her lime green cotton panties.

……………………………………..

Her mind drifted to last night’s train commute home from work as she slipped her hand down the waistband of her underwear and began to play with herself.

The train had been unusually quiet and she had the luxury of four seats to herself.

As she went to sit down, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a well-dressed businessman eyeing her up.

Settling into her seat Katy’s skirt had ridden up, but she let it lie. She looked out of the window for a bit then risked a glance over. Smart, forties maybe, sexy even, she thought. After what had happened to her with Derek’s boss Katy definitely had a thing for older men.

On the periphery of her vision she saw him take a lingering look at her legs. She glanced away pretending not to have noticed.

Katy was flattered. She started to flirt, shifted in her seat, fussed with the hem of her skirt but did not smooth it down. She turned sideways to rummage in her bag, opened her legs a little, fished out a little mirror and re-did her lipstick.

She caught his eye. He was looking again.

This was attention Katy craved. She ran a hand through her hair, got out her mobile and checked it.

She crossed her long, bare legs and her skirt rode up higher. He was trying to make eye contact again, but she did not bayrampaşa escort play ball.

Concentrating on scrolling through her phone she slowly uncrossed her legs, knowing that if he was watching he would be seeing what she had got on up her skirt.

She let her legs part an inch or so, then again further. For a good fifteen seconds she sat there, her pantied cunt blatantly on show.

Powder-blue lace trimmed panties, firm thighs framing the vee of her scanties covering the plump mound of her pussy.

She just had to look. She flushed when she saw his eyes glued up her skirt.

He glanced up and he gave her a little smile as they locked eyes.

She clamped her legs shut and averted her gaze, looking self-consciously out the window, aware of dampness in her panties.

I’m a dirty little prick teaser but I love it she thought, returning the smile.

……………………

Katy had two fingers up her honeypot now, stirring the mix in her sticky hole. Round and round up and down. Her hips began to move. She found a rhythm as she fingered herself, imagining the stranger on the train giving her a sweaty urgent fuck in the train toilet.

She moaned as her pussy began to squelch. She frigged herself faster. She was almost there….

The doorbell rang shattering the moment for Katy.

The bell went again, twice, insistently. Flustered and frustrated she cursed as she came back to reality, worked down her skirt and unsteadily crossed the room to answer.

Katy faltered and blushed when she opened the door and saw who was standing there. She didn’t know where to look. It was John, Derek’s boss. He gave her a funny look.

An unwanted memory flashed through her head, thinking of being abandoned by Derek at the company party, Derek at the bar as usual. She had escaped for some air into the gazebo in the garden and met John out having a smoke.

He had kissed her, and one thing led to another. He was relentless. Aroused and her little tits played with by John till she couldn’t think straight He stripped her of her panties and bent her, half naked over the gazebo rail guard. His fingers busy with her soaked pussy and throbbing clit had driven her crazy.

She knew she was getting it. Remembered his big meaty erection thrusting up her pussy, fucking her silly.

Katy trembled at the vividness of the recollection, thinking again about how it ended, her writhing in ecstasy when he worked a finger up her tight little anus making her cum on his cock as he shot his load deep up her hole.

‘Hello Katy,’ went John, ‘long time no see.’ His eyes glinted as thy bored into hers. He sensed her discomfort and fed on it.

‘Just dropping some files off for Derek,’ he said.

‘He’s away, playing golf,’ blurted out Katy, aware that John eyes had drifted to her little tits.

‘Sorry to bother you at the weekend. I just needed to get these to him urgently,’ he continued.

You could have emailed them though she should have said but the words just wouldn’t come out.

‘Good for him,’ grunted John. ‘May I come in?’ He gave her a mocking look.

‘Yes, of course, stammered Katy.

‘Can I get you coffee’, she asked nervously, her hands sweating as she followed him into the lounge.

‘That would be nice,’ mused John, giving her that other look she knew too well, the one that made her think he could read her dirty mind.

She turned to go into the kitchen gaziosmanpaşa escort sensing his eyes were now on her bottom as she moved.

Katy tried not to tremble She hadn’t seen him since he rode her for the second time at his home, when she and Derek had been invited round by him and his wife Stephanie.

Derek and Stephanie had disappeared down the garden to set up the barbeque and were away for god knows how long, absolute ages, leaving John to have his way with her again. He had her underwear off before she knew it and pumped into her until she exploded over his throbbing cock.

Katy reached up to a cupboard to get coffee and sugar, trying to marshal her thoughts. She shivered and jumped when she realized John was right behind her.

He ran his fingers through her hair and her mouth went dry.

‘Don’t,’ she said.

She was aware of his cock pressing against her thigh, warm breath on the back of her neck He gently caressed her ear making her squirm and she jolted with shock as he lewdly stuck his tongue right into her ear.

‘Oh fuck don’t,’ she moaned, ‘you don’t know what that does to me.’

He licked her neck, and she angled it involuntarily to let him better get at another of her most erogenous zones.

He was all over her, a meaty paw possessively fondled her bottom, caressing one cheek then the other.

‘No,’ she said weakly, as fingers found her panty line through her skirt.

His fingers ran along it and back. His big hard penis moved against her through her skirt.

She desperately struggled to get away as she felt her panties getting damp. She tried to kick his shin, but he held her tight.

‘Temper, temper,’ mocked John. ‘Maybe I need to spank you Katy.’

She shivered. The fight went out of her.

He turned her round and taking her hand, led her back to the lounge and stood her in front of the mirror.

He played with her earring toyed with her ear lobe. She tingled and caught her breath as he leaned in and nibbled at her neck.

‘Oh fuck,’ she mouthed silently, involuntarily angling her neck to let him get at her better as he kissed one of her most sensitive erogenous zones.

She tried not to squirm. He reached both arms around her and she watched him open a button on her blouse then another.

She gasped and wriggled as his tongue slipped back into her ear.

Her nipples hardened in her bra cups as John tore apart her blouse sending the last button flying.

He cupped her pert little tits through her bra and then unfastened it and freed her breasts. Her lips parted in an ‘O’ as he started to rub and stroke her bare little tits and engorged nipples that were now so hard they hurt.

John’s eyes bored into her as he pinched them, rolling them round in his fingers.

He started whispering filth into her ear.

‘Is he servicing you properly Katy asked John, giving you what you need up that juicy little cunt of yours.’

Katy lowered her eyes. She was getting wetter by the minute, starting to cream her panties.

‘Spread your legs,’ grated John.

Her eyes closed.

‘Hurry up Katy. Do you want me to spank your clit? Because believe me I will if I have too,’ he said menacingly.

Shakily she moved her legs apart. His hand went up her skirt and John experienced a moment of sheer sexual pleasure as he felt her up her between the legs. Her panties were so wet they were sliding across her sefaköy escort pussy. hestarted playing with her just as sher mobile rang. It was Derek. Katy panicked

‘Answer it, ordered John.

She took the call.

Hi’ she said, in a tight little voice.

‘What are you doing,’ slurred Derek.

She tried to control herself, bit her lip, terrified she was going to give herself away by moaning as John stuck a finger up her hole through her panties.

‘Just going for the weekly shop,’ she managed to get out.

‘Back in an hour, garbled Derek, obviously drunk.

‘Sure,’ she said and switched off her phone just in time as a probing finger tickled her bum hole.

John hiked up her skirt revealing her stained lime green cotton panties.

spun her round and bent to take a nipple in his mouth. Katy’s head fell back, her mouth slack as he worked on her swollen nipple.

He hiked her skirt higher round her hips cupped her pussy again through her soaked underwear and began rubbing and squeezing on and on till she couldn’t bear it. She lifted up, trying to escape, till she was straining on tiptoe but couldn’t hold it and her trembling legs gave way.

‘Make circles,’ he hissed and Katy desperate to cum gyrated and seesawed wantonly on his hand trying to get herself off. She groped blindly for his cock.

His hand moved away from her leaking cunt and he roughly yanked down her

saturated panties and stuck two fingers up her lubricated twat. She groaned clinging to him.

‘Upstairs,’ he ordered.

She stumbled ahead and into the bedroom. John followed her and pushed her down onto the bed on her back. She lay supine as he pulled her legs wide apart. He unzipped and took off his pants and boxers. Her eyes glazed over as she stared at his big cock swaying and jerking as if it had a life of its own.

John went down on her, and she gasped as he lapped and lapped at her married quim, his tongue flicking and teasing at her clit free from its hood. He sucked on it and Katy arched up.

‘Please,’ she begged, clawing at his hair. His meaty paws groped for her breasts squeezing and fondling. He closed his fingers round her taut nipples and stretched them till she cried out.

Urgently John mounted her, guiding his rigid cock to her entrance. He ran the leaking bulbous head across her pouty swollen lips, teasing it across her clit.

Katy writhed underneath him breathing hard.

‘This is what you want isn’t it Katy, a big fat cock up your pussy,’ whispered John.

‘ Oh yes,’ Katy panted ‘yes, yes. Give me it.’

He pushed his rampant cock up into her squelching pussy hole and began to ride her.

‘You like me riding you, stretching your little twat Katy,’ he grunted going at her.

‘Omg,’ she wailed, ‘shag me harder,’ digging her nails into his bottom, making him pound into her faster and faster as he drove her up the bed.

He thrust again until he was in ball deep, his cock bottoming out up her honeypot as she made urgent little cries.

He felt her getting close, her pussy clamping round his cock and moved his hand down between them and stuck his index finger right up her back door.

‘Oh, oh, oh, ooh,’ wailed Katy trying to buck him off her.

She roughly raked her nails across his bum cheeks squealed and came and came trying again to heave up, her throbbing anus gripping his finger as she felt his cock swell and pulse. He groaned and began to jet thick ropes of semen up into her, swearing and jerking as he emptied his balls up her pussy.

Katy lay back spent. She felt wide open as John’s penis softened and slid out of her. He rolled off her and she felt her juices and cum ooze out of her gaping hole and run down her trembling thighs.

They lay in silence for a minute.

‘j e s u s,’ she whispered burying her head into his shoulder.

“I have a surprise for you.”

I remember Laura’s words from yesterday as we sit in this seaside restaurant, enjoying our meal together. She seems so radiant tonight, and yet her silence speaks volumes. Her eyes have been glazed over for most of the day. They always are when she’s lost in thought, in her own world.

Katlyn reflects her thoughtfulness. She always does, always has. They are so much alike. If one didn’t know better, a person could mistake them for sisters, twin sisters even. They’re not though. They’re not even related. However, some average person wouldn’t know that just by looking at them. Their faces are similar, meaning that both are heart-shaped with long, flowing deep, brown hair. It’s straight and silky smooth. I know because I love running my fingers through Laura’s. They both have beautiful, almond-shaped eyes. Laura’s are brown and soulful. Katlyn’s are hazel and inquisitive, sometimes playful. They both have full pink lips. Katlyn’s are a little wider and not as full. They’re not thin either. They are kissable though. I’ve long fantasized about how they’d feel against mine, not that I’d ever confess that to Laura, especially today, on our first anniversary together as a husband and wife. That would be suicidal I know. They both are about the same height and build, medium and considerably lean. They both, like me, are in their early twenties. They both have those strikingly, youthful figures, figures that catches every man’s attention. There are quite a few here in this restaurant who can’t keep their eyes off of either of them. I should be jealous, possessive even. What man wouldn’t with a beautiful girl like Laura as his wife?

And yet, here we are, the three of us, eating a delicious meal in a very casual, and yet a surprisingly intimate setting. I know people are wondering about us. They suspect a story, a long one perhaps, as to why it’s the three of us and not just two. They wouldn’t understand the bond Laura and Katlyn share, and have for years, certainly since childhood. They grew up together and were as close as real, flesh-and-blood sisters. Sisters however, they are not. Best friends…not exactly. This bond goes a hell of a lot deeper than that. I suspect that they think I’m a special guy, one who doesn’t mind sharing his wife this way, that I don’t resent not having her to myself like most other guys would. They don’t understand the dynamics of their relationship. Nobody does. I certainly don’t and I’ve known them both for years now. I live with it. I live with the concept that they are a one package deal. I knew that from the beginning. I had no illusions otherwise. What they don’t get and what Laura probably only halfway discerns is that I really like Katlyn. I like her a lot. Perhaps too much at times. I’d never admit that either, not to either one of them, of course. Why would I? I know that Laura would probably misinterpret my intentions and that would likely poison their relationship, and I’d received the blame for it. There is no win there, so I keep my feelings to myself. It’s just better that way.

“Are you through with your plates?” The waiter asks.

His voice breaks me out of my own thoughtfulness. “We’ll have the check.” Katlyn tells him.

I look at her. Laura only passively, her face still unreadable. “It’s your anniversary, duh?” She smiles. “Check please.” She affirms to the confused waiter. He nods and leaves.

“What…no dessert?” I laugh.

“I have something at home that’s better than what they serve here.” Laura tells me as Katlyn pays our bill and gets up from the table.

I noticed that she didn’t eat much, which is an observation that I refrain from voicing aloud. In fact, I know Laura hasn’t eaten much in a couple of days. She’s like this I know…especially when she’s contemplating a change or a move. However, I also note that Katlyn didn’t finish her plate either.

I say nothing as we stand on the sidewalk waiting for our Uber driver to arrive. A cool evening breeze is blowing gently from off the ocean and I’m glad I wore my long-sleeved shirt tonight. Once she pulls up, I stand aside to let them sit together, but instead Laura insists that she wants me between them. They always sit together, but then nothing has been ordinary about this night so far.

Both are tense as we ride back to our place in utter silence. It’s nothing unusual for Katlyn to eat out with us and head back to our place for a couple hours before heading to her own apartment a few blocks away. Then it also nothing unusual for her and Laura to have sleepovers too. Tonight, I didn’t know which it was going to be. I suspect that I won’t be having Laura to myself much at all tonight, regardless of which option wins out. I can’t recall the last time we’ve made love and not had to rush through it because of Katlyn.

However, tonight I’m distracted by Katlyn’s closeness and her warm body beneath the jeans that she wears tonight. They’re slim cut. Everything she wears is designed bağcılar escort to show off her perfect body, perhaps a little too well. Laura is wearing a similar pair. They’d even worn similar long-sleeved pullovers. Katlyn’s is white. Laura’s is pink.

I keep wondering what she meant by having a better dessert at home. We have no dessert at home, not that I know of. I’m still hungry…well a little bit. I could have eaten a piece of cake or pie…whatever they’d had on the menu. I’d heard that their key lime pie was good too. But then, isn’t it always, no matter the restaurant? It’s hard to screw that pie up.

We’d been shopping all day. Laura wanted to update my considerably outdated wardrobe for some time, and today she’d made it her mission to do just that. We’d brought everything home before heading to the beach for dinner.

“Daniel, I want to see you in your new swim trunks.” Laura says and kisses me tenderly. “I want you to try them on before your shower.”

“Okay.” I say as I catch Katlyn’s heated eyes as they meet mine. She blushes instantly and I’m suddenly feeling shy. “But they’re kind of skimpy…”

“Baby, don’t be shy in front of her.” She smiles. “You know she’s my girl. I don’t mind if she see some skin.”

He words unsteady me as I take off my clothes and pull the considerably slim-fitting trunks out of the bag. I can’t help thinking that these were designed for European men and not American. We didn’t have their bodies. However, it seemed that more and more clothes were being designed for such physiques these days. I slip my boxer briefs off and pull the tight trunks on. I’m fit, reasonably so. I don’t work out regularly like other guys I know. Still, I do have what many would consider a lean body, and I have to admit the trunks do fit. I’d fit in on a European or Far Eastern beach. Not perfectly, but I’d be close enough to not be gawked at. The girls…well they’d be gawked at for another reason I knew. It would be a lustful gawking.

“Come on, don’t be shy.” Laura calls out to me from the living room.

Reluctantly, I head towards the door. I’m half-way there when I pause before the mirror over the dresser. I notice how pasty white my skin is. I need to bone up too. My ribs are starting to show. I know…my diet isn’t great. I hardly eat and when I do it’s mostly light, vegan shit that Laura has started introducing in our diet. We’re not vegan but she wants to try a little of it to get our nutrients. I notice my sandy-brown hair is sadly unkempt now, thanks to the ocean breeze this evening. I shouldn’t care. I really need a shower. I feel grimy from today. It had been hot, sultry so, for most of the day as we shopped. But she wants this, so I delay my shower till she’s satisfied. That is what I tell myself as I hesitantly turn to go but pause once more to catch how revealing the trunks are. I’m not even remotely aroused and I can still see the shape of my penis. They are made of a silky, smooth material, but they’re taut, so much so that I can see the outline of the head and most of the shaft. And yet, there is no way to avoid going out there. Katlyn is going to see everything. And yet, that excites me in a perverse sort of way. I say that because I’m married and it’s wrong of me to think such things about my wife’s girlfriend. That is what I’ve always told myself when such sordid thoughts have slithered into my mind.

“Daniel!” She calls out. “Don’t make me come in there and drag you out!”

I can hear the amusement in her impatient tone. With a sigh, I run my hands over my smooth, hairless abs and legs. She’d convinced me into having the hair removed shortly after we began dating. It hadn’t been much, but it was enough to bother her when we were together. She loves smooth skin against her when we make love. Anyway, with one last look and a deep sigh of unease, I head for the door.

I find them in their bikinis, the new ones that they’d bought for the beach this summer. It was May and already the heat was beginning to settle over the Coast. It was only the first taste of our normally long summers. I say that because spring is never long here, only a fleeting month or so and then it’s summer before it’s officially recognized by the calendar.

They’d bought matching bikinis. I should have known they would. They match a lot. Like twins, they too share similar tastes in most things, and clothing is no exception. However, these bikinis are so revealing that I’m speechless. In truth, I’m stunned by their near-nude bodies. The tops and bottoms are so small that I can see most of their breasts and pubic areas. They’ve shaved. Laura certainly has. Her cute, patch of pubic hair is all but gone as I take in the bare skin that surrounds what scant material there is covering her vagina.

It’s then that I catch Katlyn’s eyes. They’re glazed over and she’s blushing. I note that she’s looking down my body and I follow her gaze. I’m bahçelievler escort already barely contained by the trunks as it is, but now I’m fully aroused. I should have felt the tightness. I feel it now as Laura takes my hand and leads me to the couch. Katlyn follows us and stands before us, silent, watching, expectantly so, as Laura kisses me and caresses my back and sides with her eager hands. I quake under her touch.

“You have a beautiful body, baby.” She croons and kisses me again before moving to my cheeks and neck. Her hands move down, past my ribs to my stomach. Her touch is electric and causes my embarrassing arousal to worsen. I’m fully erect but it’s pressed sideways and it’s straining against the skin-tight fabric. “She wants to see you.” She whispers. “She wants to see all of you.”

My heart races as she lowers herself, kissing my body as she does. Each kiss takes my breath away. I’m shaking. I know she feels it as she peers up at me and grins, wickedly so, and then pulls down my trunks, slowly, inch by inch till my penis is free and in her hand. She strokes me for a second or two before kissing the head, running her tongue over it’s tender skin and the slit that is now oozing pre-cum. I catch Katlyn’s eyes and they’re taking in everything and there’s no hiding her yearning for what Laura is savoring at the moment. She wants it too and that excites me, makes me harder for my wife.

I nearly stumble back as she swallows me whole. Her hands grip my legs firmly with surprising strength. I feel the couch pressing into the back of them, cool leather upon hot, sweaty skin. She keeps swallowing me over and over. Katlyn moves behind her and pulls her hair back from her face. The whole time Laura peers up at me, never breaking eye contact. Katlyn moves in closer and kisses me. I fall into the kiss. I reach out and take her head and kiss her heatedly. She tastes so good. She tastes of our meal and of the wine. I hunger for her as my wife brings me to climax. I feel it building with each stroke of her head, of her mouth, and her wickedly hot tongue as it slides over my flesh. It’s like a burning fire that races upwards from deep within my core and spews forth, white and creamy into her mouth. She withdraws and swallows what I’ve fed her with, and then she smiles. But she’s not done with me. I see it as she get up and Katlyn takes her place. They are not done with me I see as Katlyn peers up at me, as Laura had, and takes my soiled penis in hand. I’m still hard, surprisingly so, and she begins stroking me, as Laura had done before taking me into her mouth. I’m suddenly overcome with emotion and with desire. I’ve dreamed of this. I’ll admit that. And as I’d fantasized, she begin taking me with her hungry mouth. I’m so aroused that I’m hurting. My body is burning up with pain and desire, but release doesn’t come fast, as I’d believe it would…in that second before she took me into her mouth. It took minutes of her swallowing me over and over again before I did, and she too swallowed everything I gave her.

Both stand before me. I’m on the couch. I’m too weak to stand anymore. “This is the dessert.” Laura tells me, her voice husky now, pregnant with unforeseen lust. I watch as they remove their bikinis and now they’re nude before me. Their perfect bodies are moist with sweat, sweat that built up from the heat of the room. Why is it so hot in here? It’s in the high sixties outside with the cool wind blowing in from off the still cool water.

I push such trivialities aside. Laura guides Katlyn onto my lap. She’s so gorgeous that I can’t help but welcome her in my arms, embracing her smooth, warm body as it presses into mine. But she quickly rears up as Laura guides my semi-flaccid penis to her vagina. I feel more than see as my head graces her labia, her swelling, pink lips and folds that lie below her narrow, patch of dark hair. It takes a moment, but I begin to harden and she eases down upon me, slowly taking me into her, inch by beautiful inch. She is so tight I hardly believe I’m fitting inside her. I do. She moans at the intrusion. I moan too from the overwhelming tightness of her, and yet I want nothing more than to take her tonight.

Tears mar her eyes as we kiss. Tears mare mine too. Laura leans into Katlyn and tells her, “Make him yours tonight.”

The words set me on fire all over again. “Please.” I beg as she continues to sit, savoring the feel of me inside her. She smiles through her tears and begins to move against me.

Our love making is slow but intimate. I let myself surrender to her. I couldn’t stop it if I’d tried, and from the look on Laura’s face, she wouldn’t want me to. She wants this. She’s always wanted this, this moment in this living room. She’d planned it for this special night, a night of our first anniversary together. I grip Katlyn’s backside, which is small and tight in my hands and press her harder into me, even as she arnavutköy escort runs her hands through my wild, unkempt hair. We kiss. We can’t seem to stop kissing. Even after I’d released inside, just as Laura had whispered for me to do, mere seconds before it happened. She’d always told me to open my heart to Katlyn.

“Give yourself to her, baby.” She croons again, even as Katlyn falls into me, exhausted.

She’s beside us. Laura now straddles me. I’m spent and yet my body somehow rallies once more. It’s a miracle I tell myself. I’ve never climaxed this many times, never in my life. Not even when I had my first threesome in high school with my then girlfriend and the girl that lived next door. That’s a long story and is reserved for another time. However, I’ll say this… it was the night I lost my virginity. I’d waited till I was eighteen. Don’t ask me why. I just did.

The memories of that night fade as Laura slides me into her. I harden for her. She smiles before kissing me. “You don’t mind if Katlyn spends the night with us, do you?” She asks as she begins to move against me, riding me, riding my agonizingly hard erection.

“No.” I shake my head.

“Good.” She says. “I want you to watch me make love to her.”

“Okay…”

“I love her, Daniel.” She tells me. “I’ve always loved her, since the day I met her.”

“Laura…”

“I want you to love her too.” She interjects with tearful eyes. “Can you do that, for me…for us?”

I glance at Katlyn and see that she’s crying. My heart leaps and I know the answer. “Yes.” I tell her. “I can love her.” I tell them both.

“Good, because I can’t live without either of you.” Laura says and kisses me. She keeps kissing me, even after I’ve released inside her.

After that, we take a long shower together. It begins then under the hot water and continues as we make our way to the bed. They kiss and touch each other desperately, releasing yeas of sexual tension that has building within them, building but never tapped…all because of me, because of Laura’s love for me. Laura pushes Katlyn onto her back and kisses her again. She moves from her mouth to her neck, and then her chest, stopping only for a moment at her breasts. As she descends below them, she begins eliciting moan upon moan from her lover, each increases in volume the farther she goes till she reaches her flat stomach, and then begins to savor feel and the taste of her smooth, white skin. She uses her tongue to maximum affect, tortuously causing her lover to writhe, to buck, to fight against the rising tide of desire and love that Laura is unleashing upon her, and through her. Then then arrives at her mound and runs her tongue over the naked skin that borders her narrow strip of dark, brown hair. She sniffs it, smelling her lusciously feminine scent before kissing her thighs, which are moist from sweat and her own arousal. Not once does she stop peering up into her lover’s eyes. Katlyn is already on the point of orgasm, even before Laura begins licking her clit and her labia, running her tongue over her swollen pink lips and between them, intruding as deep as she can. She grips her thighs firmly as she does, hanging onto her lover as she contorts and arches her body, over and over again, from the waves of fiery pleasure that emanate from her mouth. She cries out. She groans. She reaches down and grips Laura’s hair, pressing her head against her crotch till she succumbs to her orgasm.

Katlyn is spent but doesn’t stop till she’s brought Laura to the same earthshattering orgasm as she’d experienced moments ago. Like Laura had done with her, Katlyn too never allows her eyes to drift, not once, as she works her way down Laura’s body, kissing and licking her delicate skin as she does, eliciting endless waves that are reflected in endless movements of her lover’s body. As Katlyn nears her lower stomach, Laura reaches for me and takes my hand, gripping it tightly. Not once does she meet my eyes. They never leave those of her lover. It’s all instinct now as she pulls me in close just as Katlyn parts her legs and in response Laura lifts her hips to her ravenous mouth. Laura’s mound is more pronounced than Katlyn’s and its darker, darker because of stubble from her shaved hair. Katlyn is not bothered with it. In truth, she seems to love the rough edges that border her narrow patch of hair, an island in a sea of otherwise baby smooth skin. Her grip on my hand tightens to the point it hurts. Katlyn begins to lick her clit and then her labia. She arches. She bucks. Katlyn holds on, gripping her as tightly as she grips my hand. She comes swiftly, but Katlyn doesn’t stop, and the soon she comes a second time.

After they exhaust themselves making love, they snuggle against me. It’s nearly nine when I begin to doze. At first I find it difficult to sleep. Katlyn’s body feels strange against me, and yet I discover that there is a certain sense of peace in our embrace. Her head is next to mine and her hand is upon my stomach, warm and inviting. Laura’s hands are there too and the feel of them sends me into blissful orbit. And yet, sleep finely finds me.

It is two in the morning when they stirred me awake with their hungry kisses and their desperate touches. I am rock hard and yet they begin massaging me, as if it’ll make me even harder than I already am.

[Author’s note: Cassie’s husband is cheating on her with a younger woman, Lily. Instead of confronting him, Cassie has been blackmailed by his lover into doing what she she’s told. Cassie’s world is changing, and she finds herself being drawn into a new life of control and submission. Will she take charge, or will she become someone else’s powerless toy?]

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MIDNIGHT AT THE LOST AND FOUND

Billie had been insistent about the girls’ night out. She’d even gone as far as ringing up Cassie’s mother to arrange for her to take the kids overnight on Cassie’s behalf. Damian was out of town on a conference on Thursday night. What better time?

Cassie checked herself again in the mirror, fussing with her hair. She tugged the hem of her little black cocktail dress and stepped into her black leather high heels. Cassie did a turn in the mirror, assessing herself from several angles. She liked what she saw, noticing the subtle changes to her figure that Aidan’s body sculpting programme was helping her to achieve: more definition around the shoulders and upper arms, less saggy around the waist, legs more toned and shapely. Even her tormentor had made a back-handed comment about her looking better.

At the thought of Lily, Cassie froze, a sudden unreasonable dread consuming her. The house was silent; her sons were with their grandmother, her husband was away on business, leaving only her in the house, alone. The pressure seemed to squeeze her ribcage. Lily shouldn’t have done that to her, made her feel so small and worthless. But more than that, Cassie shouldn’t have just let her. She was a grown woman; she should have stood up for herself. The fact that she’d been too afraid to oppose Lily just added to her wretched feelings of cowardice and humiliation.

Cassie looked in the mirror again, but this time she saw a pathetic figure trying too hard to show herself off when she went out tonight on the town. No-one would care. No-one would look at her twice. Suddenly, Cassie was seized by the urge to call it all off.

The cab honked its horn outside. Her friends were waiting.

Cassie scooped up her handbag and descended the stairs, moving quickly to outpace some monstrous thing lurking unseen in the master bedroom.

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In the bar, in the middle of the city, Cassie sipped a glass of bubbles. Billie was well and truly on the other side of a bottle of champagne all on her own. Morgan was laughing and smiling but keeping a watchful eye on her wife.

“Dance,” Billie demanded. “You or you. Or both, but let’s go.”

Morgan smiled. “I’ll stay here, in case someone spikes our drinks.”

“Ha. Let them try. Anyone tries that shit on me, they’ll find themselves with a proper handful, in more than one sense of the word.”

Billie grinned, lopsidedly, before wheeling around to face the dancefloor.

Morgan rolled her eyes at Cassie.

“She’s your wife,” Cassie said.

“She’s your creation,” Morgan rejoined.

Billie turned back around, throwing her shoulders back to make her breasts stand out in her satin dress.

“Actually, Doctor Fox did that. Look at ’em and weep girls. I am fucking fabulous!”

Billie slung her arm around her wife, pulling her close.

“I didn’t pay a babysitter so you could perch on that stool all night,” she intoned with mock solemnity, “Get that hot backside up and follow me.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned and headed towards the dancefloor, with Morgan and Cassie reluctantly in tow. Billie slid between the twenty-somethings on the dancefloor, clearing a space for all three of them to dance. After a few minutes, she wiggled over to Cassie and wrapped her arms around Cassie’s neck. Her mouth brushed Cassie’s ear.

“See, I told you. You needed this.”

“What? Being gawped at by guys ten years younger than me?”

“Oh yeah, baby. Gawped is how it starts. Up to you how it ends.”

Billie pulled away, gyrating to the music, her eyes locked on Cassie, a playful smirk on her face. She mouthed the word ‘hot’ and then turned her attention to Morgan. Behind Morgan, a pair of men were watching the three of them, probably trying to work out how to insert themselves into the circle of friends. Cassie displayed bland indifference as one of them looked her way. All she wanted to do was finish the dance and get back to the table. Billie had bigger plans.

In the end, they danced until their feet were sore, toes aching in the tips of their shoes as they tottered on their high heels like teenagers. Morgan, far from being the calming influence, began to build up a momentum of her own, until they were both gyrating in unison to the beat, surrounded by half a dozen younger men.

One of them bent to Billie’s ear and spoke a few words. Billie laughed and held up a finger. The man smiled and began to move forward, but at the last minute Billie dodged around him into Morgan’s arms. She held the other woman tight and then they kissed. Billie held up the finger again, and this time Cassie could see why: the wedding ring glinted çapa escort in the light. Her would-be suitor laughed, mouthing ‘too much’ and walked away.

Morgan led Billie back to the tables, leaving Cassie to follow.

“Too subtle?” Billie asked.

“Like a brick,” Morgan replied.

“You didn’t complain.”

“About what? The public display of affection on the dancefloor, or the way you were leading those guys on?”

Billie encircled Morgan with both arms. Cassie suddenly felt superfluous.

“I’m about to disgrace myself, babe.”

“Billie, you already did.”

“Oh, not yet,” Billie replied, kissing her lightly. “Take me home.”

Morgan disentangled herself and gathered up their coats. They wandered towards the door together with Cassie trailing behind. Out on the street, Morgan shrugged into her jacket and turned to Cassie.

“You coming?” she asked as Billie balanced on the curb in her high heels, waving down a cab.

“You go ahead,” Cassie replied.

“There’s plenty of room, Cassie.”

Cassie gave Morgan a smile. “No, there isn’t. Have fun. I’ll get the next one.”

“Hot stuff! Come on,” Billie called out, her hand on the cab door.

Morgan shrugged. “Okay, be safe. Have fun.”

Cassie almost protested Morgan’s inference but Billie opened the door and then they both slid into the back of the cab. A moment later, Cassie was alone. She looked up and down the street, on her own in the dark in front of the bar. Eventually, she made a decision and took out her phone, bringing up a map to search for a location. She didn’t want to go home yet, to that empty house. There was somewhere else she wanted to go.

“Hey, sorry, I don’t mean to freak you out, but….”

Cassie looked up from her phone to see one of the men they had been dancing with. He was younger than her by a few years, maybe late twenties, with jet black hair pulled back into a tight bun. Cassie didn’t normally go for that look, but he pulled it off. He smiled.

Cassie frowned. “Sorry, what?”

“I just wanted to say that I hope you had a good night.”

She could tell that he was sober, reserved. He’d been in the background while his friends had been trying to dance with Billie. Cassie watched his expression turn towards embarrassment.

“I did, yes, thanks.”

He nodded. She was scrambling to remember his name. He’d told her, trying to make himself heard over the music. Ronan? Robin?

“I had a good night too. The guys can get pretty wild, but, well, sometimes it’s worth it.”

“Worth what?”

“Um, getting out and meeting people. Beats the alternative.”

Cassie watched the way his mouth moved as he spoke. He was earnest, even shy. His body language revealed how difficult it was for him to be standing on the street, talking to her. Up to you how it ends, Billie had said. She held up her left hand.

“I’m married,” she said.

“I know. But you were still dancing.”

There was a slight smile on his lips, as if he knew a secret about her, like they were playing a game, and for a moment Cassie found herself thinking about it. Why shouldn’t she? Lily would be curled up next to Damian wherever they were. It gave Cassie permission: the goose and the gander.

“I’ve got to go,” Cassie said.

She raised her arm to hail a cab.

“Thanks for the offer though.”

—

Cassie emerged from the cab onto a section of street she was unfamiliar with. To her left, the high-rise offices of the city centre stood like gleaming pillars against the darkness, a handful of blocks away. Here, though, the buildings were not as high, older, a little more lived in. Pressed between the large plate glass windows of a fashion store on one side and an all-night convenience shop on the other was a large double-door set into the sandstone brickwork, lit from within by a neon sign.

Cassie sucked in a breath and smoothed down her little black dress. She could see her reflection in the large windows of the shop: a petite blonde woman in her mid-thirties, wrapped in a cocktail dress, sporting black leather heels. Her legs were bare, shapely, the black dress flattering her curves without overstatement. Good enough. She gripped her matching black handbag with her left hand, steeling herself, and noticed the wedding ring on her finger.

Cassie looked at it, feeling sudden doubt. Eventually, she came to a decision, tugging at the ring and pulling it off her finger: minimise the information. She slipped the ring into her handbag and straightened up, heading through the doors and into the club.

In the foyer area, there was a large man in a black suit, talking to a much shorter woman dressed in a dark top and tight-fitting pants. They glanced at her but didn’t say anything; the woman indicated the booth in the far wall and went back to her conversation. The bass thud of music dominated the background.

Cassie straightened up, went over to the booth and paid the cover charge. The woman behind the booth smiled fındıkzade escort politely, making Cassie feel strangely uncomfortable: she realised it had been a long time since she’d been in a club on her own. In her twenties, she’d been brave enough, but now, a decade later, a marriage and twins later, this all felt alien to her. She stepped through a second set of doors into the club itself.

The noise hit her like a wall: the close atmosphere of recycled air, the music: strange and at the same time, familiar. Cassie threaded her way through the bodies, feeling out of place. For a Thursday night, the place was doing well: not packed with people, but enough to have a buzz. She watched them gyrating to the music, suddenly aware that she was probably the oldest person in the room. Cassie clutched her handbag tightly against her and worked her way to the back wall.

Cassie saw three people standing at a doorway cordoned off with a velvet rope. Behind it stood a huge man with dark skin and an intricate, swirling tattoo curving from behind his left eye down to his chin. Cassie found herself standing in front of him, looking up as he towered over her. He was in conversation, politely but firmly fending off requests by the three young men to be allowed into the restricted area. Cassie stood off to one side, heels together and her hands folded in front of her, as one of them broke off the discussion to cast his eyes over her body. All at once, Cassie felt shy and out of place as she was eyed up in her little black dress by the much younger man. She concentrated on the doorman instead.

Eventually the three of them left, defeated. The doorman’s huge fingers remained threaded together in front of him as he watched them leave, then he turned to Cassie.

“Ma’am,” he said and unhooked the rope to admit her.

Shocked, Cassie hesitated for a moment before stepping through.

“Aren’t you going to ask me anything?”

He smiled, and the stolid face lit up.

“Oh no. I’m sure that you know what you’re doing,” he said, “Welcome to the Lost and Found.”

Cassie turned to the door and he reached out, one massive hand closing around the handle, pulling it open for her. She stepped through.

The door closed behind her and she found herself in a smaller space where the music was more muted. In contrast to the sea of humanity on the other side of the door, the crowd here was quieter, older. She cast around the room, taking it all in.

There was a bar set against the back wall with a large door into a private area on the lefthand side of the bar. Against the wall to her right was a raised stage and a DJ booth, but tonight these were empty: a laptop screen shone on the table next to the sound equipment, rolling out a playlist. In front of the stage were a set of cocktail tables with high stools, some of them occupied but mostly vacant, and then, set against the two remaining walls, were a set of booths in black vinyl lit by discreet downlights, again sparsely-occupied. It all looked quite nicely done, as far as club décor went: understated, elegant, private.

She noticed the people, though.

The stools at the bar were vacant, but she could see figures in the booths, in twos and threes, talking. Beneath the muted lighting, it was difficult to make out details but she noticed the occasional glint of something metallic and shiny as the people moved. A couple sat on the stools at one of the cocktail tables in the middle of the floor, the woman facing away from her with auburn hair platted into a long train reaching down her back. She was wearing a leather bodice, perched cross-legged on the stool displaying her trim, rounded bottom in a tight black hobble skirt that hugged her legs and covered her right down to her ankles. Her companion was older, dressed in a tailored leather jacket with an open collar shirt. He was nursing a beer and talking in low, intimate tones.

Cassie began to cross the floor to the bar, her eyes darting sideways to take in the people in the nearest booth: two men and a woman, but as the woman leaned back from the table to reach for her bag, Cassie could see that she was completely topless. She picked up her phone and resumed conversation with her companions, as if being semi-clothed was her usual mode of dress. Cassie’s gait stuttered as she began to contemplate turning around and heading for the door. That would achieve nothing, though.

Cassie approached the bar, sliding onto one of the stools, feeling safer somehow as she nodded at the barman. Just a drink, like she was anywhere; one drink and then leave. The barman approached her, a young man in his twenties with a good smile and dark, shoulder-length hair. He was wearing a dark t-shirt, exposing thin, wiry arms laced with tattoos.

“Hi,” was all he said.

“Can I get a gin and tonic, please?”

“Sure.”

Cassie chastised herself: gin and tonic was not what she wanted, but in the moment, it was all her brain could manage. She watched the barman topkapı escort as he prepared her drink and then slowly took in the rest of the room again, feeling conspicuously out of place.

“Here you go. Starting a tab?”

Cassie shook her head and paid. Just the one.

She sipped her drink slowly, beginning to question why she had talked herself into this. It had taken a feat of logistics to organise, with Damian being away. Her mother had needed to be convinced to look after the twins on a school night, then she’d had to get her hair done to try and break out of the baggy housewife look, then the cab fares, paid for in cash to leave no trace on the credit card account. Damian did this on a regular basis, she thought with a pang of sorrow, only this time it was Cassie slinking off to… what? To look for love? A clandestine rendezvous?

Cassie grimaced at the thought, feeling the now-familiar tug of worthlessness, Lily’s face mouthing the words. She didn’t even have the guts to take that young man at the bar up on his offer of a quick fuck, let alone launching a full-blown affair, even while she knew, she was absolutely certain, that her husband was at this exact same moment buried inside his lover’s body in a hotel room somewhere. Cassie pictured him on top of Lily, the wild lust in his eyes as he slid into her, Lily’s mouth open as she gasped to feel herself being filled by a man who belonged to someone else.

“Hey,” said a woman’s voice.

Cassie blinked, roused from her reverie, and turned to see a beautiful, petite woman with coffee-coloured skin and dark eyes standing next to her clutching a glass of white wine. Like Cassie, she was wearing a black dress that came down to mid-thigh, her slim frame topping four-inch black leather heels. She smiled at Cassie.

“I see you got the memo on the dress code,” she said, and laughed; a light, easy sound. “Mind if I sit?”

Cassie hesitated for a fraction of a second, though the woman seemed friendly enough.

“No, not at all.”

“Thanks. These heels are killing me.”

The woman slid onto the bar stool, crossing her shapely legs and wiggling her bottom to settle the fabric of the dress over her toned thighs. She turned to Cassie.

“I’m Eve.”

“Cassidy. Cassie.”

“First time?”

Cassie nodded, relaxing slightly.

“Yup.”

Eve leaned toward her, conspiratorially.

“Bit of a tip in that case. Sitting at the bar means you want conversation. Sitting in a booth means you want privacy. No-one’s gonna bug you in here unless you want to be bugged.”

Eve nodded over to the entrance.

“Tony keeps the genpop out,” she said.

“You sound like you know what you’re doing.”

Eve laughed softly, and replied, “Oh girl, I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Cassie found herself warming to her new companion, watching the way her elegant fingers cupped the bowl of her wine glass, taking a small sip before glancing back towards Cassie nonchalantly.

“So, what brings you here?” she asked.

Cassie stalled. It was a good question, with only one answer.

“Uh, I… I really don’t know.”

Eve shrugged. “How’d you hear about the Lost and Found?”

“Just someone I met. She mentioned this place.”

Eve’s demeanour changed subtly and she carefully placed her glass on the bar top.

“Well Cassidy, seems she piqued your interest. I guess you’re curious?”

Cassie began to answer, but Eve had turned away, raising a finger to get the barman’s attention. Cassie frowned, noting that Eve’s glass was still half full. The other woman made a gesture, pointing up towards the ceiling. The barman nodded. Eve turned her attention back to Cassie, smiling.

“Ask me anything you like,” she said.

Cassie took a deep breath, unsure now whether her companion was just being helpful or she was being hit on. The idea of being picked up by a beautiful woman in a club in the middle of the city on a Thursday night unnerved her. She began to wish she still had her wedding ring on.

Cassie listened as Eve began to explain, laying down the context of the club and its patrons, the rules about don’t ask don’t tell, the idea of confidentiality. Eve made a point of stressing that some of the people around them had big jobs, families, children.

“It doesn’t cost you any money to get into the Lost and Found,” she concluded, “But there is a price of admission, and it’s a high one. People’s lives could be wrecked if others knew something as trivial as the fact they were seen here. Careers, family. Confidentiality is the price.”

Eve paused, then indicated the door. “There’s them,” she said, “And there’s us. You get it?”

Silently, Cassie nodded. Eve raised her glass and chinked it against Cassie’s.

“Welcome. One less of them. One more of us,” she said and turned. “Hello.”

Cassie followed her gaze, turning to see a tall, dignified woman in an elegant blouse of dark blue silk had appeared behind her. Her hair was long and white, caught up neatly in a ponytail, clear of an older, strikingly beautiful face. Pale blue eyes flicked from Eve to Cassie. Her perfectly made-up lips curled into a smile.

“Hello Eve.”

Eve shifted in her seat and Cassie realised that her previously loquacious companion was now a little uncomfortable in the presence of this impressive newcomer. She cleared her throat.