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“Here you go, babydoll. Cabernet okay?”

I nodded and took the glass from him, motioning for him to come sit next to me in the little corner booth. I know it’s silly, but I couldn’t really bear to have him sit all the way across the table – not when he could be right there next to me, his arm around me, his thigh pressed against mine.

We both sipped our wine as he settled next to me and glanced at his watch.

“Nervous?” I asked him, smiling coyly.

“Not in the least,” he murmured in my ear. “Excited?”

I nodded at him and slid my hand under the table and onto his thigh. God, just touching him made my pussy wet, just sitting near him, just breathing the same air as him. He took my hand and slid it higher, to the crotch of his jeans, and rubbed my open palm against his hard cock. His eyes closed for a second as I squeezed his dick gently through his pants. I snuggled closer to him and whispered, “I can’t wait to have you inside me again, baby.” I can hardly be in public with him these days, I can hardly stand to have any clothes on when we’re in the same room. But we’d left the comfort of our hotel room about a half an hour before so we could meet our guest in the bar.

I was nervous, and I knew he could tell. His eyes kept searching mine as I swallowed more of the spicy red wine. He looked so sexy sitting there with his glass dangling from his fingers – his smile so sure, his eyes so deep and dark, his arm around me so strong and warm. I kissed him slowly on the mouth while we waited for her, remembering the hours leading up to this moment. I remembered seeing him in the lobby checking in earlier that day. I remembered how his eyes wandered up and down my body as I stood in the doorway, how they were just drinking me in, lingering on my legs in the miniskirt, on my tits in the tight little sweater, on my brown eyes as I gazed back at him. I smiled, and I went to him.

I always come to him, no matter who is visiting whom. I always find myself running across the street in traffic, or flinging my arms around him like a teenager, when we first see each other after these long absences. I completely lose my cool around him, and he knows it. So when I saw him in the lobby earlier that day, I ran straight to him and threw my arms around his neck, kissing him eagerly on the ear and pressing my body against his.

He took me back to the room and fucked me so passionately, he always does. The door barely closing behind us, he was already clawing at my clothes, pulling at my hair, and kissing me so hard I could barely breathe. As we sat pressed together in the booth, I couldn’t help but remember how he’d stripped me down to my lacy panties only hours before, how he pushed me to the ground and fed me his cock, how he choked me with it and made me gasp for enough breath to beg him to fuck me.

I took another sip of my wine and rested my head on his shoulder, then kissed him on the neck and the cheek, inhaling deeply. I love his smell, but this time when I inhaled I caught my own scent on his skin. My cunt – on his face, his lips, his chin. I moaned softly when I smelled my pussy on him, remembering how I straddled his face on that bed, how I rode his mouth and then spilled my cum down his throat. I pressed my lips against his ear and told him, “You know, I can feel your cum leaking into my panties, baby…”

His eyes trailed down my sweater to my skirt, as if he could see his cum dripping out of my pussy. “Fucking whore.”

“Your whore,” I answered back, wriggling against him as if I could get any closer. I looked around the bar for signs of her, but caught the bartender’s eye instead. He raised an eyebrow when I met his gaze, shook his head and smiled. This always happens with Rick and me. We make a spectacle of ourselves wherever we go.

“Why don’t I get some more wine,” he said, noticing that I’d finished my glass. I was a bit more nervous than I wanted to let on, but he smiled at me knowingly when he saw my empty glass. “You be a good little slut while I’m gone.”

I was feeling a bit warm and tingly, maybe from the wine, probably from him, when she walked through the door. I recognized her immediately from her photographs, and she smiled when she saw me sitting all alone in the darkened booth. She loosened her coat as she walked toward me, letting it fall off her shoulders to reveal her luscious tits and the pale creamy skin of her neck. I could practically hear my heartbeat and I felt my stomach drop a bit. She was even sexier in person than in her photographs. I got lost in the sway of her hips as she made her way toward me, her long tousled hair and deep hazel eyes, and such a pretty little şehitkamil escort mouth that smiled warmly at me. I couldn’t help but imagine her sweet lips wrapped around Rick’s cock as she approached my table.

“Joanna, hi,” she breathed a bit nervously, smiling and biting her lip. “Can I… sit next to you?”

I smiled back and nodded. I doubted that Rick would mind that she took his seat beside me. I gestured for her to sit. “You look…” my voice trailed as I struggled for the right adjective. I blushed. “God, I’m a little nervous, I guess. But you look, well, stunning actually.”

She grinned at me and leaned in to kiss my cheek. Her lips were soft as they pressed into my skin. I always forget how soft girls are. It had been such a long time. She inhaled deeply and kissed me again near my ear, murmuring, “God, you smell like sex already.”

I nodded and grinned, my eyes lingering on hers. “He just fucked me,” I confessed in a low, excited voice. “I was just telling him that I can feel his cum dripping out of my pussy right now.” I wriggled in the booth and recrossed my legs, just to feel the wetness in my panties rubbing against my cunt. She looked down and slipped her hand on my bare leg almost instantly. “I want to know what that tastes like,” she said. I put my hand on top of hers and slid it higher on my thigh. “You will,” I whispered in her ear.

Her hair smelled so good, it brushed against my face as I lingered near her neck, kissing her softly there, and again at her throat. By the time I got to her mouth I was overheating, I was lost in her smell and the heat coming off her. I kissed her softly at first, a little hesitantly, until I felt her lips open to me and her tongue meet mine. God she was so warm, so soft, I pulled her close by the waist and kissed her more ardently than before, slow but hard, searching her mouth with my tongue. I felt her moan against my lips and suddenly I could hardly handle being in public with her, even though we were in a secluded corner and out of most people’s line of vision. Suddenly I needed to just crush her with my mouth. I needed to be naked with her, I needed to know if she was soft everywhere, if her cunt was as warm and wet and sweet as her mouth was. I laced my fingers in her hair and pulled gently as I pressed my tits against hers. She was so good, this was exactly what I wanted it to be like. I don’t think either of us noticed that Rick had been standing at the table watching us with the wine in his hands until he took a seat across from us and jolted us from our kiss.

He was grinning when he slid the full wine glasses across the table towards us, his foot playing with mine under the table. “Well hello Melanie,” he said in his easy manner, smiling and openly leering at her, his eyes lingering on the top button of her shirt as it strained to contain her tits.

“Rick,” she blushed. “I’m sorry, I got a little carried away I guess! Thank you for the wine.”

We each took our glasses and let them clink together before taking a slow sip.

“So I see you girls have exchanged pleasantries already,” Rick joked. “You know, I think you nearly gave the bartender a heart attack — not that I blame him,” he said in a lower voice. “You looked very tasty just then, when you were kissing. Of course, I didn’t get a very good look all the way at the bar…”

I smiled and turned to her again. “Kiss me,” I said, reaching around her neck and pulling her close. She leaned in, this time more insistently, and pressed her lips to mine. They were wet, and they slid over mine so easily. I sucked on her bottom lip and bit her lightly, and she purred in response, drawing me in deeper, opening her mouth and letting my tongue invade her. I heard Rick moan softly. “Oh god, you’re such naughty little sluts. You’re making my cock hard…”

I groaned and kissed her harder, my hands tangled in her hair and pulling harder now, making her wince and cry out into my mouth. I wanted to get him so hot like this, I wanted his cock to throb with it, I wanted him to force us out of the bar and use us like little whores for his pleasure. I broke the kiss and turned to him. His eyes were sort of glazed over, he had an expression of pure lust, like he could just eat us whole.

“I need to get out of here baby,” I panted. “Forget the wine. Let’s go to the room, please?”

He nodded and so did she. She was breathing heavily and it was driving me crazy, watching her tits rise and fall. That button on her blouse looked like it would just pop right off. We stood up and Rick slipped between us girls, his arms slung around our waists as we walked to the elevator. I turned around and noticed the bartender watching us walk out, and I couldn’t help but smile at him a bit coyly. This was exactly it, this was what I’d been hoping for, and she was just lovely. I’d been fantasizing about watching Rick with another girl, and I so wanted to play with a woman myself. It had been so long, and he knew that I’d never şehzadeler escort really had a woman the way I wanted. He knew I wanted to take my time with her, to explore her mouth and her skin and her cunt. I wanted him to tell me what to do, to teach me how to pleasure her. And I knew that he would. He would tell me right in my ear while I knelt between her thighs, he would tell me how to spread her pussy with my fingers and fuck her with my mouth.

When the elevator doors closed in front of us, I kissed Rick’s neck and ear, whispering softly, “I love you baby… thank you…”

Melanie started nibbling on his other ear, both of us kissing along his jaw line and his neck, pressing our full tits against his chest, making our way to his mouth where our lips all met, where we each kissed the corners of his mouth before finding each other’s. Rick’s hands slid down our hips, cupping our asses, pulling us closer to him and each other. I wanted to just melt, to just let him handle us, maneuver us any way, every way, and I knew Melanie did too.

When we opened the door to our room, Melanie giggled at the condition we’d left it in. The sheets were crumpled on the bed and there were sex toys flung all around. There was my little vibrator on the nightstand and next to it, my feeldoe. “What’s that?” Melanie asked, pointing at it.

“It’s a toy I use on Rick,” I explained, picking it up and showing it to her. “It looks like a regular dildo, but really it’s kind of like a strap-on. This part goes inside my pussy,” I smiled, pointing at the bulbous end of the toy. “I can feel it rubbing my clit while I fuck his ass.”

Her eyes widened as she held the toy in her hands, and she brought it between her legs to see what she would look like with a dick. She moved to the mirror by the desk and turned to the side, admiring how it pointed out. “I’ve never worn a strap-on before,” she confessed. “But I think maybe I’d like to try one.”

Rick and I exchanged a knowing smile. This was going to be very fun. He knew I wanted to watch her fuck his ass with that toy later. He moved closer to Melanie and kissed her deeply, brushing her hair from her face. Then he whispered, “I want you to undress Joanna for me, slut. I want to see you both get naked while I stroke my dick.”

He turned the desk chair around to face the bed as we sat on its edge. My mouth watered when I saw him unzip his jeans and free his thick hard cock. I think Melanie’s must’ve too, because she leaned in close to me and said, “I wonder if it still tastes like your pussy,” right before she pulled my sweater over my head and exposed my tits.

I kissed her soft lovely mouth, fiddling with the buttons on her shirt. I loved how each button I undid revealed more and more of her pale skin, her soft tits, her luscious curves. She wore a pink satin bra under her shirt, and I started slowly rubbing her tits through the fabric. She covered my hands with hers, showing me how to squeeze her tits more roughly, and I felt her nipples harden against my palms. I reached over and undid her bra and she did the same to me, exposing our tits to each other and to him.

She looked so fucking sexy sitting there in nothing but a skirt and panties. She had small pink nipples at the tips of her creamy full breasts and she arched into my hands so I could feel their weight. I kissed her throat and her collarbone, licking and dragging my teeth along her pale skin, still kneading the flesh of her tits in my hands. I pushed her back on the bed, pinning her wrists to the mattress, and started licking in circles around her tits, underneath them, lapping closer and closer to her tight little nipple until I caught it in my mouth and sucked hard. She groaned and arched into my open lips, so I sucked harder, taking more of her tit into my mouth, flicking the tip of her nipple with my tongue.

“Oh God,” I heard Rick moan from his chair. “Use your teeth babydoll… make it hurt…”

I gently rolled her nipple between my teeth, and Melanie whimpered underneath me. I was getting so hot, I tightened my grip on her wrists and sucked her nipple harder until she cried out. She caught her breath and looked down at me. “More, please,” she panted. “Please…”

I groaned and took her other nipple in my mouth, moving back and forth between her tits, her little wrists still caught in my grasp, her back arched and her head thrown back on the mattress, moaning and whimpering as I feasted on her lovely tits. Finally she broke free from my grip and kissed me hard on the mouth, pressing the pale flesh of her tits against mine, her hard wet nipples rubbing mine and making me moan.

Rick got to his knees at the foot of the bed and slid his hands up our skirts. He groaned when he felt how I’d soaked through the lace of my panties. He pulled Melanie’s skirt up, rubbing her cunt hard through her pink satin panties. “Mmmm,” he smiled. “You’re so wet, Melanie. Such a naughty little whore… I bet you want to taste Joanna’s selçuklu escort cunt, don’t you.”

She nodded her head in response.

“I want you to taste her on my cock first,” Rick said, standing up so his dick was in line with Melanie’s pretty mouth. She licked her lips and pulled him closer to her, looking up at him with those sweet hazel eyes. She rubbed her mouth along the tip and then opened her lips to suck him inside. She moaned as he slid his length into her mouth.

“Mmm, do you taste her cunt on me, Melanie?”

She looked up at him and nodded her head as she sucked him deeper. He put his hands in her hair and held her in place, slowly fucking her mouth in long deep thrusts. He looked over at me, his eyes locking onto mine, and gave me a sexy smile, pushing his cock as deep as it would go inside her throat. She started to choke and her eyes welled up, but she took it like a good slut.

“You’re such a good little cocksucker, Melanie… Take my dick baby, take it…” He pushed harder and faster, fucking her face now, just using her pretty little mouth to get himself off. His cock was very hard now, I could tell every time he pulled out of her. I started to rub my wet cunt through my panties as I watched. She looked so good choking on his cock, taking it like a little bitch, her sweet lips wrapped around that thick shiny shaft as his balls slapped her chin. I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

Rick pulled his cock out of her mouth and she gasped for breath when he released his grip on her. “I want to fuck your cunt now, whore,” he growled at her, throwing her back on the bed, pushing her panties roughly to the side. He looked up at me. “Babydoll, why don’t you feed Melanie your sweet pussy while I fuck hers?”

I smiled and nodded obediently, hiking my skirt up as I positioned myself on the bed over her. I was facing Rick as I lowered my pussy onto her waiting mouth. At first she licked at my wet panties like a cat — with long, hard licks — then rubbed her tongue through the lace right at my clit. Her mouth was so warm, I started to groan and then grind myself on her face. I played with her nipples and closed my eyes, letting myself revel in the warm sensation of her breath on my panties, her tongue wriggling through the lace. When my eyes opened I saw Rick rubbing the tip of his cock along her pussy, his eyes on me. I watched his face as he slid inside her, violating her hot little cunt for the first time. She groaned into my mouth.

“Oh fuck she’s so tight baby,” he moaned as he buried his cock inside her, lost in pleasure. “Oh what a hot little cunt you have, Melanie…” He started to thrust, hard strokes, making her shudder underneath me. I looked over at the lustful smile on his face and I couldn’t resist leaning over to kiss him with Melanie underneath us. I pulled him close and sucked his mouth into mine. He moaned into my mouth and kissed me deeply while he thrust into Melanie, short, hard strokes, his balls smacking her ass.

Melanie pushed my panties to the side and tongued my cunt hard and deep. I wondered if she could taste Rick’s cum from our last fuck as she ate my pussy. I was juicing all over her face, getting so hot from watching this, from feeling her underneath me, from her sighs and moans buzzing against my pussy. I broke my kiss with Rick and turned my attentions to Melanie’s sweet cunt. I watched Rick pump her full of dick and reached over to rub her hard little clit with my fingers. She gasped under my pussy, and started sucking on my clit. I looked up at Rick. “Baby, god, she’s sucking my clit, she’s such a hot little slut!”

“Mmmm I think you should return the favor babydoll.”

I was so close to cumming, I could feel it bubbling up inside me, I could feel my cunt just leaking obscenely all over her face as she sucked my clit hard between her lips. I leaned over and started licking her pussy as Rick fucked it, trying to flick my tongue against her clit while he pounded her deep and hard. I licked his cock where it entered her and then sucked on her clit as best I could. I was getting so hot from this, I’d never done anything like it before, never tasted a man while he was fucking someone else, never felt cunt and cock on my lips in the same moment. Soon I felt her shuddering and writhing underneath me as I kept on and then she just moaned into my cunt, her pussy clenching on Rick’s dick, milking him, cumming all over his shaft and my mouth.

I wasn’t far behind. I sat up and ground my pussy hard against her face, rubbing my aching clit against her chin. She held me by the waist and pulled me down on her mouth, sucking my pussy lips inside, making me cry out. “Oh god, baby, now!” Rick pulled out of Melanie and stroked his wet cock hard, watching me moan and writhe on her face, soaking her mouth in my cum. I heard him groan, “Oh fuck, fuck,” and then he shot a hot jet of cum onto Melanie’s tits.

I love his cum, I worship it, I love how forcefully it shoots from his cock, how much of it he has to give me. As soon as the first stream of jizz hit Melanie’s luscious body I scooped some into my mouth with my finger. He kept cumming, soaking her stomach and her mound, his last few spurts coating her pussy in his cream. I leaned over her and kissed her neck, tasting some of his cum that had pooled in the hollow of her throat.

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Jenny was tired as she opened the door to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend. She had been working extra hours all week. She needed the money. Jeff, her boyfriend, had not given her his share of the bills for the last two months.

She and Jeff had been together for a year and a half now. It used to be fun. It used to be she and Jeff would be having some pre-party sex about now, as they got ready to go out on Friday evening. But that rarely happened anymore — either the sex part or the going out part. Tonight, that was fine with her. She wanted to lay on the couch in her pj’s. She was starting to wonder what it was she saw in him, anyway.

As she walked in, she was surprised to see he was already home, but instead of his usual spot in front of the computer, he was in the kitchen, cooking something. “Hi, honey!” His voice sounded a tad bit too cheery. She noticed the plate of sandwiches he was making, and several bottles of high quality booze.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“Oh, well, I’m having a few guys over for a poker game.”

“What!” she exclaimed.

“I know, baby, I was going to tell you, but you were already asleep last night by the time I came home.” Jenny rolled her eyes and pulled away from him as he reached out to rub her back. “I know I’ve been gone a lot, baby, but all of that is going to change, starting this weekend, I promise,” he told her.

She let out a sigh, moving away from him and toward the bedroom to change out of her work clothes.

“Come on, baby, be a trooper about this, and I’ll take you out to that new club tomorrow night!” There was a pleading tone to his voice.

“Fine,” she said, “I’ll be in the bedroom watching TV.”

“Well, you know,” he said, “you could come out and be sociable. These are really nice guys; I think you’ll like them. Matter of fact, maybe you could dress up a little sexy, to help distract them from their games.”

“Eh, no,” she replied, “I don’t think so.”

“Oh come on, baby.” He came up behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders. “You have those big sexy tits, you know you love showing them off.” His hands reached under her shirt to stroke her nipples through her bra. “They won’t be able to take their eyes off of you. Besides, you know I’ve had my hours cut back at work. We could use the money I win in this game.”

He continued to fondle her tits as he talked, slipping his hands into the cups to finger her nipples some more. He knew she loved getting her tits played with. Shit, she could almost come from nipple play alone. And she hadn’t come from anything but her own fingers in weeks.

“You have something in particular in mind for me to wear?” she asked him, giving in.

“Yes!” he said victoriously. “It’s laid out on the bed.”

Jenny took a quick shower and fixed up her hair and makeup as she wondered when he had started playing poker. She went back into the bedroom where he had laid out her clothes. Wow, that was her shortest skirt. She usually wore it with tights, but she didn’t see any tights laid out tonight. Just the high silver heels she could barely walk in. White button up blouse, white lace bra and panties.

She did look hot, she thought as she looked in the mirror, buttoning up the blouse. The skirt showed off her long tanned legs, and the lace of her bra was clearly visible under the thin white blouse. A bit sluttier than even she liked, but it made her feel sexier than she had felt in months.

“Oh yeah, baby!” she heard him exclaim from the bedroom door as she finished dressing. “That’s what I’m talking about!” He came up behind her, and put his arms around her. His hands wandered to her tits, and then to the buttons he undid, one by one.

“Um, honey, what time will they be here?” she asked.

“15 minutes. Just enough time for a quicky with my slutty girl.”

“Oh, now I just got dressed!” she protested weakly, as his hands slipped her tits out of her bra. One hand continued to twist and stroke her nipples, while the other wandered down to her skirt, pushing it up and into her panties to find her pussy already wet and ready to go.

“Mmm, nice!” he sorgun escort said, stroking her clit to make her even more wet. Damn, she was horny. It had been too long. He unzipped his jeans, pulling his hard cock out and rubbing it on her panties. “I need a good luck fuck, ” he said as he pushed her head down to the mattress and spread her legs wider with his foot.

She gasped in surprise as he entered her, fucking her roughly as he grabbed her hips for leverage. Oh damn that felt good. She could feel the orgasm approaching. She was almost there, and she needed it so bad.

And then she heard him moan loudly as he came inside her, quickly pulling out and zipping his pants up. “What the FU…” she started to yell, as the doorbell rang.

“Just in time!” he smiled, leaving her frustrated as he went to answer the door for his poker buddies.

Ten minutes later, she had cleaned herself up and calmed herself down enough to go back in the living room. Jeff introduced her to the three guys, whose names she promptly forgot, as he poured them all drinks.

The tall one with the blonde hair seemed to be the alpha male of the group. He was slim but muscular, very nicely built. The short one had dark brown hair and a beefy build, while the third guy was of medium height with silky black hair that went down to below his shoulder blades.

“Jenny, come serve the drinks, please!” Jeff called to her. She shot him a dirty look as she put the drinks on the serving tray he had already gotten out. “What?” he asked her, but she didn’t respond.

She handed the three drinks out — Long hair first, then Beefy boy, and finally Blondie. Blondie smiled at her and winked. “Thanks, beautiful,” he said softly to her. She smiled back at him and blushed.

“Let me know if you need anything else,” she told him.

“I’ll do that,” he replied, as his eyes moved up and down her body.

“Let’s get this game started,” Jeff called from the dining table, where the chips and card were already laid out. Jenny kept busy serving drinks and food, and flirting with the guys more and more. Especially Blondie. There was something about him she found deeply attractive. And the more she flirted, the madder Jeff got. Ha, good for him. That last, unsatisfying fuck in the bedroom had been the last straw as far as she was concerned. She was done with Jeff.

And Jeff, it seemed, was not having a good night at the poker table. His plan to have her dress up to distract the guys seemed to have backfired. Just for grins, she ‘accidentally’ brushed her tit against Blondie’s arm, as Jeff decided on his bet. Jeff glowered at her and Blondie grinned as Jeff doubled his bet. “Whatcha got?” Jeff asked in a low voice.

“Two pair, aces over tens,” Blondie replied.

“Ah, shit,” Jeff exclaimed angrily, as he threw down his cards.

“Hey, beautiful, you must be my good luck charm!” Blondie told her, as he raked in his winnings.

“Jeff, looks like you’re having another bad night,” Beefy boy told him. Another? Where would Jeff be getting the money to play poker with his reduced hours?

“Ante up, ” Blondie requested, as he shuffled the cards. Jeff put in what looked to be his last $20. “Ante is $25, Jeff, you know that,” Blondie told him with a gleam in his eye.

“Aw, come on, you know $20 is all I got!” Jeff said with desperation in his voice..

“Tell ya what,” Blondie said. “I’m willing to make a deal with you. I’ll front you the other $5, plus $95 more. ” Blondie turned to look at Jenny. “If,” he said, “your girlfriend serves us topless the rest of the night.” Jenny stared at him, speechless. “Oh, don’t look so surprised, beautiful,” he told her as she started to protest. “You’ve been rubbing those big tits on me for the last 30 minutes.”

“I have not!” she protested, even as she knew it was true.

“Jenny, can we talk in the kitchen?” Jeff asked her. She flipped her long red hair over her shoulder as she stalked away from Blondie, hearing his chuckle all the way into the kitchen.

“I have NOT been rubbing my tits on him! And even if I were, it would only be to süleymanpaşa escort distract him, which obviously hasn’t been good enough for you to keep from losing your shirt!” she exclaimed in one long breath. “The nerve of him asking me to show him my tits! Why didn’t you defend me?” she asked.

“Because,” he said, “that was the last of our money I just lost.”

“WHAT?!!! OUR money? You mean MY money? The money I was going to pay the rent with next week?!!”

“Hey, now, baby, all I need is a good run of luck, and I can turn this whole thing around!”

“What have you been doing with your time now that your hours have been cut?” she asked. “How much poker have you been playing?”

“You know, baby, that’s not important right now. The important thing is us getting our money back!” he begged her. “Please?”

She pulled away from him and went back into the living room, her mind reeling with sudden revelations. Jeff was a dirtbag. But she realized she really didn’t have a choice. Before she could think too much about it, she began to unbutton her shirt as she walked toward Blondie. Stopping directly in front of him, she slowly took off her shirt. The other two began to let out a hoot, but he raised his hand to quiet them. He waited expectantly, as her hands finally reached around to undo the bra. Her tits fell out of the bra and bounced free.

He smiled wickedly as he examined them. “Very nice,” he said. “Natural D-cups. My favorite.” And then he turned slowly away from her as he counted out the money to Jeff. “Let’s play!” Blondie exclaimed.

Jenny was surprised at how quickly she became accustomed to being topless in front of the men. At first they didn’t touch her, but after a while they became bolder, fondling a tit as she served them another drink. For a while, it did seem as though Jeff’s luck had turned around. But Jeff’s drinking increased as the men became more obvious in their fondling of her tits. She knew she should protest, but the truth was, it excited her to have them grope her, as much as it pleased her to piss Jeff off. She could feel her pussy getting wetter as the evening went on.

At one point, when he knew Jeff wasn’t looking, Blondie got brave enough to slip a hand up the back of her skirt, briefly fingering her swollen pussy. Jenny’s eyes widened in surprise , but she didn’t say anything. He winked at her again, as his hand pulled out of her skirt and quietly tapped her ass. “Hey, Jenny” he said with a mischievious look on his face, “ever hear of nipple shots?”

“No, what are those?” she asked him.

“Go get me two glasses of whiskey, the good stuff, and I’ll show you.” When she returned with the whiskey, she put the two glasses where he motioned, on the table between him and Long hair.

“Now,” he said, “dip your nipples into the whiskey…” She smiled broadly as she did what she was told, looking up at Jeff as she dipped her nipples into the whiskey, her long hair hanging down to the table.

Blondie and Long hair each grabbed a tit and put the nipple in their mouths, taking their time to suck the whiskey off. Jenny arched her back with pleasure. She could feel her pussy throbbing, the need for an orgasm almost overwhelming. Jeff glowered at her as he tossed the rest of his whiskey back and stormed off to the bathroom.

Blondie laughed out loud as he got up, grabbed Jeff’s glass, and headed into the kitchen. Jenny followed him.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, as he broke a capsule of powder over Jeff’s glass.

“I’m putting him out for the night, before he spends the rest of YOUR money,” Blondie replied. “And if you were smart, you’d kick his sorry ass out tomorrow before he takes you to the poor house. Now, make sure he drinks this!” he ordered.

Jenny was torn. She didn’t know what the powder was. She should warn Jeff. But after the way Jeff had treated her tonight, trading her tits for money like she was his whore, she guessed he deserved what he got. Without thinking anymore about it, she strutted into the living room with another set of drinks, making sure Jeff got the one with the talas escort powder. He didn’t seem in any hurry to drink it, though.

“Come here beautiful,” Blondie ordered her. “This is a really nice slut you’ve got here, Jeff. How much would it cost me to fuck her, anyway?” Blonde slapped her hard on her ass, and Jenny cried out in surprise.

Jeff didn’t say anything at first, but downed his drink in one long swallow. “Ah, she’ll fuck you for free,” Jeff replied drunkenly. “All of you — on the house!”

Jenny took a step toward Jeff with blood in her eye, but Blondie held her back. Jeff stood up and looked at her. “What you gonna do about….” he started, but his voice faded away as he slid to the floor.

“About damned time,” Blondie said. “Boys, take him to the bedroom.” Without saying another word, Blondie pulled Jenny toward him, kissing her deeply.

She whimpered as his lips moved down her neck and then to each nipple, sucking them gently at first, then biting each one harder until she made a noise that wasn’t quite a cry of pain.

His fingers moved to her pussy, which was dripping wet and swollen by this point, pushing her skirt up out of the way, and pulling her panties down. Still not saying a word he pushed her backward, lifting her ass with his hands so that she sat on the dining table. Another deep kiss, and he pushed her back so that she was laying down. He pulled her panties off, spread her legs and moved to her pussy, moving his tongue back and forth over and around her clit as she cried out in passion.

He continued licking her clit as his fingers moved into her pussy, fucking her with first two, then three fingers. She had been ready to come all night, so it didn’t take her long to get there. She came hard, reaching down to press his face to her pussy as it heaved up and down.

His pants unzipped and he was in her before she knew it, fucking her hard and fast the way she liked it. She closed her eyes and lost herself to the sensation, forgetting where she was, only knowing the incredible mix of pleasure and a bit of pain as he fucked her on the table. She cried out her orgasm as it approached, coming on his cock shortly before he came, too.

She laid still on the table, catching her breath, slowly realizing they weren’t alone. Beefy boy and Long hair. Of course. They had returned from depositing Jeff in the bedroom and were enjoying the show she and Blondie had just put on.

Beefy boy offered her a hand, which she accepted, pulling herself upright and off the table. “Oh!” she said. “I don’t know what…” She stopped as she realized his hands were on her shoulders, pushing her down. She looked up at him, then down at his hard cock and his pants around his knees. “Oh…” she said.

“My turn,” he smiled.

She didn’t even think about it as her knees hit the floor and she took his cock in her mouth. “Oh, fuck yeah!”, he said as she began to suck him. She reached around and grabbed his ass cheeks as he put his hands on her head, guiding her rhythm. She took more and more of his cock into her mouth, gagging as it hit the back of her throat. His hands tightened, grabbing her hair as he fucked her face harder and faster. It wasn’t long before he pumped her reward into her mouth.

Jenny gagged a little as she swallowed his cum, wiping the saliva from her chin. She blinked and looked up at the three men staring down at her, still a bit dazed from the hard use her mouth had just taken.

“Stay on the floor,” Long hair ordered her. She went to her hands and knees, knowing what he wanted. He entered her from behind, doggie style, grabbing her hair to pull her head back and give himself leverage to fuck her harder. Her third guy of the night — well, really her fourth including Jeff’s quick fucking earlier in the evening. This was beyond slutty, even for her. She ought to be ashamed, but she was only more turned on as he fucked her into another orgasm.

She stayed on her hands and knees for a few seconds after long hair finished up, not quite knowing what she should do next. Blondie’s hands grasped her arms and helped up into a standing position. “Damn, beautiful, you sure are a good fuck,” he said. “You’re mine, now, you know that, right?”

She looked up at him and nodded.

“That asshole doesn’t deserve a good slut like you. He doesn’t know what to do with you. But I do,” Blondie said, as he led her to the couch. “And I’m not done with you yet.”

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An Erotic Vacation – This is my story on how unexpectedly I had my first threesome while on vacation. A special thanks to CambriaRose and Marie Writer for their assistance in editing my manuscript.

I was absolutely terrified about what I was going to do.

My husband, Scott and I, along another couple had joined us on vacation in the Caribbean. We had just gotten back to the villa after our evening dining where we also had a few cocktails. I was wearing my little black dress that clung to my curves very nicely. This dress made me feel sexy and little adventurous. We were all on the deck of the villa enjoying the view of Caribbean and lighted pool below us, having a few more drinks.

Lana, Dan’s wife, excused herself and went to bed. She said she was exhausted from her day at the beach.

The guys and I were laughing drinking and having a great time. I suggested that we jump from the balcony of the deck into the lighted pool, which was about a six foot jump. That is what had me so terrified.

They dared me do it and said if I would, they would also follow me into the pool. With a little hesitation I decided to go for it. I slid out of my black dress, leaving my black push-up bra and g-string on. I glanced at the guys with a devilish smile, took a deep breath, and dove into the crystal blue pool.

Scott and Dan quickly shed off all their clothes and jumped. We played and splashed around under the moon and stars of the warm evening.

Enjoying the warm water of the pool and went to the edge and stopped. Very casually I unfasten my bra slipping it off to exposing my breasts.
Both of these men had seen my breasts before, but that didn’t stop them from staring. It was clear Dan and Scott were thinking about what we would soon be doing, and if they noticed the state of my nipples, hard and erect, they would have to know that I was thinking about it too. I leant back, letting my breasts jiggle, teasing them. They were both mesmerized, with their eyes locked on my breasts as I moved around in the warm water.

I dove under the water. After I surfaced again, I ran back to the guys and splashed water on them. Dan came rushing at me and picked me up and threw us both under the water. Our bodies pressed together as we embraced. We surfaced laughing, and I pushed Scott as hard as I could. It didn’t have much effect on him, but did almost push me over. Dan caught me from behind and helped me avoid falling over, and I finished up in his arms my breast accidently grazing his hands. I reached up and gave him a quick kiss on the check, pushed myself away, and dove under the water again.

We played like this for a while; chasing one another and pressing our bare bodies together. The guys took any opportunity to touch my body. I could feel their semi-erect cocks when our bodies pressed together. A few times I pinched their firm butts as I asked them to chase and catch me in the pool. It was very erotic even though we weren’t touching one another sexually.

I was suddenly very aware of their naked bodies and my nipples were becoming erect as we played about. I really enjoyed the feeling of two cocks rubbing against my body just inches away from my pussy and I was sure that they had hardened slightly since the last time I looked.

We were oblivious to the villa next to us because of the noise from the pool. A group of them were watching us from a distance. There was a sense of erotic mischief coursing through my body, similar doing something very risqué. It was like we were caught in our own little bubble of passionate play with an audience watching us. Yet despite the absence of secrecy there was intoxicating rush on being so closely watched by others.

I took a break and rested at the shallow end of the pool. Suddenly, Dan stood up to get out of the pool saying, “Let me go get our drinks from the balcony and I will also refill them.” As Dan walked away I could see he was sporting a semi-hard erection.

“Hmmm, such a sexy lady. Did you see Dan’s cock?” Scott said, sliding his arm over my shoulder and pulling me close.

It started oh so gently…just the hint of a kiss. The kissing became intense and I placed my hand behind his neck and drew his mouth closer to mine, at which time there was an explosion of our two emotions colliding. His hand slipped down my side to fondle my breast; cupping, squeezing and gently massaging me. I felt my emotions intensify as he feverously continued, his hands all over my breasts massaging them. I couldn’t breathe my heart was pounding so hard and my breasts had become firm and my nipples hard.

Dan had turned on the music and within a few minutes he was back with three drinks. As he slid back into the pool beside me, I gazed on his firm muscular body and once again. I glanced at his semi hard cock. He quickly looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes.

Elated by alcohol and the vacation atmosphere, I floated on waves of sensual pleasure in the sultry night air. I was really enjoying sapanca escort myself in the pool with my husband and his best friend. It was quite toxic, the soft lighting around the pool, with the moon and stars above us in the clear warm night. When a tune with a good beat started from the speakers I began to sway with the music. It’s a wonderful mix of physical relaxation and the opportunity to show off my hard body to the guys.

I was as one with the music; lost in my own sexual daydreams as my body writhed and thrust, simulating the motions of sex which is the basis of good dancing. I tossed my blonde hair and my hands stroked my curves, as if making love to my own body. When I raised my arms high above my head and bent forward slightly, the lower half of the curves of my ass could be seen.

The music stopped Scott stepped toward me and I became frantic in contrast to our previous calmness because Dan was right there. I could see the lust in his beautiful green bedroom eyes that he wanted me. Scott reached out to me and placed his hands on my waist and kissed me again passionately our lips blending as we kissed and our tongues meshed as we grinded together dancing in the water to the beat of the music. I could feel Scott’s cock getting very hard as we continued our kissing and grinding. As we kissed and moved about dancing I felt Dan bump into my thigh with his hard prick.

I felt a little rush of adrenaline, as I contemplated how far I wanted to take things. We returned to the side of the shallow end of the pool where are drinks were. I took a long sip of my cocktail. It was a pivotal moment. The guys did not know it, but my pussy was throbbing like mad and I desperately wanted to have sex.

Before things got totally out of control, I could end it right on and excuse myself and go to bed or, I could seize the moment of this special erotic night.

Feeling emboldened by my thoughts, the buzz of the alcohol, and the premise of starry the night, I smiled back at them and cocked my head to one side. I thought we could have a little more sexy play so I decided I would not let get too far out of control, just little sensual groping.

I leaned over to reach for my drink allowing Dan a close-up inspection of my breasts. When I turned back, Scott reached over to caress the breast closest to him and his cock was rock hard rubbing up against my upper leg.

It’s not entirely rational but I’ve always enjoyed the idea of showing off my body to other men and seeing if I can get their cocks hard. Scott loves it when I show off my body. For this to go any further I need to down the rest of my cocktail. With a minor pause I reached for my cocktail took a big sip and placed it up the glass back on the ledge. I was anxious and excited to see what would happen next.

Scott reached and started to massage my breast and now spoke to Dan, “This one feels real good, so why don’t you check out the other one?”

I smiled at him and began nodding my head approval. Without hesitation, Dan slid his hand over my breast and he began squeezing and rolling my nipple between his fingers. It had been several years since I had felt another cock besides my husband and was dying to touch Dan’s. Without pausing my hands reached left and right as I began to fondle Dan’s hardness. I could also feel Scott’s cock rubbing against my body.

Our passions continued to increase at feverish pace. Dan’s erect penis felt wonderful only inches away from pussy, as I played with it. With my right hand still on Dan’s’ cock, I reached for Scott’s cock with my now free hand and began to stroke it up and down. Wow this was incredible – a hard hot cock in each hand and two men feeling me up at the same time.

I was rubbing the head of Dan’s cock with my thumb, stimulating the nerve just under the head at the top of his shaft. I could feel his cock was starting to tingle already under my sensual touch and I was pretty sure by the look on his face that he was really enjoying this. I leaned toward him and he began kissing my neck, and nibbling my ears.

They seemed fascinated by my body and their hands were all over me; on my breasts and squeezing my ass. I twisted towards Scott, kissing him in turn. Hot juices flooded my pussy as I felt their hard cocks brushing against my legs. We stumbled as I took turns kissing them.

Scott continued to kiss me, I reached down to touch his massive hard cock again as Dan massaged both of my breasts. I loved Scott’s long hard cock. I had played with it so often and that had fucked my pussy so much. I wasn’t disappointed as it pulsed in my fingers, long thick and rock hard. His groans met mine as our tongues explored one another. I gently jacked his shaft. His hands rested on my hips and pulled us closer together.

Behind me, I could feel Dan’s erection prodding against my back. He stepped closer, bent his knees and I felt it slip along the tight cleft between my firm butt cheeks. It didn’t stop sarıçam escort until it was lying upwards against my steaming pussy; our three bodies pressed together.

Dan’s arms came around me, his hands cupping my breasts, his fingers toying with my almost painfully erect nipples. His warm lips nuzzled my neck. Even as I shuddered with elation from the attention that I was receiving, part of me marveled at myself of how I could actually be letting this happen.

I twisted my head around, my lips meeting Dan’s a second after they left Scott’s. As I kissed him, Scott was leaning down to kiss my breast and suck my stiff nipples while Dan held my breasts up to him. I moaned as Scott expertly played with one nipple, and then the other, biting, sucking, kissing, and licking them.

Scott left my breasts and ran his hand down to waist. I knew what he wanted, my moist pussy. His next move was his hand caressing my thigh…as nice and exciting as it felt I just didn’t want to take any further.

‘Play if safe girl, play if safe.’ said the voice in my head.

I hesitated for a moment; the pleasure of his hands was too great. He slid his hands over pussy and started stroking my slit through my g-string. His fingers reached inside my panties, and gently eased my swollen lips apart. One and then two fingers slid easily inside me, through my moist pussy. I moaned against his mouth. My legs started to weaken as Scott reamed my clinging pussy. As if sensing it, he knew I had some doubts if this should go any further. With my hands I grabbed his forcefully I moved them out of my pussy.

It was now or never if I was going to stop this. Once they got to my pussy and had my g-string off me, I would lose all self-control. If I let that happen, I would have no idea what would transpire next. I whispered to Scott if he was cool with everything.

He said was the sexiest woman alive, and that it was my decision. He would love to see three of us all make love together. I could sense that Dan was dying to fuck my brains out.

I had never done anything like this before. Yet somehow I felt like I needed to. Despite how devious it was to hook up with my husband’s best friend on a vacation holiday my desires began to overtake my good judgment. I was torn on what I should do. I decided maybe it was best to stop.

Placing my hand firmly on his I told him, “No, I just am not prepared to go any further with this tonight. We have done enough.” Scott took his hands off mine.

Dan was still behind me with his hard cock pushed into my ass. It was rubbing my outer pussy lips through my g-string. He begged me to let him play with my tits a little longer. He kissed my neck as felt his hard cock pulsating. Some very seductive music began to play. He whispered in my ear that he wanted me just for one night, and tonight was that night.

The guys were trying to seduce me into trying this. My head was saying something that just maybe I shouldn’t go through with this, but my body was telling me a hundred percent to go for it.

Scott placed his hands on my slim waist. He moved over the soft curve of my hip bone, brazen and daring as it continued to slide down the length of my leg. I looked down at him. Feeling like I should stop him but being unable to put up any resistance the pleasure was to overwhelming. His fingers slid around my smooth tanned calf and squeezed it softly. My breathing became shallow. I felt my nipples harden and rise up under the light of the night sky as Dan continued to play with them. The thin fabric of my g-string offered little resistance. I felt him slide his hand up and around the inside of my thigh as though daring me to stop him.

“What are you doing?” I finally whispered.

“Just seeing how much you’re going to let me get away with,” Scott said softly.

Scott’s hand moved slowly downwards over my stomach. I gasped in anticipation as his fingers moved towards my hot pussy again. His fingers reached slowly towards the inside of my black micro g-string. I should have slapped his hand away but instinctively I found myself spreading my legs apart, just slightly. My gaze was heavy and half-lidded as those fingers traced the length of my slit through my g-string that was already soaked with juices. I licked my lower lip, biting it softy, as he mercilessly teased me, probing his fingers back and forth.

I couldn’t believe his audacity, or my own at letting it go on, ignoring my head it felt too good to let them stop. I looked over at the other villa and the patrons were still watching us for some strange reason this seem to turn me on. I was not sure were either oblivious to what was happening, or trying hard to ignore it. But at this point I did not care.

I opened my eyes and found Scott watching my expression carefully, enjoying my lusty disregard for the moment. Scott’s fingers moved into the inside of my wet panties to trace the outline of my smooth pussy lips before sliding a finger into seferihisar escort my wetness. I smothered a gasp as I felt him push into me; first one finger and then two. Surprising myself I moved back against them to deepen his entry into me.

I felt Scott slide his fingers in and out of me. Smoothly finger-fucking me in our semi-private villa, in the pool with Dan his best friend right next to me. Dan started to rub his hard cock against my body it felt nice. Scott was willing me to stop him and extremely confident in knowing that I wouldn’t. Scott’s magic fingers felt so good inside me. I found my hips moving back against them. Imagining what it would be like if he grabbed me by the hair and forced me down over the edge of the pool and just fucked me while everyone else watched next door at the other Villa. I heard someone in the vicinity clear his throat with distinct discomfort and part of me knew that we weren’t being very discreet.

I shuddered as Scott pulled down my G-string, knowing he now know he had my permission to do so. I stepped out of them as he tossed them on the wooden deck of the pool surface. I spread my legs a little wider so that he had total access to me. As he touched me, I felt his cock continuing to grow and I slid my hand along his stiffening shaft.

I could sense the excitement Dan now had knowing I was totally naked. He pushed himself closer to me and began kissing my earlobes. His hands were all over my ass squeezing and probing it. He started moaning with passion.

Scott’s fingers were on my pussy now, teasing my clit before stroking through the sticky folds of skin to find their way inside me. His other hand was on my breast, caressing me and then teasing my nipple. As I groaned, he broke our long, lingering kiss and licked his way down to my other nipple, devouring it hungrily as he sucked it into his mouth.

I was in ecstasy! I’d never been with 2 men at the same time. Their four hands and two mouths felt absolutely delicious on me. I was quickly building up to a mind blowing orgasm. One like I had never experienced before.

Scott moved his finger inside me like a pro, for he knows that spot of my pussy where it gave me the ultimate satisfaction. The look I gave him, and the moans that I was making, assured him that he had reached that magical spot. My body seemed to get tense for a moment, and I grabbed his muscular arms moaning in sheer delight.

I could feel Dan’s hardness pressing into my firm ass. He moaned with extreme pleasure and desire.

My heart began pounding as Scott took me into his arms again and this time, kissed me enthusiastically. Our mouths opened and closed, our tongues swirled around in frenzy as we practically devoured each other. I curled my arms beneath his and clutched his muscular back with my hands. His hands slid down my sides, then up and down my back, stopping just at the base of my spine.

I wanted both of these guys.

When our lips parted, he held me tightly against him in a warm embrace and he released me and sat back on the pool’s ledge on a few towels. Pulling me closer to him he caressed my face with his fingertips as I placed his index finger in his mouth imaging it was his massive giant flame-thrower and I looked at his enormous cock and knew what was next.

I gasped as I held the hot firm flesh of Scott’s manhood properly for the first time on edge of the pool. I looked down and marveled at how small my hand looked against his hard throbbing shaft. I groaned and eased the silky flesh up and down as we renewed our kissing, our tongues dancing over each other.

Dan was rock hard rubbing his raging boner against my upper thigh, only inches from my trenched pussy. He reached down with his right hand and began to explore it his with fingers. I moaned with pleasure as he played with it. My whole body was screaming out for him, needing his cock. Dan took hold of my hips and moved directly behind me in the warm water of the pool. He positioned his cock against my pussy. I could tell he desperately wanted to enter me as I wriggled against him. I was rubbing my pussy near his cock trying to guide him inside me. I reached back and grabbed his dick and ever so slowly guided it into me.

With Dan inside me fucking from behind I let a small groan. I bent forward to pull Scott’s massive hard cock into my mouth. Scott leaned back, his eyes closed as I sucked on him and licked his shaft from top to bottom. I heard him grunt with pleasure as I switched to licking his shaved balls, sucking them into my mouth one at a time.

I held his shaft and guided him back into my mouth. I seemed lost in a storm of desire as my hand moved faster and faster, and sucked him harder. Instinctively he began to fuck my mouth, his hips rocking backwards and forwards.

Dan pushed his cock all the way into me in one hard thrust. He began pumping me with his whole length, pushing all the way inside me and then almost withdrawing completely, only to pound himself all the way back into me again.

With each of Dan’s thrusts I was pushed forward onto Scott’s member, forcing it deeper into my throat. I relaxed into Dan’s rhythm, moving my head up Scott’s cock each time he withdrew from me and then sliding my mouth back down the shaft as he pushed it back into me.

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As I turned in bed I thought my head would fall off. Cautiously, I opened one eye then the other. Through the crack in the window curtains I saw that at last the sun had penetrated through the clouds. I pulled myself into sitting position and lit a cigarette. ‘God! What a night?’ I felt that a hundred drums were beating in my head. What I really needed now was a steaming cup of strong coffee but I did not have the strength to make one. ‘Best would be to go to office’ I said to myself, ‘one of the girls will brew one for me’. I looked at my watch. It was only seven thirty, a little early to go to work. ‘Maybe one of them will come to office early too’ I hoped.

One-hour later, still feeling miserable, I walked into my office with heavy steps. Throwing myself behind my computer I switched it on and with bleary eyes stared at the booting sequence of the machine. Slowly my eyes focused on the screensaver, showing vast green fields with golden yellow stalks of wheat dancing in the breeze. It reminded me of home. I leaned back and closing my eyes let my mind wander homewards….

My home was over one thousand miles to the north. My father, Mr. Prithvi Singh Rata, a well do to farmer, was a big built man with a fierce looking moustache. He was hard as nails and ruled the farm as well his family with an iron hand. His word was law. My mother was a short chubby lady with sad eyes. Her status in the family stood reduced to producing the children of her husband and feeding them.

Exactly twenty-four years ago I was born sandwiched between two brothers and two sisters. My elder brothers Shammi, 27 and Shashi, 25 unlike me were good in their studies and in sports. My sisters Ritu, 19 and Nitu 18 were not Miss Universe material but nevertheless beautiful with head turning figure and nice sized boobs. I am Randhir, tall, reasonably handsome and well built like my father. The only thing common in us children was that we all were shit scared of our old man.

My report card was a constant irritant to my father. Whenever I brought one home for him to sign, he would invariably say to my mother, ‘Saraswati I don’t know what will become of this son of yours. He is neither good in studies nor sports. When he is not playing with that infernal machine of his, he lies around dreaming. He is lazy and wants to enjoy all the good things in life without working for them’.

His assessment of me was right. I loved my computer and was lazy. I dreamed of vast riches, a fleet of cars and a bevy of beautiful women at my beck and call but earning all this never figured into my scheme of things. I was not much of an achiever but when I did achieve something I tended to boast about it. I was not all bad. I also had a positive side. I was good at computers and had a phenomenal memory for figures. For this reason I opted to study ‘Computers and Finance’. To my father’s surprise I passed my exams with excellent grades.

After finishing my course for two months I applied for jobs without any success. Then one day a job offer came from my present employers. I was all set to refuse it. Firstly the salary offered was a pittance and secondly I did not want to go so far away from home. My father however had different ideas. ‘Randhir’ he said, ‘they want you to report on the first of next month. Today is the twentieth. I have booked your seat for the 27th. It is advisable to reach a few days earlier so that you are well settled by the time you have to report on duty’. All I could manage to say was, ‘Yes father’.

My mother was very unhappy. She said to my father, ‘Please, don’t send Randhir so far away from me. Who will look after him and in this low salary how will he live and eat’.

‘Saraswati let your son go’ my father replied, ‘living alone for a few years and fending for himself will do him good. They have promised him a considerable raise after six months provided he is able to earn it. Rest is up to him’.

After a long two-day train journey I stepped on the soil of this new city. With great difficulty I was able to find a room to stay. It was not really a room. It was a dark dingy hole but that was the best I could afford. My landlady, a 60-year-old widow, as I found out later was a miserly bitch. She was constantly lecturing me to mend my extravagant ways. Every day she reminded me to switch off the light or to use less water. She would throw a fit if she saw the lights burning in my room after ten p.m.

On the first morning, dressed in my only suit, I presented myself before Mr. Swami, General Manager (Accounts & Finance). Mr. Swami peered at me over his horn-rimmed glasses for a few minutes sizing me up and then got up to greet me. Mr. Swami was about 45 years old, 5’6″ tall with a thin wiry figure. ‘Glad you have come Randhir. You will find the work atmosphere here very congenial. I am sure you will be happy’ he said, then glancing at his watch he added, ‘let me check if the MD would like to meet you before he gets busy with other matters’.

Mr. Swami punched some numbers on the phone, orhangazi escort ‘Good morning sir it is me Swami. The new accountant, Randhir is here’. He listened as the phone made cackling sounds. ‘Yes sir the same. Would you like to meet him?’ he spoke into the phone. The phone made some more gawking sounds. ‘Yes sir, we are on our way’ Mr. Swami said replacing the receiver, ‘come Randhir let us go. He is free and will see us right away’.

Mr. Rajan, the managing director of the company, popularly referred to as MD by the staff, was seated behind a huge desk reading the morning financial papers. His office was four times larger than the dingy hole I was living in. It was very tastefully and lavishly furnished.

‘Welcome to our company Randhir. I am glad that you took up this job despite the meager salary offered by us’ he said with a disarming smile and extending his hand, ‘but it doesn’t have to remain so. If you work hard and deliver the goods then you could end up earning more than what Mr. Swami earns, believe me he earns a hell of a lot. Our company is on a roll and set to go places. The only drawback today is that our account books are still written manually and the flow of real time financial data is lacking. Your first job is to computerize our accounts. You have six months time to do it. Trained staff is in place and Mr. Swami will give you all the help you require’.

‘I will do my best sir’ I mumbled.

‘Good’ he said and dismissed us with a nod.

The MD was a young man of not more than forty years of age, 5’8″ tall and unlike Mr. Swami was of stocky in built. ‘Mr. Rajan is very young’ I commented.

‘Yes and he is also very intelligent. Under his dynamic leadership the profits of the company have soared to new heights in the last few years’ Mr. Swami replied proudly.

Back in the accounts department he showed me my cabin. The cabin was spacious, adequately furnished with glass windows all round it. On one side was the wall. Through a window in it I could see the city’s golf course. On the left was the accounts department and on the right the audit cell. The entry was from the front. He called three ladies and said, ‘Randhir meet Mrs. Meera, Mrs. Neha and Mrs. Abida. They are familiar with accounting procedures and are computer literate. From today they will report to you’.

Before proceeding further a few words about my three assistants.

Mrs. Meera, 40, was short, not taller than 5′ 3″, slightly plump with big boobs. She had a pleasant smile and a motherly look. She was married and was the mother of two boys of 15 and 13. Her husband was ten years older than her and worked as a foreman in a local textile factory.

Mrs. Neha was around 36. She was taller and slimmer than Mrs. Meera. Her tits were about the same size as those of Mrs. Meera but as she was slimmer they gave the impression of being larger. She was also married and had two kids, a boy of 12 and a 10-year-old girl. Her husband remained at home and looked after the kids, as he did not keep good health.

Mrs. Abida was the youngest and the prettiest of them. She was in her late twenties, 5’6″ tall, slim with beautifully shaped boobs just the right size for her slim figure. She was also married but her husband had recently gone to the Middle East to work. She had no children.

Being new in town I had no friends and I could also not afford to go out very often. Therefore I plunged headlong into my work. The ladies were very cooperative and friendly. Soon we were on first name basis. As I did not have cooking facility in my room I usually bought my lunch from the street vendors and ate cold sandwiches for dinner. One afternoon at lunchtime Meera said, ‘Randhir you must be sick of eating the unhygienic rubbish the street vendors sell. You should stop it. You could get sick. Today I have brought lunch for you. Would you like to taste it? I cooked it myself’.

‘Sure Meera it will be a pleasure’ I replied.

After a hearty lunch I said, ‘Meera thank you very much for the lunch. You are a very good cook. After many months I have tasted such good food’.

‘Thank you. From today I will bring lunch for you every day’ Meera said.

‘Thank a lot but I don’t want to put you to any inconvenience’ I replied.

‘Inconvenience? No it will be a pleasure’ Meera said. Abida and Neha were not far behind. They also started to bring food for me. After that day we all ate lunch together. With their cooperation and hard work I was able to complete my assignment in five months only.

‘Well done Randhir’ MD said, ‘go to Mr. Swami he has a special envelope for you’.

The envelope contained more than I had expected. Not only was I given higher than the promised raise, I was also promoted to the post of Senior Accountant.

My first thought was to write home and convey the good news to my family and the second to look for another place to stay. I smiled to myself as I wrote the letter. I could visualize my father’s ortahisar escort reaction. With my letter in his hand he would say to my mother in his usual baritone, ‘Remember Saraswati, I always told you that if this son of mine decides to work hard then he can do wonders’.

This was my father’s old habit. Whenever he was happy with one of his children he or she became his child otherwise the child was my mother’s. I felt very proud when ten days later I received a telegram from my father reading “Well done my son. We are proud of you. Keep it up”. From the very next day of getting my raise, I started to hunt for new accommodation.

One afternoon at lunch Meera said, ‘Randhir I hear you are looking for a new place to stay’.

‘Yes as a matter of fact I am’ I replied, ‘the place I am staying in is the pits and now with the recent raise I can afford something better’.

‘Have you found anything suitable?’ she asked.

‘No not yet. The rooms I liked were way too expensive and the others were not what I was looking for’ I replied.

‘I have a friend, who has a room to rent. If you like I can show it to you’ Meera offered.

‘Sure I would love to see it’ I confirmed.

‘Good. I will bring the keys with me tomorrow and you can see it after work’ Meera said.

Next day we left work a little early. The room was actually a fully furnished one-room apartment. It had a large bed, a three-piece sofa set with a center table, a table with chairs for eating meals, a small kitchenette and an attached bathroom. It was airy and had a large window for natural light. I fell in love with it immediately.

‘Meera it is lovely. I hope your friend does not want too much money for it. I have already told you how much I can afford’ I said.

‘Don’t worry about the rent. We can negotiate it. The main thing is that you should like it’ Meera said.

‘Meera I love it’ I replied.

‘Come let us talk to my friend’ Meera said and led the way.

After introducing me to her friend she started talking to her in the local lingo. I did not understand a word of what they were saying. I could see that a big argument was taking place. At last Meera smiled, ‘Thank you Rajni I knew I could count on you. Come Randhir we have things to discuss’.

When we returned to the apartment I asked, ‘How much does she want?’

She named a figure. ‘That much? It is a little more than what I had wanted to spend’ I said.

‘Actually she wanted very much more but this is the best I could do. You decide now’ Meera replied.

‘Meera you are an angel. You did well. I think it is worth that much. I will take it’ I said making up my mind, ‘when can I move in?’

‘Right away if you like’ Meera said with a smile.

With Meera’s help I was settled in my new apartment within two hours. ‘Thank you Meera’ I said, ‘come I will treat you to coffee and snacks’.

‘You think I am going to let you off so cheaply?’ she laughed, ‘you will have to pay me my brokerage for finding this beautiful place’.

‘Meera are you serious?’ I asked surprised, ‘okay how much?’

‘Three months rent payable now’ she replied.

I was aghast. ‘What! You know I don’t have that kind of money to pay you’ I said.

‘If that is so then I will have to collect my dues in kind’ she said.

‘In kind? How?’ I asked.

‘Apna karz uttarne ke liye aapko mujhe chodena pardega (To pay off your debt you will have to fuck me)’ she said and lay down on the bed pulling up her sari above her waist. Shocked I stared at her fat thighs and her hairy choot (cunt). I could clearly see her slit and her swollen clit.

‘Aap kya dekh rahe hain? Kya aapne pahele koyi lardki nahin chodi? (What are you staring at? Haven’t you fucked a girl before?)’ Meera asked.

I had never seen a naked woman in my life before let alone fuck one but I lied, ‘Kaun keheta hai? Maine pahele kayi lardkiyon ko choda hai (Who says? Of course I have fucked many girls before)’.

‘Phir der kayeki? Aao aur mujhe chodo (Why the delay then? Come and fuck me)’ she invited.

I quickly undressed freeing my raging hard on.

‘Oooooo what a nice big cock you have’ Meera whistled.

I had read many books on sex but I had no practical experience. Therefore I got on top of her and started to push wildly with a prayer that my cock finds the right track. After a few pushes Meera said loudly, ‘STOP! RANDHIR STOP’. I stopped and asked, ‘What happened?’ She smiled knowingly and taking my cock in her hand inserted my cock into her choot with a deft movement of her hips.

‘Oh her hot slippery passage felt so good’ I thought and started to fuck her with hard and fast strokes.

‘Oh Randhir slow down’ Meera suggested but I was not listening. This was my first fuck and all I wanted was to cum and cum quickly. I continued to bang my erection into her as fast and hard as I could. Within minutes I spurted my-cum inside her and rolled off her. osmangazi escort

Smiling indulgently Meera asked, ‘Randhir tumne mujhse jhoot bola tha. Yeh tumhari paheli chudai hai na? (Randhir you lied to me. This is your first fuck isn’t it?)’

‘Yes’ I panted shamelessly.

‘You have a very nice big cock. with a little practice you will be able to drive any woman up the wall’ she said taking my limp cock in her hand. As soon as she touched my lund (cock) it sprang to attention.

‘Oh it is hard again already’ she exclaimed in surprise. But before she could complete her sentence I was on top of her and I pushed my cock inside her. Yes, this time I found her fuck hole on my own and started to fuck her.

‘Randhir iss baar dheere dheere chodo. Phir dono ko mazaa aayega (Randhir this time fuck slowly. This way we both will enjoy’ she said kindly.

Under her directions I started to fuck her with slow long strokes. With each stroke she moaned, ‘Oh Randhir’. After five minutes of fucking her hips started to move in rhythm of my strokes. She put her arms round me pressing me to her big tits.

‘Oh Randhir it feels so good. Y..hes my love fuck me harder. Y..hes like this. OHHHH it is lovely. Faster Randhir fuck me faster. Y..hes, y..hes. My god I am nearly there’ she shouted.

I felt her body arch and her crotch press against mine. ‘OH RANDHIR GO ON JUST A FEW STROKES MORE. OOOHHHHH GODDD I AMMMMM COOOMMMINNNGGG” she screamed and fell back gasping for breath.

As it was my second time I was not yet ready to cum. I continued the in and out motion. It was not long before she raised her hips upwards as if trying to stop my cock from withdrawing. She pulled my mouth towards her. Our lips met in a long passionate kiss. My strokes became harder and shorter. Her breath was coming in short gasps.

‘Oh Randhir fuck me harder. Y..es my darling your big cock feels sooo good. Y..hes, y..hes don’t stop. Faster y..hes FASTER. MY GODDD RAAANNNNNDDDHHIIIIIR’ she shouted hysterically and fell back gasping. I was also ready to cum and with a loud grunt of satisfaction I shot my load in her cum thirsty choot for the second time.

For ten minutes we lay kissing each other enjoying the after glow of the glorious fuck we just had. Then as I lit a cigarette Meera said, ‘Thank you Randhir I have not enjoyed a fuck so much in a long time’.

‘Doesn’t your husband fuck you? I asked.

‘My husband is getting old. Most of the time he is too tired to make love to me but when in couple of weeks he does, he comes too quickly leaving me in limbo’.

After twenty minutes or so I was hard again and started to get on top of her. ‘What! You are hard again so soon’ she smiled spreading her legs.

When I entered her she said, ‘God Randhir you are a randy man’ then laughing she added, ‘Randhir is randy. This is a good one. From now on I will call you Randy. You don’t mind, do you?’

‘You can call me whatever you like as long as you let me fuck you’ I said and commenced to fuck her.

When we had finished she got up to leave. ‘Meera don’t go yet. Soon we will fuck again’ I pleaded.

‘No Randy I must go now. It is getting late. My family will be waiting. I will come again my love’ she said.

After Meera left I thought, ‘Father was right. Hard work has its reward. Because of my hard work I have been promoted with a big raise, a lovely apartment and have got a choot to fuck’. I resolved to continue to work hard.

Next day at lunch I did not see Abida. ‘Where is Abida?’ I asked.

‘I bet she is with Mr. Swami finishing an important assignment’ Neha giggled.

Meera grinned broadly and suggested, ‘Let us start our lunch. She won’t be long. She can join us later’.

‘Randhir did you like the room Meera showed you yesterday?’ Neha asked.

‘Oh Neha I am very thankful to Meera. The room is really excellent’ I replied.

‘Randy I have brought some special Kheer (milk pudding) for you’.

‘Randy? Since when have you started calling Randhir Randy? Neha asked looking suspiciously at me. I shrugged without replying. Getting no reply from me Neha turned to Meera.

‘From now. Now start eating’ She replied getting irritated.

At this point Abida joined us, ‘I am sorry. I am late but Mr. Swami asked me to help him finish an important assignment’ she said, ‘oh I see kheer. Who has brought it? I love kheer’.

‘It is for Randy and not for you or me’ Neha replied sarcastically.

‘Randy? Now who is this Randy’ Abida asked.

‘Meera calls Randhir Randy’ Neha clarified pointing towards me.

‘Why not? Randy is a short form of Randhir. I like it. May I also call you Randy?’ Abida inquired.

‘Why not? Be my guest’ I replied.

During lunch Neha was very quiet. I noticed that she was preoccupied with her thoughts and in between she would glance suspiciously at Meera. The name Randy stuck to me like a leach. Soon everyone in the company was calling me Randy including the MD and Mr. Swami.

Meera came to my apartment twice a week. We fucked like hell and enjoyed ourselves. She stocked my kitchenette with the basic essentials and gave me cooking lessons. I even bought a cookery book. I wrote and requested my mother to send me recipes of the dishes I used to enjoy at home.

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“I’m just popping out for a minute. I’ll be right back,” Danger said to his friends as he got up from their table at the restaurant and headed for the door. He stepped out into the bright sunshine, turned right, and headed for the magazine store a few blocks away. On the way there was a coffee shop that set below street level with a few stairs leading down to it.

Danger would often look in as he walked by to see if anyone he knew was there or just to see if there were any hot chicks inside. This time he was just about to conclude that the people inside didn’t fall into either category when he saw an auburn haired girl at the far end of the room. He thought it looked like Meghan, the granddaughter of the old lady whose fence he had painted last summer. Before he could get a second glance, he was past the coffee shop and couldn’t turn around in the mass of people around him, so he decided to try and get a better look on the way back.

Danger slipped into the magazine store, but the latest issue of the magazine he was looking for wasn’t in so he quickly headed back before the girl that might be Meghan left the coffee shop. When he got back, she wasn’t sitting in the corner where she was before, but he quickly found her at another table talking to a tall, thin brunette with long hair. Danger came down the stairs at the end of the store and entered. He decided to head for the far end of the counter and walk by the two girls to get there. As he drew closer he knew it was definitely Meghan, now he just hoped she would still recognize him. As he was passing by he felt a hand on his arm.

“Oh my God,” Meghan started incredulously, “Hi Danger, I haven’t seen you forever! How have you been?” Danger suppressed the urge to shout out his joy in Meghan recognizing him. “This is my friend, Romy,” Meghan continued without waiting for him to answer the question. Danger now turned his eyes to tall brunette who smiled back at him.

She was quite tall, almost as tall as he was at six feet. Her long, straight brown hair fell half way down her back and framed her face with its deep, blue eyes, long nose, and pouty lips. She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans so he couldn’t really see her body, but she was definitely long and lanky. Meghan on the other hand was wearing a black skirt and a red blouse which one too many buttons undone making it no problem to see the black bra holding back her firm, full tits.

“You wanna join us?” Meghan offered as she took a seat across from Romy.

“Uh, I’d really like to, but I have some friends waiting down the street,” Danger started. “But I’d really like to get together some time.”

“Well I’m having a pool party this weekend,” Romy interjected, “Why don’t you come. It’s Saturday afternoon at 3729 Lehovec Avenue. It’s my parent’s house, but their out of town for the weekend. It’ll probably start around 4PM, probably have a barbecue for dinner. Bring some alcohol if you want”.

“Okay, I’ll be there,” Danger replied. “See’ya Saturday.” he finished as he turned and headed for the door.

Once he was gone, Romy turned to Meghan and said, “He’s a hottie, where did you meet him?”

“He helped me paint my grandmother’s fence last summer during that unbelievable hot spell,” Meghan started, “And well, I guess the heat got to me and I ended up stripping naked in front of him and skinny dipping in the neighbor’s pool. And then he joined me and then we fucked each other on the pool deck. He’s got the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, it’s gotta be well over eight inches long and it’s nice and thick. You’ll have to give him a test at the party this weekend.”

Saturday was a bright, sunny day with the temperature creeping over ninety degrees; perfect weather for a pool party. Danger arrived at Romy’s house around half past four. The house was fairly new and huge, Danger estimated that it had at least five bedrooms. Romy’s parents must have been loaded. He could hear the music pumping from the back yard as he rang the doorbell. The door opened a few moments later and Danger was greeted by a tall, slender blonde wearing a black bikini. She had a perfect hourglass figure and perfectly smooth, unblemished skin. Her hair looked damp as if she had gotten out of the pool not all that long ago and her bikini top clung to her impressive tits showing off her hard nipples.

“Here for the party?” she asked, to which Danger replied that he was. “I’m Tanya, come on in.” When she turned around, Danger was pleasantly surprised to see that she was wearing a thong. He followed the blond through the large hallway and out to the back yard. He watched as her ass cheeks wiggled back and forth with the wet strap of her thong trapped between them. When they reached the pool Danger saw the party was definitely bumpin’. There were hot chicks in skimpy bikinis all over. In fact the girls probably outnumbered the guys two to one. Danger made his way over to the ice filled coolers under the shade of a patio umbrella and put his beer in before grabbing one and claiming the nearest empty lounge chair to watch the skin. Next to him was a sun bathing redhead who was lying on her stomach with her head turned palandöken escort away from him; her bikini top was slung over the back of her chair.

After a few minutes, he saw Meghan came out of the house. The breath caught in his throat at the sight of her perfect body in the red string bikini that was just big enough to cover what a bikini was supposed to cover. The top consisted of two triangular patches of material over her nipples with spaghetti straps that tied behind her neck and back. The bottom was definitely a thong that just managed to cover her ginger colored bush. She then saw him and gave him a wave. Romy then came out of the house behind Meghan and she was wearing a black strapless, one-piece suit that hugged the curves of her body. Danger could now see that her tits weren’t as big as Meghan’s, but was willing to guess that they were just as firm. the two girls then started walking toward him and Danger could feel his cock starting to stir in his trunks.

“Great party don’t ya think?” Meghan said as they reached him. They were both drinking martinis and by their behavior it seemed as if they were far from the first one. As Danger was about to respond he was interrupted by a scream as a girl was being thrown into the pool. She had light brown skin and was wearing a light blue bikini with struggled to hold her tits back. Two large black] guys had grabbed her by the arms and legs and had carried her over to the edge of the pool before throwing her in.

“Cheryl is such a whore,” Romy started, “she’ll be fucking those two guys before she leaves. Just as long as she doesn’t leave cum stains on the bedding like she did last time.”

“Anyway,” Meghan began saying as she put her martini down and took Danger’s beer away from him, “I think it’s time for a dip.” Romy smiled and put down her martini and the two girls each grabbed one of Danger’s hands and pulled him up from the chair. They led him to the edge where they all jumped in with Danger hoping the impact of the water might rip Meghan’s flimsy bikini top from her body. Unfortunately he had no such luck as her top now clung to her wet tits. Danger then dove under the water’s surface as the two girls swam away from him. He could see the curves of the bottoms of Meghan tits and the strap of her bikini bottoms struggling to cover her cunt. Romy’s suit left very little to imagination while still making her look incredibly sexy. Danger began thinking of ways to get her out of that suit and satisfy his imagination’s curiosity.

After a few laps around the pool, everyone else decided it was time for the barbecue to start so everyone who was in the pool quickly got out and dried and got ready to eat. Cheryl’s guys were doing the barbecuing and she was in between them taking orders as it were, although many of the orders were for her to remove her bikini top. After a couple of burgers and some beer Danger headed into the house to find a bathroom.

On the second level he looked down a hallway and saw a bathroom at the end. The passage had two or three doors on either side and Danger guessed these were bedrooms. When he was about halfway to the bathroom he thought he heard a woman moaning, then when he was right next to one of the doors he heard it again, but louder. Danger looked in the direction of the door and saw that it was opened slightly. he also realized that he had seen Cheryl and her two friends try to slip into the house unnoticed. His mind raced as he crept closer to the door and peered inside.

The first thing he saw was Cheryl’s light blue bikini strewn on the floor between the door and the bed. Next to it were two pairs of men’s swimming trunks. Danger then looked on the bed and found the source of the moaning. One of the Cheryl’s men was lying on his back on the bed with Cheryl sitting on his cock and riding him as hard as she could. The other guy was sitting in a chair back on to the door stroking his huge black cock. All three of them were completely naked as Danger watched Cheryl’s tits bounce up and down as she rode the thick, black cock penetrating her pussy.

Suddenly, Cheryl’s moans became screams as she began to orgasm. Danger could see her body trembling as the guy she was riding began thrusting his cock up into her body. The guy in the chair who had been jacking off also seemed to getting close to orgasm when he stood and walked over to the bed and aimed his cock right at her bouncing tits. With a roar he released huge jets of thick cum from his eight inch monster while the guy on the bottom began doing the same to her pussy.

“That slut’s at it again,” Romy whispered in Danger’s ear nearly giving him a heart attack. He hadn’t seen Romy come up behind him as he watched Cheryl wipe the cum off of her tits and lick it hungrily from her fingers. “Every time someone has a party she squirrels of two or three guys and lets fuck the shit out of her,” the tall brunette continued. Danger’s cock was already hard from watching the scene in the bedroom and Romy was standing close enough to feel her tits poking in his back and her bare shoulders rubbed against his naked back pamukkale escort which made it twitch at every touch.

“These two are definitely well equipped though. I can’t say that I blame her for giving these guys a ride, they’re hung like fuckin’ horses.” Romy then remembered what Meghan had told her about the size of Danger’s cock and that she should give him a try. Her sweet juices began to flow at the thought of being boned by a cock as big as the ones that were now being inserted into Cheryl’s body. She was still mounted on the guy on the bed while the other one had climbed behind her and was sliding himself into her tight asshole which enticed more deep moans from Cheryl.

“Although from what Meghan tells me you’ve got a pretty decent package yourself,” Romy whispered lustfully in his ear as she slipped a hand inside his trunks and grasped the thick shaft of his cock. “Ooohhh…”, she said surprisingly, “you’re already hard. Cheryl always says that you should never waste a good hard-on.” With that she took his arm and lead him across the hall and into another bedroom. She closed the door and had him stand by the bed before kneeling down and grabbing the waistband of his trunks and pulling them down allowing his raging hard-on to spring free.

She tossed the trunks aside and pushed him back on the bed before grabbing his shaft and slowly stroking him. Feeling the heat from his dick she couldn’t hold back any longer, she leaned forward, parted her soft lips and took the knob of his cock into her warm mouth. Her lips sealed his shaft just below the head as her tongue played all over the smooth round service and in the small crevice underneath. Once she tasted his salty precum she knew she had to have more and started taking more of his cock into her mouth. Inch by inch she devoured more of his nine inch rod until she couldn’t fit anymore in her mouth. Her smooth lips felt like silk as they slid up and down Danger’s shaft. Suddenly he felt the cum rise out of his balls and course through his dick before erupting into Romy’s mouth. She continued bobbing her head on his cock as she swallowed every drop.

“Now it’s my turn,” Romy said as he got to her feet and hooked her thumbs in the top of her one-piece bathing suit and started peeling it off her body. Her tits came free with a jiggle displaying their small hard nipples mounted proudly on her small firm mounds. Then her tall, flat stomach and chestnut brown bush came in view before she dropped the suit down her long, toned legs and kicked away when it hit the floor. She pushed Danger down on his back and crawled over him so she she could sit with her back against the head board. Her pussy passed just inches from his face allowing him to smell her musky aroma. Romy sat with her knees bent and spread apart giving Danger full access to her moist slit and he got the hint quick enough. He moved between her long, white legs and and began rubbing her pussy mound with his hand. Romy moaned softly and started to grind her crotch against his hand.

“That feels nice,” she purred,” but I what your tongue down there.” With that request Danger slowly lowered his head between her thighs until his nose was less than an inch from her warm slit. He inhaled the scent of her sex before blowing softly on her clit was struggling to break free of its protective hood. The cool air on her most sensitive area cause Romy’s ass to squirm into the bedding. “Hmmm, hurry up and lick me you fuckin’ tease,” she ordered just before he stuck his tongue in the bottom of her slit and ran over her swollen lips and excited clit into her scratchy bush. Romy yelped in surprise and her hips bucked off the bed. “Oh fuck, gimme some more of that,” she moaned as she ran her hands through his hair and pushed his face back down into her crotch.

“Took a lead from Cheryl did you?” Meghan’s voice interrupted Romy’s bliss. Her friend stood in the door admiring the scene in front of her. Romy was about to answer when Danger’s tongue came against her clit causing her to gasp. “Told you wouldn’t be disappointed,” she said as she closed the door and then reached back and untied the knot at the back of her bikini top before flipping it off and tossing it aside. Her large, round tits jiggled seductively as she approached the bed and sat beside her naked friend. Meghan then took Romy’s hard left nipple into her mouth and began sucking and licking it. Romy’s back arched at the added sensation and she felt an orgasm begin to rise up from between her legs. Soon her entire body was trembling as she fed Danger her sweet juices and returned the attention Meghan was giving her by pinching one of her friend’s hard nipples.

“Now, I wanna see you two fuck while I recuperate a bit,” Romy instructed the others. “I think I might need a few minutes before trying to cram this huge cock in my cunt,” she finished while giving Danger’s cock a few long, slow strokes. She then sat on the edge of the with Meghan standing between her spread thighs and grabbed the spaghetti straps of her friend’s bikini bottoms and pulled them down her toned thighs, inhaling her aroma as her ginger pazarcık escort bush was exposed. Her lips were already swollen and moist when she knelt on the bed and presented her smooth, round ass to Danger. He quickly knelt behind her and pointed the head of his thick cock right at her swollen lips as she spread her legs to accommodate him. Her hips bucked when the head of his cock first touched her warm lips and then she rocked herself back against his cock causing the purple head to penetrate her lips and slip inside her hot sex. Meghan moaned audibly as Danger withdrew the head of his cock and pushed back into her body. He inserted a couple inches of the shaft before pulling it back out and plunging it back in even deeper. She bit her lip and her moans grew louder as he came close to getting his entire length into her tight pussy. Once Danger had managed to get his cock fully inside her, he left it there for a moment allowing the walls of her cunt to stretch to fit him. he then slowly pulled eight and half inches of his meat out of her wet pussy before slamming it back in and starting to hump her.

“Hump her wet pussy!” Romy yelled from her seat in a bean bag chair in the corner of the room. Her legs were spread lewdly and she was pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy while rubbing her enlarged clit with the other hand. “Fuck her like a whore,” she continued as her own pussy became juicy from the attention it was receiving. Meghan had her head lowered onto the bed and was clutching the bedding as her cunt was being pounded by Danger’s massive organ. She released a gasp each time she head his thighs smack against her ass and she could feel an intense orgasm building in her most sensitive areas. Suddenly the trio were startled by an orgasmic scream being released across the hall as Cheryl was reaching another climax at the hands of her black studs. Meghan then formed a mental picture of Cheryl being bones by two thick, black cocks and suddenly she was releasing an orgasmic scream of her own as her cunt gripped Danger’s cock enticing it to erupt and shoot streams of thick, white cum into her sweaty, naked body. Meghan’s trembling body clutched Danger’s cock for a few moments until her cunt relaxed and she slid off the long rod and collapsed on the bed. Danger immediately knew where his next target lay. He got to his feet and head towards Romy who was still sitting in the corner.

“Mmmmm, bring that fat cock over here,” she barked as she pulled her legs up in the air locking her elbows around her knees. Danger knelt on the floor in front of her and aimed his cock straight for her exposed pussy. Still slick with Meghan’s juices, he slid right in to the hilt filling Romy’s lean, slender body to the hilt. “Fuck, oh fuck!! I can’t believe it!! You’re filling me with that fat prick,” the brunette stammered as her cunt stretched around the invader. Danger slowly pulled his cock out of her leaving only the head inside her lips before slamming it back in causing her yelp with pleasure. “Oh yeah, just keep doing that and you can fuck me all night,” she said as he thrust his cock into her a second time and got another scream. he then increased his pace to a continuous pumping action as he grabbed her hips and Romy was quickly on the brink of a massive orgasm. Her smooth, naked flesh broke out in a sweat, she threw her head back and allowed her limbs to go limp as Danger continued ravaging her cunt. She could feel her orgasm building within her body. The tension between her legs grew and grew until Danger’s cock exploded inside her pussy, coating her insides with his hot cum. With her own orgasm now raging through her body she began screaming at the top of her lungs for seconds at a time as her orgasm raged through her body. Her toes curled up so far she almost broke them. Her hands gripped the chair hard enough to rip the cover and her cunt clamped down so tight on Danger’s cock that he couldn’t budge an inch. All he could do was sit there and ride out her orgasm waiting for her cunt to release him.

As Romy came down from her incredible orgasm, her cunt released Danger’s cock which was now coated with a mixture of Meghan’s, Romy’s, and his own cum. Meghan who had been kneeling beside them as Romy came quickly kneeled over her friend’s limp body and began cleaning off Danger’s cock. She paid special attention to the sensitive head trying to entice a fresh load of cum from his balls. When Romy finally lifted her head, she was greeted with Meghan’s dripping snatch just inches from her face. Meghan ass wiggled back and forth as she worked on Danger’s cock. She was suddenly surprised by a long finger slowly sliding into her pussy.

“Gimme more than bitch, you’re driving me crazy,” Meghan pleaded after a few more strokes of Romy’s finger. Her tall friend was only to happy to oblige and quickly had three fingers pumping in and out of Meghan’s sex with her other hand rubbing and pushing her magic button. She was rewarded for her efforts by a few squirts of juice from her friend’s climaxing pussy. Danger then said he was getting ready to cum and Meghan took his cock out of his mouth saying she wanted it up her ass. Romy quickly moved off of the bean bag and allowed her friend to lay on it face down before lubing up Meghan’s ass with her own pussy juice. Danger then grabbed Meghan’s hips and pulled her ass up to his cunt and pressed against her back door. Slowly but surely his cock began to sink into the redhead’s tight rectum.

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“My happiness is full and complete.”

Who would say something that insipid?

Me.

A proper writer might say I “murmured” it, though others hold that any substitute for “said” is an abomination. Did I mention that I majored in English? But let’s stick to the topic. I know I said a lame thing, even if I did murmur it.

In my defense, consider the following:

1. My age: twenty-one, a college senior.

2. Same as Sarah, my girlfriend.

3. I lay flat on my back in bed with Sarah stretched on top of me, skin to skin.

4. Both naked.

5. Me inside her.

6. Her hips rolled up and down, her juices smoothing the motion and coating me with ambrosia.

7. Did I mention stoned? We weren’t big potheads but kept some by the bed because sex.

8. I’d just sprayed a warm stream deep into Sarah’s womb.

9. I’d sighed in pure bliss. And then I’d said it.

10. I stayed hard (because young) and continued to enjoy her undulations.

11. Just when I didn’t think the night could get better, her hips began to quiver. Her whole body shuddered. Then she went limp and collapsed even further into me, our bodies almost blending.

12. It took me a while to realize what had happened. We didn’t talk about it then, but in the future she’d say, “Can we do it slow, like we did that time?”

I started my story with this perfect moment, because we’re about to take a depressing detour. Let’s rip off the bandaid: In the seven months we’d been dating, I could only be sure that Sarah came that one time. There may have been two others (she said there were, and I should believe her). We’d been together since an emotionally messy period the previous summer that left both of our then-significant others pissed off and forced our friends to choose sides. Since we were dating, not married, people mostly got over it. My own ex had acted friendly lately, even though Sarah’s former lover still glowered at me across campus.

Our sex lives had every advantage. I’d moved into an off-campus apartment with a roommate, but we had separate bedrooms. Sarah and I experienced freedom like we’d never known. The pill alleviated pregnancy worries, and she slept over most nights, so no time pressure. Weekend mornings meant hours of cuddling, kissing, necking, petting, and making love.

So how could there be a problem? Even though we had both motive and opportunity, neither of us really knew what we were doing. We thought we were having a good time, and in a way we were. Mediocre sex is still better than practically anything else, right? We truly wanted each other, but our sexual adventurousness never went further than deciding who’d be on top this time. Oral sex figured in only as foreplay, a way to make sure she was well-lubricated and I was nice and hard.

I had orgasms, of course. I’m a guy. And Sarah never complained. With hindsight – plus all that’s written about women’s sexuality today – I wonder whether she might have been either out of touch with or unable to communicate her needs. Or maybe she asked for things I couldn’t hear.

We’d both had sex with others. I won’t speak for Sarah, but I’ve realized through hindsight and therapy that three factors wrecked my relationship with my immediate ex. We had: 1) boring sex, with 2) no clue how to fix it, and 3) an utter inability to talk about it. Even Sarah had pointed out that my ex was attractive and sexy. But if a fish rots from the head (does it, really?), our relationship soured from the groin. There had been warning signs with Sarah and me – little strains, awkward silences, the occasional cold shoulder – that the same forces threatened to screw us up, as well.

But that didn’t happen, because something else did.

On the night that would change our lives, Sarah and I almost skipped the party. We’d driven an hour and a half to see a semi-professional theater production of a rarely staged early play by Eugene Ionesco. (Did I mention that she majored in English, too?) We couldn’t find anybody who wanted to join us for a three-hour round trip to sample the joys of Theater of the Absurd. One of our friends hosted a party that night. We said we’d drop by on the way home.

In the car after the play, we debated the merits of absurdism versus naturalism. (I won’t repeat our dialogue. Aren’t you grateful?) As the driver, I noticed first that a dense fog had moved in. It made driving dangerous. Even if you go slowly, you can lose track of where you are. At times I had to open my door a crack so I could follow the middle line. Sarah white-knuckled it and watched for landmarks to let us know how far we’d come.

We got to campus around one in the morning, both of us tense AF. We talked about blowing off the party, but we thought a half-hour drop-in would help us wind down. As we walked up to the townhouse where the party was being held, an acquaintance offered us a joint. Sarah looked at me. I nodded, confirming that I was the designated driver. safranbolu escort She could do whatever would help take the edge off.

She hit on the joint and passed it to someone who wasn’t me. I spotted another English major in the next room, the only person who’d actually seemed to have to think about whether to go with us to the play. Sarah saw some friends from dance class (her minor) in the opposite direction. We split up, saying we’d meet in half an hour.

Ninety minutes later, my friend had listened to my blow by blow of the production, whether out of genuine interest or being too high to care, I couldn’t say. I headed off to find Sarah. After roaming a bit, I heard her voice coming from the next room. “That asshole’s so full of shit. What the fuck does he think?” Sarah normally didn’t curse much, but her swear-quotient went up in relation to the number of drinks she’d had. A math major could probably graph it.

I rounded the corner to find her talking with our friend Reuben, a drama major we’d met in a Theater as Literature course that bridged our majors. We liked hanging out with him. He didn’t say too much, but we could tell he enjoyed a more adventurous sex life than ours. He and his girlfriend Darcy seemed willing to give anything a try. When Sarah got a little drunk she made it her business to pry stories out of him. He spoke more freely with her one-on-one, and she’d fill me in on details later.

Reuben spotted me. “Hey, Josh!” he said, waving. I said hi and went to give Sarah a little kiss. She surprised me by slipping in some tongue. Did I mention drinking? I gave Reuben a “what’s up?” (“same old”) and asked Sarah how she felt about heading home. She said she’d been about to look for me and had told Reuben that we’d give him a ride to his apartment. He didn’t own a car and hitched along with us often.

We found the host to say good night and headed out to the car. When we stepped outside, the word came out of all our mouths at the same time: “Fuck!” The fog had gotten even worse. It took longer to get to Reuben’s apartment than ours. I assured them that we’d go slowly and get everyone home safely.

Sarah stroked Reuben’s shoulder and said teasingly, “If you and Josh are at all attracted to each other, you could just come home with us.”

Wanting to needle her back, I said, “I’m not gonna swap spit with Reuben, but if you think you’re woman enough to take on both of us, just invite him over.”

We all laughed. “Like you could handle that,” said Sarah, putting an end to it.

“Try me,” I said, knowing she wouldn’t but wanting the last word.

I thought the subject had been dropped, until, as we got to the parking lot, Sarah asked Reuben, “Have you and Darcy had threesomes?”

His face lit up. “Oh, we had a foursome with Tom,” he answered. Tom was mutual friend who’d come out as gay freshman year, but apparently could also be up for anything. She pressed him for details. He talked as I unlocked the car. Hanging on every word, she followed him into the back seat. At first I thought, “Really?” Then I shrugged and got behind the wheel. Sure, I’d be the chauffeur. In this fog, I needed to concentrate on the road.

Truth is, their conversation distracted me mightily. Listening to Reuben’s graphic descriptions of his polyamorous sex life and feeling Sarah’s intense interest, I felt both pissed off and turned on. Net-net: confused. I braked at a four-way stop. “Here’s the turn,” I said. “What’s it gonna be?”

Neither replied for a long moment. Then Sarah spoke to Reuben so quietly I’m not sure I was supposed to hear. “Wanna come over?”

“Probably safer than driving any further than we have to in this fog, right?” Reuben answered.

“And Dave’s away, so you could always use his bed,” I said. Dave was my roommate.

“Yeah, sure,” said Sarah. She sounded disappointed. Maybe just tired. I drove straight on and within two minutes parked by my apartment. We climbed out of the car. I noticed that Sarah had kicked off her shoes and left them in the seat, something she often did, our parking lot pavement being smooth on bare feet.

When we got into the apartment, I immediately felt awkward. Neither of them seemed to have a clue about what to do next, either.

“Share a bowl?” I asked. They both agreed quickly. Sarah offered to get it from the bedroom, saying she’d been wearing that dress for hours.

“So you wanna slip into something more comfortable?” said Reuben in a campy voice.

“Mae West?” said Sarah.

“Tallulah Bankhead,” he replied in mock annoyance.

“Fucking drama majors,” she muttered as she padded off.

Alone with Reuben, I broke the silence by asking him what play he’d be in next. He said he’d auditioned for an O’Neill drama and hoped for a lead. “I gotta beef up my resume.”

At that point Sarah came out of the bedroom wearing a long tee that she used as a sleep shirt on the rare occasions we şahinbey escort didn’t sleep nude. I could see she’d taken off her bra, and the shirt reached just far enough to create a question about the panties.

She sat between Reuben and me on the sofa and used a lighter to flame the weed. She took a deep drag and handed it to me. “I’m losing my buzz,” she said.

“As your designated driver I never got one,” I said, taking a hit. I passed it to Reuben, who sucked in a lungful.

Sarah swung toward me and plopped her bare feet into my lap. “Tickle my feet,” she said. She smiled as I ran my nails up and down her soles.

“You like getting tickled?” Reuben seemed incredulous.

“Love it,” she said. “Different strokes, right?” Now that she faced me, I could confirm her lack of panties. Rueben started rubbing her shoulders. “Ooo. That’s nice,” she said. We worked on her feet and shoulders for several minutes.

With a quick, “Thank you, guys,” she swung her feet onto the floor and stood up. “Bedtime for me.” She gave me a peck on the lips and did the same to him. “See you…whenever,” she said as she walked off. The t-shirt had climbed her ass several inches, leaving us with no doubt that her dance classes kept her in good shape.

Reuben and I sat in silence for several seconds. The next move fell to me. On the one hand I could miss a fantastic opportunity, on the other I could make a ruinous mistake. I stood and said, “Dave’s room’s over here.” The doors to the two bedrooms adjoined in the corner.

When I opened the door to my bedroom I found Sarah seated cross-legged on the bed. I stepped through and waited just inside. She looked at me, uncertain. Then her face lit up when Reuben stepped in beside me. “C’mere, guys,” she said, her voice a friendly growl.

We slipped off our shoes and climbed onto the bed on either side of Sarah. She kissed Reuben, then me, then Reuben again. For the next several minutes she traded off necking with the two of us, enjoying the attention. I lifted her t-shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Sarah stripped Reuben’s off of him and added it to the pile. She lay back on her elbows, naked. He and I shed the rest of our clothes and stood there, awkwardly.

She grinned at the sight of our bobbing cocks. Taking one of us in each hand, she pumped until we both reached maximum hardness. We each applied our mouth to one of her nipples and started sucking. “Oh, my,” she said. “That’s special.” I admired how she managed to sound a touch sarcastic, even in the throes of sexual pleasure.

I kissed my way down her flat stomach to the warm valley between her legs. Then I planted my lips in her cleft and started licking. She let out a low purr. I felt her juices flow. I sat back, smiling. I only tensed a little when Reuben crawled over to take my place. “Okay,” I thought. “Breathe. Don’t freak out.” I hoped we’d learn a new position or two from him, and that would make it worth it.

He buried his nose in her neatly trimmed public hair and went to work. I saw a flicker of pleasure in her eyes. She sighed and whispered, “That feels good.” I languidly stroked her breasts and belly. After a few minutes he showed no sign of slowing up. I know now how dumb this will sound, but I worried she might be getting annoyed at his persistence. For a time she actually looked a little sleepy, bored even, eyes closed, head lolling back and forth. Then I noticed how her engorged nipples pointed to the ceiling like wagging fingers. Her breath started coming in sharp pants. Her hands grasped for anything – the sheets, Reuben’s hair, her own breasts. Her toes curled like fists.

Reuben came up for air, grinning. She opened her eyes and glared at him. “Oh my god,” she said, sounding almost in a panic. “Don’t stop.” He went back to work with his tongue. She made interesting noises, which got louder when he slid a finger inside her, then two. I soon discovered the second circumstance, along with drinking, that brings the swears out of Sarah. “Jesus. Oh, shit. Fuck. Oooo Christ. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yes.” He ate her like a starving man and jammed his fingers into her like a maniac. Sarah’s distinctly articulated cursing mixed with a series of incoherent, animalistic cries I’d never heard come from a human. Finally she threw her head back and screamed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. He kept licking, driving her higher, until she pressed her palm against this head and pushed him back a bit. Smaller convulsions shook her hips as she panted and came down.

I stared, mouth agape. For once there could be no doubt about what just happened. I felt happy for her but worried for myself. When Reuben could do that to her, would she ever want me again? Had I made the worst mistake of my life? She interrupted my anxious thoughts by swinging her hips toward me, legs spread wide, inviting. I leaned forward, and it felt like her honeyed labia slurped me deep into her belly. salihli escort Sliding into Sarah always felt great, but this time it reminded me of plunging into a hot whirlpool. I came almost right away but kept going without missing a beat. I knew on some level that Reuben deserved the credit for our heightened sexual experience, but I shoved the implications out of my mind in order to enjoy the moment. Sarah’s hips met me thrust for thrust. Our bodies slapped loudly, and our groans harmonized in an erotic crescendo. Finally I sighed and came a second time. I held myself up, hovering above her sweaty, flushed body, marinating in the feelings.

I would’ve gladly stayed there forever, but Sarah had other ideas. She gently pushed me off to her right. I rolled over and collapsed onto the bed. She swivelled her hips to her left, where Rueben knelt between her thighs. Instead of sinking into her, though, he rubbed the tip of his penis against her lips. She gasped. “How are you doing that?” Her voice sounded breathy and exhilarated. He continued drawing incredible responses from her with minimal movement until she lowered her voice into a command: “Your cock. In me. Now.”

At that point he leaned forward and sunk deep. He thrust again and again while he grunted and panted and she moaned like the damned. When he abruptly withdrew, her breathy “No!” came out an urgent whisper. He straddled her chest and tucked himself into the lush valley between her breasts. A thick, white paste coated his erection, presumably a cocktail of her cum and mine. He squeezed her fleshy mounds together and began thrusting into them. First she looked surprised. I’d never done that with her, and I’m pretty sure her exes hadn’t, either. But her reaction quickly changed to delight. She grabbed her own breasts, freeing his hand to reach behind and finger her. I watched, impressed and amazed, as he drove her into a far greater frenzy screwing her breasts than I ever had achieved in her vagina. She spewed curse words in the throaty tone that promised her approaching climax. She bucked like a bronco, almost throwing him off the bed as she exploded in her second orgasm of the night.

He stepped onto the floor, giving her a chance to come down from her high. Then he grabbed her ass and rolled her onto her stomach. She was clearly reeling and went along willingly as he lifted her onto all fours. He climbed up behind, slid into her, and began pumping. His balls slapped loudly against her ass. Then he eased her onto her side and laid down next to her, spooning. One of her legs lay flat on the bed. The other stretched up into the air. He kept thrusting from behind, leaving her beautiful expanse of pink flesh wide open in front. He reached his hand around and rubbed. She wailed and trembled. Her face contorted in ways that reminded me why they call orgasms “beautiful agony.” After maybe five minutes she exploded in her third orgasm. I made a mental note that in half an hour he’d tied my most optimistic record with Sarah, and – no denying it – provided higher quality climaxes than I ever had.

Her contractions squeezed him out. When she saw him flapping free, she sucked him into her mouth and fellated him with more enthusiasm than I’d ever received or even imagined. He groaned as he shot what looked like a big load that she eagerly swallowed.

Sarah slowly stood up from the bed. I couldn’t get over how ravishing she looked: skin glistening with sweat, hair wild and messy, cum dripping down her chin. Looking from Reuben to me, she said, “You guys are just. fucking. amazing.” Then she turned away and tossed a quick, “Gotta pee” over her shoulder as she padded to the bathroom. Reuben and I both lay back on the bed. I couldn’t speak. When Sarah returned she stretched out naked between us, one hand on my ass, the other on Reuben’s shoulder. Normally, she objected to sheets even half as messy as these, sometimes insisting we strip the bed even when we’d been tired as hell. Tonight she couldn’t have cared less. Within minutes we were all asleep.

I woke up early, dazed, with the feeling that something had happened but unable to recall what. Then I looked over and saw Sarah and Reuben breathing quietly, bodies entwined. I remembered. Right. That. I slid out of bed, closed the door softly, and walked into the living room. The sun had just come up. The light fell softly onto the sofa, where I sat for a long time, lost in thought.

After a while I heard voices from the bedroom, too quiet for me to make out what they were saying. The door clicked open. I saw a flash of orange flannel. Reuben’s shirt. Then I realized that Sarah had it on. She stopped at the end of the hall. “Is Dave home?” she asked. I said I didn’t expect him until the next day. She shucked the shirt to the floor and sat beside me, naked. I stared straight ahead. She kissed my cheek. I turned toward her. She kissed my lips, mouth open, tongue exploring, and reached down to fondle the soft flesh between my legs.

I looked at her, surprised. “Thought maybe you’d be done with me,” I said quietly.

“Last night was fun,” she said.

“No thanks to me.”

She caressed my cheek. “Reuben knows things about my body even I didn’t know. But that’s all it is. Knowledge. Practice. He says he’d be happy to teach you. Us.”

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I took a sip from my mug of tea and sighed. It was 0930 in the morning and the noise coming from the road outside was driving me mad. I set my mug down and slipped off from the dressing table stool and headed to the window. I parted the curtains a bit and peered outside. The road outside the house had to be dug up for cables or something. The workmen had been there all week now yet they didn’t seem to do much. Every time I looked out the window they were just standing around. I couldn’t see any of them now though. They must be further down the road as the noise was coming from a little past the drive. There was just a white van parked up in the drive again, facing the front of the house. I had agreed to let them park in the drive to ‘minimise disruption to the road users’ as they had put it. I sighed again wondering how long they would be working outside for.

Just as I was about to move away from the window something caught my eye in the cab of the white van. It was about 10 foot from the front of the house so I squinted to try and make out the movement. I gasped. In broad daylight, in front of the house, in the passenger seat of the white van, a guy was jacking off! My breath caught in my throat as I registered what I was watching. Because I was looking down through the windscreen, I couldn’t see his face. All I could see was his high-vis vest, white t-shirt and his jeans undone with his dick out. I made sure I was looking through the smallest gap of the curtains. I looked out past the van to check if anyone else was around. Still no-one. I looked back down at the van. I could see the guy had large hands as his right one moved up and down his shaft. He was in the full throttle of wanking, stroking fast. I knew he would cum any minute wanking like that.

Then something else caught my eye. Something had moved to the left. The seat next to him was empty. I looked harder to see what had moved and gasped again. There was someone sat in the drivers seat! I stepped back shock. I stood still for what seemed like ages but my curiosity got the better of me. I stepped back to the window. The guy on the right was still stroking his hard cock. I looked to the drivers seat and saw the other person still sitting there. I couldn’t see their face. They were wearing a dark long-sleeved top which was why I probably didn’t notice them to begin with. Through the gaps in steering wheel I could then see it was a guy also with his knob out wanking! I stood in awe as I watched both guys wanking hard.

As I watched, the guy on the right came. His cum shot out across his lap and onto his jeans darkening the fabric. It dribbled down his cock and over his fingers as he slowly teased his cum out. I looked across to the guy in the drivers seat. He suddenly reached out and gripped the steering wheel. I saw him cum as it landed on his top. Thick white strips of cum against the dark fabric. I was suddenly aware that my breathing had quickened and of the dampness between my legs. I watched as they wiped up the cum from their clothes and their fingers. Then the guy in the drivers seat handed the other a £20 pound note. I watched as the guy on the right leaned forward to put the money in his back pocket. He seemed to be laughing. All manner of thoughts raced through my mind to explain what I had just witnessed. They must be gay. Why else would two guys wank in a van together?

I moved away from the window before I was seen. My nipples were pressing against the fabric of my dressing gown. I reached down and squeezed one between a forefinger and thumb. I thought about returning back to bed for a bit of ‘self-amusement’ on myself when the doorbell rang. Panicked I scrambled back to the dressing table. I had just had a shower and was putting on my make-up before I looked out the window – so I at least I looked half decent. I dragged a comb through my hair, twisted it up and fixed it into place with a hair clip. I adjusted the dressing gown to cover my erect nipples as best I could. The doorbell went again. I prayed it wasn’t the workmen as I wouldn’t be able to hide my blushes.

As I half-ran to the door I could see the bright yellow of a high-vis vest through the frosted glass of the front door. I opened the door and my breath caught in my throat. He was stunning. He hadn’t had a shave in a few days. His sandy coloured hair was in some kind of attempt at being tidy, but instead flopped over his green eyes. He smiled at me as the images of him wanking just 5 minutes ago flashed through my mind. I glanced at his thigh and saw the wet stain on his jeans. My pussy clenched as my eyes softened.

‘Er, sorry to disturb you love, do you mind if I just used your loo?’ he asked, smiling at me. I returned an embarrassed smile. He probably needed to wash his hands I thought to myself as I relived the image of his cum dribbling down over his fingers from his wank. I blushed slightly.

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‘Er, sure, go ahead, it’s upstairs.’ I stood back as he started to walk in. ‘Er, would you mind taking your boots off?’

He glanced down. ‘Oh yeah, sure.’

He nizip escort was about 30, tall – about 5ft 9, and what I could only describe as broad chested. He didn’t look like he had stacks of muscles like he went to a gym regularly, but was obviously strong from his job. He slid his feet out of the boots and placed them by the door.

‘Would you like a drink? I was about to put the kettle on.’ I smiled at him as I closed the door. God I hoped he wasn’t gay. Watching them had seriously turned me on.

‘Er sure, thanks. Tea, three sugars please.’ He stole a glance at my breasts. Mmmmm….so good so far. I pretended not to notice. As he headed upstairs I put the kettle on in the kitchen. I looked down at my dressing gown and pulled it open at the front. Just enough so that the curves of my breasts could be seen. Right up to my nipples. I was 28 years old and a curvy size 14 on my 5ft 5″ frame. I liked my figure, men seemed to love my round ass too. I heard him heading back down the stairs I had butterflies in my stomach.

‘Your cuppa is ready’ I called cheerily. I was nervous. I would never dream of having sex with a stranger like this, yet seeing him cum had drawn me to want him desperately. I was acting before I tried to see reason. It was now or never as he was already in the house and I was practically naked. I just hoped he wasn’t gay.

When he was in the kitchen, I turned with his mug of tea in my hand. He stopped in his tracks. His eyes were taking in my now nearly exposed cleavage. He quickly moved his eyes away to mine as he took his drink from me. I smiled at him almost daring him to make a move. He smiled back as an almost confused expression crossed his brow but disappeared quickly. He drank from his mug as I sipped mine. I leant back against the worktop as my dressing gown exposed most of my right thigh. I glanced down at my mug, inviting him to look at me. I turned back to see him hungrily taking in the sight of my flesh. Neither of us spoke. I took another sip of my tea as I looked him directly in the eyes. He seemed to understand. He set his mug down on the counter eithout breaking our eye contact, in-case he had made a terrible mistake. I sipped again, my mouth suddenly dry, but never taking my eyes off him. He stepped closer to me as I placed my mug on the counter.

In one move, he had me sitting on the worktop. I gasped with the effortless move he had made and with the shock of the cold worktop on my behind. My dressing gown opened to show my erect nipples and partly shaved pussy. He groaned. As his large hands undid the belt of my gown, I sighed. My breathing had quickened again.

Once my gown was open he slipped it over my shoulders. His eyes taking every inch of me in. He slid his hands over the skin of my thighs as he gently parted them. My head fell back with anticipation of feeling his touch. Then his hands were gone.

I raised my head. In a second, he had removed his high-vis vest and top. His exposed chest sent a shiver through me. I licked my lips wanting to taste his skin. I looked back at his face. I wanted to taste his mouth even more. Our eyes were locked. He stepped between my thighs. My hands touched the bare flesh of his sides. His skin felt smooth, unlike his hands. He bent his face to mine as his hands slid up my back. I closed my eyes waiting to feel his warm mouth. I felt his breath across my lips as his lips touched mine. I wasn’t expecting them to be so soft. He kissed me. A gentle kiss that did not match the look of him. I kissed him back equally as gentle.

Then the floodgates opened. His kissing was now frantic. He breathing laboured. He scooped me against him. My hands were felling every inch of his back as his hands now moved to my breasts. I let out a moan as he pinched each of my nipples. His lips moved to my neck as his hands caressed my breasts.

‘I saw you…,’ I breathed before I could stop myself, ‘…outside, in the van’.

He moaned loudly against my neck. Knowing I had seen him wank had only turned him on more.

‘I saw you both….are you, gay?…..Or, bi?….Or what?’ I managed between breaths. I still couldn’t shake the image of them wanking together. I didn’t know why it had turned me on so much.

He laughed. ‘No, we aren’t gay. Or bi.’ he moved from my neck to look at me. His hands slid to either side of my hips, ‘ Karl and I have been mates since I can remember and have shared lots of ‘experiences’ together. We are just very at ease around each other. You saw us have a wank race.’ He laughed again. ‘The winner gets twenty quid off the other.’

My eyes were wide. I didn’t know what to think about first. What he meant by ‘shared experiences’ or that men did such things as ‘wank racing’. My mind buzzed.

‘Shared, like what? Women?’ My eyes still wide.

‘Yeah, if they want it like that.’ His eyes now trying to figure out if I found that a turn on or a turn off.

My God, I had always thought about a threesome yet this was crazy. I didn’t even know these men. I still odunpazarı escort found it incredibly exciting though. The thought of two men inside me. I closed my eyes for a fraction too long and he saw it.

He lowered his lips to my to my ear while a hand slid up between my thighs.

‘Is that want you want?’ he whispered in my ear.

He sucked my earlobe into his warm mouth. I gasped as my body twitched at his touch.

‘Do you want me and my mate to fuck you?’ He said it as barely a whisper as his fingers found my pussy. All I could do was nod. ‘MMMmmmm….have you had a threesome before?’ He moved back to face me. I shook my head. ‘You will love it, I’m sure. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to and we will stop as soon as you say the word. I’ll go get him, but I won’t tell him why. If you change your mind just shake your head at me and I will send him off on a 60mile round trip somewhere.’ He chuckled to himself. ‘Then we can pick up where we left off….’ He kissed me gently again and then lifted me from the worktop to the floor.

I wrapped my dressing gown on again as he pulled his top back on and headed for the front door. I found my tea and almost gulped it down. My throat was instantly dry again. I tried to calm myself down but could feel I was shaking slightly. I headed back to the bedroom and pulled on a summer dress that didn’t need a bra and fixed my hair again in the mirror. I guess if I was dressed it would be easier to opt-out if I had changed my mind. I opened the curtains to see them both heading to the front door.

The doorbell rang. Good, keep up appearances, I thought. I took a deep breath and headed to the door. I opened it to find both of them there. Karl wasn’t as good looking as his mate. Same age, roughly same height and as broad chested. He had very short dark brown hair and no stubble. His eyes were a piercing blue. I couldn’t help but stare at both men lost for words.

‘Dean says you’ve got the kettle on, ta very much.’ Karl stated, glad for a drink.

‘Oh yes’ I said. ‘How do you like it Karl?’ I asked with a nervous smile. I stood back allowing them room to enter the house.

‘Same as Dean, three sugars’ he replied.

Well at least I knew their names now. Dean was watching me for any sign that I had changed my mind. If not I supposed he would get the ball rolling. He took his boots off and Karl followed suit. I tried to think of something to say to ease my nervousness.

‘So how long are you guys working out there for?’ I asked as I shut the door and headed to the kitchen.

‘Well, should be done by late this afternoon’ replied Karl.

Dean was directly behind me now with Karl following behind. As we walked into the kitchen, Dean gently pressed himself against me just long enough to let me to know he still had his hard on. I felt it touch my side through his jeans. I had to close my eyes to compose myself. He walked to the counter where his mug was, I walked to the kettle, filled it with water and set it back on it’s base. My heart was racing as I turned to lean against the counter. Dean’s eyes looking at me hungrily.

‘Oh, can I use your loo quickly please?’ asked Karl oblivious to what was going on silently between me and his mate.

‘Mm…..hmm’ was all I could manage, ‘it’s upstairs.’

‘Ta’ he replied as he made his way upstairs to the loo.

‘So, what are you thinking?’ Dean asked me as he headed to where I was standing.

‘How nervous I am. I haven’t done this kind of thing before, especially with two guys!’ I suddenly felt panicked. What was I doing??

He bent down to kiss me. His warm mouth softer than I remembered a few minutes ago. I started to relax. His hands found mine and locked fingers. They were so much bigger than mine. My mind turned to his cock and what they say about guys with big hands. I unlocked our fingers and felt for his jeans. I undid them as he moaned in my mouth. His jeans almost burst open from the pressure of his cock pushing against it. I pulled away from his kiss and smiled at him. He grinned back. I gave him another quick kiss knowing I would only be able to give them half the attention once Karl was back. He didn’t seem to want to break it and I secretly wondered if sharing me with his mate was not what he wanted.

I finally broke the kiss and took his hand. Without a word I led him upstairs to the bedroom. Once inside I knelt in front of him. He took his high-vis vest off then his top. I pulled his jeans and boxers down. His cock was as stunning as he was. It was thick and long. He closed his eyes and threw his head back waiting for my touch on his hot skin. The first thing I did was lick his tip. His whole body flinched at the pleasure of the touch as he moaned in delight. His hands were on the back of my head. I grasped his cock at the base as I teased his tip in and out of my wet mouth. His soft moans filling the room. I heard Karl open the bathroom door. My heart was racing in my chest. I closed my eyes as I enveloped onikişubat escort Dean’s hard cock in my mouth. He let out a satisfied loud moan. Karl must have heard that one, I thought. As I started to deep-throat him, his moans were of ecstasy.

‘Dean?’ Karl called out from the landing. Unsure what to make of the noises, he was hovering at the bedroom door.

‘Yeah…in here…’ Dean responded between pants.

Karl opened the door enough to see me kneeling in front of his friend almost trying to swallow his cock. He stood still watching as Dean’s head was thrown back, eyes closed as his cock smoothly slid in and out of my mouth. I was moaning too, while my fingers cupped his balls gently.

Dean lifted his head and looked at Karl. He let out a chuckle. I turned to look at Karl too. He was almost dumbstruck. It was easy to see he had a hard on starting in his jeans. He unconsciously adjusted his cock. Dean smiled at his friend.

‘You joining us?’ Dean asked. That was all the encouragement Karl needed. His look suddenly turned to lust. Dean looked down to watch me still sucking his knob. He slid out of my mouth, helped me to my feet and kissed me deeply.

‘I will let you two get acquainted as we had a bit of a head start.’ Dean said winking at me after breaking the kiss. He stroked his cock a couple of times as he headed to the bed. He laid down with a hand behind his head, sitting up against the pillows slowly stroking his cock with the other while watching me and Karl. ‘Take it slow with her mate, she’s trying something new here.’

I looked over to Karl and couldn’t help but smile nervously. He smiled back. I was lost in his eyes. He walked over and stroked a piece of my hair from my face. With his hand, he tipped my face to his and lowered to kiss me. His kiss was tender, his lips as soft as Dean’s. As his tongue licked across my lips my tongue found his. His hands were on my shoulders and neck as mine stroked up his back. He made amazing moaning sounds with each kiss as though he could do this forever. I completely relaxed into him. His mouth moved down to the side of my neck and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I could feel my nipples throbbing hard. Karl slipped a hand into the front of the dress, cupping a breast. My nipple soft against his coarse hand. I sighed as my pussy clenched. I was so wet I could feel it seeping down my thighs. I opened my eyes to see Dean stroking his cock slowly on the bed. He smiled at me.

‘You coming over here darlin’?’ Dean asked.

Karl moved his lips from my neck. He smiled at me and signalled for me to join his mate. I walked over to Dean, he reached out a hand as I climbed onto the bed. He moved up so that I was sitting in the middle of the bed as he sat up and lifted my dress over my head. He eased me down until I was laying down with him on my left. He took my left hand and placed it on his knob. His lips found mine as I started to stroke his cock. He kissed me gently as his fingers trailed down from my chin to my left breast. His fingers drawing little circles into my nipple.

Karl was then naked beside me on the bed on my right. Dean broke our kiss and moved his lips to my neck. I moaned as Karl’s lips kissed mine and his fingers teased my right nipple. I reached out and held Karl’s cock with my right hand. I could feel that Dean’s was longer but Karl’s was much thicker. I started stroking as both men moaned softly. Karl then broke the kiss and started kissing my neck. Dean then started kissing me again. I understood their pattern.

I kissed each guy in turn as they shared me. I had become so turned on I had bent my knees and parted my legs without realising. Karl was the first to move his mouth down to the nipple he had just been teasing. Dean followed moments later. I was going wild with the feel of a mouth on each nipple. Each of them were licking in their own different ways.

Their hands moved slowly down my body until each had a hand on my stomach. Slowly they then trailed their fingers towards my pussy reaching it at the same time. I gasped as each of them slid a finger inside me. Dean’s fingers were longer and felt deeper inside me. I writhed in pleasure as they each slid one or two fingers inside me simultaneously to the point that I couldn’t tell who had how many inside me at any one time. It felt incredible. I moaned as my body writhed in pleasure.

I could feel an orgasm building up as one of them started to rub my clit. The other still had his fingers inside me searching for my g-spot. They moved their mouths from my breasts and started kissing and sucking my neck and earlobes. Their fingers working my pussy and their mouths on my skin made me slip over the edge. As I convulsed my head arched back. I gripped each of their cocks hard. I let out a loud moan as my pussy gripped the fingers that were inside me. It was the biggest orgasm I had ever had. Dean moaned in my ear and I lifted my head and faced him. Our eyes locked as the last of my contractions calmed. He moved to my face as we kissed intimately as Karl’s lips were still on my neck. Karl moved his hand away from my pussy and caressed my breasts. I now knew it was Dean’s fingers that were inside me. I clenched my pussy around them as he moaned in my mouth. I broke the kiss and tried to catch my breath as Dean slid his fingers from inside me.

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As I drove down to Long Beach Island my mind was reeling from the events in the past few months. The time spent with Rocky in the Poconos was the event that started all the changes in me. Until then I was the faithful dedicated housewife. Granted my marriage was not as solid as I would have wanted, my husband was too close to his mother. Since the Poconos I have had two other adventures one of which was a complete mistake and I will never repeat it. The other, well the other was part of the reason I was on my way to LBI.

I am a full time mom and consequently only a part time photographer and I try to get to the beach when I can to try to capture images with my camera. I am not an artist but I shoot what interests me and the results, so I have been told by some of my on line friends are very good. The last time I spent the day at the beach, I met a young surfer named Kyle and in an effort to avoid an oncoming rain storm Kyle took me to his beachfront house to sit out the rain.

Well we did a bit more then sit he and I spent most of the time in his home fucking. He was magnificent. I was surprised that a man of his youth could have found a mother in her thirties attractive but he presented a few hard arguments to prove his point. I got his point a couple of times that day and if the truth were told, I was hoping to see him again.

I wanted to get to LBI early so I could take the pictures I would need to ‘prove’ or justify my time away from home. I also enjoyed taking photographs and wanted to do so for my own benefit. Besides I figured the odds of ‘running into’ Kyle again were not all that great. So I again parked in my normal spot and worked my way down the beach. I may have moved faster then normal, anxious t get to the area where I had met Kyle, but I also managed to take some shots that I thought would come out good.

As I neared the area my stomach twisted as I saw in the distance someone surfing. I don’t know if my nerves were reacting to the possibility of it being Kyle or the possibility that it was not Kyle. At any rate as I closed the distance my nervousness grew wondering all of a sudden if Kyle would either recognize me and if her did would he really want to see me again. Those last few yards were hell I was close to turning and running when I saw the man on the surfboard wave and head to shore. I was unable to run now so I tried my best to quell my nerves and walked to where Kyle was coming to shore.

I karşıyaka escort was able to use my camera to shield my uncertain face taking shots of him as he approached. I saw through the viewfinder that Kyle had obviously recognized me and he seemed to be pleased to see me. I relaxed and brought the camera down as he came to me and said.

“Danielle, it is like an answer to a prayer that you came back. I have thought of nothing since out last meeting. How are you?”

“Kyle I have to admit I was unsure that you would be pleased to see me, after all at my age…”

“Danny, come on we’ve already talked that out, you are stunning and if I may say so great in bed. Sit with me and lets just talk for a bit. OK?”

I nodded and we sat in the sand. It was a gorgeous day and no storms to use as an excuse to take me to his home. Kyle told me how much he enjoyed our time together and that he had been hoping I would return. He and I then talked about our likes and dislikes and got to know one another a bit better. We also both agreed that whatever happened with us would be purely physical, friends with benefits if you will. And then he asked me a few questions that in some way excited me. He asked me to tell him what my sexual limits were. I told him that I did not believe I had many taboos, but that gay sex was a big turn off for me.

He then asked me if I was ready to try new things in bed, and I replied that fucking a stud surfer in a rainstorm should tell him that I am at least a bit adventurous. He asked me what I wanted from him today and I said, Sex. He asked me to trust him and then took my hand and we walked to his house. I could feel myself getting wet as we neared his home and by the time I was in the door I went in his arms and kissed him hard. He responded and soon we stumbled to the couch. We continued to kiss each other as our hands sought out buttons and zippers almost tearing each other’s cloths off.

I was pleasantly reminded of Kyle’s large hard cock as I reached down and took it in my hands. At the same time Kyle’s lips had reached my tits and his hand was working a finger into me. We did not need to prolong this foreplay as we were both ready and I pushed him on his back and sat down on his cock. I was once again amazed at how it filled my pussy and just sitting there I edged closer and closer to cuming. I was so hot and ready that I just started bouncing up kartepe escort and down on his cock and crying out.

‘Oh yeah Kyle let me ride that fat juicy cock of yours! Yes! Oh god yes.”

I kept repeating as I allowed my pussy to plunge down on his cock again and again. I continued to ride him only slowing when my first orgasm hit causing me to bite my lips and hold on as my body just shook in pleasure. As my trembling body eased off I resumed my attack and it was not long after that I felt his cock twitch in me and then enjoyed the bliss of his cock spewing his seed deep inside me.

As we rested together on the couch I thought I had heard a noise but then Kyle spoke.

“Danny I hope you are as adventurous as you say because my house guests have been watching us and would love to join in.”

I panicked and tried to hide but soon realized that they had already seen so much more of me already. As I looked behind me I saw three tall muscular guys naked with their manhood all hard and big smiles on their faces. This was a complete and utter surprise to me and I tried to think about it but all I could see were three more cocks and I felt my pussy starting to tingle and Kyle’s cock, still embedded in me, started to harden again.

“Danny it’s your choice here no one will do anything you do not want. In fact if you want them to leave they will do that as well. I ask that you consider the possibilities for you and that no one here knows you nor would you likely run into any of them anywhere but here. So what do you want Danny?”

I was considering all of his words and my pussy was chiming in on the debate with my mind. In the end I said.

“Ok but I get to choose who does what and where.”

And with that I pointed to the shortest guy and asked his name. He said Todd, so I had Todd come over and while I started to ride Kyle’s cock I told the other two to play with my breasts while I sucked Todd’s cock. As I sucked one cock and fucked the other I thought that this was a real slutty situation to be in and surprisingly that thought drove me on. There was no thinking after that just more sucking and fucking. As my pussy rode Kyle I was doing my best to swallow Todd’s growing monster. At some point in this ménage both boys became more aggressive. Kyle was starting to ram his cock up into my pussy as I came down on him and Todd had grabbed my head and was literally fucking my kaş escort face. The pornography industry always has everyone cuming together but in this case Todd shot his cum first, some went straight down my throat and the rest he sprayed on my tits.

Watching his cock ejaculate in front of my eyes sent me over the edge and I felt my pussy contract around Kyle’s cock squeezing him as he pumped up into me. My legs we shaking, my pussy was generating a lot of juice and with Kyle still pounding me, my orgasm just continued without peaks or valleys for a few more minutes. While I was still in a blissful state Kyle erupted inside my and left his second load of cum buried in my hot wet pussy.

I felt someone pulling me off of Kyle and placing me down on a much thicker cock. It did not go as deep as Kyle but it was stretching my pussy wide. The boy on whose cock I now sat reached up and pulled me forward and kissed me. I eagerly kissed him back and tried to ride his fat cock but I felt a hand holding me down. Before I could turn to see what was happening the fourth member of this group had lined his cock up and was pushing it into my ass.

I was not a stranger to anal sex but I had never had my ass and pussy being fucked at the same time. While my sense of right and wrong tried to have my mouth object, my brain forced me to just feel the fullness of the two cocks. When they both started to pump into and out of me, I was in heaven. The sensation was remarkable my hand had gone to my clit and I was busily rubbing that little nub as my other hand found my tit and was twisting and pulling on my nipple. I opened my mouth to groan at the wonderful feeling I was experiencing and was happy to find that Kyle’s cock was sliding in.

I know a reserved mid-thirties mother should not have been in a beach house with three cocks using her body at the same time but who always did what they should. I guess because of the erotic level of this threesome the guys in my pussy and ass came fairly quickly and the feeling of two cocks spurting at one another with only a thin membranes separating them was more then enough to start me off again. When Kyle came he elected to spray my face and tits with his cum.

I was left to myself for a while I guess so the guys could rest up. I spent most of that time with my hand between my legs masturbating at the memory of this morning and the promise of this afternoon. As I came, this time by flying solo, I wondered how much of this day would end up in my blog. As I thought more on it and as my orgasm was receding I decided that perhaps having my on line friend Kevin write this up as an erotic story might be better.

I have a feeling that he will keep this afternoon’s debauchery for another time.

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At last there! It had been a long journey to this modest shared apartment in the city of the not-so-famous university she had been admitted in. Anna dropped her backpack and suitcase on the floor of her room and looked around. Or, in fact, the room shared by herself and someone else. The bed of the someone else was open, there was a laptop computer on one of the two small desks available, and some clothes were lying around. Her bed was on the other side of the room, there would not be too much privacy here. But this was the best her parents could afford her; no big fat scholarship.

There was another bedroom room like this next to this one, occupied by two young female students as well, in an apartment with a living room, bathroom, separate toilet, and a kitchen.

Anna looked around, knocking on the other bedroom door to introduce herself. Nobody answered, so she did not look in. Then she started unpacking her clothes and other things to the empty closet and dresser available; she assumed that they were for her. She sat at the other desk and set his laptop up to the WLAN connection promised; it was fine.

All set.

Sunday afternoon, there was chatter, the door swung open, and a young woman stormed in. In ultra-tight jeans, a loose shirt with an extremely generous neckline, and high heels.

Hmm, they have been partying. The thing to do in a city like this during weekends, if you have the money for it. Anna was from a small town, where young people were expected to behave well, under the eyes of the whole community.

– Hello there, I’m Sheila. You must be my new roommate then?

– Yes I am, arrived yesterday. Anna, pleased to meet you.

– Pleased to meet you too. Come, let’s meet the other two girls.

Sheila knocked on the other bedroom door.

– Hey guys, Anna is here, my new roommate!

– Just a minute, we’d better change our clothes first.

Change their clothes first?

Soon two young women came out, in comfortable college sweaters and loose jeans. They introduced themselves as Dorrie and Cherry. Cherry was not her real given name though, she said, but everybody called her Cherry.

In the evening, they cooked a meal together and talked the basics: where they were from, who was studying what and how far she was in her studies. The one who lived here before Anna had recently graduated and moved away. The three girls laughed saying that their studies had kind of been delayed recently. Not mine ever, cannot be, no way, Anna thought, I do not have the money to linger around here. Fast graduation, then a good job.

At bedtime, Anna was sitting on her bed in her pajamas, reading something, while Sheila was undressing.

– Look, Anna, I’m in the habit of sleeping nude. Would it disturb you to see me that way?

– No, I’ve seen nude women before. In the same bedroom too.

– Ever been with one?

Anna was blushing but decided to be frank. After all, she would live in the same room with Sheila for a couple of years. What would be the point of keeping secrets of oneself, if the roommate was curious about personal matters?

– I had a couple of love affairs, intimate, with women, but I haven’t had a long-term intimate girlfriend.

– Boyfriends?

– I had a long-term boyfriend, but we have decided to go our separate ways. There it too much distance now, it would not work out.

– Any other boys?

– Oh my you are curious! Yes, I did sleep with other boys, during that relationship too. We are young only once, aren’t we, what’s the point of sticking to one man only?

– How did he take that? Among the youth, in a small town, he could not help hearing about your girl and boy affairs.

– Well, to tell the truth, he spanked me a little, and then forgave me

– You liked the spanking?

– It was easier to take the spanking first and then think that I was forgiven. But yes, I liked it, as a physical experience. But now, good night! Sleep well!

Anna did not get sleep too soon. She was pondering Sheila’s questions. As if she was not merely curious, but was driving at something?

Next few days, university bureaucracy, where-is-what, planning studies, hoping to someday have the time to go downtown and learn to know the city.

Wednesday morning, when mut escort Anna stepped out of the bedroom to go and brush her teeth, she saw Sheila saying good morning to the two girls in the other bedroom. With deep, wet kisses between the three, hands going all around.

– All right guys, don’t let me disturb you.

OK, three lesbians then, Anna thought while brushing her teeth. What can you expect in an apartment shared by women? That was the reason for those questions of Sheila earlier. Fine, if they want to make it an affair of four, I will be in. I have seen Sheila nude a few times, and I would not mind her in my bed at all. She is good looking and smart. Likewise seem to be the others. But I do miss my bygone boyfriend now; someday I will find a man for me in this city. But that is in the Someday Agenda.

Indeed, that evening, while Anna was reading in bed, Sheila sat down naked on her bedside.

– Anna, do you really need that pajamas? It is quite warm here.

Anna laughed briefly at her approach, moved the blanket out of the way, moved a little to make room next to herself, and sat up.

– Please help me take the top part away then!

Soon Anna was bare down to the waist, and the two women were fondling one another, kissing. Then Anna firmly pulled Sheila next to her, and covered them with the blanket.

– When you find the right moment, Sheila, please remove the rest of my clothing.

Sheila replied with a passionate deep kiss, while her one hand was going around under the remaining part of the pajamas.

Then came Friday. It was Sheila who brought the issue up.

– Anna, Saturday night there is a party, a rave-up where I, Dorrie and Cherry will participate. Would you like to come there too, we can get you an invitation, and there is no cost.

– A free student party?

– No, not a student party. Another kind of party.

Hmm. Sheila obviously would not explain in more detail, Anna thought. But why not, time to have some fun. If it is free, all the better. It has been a laborious week.

– Sure, thank you, I will gladly join you.

– Anna, you cannot join us. But we have a nice young man in whose company you can come.

– Thank you, but you don’t have to pick up men for me!

– He will be a kind of chaperone for you. There won’t be too many women without a male companion.

– But what about the three of you, will you have a man with you as well?

– No, Anna, we will be the women without a male companion. We, and a couple of other girls you have not met yet.

Anna was silent for a long time. She felt that she was understanding, gradually; perhaps right, perhaps wrong. There was only one way to find out, and now she was curious. However, there were reservations.

– A party for ugly old men?

– Anna, no, we don’t, ah, well, we don’t do such parties. We, ah, handpick our parties, and there are trusted men who invite us to join their other guests. There will be young men who simply like to have some fun. Few of them will have a female companion, but we, hmm, can provide, hmm, entertainment for those women too.

Now the answer was obvious; Anna thought that she knew what was going on. They must show it to me, she thought, since I now live with them. But this assumption had to be verified.

– Alright, thank you for your, or their, kind invitation, I will be there with the gentleman who I trust will first meet me here, and then take me to the right place.

– You are welcome. Saturday evening, then.

Towards Saturday evening, they were all dressed up, except, surprisingly enough, Cherry, who was wearing ordinary everyday clothes. Anna was wearing whatever party clothes she could find in her closet. The attire of Sheila and Dorrie was however completely different.

Under her blazer, Sheila was wearing a shirt, this time not loose but tight, so that her breasts and nipples could be clearly visualized; no bra. A short wide skirt down to mid thigh, low heel shoes with which it was easy for her to dance taking a spin, as she demonstrated, with the hem of the skirt flying around, so that Anna could see, or at least for a moment spot that she had no panties either; nothing underneath.

Dorrie was wearing kind of cycling pants of nazilli escort pink material. They may have been made for her, since on the back side they went deep into the cleft between the cheeks of her buttocks, and on the front they seemed to reveal the forms of her labia. On top there was a tunic down to mid buttocks, hiding some of the goodies just nicely. She was in high heels.

– Well, Anna, what do you think?

– Men will eat you alive in ten seconds.

They laughed.

– Sure hope we will have some women too!

– Sure you will have, but for me to eat you alive, as the saying goes: let’s dance first.

– We will if you like, but take care: make sure that everybody first sees that you are in the company of your chaperone, and not one of us.

Cherry did not say anything. What was her role in what was to come?

The three of them left in a taxi, and soon enough Anna’s escort, a handsome man of Anna’s age, or a couple or years older, arrived and took her to a large house at the outskirts of the city. Martin was his name.

– Don’t intend to take a drink — I suppose there will be some available — and drive me back?

– Thank you for taking care of me, but it’s my duty tonight to take care of you. If I take some drinks, I might get carried away to join the activity.

– So you have to watch only, for my sake, sorry.

– So have you, and I don’t get invitations to these parties otherwise. I am a university student like yourself.

– Sheila and Dorrie invited me on the dance floor though.

– Then I must be there too, to make the point that you are with me.

Martin appeared to be a nice guy. A bit shy though.

The party. Young, beautiful people. Drinks, music, dancefloor. Nice dancing, but then Sheila and Dorrie decided to boost it, dancing together. Body to body, kissing, sometimes one’s back towards the front of another, with various petting by the one backside. There was another pair of girls dancing dirty in the same way. Soon enough the four girls were going from one hand to another, between most of the men and the few women which were there.

Anna had taken a couple of those free drinks and went onto the dance floor as well, straight to Dorrie. Martin followed to Sheila, and for a moment the two pairs were hugging and kissing in the rhythm of the slow music piece. Then Dorrie whispered to Anna:

– Thanks for the dance, darling, but please now hand me over to the customers. Back at the apartment, you can later have me. As often as you like, I have been jealous for what you do with Sheila.

Anna and Martin returned to their table, soon witnessing how each of the four girls vanished into other rooms with one or more men, women, or both.

Congratulations, Anna, you thought that you have ended up into a den of lesbians. Instead, you ended up into a den of whores! Well, at least Sheila and Dorrie are having sex right now, while I am sitting here with this guy Martin.

Martin might have guessed her thoughts:

– Look, Anna, Sheila invited me to accompany you. This visit was to show you what the girls do. They are part time, once a week at most, party whores, attending parties like this, suggested by people whom they trust. No risk. Like tonight, it all happens in this room and some bedrooms upstairs, safely, and only when they had chosen to accept the party invitation. At other times they are university students just like you and I.

– Well, I guessed it, now I have seen it.

– There is another aspect to this visit. Do you like what you see? Would you like to join them, in this, well, part time job? It is fun, and surprisingly well paid, since there are rich young people in this city. Sheila thinks that you would fit in, both by your body and by your sexual appetite. You have some experience too, but they would teach you a few tricks, and, at the first couple of jobs, they would be on your side to make sure that all goes well; the customers wouldn’t mind taking two girls at a time in a bedroom.

– I don’t know none about nothing right now! This first week here has been a bit overwhelming to me. But that possibility really excites me. Do you think that I would thrive in such a, ah, part time profession?

– Anna darling, we met nilüfer escort just a few hours ago. But if Sheila believes in you and the other girls agree, I believe too.

– Talking about the other girls, I haven’t seen Cherry here.

– Wait for a while. The groups are returning from their first visit to the bedrooms. It will soon be showtime. Usually these parties have other entertainment in addition to music.

Showtime? Something more? Gradually Anna’s head was bending at Martin’s shoulder. Martin put her hand around Anna, kissed her forehead, and caressed her hair.

Soon enough there were fanfares, and people were hurrying back to the ballroom. A moment, another set of fanfares, and onto the dancefloor walked an older woman in black corset, boots and gloves. She was followed by Cherry, naked but in shackles, walking in chains as guided by Sheila and Dorrie, who were wearing nothing but some sort of harness of leather strips, stockings, and shoes. They, as it seemed, forced Cherry on her knees in front of the audience, and removed the chains.

The older woman said:

– Cherry my slave, you have both cheated on me with others, and been disobedient to me.

– Yes I have, my Mistress.

– What should we do about that? Do you have any suggestions?

– My Mistress, I beg that you punish me for what I have done.

– Your request is granted. Assistants, bring me that long whip.

Dorrie fetched the whip from somewhere, and, kneeling down, gave it to the Mistress.

What then followed was a choreography of Cherry taking different poses as Mistress ordered, and begging Mistress for mercy. The whip was indeed long, but the choreography was well practiced: only the strings at its end ever touched Cherry with speed, the whiplashes very gently only.

Martin explained to Anna:

– This is no BDSM, just a show. Yes, those strings do cause Cherry some mild pain, which she loves. No marks on her though. It is but a show, but it will stimulate the guests in this party for another round of sexual activity. The older woman is a professional dominatrix, but this is one of her showtime performances; she also provides personal services.

Anna could not help thinking of the spankings her boyfriend had given her. She missed them, the pain and mild ache on her buttocks and breasts. Taking what Cherry took here; no doubt she was enjoying like Anna had enjoyed earlier. And the idea of obeying, like those girls served the guests of their customer, Cherry with the Mistress.

Finally, the older woman said:

– Done. You whore of mine and my assistants, face the audience with your legs spread and your hands behind you backs.

They obeyed, looking from table to table. Sheila winked when looking at Anna.

– Now, I leave these slaves for your use. They will serve men and women, although I forbid men from Cherry. Your flesh is here, take it! But don’t you dare to punish them! That right belongs to me only.

Again, Martin explained:

– Cherry is lesbian to the core, won’t have men. Sheila and Dorrie are bisexual, they enjoy men and women alike.

– I see. But that punishment thing; if someone got carried away?

– Then he wouldn’t be invited again, would he? If you want to punish women or men, or be punished yourself, there are different kinds of parties for that.

– I think I don’t want to hear about them right now. That was fun to watch though.

– Anna my darling, a third aspect to this visit was that you seemed to enjoy what was done to Cherry. You did like being spanked by your boyfriend. Would you like to think, just think, about taking Cherry’s place in this show? She will graduate within six months from this day, and leave the city.

– I will think. But now, take me away from here, I suppose we have seen all. But promise that you won’t leave me alone tonight!

– I won’t, my dear Anna.

And he hugged and kissed Anna, took her to the car, and then to his apartment.

After her slow and sensual lovemaking with Martin, Anna lied awake for a moment, with Martin’s warm body at her side, Martin snoring just slightly. Martin might be her new boyfriend. At the apartment, she had at least two lesbian lovers. In their party whore business, her budget limitations might be facilitated. The party whore job among the young rich and beautiful looked fun. Likewise did the slave act. Would she go for all that? Why on earth wouldn’t she?

Without an answer to that question, Anna fell asleep.

WE MIGHT READ ABOUT ANNA AGAIN, in an episode with another title.

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When I was in highschool, our senior trip was to Spain, we landed in Madrid, spent two days, then toured the country for the next ten days, stopping at all the big landmarks, even going over to Morocco for the better part of one day, and spent the last four days in Barcelona. In Barcelona there is a club that is on a retired cruise liner. It’s got a singles bar on top, a couple dance clubs under that, some trancey-rave places under that, and below deck is the goth club, Rio Styx. While all the other typical American teenagers were getting wasted due to the much lower legal drinking age, and rubbing all over each other in the dance clubs. I was sitting in the black-light illuminated River Styx listening to Peruvian Thrash Metal and watching the mosh-pit get dangerously close to the bar.

Just when I thought I should move out of the way, the song stopped. Before the pit calmed down though, a girl around my age was thrust out of it and onto the floor. “Chinga-Madre!” She shouted and then saw me looking down at her surprised. I offered a hand and she accepted the help off the ground. “Graci.” she mumbled as she sat on the barstool next to me.

“Are you ok?” I asked, noticing a small trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth. She looked at me like I was speaking Martian. It took a second for me to figure out that I might as well be, and repeated myself in Spanish. (I went to American highschool in the beginning of the 21st century, Spanish is required to graduate.)

“Fine.” She answered (for the sake of the reader, I’ll translate to English) and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smeared her dark lipstick. “Where’re you from?” She was blunt, but I liked blunt. She was also extremely cute with a pointy little nose, narrow chin, pouty bottom lip, and wide light green eyes that offset her darkly tanned skin nicely. She couldn’t have been much more than 5’6 but the knee-high platform boots with the metal plugs all over them added a few more inches to her tight little frame. She was wearing a short dress with a top comprised of a leather corset that pressed her small tits together and a bottom slit up to her bronzed ass on one side. I considered lying, saying I was an intern for a huge company and I was in Barcelona on business and flying out the next morning (Hey it worked in Malaga).

But I told the truth. “America, I’m here with my school.” She nodded and looked slightly confused. “It’s like a vacation because it’s our last year.” she nodded again, and then spun around to face the large tattooed bartender. “I’m Jeremy.” I said offering my hand.

She looked at my hand with something between disgust and intrigue. “Buy me a drink.” she spat. I thought about being a smart-ass then, asking why her parents would name her something like Buymeadrink, but I didn’t, and I told the bartender to give her a double grasshopper and handed him 2000 pesetas (the equivalent of about 12 bucks in 2001) She smiled and took a sip. “Lisa” she finally told me and shook my hand gently. “You know, this is my favorite drink.”

I smiled “I ordered it because it matches it your eyes” I told her and she cracked a small grin. As she took another swallow, I blurted out, “I’m sorry if this is too forward, Lisa, but you’re probably the most beautiful thing I’ve seen since I got to this country.”

She nearly choked on her drink, but came out laughing. “That’s the best you got?” she asked me. “Seriously, Jeremy, you’re cute, but you need some work on your lines.” We sat there then, listening to the next band tune up, and staring at each other when we thought the other wasn’t looking. A drink later and we were listening to some weird industrial stuff with the sound of women getting spanked or fucked or both in the background. Eventually I stopped pretending I wasn’t staring at her and caught her eye. She smiled and I still think I saw her blush. Lisa grabbed a napkin and pulled a pen hidden in her dress and wrote something. She passed it to me and gulped down the double she’d been sipping for nearly five minutes. “You really want me bad?” was the message she scrawled. I just looked at her and nodded as slowly and plainly as possible. She smirked and curled her index finger. The message was clear, “Follow me.” We stood up and made our way around the encroaching mosh-pit and Lisa disappeared into the ladies room.

I stood there for a second, thinking she ditched me, before the door swung open again and she yanked me in by the shirt. Our lips immediately locked, I pulled her off her feet by the straps on her corset and pushed her up against the pale green tiled wall. I held her there by forcing my body up against hers and ran one hand down her side to lift her leg to wrap around my side, and the other hand up her neck to get a handful of her hair, causing her to moan into the kiss and she started to flutter her tongue inside my mouth. I slid my hand up her dark thigh to her ass, holding it and lifting her higher before realizing she wore no panties. As she hoisted her other leg up and locked her boots together behind me, I started tracing her moist lips with merzifon escort my middle finger. From the bottom of her slit, dipping into her slightly, I rubbed her gash slowly back and forth until I hit the tiny barbell that pierced her clit.

That’s when she groaned and clenched her teeth, nearly biting a hole in my lip before I was jerked away by her hand pulling my hair. “You got to be careful with that!” she panted, and licked her lips before lowering her mouth to my neck to kiss, suck, then bite on a scar I already had from an ex-girlfriend doing the same thing.

“Ohhh… Lisa…” I groaned, and dug my fingers into her pussy, which only made her bite down harder as she moaned. I removed my hand from her hand and wrenched my arm around her leg to get at my belt and zipper. Miraculously, they gave me little trouble, and soon my cock was waving free through the gap in my boxers. I kept fingering her, occasionally quickly thrumming on her pierced clit just to see how hard she would bite me, and how loud she would moan at the miniature orgasms it caused.

Lisa removed her mouth from my neck, and I noticed a faint smearing of red on her lips. I wondered if it was from her moshing earlier or she’d broken the skin on my neck. The thoughts were interrupted when she asked “Are you just going to finger me all night, or did you want to fuck me?” she said and reached under her own legs to grab my dick and pull it towards her crotch. “Bigger than I expected.” she giggled.

I smirked at her and let her drop slightly before pushing my hips towards her. My dick glanced across her piercing, making her nearly scream, and sunk into her tiny lubed up hole until her hand stopped it from going fully inside. “Big enough?” I asked, breathless. Her hand moved away to hold onto my shoulder, and I pushed the rest of my shaft into her, then kept pushing until Lisa’s ass was pressed against the wall and my dick was pressed against her cervix. I pulled out slowly, trying to tease her, and slammed back in as soon as the crown of my dick started to leave her wetness.

“Mmmmhmmm.” She moaned and bit her lip as her greedy cunt shook around me. Lisa pulled my head down to hers as I started to slowly pull away again. “Fuck me, HARD.” She growled and gasped as I slammed back into her again. I grinned at her, with her mouth hanging open and her eyes starting to glaze over, her face was the image of an orgasm. I moved my hands to under her ass and held her in place as I plunged into her hot tight box over and over, each time pushing her against the wall and rocking against the steel barb in her clit. Each time her pussy would seize up and shudder around my rod as I manipulated her body into orgasms.

I wasn’t long before she started to scream, so I offered my shoulder for her to bite and try to muffle the screams -not that I was afraid anyone would hear with the crazy S&M music going on outside the bathroom. She bit down and I knew immediately Lisa had tasted my blood and enjoyed it as she lapped at the broken skin with her fluttery tongue. I kept plowing away at her cunt until I knew the constant gripping and pulling on my dick, not to mention the teeth in my shoulder was going to make me cum. “Lisa…” I groaned out a warning.

She broke her jaws away from my skin and swallowed before panting. “I know, I know!” Lisa unhooked her feet from behind me and released my hair and shoulder from her hands. “Let me down!” She moaned out and I immediately stepped back from the wall, dropping her to her knees as my cock popped from her hole. She was still gasping and moaning as she grabbed the base of my cock and sucked the head past her lips. Her hot little mouth worked the same oral magic on my dick as she gave my mouth and shoulder before. Her tongue waved and caressed the shaft and all around the head while her hands rhythmically squeezed the base of my dick and balls.

I gritted my teeth, groaned, and ran my hands through her hair, making her look up at me with her beautiful green eyes. “Here it is baby!” I told her, expecting to move away and let me jizz on the wall and floor. Instead, she moved her hand from the base of my cock and stuffed the rest of the shaft into her mouth, swallowing the head just before it started shooting cum. She gulped and slurped and rocked her lips on my dick until she was sure there was nothing left. “Oh god, Lisa, that was incredible.” I panted as she stood and I attempted to straighten my clothes.

“Thanks, you too.” She grinned and went to the mirror to fix her makeup. When she was done she sauntered back to me with a paper towel in her hand. “Now you have a real story to tell your friends when you get home.” she said and winked at me before shoving the paper towel in my hand. I glanced down and saw an email address written on it with black lipstick, and when I looked up again, Lisa was walking out of the bathroom, looking over her shoulder.

Of course, none of my classmates there believed me and hardly any of my friends at home bought my story until I showed them pictures Lisa sent me mezitli escort over the internet. Recognition wasn’t what I wanted though, I wanted Lisa. We kept up correspondence, and always promised one another that one would come see the other one day. We both dated other people, and never lied about our relationships. I knew when she was in love, and she knew when I was serious about someone, but there was never any illusion about us wanting each other again.

The drive from France to Spain is a long and tiresome one. Sure, there’s nice scenery, but it all looks the same after so many hours on end. I was so happy, tired, and weary when I finally reached Barcelona that I nearly forgot to call Lisa before I passed out face down in the plush king size bed in my hotel suite. “Hola?” She answered the phone, obviously not expecting the call so soon.

“Hey, Lisa, it’s Jeremy.” I told her and yawned. “I just got in town. I’m in the Diana on the river.” I went on and noticed she wasn’t talking back, so I tried to catch her interest a little harder. “I almost forgot how beauti-”

“I’m a little busy.” she interrupted me. “Sorry, I thought you were coming in tomorrow.” she whispered and paused. Before I could ask what was wrong, she told me “I’m on a date with that guy I told you about.”

‘That guy’ was Ahmed, a transplant from Morocco that caught Lisa’s eye when he DJ’d one night at her favorite club. “Oh… No problem babe.” I said, feeling my heart sink. “It’s fine really.” I told her when she tried to apologize. “I’m really tired anyway, just call me when you get up tomorrow and we’ll meet somewhere.” She agreed and I hung up the phone. It wasn’t long before I was out of my clothes and asleep under the eight-hundred thread-count sheets.

I had such nice dreams about doing all sorts of disgusting things to Lisa that I wasn’t surprised to find a erection waiting on me when I woke up slightly after dawn. I was shocked, however, to feel a pair of lips and soft wet tongue working themselves all over my shaft. I looked around and saw a cart with clean towels folded neatly on it, and a stereotypical black and white maid’s uniform thrown across it, then I cleared my throat loudly. From under straight black bangs a pair of nearly too wide, bright green eyes peered up at me. The maid pulled her mouth off my dick and smiled. “Good morning Mister Stahl.”

I laughed and pulled Lisa up to me and kissed her. “I actually forgot you worked here.” I admitted. I hugged her tightly, breathing her scent in. “God I’ve missed you so much.”

She squeezed me back for a minute, and patted me on the back. “I missed you too, but I can’t breathe sweetie.” We laughed and I let her go. She wasn’t completely nude, just down to a pale purple bra and panties, sitting next to me on the bed. “So, how was your trip?” she asked and I told her about Jo and Michelle as we dined on room service that Lisa brought as a forethought. And she told me about her life since we talked last, and about Ahmed and her date.

“You really like him don’t you?” I asked, before shoving a slice of omelet in my mouth. I glanced up her when she didn’t answer. She was chewing her lip slightly and staring back at me, one hand propping her up on the bed, the other was slowly twisting her shoulder length wavy black hair together. I swallowed just before she pounced on me. The fork clattered away somewhere and her tongue was in my mouth, legs at my sides, hands on my wrist and in my hair. With my free hand I reached for and unhooked her bra, then journeyed down her back to grope her tight little ass.

Lisa leaned up from the kiss, dragging her sharp nails down my arm and across my chest before tossing her bra away, showing me the delicacies of her perky B-cups and pierced nipples that I didn’t get to see years before. “Forget about him, I’m crazy about you.” She told me as she ran her hands back up my chest, and around my shoulders. My hand circled her hip and found the moist crotch of her underwear. I pushed against her slit, searching for the barbell through her pierced clit while she rocked on my hand and bit her bottom lip. She reached down and pulled her light green panties to one side and I noticed the piercing was gone as I slid my fingers across her nubbin and then down to her glistening hole. She ground her pussy down on my hand as I pushed my middle finger up into her and hooked my thumb up to press on her cum button.

She shuddered and moaned and her hands followed my other hand to her tits where I could pull on the little four-way barbells that pierced her nipples. She threw her head back and groaned loudly as I felt her gash spasm from the inside. “Are you going to let me finger you all day, or did you want to fuck me?” I joked and she rolled her eyes before pulling my hand out of her crotch and licking my fingers clean. Lisa slid backwards and lifted her ass up just enough to get my cock under her, and still holding her panties to one side lowered her snatch down over the head. She teased me at first, only letting the tip pass her lips over midyat escort and over, smiling down at me maliciously. I growled in frustration and grabbed her hips forcing her down body on mine. She screamed and dug her pointed nails into my hands. I groaned as I felt her insides squeezing me over and over.

“Oh, you bastard.” She moaned and slowly let her claws out of my skin. She tried to ease herself off of me, only to have her pussy try to suck me back in a few inches later. “You’re bigger than I remember.” She mewled down at me, trying to pout as she drew the same three inches of my shaft in and out of her over and over.

I pushed up at her slightly, trying to get a rhythm going between us and smiled back. “You’re much tighter than I remember too.” Eventually her pussy produced enough juice that she could slide my cock nearly out of her hole and back in again, but it wasn’t the forceful fucking against a wall we had before. It was slow and deliberate and passionate. I felt every crease and ripple in the walls of her tunnel each time she lowered herself, shuddering, over my cock. I spread her open and filled her completely every time I felt the bottom of her ass land on my legs.

My hands explored as much of her body as I could reach. Up and down each thigh, around each hip and over her stomach. I toyed with her nipples and held her hands, stroked her shoulder and let her rest her face in my palms. She bit down on one of my thumbs as I stroked it across her moistened lips and I felt her whimper as my dick twitched deep inside her pinkness. “I want your cum in me.” She breathed out as her walls squeezed me tighter. She leaned down to kiss me during her orgasm, nearly freeing my cock from its slick prison. “Please cum in my pussy.” Lisa begged me and forced her hips backwards.

I grabbed her ass and held it down, making her groan in disappointment. She kept trying to wriggle her cunt up and down my shaft, making the tip of my cock scrape back and forth against the door to her womb. I arched up into her and let her ass go, and Lisa started grinding back and forth on me. Her nails found my skin again as she threw her head back then fell forward panting, still grinding her body down on mine. A whine escaped Lisa’s mouth as I pushed more of my swelling cock up into her. I growled through clenched teeth as I started flooding her tiny pussy with cum.

Lisa closed her eyes and let a “Oooh… Yesssssss…” leave her mouth. She kept rocking her ass back on me and I was spurting more inside each time our thighs met. She finally slowed and stopped when she could feel cum leaking out of her quim. She rolled off of me and laid there content for a few minutes before inching up to kiss me. “I need to get back to work.” She sighed and I was suddenly disappointed she wouldn’t be joining me in the shower.

“Don’t you want to get cleaned up first?” I said pulling her on her nipple and leading her to another kiss. Our tongues snuck out of our lips and intertwined for a few long seconds.

She backed away and was out of the bed before I could protest. “No way.” She answered as she shrugged her bra back on and started to pull on her uniform. “I want to do my rounds and feel your cum squishing around inside me.” Lisa explained and winked at me as she tied her apron around her waist. “Now you rest up and get cleaned up, I’m planning on wearing your ass out later.” She said and bent down to kiss me again, leaving me ample time to reach under her skirt and grab her ass again. She smacked me playfully with her feather duster. “Mr. Stahl! This is not that kind of hotel!” she squealed and left me in the bed to watch her push her cart out of my suite.

I did I was told, lying in bed for probably another two hours flipping channels before taking a long shower. I tried to kill as much time as I could. I drank a cup of a coffee, played a few games on my new laptop, checked my email and updated my travel schedule. I still had Greece, Germany, Russia, South Korea, Japan, and New Zealand before I was anywhere close to home. I glanced at the clock and realized it was well past lunchtime and I’d still seen nor heard of Lisa. I wondered shortly about how long her shift was then suddenly got an idea inspired by my growling stomach. I called room service and convinced them to make me two bacon cheeseburgers and some fries the way I liked and added “You have a maid here named Lisa; the one with the bright green eyes. Can you please have her bring my order?” to the end of the telephone conversation.

I leaned back in my chair smiling at my own cleverness. Half an hour later there was a knock on the door and I rushed to answer it and usher Lisa inside. Only it wasn’t Lisa; her name tag said Elise, and she had bright green eyes, but this Lisa was taller, blond, and thinner with lighter skin. Her narrow face was spotted with freckles across her brow, nose, and cheeks; there seemed to be many more of them under her clothes if her arms and exposed upper chest were any indication. She was definitely not what I ordered, but the meal still looked appetizing. This new maid must’ve seen the confusion and disappointment on my face. “You actually know Lisa don’t you?” I nodded and shrugged, she laughed. “Sorry, she’s helping out in the kitchen. The manager sent me because my name is so close to hers and thought you wouldn’t mind. Lisa made your hamburgers though.”

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