You are walking down the beach watching the waves as they roll in. I am lying on a towel letting the sun dry me off. You are watching the waves instead of where you are walking. As you are walking along you trip over me. You land on the sand and I jump up to help you up and make sure you are not hurt. I help you get to your feet and brush off the sand. Your bag dumps out so I got down and pick it all up for you helping you get it back in your bag.

You put your arms around me to kiss me and say thank you and tell me you are sorry for tripping over me. I thank you for the kiss and ask if I can walk along with you. You tell me it would be fine so I grab my towel and take you by the hand. We walk down the beach talking about different things. We decide to spread my towel out and sit down to talk.

Sitting on the towel you had to sit real close to me. The softness of your arm against my own is getting me excited. As the sun is going down I put my arm around escort bahçelievler you and you lay your head on my shoulder. I pull you up close as we watch the sun go out of sight.

We look around and there is no one but us left on the beach. I lean down and kiss you softly as the last of the light can be seen. The stars are starting to shine and twinkle in the sky. You slide your hand down my chest and my stomach.

You softly rub your hand over my erection. I kiss you with a tender passion as you untie my shorts and push your hand inside them. The feel of your hand on my erection sends my passion through the sky like a rocket.

I unbutton your shirt then push it off of your shoulders and unhook your top. Your breasts are amazing and I can’t believe we are doing this on the beach. I lean down and gently kiss your breasts all over. Softly I kiss and suck on your nipples.

Sliding my hand inside your bikini mecidiyeköy eskort bottoms I run my fingers down across your pussy. As I rub your pussy I slowly work my finger between your lips. Slowly I push my fingers inside you and move then in and out. Your juices lubricate my finger as I gently push in and out of you. Rubbing your clit with my hand I slide my fingers in and out of you. You’re stroking my erection and I struggle to contain my excitement. Moving my fingers in and out of you faster I press my hand harder against your clit. Feeling your clit getting harder I move my fingers faster inside you. You moan and tremble as your orgasm gets closer. Shaking and tensed your orgasm rocks your body.

I lay you down on the towel and remove your bottoms. You pull my shorts down and I finish removing them. I place my erection at your opening and slowly push inside you. Feeling the warmth of your pussy and your juices on my escort avcılar erection makes my desire stronger. You feel so wonderful it is amazing as I slide in and out of you. Kissing you passionately I slide inside you as deep as I can. I press against your clit each time I push inside you. Our passion and the excitement of us such passionate sex on the beach is out of this world. Our bodies begin to tremble as our desire is spinning out of control. We both start to shake as our bodies tense and we erupt in an orgasm together. The stars are streaking through our minds and exploding like fireworks.

I had never had this strong of an orgasm before. Totally exhausted and trembling I collapsed on top of you completely out of breath. We struggle to recover our strength and kiss very passionately. As we regain our strength we sit up and hold each other close as we kiss tenderly. We finally stand up and clean ourselves with my towel.

Slowly we get dressed as we continue to kiss softly. We walk back down the beach holding hands and stopping to kiss along the way When we get to your car we hold each other and kiss passionately. You get in your car and I start walking back to my motel. Along the way I start thinking and realize that I did not ever ask you your name.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head backwards on the couch. I took a deep breath as she took my cock in her cool mouth.

She rolled her soft, moist tongue around my head, licking up a large drop of precum.

She wrapped her luscious lips around my cock head, then the entire upper half of my cock, then three quarters, then my whole cock, until i could feel her nose poking into my ballsack.

My gad she was deepthroating me. I let out a low moan in pleasure.

I had never felt a sensation like this before. Waves upon waves of pleasure shot out from my cock to every part of my body.

My heart raced, my ears throbbed and my mind was numb.

I could feel her rough and slippery tongue swirling around my cock head inside her mouth, humming as she did.

My butt tightened and a relaxed repeatedly, creating an upward thrust of my groin.

I had to summon all the willpower I had to not cum. I did not want this to end now. Or ever.

She stayed there for a couple minutes, and then started to slowly raise her head.

Slowly, ever so slowly she continued upwards, keeping those beautiful lips tightly gripping my throbbing manhood and her deliciously rough tongue swirling around it.

When she reached the tip of my cock, she began to bob her head up and down, keeping those luscious lips wrapped firmly around my penis which was by now drenched with her saliva. Some of her saliva flowed down over my scrotum, creating a tickling sensation as it went.

I was in heaven, and my entire body spasmed with wave upon wave of pleasure rising up from my groin and radiating outwards to every part of my being, from the tips of my hairs on my head to the tips of my toes.

As much as I wanted to look at the beautiful scene in front of me, I was so overwhelmed with pleasure I just couldn’t open my eyes.

Until now she didn’t use her hands – just her mouth. But now I felt her hand slide slowly up my right thigh towards my balls.

This sent more pleasure waves through my body.

Eventually her hand reached where I hoped it would: my balls. She took them gently in her fingertips, rolling them around like they were the most precious gems in the world.

All the time her mouth and tongue kept working on my cock.

Once again she started a deep dive. Slowly, slowly her mouth descended down my cock, her rough little tongue licking here and there.

Down, down she went. I felt my cock head go past the back of her tongue and enter her throat, going deeper than deeper until her nose touched her fingers that were massaging my balls. Touchdown.

Again, she stayed there, giving me time to enjoy the sensations.

She switched from massaging my balls, to gently scratching them with her nails.

This caused by balls to tighten up, fatih escort making the fine hairs on it stand straight up and become more sensitive, which only heightened the pleasure this amazing woman was giving me.

I thought about how young and beautiful she was, and about those beautiful blue eyes, that sexy smile, that gorgeous body, those pert breasts that always poked out from the tight tops she wore to work.

Never did I expect it to come to this. But here we were, and boy was she talented.

After some time she lifted her mouth off my cock moved down to my balls. She cupped my sack in her hand and took one testicle in her mouth. She sucked a little too enthusiastically, slightly hurting it, causing me to twitch.

“Sorry,” she said, and continued licking my balls gently. All the time, her other hand stroked my impossibly hard cock, using her own saliva as a lubricant.

“You like that, Mr A? Feeling better now?”

“A little,” I said.

Earlier that day I was really upset about a deal that went sour, and I was feeling really depressed. I was really counting on it.

As I sat on the couch in my office, Risk – her name is actually Mariska but that’s what I called her – came in and asked if I was okay.

Of course I was wasn’t. This deal meant a lot to me. We had both put in a lot of work.

She sat next to me, put a hand on my shoulder and started to gently massage my neck. I was a little surprised, but didn’t stop her.

Sensing I liked it, she asked me to turn away from her, and began to massage my neck with both hands. She was really good, and I felt instantly better. But I also had an erection, which made me feel a little guilty.

“Where did you learn that, Risk?”

“I don’t know – just picked up some stuff on YouTube, and then practiced on my boyfriend. Whenever he is like, wound up, I use this to calm him down. This and something else.”

“What else?” I asked.

“I can’t tell. You’re my boss!”

“I’ll be cool. Do tell!” I prompted her, even though by now I had a fairly good idea.

“Well, I read about this technique to calm a man by using my mouth on his thing. Whenever I tried it on my boyfriend, it worked wonders.”

“Maybe that’s what I need right now,” I muttered under my breath.

“I don’t mind if you’re cool with it.”

“Huh?”

“You said that’s what you need right now, and I’m cool to give it a go, if you’re cool.”

“I didn’t intend for you to hear that,” I replied.

“But I did. And I’m still cool with it.”

Was this really happening? Was she offering to give me a blowjob?

“Sure! I really need to calm down. What do I need to do?”

“Okay, remove all your clothes, sit back on the couch, and close your bağcılar escort eyes. In the mean time I’ll lock the front door.

My office was this tiny pigeon hole at the end of the corridor in a nondescript office building. Only Risk and I worked there, and no one really visited the place because all the work was done online.

By the time she was back, I had removed all my clothes. Except for my best and briefs.

“Mr A don’t be shy. Remove those too. Let me help you.”

Once I was totally naked, she sat next to me on the couch and began administering her treatment on me.

Now, fifteen minutes later, here we were, my balls in her mouth, her little hand gently stroking my cock.

She suddenly stopped and smiled at me.

“This next part is going to blow your mind!” She said.

“Are you kidding?” I thought.

She knelt on the floor on front of me and grasped my ankles. Slowly pushing them upwards, she said, “I’m gonna need you to put your feet on the edge of the couch and stick you butt out a little.”

I did as I was told and felt a little stupid sitting there with my balls and ass just inches from her pretty face.

“Now relax.” She said.

She gently pushed my balls upwards towards my cock and began to lick them. She gradually moved up to the base of my cock, sucking, nibbling and biting gently.

Slowly she moved upwards until she reached the top where she licked up a puddle of precum from my tip and then took my head in her mouth, all the time still holding my balls up close to my cock.

Down, down, down she went. I felt my cock go past her mouth into her throat once again, until her chin rested on my balls. The feeling was indescribable.

Slowly she came up again, removed my cock from that sweet mouth and started to lick and nibble the underside of my cock, going down towards my balls.

This time she didn’t stop at my balls. She went past my balls to my taint and started to lick me there. My gad the feeling was so good I had goosebumps all over my body. My cock throbbed in her hand.

Up and down my taint she went, gently licking and nibbling.

And then she did something that nearly made me jump off the couch.

On one of her trips down my taint, she went too low and her tongue brushed against my anus. The feeling was like getting struck by lightning, except in a pleasurable way.

When my body twitched she giggled and asked what happened. I said she had mistakenly licked my anus.

“Oh, that was not a mistake,” she said, and went back to licking my taint.

Once again she went down, down, down. I knew what was coming, so I braced myself.

Slowly she approached my anus and then gave it a tentative lick – just to see how I’d fındıkzade escort react. Then she went all in.

She began to lick my a-hole with her moist little tongue, going up and down, around and around. Every now and again she pushed the tip of her tongue a little into my butthole.

How do I describe such a feeling? The combination of her licking plus the coolness of her breath on my anus was sending ripples of pleasure to every part of my being.

In some ways it was more powerful than having my cock sucked.

She took her time with this, slowly massaging my asshole with her tongue.

As great as this was, eventually I began to crave her mouth around my cock again. I needed release.

As if she read my mind, she slowly moved up to my taint, then my balls, then my cock.

As she did before, she slowly licked upwards until she reached my tip, where an even bigger puddle of precum awaited her than before, on the tip of my cock and on my belly.

After licking it up, she stopped, climbed back onto the couch, and asked me to lower my legs back to the floor.

My anus still tingled from her administrations earlier.

She lay her head on my tummy and took my throbbing member into her mouth once again.

This time she didn’t deeepthroat me, but took me in about half way, sucking and doing that delightful thing with that rough tongue, darting it all around my cock. Her hand was busy alternating between groping, massaging and scratching my balls.

It didn’t take long after that.

From the depths of my soul I felt something start to rise, like a volcano in the depths of the earth rising slowly upwards.

As it rose higher it gained momentum, spreading warmth throughout my body.

Up and up it rose, increasing in power, making my whole body numb with pleasure.

I felt the head of my penis begin to swell even more, as if it were going to burst.

Then, finally it erupted with all the force of a mighty volcano, straight into her mouth.

I gave out a loud moan as load upon load of my semen shot out from my cock into her waiting, welcoming mouth that was firmly locked around my swollen penis.

Wave upon wave of pleasure washed over me as I came with an intensity I had never felt before.

For a short moment I wondered how her mouth managed to contain so much cum, but then another wave of pleasure washed through my body and all thoughts were washed away.

Fireworks went off inside my head as she continued to suck the essence out of me for what seemed like an eternity.

Eventually, the waves began to slow down. Slowly, slowly the spasms subsided, and the flow of semen with it, until it came to a stop. I was spent.

Even then, she kept her mouth glued to my cock, as if hopeful a last bit was going to come out.

As my ability to think returned, all I could say was, “Oh my gad. Oh my fucking gad. What was that!”

With a little sucking sound she pulled her mouth off my cock, careful not to drip any cum. Then she swallowed everything, held my cock and gently kissed the tip.

“Feeling better now?” She asked.

The Subway train could not reach her stop fast enough.

Danielle was fucking frustrated. Her friend, Toshi had prohibited her from orgasming without his permission. It had been an easy promise to make at the time. The eroticism of such a tease easily exciting her at the time, leading to a very pleasant session with him. But as the days passed the promise became harder and harder to keep. The ache in her pussy never seemed to disappear. Her legs never seemed to cease fidgeting. She frequently awoke from a daydream to find herself rhythmically squeezing her thighs together and her thong soaked through.

As she gazed at her reflection in the window opposite her she relived some of those difficulties. That very morning she had awoken incredibly horny. Her hand resting between her legs, providing a very pleasing pressure to her pussy. Without thinking her fingers had begun stroking her lips. Her hips gently rocking in time with them. Then freezing upon realising what she was doing, and the danger of what might follow. She really shouldn’t play with herself. The temptation to go over the edge and have a good cum would be too much. She didn’t want to disappoint Toshi, or embarrass herself. But it had felt good, and it would have felt so good to continue. She was still quite confident she could hold it back if she wanted to. Her fingers maintained their pressure around her clit, and then, seemingly with a life of their own, slowly began to play again.

Her mind drifted into fantasies. Of naked bodies in a tight embrace, pleasuring each other. One thrusting his hard cock deep into her. Trying to stifle their moans of pleasure, not wanting to be caught. Seeing the reflection of Toshi’s ass in the mirror of the changing room as his thrusts became more and more frantic. As her orgasm approached so quickly.

Danielle came to her senses in the carriage. Sweat on her brow, thong soaked through, thighs clamped tightly together. She looked from side to side to see if the few other passengers had caught her in a compromised state. She was relieved to fin no one had appeared to notice. Although the idea that one of them had secretly realised what was going on and was saving it for themselves for a private moment sent a jolt of excitement through her.

Her pussy felt much as it had that morning. She had quickly thrown the blankets off her body and all but run to the shower after realising what she was doing. It thrummed. It begged for attention. And now, the rocking motion of the subway added to her frustration.

Fortunately, she arrived at her stop soon after.

She proceeded out the subway station to a busy street. As she walked to her destination, she tried to distract herself with thoughts of work, and the other more civilised things she might do over the weekend, including a party at a friend’s house. Inevitably such thoughts led to Toshi, a man who, until relatively recently, she had had a purely platonic relationship with. Being among the same friendship circle meant he was likely to be there too, which led naturally to thoughts of how they were to continue to hide the naughtier aspect of their relationship, which then inevitably led to thoughts of those acts themselves.

“Fuck,” she thought. If she couldn’t keep this promise she would likely have to endure his teases in front of their friends. He would give her knowing winks, or playfully give her mock stern looks, or make sly comments designed to be understood only by her. All of which would send blood rushing to her face. And he would exalt in her embarrassment.

No, she must stop thinking about such things. Especially when her current destination could also result in embarrassment if she wasn’t careful.

Standing in front of the salon, she took a deep breath and walked in to inform them she was there for her waxing appointment.

Toshi had told her that he loved her pussy. He said it was sexy and “just perfect”, so of course she wanted to show it off. The fact that she hoped seeing it completely bare would make him lose control also made her brave enough for what she had to do now.

Lying on the bed, her legs spread, she hoped her girl wouldn’t notice how excited she was. Akiko was a sweet girl who was usually perfectly professional when she had previously waxed Danielle’s pussy. “Fuck” she thought, as Akiko did the slightest of double ataköy escort takes to her aroused pussy when it was first revealed.

Danielle swallowed as Akiko administered to her, making polite chit chat as she did so. Asking questions about upcoming vacations and her hopes for the future. “To finally cum” her rebellious mind said in response, then reddened as she realised she was getting wetter at this simple thought. Akiko made eye contact and grinned. There was no way she hadn’t noticed.

Danielle couldn’t help but imagine what might happen next. Akiko might do anything, even use those lovely fingers of hers to get her off. Perhaps she might lean down and kiss her. And tug her top down to reveal her breasts and erect nipples. Danielle imagined herself gasping as the dark-haired Akiko licked and sucked her nipples, her fingers inside her pussy. She wondered if this girl would tear off her own underwear, hike up her skirt and then grind her pussy into her face. She would lick her and Akiko would ride her face until she exploded in orgasm.

Her face burning with these imaginings, Danielle could have sworn the girl’s fingers lingered longer on her pussy than they needed to. And that’s when the dark-haired beauty cupped her wet, now bare pussy and looked intently into her eyes. She spoke of innocent things, something about a cool beach in Thailand, but her eyes spoke of desire. If she did anything now, she would be entirely under this girl’s power. If she really did play with her pussy, there was no way Danielle could resist her. She would be forced to cum, forced to break Toshi’s promise.

And then Akiko stood up and walked away. Danielle audibly gasped as the girl removed her hand from her pussy. Akiko busily cleaned up her things, saying some things about the front desk and walked toward the door. Danielle’s mind was a mess, a mixture of shame, and disappoint within it.

“Take your time getting ready to leave, we don’t need this room for a while yet, so yeah … take your time,” then Akiko winked and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Danielle couldn’t believe this sweet girl had suggested what she thought she had suggested. She wanted her to masturbate her! To touch her wet pussy and make herself cum. Akiko would know exactly what she was doing right now, even if she wasn’t here to watch her, or play with her. And it was so hot. It would feel so good to finally get off.

But Toshi…

She had to stand up. Danielle paced the room, her pussy aching to be touched, to be brought over the edge. Her mind full of dirty fantasies, of Akiko, of Toshi … of Toshi and Akiko. With one hand she leaned against the door. Her other hand fell to her pussy. Perhaps Akiko was just the other side of it, perhaps she should invite her in. She strummed her clit. Akiko wouldn’t say no would she? They could have so much fun. Her fingers sped up. But she felt an orgasm building, and so quickly! Toshi might punish her. She had to stop.

With that, she quickly gathered her things, made herself decent, and rushed out the door. Trying to avoid the glances of the staff working there. Out onto the street, she kept her head down. Face burning red, mind full of confusion.

Through the crowds, down into the subway station she went, descending each flight of stairs wondering if anyone would be able to notice her state. Arriving at the platform, she swore that some of the crowd could. Arms folding, she tried to become unnoticeable from prying eyes, to disappear.

Tapping her foot impatiently, she tried to distract herself. Yet again her thoughts returned to the weekend. There was going to be a party. All her friends were going to be there, as well as some acquaintances she didn’t care for, but that was always to be expected. And of course, Toshi was going to be there.

Good food, good music, a few drinks and general fun would improve her mood. And, of course, Toshi could finally make her cum. The thought made her feel giddy.

With this daydream in mind, she hurriedly pushed into the carriage as the doors opened. Quickly grabbing a free seat, she indulged in the fantasy of her relief. She bore the frustration caused by the rocking train and the awkward glances of its passengers wondering at how he would let her cum. As each stop passed, those ideas şişli escort turned into plans. She would guide him to a secluded corner, then tease his cock with her hand. Rip of his shirt and run her hands over his chest. Make him desire her so that he would lift her skirt, slide her thong to one side and slide his hard cock into her. Then, as they fucked in some empty room, they would cum together. He wouldn’t even be able to give her permission, it would happen quite naturally. If she could just control it until the party she would be fine.

Every morning until that day after was still a struggle. She awoke incredibly horny. Vestiges of the previous night’s sex dreams would remain in her mind. Sometimes they would mix with the memories of her previous sexual encounters to create a confusing haze of sexual images that haunted for the remainder of her day. Yet still she resisted cumming.

Not that it was easy. Several times she almost had an accident in the shower. The water proving to be too pleasurable on her sensitive clit. There was even one late night occasion where she was so into touching her smooth pussy that she failed to even care that she was about to go over the edge and orgasm. Fortunately, a sudden and unexpected call from her sister saved her from ruining her promised abstention from cumming.

It was tough, but the day of the party finally arrived. Work had dragged by, each tick of the clock seemingly taking longer than the last. Every journey she had had to take had seemed torturous. With every conversation, she had felt a danger of being discovered. She had been a mess. But today was the day.

“Looking forward to tonight? ;)” Toshi had messaged her. Bastard. Tease.

This day passed easier than the previous week. The knowledge that her desire to cum would be satisfied clearly influenced her body. Not that she didn’t constantly have to suffer jolts of excitement as she contemplated her relief, nor did she refrain from occasionally pleasuring herself when she found a moment to, but she felt like controlling her urges until the night was now a certainty.

She decided to wear a sleek, sexy black dress with knee high boots. A little out there for what she usually wore, but she felt it was worth it. The sexier she was to Toshi, the faster she could entice him to let her cum.

Danielle arrived at the party. She greeted the hosts, said hello to the people she saw and, as subtly as she could, glance around to see if she could see Toshi. She couldn’t. “Fuck” she thought. Danielle asked around to see if anybody had seen Toshi. Only Mike could tell her anything useful.

“Yeah I saw him earlier in the Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden, he seemed in a hurry though. Said he probably wouldn’t be able to make it here tonight.”

“Fuck” she replied. After this elicited a raised eyebrow from Mike, she quickly had to think of some bullshit excuse why she had had that reaction. Doubtful that she was believed, she made a further set of excuses and all but fled to another area of the party.

She seriously considered finding a quiet room to finish herself off in. But decided against it. There was still a chance he might show up, and she was still a little afraid of what he might do if she failed.

The party progressed, drinks were drunk. Still Toshi remained absent. She found herself talking to someone new in a hallway. A tall man with light brown hair, who seemed relaxed and funny. They flirted together and in her state, she found herself fantasising over him. She leaned against him and put her hand on his chest as they laughed. He touched her shoulder and slipped his hand to the bottom of her back. She wondered what his cock looked like, how it tasted. His hand slid further down onto her ass, her hand caressed down his chest. She thought about making him explode with desire.

And then they were kissing. His hand moved up under her dress but then pushed her away.

“In here” he said, gently pushing her into a bathroom and locking the door behind them.

But after he closed the door, Danielle took charge. She pushed him against the door and all but tore his shirt off. Kissing down his torso, she began unbuttoning his jeans. He gasped as she grasped his hard cock through his boxers.

This would be ok, she thought. This doesn’t count. bakırköy escort She noticed precum leak through his boxers as she stroked him. If she only made him cum, she wouldn’t break her promise. She looked up into his eyes with a wicked grin on her face. She could still have some fun.

She pulled his boxers down and marvelled at his cock. Smoothly spreading the precum around his head, she edged closer, and closer, until she was breathing on his cock. She looked up then licked his head. He gasped again. His hands rested on her head as she teased his cock with her tongue. She wrapped her lips around him and eased his cock into her mouth.

Then she sucked on him, her head bobbing faster and faster, enticed by the sound of his moans. Her hands grabbed his ass so she could take him more deeply in her mouth. Again, she increased her pace. The tall man began breathing hard and faster.

“Wait” he said, but Danielle wouldn’t wait. She was enjoying this too much, making him pant and lose control. “I want to- oh fuck” and then he tensed and exploded in her mouth.

He withdrew from her and, cum dripping from her mouth, she laughed.

“Sorry”, he said. Danielle just teased him in reply.

“You were too good … look, I really need to make you cum too.”

She thought about it. She wondered if she could hold back the orgasm. She could probably fake it if she wanted, to make it stop … if he was any good, of which there was no guarantee. But as she was thinking, he was already kissing her, biting her neck, undressing her. Soon she was naked.

He pushed her down onto the ground and then began kissing and licking down her body. Down her neck. Over her breasts, shuddering as he teased her nipples, down over her stomach, down to her inner thigh. There he teased her some more. Just licking and nibbling her inner thigh, making her already soaking pussy ache with anticipation. Slowly he worked his way to her pussy lips. Then patiently flicking his tongue up until it was touching her clit. “Oh fuck” she thought as his tongue danced on her clit. It felt so fucking good. He then pushed a finger into her pussy and moved it round to the time of the flick of his tongue on her clit. “Fuck” she thought, she couldn’t control her orgasm like this. She needed a way to control the situation before she fucked up.

While she still had some measure of control, she sat up and rolled him onto his back. She briefly considered leaving. If she fucked up, Toshi might punish her, maybe by spanking her or denying her orgasms further. Unfortunately, this only served to heighten her arousal. Danielle then moved up his body and sat on his face. She began to grind into him. This way she could control the pace. He seemed to enjoy this too, eagerly using his tongue as he could to pleasure her pussy.

It felt good. She increased her speed. She ground into his face and felt the edge coming all too quickly. She panicked a little. Toshi would tie her down and tease her pussy all day long. But it felt so good. So, she found a pace steady pace where she felt she could comfortably control it. Danielle was panting and sweating, despite her attempts, it was becoming harder and harder to hold back. Then, suddenly, the edge rushed through her, her body exploded into orgasm. Intense feelings of pleasure rippled through her body. She couldn’t contain herself, and let out a series of loud moans as the pleasure washed through her.

After panting on the floor together for some minutes, they collected their things, made themselves decent and re-entered the party.

Although bodily relieved, Danielle was still tinged with regret and guilt. But then why should she be? Toshi wasn’t here. Maybe he didn’t really care about the promise. Maybe she wouldn’t have to tell him about the fuck up. Maybe he wouldn’t punish her if she admitted to it. He wouldn’t tie her down, hold a vibe against her clit but take it away every time she came close to cumming. He wouldn’t tell her how much of a loser she was, or tell her not to fuck up again and cum. Toying with her pussy, he wouldn’t make her moan and beg to cum.

Eventually the party wound down. People went their separate ways. Danielle stumbled home, made herself a glass of water, undressed and threw herself on her bed. She fell into a deep, relaxing sleep.

But when she awoke, she looked at her phone to find a new message. It was from Toshi.

“Hey, sorry I couldn’t come last night. Something came up. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten about your promise though. That’s why I booked a special room for us at the Royal Park Hotel. So, have you been a good girl?”

Danielle froze. Cold sweat. “Fuck,” she thought.

Second installment to my first ever story submission. I have spent a little more time on this one so hoping its even better than the first. Hope you guys like it.

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Claire stood under the cascading water unable to move. She had her eyes closed and all she could see was his face, with his beautiful lips kissing every inch of her. She had just cheated on her boyfriend of 6 years. Not just with anyone though, but with him. All she had dreamed about for months was his hands on her body. This wasn’t just some one night stand situation. She had genuine feelings for him and they were growing. She loved her partner but tom gave her something new, something exciting, and they just had so much in common. She felt a twinge of sadness that she had betrayed her boyfriend but nothing could compare to what she had just experienced.

She didn’t know how long she had been in the shower when she felt tom up against her back. She loved the way he held her, so gentle but so strong. It felt like he’d never ever let her go, and she didn’t want him to. She could feel him, hard against her. He turned her around and smoothed her cheek. He thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, such soft skin.

He lowered his head and kissed her gently. Claire ran her fingers through his soaking wet hair and pulled him closer. Toms hands ran down her back and to her waist, he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him. He entered her slowly, this time the love making was different than before. At first they just wanted each other so badly they ravaged each other whereas now they wanted to explore each other properly and enjoy each other. He was bigger than anyone she had ever had and her pussy gripped his cock tightly and they made love till the water ran cold.

Time had run away with them and when they were both dried they realised it was quite late, tom had to leave but he promised they would see each other again çapa escort soon. They kissed goodbye and embraced tightly, and Claire spent the rest of the afternoon daydreaming.

A few days went by and Claire hadn’t seen tom but this was the norm. He usually only dropped off the kids one of the days during the week, and this was the end of term as well. So she definitely wouldn’t be seeing him for another couple of weeks. This made her sad but she was so sore from where he had been inside of her that she had a nice reminder of him every time she took a step. She wanted to message him just to see how he was but she knew he would be busy at work so she went through the next week and a half keeping herself busy.

Claire and her other half had bought a new car during this time and it just so happened that it was the same make as the car tom had but just a newer model so she knew he would like it. The new school term came so fast and before she knew it Claire was getting ready to see him again. She knew they couldn’t be close to each other, the way she wanted, but they spoke often anyway so it wasn’t weird that they were standing together. He whispered in her ear that he had missed her and had not stopped thinking about her since he had left her that day. She admitted she had missed him to. They walked back down towards the car park and he noticed Claire’s new ride. She joked that she would take him for a spin sometime and he said there was no time like the present. She blushed.

Claire couldn’t take him far as he would need to be home soon before his wife suspected anything. She only worked a couple of hours a week and tom often worked from home. They held hands while Claire drove but she could feel the leather of the seat getting wet underneath her. She really couldn’t help how he made her feel, hot and so wet. Tom noticed she was getting flushed so he asked if there aksaray escort was anything he could do to help. Before Claire could say anything toms hands were sliding up her legs. She had chosen to wear a loose dress today so he had very easy access.

Claire had not expected this at all. She had to grab the steering wheel with both hands and nearly lost control of the car. She felt dizzy and overwhelmed but in a really good way. Tom felt her lips swell and her pussy juice trickling out of her. She was so ready for him, so he pushed in one finger and she took a sharp breath, even his fingers felt amazing inside of her. She wanted to pull over but she couldn’t. He slowly put in another and another. He rubbed her clit until it grew to double the size. She came just as they got back to toms car. Claire couldn’t move and all tom could do was smile at her. He kissed her on the cheek with a little giggle and whispered in her ear that next time he wanted to taste her, and went on his way. Claire felt a quiver all throughout her body, she shook herself off and went home to clean up.

It transpired that the week after that Claire’s other half would be away with work for a night, and her daughter would be at a sleep over. She let tom know and he agreed that he could get away for a few hours. The first time he had come over she had felt nervous but now she just couldn’t wait for him to get there. This time instead of shaving completely she left a thin line of hair, she thought he might like it, and his voice was stuck in her head that next time he wanted to taste her. So she also used all her best body scrubs and moisturisers.

The knock came at 7. She invited him in and offered him a drink. They talked for a while, after all it wasn’t just sex they were interested in. After a couple of rounds they both started to feel a little tipsy, but instead of leading him upstairs Claire topkapı escort fetched a huge fur rug that lived in another room. She placed it in front of the open fire that was situated in the centre of the living room. She had always fantasised about making love to tom this way. She pulled him onto the rug and they knelt in front of one another. Tom ran his fingers down Claire’s neck and pulled down the straps on her top until her breasts fell out. He caressed them, looking at them closely like he wanted to remember exactly the way they looked in the firelight. He kissed them and starting sucking on the nipples making them hard, he pulled down her top along with her trousers. Claire was wearing blue diamanté and lace up crotchless panties. He liked them very much.

Tom laid her down on the rug and continued to kiss and nibble at her breasts. He starting moving down her stomach kissing every inch of her till he reached her panties. He undid them and slipped them off her body, he could see her juices glistening at him, he felt himself swell rapidly. He put his hands on her buttocks and he lifted her pussy up to him, he ran up and down her soft lips. She tasted like heaven to him. He teased her clit, flicking and sucking on it gently. he could feel her twitching underneath him. He brought down his mouth and pushed his tongue inside of her. Claire clenched her legs together and brought up her hips, her pussy was throbbing like crazy and she couldn’t catch her breath, she could feel herself climaxing, she thought tom would pull away but he held tight to her. He really did want to taste her. She cried out as she came, wet with cum and hot sweat. Tom came back up and he lay on top of her. He pushed his hard cock into her tight soaking pussy. In and out faster and faster, they panted together until tom exploded inside of her. They were covered in each others sweat and exhausted. They both just wanted to lay like this forever if they could.

They shared a shower before tom had to leave to get home, but it was getting harder and harder to say goodbye. This relationship was turning into so much more. There was always genuine feelings between the two of them but now they couldn’t see a future without one another in it. Where do they go from here.

NOTE: For those of you joining us for the first time, this story is a vignette from Rubirosa’s series “C*ck Star.” The chronicle focuses upon the private life of a public figure.

As the most accomplished porn star of modern times, SAMSON lives out popular male sex fantasies on a daily basis. This story recounts our hero’s youthful exploits as a lusty high school gigolo and championship bodybuilder by the name of LANCE LEO.

Lance has just turned 18. Like many seniors at Peoria Tech, he plays football, smokes pot, and dates cheerleaders. He listens to hip-hop but prefers heavy metal bands. He scored in the 38thpercentile on his SAT’s. His GPA hovers just below a 2.3. Lance wears Magnum XL condoms and is able to sleep with any woman he desires.

Only one female can tame him. High school valedictorian and martial arts enthusiast SANDRA KONG will stop at nothing to win his heart.

This is their story.

*****

“Spread your legs, babe,” said the star quarterback to the cheerleader.

Lance Leo was a man who got what he wanted. Today, the teen stud craved a taste of Tori. The busty blonde had a killer body that looked great in skintight jeans. And those jeans looked even sexier when they hung from a chair next to her bed.

The stallion-hung Casanova slapped on a Magnum XL. Tori lay and spread for him. He grasped her ankles and positioned himself between her legs.

“Are you ready for the ‘Lance Leo Experience’?” he smiled gleefully.

“Lance,” she mildly scolded. “Has anyone told you that you are really are full of yourself?”

“Yes, I have heard that. And soon you will be full of myself too.”

“I heard that joke last time we got together,” she retorted. “You need some new material.”

Maybe he did. But Tory had no reason to complain. The cocksman dutifully showed up she texted him for a booty call. The cheerleader broke up with her boyfriend (again) so he knew an invitation for rebound sex would be forthcoming. That’s how things worked with the other 11 members of the varsity squad. Lance had become their goto guy for getting it on when they found themselves between boyfriends.

In theory, an attractive homecoming queen had other options besides Lance. Peoria Tech boasted over 1500 students. However, Lance Leo had certain qualities that endeared him to the cheerleading squad.

“Oh, my GAWWWWD!” Tori cried out. “I’M COOOOOMMMMMMING!!”

Lance only had sheathed himself halfway into the jaws of his lover’s snatch. He felt the strong buzz of an ego-boost coming on. When you could make a girl climax this easily, how could it not go to your head? Nonetheless, Lance kept his wits. Having a big dick felt like driving a large truck that beeped when it backed up. You had to maneuver it very carefully, like parking in a tight spot. Lance knew just how to handle a girl like Tori. He slowly advanced upstream with short little love shoves so she could adjust to his size. Finally, his knob hit a barrier.

“Holy shit!” gasped Tori under her breath.

“What happened?” asked Lance. He knew exactly what happened but played dumb.

“You bottomed out,” she beamed. “Baby, do you have any idea how much I missed that?”

He barely had given Tori seven inches so far. But that suited her fine. Lance never met a girl who could take the whole thing. He always had as much cock as a lady secretly desired in her wanton heart. And when the teen encountered a genuine size queen, she learned to be careful what she wished for. Lance had been armed with a lethally seductive weapon that reduced even the most demanding vixen to a quivering mass of tangled limbs.

While Lance might have had to steer himself a bit more slowly into a woman, he never would have given up owning his monster truck of a schlong. Driving a big one was the best feeling in the world. Because after you slid into that tight spot, you could head out on to the highway. You started out slowly at first but the speed naturally accrued. And within a couple minutes, your massive piston would be pumping with the momentum of a 10,000 horsepower engine behind it.

Lance sensed the force and power of his heavy thrusts. They made a wet, raunchy squelching sound as he plowed into her. Tori stiffened and shuddered each time he hit bottom. Her eyes rapidly blinked as a second orgasm thundered through her body. Whatever tacit hostility she harbored against the promiscuous Lothario had been forgiven and forgotten.

The source of her forbearance was not difficult to identify. Lance could do things to Tori that other men could not. His lover writhed on the bed. Her heart pounded in her chest like a jackhammer. She cried out his name in breathless ecstasy. Whether or not she might see him again, no one could deny the intimacy of this isolated moment in time.

Lance also found their reunion inspiring. He vowed to ravish this beauty like no woman had been ravished before. That would be no small feat. The so-called ‘The Lance mecidiyeköy escort Leo Experience’ consisted of an hour of foreplay, followed by multiple hours of intercourse. The virtuoso guided his partner through a multitude of positions, seeking those that maximized her pleasure. Of course, he also took requests. So when Tori asked for doggy, Lance delivered.

She had been on all fours for nearly an hour when he sensed a vibration on the bed. It emanated from the front pocket of his jeans. The garment lay somewhere behind him. As he continued to pound Tori, Lance discreetly reached backwards to search for his phone. It took nearly a minute to find it.

“Where the fuck are u?” flashed the screen. The clock read 5:15. Uh-oh…

Lance picked up the pace and slammed full throttle into Tori’s snatch. His efforts pushed her into Orgasm

7. Normally, he would have been delighted by her noisy and enthusiastic response but the message disconcerted him. He tapped out a text while continuing to pound Tori at a steady rhythm. Multi-tasking proved difficult. He couldn’t type with one hand and his prick was deflating rapidly.

“What are you doing?” panted Tori, still recovering from her climax.

“Listen, babe,” he told her with as much contrition as a shameless playboy could muster. “I’m really sorry. I’m late to football practice.”

“Football practice?” she asked. “Isn’t today a Sunday?”

“Exactly. We gotta bear down for the championship,” he explained while swiftly pulling up his pants. It took him under a minute to dress. He had practice. Lance often had to make a quick getaway if someone’s parents came home when he was romancing a date.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me goodbye?” she asked. The orgasm had muted her annoyance but did not conceal it entirely.

Lance gave her a perfunctory tongue kiss before running out the door.

___

Sandra leaned against the side of her van. The parking lot of the library had emptied for the day. She looked at her phone for the tenth time in half an hour: 5:30. She thought Lance stood her up until getting his text a few minutes ago. Still, the message only stoked her rage to a jaw-clenching boil. Lance didn’t apologize. He just wrote, “Be there in 15, sugar.” Sugar! What a dickhead.

The Afro-Asian beauty did not suffer fools. With an hourglass figure and a triple-D chest, she invariably bent guys to her will. If any of them got cute, the black belt bombshell practiced her judo skills on their sorry ass.

Of course, Sandra’s propensity to violence had consequences. She already became known as the school psycho even before sending the captain of the wrestling team to the hospital. Next time, he would ask permission before putting his hand on a woman’s butt.

Her date’s motorcycle finally rumbled into the lot. Lance dismounted and walked toward her with a smug grin pasted on his face. Despite her angry glare, his manner betrayed no fear. Without breaking stride, he closed in on her for a wet kiss. Her head swerved to the left to give him a faceful of cheek to smooch.

Sandra normally would have slugged a guy for coming on that strong but his affection had not been discouraged in the past. Though she did not go all the way with Lance yet, they had experimented with each other. She had toyed with the idea of going further today but his casual tardiness infuriated her.

“Hey, babe,” he chuckled. “Something the matter?”

“You said 5pm.”

“Football practice ran late.”

“Don’t bullshit me. It’s Sunday.”

Sandra knew exactly what detained him. Lance stank of pussy and perfume. He wasn’t even trying to lie.

“Whatever,” she sighed. “Where’s your algebra textbook?”

“Huh?”

“I said I’d help you study for the exam tomorrow. Where’s your textbook?”

“Aw, damn,” he replied. “I think I lost it or something.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Sorry, babe. I thought the algebra thing was just like… you know…”

“A polite way of saying ‘let’s fuck.'” Sandra snapped, finishing his sentence. “No, if that were the case, I would have called you up and said ‘Hey, Lance, come to the library at 5pm so you can fuck me.’ And maybe you would have showed up on time. Instead, I just waited here half an hour to do you a fucking favor!”

Sandra was lying. Obviously, the algebra exam had been an excuse. She even bought Magnum XL condoms so Lance could fuck her that night. But the prospect both excited and repulsed her. Despite a strong physical attraction to him, Lance had been cursed with numerous deal-breakers that left her ambivalent.

First of all, the two of them did not share a single interest in common. They literally had nothing to talk about. Secondly, Lance was dumb even by Peoria Tech standards. What kind of a senior had to take remedial algebra? Thirdly, he cared about nothing besides women, weed, and football. Finally, Lance was going etiler escort nowhere in life.

Though the teen powerhouse excelled in athletics, he did not conform to the stereotype of a typical jock. Lance occupied an even lower rung on the evolutionary scale. He exuded a thuggish vibe with his chain wallet, long hair, noisy motorcycle, and streetwise manner. Had it not been for his stellar performance on the gridiron, the juvenile delinquent either would have been expelled or simply dropped out of school. As for Sandra, she had applied to Stanford and already charted out a career as a tech entrepreneur in Silicon Valley.

Yet none of this diminished her longing for him. Sandra struggled against this animal impulse but also grew to understand its origins.

First of all, Sandra liked men… in theory. She dug their strength and courage; the force of their muscular hips slamming into her body; the texture of their stubble brushing against her chin as they kissed. Blah, blah, blah… However, in practice, none of them measured up to her exacting standards. Sandra wanted to be with someone stronger than her, an over-amped alpha male that ferociously protected his mate. Right off the bat, that excluded 99% of men. Even the captain of the wrestling team proved no match for her. While Sandra may have pined for protection, she actually took pretty good care of herself.

In truth, Sandra did not want a man so much as a superman. She desired a genetically flawless heartthrob of almost comical proportions. Nonetheless, Lance came shockingly close to that impossible ideal. He towered over her at six-and-a-half feet tall. The teenage powerhouse already won bodybuilding competitions against grown men in their 20s. Every aspect of his physique checked a box on her secret wish list: a V-shaped torso, massive guns, eight-pack abs, and a round butt with ripped glutes. And then came the little details. He spoke to a woman in a panty-staining baritone that dripped with testosterone and confidence. His smoldering visage belonged to a shirtless heartthrob on the cover of a romance novel. And she loved those big, strong hands that roved all over her body when they kissed.

But what really moved her dangled below the belt. Lance had a ten-and-a-half inch cock. Sandra shuddered to think how much she obsessed over this sordid detail of his anatomy. The only reason she even considered dating Lance was due to the size of his penis. Sandra was a highly disciplined individual in her academic pursuits but she had been cursed with a voluptuous body that craved big cock. She wanted nothing more than for a savage manbeast to nail her ass to the bed with his massive fuck club. This primitive urge was utterly irrational and completely inevitable.

Sandra wanted Lance so badly that it scared her. And perhaps that fear explained why she kept him at arm’s length. Sandra’s momentary eruption of anger did not curb her desire in the slightest. In fact, it only sharpened the sexual tension that defined their unlikely courtship.

“Listen, babe,” Lance finally answered. “Maybe we could reschedule.”

“Yeah, whatever,” she told him coolly. “I gotta go. I have to prep for the SAT’s next week.”

Sandra already got a near-perfect score on the tests but that was the best excuse she could invent on short notice. She got back into her van without even a goodbye kiss. As Lance and his motorcycle shrunk in her rearview mirror, Sandra pondered her decision. Had she just dodged a bullet or turned down her deepest sexual fantasy?

__

“Why did she get so mad?” groused Lance. “I was only half an hour late.”

“Do you really need me to answer that?” Morgan asked skeptically as he followed her into a Victoria’s Secret.

Normally, Lance would never have met a chick at the mall. Visits to Morgan occurred in her bedroom. The playboy hooked up with the head cheerleader on Sunday nights. Along with hot sex, she always dished out a generous amount of gossip on the girls he banged that week. That’s why Lance really wanted to see her today. He wanted to vent about Sandra. And then fuck Morgan at a motel after she bought lingerie to model for him at Victoria’s Secret.

Unfortunately, his blonde confidante seemed distant tonight. In fact, her attitude seemed to border on hostility.

“Do you think I ought to apologize to her?” he asked.

“Maybe you should apologize to Tori,” she scolded.

“Huh?”

“You sort of hurt her feelings today. She said you skipped after getting your rocks off.”

Actually, Morgan bent the truth just a bit. She heard Lance made her come seventeen times before he skipped. The cocksman got away with murder because of his mad bedroom skills. Lance acted so brazen in his womanizing that no girl took him seriously anyway. The cheerleaders simply accepted him at face value. He was a gigolo that could be enjoyed as a guilty pleasure from time to time.

For kağıthane escort her part, Morgan enjoyed his company between boyfriends. He was shameless but refreshingly honest. And getting fucked by a stallion-hung Adonis definitely beat her vibrator. Nonetheless, someone needed to put him in his place.

“Lance, we gotta talk,” she began.

“Uh-oh.”

“A lot of people at school are talking about you.”

“What are they saying?”

“You’re getting a reputation as a ‘size king.'”

“A what?”

“A size king. That’s like a well-hung dude that actively looks for hookups with size queens.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Because you’re wearing tight pants to show off your package. It’s kind of pervy.”

“Babe, it’s not the pants. It’s the size. I just got really lucky in that department. Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.”

“See, that’s what I mean.”

“Huh?”

“You’ve got this preposterous sense of entitlement. It’s wearing thin. You are treating the cheerleading squad like your personal harem.”

Lance tried to restrain a smirk. He secretly loved the idea of a harem. His ultimate sexual fantasy would be to have a no-holds-barred orgy with all twelve cheerleaders after winning the state football championship. He had thought through his imaginary thirteensome to the smallest detail.

After beating the other team 72-0, a stadium-sized bed would be erected in the football field for Lance’s victory lay.

As the all-female crowd cheered him on from the stands, he would chuck his helmet to the ground, strip off his uniform, and climb on top of the colossal mattress. The naked cheerleaders would mount one another to form a human pyramid, wagging their asses at him in lewd invitation. And, over the next eight hours, Lance would fuck each and every girl into cross-eyed oblivion. The scoreboard would tally the rocketing number of vaginal orgasms he yielded from his team.

Lance wisely kept his lewd thoughts to himself. But Morgan zeroed in on his orgiastic ambitions anyway.

“And stop asking every girl you know for a threesome.”

“A what?”

“A threesome!”

“Hey, that’s a good idea. Would you like to try that?”

Morgan rolled her eyes.

“Listen, babe,” he countered with studied nonchalance. “I’m just helping a few bi-curious females explore their sexuality. Women in love can be a beautiful thing.”

“Bye!” Morgan replied abruptly before walking away.

Lance admired her ass as she exited the store and perhaps his life. His phone vibrated with a Tinder notification. He pulled it out to figure out his plans for the evening.

**

Sandra saw her court-mandated psychiatrist on Mondays. Dr. Joffe assessed the progress of her anger management skills since she beat up the captain of the wrestling team.

“I had sworn not to see him again,” his patient confessed. “But when Lance asked me for help on his algebra test, I saw no harm in meeting him at the library.”

Dr. Joffe looked at her skeptically.

“OK, fine,” she continued defensively. “I wanted to fuck him.”

“I thought we were making progress, Sandra,” chided the doctor. “You previously called Lance a ‘black hole of toxic masculinity.'”

“I didn’t say that. I said he wasn’t a pussy.”

“You also said your family would ‘lose face’ if anyone heard about your relationship with him.”

“That’s true but so what? Don’t you get it? I never wanted the violin lessons. I never wanted computer science camp. I never wanted tiger mother and father breathing down my fucking neck. I am me, not the ‘good girl’ someone else chose me to be.”

Dr. Joffe feverishly took notes.

“If you want to call that ‘teenage rebellion,’ go ahead. For once in my life, I’d like to make my own decision. Maybe Lance is not the safest choice or the smartest choice but, at least, it’s mine.”

“So you’re looking for a thrill?”

“I’m looking for an orgasm. And maybe it requires a bad boy with a big cock.”

“Did you not agree that your desire for ‘unattainable’ men derived from a lack of self-esteem?”

“Stop putting words in my mouth. You know damn well I won’t take any shit from Lance. If I ever dated him, you damn better believe he’d clean up his act.”

“And you think he would do that?”

“Yeah,” smiled Sandra defiantly. “You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m special, dickweed. Men like him are easy to control. And I’ll change him as sure as he is born. So don’t tell me I suffer from daddy issues.”

“So why did you hesitate?”

Sandra paused. She had trouble revealing the truth even to her shrink. Yes, Lance got her hot and bothered. The ‘hot’ part was cool. The ‘bothered’ part was not. She craved him so badly that it scared her. To use an old cliché, it felt like flirting with disaster. Could she control him? Probably not. Would he control her? Probably so.

Before daring to approach him, Sandra had stalked Lance for a month. The huntress studied her prey carefully. Tracking his movements with a GPS device planted underneath the wheel well of his Harley, she avidly followed his private exploits from the cab of her windowless van. He slept with a staggering number and variety of females: cheerleaders, emo chicks, teachers, exotic dancers, and cougar divorcees.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story is a work of fiction and contains scenes of extramarital and unprotected sex. If this isn’t for you, please move on. Comments are welcome, but try to control the name-calling and moral judgments.

*

“Walt, you’re going tonight, right?”

Walt turned from his monitor and looked to see his boss, Todd, leaning his head in the open door. He glanced at the clock: almost three fifteen. He hoped this wouldn’t take long; if he didn’t get busy, fast, he’d never get his end-of-month reports finished by quitting time.

“Going where, Todd?”

Todd stepped inside, glancing nervously around as though he thought he was being followed. He pulled the door softly closed behind him. “Not you, too, Walt, come on. It’s Frank’s retirement party tonight, you have to go.”

Walt’s heart sank, and it showed on his face. “Oh, no,” Todd told him, “you have to go.”

“Todd, I’m still finishing my EOM reports, come on, give me a break, as it is I’m going to get home late. I’ve been so busy, and with the trip to the coast…”

“Walt, you can’t bail on me. Jeff and Art already bailed, with some bullshit stories about kids, and graduation parties. You have to go.”

Walt motioned at the pile of paper on his desk. “Todd, I got all this to do, and really,” he lowered his voice, “you know I really don’t like him.”

“He’s retiring Walt,” Todd bargained, matching Walt’s lower tones. “You can celebrate. He doesn’t have to know that you’re glad he’s gone.” Frank was an old school guy, who hadn’t moved with the times. He still treated customers and clients like they were the enemy, had no problem cheating them, and trashed the company’s business relationships like refuse underfoot. Too many times Walt had been asked to go smooth things out with one of Frank’s accounts. “Go, have a drink and some food, toast him retiring, and on Monday he’ll be gone.

“I don’t know…”

“I’ll tell you what, you go tonight, and I’ll give you till Monday evening to turn in your EOM’s.” Walt looked at him, thinking. He had most of his calendar cleared for Monday; if he knocked out most of the report tonight, he could go to the party, and finish Monday morning, and have time for a another project he was working on that had fallen by the wayside. He considered.

“Please, Walt; don’t make me beg.”

Walt raised his hand. “Stop. Fine, I can’t stand to see you pleading. Fine, I’ll go.”

“Thanks, man, I knew I could count on you.” He grinned, and let himself out. As soon as he was gone, his head was back in the doorway. “Six-thirty, don’t be late.”

Walt grunted and didn’t look up. As he keyed in the figures from his sheets, he thought of what a shitty time he was going to have tonight. Most of the people he actually liked weren’t going. The party would be mostly Frank’s group, who didn’t like him but had to go, and all the part time and admin staff who never missed a free meal and open bar. He’d been looking forward to getting home only a little late, and hanging with Ronnie. After all, it was Friday night, and that meant sex, to kick off the weekend. Within minutes he regretted allowing himself to be bought off so easily. Frank was such a throwback, he didn’t even deserve a party. He deserved to be kicked out on his ass.

Still, he thought, that was one of the reasons he enjoyed working here. Even a shit like Frank Collins could keep his job. So if you took careful chances, you didn’t have to be worried sick that if something went wrong they would toss you to the curb. He finished the sheet he was working on and flipped to the next one in the pile.

The Bradelman account. He lifted the paper and looked at it. Things were really going well there. He could finish this year ten percent ahead if this played out, and he had Bradelman’s wife, Gloria, to thank for it. The guy was a complete ass, but his wife was sharp as a tack, and she had steered him in the right direction, behind her husband’s back. And that was after deep-throating his cock, and fucking her up against the wall. He allowed himself to drift into his memory, recalling that afternoon on the coast, her shaved pussy, her frank manner, her elegance and style. He felt his briefs getting tighter, and looked down to see his pants tenting. Fuck, that woman was hot. Not for the first time he recalled that she had hinted that she’d let him fuck her in the ass next time. As it always did, that image brought his erection to full staff.

He looked at the page. All he wanted to do was get finished, get home, and fuck Rhonda till she was blind. But no, he thought, you agreed to go to Frank’s party. I’ll be hanging out with a bunch of people you either don’t know or don’t like, he thought bitterly, pretending to be friendly and having fun, at a party for a guy you can’t stand, instead of laying the wood to my wife. Of course, thinking of Rhonda fucking brought memories of his last trip, and Rhonda sending that picture of her dripping pussy, and telling him the details of fucking the pool boy over taksim escort the phone while he jerked off. Damn, that was hot! He had saved the picture of her shaved creampie in his phone, but resisted the temptation to view it in his office; his dick was hard enough already.

For weeks they had skated around their agreement after Julie’s party, until the night at the restaurant, when the entire agreement had resurfaced in its entirety, as though they had picked up right where they had left off. As he recalled Mrs. B’s promise of anal sex, he now included a delightful memory of pressing his thumb inside Rhonda’s ass that night, as he pretended to be another man fucking her. She’d had a delirious orgasm, and he had filled her pussy, feeling her anal muscles pulsing and squeezing his thumb. He wondered if she might one day allow him to slip his cock up her back door.

Shaking his head, he realized that he was still holding the paper up, not seeing it, seeing instead a mix of images inside his brain, and his other hand was in his lap, adjusting his erection inside his pants. Setting aside his fantasies, he returned to his work, allowing his reluctant boner to subside, and resigning himself to pretend he was having a good time. He keyed the data, then flipped the page to the ‘done’ pile. He reached for his cell, and texted Rhonda.

SORRY. LAST MINUTE CHANGE, SHITHEAD FRANK RETIREMENT PARTY AFTR WRK, BE HOME LATE. LUV U W

He started keying the next report, and was almost done when his phone buzzed.

2 BAD. ILL WAIT UP? NEED SOME COCK 2NITE! XOXO R

He grinned. God, he loved her!

ILL TRY 2 LV ERLY. WILL LT U KNOW WHEN I LEAVE. I MISS YOUR WET PUSSY! :p

He had barely started when her response came.

MIGHT START WITHOUT U. FINGERS AT MY LIPS, NICE! C U L8TR!

He keyed the report absent-mindedly, thinking of his wife fingering herself, bringing herself to orgasm, imagining her shoving several fingers into her wet cunt, his erection returning.

The rest of the afternoon passed without incident, and he finished most of the report, leaving maybe an hour’s work for Monday. It was quarter to six when he stopped, and turned his computer off for the weekend, and grabbed his jacket. As he exited his office he realized most folks had left already; only a couple of account managers were still there. All the clerical staff departed promptly at five on Fridays. He made his way to the vacated parking lot and drove to the restaurant where the party was being held, bracing himself for a crappy night until he got home to Rhonda.

Two hours later he found himself leaning at the bar, avoiding Frank and his friends, surrounded by the Admin staff from Frank’s division, who were liberally enjoying the open bar. He knew most of the younger women casually, and they introduced the ones he didn’t know, including a slightly older woman, Linda, who was maybe in her mid-thirties. The girls laughingly toasted Frank’s departure repeatedly, and he realized that they had no fondness for him either. Linda seemed to separate herself from the younger ones, perched on her stool a few seats down from him, sipping a white wine where the rest of the twenty-somethings were drinking mixed drinks. He surreptitiously looked her over, seeing she was pretty well put together, and he caught himself stealing glances her way with increased frequency. A couple of times he thought he saw her looking at him the same way. A couple of the girls moved from the bar to go dancing, leaving him a clear line of sight to Linda, and he took a longer look at her, seeing her full figure, and his eyes travelled down from her face, taking in the details of her body; her full breasts not overly large, encased behind a buttoned shirt, her slim waist, and her long legs crossed at the knee, dressed in grey pants. Her dangling foot sported a heeled sandal, toenails painted. When he raised his eyes back to her face he saw her looking at him; caught, and she grinned a little at his embarrassment. She picked up her mostly empty glass and swung her legs out and stood, taking the few steps to him, and standing at his side at the bar.

“It’s Walt, right?”

He confirmed, and looked at her face. She didn’t seem upset. “Yes. Linda?”

“Uh-huh. So Walt, were you just checking me out?”

“Actually,” he said, emboldened by her frank question, “yes, I was.” He smiled at her. “And let me say for the record that I’m not sorry; you look pretty good.”

“Well, thanks,” she replied, leaning an elbow on the bar. “It’s hard to keep up with the young ones.”

He stole a glance at her chest, seeing her blouse open slightly, revealing a hint of white lace where the fabric pulled the buttons tight. It was a brief, but very interesting. “You needn’t worry,” he told her, “they’ve got nothing on you.” She smiled at him with a hint of satisfaction. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“It’s an open bar,” she laughed.

“Yep, you’re a cheap date,” he chided, and beyoğlu escort motioned to the bartender, who took her glass.

“Oh, so this is a date? So sudden!”

“It can be,” he grinned, going with her banter and enjoying it.

She looked down at his hand, motioning with her chin, a suspicious look in her eyes. “You’re married.”

He followed her eyes, and took his hand off his glass to flash his wedding band. “Yep. Happily.” He looked at her, and smiled again. “In fact, very happily. You?” He glanced at her hand.

“Divorced. Four years now.” She smile broadly, showing straight, white teeth. Her mouth was wide for her face, but her lips were full and sensuous, and her smile lit her face. “And,” she added, clinking her refilled glass to his, “happily.” He smiled back, and they toasted each other. “But I guess that means the date’s over,” she joked.

“It doesn’t have to be,” he hinted.

“Oh, please,” she rolled her eyes, “you married men, you think you can do whatever you want.” She turned to him, serious. “That’s how I got divorced, you know. The asshole thought he could do whatever he wanted.” She smirked. “You seem like a nice guy, and under other circumstances I might entertain the idea,” she said, “but I won’t be the reason someone else’s marriage breaks up.” She looked down at her glass, and her eyes went to the finger where her ring would have been. She looked up at him wistfully. “I was on the receiving end of that. I won’t ever be the cause.”

“Fair enough, Linda,” he said, “but you wouldn’t, believe me.” He put his glass down and turned to her. “I said I was very happily married. Part of what makes our marriage so happy is our arrangement.”

She rolled her eyes again. “Oh, here it comes,” she moaned.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Believe you? Are you kidding?” She put her glass down and took her arm off the bar, standing erect, a hand on her hip. “Do you know how many married men tell me that they have an arrangement?”

“No idea,” he said, a little flustered. He saw his chances slipping, but wasn’t ready to give in yet.

“All of them,” she said, turning back to the bar, leaning on both elbows. “Since I re-entered the dating scene, I’ve met so many married men who ALL say that their wives understand, that they have an arrangement.” She looked at him, a little hostility in her eyes. “They are so full of shit. What they really mean is that as long as she doesn’t find out, it’s okay for them to fuck around, provided their wife doesn’t ever try it.” She had an intent look as she turned to him, and he wondered if she really wanted to believe him. “They are such bullshitters.” She shook her head. “They couldn’t handle it if their wife did what they do, but they think it’s all right for them to shove their thing in any available woman.” She looked at him. “And they think that a divorced woman is always available.” Her lips turned up at one side in a sarcastic grin.

He looked at her, and his mouth slowly spread to an amused grin. “So,” he said slowly, “you don’t believe me?”

“No, Walt,” she replied sarcastically, “I don’t.”

“I can prove it.” He reached for his belt, pulling his cell from the holster, explaining. “My wife and I recently discovered that we each enjoy the other having sex with other people,” he began, lowering his voice, and leaning into her ear. “We each had dalliances, separately, until we discovered each other,” he confessed. “When we discussed it, we found that we were both very excited at the idea.” He sat back a little. “So we decided that as long as we’re honest with each other, we would continue.”

She turned to face him, her expression doubtful. “Yeah, right. I guess I’ll just buy that story, Walt.” She sipped, and looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Sorry, but I’m not convinced.”

“I can prove it,” he said, holding his phone out. “Last weekend I was away, and my wife did the poolboy.” She turned, her eyebrows raised. “Seriously. We had planned to call that night, and tease each other on the phone-“

“Phone sex? Really?” She grinned. “Okay, that’s cool.”

“But instead of talking dirty and getting each other aroused, she told me about her adventure with this young man.”

“No way. She told you about it?” Walt nodded. “And you’re all right with that?” Suddenly she seemed interested, and Walt’s predictions for success rose considerably.

“Better than all right. Look,” he said, scrolling his messages. “Here’s the text she sent.” He showed her the phone.

HERES UR PIC, U READY FOR PHONE SEX? I HAVE A STORY 4 U XOXO R

“That could mean anything,” she scoffed, but remained interested. “What’s with the picture?”

“I’d asked her to send me something sexy for our phone sex. She sent something a little more, ah, explicit.”

“Really? Let me see.”

“No, I don’t think so. It’s kind of nasty. Hot, but nasty.”

“Really?” She was fully interested now, it seemed. She’d finished her wine. Maybe that beşiktaş escort had something to do with it. “I want to see.” Walt shook his head, remaining firm. “If you don’t show it,” she said, teasingly, “it means you’re full of shit, like every other guy.” She motioned to the bartender for a refill. Walt watched as he poured, deciding. Linda sipped, and turned to him. “Well? What the deal? Do I get to see this supposedly ‘nasty’ picture?”

Walt heaved a sigh. “If I show you, you have to promise not to freak out,” he told her.

“Why would I freak out? What, I’ve never seen a sexy picture before?” She sipped. “Women watch porn too, you know.”

“Well this is…” he began, then shook his head. “Never mind. You want to see, you can see.” He moved to open the picture, and then held the phone against his chest. “But remember, no screaming or freaking out. I warned you.” He grinned and she nodded, waiting expectantly, leaning into him slightly so they could both see. He was aware of her shoulder pressing against his, amazed at how something so mundane could feel so exciting. “Here you go.” He turned the phone.

Her eyes widened, and her draw dropped. She turned to him, then back to the phone. “OH MY-” she started screeching, grinning wildly.

“S-Sh, hey,” he said pulling the phone away, but she reached for it. Walt looked around to see if her outburst had drawn attention, but no one was looking their way.

“Oh, my God,” she blurted in a hoarse whisper, “That’s your wife?” She pulled the phone closer, examining it, then turning to him, her eyes wider, amazement and shock on her face. “Oh, my — is that what I think — is that semen?” Her smile had taken on a conspiratorial slant, and her eyes narrowed. “She took this of herself after…”

“Right after, apparently,” he finished, and pulled the phone from her and put it away. “Then that night, she gave me the full story.” He grinned. “It was pretty hot!”

“Wow,” she said admiringly, “you guys really do have an arrangement!” She sidled up next to him, pressing more of her body to his. “So tell me, Mr. Walt With An Arrangement,” she said, leaning into his ear. “If we finish this ‘date’ together, will you tell her about it?”

He turned his head to face her. “Linda,” he grinned, “I can hardly wait!” She grinned back, and her hand snaked under his arm, pulling his shoulder into her breast. “As a matter of fact,” he said, reaching for his phone again, “I should tell her I’ll be home a little late.”

“You’re going to call her?”

“Nope.” He opened the phone to a text message, and keyed, then showed it to her before he sent it.

HOME A LITL LATER THAN EXPECTED. MET A LADY. GETTING SOME. HOME SOON WITH STORY! XOXO W

He pressed send as she watched, amazed. Before she could question or comment, there was a reply. He read it, and showed her.

U DEVIL! GIVE IT 2 HER GOOD. WILL WAIT UP FOR THE DETAILS! LUV R

“Satisfied?” he asked.

She put her drink down and scooped up her purse. “Not yet,” she said, leaning into his ear, “but I think I will be soon!” She held his upper arm. “You drive. My place.” She smiled softly, her eyes half lidded and wet. “Let’s go make a good story for you to tell.”

*

Several hours later Walt was letting himself into the house; it was after midnight. He had no idea if Rhonda was still awake, so while he didn’t sneak in silently, he didn’t call out to her, either. He quickly determined she wasn’t in the den, or anywhere else on the ground floor, and made his way upstairs, assuming she’d gotten tired and gone to bed. As he turned down the hallway to their bedroom, though, he saw the flickering blue glow of the television. Suddenly recharged with hope he called her name as he approached the door, and walked in to see her sitting up in bed, a huge pile of pillows behind her. Soft grunts and groans came from the screen, and he turned to see it was one of those late night cable films. He turned from the screen to his wife. She grinned at him.

“Well, thank goodness my dirty man found his way home!” she snickered. “I figured you’d be late, so I took a nap when I got home, so I’d be awake.” Her shoulders were sunk back in the pillows, and the covers were up over her breasts, just the top of her sleep shirt showing. Her legs tented the covers in front of her. He looked at the TV.

“What are you watching?”

“One of those awful cable sex movies,” she said. “Could you turn it off? I just needed to keep myself busy until you came home.” He walked to the side of the bed, taking the remote from the nightstand, and flicking off the set, wondering why she didn’t just reach out and do it herself. “Thanks, honey,” she told him, looking intently into his eyes, lips smiling slightly at the corners. “I started without you,” she said. He looked down, seeing her shoulders hunch and flex, her arms beneath the covers. She saw him looking, and gave a sly smile. He smiled back suspiciously, then slowly pulled the covers down. Her sleep shirt was pulled up to her waist, and two fingers of one hand were inside her pussy while the other hand rubbed slowly across her clit.

“Tell me about your date, Walt,” she cooed, trying to sound coy and sexy. “Tell me about what you did to her. I’ve been thinking about it for so long, wanting to hear your story. Was it good? Did you have fun?”

In most respects Chris was your average high school senior. He was rather shy, some might say a little aloof. He was smart, some might say a little nerdy, but he generally go along well with most kids at his school. He had sort of gone with the flow, being friends with most of the “popular crowd,” but not really being in the proper crowd. He just did his own thing. At 6 feet, 185 pounds, and fairly well-built, he was good looking, but admittedly not a hunk.

One area in which Chris was learning that he was not average was in his cock – and what his cock could produce. Mostly due to his shyness and laziness, Chris had not had his first real experience with a girl until this school year started. He had plenty of experience with his hand, though. While fantasizing about the girls in school, Chris would jerk off, often causing quite a mess of his bed. Chris was always horny, it seemed, and he found himself hard a good deal of the day, even after he had jerked off a couple of times.

Chris did not really think about what he had to offer the gentler sex until after his first experience. Chris had to work on a school project with Tracy. Tracy, socially, was, in a way, the female version of Chris. Friends with the popular crowd, but not in the “in crowd.” Attractive, but not one of the girls guys were falling over. She was a cute brunette, about 5’5, with medium sized tits and a firm ass. Chris had never really fantasized about her before, but when he arrived at her house on Tuesday afternoon to work on the project, he was immediately turned on by Tracy’s appearance. She opened the door wearing a tight white t-shirt that showed escort merter off her perky breasts, which, if Chris was right, did not seem to be constrained by a bra. She wore tight, cut off jean shorts which showed off smooth, toned legs.

“Hey, Chris. Come on in,” Tracy said.

“Hey. Nice place,” Chris said.

“Thanks. Can I get you anything to drink? My folks are out of town. Want a beer?”

“Sure,” Chris said, pleased with the unanticipated turn of events. He followed her into the kitchen and put his books on the table with hers. She got two beers.

“Want to watch a little TV before we get started?” Tracy asked. “Sounds good,” Chris replied, and watched her ass sway as she led the way to the den.

Chris sat on the couch and was keenly aware of how close Tracy sat next to him. As they watched TV, she seemed to get even closer, and Chris felt her hand stroke his arm. They talked for a while about random stuff, until Tracy turned slightly to Chris.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ll just say it. I don’t know whether you know or not, but I’ve always had a crush on you,” Tracy said. Chris was a little surprised, and, not surprisingly, at a loss for words. Tracy seemed to sense that she would have to make the first move, and she leaned in and kissed Chris on the mouth. Chris responded immediately to the female attention he had always dreamed of. Things became more natural for both of them, as their tongues began to probe each other’s mouths. Chris let his hands begin to roam over Tracy’s legs, reveling in how smooth they were. Tracy let her hands roam over Chris’s taksim escort bayan chest. Chris reached up and took Tracy’s breast in his hands through her t-shirt, moaning as he felt her soft mounds. Tracy moaned, obviously enjoying the attention. Chris became bolder, letting his hand slide under Tracy’s shirt and rubbing her bare nipples, which were now rock hard. Tracy moaned loudly and quickly ripped her shirt off. Chris stared for a moment at his first breasts, noticing how firm and perky they were, and how hard Tracy’s nipples were. Tracy reached up and brought Chris’s head to her mounds, moaning again as he took first one, and then the other into her mouth.

As Chris sucked on her tits, Tracy’s hand wandered further down his chest, and settled in his lap. She let her and slide over his crotch and squeezed. Chris heard Tracy gasp. “Oh, my god,” she said. Chris sat up, concerned he had done something wrong. But Tracy’s hand was still on his now rock hard cock and she was staring down with a look of complete lust and the prominent bulge in his pants. “It’s. It’s. It’s so big,” she gasped.

“Is that alright,” Chris asked.

Tracy looked up at him and smiled. “Of course its alright. It’s better than alright. It’s just…” she looked down and began undoing his jeans. She unzipped the fly and reached her hand in and, with a struggle, wrapped as much as she could around his hard cock and pulled it out of its confinement. “Oh my…” she moaned. Chris moaned as well, as Tracy began stroking up and down his cock. She just stared at it. “It must be 8 or 9 inches long, Chris,” she sighed. escort şirinevler She put his cock back into his boxers and then pulled his jeans and boxers completely off. As she did this, she caught sight of the enormous sack hanging just below his cockmeat. “Wow,” she gasped. She immediately began fondling Chris’ big balls in her hands. She was overcome with lust. She sat back up and began kissing Chris with wild abandon. Chris was in heaven as he felt Tracy’s tongue all over his. Her hands were all over his cock and balls, and finally settled into a rhythm working up and down his hard shaft. He reached up and resumed fondling her tits.

It was not going to take Chris all that long with this kind of attention. Both began moaning more and more. Tracy’s hand was now flying up and down his shaft. Chris broke away from the kiss and leaned his head back. “OH MAN, I’M GONNA CUM!” he yelled. Tracy jerked him off full speed now, and Chris felt the cum surge up his cock. “OHHHH!” he moaned as the first stream of cum exploded from his huge, swollen cockhead. It shot into the air and landed on Tracy’s stomach. It was quickly followed by an incredible torrent of thick, white strands of cum. Tracy continued to jerk his cock and moaned loudly, “Oh my god! Oh, Oh, Oh. You’re still coming!” Indeed Chris was. Ten, eleven, twelve shots of cum poured from his cock. As his intense orgasm finally subsided, he looked down and saw Tracy completely covered in his cum. It was all over her stomach , tits, shorts, and her hands and arms.

He looked up at her, but she could only stare at his dick. “That was the most amazing amount of cum I have ever seen or heard of. That was incredible,” she said, as she began rubbing his puddles of cum into her skin.

“Yes it was,” Chris agreed. He had found a new talent. One that would set him apart from the average high school guy. And the prospects were starting to make him hard again…

My ankles were bound securely with the red silk restraints I guess he knew I was in that kind of mood. He fastened them to the headboard leaving me plenty of room to squirm. At one point I even tried to keep my legs together by bending my knees in together in an effort to cover up. I always feel uncomfortable and so exposed when I am helpless to preserve my modesty. I did not want him staring at me but I did want him looking at me. My arms were still free at that point and I wasn’t quite sure what to do with them just yet it was sort of like only having one oar in the boat.

He lay on the bed on his stomach right at my head he played with my hair twirling it around in circles and continued telling me what he was going to do to me. When I would reach behind me so I could touch him he would tell me to stop or he would tie my hands too. Then he started kissing the side of my face and running his tongue across my neck I could hear that little snicker as he amused himself. He slid forward a little bit more and his mouth was beside mine he turned my head toward him and slid his tongue deeply into my mouth barely allowing me enough air to breath. His tongue was prodding deeper and deeper and sliding around and nearly exiting my mouth then back down again. I loved being kissed like that. He did not even object when my hands wrapped around his hair and pulled him deeper. He continued kissing me like that. Sucking my tongue and lips tasting them like they were candy.

I felt his arm across my stomach and he slid me over closer to him. He began escort bayan şişli gliding his fingers around my nipple moving closer with each circular path until he was squeezing it between his thumb and finger hard at first bringing a wonderful sense of pain. He placed his mouth over the other one sucking on it and the heat from his tongue was almost burning to my soft skin. Moving further down my body kissing and touching making me want him more. He was beside me now the full length of my body he continued kissing and touching my ankles, my calves, leaving moistness along my skin. I could not turn onto my side very well because of the restraints but I turned my body toward his and my mouth was so close to him I could almost taste him. Leaning over and pulling on his hips I could reach him. He was hard and I could see his need and wanted so much to take him in my mouth. My tongue wrapped around him and I tried to take him deeper and he pulled away.

He sat with his back leaning against the headboard now and I was totally exposed to him. He ran his hand up and down the inside of my leg slowly I wanted him to touch me elsewhere and he knew it but he didn’t. He just watched me watched my body my face he saw my fire. I saw him reach down and touch himself down close to his balls wrap his hand around his cock and move slowly up and down never taking his eyes off of me. I wanted to do that for him. He continued running the other hand on the inside of my leg this time he put a finger inside of me finding it wet escort topkapı and warm. He moved his finger in and out of me not touching my clit teasing me. He wiped the slickness from my body across the head of his cock and continued stroking himself.

Putting his head under my suspended legs he could easily now kiss and lick the inside of my legs he concentrated on my thighs. I really wanted him inside me now telling him so did not seem to affect him much. He was so close to me I pulled against the restraints pulling myself against his body until I was firm against his shoulder he just continued touching me. He told me to raise my hips off the bed and I did of course. He placed three pillows beneath me, which kept my hips up yet in a sloped position. He now had two fingers buried deep inside of me then three. His thumb was against my swollen clit now and moving across it making me crazy. I would almost cum then he would stop.

Now he was putting his body in place of the pillows. Lifting my hips high off of the bed he positioned himself sitting with his back against the headboard between my spread legs then I lowered myself down on him. He moved his cock back and forth across my clit and I rubbed against it. I wanted it inside of me so badly. I moved against him until I came. Feeling his hard cock still rubbing against me kept me wanting more. My legs were so far apart with his body between them like that I felt like I could split.

He lifted my hips up toward him, leaned over putting his mouth on me licking escort bayan mecidiyeköy my juices from me dancing his tongue across a still very aroused clit. Expertly darting his tongue inside of me until I came again I pulled his hair firmly driving him yet deeper inside of me. He sat up again reaching over and undoing the restraints then moved my body down toward the foot of the bed. Now he was on top of me. Kissing me. I tasted my juice from his mouth and tongue I could smell this musty treat.

He forced my legs back by putting them on his shoulders and leaning forward. I felt his cock slide inside of me easily and I came again instantly I could feel myself squeezing down on him like a hand. He began moving faster and faster driving himself, deep inside of me I could see the look on his face a look of hunger and need to be satisfied and he was consumed by it now. He held onto my hair and I could not lift or move my head. I found myself begging him to fuck me. To fuck me harder and to cum. His strokes deepened and quickened until I knew he was going to cum. I met his thrusts with my hips pushing and grinding against him. When I heard that loud groan I knew.

He moved off of me and laid beside me I curled up in the crook of his arm I could smell sex on his body. I held on to his semi erect cock now and felt the sticky moisture on it rubbing it between my fingers then tasting it. Then dipping my fingers inside I wetted them and rubbed it against him as he began to move with my hand sitting up now I watched him grow hard in my hand. His knees bend and his feet lifting him to meet my movements I knew by his breathing he was going to cum again. Then I felt his hot cum spill over the top of my hand and my throat and across my lips.

I lay back next to him he kissed me gently and wrapped his arms around me until I slept.

“And here we are.” the realtor announced as they re-entered the kitchen.

She was tall and curvy, drawing Jack’s eye away from the kitchen décor and instead to her ample ass.

“So? What do you think?” the realtor asked, with a knowing smile.

“I love it.” Jack said, meaning the house.

“Alright! So, sign here.” the realtor said with a beaming smile.

“Ms Mason I-” Jack began.

“Please. Call me Elizabeth. We know each well enough by now.” Elizabeth interrupted.

“Elizabeth. I can’t sign for the house without Allie.” Jack said.

“But she loved the house. You don’t need her here. Just sign the forms.” Elizabeth insisted.

“Elizabeth, I can’t I’m sorry.” Jack apologised.

“Look. Imagine how happy she’ll be when you tell her you bought your dream house. Those are serious husband points right there.” She chuckled.

She looked at Jack with striking blue eyes that implored him to reconsider.

She had flowing brown hair, pale unblemished skin and a perfect smile. She had an expression that Jack felt could turn to playful mischief in an instant.

“Elizabeth. I can’t. She’s my wife.” Jack said.

She turned away from him.

Jack despite his best intentions felt his eyes trace the curves of her form. She was wearing a white blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt with thigh high black stockings and black high heels.

She turned back to face him.

Jack admittedly liked having the undivided attention of a woman as beautiful as Elizabeth Mason, but as Allie and he hadn’t been intimate recently Jack could feel himself getting worked up.

“Ok. Jack. If you sign today and I sell this house, then I get a sales bonus.” Elizabeth explained.

“And the fact Allie isn’t here makes it easier for me to say. Since I’m getting a sales bonus, I feel it’d be fairer if you got a ‘sales bonus’ too. Don’t you think?” she asked innocently, but her eyes promised something that Jack knew Allie wouldn’t like seeing.

She walked towards him and stopped inches from him. Her perfume wafting in his nose. Jack was almost certain he could see the outline of a black bra under her blouse.

“Elizabeth. I am flattered but…” he said, before drifting off.

She thought it was cute how oblivious he was to his appearance. He was tall and toned with a trimmed beard and wavy brown hair. She liked his eyes though and was curious how they could change when he was a bit more ‘fired up’.

“As I said, Allie isn’t here, and you can take your bonus, it’s between us” Elizabeth whispered. She emphasized ‘take’ and ‘us’.

Jack thought for a moment. He knew one way this could play out. But he thought of another which was far riskier.

He stepped around Elizabeth, ignoring her confused expression and walked to the counter. He picked up the pen and signed on the dotted line.

He turned back to Elizabeth to see her surprised expression.

She stood motionless as he walked right up to her.

“Elizabeth. Could you show me to the master bedroom?” Jack asked suggestively.

A mischievous smile appeared on Elizabeth’s full lips.

“Of course. Right this way.” She said flirtatiously and took his hand in his. Her skin was soft with delicate fingers and manicured nails.

She led Jack through his new house. Her hips swayed with each step and Jack savoured every step up the stairs to the first floor.

He followed her into the master bedroom.

It was spacious, dominated by a king-sized bed with a black bedspread and two full length mirrors facing the bed.

“You need to be more relaxed in the master bedroom of your house.” Elizabeth said.

“What would you recommend?” Jack asked her.

“You need to slip into something more comfortable.” Elizabeth murmured and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Jack started untucking her blouse from her skirt and set to unbuttoning it. They looked at each other with sly grins, knowing exactly where this was leading.

Jack remembered Allie and paused in hesitation. Elizabeth registered this and having opened his shirt ran her hands up his toned torso.

Elizabeth’s hands across his chest and then drifting down to his waist prompted Jack to continue and he noticed Elizabeth’s chest. She had a far better figure than his wife at 34B-24-34, wearing a black lace bra that looked as natural on her as a Victoria’s Secret model.

He looked hungrily at her body and Elizabeth smirked to herself. ‘He hasn’t been with a woman like me. Well I suppose I am his ‘bonus’. Not the usual.’ She thought.

She opened his belt and dropped it one the floor. She unbuttoned his trousers dropped his zipper and pulled them down.

Barely restrained by his underwear was his long, thick cock. He was certainly excited to be here with her.

Jack had been tracing the curves of her hips through the pencil skirt.

“This feels amazing.” Jack sighed.

“You seem to be a fan of the material.” Elizabeth said coyly.

“Yeah. It feels great.” Jack agreed moving his hands towards her ass.

“Wouldn’t buy one for Allie?” Elizabeth asked, determined escort levent to test Jack’s resolve.

“No. I don’t think it’d suit her the way it suits you.” Jack answered.

Elizabeth smirked again.

“Well the inside lining feels fantastic. Want to see?” Elizabeth offered.

“Sure. Why not?” Jack replied and started pulling down the skirt.

Once it passed her thighs, it dropped to the floor and Jack took in every inch of her.

She wore a matching pair of black lace panties and a black garter belt that held up her stockings. Her legs were long and slender with a toned stomach that extenuated her full bust.

Elizabeth shrugged off her blouse, stepped out of her skirt and eased the shirt off Jack’s shoulders.

She dropped to her knees and licked her lips. Jack looked at her expectantly as she removed his shoes and socks allowing his to step out of his trousers.

She rose to her feet and looked over her him blatantly.

“I was surprised you signed the papers first. You could’ve just had fun with me first and then did it.” Elizabeth explained, as she absent-mindedly traced along his body with her right index finger.

“I considered it. But I thought that if I signed first I’d see how serious you were about my bonus. And this way it’s hotter.” Jack admitted.

Elizabeth felt herself get damp at his admission.

“Oh, don’t worry. Even if Allie were here, I’d have arranged a meeting with you to give you the offer. I don’t like sharing.” Elizabeth said.

She looked thoughtful for a moment.

“I think as master of the house you could be more comfortable.” Elizabeth commented.

“I think you may have the right idea.” Jack agreed.

Elizabeth kneeled in front of Jack and slowly pulled down his underwear, revealing his cock.

She leaned forward and almost reverently kissed the head of his cock.

Jack shuddered at the sensation. It was thrilling feeling another woman’s lips on his cock.

She kissed and licked it all over, teasing Jack expertly.

He groaned in anticipation and his right hand rested on the back of her head, buried in her brown tresses.

She looked up at him and smiled as she took his length into her mouth.

Her mouth was warm and wet, feeling exquisite wrapped around his cock. Her cheeks were caved in and her lips formed a tight seal. Her blue eyes looked up at him with an impossible innocence considering his entire cock filled her mouth.

Slowly she withdrew until only the tip was between her lips, then she took his entire length again into her mouth and throat.

Jack cursed with relief as she gave him the best blowjob of his life.

His hand rested on the back of her head, but she was entirely in control as she pleasured him adeptly.

After a few minutes of bliss his cock popped out of her mouth.

Jack helped her to her feet and undid her bra, letting it drop to the floor.

His mouth instinctively kissed her left breast and sucked on the nipple. Elizabeth sighed and placed her left hand on the back of his head. Her right hand began slowly working up and down his slick cock.

Jack switched between the two breasts, savouring the feel of full breasts that his wife did not have.

He drifted from one breast down her toned stomach and pulled her soaked panties down.

She was perfectly smooth, her lips already wet.

Jack looked up at her.

“This for me?” Jack asked smugly, indicating her smooth pussy.

“I had hoped that you’d take your bonus today.” Elizabeth admitted breathily.

Jack leaned in and inhaled the smell of her. It was intoxicating.

He kissed her lips, tasting her juices.

Elizabeth shuddered as she felt his beard brush her lips and felt him taste her.

Jack opened his mouth and stuck his tongue inside her.

Elizabeth gasped as her married client started lapping up her wetness.

Jack found her clit and started flicking it with his tongue while eating her out.

After a few minutes of Jack’s attention, Elizabeth felt her climax coming.

“Oh fuck!” she yelled, and her legs started trembling. Her left hand was pulling his head into her and right hand was braced on his solid shoulder, holding her up entirely.

Jack looked up at Elizabeth’s face contorted with satisfaction. He knew she was close and this spurred him on.

Jack looking up at her while eating her out was too much and Elizabeth came.

She moaned throatily, and her pussy flooded with cum. Her knees nearly buckled but Jacks’ hands gripped her ass firmly and pulled her pussy into him.

“Oh fuck!” Elizabeth gasped as Jack lapped up her cum hungrily.

She felt sensation return to her legs and Jack stood up.

She kissed him eagerly thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She could taste her cum on his tongue. She felt hornier as she tasted her own cum. ‘I could get used to this.’ she thought to herself.

They kissed passionately, hands running along each other’s bodies.

Elizabeth broke the kiss.

“How about we christen your bed?” She suggested.

Jack escort bayan ushered her back and she fell back on the bed.

“Do you have a condom?” Jack asked Elizabeth, hoarse with passion.

Elizabeth slowly began to wrap her long slender legs around Jack’s waist and gently pulled his erect cock towards her waiting pussy.

“I’m afraid I don’t. I’d say it’d be against company policy to stock a house for sale with protection.” she joked.

“Are you on the pill?” Jack asked Elizabeth as he began to lean down to her beckoning lips.

Elizabeth had her legs wrapped around Jack fully and more insistently pulled him in. She glanced down, their sexes were so close.

“No. But I don’t think you’ll mind.” Elizabeth promised breathlessly as she pulled him forward sharply with her legs.

Jack lurched forward, his cock sinking into her pussy up to the first two inches.

Elizabeth gasped, her mouth opening at the sensation. He was thicker than she thought, stretching her out deliciously.

Jack felt her wet, velvety pussy wrap tightly around his cock. There was no comparison between her pussy and Allie’s. Jack hadn’t been bareback inside a woman since he was a teenager. He had forgotten how incredible it felt. The fact Elizabeth wasn’t his wife added a thrill to the sensation that Jack appreciated.

Jack rocked back, his cock barely between her lips and looked at Elizabeth. She looked disappointed that he had withdrawn. Jack let her think that way for an instant, before thrusting forward. His cock buried itself up to four inches this time.

“Fuck!” Elizabeth exclaimed as his cock claimed more of her pussy.

She grinned as he withdrew and this time used her legs to pull him further inside her with his next thrust.

They repeated this, eyes never parting.

“You were right. I don’t mind that you’re not on the pill.” Jack grunted as he filled her pussy entirely with his cock right up to the hilt.

“Mmhmm.” Elizabeth sighed as he completed her.

They both paused, savouring the sensations of being perfectly joined like this.

“How about we test how solid this frame is?” Jack asked Elizabeth suggestively.

“I think that as a prospective buyer, you should trust your realtor when she says that the bedframe is solid oak.” Elizabeth began in a serious tone.

“But as a new homeowner, you would be remiss not to check if your realtor was being entirely honest, especially about something as important as the bed.” Elizabeth finished with a lustful expression.

Jack grabbed Elizabeth and while staying firmly inside her, moved up the bed. Over his new black satin sheets, until Elizabeth’s head rested among the pillows just below the headboard.

“I can watch you fucking me from those two mirrors and it’s so hot” Elizabeth said to Jack.

He remembered the two full length mirrors facing the bed.

“It’s like watching porn of us.” Elizabeth added lustfully.

“That sounds like a pretty good idea to me.” Jack suggested.

“Mmmm, well you can see what I mean if we change things a bit” Elizabeth explained.

“That too. But I meant porn of us.” Jack grunted as he started fucking her with his full length again.

“Well. That’s certainly something I’d do with you.” Elizabeth agreed and she began to use her legs again.

Together, the force of Jack’s thrusting and Elizabeth’s pulling was rocking the bedframe.

Jack hammered her pussy with his cock. Each thrust filled the room with their grunts of pleasure, flesh meeting flesh and the sharp impact of the headboard against the wall.

Elizabeth looked up at the man who was ploughing her forcefully. His eyes were filled with fiery passion. ‘He’s not married to her anymore.’ Elizabeth crowed to herself.

Jack felt his cum building as she writhed with pleasure beneath him.

“Let’s switch so you can see what I’m talking about.” Elizabeth said.

Jack bit his tongue and let her out from under him reluctantly.

Elizabeth crawled towards to the foot of the bed and looked back at Jack with a teasing smile.

Jack looked at her. Her ass was pushed up into the air, glistening pussy lips enticing him and her wanting expression was too much for him.

He took her hips in his hands and thrust deep into her waiting pussy.

She moaned huskily as he claimed every inch of her.

Her brown tresses were beginning to look dishevelled from the heat and the passion of their fucking.

Jack had to agree, the view in the mirrors was arousing. He could see every throe of passion on her face as he fucked her deeply. She was sexually ecstatic as he filled her more completely than any man had. She could feel her second orgasm of the afternoon coming.

“Jack. I’m about to cum all over your married cock.” Elizabeth cried.

Jack slowed his thrusting, instead trying to claim any remaining space in her tight pussy by burying himself deeper.

This had the intended effect of triggering Elizabeth’s orgasm.

She screamed with passion and relief as her pussy flooded escort maslak again with her cum. Her pussy gripped Jack’s cock exquisitely and he felt his cock become slick with her cum.

Jack ran his hands up her stockings as her pussy convulsed and Elizabeth rode the wave of carnal bliss.

She gasped breathlessly as her vision returned, she had never cum like that.

Jack started thrusting his cock into her dripping pussy again.

“Elizabeth?” Jack asked.

“Mmmm?” Elizabeth replied, still tingling deliciously from her orgasm.

Jack had never felt more turned on than in that moment. In the marital bed of his new house, having just watched he and his wife’s realtor climax from fucking her bareback doggystyle.

“I’m getting close. Where?” Jack growled.

Elizabeth roused, hearing that. ‘Hmm, this is an idea.’ she thought.

“Well my make up is just perfect today.” Elizabeth replied aloud.

She ‘thought’ for a moment, letting Jack thrust himself closer to climaxing.

“You can’t on my ass or up my back or you’ll stain my lingerie.” Elizabeth explained.

She could tell he was close now,

“So, I guess there’s only one place you can cum.” Elizabeth reasoned, her tone as if she had arrived at this conclusion.

Jack followed her implication. The part of his brain that remembered Allie and his wedding vows, which had been suppressed since he decided to sign the papers suddenly found a voice. The part of brain which relished every illicit moment with Elizabeth tried to quell his more moral conscience.

Elizabeth saw the conflict on Jack’s face for the first time since she had proposed his ‘bonus’.

“Jack?” Elizabeth moaned lustfully.

She had got his attention, now to convince him.

“Please. I need you to do it.” Elizabeth implored him.

He subconsciously had continued fucking her, but Elizabeth wanted him here entirely, like he had been since he signed the papers.

“Fill me with your hot, white, thick, married seed.” Elizabeth said sexily, emphasising each word and gripping his cock each time he withdrew.

Jack’s mind cleared at that. The part of his brain that had worshipped Elizabeth’s every curve had silenced the married part of his brain and spurred him on.

Jack hammered in and out of Elizabeth with abandon, feeling his cum rise.

She felt her own orgasm coming again.

“Jack. I need you to cum inside me before I cum again.” Elizabeth cried.

“If I cum then it’ll push some of your cum out of me, and I want every single drop inside me.” Elizabeth finished with a grin.

Jack was just about to when his ‘married’ brain put Allie into his mind. Jack looked down at the body of his lover, glowing with the sweat of their pleasure filled exertion. He looked at the mirrors. They showed a man flush with adulterous pride having taken a woman as beautiful as Elizabeth into his bed and a woman filled with satisfaction of having taken a man and shown him the pleasure of infidelity.

Jack plunged his entire length inside of her cunt and exploded.

He felt more cum shoot out of his cock than he could ever remember it producing.

Elizabeth felt his hot seed fire deep into her cunt. Her eyelids fluttered with pleasure as Jack proceeded to coat her womb with his cum. She ground her pussy back into Jack, not wanting a single drop to escape. His hands were gripping her hips tightly. pulling her towards him. He wanted his cum to stay as deep inside her as he could make it.

Elizabeth felt her skin was on fire, tingling with the heightened sensitivity of sexual bliss.

She became conscious of the ring on his hand for the first time. She smirked smugly at the realisation.

“What are you smiling about?” Jack asked her hoarsely.

“Mmm, I haven’t had a man cum inside me since I was a teenager, I forgot how amazing it felt.” Elizabeth sighed.

“Well I’ve never cum inside a woman, but that felt incredible.” Jack admitted and ran his hand through his hair.

Elizabeth was inwardly thrilled. He came inside her with no idea how good it would feel. And he had done that with her, not Allie.

“So, how do I compare?” Elizabeth asked Jack.

“Compare?” Jack asked oblivious, lost in the feeling of her cunt wrapped around his cock and having filled her with his seed.

“Me or Allie?” Elizabeth asked firmly.

Jack felt the married part of his brain begin to rouse again at the mention of his wife, But the part that had just claimed Elizabeth told him of the potential in this moment and perhaps with his better, if immoral judgement answered.

“Well, Allie is a better wife.” Jack began.

His hands traced up her thigh high stockings and gripped her tight ass firmly.

“But you, Ms Mason. You are certainly the only woman that I would take into my bed if I had my way.” Jack said slyly.

Elizabeth carefully lifted herself of Jack’s cock with a wet ‘pop’ and lay back looking up at Jack.

She took her right index finger and reached down. She scooped up the large drop of their cum that had managed to seep out of her pussy. She looked Jack right in the eye and sucked it right off her finger.

Jack felt himself stiffen again. His phone suddenly started ringing.

Elizabeth reached off the end of the bed and dug it out of the mound of discarded clothes at the foot of the bed.

Vicki’s Viewpoint Chapter 2

The clatter of the older Mercedes-Benz diesel brought me to peak through the curtain of my bedroom window. I smiled and watched as Mr. Schmidt went through his ritual. He placed his glasses on the dashboard; placed his wallet in the glove box and locked it; placed his cell phone under the front seat; and then examined himself in the rearview mirror. The routine was always the same. Moments later there was a sharp rap at the door.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Schmidt,” I said as I opened the door while standing behind it. “Come in, come in. It is so good to see you.”

“Ah, my sweet little angel, I like how you play hide and seek.” he chided with a laugh. “You know you are to call me Arnold.” The game had begun. He peaked around the door and reached out towards me. “Oh I see you have on my favorite robe. Thank you. Thank you. You are too kind to this old man. You always make my dreams come true.”

I grasped his hands, pulled him inside, and kissed him on either cheek. Before me, there stood a short bald man in his late seventies. He was dressed in a tweed three-piece suit complete with a gold watch fob across his belly and heavy brogue shoes. He handed me a small purple, plastic bag. It contained his regular donation, a small box of hand-made chocolates, and a yellow rose bud. His daughter owned a chocolate shop. The flower was from the garden shop he started over 30 years ago. He still spent some time each day there even though his son currently ran it.

I took the bag and placed it on the table by the door as I lead him into the bedroom. There I helped him off with his shoes and suit. I neatly folded his clothes over the chair by the window and placed his brogues at the side on the floor. As usual, just before he lay down on the bed, he gave me instructions on how to lay his tie over the arm of the chair. Once everything was in place, I turned to face him.

The site before me was comical. I bit my lip to ensure that I did not laugh aloud. There in the centre of my Queen bed was the wizened frame of Arnold. He was naked except for his bright red plaid boxer shorts and his black calf length socks, which were held up by garters. His arms stretched up to invite me and then he patted the bed with his left hand to show me where he wanted me to kneel. As I knelt beside him, he reached out and pulled at the drawstring of my silk robe. I allowed it to slip down my shoulders and expose my breasts to his view, but I did not remove my arms from the sleeves. His lips parted slightly and he smiled as he gazed at my breasts.

My hand deftly slipped through the fly of his underwear and found his penis. I curled my fingers around his flaccid member and began to massage and rub it. Arnold emitted a soft cough and a groan. I could fell his body relax and his cock begin to respond. I slowly increased my rhythm and pressure. I saw the muscles in his face begin to relax. His eyes closed and a smile spread across his face.

When I saw that his breath was coming in quick pants and that his leg muscles were beginning to stiffen, I quickly removed my hand. Slipping my fingers under the elastic of the waistband, I swiftly pulled down his boxer shorts to expose his now stiff and rampant dick. I re-adjusted my kneeling position and bent slightly forward so that Arnold had a better view of my tits. The final stage of the rub and tug had begun in earnest. Arnold arched his neck and his eyes widened. They flicked between my hand movements and the bounce of my breasts. His body tensed and Arnold emitted a series of soft coughs and grunts as ropes of thick cum splashed onto his belly.

The rattle and chug of Arnold’s diesel disappeared down the driveway. The entire visit, including the hot towel clean up and helping him dress, had taken less than half an hour. I retrieved the neatly folded bills from the plastic bag and placed them in the ice cream tub in the freezer. I could hear one of the decadent chocolate truffles calling out to me from the box. While preparing coffee and a snack of cheese, smoked salmon, and crackers, I indulged in a chocolate fix.

On my veranda, I laid back in my chaise lounge enjoying the warmth of the late afternoon sun my coffee and my snack. Through the screen of the patio door, I could hear my cell phone ring. I ignored it, choosing to pamper myself in the luxury of controlling my own time.

I had fallen asleep on the recliner on the veranda and was now in the bath removing the early evening chill and relaxing. Leaning back on my inflatable pillow, I watch the bubbles swim around my nipples that poked through the water like little brown islands. My submerged hands were delicately playing with my pubic hair and clit. I was enjoying the sensations when my cell phone rang. Out of habit, I had taken it with me into the bathroom and placed it open in the towel basket beside the tub. The number on the screen was not one that I recognized. New clients were always welcome. I dried my hands and picked up the phone. I could never relax for long.

The apartment, located in one of those quadrangle escort çapa complexes made up of a series of buildings, was hard to find. The numbers were poorly lit and difficult to read. I telephoned and received detailed instructions that took me right to the door. Before knocking on number 116, I quickly checked my outfit.

I had chosen a simple black, V-neck cocktail dress, red leather pumps, matching purse, and a red cocktail jacket. I looked very classy and elegant. When he opened the door, it was apparent from the expression on his face that my client agreed with my evaluation. Unfortunately, he was not equally chic.

“Welcome, welcome Vicki. I’m so pleased to meet you. I’m Terry.” Terry looked like the typical ex-college hockey player. A muscular six-foot fame was now going to pot as he entered his mid thirties. Bright steel blue eyes beamed through wire rimmed glasses and a broad smile painted his ruddy face with a combination of happiness and eager anticipation. Unfortunately, he wore a Budweiser T-shirt and blue jeans with tattered cuffs. Somehow, from his voice on the phone I had expected more.

Nevertheless, he was polite and his pleasant demeanor set me at ease. Terry’s apartment was that of a typical bachelor. It reflected his persona and my caution meter dropped into the free from anxiety zone. A collage of hand-me-down furniture bracketed a huge flat screen TV in the living room while the dining room furniture consisted of a simple wooden table and chairs. However, I was not there to issue the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval and we quickly took care of the monetary aspects of my visit.

The jazz music provided by his satellite connection played softly in the background. We sat on his couch enjoying the taste of an excellent Merlot. After a few moments discussing the music and the wine, the conversation turned to sex and his expectations for my visit. I began to rub his thigh, while he lightly massaged my neck and shoulders. This soon led to some serious French kissing and some gentle groping of my breasts. I was now on the clock. I subtly checked my watch. The hour countdown had begun.

I brushed my hand down his chest and suggested that we continue the party in the bedroom. As we started towards bedroom door, I asked if I could use the bathroom first. A clean sink and bath with fresh towels greeted me when I pushed open the door. I was impressed. I used the toilet; freshened myself up with a couple of sanitary wipes, and applied the appropriate dabs of gel and White Shoulders to the proper places. Following a quick check in the mirror and I was ready.

The bedroom was a design disaster. D‚cor highlights were an old chest of drawers, a series of NASCAR posters, a Venetian blind, and a queen-sized bed. Terry, naked except for his T-shirt was in the center of the bed. He was unabashedly stroking his cock. I placed my purse by the door and removed my kit bag. Then I twirled and strutted along the side of the bed and placed my kit on the bedside table. I began a striptease show and encouraged him to assist.

Terry took instructions well. Soon I was naked and kneeling on the bed beside him. I took what I needed from the kit bag and straddled his chest. Terry immediately began to massage my back and hip. I rolled a condom over his now hard dick. As I bent forward to begin fellatio, I felt his face push between my thighs and his tongue move against my clit. His oral manipulations diverted my attention from the taste of latex in my mouth. It was something that I did not enjoy but had become accustomed to and now tolerated. I began the mandatory bobbing and sucking motions and hoped that his tongue would encourage my actions. I made the appropriate moaning sounds and squirmed but his attentions did not last long before he pushed me aside and asked me to ride him while he played with my tits.

I bounced up and down and ground against his cock. All the while, I fingered my clit and moaned. I could feel his body begin to tense. I urged him to squeeze my nipples. The actions of his fingers were just enough to bring me over the edge. We came together.

Like a gentleman, he led me to the bathroom to clean up. Terry ran hot water over a face cloth and delicately wiped my slit as I leaned against the counter. He gently dried me. The feel of the terry material against my pussy was electrifying. I moaned and spread my legs even more to improve his access.

Terry responded to my encouragement. His tongue found my clit. It felt good. I grasped his head with both hands and guided him. Like a good boy, he followed my directives. “…Oh, lick there…Faster…Oh yes, yes…Oh that’s it, suck it…suck it harder…” I panted as I enjoyed several small orgasms, which seemed to flow one into the other. Then he penetrated me with his fingers while he continued to lap at my pussy. His fingers curled and found the thickness at the front of my vagina. His finger movements and a series of vibrant sucks on my clit brought me to another shuddering climax.

It took m a little while to regain my mecidiyeköy escort bayan composure and when I did, I realized my meter had run out. I softly cupped Terry’s face, bent down, and kissed his forehead. “Sweetie,” I whispered. “This has been fun, but if you want more I’ll need a least another half hour deposit.”

He laughed, rose from his knees, and went into the bedroom. I could here some drawers opening and closing and then he returned. “Sorry, I’m totally tapped out. I’ve had a great time but I don’t think I could rise to another occasion even if I wanted, he said with a sheepish grin.” We both looked down at his now shriveled penis and laughed.

Terry saw me to the door dressed only in his T-shirt. I rubbed his chin with my fingertips and kissed him on the cheek. I told him that it had been fun, let my hand fall from his chin, and slide down his chest. Then I said teasingly, “Don’t be a stranger, give me a call soon,” and playfully touched the end of his cock and fled the premises.

On the drive home, I realized just how tired I was. It had been a long day but profitable day. However, I was drained emotionally and physically. After a quick shower and a mug of hot coco, I fell into bed and slept soundly.

I rose later than usual the following morning, slipped into my floral silk robe, and padded in my bare feet to the kitchen. As I made coffee and prepared a breakfast plate of fruit, cheese, and crackers, I could feel that I was still tired. I turned off my phone and headed out onto the veranda to enjoy the morning sun. I rent a small cabin in a semi-rural area just on the outskirts of the city. The area is consists of a strange mix of hobby farms, vineyards, and rural housing. My home overlooks one of the largest vineyards in the area. This morning I watched as a group of workers hand thinned the vines.

The sun was warm and there was a slight breeze. I enjoyed my breakfast, the warmth of the sun, and the scene before me. As I sipped the last of my coffee, a strange, faint smell caught the attention of my nose. It was combinations of the ammonia from the henhouse of the hobby farm a mile away and smell of warm damp earth. Nevertheless, the odor stirred, in my mind, the image of a recent encounter.

It had occurred several weeks before. I had taken a needed night off and was treating myself to a glass of wine and appetizers in The Grand Hotel’s quiet Water Garden Bar. The Grand is one of oldest and best hotels in the city. The lighting low lighting and table candles, the quiet music, and dance of the water in the corner fountain created a warm romantic and relaxing ambiance.

I sensed his presence before I actually saw him. He was standing beside me and spoke when I looked up. “Sorry to interrupt, but I noticed that you were alone and wondered if I could offer you another glass of wine?” It was not the most original hit line I had ever heard but the delivery caught my attention. There was a glass of red wine in his hand and an open bottle of a very expensive Cabernet and another glass at his side. He was ruggedly handsome. Dressed in a dark suit and silk shirt open at the neck, he oozed confidence and sexuality.

I invited him to join me. He placed the wine before me and when the waitress approached, he ordered a plate of appetizers. He flashed her a knowing smile when she delivered the food and she let us lone for the rest of the evening. An hour of very pleasant conversation and several glasses of excellent wine followed. During that time, I learned that Steve was a former NHL hockey player who was now a sales representative for a vintage wine brokerage. He was at the hotel for a sales conference. When he asked me what I did, I opened my purse. As I handed him the card, I leaned across the table giving him an ample view down the front of braless cocktail dress. I maintained my pose as he read “Vicki’s Trulytaylored Enterprises…Occasion and Event Planning.” His eyes sparkled as he licked his lips and exhaled softly. “You can plan my event anytime…soon.”

Banter and laughter followed, but when the wine was gone, a silence grew between us. I realized that I was a more than a little tipsy and indicated that I should be going. I reached for my purse and my cell phone to call a cab. “Don’t go yet,” he said intently. “I have an offer for you. Tomorrow, I have to make a pitch for a fall wine festival. It’s my first big proposal and I get very nervous during presentations. Would you be willing to look at the plan and offer suggestions?” There was a twinkle in his eye, which did not match the sincerity of his request.

“Steve, I’ve had a long day,” I laughingly replied, “and my judgment may be clouded by the wine. Perhaps I should be going. Besides,” I continued, “I make it a rule, never give free advice. It’s worth nothing.”

He placed a hand on mine. The touch was electric. Then he smiled and pulled an envelope from the inside of his jacket pocket. “In here is a $500 gift certificate. I’ll exchange it for your advice.”

During the ride up in escort cihangir the elevator, we kissed passionately. As we walked down the hall, to his room he cupped my breasts and I groped his ass. In the room, his clothes quickly became a neat pile and he stood only in his bikini briefs before the bed. The large prominent bugle and growing wet spot indicated his excitement. I could feel my own anticipation growing.

My lips found his nipples. He groaned. My knees bent and I slithered my way down his body with my tongue and fingertips. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his underwear, with the intention of pulling them off with my teeth. As I drew the band towards my lips, I caught a whiff of something. It was neither a fresh male aroma nor the clean, sweat, delicious smell of sexual arousal. It was a pungent, acrid, rancid stench. He reeked and I almost gagged.

However, at this point, my fingers were actually around his cock. I found myself in a difficult position. Several solutions to my predicament flashed through my mind. Should I continue what I was doing and risk projectile vomiting as I attempted to slide his smelly cock into my mouth? Should I just politely toss him off inside his briefs in the faint hope of avoiding the dreadful stench coming from his groin? On the other hand, should I show my disgust, stop groping his penis, and tell him to go and wash it immediately?

My solution surprised me. It gives me little pride to describe what I did next. I promptly removed my hand from his underwear and pushed him roughly onto his back. I quickly climbed onto the bed. With my left hand, I hiked the hem of my cocktail dress up over my hips. As I straddled him, my right hand forcibly pressed against his chest. Then in a combination of anger and erotic frenzy, I dry-humped his brief-covered erection until I had an orgasm.

Steve lay on the bed passive and stunned by my erotic fury. It was obvious that he was not used to a woman taking control. However, before he could come to his senses, I sprang from the bed, picked up his suit jacket from the floor and ripped the gift certificate envelope from the inside pocket. As I ran from the room, I tossed the jacket in the direction of Steve’s prostrate body.

The sound of the diesel tractor and the voices of the vineyard workers startled me from my daydream. I felt a little guilt in the back of my mind, but the growing heat and tingling in my lower abdomen quickly replaced it. The daydream had made me horny.

I laid back in the chaise lounge and allowed the sun and my imagination to warm my body. I sat up looked about and down on vineyard below me. The workers were now trimming the vines by my driveway fence. While I could clearly hear their conversations, they could not see me lying on my veranda chaise. The angle of the hill and rose arbors around the porch obscured their view. I lay back in the lounger, drew up my knees, pulled at the drawstring of my robe, and exposed my nakedness to the sunlight.

My left hand found my breasts and traced circles around my nipples. Then I began to concentrate its attentions on my left nipple. I teased it between my thumb and forefinger. It hardened under my touch. Each movement of my fingers sent an electric tingle through my abdomen. The fingers of my right hand now played with the hair of my mound. I began to softly moan as my fingers tentatively explored the heat and dampness of my groin. I could feel the sticky wetness on my knuckles as I started to stroke my outer pussy lips.

I began to quiver as my fingers rubbed my clit. I worked its hood back and forth. Through my erotic haze, I could hear my involuntary pants and moans. My fingers curled and penetrated. They seemed to have a mind of their own as they worked in and out and tantalized the front wall of my vagina. My thumb found my clit. A series of throaty passionate screams leapt from my throat as wave after wave pleasure flooded over my body.

The loud sound of my voice startled me from my pleasurable manipulations and my dream like trance. Shocked by my wanton display, I bolted from the lounger, and dashed into the house my open robe trailing behind me and exposing my nakedness to the world. I could hear the shouts and laughter from the workers in the field below. It was then that I saw the humor of the situation and convulsed in gales of laughter as I bent over the kitchen counter by the computer.

When I finally regained control and wiped away the tears of laughter from my face I glanced at the computer screen. In the corner was the pulsing signal that indicated I had a new email. At first, I just wanted to ignore it, but curiosity overcame my desire to disregard the world around me. I opened the message. It was from Jim. It seemed hard to believe that only yesterday, Jim and Arnold Schmidt had nearly passed each other in my driveway. So much had happened in only 24 hours. It was only the day before that Jim was here, taken a series of photos, and set up my website for me. Now he announcing that he had finished “processing” the photos and was wondering when he could show them to me and add them to my website. I did not know what to say. I was pleased with the site as it was. What was there to change? However, I was intrigued. I quickly typed a reply. “See you tomorrow at 10. Bring the photos and wine. We’ll have some fun and work things out. Hugs, Vickie.”