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Chloe had met a beautiful Latinx/Mexican-American girl at a wedding shower. She had seduced a kiss out of her, and later arranged and met with her for a dalliance. Rose, the girl she had slept with, had taken to lesbian love making like a duck to water. She hadn’t texted her because it turned out Rose was married. What to do, what to do?

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Chloe got a text, it read. “Great news, my husband has agreed we can ‘date’. When can I see you again? XO Rose

Her face lit up, she had not wanted to text her; she knew Rose had to deal with being a married woman. Now, it seemed her husband was aware and was okay if Rose slept with women. He probably wants to use this to get a threesome she thought; he would be wrong. She texted back;

“So glad you were able to make this work, I can’t wait to see you again! How about the same time and place as last time? But let’s not meet for coffee, just come to me! XO

Suddenly, her week was looking up.

Rose got the text while at work. She didn’t see it right away, but when she read it, her lips pulled back into a smile. She stared off into space for several minutes, thinking of how they had made love before. Her little lady started feeling moist. She would tell Ike, but didn’t think it would be a problem.

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“You’re seeing her again. Kinda fast, don’t you think? It’s only been a week.” Ike said, caught off guard to hear Rose wanted to see this ‘woman’ again.

“I thought you were okay with me seeing her? That’s what you said last time!” she pouted.

“I know, I know, but I didn’t expect it to be so…soon. I guess I’m worried you have become infatuated with her. Any chance you’re growing obsessed with her?” He asked.

“No, I knew that I wanted to see her again. I don’t know why timing should be an issue. Yes, I find this exciting, but I really don’t think I’m obsessed with her. Let me go see her, and then I’ll tell her we have to slow down. Okay?” She smiled her wifey smile that got him to agree to her ideas.

“Okay, I guess that works,” he was mollified.

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As the work week progressed, Ike found himself distracted at work. Either he was thinking of Rose and her fling, or he was meeting with push back from one of his staff. Johnny, a new hire at his company, had a way of getting under Ike’s skin. Maybe it was his ‘know it all’ way he carried himself or his arrogant posturing…but he was definitely not Ike’s cup of tea. As it turned out, there was a company competition in coding. Rules were simple, design a simple game, and the game that had the most ‘plays’ won.

Johnny kept bragging that he would have the top game, and laughed at other people’s ideas. Tuesday, was the judging, and it had Ike so focused on work, he had completely forgotten Rose was meeting up with her girlfriend Wednesday night. As Tuesday crept by, the tally on the digital display in the lobby alternated. Of the top three, Ike and Johnny kept switching for the top spot. At one point, around lunch, a small group of people gathered at the flat screen tv that had the live results. Polling closed at 4pm, one hour before quitting time. Johnny was being Johnny, in other words bragging.

“Put Hd Porno your money where your mouth is, Jonathan! Dinner and drinks are on the loser!” Ike dared Johnny. When he found out his birth name, he used to get under his skin.

“Alright, I’ll do you one better. Dinner and drinks and $100 or something of equal value. How about that?” Johnny took the bait.

“Deal!” both of them shaking on it.

Ike had created his small game inspired by the Cuphead video game; simple graphics and game play with surprising difficulty to advance. It was addicting. Johnny had created a game that had lots of graphics, but the game wasn’t impossible to figure out. After lunch, as the crowd passed the lobby, it was clear Ike had taken the lead. As the final hours passed, his lead crept up even more.

“Shit!” Johnny exclaimed at the end of the challenge.

Ike was presented with an award, a miniature old fashioned video game, like the ones that had once filled arcades. Johnny stood there, silent and brooding. He finally walked over and shook Ike’s hand.

“Dinner tomorrow night? There is a microbrewery that actually has good food, called Taps. We can meet there at say 5:30?” he sounded deflated.

“You’re on. See you then.” Ike did a miserable job trying not to gloat.

When he got home, he told Rose all about it. She smiled and was happy for him, hugged him in further congratulations.

“Good for you, glad you one-upped him. He was really getting on your nerves.” she smiled. She held back from reminding him about her time with Chloe, he was happy and for the time being she didn’t want to give him reason to have second thoughts.

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The sun rose on Wednesday morning, and Rose was thinking of Chloe all day, while Ike was planning to order the most expensive dinner on Johnny’s tab, and he was going to drink up while he was at it. The work day passed quickly, and it was time to call it a day. Ike texted Rose, letting her know he was cashing in at Johnny’s expense and would probably be home later.

“Have fun making him eat crow!” she texted back, neglecting to remind him where she was going.

When Rose arrived at Chloe’s little cottage house, she saw the front door open slightly, leaving a darkened interior lit by the outside light. She stepped into the house, and there stood Chloe. She was wearing a silk robe that was open. The soft swell of her breasts could be seen, but her pink delightful nipples were covered. Lower, her barely there g-string was also visible. She took Rose’s hand and led her, walking backwards into the bedroom. Scented candles were lit, and flickered in a half light. Her smile risqué, her body language carnal.

She let her robe drop, then dropped her panties. She climbed into the bed, and laid back, her fingers at her mouth, teasing Rose.

“Make me feel beautiful, Rose.” she whispered, returning Rose’s statement from their first tryst.

Rose, her lust already peaking, climbed on top of her, kissing her pink aroused nipples. Chloe ran her fingers through Rose’s hair, her face turned to the side, enjoying the attention. Rose ran her hand along Chloe’s thigh, caressing her as she reached Türkçe Altyazılı Porno for her venus. Chloe parted her legs, giving Rose permission to have her way with her.

“Play with my pussy,” Chloe told Rose, who willingly obliged.

As Rose continued placing kisses on her torso, her fingers explored Chloe’s lower lips, teasing them as much as stimulating them. Chloe’s fingers played with Rose’s tulip as they worshiped each other. The perfume Chloe was wearing intoxicated Rose with passion for her feminine lover. Rose kisses were continuing down towards Chloe’s chalice, and when she reached it, her lips replaced her fingers, still teasing and stimulating her valley. Chloe moved ever so slightly and lifted one of Rose’s legs so she could suckle her flower as well. They stayed that way, each licking, sucking and stimulating each other’s temple.

Once they both reached their first of several climaxes, the lovers shifted so they were facing each other, they continued kissing, their hands now masturbating each other. Both were moaning with sensual delight. They looked into each other’s eyes as they made love, their sapphic desire unchained. After a soft climax, they shifted and cupped each other’s venus, their flower and their hips alternated rubbing the other’s box, scissoring each other; the lust over taking them, their need for a bigger orgasm driving their movements. They continued until both started shaking, their bodies releasing their pent up lust with abandon. They squirted on each other, then took turns licking each other clean. Their bodies spent, Chloe crawled on top of Rose, and lay on top of her. Chloe’s legs were slightly open, her mound pressing on Rose’s mound. They kissed as Rose’s hands ran across Chloe’s soft skin. They enjoyed their post-passion bliss, not wanting to move, not wanting to return to reality.

Eventually, Rose had to leave, she was running late as it was. She stood at the doorstep, kissing Chloe goodbye in a way that said she’d rather stay the night.

Minutes after Rose left, the door opened and Pamela walked in the door. Chloe turned, surprised to see her back. Pamela, a power blond that could win any bikini contest or model them for that matter, stood there looking at Chloe.

“Who is that you were kissing on my doorstep Chloe? Are you cheating on me?” she demanded.

“Sorry, not sorry. I was returning the favor.” Chloe didn’t back down.

“Okay, so she’s your revenge fuck. I get it, you got me. That’s what I get for my infidelity. But it’s over now.” demanded Pamela.

“You cheated on me for a year, that’s the least I can get. Don’t you think? I did it when you’re leading your workout class, I’m not shoving it in your face, at least, not like you did to me.” she reasoned.

Pamela stepped up to Chloe, kissing her on the lips.

“Fair enough, you have a year. I’ll stay a little later for my Wednesday class so you can have your fun. But do be a dear, and get in the shower. I’m horny from seeing you kiss her, time for ‘our’ fun to begin.”

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Ike arrived at Taps, and quickly found Johnny, clapping him on the back. He raised his hand to signal a waitress.

“Red Brazzers Ale, Jeremiah Red if you have it.” He smiled at the pretty little girl. Johnny asked for the house brew.

“Okay, okay. I lost, I get it. Are you going to rub it in all night?” Johnny lamented.

“Yeah, pretty much!” Ike said as he looked at the menu for the priciest dish they had.

“So what’s your secret? How’d you do it?”

“I focused on the game mechanics, you focused on the graphics. It’s a small game, so mechanics were more important than looks.”

“Ah,” Johnny sighed. “Well, you got me!”

When the waitress returned with their drinks, they ordered dinner, Ike let Johnny order first, which was a Taps Burger. Ike ordered the Steak he had Johnny’s delicious cock sucking on his mind. Although Ike had fantasized about licking dick, and sucking cock; never in a million years would he have gone for Johnny. But now that it happened, he had to admit he wouldn’t mind dropping a load of cum in his mouth again.

Ike walked to his desk, saying good morning to all the usual people. It wasn’t long before he was at his desk and his desk neighbors were congratulating him on his victory. He regaled them with how he had ordered the most expensive dish on the menu and drank copious amounts of craft beer on Johnny’s tab.

“Ha ha, live it up! Next time, I’ll win and I’ll win and repay the favor!” Johnny said as he walked by. The guys around Ike’s desk got a chuckle out of that.

The day went by with little to no interaction with Johnny. In fact, it seemed Johnny was a bit deflated. As Ike walked to his car for the day, he ended up just a few strides behind Johnny. They were the only two in that part of the parking lot. Johnny saw Ike as he climbed into his car, and rolled the window down. As he drove past Ike’s car, he said;

“Anytime you need some relief…,” he suggested with a smirk and drove off.

Meanwhile, Rose got a text from Chloe. It read:

“This Saturday morning, I’m available. If you can make it, I would really like seeing you. XOXO”

Rose thought about it, Ike would probably be at the gym or golfing. It was kinda out of the norm, and the boundaries of their agreement, but then the agreement hadn’t been set in stone. She would ask him, rather than assume he was okay. This way, if he disagreed she wasn’t stepping on his toes. Better to be able to see Chloe once a week than jeopardize it with an extra day.

That night, she brought it up after some light mid-week sex with Ike. Ike didn’t see a problem with it, since it seemed like it was a random opportunity. He hadn’t decided what he was doing Saturday morning, but figured it would be okay.

Friday at work was the usual relaxed atmosphere for Ike. While work was done, there was joking and conversations that lasted longer than usual. Even lunch was longer; the supervisor didn’t really check to see if folks came back ‘on time’. Ike decided to run an errand instead, he went to buy Rose some gifts, and would surprise her Saturday morning with a romantic bed-in-breakfast. As he returned, he saw Johnny getting out of his car.

“Hey,” Ike said noncommittally.

“Still thinking of our fun, you taste delicious.” Johnny replied.

“About that, while it was nice…you’re not really my type.”

“So let’s find your type.” Johnny suggested. He went on to tell Ike about a drag brunch that was put on at a gay bar in the downtown area. He left it with, “Maybe I’ll see you there…or not!”

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I open my door to the ringing of the phone. I throw my coat on the rack and grab for the phone, hoping to get to it before the machine picks it up.

“Hello.” I say.

“Hi, it’s Laurie. Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“No, I have the day off from work, why?”

“I need you to come get me and bring me home. My car is broken down and no one else can get me. My Dad won’t be back home from a business trip until late Wednesday and my Mom needs to go to the airport to pick up relatives. None of my friends are headed in that direction. You’re the only one I can think of to ask. Please?” You sound on the verge of tears.

“I’ll be there by noon as long as the snow doesn’t hold me up. You do know there’s a winter storm warning don’t you?”

“I do, but knew you’d come anyway.” You sound pleased with your ability to get me to do your bidding.

“Yeah, I guess I’m a sucker for your pretty face. See you tomorrow.”

“Okay, see you then.” You hang up the phone.

I hang up, wondering why my sister’s best friend would choose me to drive 150 miles to pick her up from the university she was attending. I think she had always had a bit of a crush on me, but I’d never tried anything with her as she and my sister were friends and it would have seemed a little like dating my own sister. Still she was cute, and I’d get to spend 2 hours with her as my co-pilot on the drive back. I wouldn’t mind getting to know her a little better.

The next morning I left early, the snow had just begun to fall. The roads were only lightly traveled, as it was a weekday, which was good since the snow was falling heavily. I made good time, with my satellite radio as my only companion. I had helped Laurie move off campus, so I knew the directions to the apartment, and as I exited the interstate, followed the appropriate streets to where you lived. I soon pulled up at your address, and after exiting the vehicle stood on you steps and knocked on your door.

You opened the door as soon as I banged the door with my gloved fist.

“Hi, you’re earlier than I expected! You reach for me and pull me into one of your fabulous hugs. You hug people like nobody else; somehow managing to tough the entire front of your body to the person you’re hugging. It’s very erotic and another reason I’m glad I made the trip to pick you up. I’ve secret wondered if you kiss and make love the same way, but wouldn’t think of asking.

“I’m almost ready, let me grab a few things and we can leave.” You turned and walked towards your bedroom, looking back over your shoulder as you walk away. “I really appreciate you doing this for me.”

“I really don’t mind, it beats sitting at home watching tv” I say, glancing around at the bags parked near the door. “Should I bring these out to my car while waiting?

“No, I’m ready to go, let me grab my coat.”

As you head down the hall towards your closet, I get to admire the figure before me. Your dark hair cascades down your back, you’ve managed to stuff your breast into a very tight sweater, which accentuates your curves, and you’re wearing a short skirt. Overall, I very nice image, I’m glad I’ll be spending the next couple of hours with you.

As you walk past, I get a whiff of your perfume. “You smell nice, I say, good enough to eat.” Ouch, where did that come from, I think as soon as the words escape my lips.

You give me a funny look, smile, then say, “Thanks.” I grab the bag left on the floor, and head out the door behind you.

“Sorry for that awkward comment, I guess its jet lag or something from the drive, affecting my brain.” I throw the bag in the backseat along with the one you threw in and we head for the interstate.

“Really, don’t worry about it, it was kind of funny. Thanks again for picking me up. Thanksgiving would have been a drag if I had to have stayed here. The snow is really coming down isn’t it?”

The snow had accumulated quite a bit since I had arrived. There was at least a foot on the ground, and it was falling harder than on my way over. The wipers were having a hard time keeping up with the flakes.

“Thankfully, we have four wheel drive, though I think we’ve got a slow trip back. Feel free to find what you want on the radio.”

You switch the dial to some eclectic mix of old and new, and we pass the time listening to the tunes, catching up, and reminiscing about the past. Time is flying by but the progress is slow, as the snow has done nothing but fall heavier. To make matters worse, the wind has been blowing, creating near whiteout conditions. Suddenly, up ahead, I make out flashing lights. I slow down and stop next to a parked highway patrolman. He gets out of his car and approaches the driver’s side window.

“Sorry folks, the roads are being closed. You’ll have to get off at this exit and start up again in the morning.”

“But sir, we only have about 80 miles to go” I plead. “This is the only route to where we’re going.”

“I understand, but there is a serious accident ahead, and nothing can get past. There are a couple of semis Hd Porno jackknifed, blocking all lanes of traffic. There’s a hotel just after the exit, I’m sure there’ll be room.” He gave a wave and headed back to his car. I could barely see the roadway as I approached the ramp, and headed for the hotel the officer has mentioned.

“Uhm, I don’t have any money for a room. I wasn’t expecting this.” You turn and look at me. “What are we going to do?”

“Don’t worry, I reply. I’ll take care of it.” I park in the lot and say, “Why don’t you wait here and I get us hooked up. I get out of the SUV, and trudge through the snow, heading for the office.

A few minutes later I head back. I don’t know how Laurie is going to take the news.

“Well, I have good news and bad. There’s room at the inn, but there is only one room with one king bed. I look at you as I say this. I took what they had, but I guess you’ll be spending more time with me than you expected.” You look at me; give me a grin, and say, “I hope you don’t snore.” You exit the SUV, grab one of your bags; I grab the other, and head for our room.

Once inside, we shake off the snow we collected on our walk, I head for the heat and turn it up. “So what do we do now, “I ask.

“In situations like this, I think it’s a good idea to drink. Luckily for us, I packed a flask and a bottle so we are set. Did you see a soda machine when you checked in?”

“There’s one in the lobby, I be back in a flash.” I hurry to the lobby, get the beverages, and return to the room. Along the way, I think about the situation I’m in. I’m alone with a very attractive woman, about to start drinking with her, due to being snowbound. I can’t believe my luck!

I enter into the room and hand the set the drinks down. You’re on the phone, speaking with your parents, reassuring them that you’re safe, and then hang up. As you do, the power goes out, and we’re in semi darkness. “I guess there’s no tv for us, I say.”

“And I was so looking forward to watching porn with you, you reply with a wink. Now what will we do?” You look coyly at me, then turn your back and start making drinks.

I’m left to staring at your back in confusion. I’m not sure if you’re joking around or actually flirting. You hand me a drink and we start talking again as if we were still in the car, pretending that the comment you made was never spoken. We finish our drink, and you have another. Then you ask another question.

“Do you want to play a game with me? It’ll be sort of silly but fun, I think. I’m going to ask you questions, and you’ll answer them. You can ask me the same question or something different. The secret to this game is to answer every question truthfully. How does that sound?”

“Sounds good, ask away.”

“Do you watch X-rated movies or surf for porn on the internet?

“What?”

“You heard me, answer the question.”

“Laurie, do you think this is a good idea? We’re alone in a hotel room and you’re asking me sex questions, what if this leads to something?” I look at you wondering if you’ll give away something in the way you answer.

“I just want to know what kind of person I’m sharing my room with, and if I’ll let you stay on the bed with me or make you sleep on the floor. Now answer me!”

“Fine, both.”

“Both, huh, boy, are you just horny or are you looking for new techniques?

“I like to look, besides, isn’t it my turn to ask a question?”

“Sure.” You sip your drink waiting for me to ask.

“Same question for you, except tell me what you like to look at or watch.”

“Ah, creative aren’t we. You shift around on your side of the bed and pull a blanket around you as the room has cooled slightly. “

I do both as well, and like to look at normal stuff, sex, you know.” I think there is a slight flush to your cheeks, but I can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or from the alcohol.

“I need you to be more specific, do you like just regular sex, or girl-girl, threesomes, anal, blowjobs, or more kinky stuff.”

“Well, I guess I like all the above, it just depends on the mood I’m in. Sometimes I like to see people just fucking, sometimes I want to see cum getting splattered all over someone or girls getting it on, or guys, it just depends. My turn.”

“I think I need a drink first, do you need a refill? You hand me your glass and I top them both off. I move back to my seat and think about my next question. “Do you play with your self when you watch?

“Of course! I love to think about what I’m seeing happening to me or doing to someone else. Sometimes I’ll use my fingers or my vibrator…I love getting into what I’m seeing, do you?”

” I usually wait until I’m done watching or surfing, but yeah, I’ll check to see how hard I am, not that I couldn’t tell, but it’s good to check the equipment, you know? We both laugh.

“Have you ever been involved in a threesome?

“No, have you?”

“No, but I’ve used my dildo when I’ve had sex, I love sticking it up my ass when I’m getting fucked, or sticking Türkçe Altyazılı Porno it in my pussy when I’m blowing a guy. It’s the next best thing to having two cocks.

I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by the conversation I was having! I was sitting two feet way from Laurie and she was telling me about her sexual practices! I was glad for the darkness so she couldn’t see how aroused I was getting. If she got up to fill her glass, I was going to have to unzip my jeans; my cock was going to break if I didn’t.

“Do you fantasize about being with more than one woman? Or doing it to someone with another guy?” she asked.

“Oh yeah. I enjoy those sights and scenes in movies. I’d love to have two sets of lips sucking me off, or taking a girl from behind while she’s licking her friend’s pussy. How could I not fantasize about that? Don’t think I’d want to have another guy involved though, too weird.

“Do you get turned on seeing pictures or movies of a woman getting double penetrated though?” you ask, shifting around a bit.

“I do, but I wouldn’t try it. And it’s my turn to ask. What’s you favorite position, doggy style, missionary, or you on top?”

“I love rear entry positions, I love feeling that cock, slam into me, almost withdraw, the slam back in. I like being on top too, sometimes missionary, hell, I like them all!

“Would you rather get a blow job, or a hand job?”

“I love getting a blow job, sometimes I prefer coming all over her face or chest rather that having her swallow my come. I like it when I get blown while standing, and she’s squatting down or kneeling, maybe playing with herself, and as I come she opens her mouth, drooling my semen down her front, onto her tits and getting her self completely sticky. I really like it if she rubs her hand and a finger through the sticky stream or on her come- covered breasts and then sucks her fingers. It’s so erotic. You’re staring at me, hello!”

“Wow that’s quite the image, I need to go to the bathroom, but don’t go anywhere, this is to fun!” You get up and trot to the facilities; while you’re gone I adjust my pants and release my dick from its prison. It’s straining on my underwear, but am more comfortable than being in my jeans. You flush and come back to the bed, wrap your blanket back around you and look at me.

“Your question, sir.”

“Do you like swallowing come, or having it sprayed on your face and chest?

“Well, it depends. Sometimes I like to taste it and feel it spurt into my throat. I like the feel of it hot and warm, shooting into my mouth, but then sometimes I want to get dirty and sticky. I kind of like how you said it, letting it drool onto my tits and nipples and rubbing it in.” You swallow you drink, glance at me, and ask, “Would you rather lick pussy or do anal?”

“I don’t mind licking a girl, but I think I enjoy anal sex more. I get to come, and it feels so naughty slipping into a woman’s ass, especially if they’re into it. How about you?”

“Well, I don’t mind licking pussy, if she’ll give it back to me, and I’ve never had anal sex.

“Whoa, hold on, you’ve fooled around with another woman? And this is the first I hear in all the questions you’ve answered? I try to sound stunned but am extremely aroused at the thought of you in girl-girl action.

“I’ve experimented with same sex relationships; I’m mostly into guys though. It’s only happened a couple of times, hanging out with a friend, each of us getting turned on, one thing leads to another, and bam, you’re both naked with each other’s pussies in your faces. And by the way, women, have a better knack for it, as well as sucking on nipples, guys just get to greedy. It’s never happened with you and another guy? Be honest.”

“Nope, I’m complete hetero, there is no bi-curiosity going on here.

“None?”

“Zero. I’m into boobs and vaginas, not cocks. Women are just too much fun. So, do you like to dress up or have extra sexy lingerie you wear when you’re trying to turn some one on? And if so, do you have any with you?” I’m not sure if you’ll go along with me on this or where my boldness comes from, I just decide it’s worth a shot.

“Wow, why yes, I do have some lingerie I wear, and yes in fact have some with me, why do you ask? You giggle a bit but look at me as you ask your question.

“I dare you to put it on. Try on your favorite and show me what it looks like. I am hoping you’ll agree to this.

“We aren’t playing truth or dare here, you know. I might feel a little exposed, but if you say please, I might be convinced.” You look at me almost pleading I think, but it’s hard to tell in the darkened room.

“Please” I say, crossing my fingers.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” You get off the bed and head back to the bathroom with one of your bags. I peel my jeans off and recover my self under a blanket on my side of the bed. I’ve noticed that during some of my answers, you may have been touching yourself under the blankets, but I’m not sure due to the darkness. Brazzers I’ve soaked the front of my underwear during my aroused state, and decide to just take them off all together. I don’t know if this will go any further, but if it does I’ll be ready. If not, I’ll have to come up with a good excuse for being naked from the waist down. At least the heat is still keeping up, it must be gas generated.

I hear you shuffling around in the bathroom and wondering what kind of outfit I’ll see you in. Suddenly the door opens and out you walk. Your arms are across your chest as you walk to the front of the bed, as you turn to stand directly in front of me, you place you hands on your hips, look directly at me and say,

“What do you think of this?” You’re wearing an open cupped, crotch less, red satin, mesh, I don’t know what it’s called but looks great thing and you look like my best wet dream come to life. Your pink nipples are hard, your breasts are perfect and large, and as best I can see in this light, completely shaved. I’m at a loss for words.

“Fantastic” I barely croak.

“Glad you like it, now I ‘m going to wrap myself back up in my blanket, ’cause I’m chilly. And my next question for you is, describe your favorite male female scene from one of those porn movies you watch.”

“Okay, let me think a minute. I watched this collection of scenes one time and I’ve never forgotten this one. I don’t know if it’s my favorite, but it sticks in my head. Okay, this couple is outside on the deck, partially clothed, the woman has her breasts fully exposed, nothing on below the waist, she’s got on foot up on a bench, he’s behind her, nailing her from the rear, just driving into her back and forth

“Wait, regular sex or anal?”

“Regular.” As I continue the recollection, I glance at you. Your eyes are closed, you’re leaning back on the pillows behind you, and I can see subtle movement under the blanket, where I speculate you’re touching yourself. ” So they’re going at it, with cutaways of them going at it, her breasts are bouncing, she’s moaning, he’s slipping his cock in and out, then they zip into close-ups where you just can see, her pussy, his dick, and shots of her ass. She grabs an ass cheek and spreads a bit while his big cock is ramming her. You know that it’s only a matter of time before that lubricated rod is going to move from her pussy to her ass. They show her tits swaying back and forth. More of him sliding it into her, then a change of position. He’s kind of leaning back in a sitting position, she’s sitting on him, with her back to him, and she’s lowering herself onto him, taking him anally.

She’s squealing and moaning, lowering herself onto him, saying she loves the feel of him in her, then starts squatting and lifting herself onto him rhythmically. You see her tits bouncing some more, she touches herself, all the while continually moving up and down on his dick. Once she rises up to far and has to guide him back in. She’s making all sorts of noise and sounds like she loves having sex this way. Again they change positions, she’s lying down, and he’s standing, stroking himself, the top of her head near the base of his dick, the tip near her mouth. You know that any second, he’s going to come all over her face, and sure enough he does. It all ends up near her mouth, she licks her lips, and he rests his cock on her mouth. She starts licking and sucking him, coating his length with come, slurping him into his mouth, then the picture fades.” I notice your eyes are still closed and motions haven’t stopped.

“Tell me another, you ask, briefly opening you eyes, but not stopping your activity. Another good one.”

“Let me think. Okay, here we go. There’s a woman lying on her bed, naked, one hand between her legs rubbing herself, the other fondling a breast, pinching her nipple. You can see that she’s really enjoying herself. She continues her activities until a man appears at her door. She’s surprised by his appearance, but lets him enter, and then the action starts. She begins by sucking him off, wrapping her hands and lips around his cock, stroking and sucking him. She alternately between deep-throating him and uses her hands in a twisting motion along the length of his dick. She lets saliva and come drool from her mouth as she continues to service him.”

I interrupt my monologue to glimpse at you. I see you continue to touch yourself lazily, as if mimicking the description I’ve just given. I continue.

“So they change positions, and he’s ramming into her, she’s on her back, he’s on top, and both her legs are pinned over her head. With this positioning, you can see every thrust into her wet pussy, she’s moaning and whimpering, asking for more. They alternate camera angles, close-ups of the action, wider angles to see her face. This goes on for a while, then she’s on top, with more of the same, her tits are bouncing, she’s sliding up and down his cock, he’s burying it deep into her by thrusting every time she rocks back into him, they do more of the close-ups, and then they switch positions again. His cock is between her breasts, she’s kneeling, and he’s tit fucking her. In a few thrusts, he spurts all over chest, but keeps going, getting his cocky sticky with come. After he’s covered, she grabs him and directs him to her mouth, where she licks and sucks him clean.”

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He arrives at my house. I’m waiting by the window, my body is tense with anticipation. He’s been here before, many times. This somehow feels different, it always does. Whenever we’re together, I feel like it’s the first time. Feeling his body with mine, exploring the gentle curves and sharp definition of his muscles makes me shiver every time.

Instead of using the doorbell, he knocks. The rhythm of which tells me he’s ready too…

Knock knock knock knock….knock knock.

I grin. He’s just as horny as I am!

We’ve been texting all day, sharing pics, sharing descriptions of what we’re going to do with each other…to each other.

I open the door. I see him smile while biting his lower lip, he’s striking a pose, like he’s some gay porn star; hips jutted out to one side, sunglasses staring down at the ground while he slowly turns his gaze toward my hungry eyes.

“Fuck!” I proclaim, stepping down to his level, I grab his already hardening bulge and plant a kiss on his waiting lips. I want him so bad. I’ve wanted him all day, all week! Both my hands move to the back of his head as my fingers weave their way through his short hair. He moves the other direction, cupping my ass.

Our tongues are deep inside each other, moving around and guided only by the passion we both feel for each other. The excruciating buildup of anticipation finally nearing an end.

I love this man. I love the way he makes me feel. I love the desire in his eyes when he looks at me. I love spending time with him, I love fucking him. I love my wife too, and they love each other. She started this whole relationship and we’ve only grown closer as it blossomed into soo much more than we could have imagined.

My hands find their way to his belt and quickly undo it, followed by a masterful unbuttoning and unzipping of his designer jeans. (He’s so stylish!). I pull down the front of his pants, slide his briefs to the side and drop to my knees and take him in. Immediately, my body is rewarded with a rush of hormones, egging me on in this public display of erotic pleasure. The excitement of sucking him on my front porch is intoxicating. Guarded only by a thin veil of bushes and tree limbs, he doesn’t cower, or scold me for this. No, he presses further, thrusting his hips toward my gaping, eager mouth.

I feel his already excited cock stiffen even more. This won’t do, I want so much more of him. I want his whole self, body and mind, but I’ll settle for just one of those for now. I quickly stand up and take his cock in my hand as if it were a leash. I head inside, leading him along the hallway and into the main part of the house. He trails along with an excited smile, like an eager puppy following his master to the treat jar.

My mind races, trying to think Porno of which room to best continue my work. I think about the taste of his cock in my mouth, the feel of his warm member. My heart is beating like crazy and I want nothing more than to taste and feel his release inside me, but I also want to savor the experience. We don’t get to be together too terribly often and I want this to last as long as possible. The bedroom. I want us both to be comfortable as I pleasure myself by pleasuring him.

I try to slow my pace as we make the short trek to the bedroom.

We finally reach the bedroom, me tugging his rock hard cock toward the bed, beckoning him to lie down. Without direction, he lifts his hips so I can remove his pants, leaving on his silky briefs, pulled to the side. He sits up and takes off his shirt, revealing his beautiful toned body. I quickly remove my own clothes, throwing them all over the place in my excited state of hunger.

He reclines with a knowing grin on his face, rubbing his crotch while he lays back onto the silky, warm, decorative pillows. I pounce onto his delicious body and kiss my way from his groin all the way up to his excited mouth. We kiss in ecstasy, the heat of our desire fueling our quick and changing movements. As we make out, he embraces my upper body and cradles my neck. My hands find their way to his cock and grasp his meaty shaft. Dick in hand, it’s very difficult to focus on anything else, so I decide to escape his loving embrace and work my way down to fulfill my long awaited desire.

The taste of his precum is like candy to my lips. The slick and sweet sensations I experience nearly makes me orgasm right there. I usually love the taste of his sex, but the insane build up we’ve been working in all day has made the experience insatiable. My esophagus massaging his full length down my throat, I want more, I need more. I grasp his balls and pull them toward the nearly full opening of my mouth. The tip of my tongue sneaks out to gently massage them. It takes every ounce of will I have to remove him and take a breath. As much as I want to feel his cum shoot down my throat, I also don’t want to pass out.

When I pull him out, the smile that grows on my face gets even bigger when I look into his eyes and see nothing but pure desire.

“Slow down baby!”

My lover says as I’m gasping for breath, still stroking with my lips in contact with his frenulum. My tongue slides out to tease his aching cock.

He quickly pulls away, moving his face toward mine.

“Let me suck you too. I want you to cum with me.”

We settle into a sideways 69. Both our heads are rested on the others inside leg.

I’m so God damned horny that my dick has never left full mast. He takes Altyazılı Porno my swollen cock in his warm mouth as I re-up on my efforts. It’s now a bit of a competition!

With such a strong lead, I take the time to slowly lick from base to tip, curving my tongue to cover as much area as possible. The silky feel of his warm cock is like heaven on my tongue. The steady stream of nectar coming from his tip is intoxicating.

On my end, he’s no slouch. He somehow reads my body perfectly and knows when to go slow and sensual, and when to speed up and just suck. My hips begin to involuntarily thrust into his face taking me deeper and deeper with each repetition.

I can feel my long awaited orgasm building so I switch to “make him cum” mode and work on full envelopment. The gentle upward curve of his cock coupled with my upside down throat makes for quite the sexy duo. I grasp his ass cheeks for leverage and pull his entire pelvis into my face. I want every inch of him inside me. When he cums, I want to feel the hot spunk hit my throat and taste the salty flavor as it fills what little space is left in my mouth. With very small strokes, I’m careful to keep my teeth behind my lips, and move him in and out.

I could lay here all day. With his and my head resting on our inner thighs, it’s an extremely comfortable position to be in. As our free hands explore each other’s bodies, our breathing starts to indicate that we’re both close. With the fullness of my cock in his mouth, he begins to moan in pleasure. I’m normally not very vocal during sex, but the feeling of his voice vibrating through me inspires me to sing along with him. He’s no musician, but I am. I hum along a fifth interval above his droning low tone. It creates a harmony that perfectly symbolizes the way I feel in this moment.

As our intensity builds, I begin to fuck his face. I want to cum so bad. I feel him begin to thrust into me as well. Our humming duo turns into moaning sobs of enjoyment. If our mouths weren’t full of cock it would probably be loud enough to be heard by a passerby outside. Not that it would matter to us right now. Our rapidly accelerating face fucks come to a thrilling crescendo. Both of our bodies tense as he shoots hot cum down my throat. My man has been eating his pineapple! While I’ve never had anything as tasty as his pre-cum, properly prepared jizz is a fine treat on its own. A dick filled smile stretches across my face as I realize that he is receiving the fruits of my same labor as well.

Slowly, our bodies relax and our dicks returned to their normal floppy selves. I am the first to pull him out of my mouth and turn my body so that I can go and snuggle on his chest. My hand grazes back and forth across his firm and fit chest Brazzers while we slowly and passionately make out, tasting the delectable mix of our juices. We fall asleep in each others arms.

I wake up to light fingers grazing my ass. After a few moments of coming out of my deep slumber, I realize my lover is still asleep. In a minor panic, I quickly sit up and turn my head to realize my wife had come home and found us in bed together.

“Hey babe” she whispers as A smile of recognition grows on my face.

“You’re back early?” I respond.

“no my love” she responds “I am back on time, doesn’t Danny have to work tonight?”

“Oh shit!” I had forgotten that he started a part-time job on his off days at the wood store so he could have something to do in the evenings. The employee discount was nice too 😉

I gently wake him from his slumber and he smiles at my wife and I who are gazing lovingly down at him.

“Wake up buddy, you got to get to work right?”

“Ahhh, yeah! Thank you!”

My wife hands him his clothes as he gets up from the bed. He gives her a little peck on the cheek as thanks and begins to get dressed.

“Did you boys have fun?” She asks with a knowing grin on her face.

“Honestly…kinda sucked” He replies, completely unable to hold back his smile.

“Lucky!” She says taking a step closer to Danny as he finishes putting on his shirt. As soon as the collar descends past his face she goes in for the kill. I watch in adoration as my wife makes out with my lover. His hands explore her body, one on her ass and one searching for her nipple. I know what she’s thinking as she paws at his body, taking time to feel his pecks and pinch his nipples in return.

With dramatic effort, she breaks the kiss And looks him sternly in the eye.

“You WILL be able to come back after work….RIGHT?”

He chuckles and nods “wouldn’t miss it!”

He bends down to give me a goodbye kiss on the bed. His light stubble grazes my lips and I take in the last remnants of our sex, wafting from him. He kisses my wife once more and bids us farewell.

My wife closes the door longingly. As soon as the latch clicks, she turns to me, laying in the bed buck naked, with a devilish stare.

“I can’t wait 6 hours!” She lifts up the hem of her dress and breaks into a run, vaulting onto the bed while straddling me with her open legs. After landing, she shimmies the rest of the way up to my face beckoning me to bury my face into her sopping wet naked pussy.

She must have sensed my confusion, because as she removes her shirt she explains; “I walked in and saw you two studs naked in each others arms and it made me feel some sort of way, I took my panties off while you two were sleeping. I was hoping to get railed by both of you, but then I remembered that he had to work, so you’re gonna have to do double duty until he gets back!”

Her hips writhing on my face, I understood the assignment, and buried my entire self into her. Her pleasure, literally the only thing on my mind.

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Nobody under 18, any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental. Just a cute little bit of fluff

Babysitter Rescue

I hated waiting. In an age of instant gratification, I did not like to be twiddling my thumbs, playing on my phone, or watching the time when the doorbell rang.

“Ron, would you get the door? It’s Missy, the babysitter.” Saundra called me from the bedroom, where she was still getting herself ready for our date. She was a half-hour late as it was, but she wanted to look her best.

“Ok, Saundra, I’ll get it.” I went to the door and opened it to a surprise. It was not Missy at all but a young woman who very much resembled her.

“Hi, I’m Wendy, Missy’s older sister. Missy is feeling under the weather, she was going to come and sit, but she’s worried she may give little Becky her cold or flu. She called me and asked me to sub for her. Is that ok with you?” She smiled.

She was about twenty-one or -two, jet black straight hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and big, huge tits. She was obviously pregnant, and there was no sign of a wedding ring.

“My name is Ron Bennett. I’m sure that would be fine. Of course, Saundra has the final say, but I’m sure she won’t mind. Um, you’re…”

“Pregnant? Yes, you can say it. And no, I am not married. The guy I was dating took off like some kind of rocket. I guess he was allergic to babies and marriage and the responsibility for the same. Such a jerk.”

“Wow, and here I am TRYING to have a family and babies and marriage! How strange two sides of the very same coin.” Her eyes got big when I said that. She seemed quite surprised I said that.

“Here, give me your phone; I will put my number in it for you.” She called herself on my phone.

“For emergency?” I asked.

“Oh no. When you break up with Saundra, please give me a call as I could really use a good man like you.” She seemed sure certain that my relationship with Saundra was quite doomed. How could she possibly know this, much less so very confident of her prediction?

“You seem very sure we will break up!” I said somewhat defensively.

“You guys are going to dinner and dancing?” She whispered.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

“You really need to watch her when she gets drunk and then heads to the restrooms. I mean, watch her like a hawk, ok? Just do it.” She was still whispering. She looked into my eyes. “You promise to call me? Ok?”

“Sure, if it comes to that. I do hope you are wrong. I like Saundra a lot. We are engaged, you know.”

“Well, I did warn you, so…” Wendy started to say. She shut up quickly.

Wendy’s eyes moved left. I turned around, and there was Saundra, dressed to the nines. Her blond hair was flowing, and her big tits were swaying. Her legs were in magnificent motion in her black sheer silk stockings. Her little black dress was definitely a great success. She looked so, so gorgeous. She looked mouthwatering!

I wolf-whistled. “Saundra, you are magnifique! I am blown away.” I was still admiring her luscious looks.

“Mrs. Peterson, you look fabulous! I love the matching blood red lipstick and nails. Wow, you are stunning.” I just noticed the matching color thing. Women notice that stuff instantly.

“They match one other thing too!” Saundra said mysteriously. Since she had black six inch stilletos of the fuck me pump variety, I had no idea what she was saying.

“You mean–” said Wendy giggling.

“–My thong is blood red as well!” They both giggled. I just caught on. I guess I’m slow on the uptake.

“It’s ok that I sub for my sister Mrs.–” Wendy started to ask.

“–Saundra, just call me Saundra. I see you’re preggers? Who’s the lucky guy? Anyone I know?”

“No. He took a permanent vacation from me, I’m afraid. I guess he was not as mature as he made himself out to be.” Wendy replied with a pained look on her face.

“I am so sorry. What’s going on with your sister?”

“I’m sure it’s just a cold, but you never know. She doesn’t want to expose little Becky to possible flu. So she asked me to fill in. The only thing I ask is a ride home, I got a lift over here, but it’s pretty far for me to walk now.” She patted her small tummy bulge.

“I’ll make sure you get home safe and sound. We should be back here no later than about one AM. Is that ok with you?” I told her.

“Oh fine. I might fall asleep after midnight though.”

“Thank you for babysitting. We greatly appreciate it.” I said.

“Yes, thank you Wendy. See you later. Help yourself to any food you wish. But no alcohol!” Saundra pointed her finger at the baby bump and they laughed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The dinner we shared was just wonderful. We talked and gazed into each other’s eyes. We got to the club and every man in the place looked at Saundra. She was captivating. She was sexy personified.

I danced four dances, and then we had a drink. She wanted a shot as well, so I got a couple of shots for us from the bar. There was a guy in my seat. He was young and in some kind Porno of a deep conversation with Saundra. I showed up.

“Excuse me. You are in my seat.” He seemed to just notice me, he was so engrossed flirting with my girlfriend. When he saw me he had a bit of a smirk. I wanted to knock his teeth in right then and there. Why did I hate him instantly? The smirk maybe? I don’t know, maybe I had a sixth sense, just a very bad feeling that I didn’t understand with any logic.

“Sorry old man. Here you go. Nice to see you again, Saundra.” He kissed her cheek and left. Wait a second! He supposedly just met her and he’s kissing her cheek?! My bull shit detector was going off like crazy in my head. What the fuck?! He said the word “Again”! This was NOT their first meeting.

“What did he want?” Like I did not know!

“Me.” was all Saundra said. She giggled. She did not apologize for her flirtation or her behavior. Now I was on total red alert status. I knew something was going on. What I did not know, but I could feel a sudden cold distance between us. Like an invisible wall or something. Was the babysitter right? Hmmm.

We knocked the drinks back, and went back out for more dancing. I am a very decent dancer, not like a pro, but I seem to have a good sharp step, and some decent agility. It saved my ass numerous times in my security job. But now that I own the company, and I spend more time dealing with the clients than dealing with bad actors, I was a bit winded after ten or so dances. I still showed her a great time dancing and held her close during the slow dances. I felt as though she and I were back on track. How totally wrong I was! So I was a bit tired from all the great dancing we did.

However, Saundra was just warming up. We sat down to catch our breath. I had to use the mens room, and when I got back to the table, Saundra was not there. This ticked me off, but I found her soon enough in the arms of the young man from earlier. The dance finished up, and another song started, a slow song… I had no intention of him dancing so damned close to Saundra, so I just cut in and said, “Thank you for minding my woman.” I used every bit of sarcasm I had.

He just snickered. “Yeah sure old man.” He actually sneered at me. I was instantly upset. I knew that something was wrong, right away. Sometimes you just KNOW. That wall… It was back between the two of us. The feeling was almost palpable! My guts were telling me something was about to happen, and it was not good.

We danced the slow dance and I was hard as a rock. Saundra said, “Wow. You’re almost as hard as Scott.” She laughed. It was not a nice laugh, more of a fuck you type of laugh. She had a hard look on her face as well. She was definitely not behaving like my girlfriend.

I said, “Really? You want to go there?” She had a shit eating grin on her face. She was having great fun with my emotions. Suddenly I saw our engagement taking a distinct trajectory to destruction. Did I really want to marry her? I’m glad she was showing me her true face and feelings.

“Are you jealous?” She was challenging me.

“Fuck yes. Are you my woman or not?” I looked straight at her. She lowered her eyes, never a good sign. That usually means a lie is about to be told. Or a lie by omission has already taken place.

“Yes I’m yours. Now you will have to excuse me, I need to use the ladies room. I’ll be right back Honey.” She did not sound loving at all. She just sounded bored, and kind of annoyed. Again, a very bad sign. I just remembered what the babysitter had said. I decided to do something. I got proactive.

Now normally, I am not a jealous or untrusting guy, but after the direct warning from Wendy, someone who seemingly has no axe to grind, I decided to follow Saundra to the Ladies room. She turned the corner, but instead of the door marked “WOMEN”, she went to the “FAMILY” toilet. I waited a few minutes. I tried the door. It was firmly locked. I could hear some grunting and whimpering from inside. Definitely not a good sign. I guess this was the end. I needed access to that bathroom!

I suddenly realized all the times she and I went dancing were basically a repeat of this time. I had no proof, just evidence from tonight and a gut feeling. Had she been fuckin’ a different guy EVERY TIME WE WERE HERE? My blood boiled. I was going to find out in a minute, but I already knew in my bones what I would find. So much for our wedding plans… shot to shit. I was about to break up with a lying cheating bitch.

I am a security agent. I had a passkey, and some door lock pics that worked on almost all these doors in our area. I also had formal training in opening locked doors quickly and quietly. I had opened this door just that way…quickly and quietly. I got my phone out, and started to video as I entered the small room. I was still shocked by what I saw. I almost didn’t believe my eyes. But I kept the phone recording on the scene.

There against the sink was Saundra, and what-was-his-name?…Scott, Altyazılı Porno behind her pushing his dick into her cunt. Or maybe it was her asshole, it was hard to tell. She was saying, “Yes, yes fuck me!” I took their pic with my cell phone for posterity. The flash alerted Saundra and she looked over her shoulder in horror at me. She screamed. Scott pulled out of her and spun on his heels to face me. He pulled up his pants like a comic book character. I laughed at him. What an asshole! This seemed to really piss him off. Then I thought, what a stupid guy I was. I laughed at myself for ever believing in Saundra. I was sorta glad it was finished.

He charged me. I have a black belt in Karate, but this was way too easy. I simply stepped out of the way and he went headfirst into the wall. He knocked himself out! He went down hard on the floor. All caught on my trusty phone! I left it on recording mode for my little conversation with Saundra.

“Thanks for an interesting evening Saundra. Better take care of your new boyfriend. I think he needs to get medical attention. Why did you waste my time, Saundra? If you weren’t interested, you could have just said something. Why lie to me, tell me you love me? Talking about having my children. For heavens sake, we aren’t even married and you are fucking other guys. Gees, ‘I love you!’ what a crock of shit that turned out to be! Hey, good luck to you and Scott. Oh hey, nice red thong! It’s on the floor. Bye bye.” Saundra was tongue tied. She opened her mouth to speak, but then she didn’t. It was as if she wasn’t sure what to say to me as I left her for good. Her red matching panties lay on the dirty floor. How appropriate.

“Oh I almost forgot.” I walked over to her and extended my hand. “My grandmother’s ring back please.” She had it on a chain around her neck, not on her finger. I guess that makes it all okay. “What a sleazy slut you turned out to be! I guess I should be happy to have dodged a bullet. I was going to marry you! I am so happy that I didn’t. Saundra, I really thought you were better than this… slutty behavior. Good luck with your new boyfriend. I just hope you are happy now. Goodbye.”

I had had enough. I walked out. Out of the room. Out of the building. Out of her life! It was bad enough dealing with low-lifes at work, much let alone dealing with them in my home life too. Saundra definitely qualified as a low-life in my book. She gave skanks a bad name! I guess I should be thanking Wendy for the heads up. She saved me from this scuzzy piece of shit.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hi, this is Ron. We met earlier this evening?… Yes that Ron. That’s great, but I’m not calling about the kid…Wendy, your kind suggestion was spot on. I caught her with a young guy in mid fuck… “

“Are you still going out with her?”

“Not on your life! She is officially kicked to the curb for sure!” I explained.

“Are you ok? He didn’t hurt you did he? You didn’t kill him did you?” She then asked, “Will you still be able to take me home? I can uber if I have to, I guess. Or walk…” She sounded so sad.

“Hell no! I will be right there. You just settle up with Saundra, then come down to my car. I’ll be there in front. I owe you big time. How did you know?”

“Ok, meet you out front as soon as she and I settle up. And thank you for being so very nice to me. I’ll tell you the secret in the car. You sure you don’t mind taking me home?”

“Of course I’ll be happy to pick you up and get you home. I kinda just left Saundra there with her new boyfriend on the floor, so I don’t know how or even when she’s getting back. Not my problem anymore.”

“But I can wait down the street for you…Even better, I could come up and kiss you right in front of her!… Oh, that would be so nice! I know, it’s very high school all over again…” She spoke to me.

“Ok, give me a call when you are ready to be picked up. Bye” I said.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Please, listen… I want to apologize for my behavior. Scott was,… Err, ahh is an old boyfriend. He–“

Saundra was trying like hell to salvage the relationship with me. She had left Romeo in the emergency room and rushed home in a cab to try to convince me it was all a big mistake. I knew it was a planned thing and I was just thinking about all the times she was late or couldn’t make it. It was starting to all make sense to me now, in a new light.

“-Old boyfriend? When did you date him? Jr. High? It really isn’t necessary to apologize to me. I just wish you had not told me that you loved me. That implies a bunch of things, not the least of which is a measure of exclusive behavior. FUCKIN’ an old boyfriend in the bathroom while your love waits for you at the table… Well that kinda crossed the line.” I looked in her eyes and said, “Here are the gifts that you gave me. I thank you for your time.” I handed her the nice ID bracelet, the cufflinks and the nice leather case she had bought me. I pulled off the wristwatch too. Brazzers She gave gifts probably because she felt so damn guilty about her cheating behavior.

“I don’t want to break up!” She whined. “I do really love you, I just made a very bad mistake. You can certainly keep all of the gifts I gave you. I don’t want them back. Please reconsider? I will make it up to you, double-down, and in spades.” She looked at me with those gorgeous eyes so full of tears… And then I thought about the dancing, and the fucking, and I realized that I was a just a fallback position. Just a dick with a wallet that she could use whenever she needed to. I didn’t want to just be a “penis and a paycheck”. I decided maybe I should just string her along the way she had strung me along. But first, I needed a little bit of payback, so…

Wendy entered the living room and sauntered over to me. Her full breasts jiggled as she walked towards me. I jumped up and gave her a nice little kiss… On the lips! I helped the pregnant woman get her coat on. Time to go.

I turned and said, “Saundra, I will think about it. I promised to take Wendy home. Good night and good luck.” I did not kiss her. Who knows where those lips were tonight? I had a reasonable guess exactly where those lips were, and I am sure as hell not kissing her!

I opened the door and Wendy walked out followed by me. We left in a hurry, as Saundra wailed a bit sadly. I had to get away from this horrible woman. Wendy felt the same way. Saundra had not even paid her for babysitting her kid.

“Don’t worry about it. I will pay you. That bitch was just as you said she was. I owe you a lot more than the money. Wendy, will you go out with me? I am a decent and kind person, and I like you.” I said.

“I’m pregnant with another man’s baby.”

“Are you getting back together? You still love him?” I asked her the obvious questions.

“No, and hell no! I had almost the same thing happen to me, as what happened to you.” She looked at me with those eyes so full of caring and love. She was very, very dangerous to me!

We got in my car to get her home, and she kissed me full on. She was a great kisser. I kissed her back.

As we got going she told me a spy story.

“My sister washes hair at the salon. She’s not licensed to cut hair, but she’s allowed to wash and rinse. And she takes care of the cash too. Anyway, your girlfriend-” I cut her off.

“-Ex-girlfriend!-” I jumped in there.

“-ok, your ex-girlfriend was getting her hair trimmed and fixed up. She was talking about the dumb guy that was so interested in marriage. She was going to fuck her old boyfriend in the bathroom as he waited for her in the club. The stylist said that could not be done, come on… She said she had already done it to the dumb ass three times, and he was none the wiser. She had even had him eat her out afterwards before they fucked. My sister was so disgusted she said fuck it. I’m not babysitting for that skank. Not so she can abuse a good guy. That’s the real reason for my being there instead of her. I had to warn you somehow. I am not happy with what happened, but I am glad you know the truth about your girlfriend.”

“Ex-girlfriend! Absolutely, positively, she’s-so-done, EX-GIRLFRIEND!!” I exclaimed, maybe a bit too loudly. I took her hand in mine. “Want to go to my house?”

“Fuck yes. Let’s go. I am going to fuck your balls off.” She grinned.

“Pregnant women are twice as horny as regular girls. I have a little bit of a treat for you too. You are going to suck out my excess milk. I’m going to be your cow. You like sucking on big milky tits, don’t you? Then you can fuck me again, cause milking makes me horny too! Come on man, step on it. I really need you to fuck me good and hard.”

I broke a few speed limits getting back to my house. We got in and there was a flurry of flying clothes leading to my bedroom.

She actually pushed me onto my back and jumped on board. She shoved her milk dripping nipple into my mouth as she lined up my cock, which was hard as tool steel, to plunge into her hot, wet cunt. She thrust herself down my meat pole as I sucked her huge milky tits. She was positively purring as she fucked me hard and her pussy grabbed my hard cock and she squeezed me as we fucked. She took great delight in squirting her milk in my face. I took delight in sucking her big dark nipples and getting a milky reward for her attentions. I pushed her on her back and fucked her pretty hard and she had a huge climax. I was just behind in time and I spewed rope after rope of semen. My coming set her off again, not quite as big an orgasm, but still a big cum. She didn’t want me to pull out.

“Your dick feels perfect, right where it belongs!” She said. I had to agree with her, it did feel wonderful. We spooned and my cock went rigid again as I felt that marvelous ass. She handed me the lube, and then I was deep in her behind. She had a very, very hard come as I filled her anus with my sperm. We slept like that, locked together for a while. We both had to pee. She was on the bowl and she asked me to piss on her clit. It was about the weirdest thing I’ve ever done. Then we slept in each other’s arms. It was very nice. I held her close, and she actually purred like a pussy cat!

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The next morning, I struggled awake at eight AM, all thoughts of a second round banished, the sun was already beating down out of a cloudless sky, but I had a crippling hangover and would frankly have been happier with clouds, or darkness. I stole Matt’s Ray Bans and pulled a long T shirt on to go and queue for a shower, which helped return me to a semblance of humanity. A large black coffee with three sugars and a bacon roll meant I felt I’d probably survive.

Manjit and Gautham made it over by nine, just in time for me to wave them goodbye as I disappeared off to join the band for our first rehearsal. Dean drove us off to a village hall a couple of miles away that was set up with drums, guitars and a keyboard where for the next two hours we rehearsed the forthcoming sets in between mugs of tea and instant coffee.

Dean and Colin were happy enough with the result, Perry made a couple of suggestions about positioning and lighting that everyone accepted enthusiastically. Once we’d completed the musical rehearsal as far as we could Dean took me aside and introduced Natalie’s sister, Christine, who was helping out on costume, hair and makeup. She showed me a selection of outfits and I chose two, one slightly more demure for the Square Window stage and one that showed more than it covered for the main stage.

We arrived back at the festival site with an hour to spare before our first set, there was a light lunch of cheese and crackers and fruit back at Colin’s Winnebago, during which everyone in the band came and told me I’d be fine and if it started going wrong just to shout out something like “Alright NOD FEST” and they’d cover for me.

The word had gone round backstage about my ‘plucked from obscurity’ fairy story and I had a couple of people from other bands come and wish me luck, including a couple of household names. Some of them told me they’d come and watch my set as moral support, which made me more nervous.

Ten minutes to go and I was pacing backstage, counting off the running order, telling myself I could do it and to relax.

Five minutes and I was ready to burst when the rest of the band arrived.

Two minutes and I was looking for Natalie’s bucket.

One minute. Dean walked out on stage.

Shit, the crowd sounded huge.

Dean started the introduction.

“Alright NOD fest, welcome to the Square Window Stage.” [More cheers]

“Are you ready?” [Cheers]

“I said ARE YOU READY?” [Massive cheer]

“Well ALRIGHT. WELCOME TO THE STAGE, NUT LOAF.”

The crowd went absolutely mad, Colin, sorry, Nut led them out and took over the microphone duties.

“Some of you may have heard that our Natalie’s been a bit off colour. We’re delighted to say she’s well but needs to take a rest, so we’ve got our new friend, Alice, to take her place. Alice? Where are you Alice Cinderella?”

The crowd joined him in a chant of “Alice, Alice, Alice”

We let it roll for a minute or so then Perry and Jack started the opening chords of “Holding out for a Hero” and I ran on stage in a leather bustier top, leather trousers and spike heeled boots, demanding to know where all the good men had gone and where were all the Gods. When I got to the bit about needing to be strong and fresh for the fight I spotted Matt in the crowd and pointed straight at him. All nerves were gone, I was back to being Alice Cinderella, Rock Goddess.

The track finished with a crash and a deafening roar of cheers, we rolled straight into Nut leading for the next three tracks and me being in the background as a backup singer before I stepped up for two Blondie tracks, and yes my hair was beautiful, followed by Walk like an Egyptian and Cherry Bomb.

We finished the set with the same two tracks we’d duetted the previous day. The band stayed on for the live Karaoke session while Dean took me to the backstage area for a de-brief with Colin. The condensed version was I was fantastic, which of course I was, and that I should look to Perry for the lead in more, but generally well done.

I was on a massive rush and showed my Rock Diva credentials by sending the smaller of the two Rhinos from the previous evening, who I discovered was known as ‘Buller,’ to find Matt.

He was there in minutes, on almost as much of a high as I was. “Ali, you were great. God you looked hot. It was like you were born to be up there babe, you were amazing.” He was falling over himself in his efforts to speak coherently, so I relieved him of the need by sticking my tongue in his mouth.

I hadn’t got anything on under the bustier which zipped up, so it was almost inevitable that it got unzipped and he had my tits in his hands and his mouth locked onto mine when I heard “What did I bloody tell you. She’s a Camper Van fetishist. Show her a Formica table and her clothes come off.”

I squealed in shock and tried to cover myself up, but Manjit dismissed my embarrassment nonchalantly, “Oh come on girly, we were all in the hot tub last night. Just stop actually shagging Porno for two minutes and we’ll leave you to it.”

Gautham was just behind her, “Yeah, don’t worry about us Ali.” Which got him a slap from Manjit and a suggestion that perhaps I should cover up. The Comedy Indian Accent came back “Because my bloody husband turned into a randy dog.”

I zipped up, much to Gautham and Matt’s disappointment, then retired to the Tiki bar where the other three piled into subsidised cocktails and I ordered herbal tea, partly because Colin and Dean were chatting in there and partly because I didn’t want to start drinking whilst I still had a set to get through later in the evening.

I had a few hours before the next set and the moment of lust had passed with Matt so I changed into shorts and a tatty T Shirt and went back to the performing arts section with Manjit where we watched some more Jane Austen related hilarity, ‘North by Nortwesthanger Abbey,’ in which our heroine is invited to Bath but pursued by mysterious agents in search of a micro painting, followed by Emma-nuelle in which our heroine arranges the marriage and trysts for Mister Twice-Knightley whilst avoiding a wickerwork chair.

Again, we thought it was brilliant, I was slightly disappointed no one came up and recognised me from the set earlier, but I consoled myself with the thought that the Meat Loaf tribute act / Jane Austen satire crossover demographic probably wasn’t enormous.

I passed the few hours left wandering round with Matt, we caught a comedy gig in the Round Window tent and watched a cooking demo in the Triangular Window tent before I had to get back for hair, makeup and costume for the main stage.

My outfit for the second set had the same trousers and boots but a lace together bodice that just about covered half my boobs at the front, leaving a huge cleavage and a load of side-boob on display. I went from nervous about being on show to feeling like a Rock Goddess again in the time it took Christine to set my hair into a huge eighties style mane, all back combed and voluminous.

It was starting to get dark, and the MC was in a spotlight with the rest of the stage unlit. A bank of lights bared out so the audience couldn’t see us moving into place. The MC was a former national DJ from the eighties and struck a perfect balance between cheesy and Rock ‘n’ Roll. He gave a few admin messages about not smoking in the audience and specials on cocktails in the inflatable pub, then he settled in and pointed at the crowd.

“Everybody, I wanna hear you say it” [Cheers]

“I wanna hear you say it. I say Nut you say”

“Loaf”

“I say Nut, you say”

“Loaf”

“Nut”

“Loaf”

“Nut”

“Loaf”

“Yeah, alright. Yes, here they are fresh from a multi room tour of Colin’s mums house, back from a successful performance in Perry’s school nativity play, the band that can best be described as ‘Available and cheap’ NOD FEST LETS MAKE SOME NOISE FOR “

He paused for a moment to allow the sound to reach a crescendo

“NUT LOAF”

The crowd were boiling away, shrieking themselves hoarse. DJ Mike disappeared stage right and in the semi darkness a single light picked out Will as he strummed the bass line from ‘A town called Malice,’ then as the guitars and drums joined the melody we lit up. Second track was ‘Ballroom Blitz’ which gave me a few lines to myself to break me in then I was front and centre with ‘Maria’ by Blondie before we reprised our duet of ‘Dead Ringer’ and then closed out the set with ‘Bat out of Hell’ with Nut and me nose to nose centre stage.

The lights went down, and the crowd went berserk. Adrenaline flooded through me like a firehose. Matt was waiting in the wings, I grabbed him as we went by and dragged him into a side alcove for a stress relieving snog then back down to the Green Room area. I was ready for a drink and to let off some steam.

Dean was waiting and bellowed out his enthusiastic approval as he handed out bottles of Heineken, the band surrounded me to shower me with their thanks and congratulations.

Still buzzing, I poured half my beer down my throat and looked around. “Went well then?” I grinned.

The evening settled into a few more beers then we went to watch the headliners before all the performers still around were invited on stage to sing happy birthday to DJ Mike, in a meticulously planned spontaneous moment.

Gautham and Manjit had moved their camper van into the artists area where it was dwarfed by most of the others, they kindly offered us the keys and said they’d go and sleep in our tent, Manjit gave a parting shot of “And keep your dirty butt off my table you sex fiend.”

Of course, we didn’t. We took a handful of beers each and retired to the camper, I shut the door and closed the curtains then pushed Matt backwards to sit down on the bench seat next to the table and knelt between his knees. Hungrily I undid his shorts pulling them down to reveal his still floppy Altyazılı Porno but getting interested cock. I took hold of him and sucked his growing length into the depths of my mouth. With a grin I withdrew the now stiffened pole and playfully licked around the head and shaft.

“Who am I?” I asked, staring into his eyes.

He caught on immediately. “You’re Alice Cinderella, you’re my Cinderella.”

“Damn Right I am, and what happens to Cinderella?”

“She turns into a pumpkin at midnight?” Wrong answer, I bit him hard enough to get his attention, growling my displeasure.

“I mean, she gets the handsome prince and lives happily ever after?”

I was happy with that answer, but as an afterthought added “Of course if this particular handsome prince ever makes the mistake of trying to see if any other girls in the kingdom fit his magic slipper then I’ll be having a word with the fairy godmother and turning you into dead man.”

I was improvising wildly with the Cinderella theme, I blame Manjit for giving me the name when she booked me onto the Karaoke stage. I was also getting away from the matter in hand and went back to pushing his juicy crown as far towards my tonsils as I could get it. I held him deep in my mouth for a moment and made a gargling growling sound deep in my larynx, the vibration filtered up and judging by the happy looking face he made it had the desired effect.

Keeping him in my mouth I took my hands away and fiddled behind my neck, undoing the lace up top and pulling it free. I had to pull away for a moment to clear it from my body and cast it aside on the table beside me. With a cry of “Ohh yes” from Matt I gripped him between my now released tits and slowly chest fucked him with a gurgle of happiness, twisting my own nipples as I moved up and down.

I didn’t want a gooey cleavage so I stopped once his breathing started to get heavier and pulled my boots and trousers off, standing in front of him in just my knickers I pulled on his hands and swapped places, if I’d been better groomed I’d have been naked but I felt strangely self-conscious about the hairiness of my muff, although that all evaporated as soon as Matt buried his face in my crotch, the elastic getting stretched sideways then pulled away entirely to be pulled up over my legs and away to join the bodice top on the table.

It didn’t take him long and I was cooing with pleasure as he alternated between long strokes with the soft flat of his tongue and hard fluttering flicks with the tip. Just as I was about to burst he stopped and rubbed the tip of his hot cock across my labia and clit then with a twitch of his hips he was inside me, I gasped at the suddenness of his penetration.

He read my mood perfectly, I was riding a wave of adrenaline from being on stage and I didn’t want ‘nice’ I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. He slammed into me with an irresistible force, pushing me back into the seat, so hard I could feel the fabric underneath me hot from friction and my tits slapped together with the inertia. Again and again, he drove in, I reached down to slap on my clit and pinch it hard, squealing at the mix of sensations.

I was grunting in time with each thrust, it’s a big camper van but I wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been rocking on its springs in time with the vigorous beating my pussy was taking from his cock.

I swear could feel every ridge and vein as he slipped in and out, as if every nerve ending in me was charged up with electricity. I cried out wordlessly as I came closer and closer, finally giving an inarticulate squeal as the world lit up around me and a brass band let loose with a tirade of sound.

Matt was close to cumming as well, I gripped him with my legs and jerked my hips spasmodically, I was rewarded with a grunting bark as he shuddered three times, jetting into me.

I demanded a kiss, then crawled into the double bed where I fell asleep waiting for tea, waking to drink it and cuddle up close then going back to sleep and remaining out of all contact until nine the following morning.

Sunday followed a similar pattern, the final show was a bit more intense and there were a few tears backstage as I said goodbye to the band, we all took advantage of there being no more performances and gave the two pound cocktails a bit of a beating, Manjit and Gautham met Philo Waves and Lucky Lady Jane, but despite Manjit getting very drunk and telling Lady Jane that Gautham was allowed to sleep with her as long as she could sleep with Philo nothing untoward happened, apart from Manjit being mortified the next morning when she sobered up.

We were packing the tent away and I was about to go and rent a trolley to cart everything back to Matt’s car when Colin and Dean arrived with a tempting proposition.

Colin started, “How are you fixed for the next four months and is your passport valid until next year?”

Matt and I shared a puzzled look, “Er, I’m back to work tomorrow and yes Brazzers it’s valid for six more years. Why?” I had a suspicion why they’d asked; I mean you didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes, but I wanted them to spell it out.

Dean followed up, “You gelled really well with the band, the tour manager watched both nights performances and would like you to be part of the tour. We all want you as well. We think you and Natalie could work together once she’s back from having the baby and…. Look, how about we all get together in a day or two for a catch up and we can work out the details? We’ll be getting a shed load of cash for the tour so we can pay a decent rate, Matt can come along as well if he’s free.”

I gave a tentative yes, I was interested but I’d need to see how I could fit it around work. N my heart I knew it wasn’t tentative and if I could find a way of making it happen I would be all over it like a tramp on hot chips. It was the fitting it around work that was going to be interesting.

I strolled into work on Tuesday morning with a much better view on life, particularly so when a couple of the jobs I’d asked Vera for information on had been held up for ten days waiting for her answer. An emergency conference was called in the boardroom where the departmental heads would try to find a scapegoat to keep the MD off their cases.

There was a silence in the meeting room, broken by my boss slamming a load of files on the table, “There’s the thick end of a million quid of business here that’s about to go down the khazi. Alice, what’s the hold up? It’s your job to keep things rolling smoothly.”

I reached into my pile of supporting paperwork, pulled out my job description and read the relevant lines. “It is the account manager’s responsibility to ensure the smooth transition of the order through the factory. This will require close liaison with manufacturing, planning and despatch plus other departments as may be necessary from time to time.”

The senior managers looked happy; I was putting my neck in a noose for them. I then produced the written instruction to only communicate with the despatch administration team by email or in writing. They looked less happy. I produced copies of every email I’d sent Vera, highlighted where I’d copied both John and Martin then melodramatically opened a ring binder with a dayglo label saying “Vera — Answers” to show it empty.

A bit of a slanging match kicked off, I was asked why I hadn’t followed up with John, and that as the account manager it was my responsibility to ensure smooth transition of the orders. I showed them the emails I’d sent asking for his input, and his responses saying he’d speak to Vera. Which of course he hadn’t done.

We went round the houses several times, each time I came back with printed copies of messages asking for support or the written instruction to only contact Vera by email or in writing. Eventually the senior managers got bored with arguing in circles and Martin slapped the table.

“We are where we are. The important thing is what we do about it. Alice, what are YOU going to do about this?”

I judged this wasn’t the time to ask about flexible working so I could go on tour with my new friends at Nut Loaf.

“I can’t do a thing until Vera unblocks the system, or I get permission to operate the shipping systems so I can unblock it. I’ve followed the procedures as detailed in a disciplinary meeting. I’ve followed them to the letter, the delays as you can see are caused by the lack of response from the shipping department. I can speak to the customers but until Vera responds to my emails then all I can tell them is we don’t know when we’ll be able to ship. Would you like me to start doing that now?”

I was told I couldn’t do it, that I should consider my loyalty, that I was being unprofessional. I didn’t really care, I asked for Debbie Blanco to join us and for a personal supporter as I felt I was being unduly intimidated and coerced. I even showed them the paragraph in the company disciplinary procedures that said I was allowed to do that.

Suddenly with witnesses and HR records being kept I was under less pressure, Vera was summoned and asked why none of my emails had been answered. I enjoyed seeing her trying to wheedle out of it, but she’d firmly dropped herself into a deep hole and every move she made just made it deeper. In the end I saw her for what she was, a scared old woman that was facing retirement from a job that had been her entire life. I wasn’t about to become her best friend, but I could see a way out for us both.

“Vera, you’re due to retire in eighteen months or so, why don’t you train me and Coral (Coral’s one of my team, lovely girl, young mum, always baking cakes for the office,) and we can help with the work load, maybe we could look at you being a long term consultant to come back in once or twice a week for a year or two after you retire to help out when we’re busy?”

Her pig like eyes lit up at that, I think it was the coming back after she retires not the letting go of her authoritah but either way she was on board. I looked at Debbie who gave an imperceptible nod of approval. The Ops director looked like I’d thrown him a life belt, in fact the only person not happy was my boss.

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It had been a few days since Marcie’s sisters left to go to June’s place up in Canada. Thanks to some checking up by my business partner, we knew that they would be safer since June’s husband was being extradited to a different part of the country. We were happy to hear when they made it there. As we were awaiting the word from Matt that I was okay to return to work, we were both on pins and needles. It wasn’t until June sent her a text confirming everything was fine that I breathed a sigh of relief.

We woke up that morning after a great night’s sleep, due to the good news. We both looked each other as we stirred and started smiling at each other.

“You were snoring again,” she said.

I laughed.

“It was a good night’s sleep. You know what I was dreaming about?”

She snuggled against me tighter.

“No clue.”

“You letting me hold you.”

“You’re kidding,” she whispered playfully.

“You’re right. It was a dream about watching you on the beach in your swimsuit.”

“We can make that dream come true in a couple months.”

“We could,” I said squeezing her a bit tighter. “Or we could just take a shower together this morning instead?”

She looked at me.

“You can have me in the shower anytime you want, Romeo.”

“I just want to take advantage. Thanks to your brother-in-law being Porno moved, I get to go back to the office. I want every chance to be with you until then.”

She kissed me on the nose.

“I am sure that could be arranged, Master.”

We slid out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I turned the water on while she was putting her hair in a ponytail. I looked at her in admiration before she looked me in the face and smiled. We both entered the shower and started to work on each other. The shower was nice and warm while we were rubbing each other. Contrary to normal story behavior, I did not immediately bend her over. Instead, I kept helping her get the hard-to-reach spots before she had me bend down in front of her so she could work on my hair. I then reasoned that she wanted to make sure my hair was washed.

I started to allow it to grow a little after the wedding. She likes to have a bit to rub when we hold each other. I’ve been letting her give me ideas on what to do with it. It makes her happy and I love making her happy. After my hair was rinsed, her arms went around my neck, and we shared a deep kiss as the water cascaded down.

We stopped the water before helping each other dry off. As we headed into the bedroom, I wrapped my arms around her waist and started to kiss along her neck. She bent Altyazılı Porno her head to allow me access to it. I started to guide her towards the bed before she twirled around in front of me.

“I’m gonna miss these long mornings, Leo,” she said.

“Why? I always have weekends.”

“I know, but I feel spoiled because of the last couple of weeks. I like waking up with you every morning.”

I started to kiss her more hungrily along her neck.

“And here I thought you missed your mornings without me,” I said sarcastically.

She turned and wrapped her arms around my neck again.

“I could always drag you to yoga,” she retorted.

I reached down and grabbed her hips before planting my lips on hers. They both opened as our kiss intensified. I could feel her move towards the bed until she started to sit on the edge. I took that moment to get on my knees and started to make out more.

“Did we have anything going on this morning?” I whispered.

She kissed back.

“I don’t think so.”

I kissed more until she was on her back, and I was on top of her. Her legs immediately wrapped around me. I felt myself rubbing against her until I slid inside. I could hear her intake of breath as I started to push forward. I was moving slowly, attempting to prolong the experience as Brazzers long as we could. Her fingernails scratched along my back as I looked into her face. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were open. Her breathing betrayed her enjoyment of what we were doing. I gently took her hands and pressed them above her head onto the mattress as I drove into her. Her eyes opened into that seductive gaze of hers as I did that.

“I’m yours, Leo,” she whispered.

I started to drive deeper. The feeling of her submission was encouraging, and her arousal heightened my desire to please my wife. I wanted to push her forward, make her feel the way I looked at her as the most desirable person on Earth. It was a moot point because she already knew how I felt about her. As we kept kissing each other, nibbling on each other, holding each other, the moment began to approach. I looked in her eyes before moaning for her. Her hands began to stroke my back as I edged closer.

“All of it, Leo. I want all of it,” she whispered.

As I started to ebb down from my moment, she held me in place as she started to shutter. Her eyes opened a moment later and her dreamy smile appeared. We moved so we were holding each other again before we started to whisper to each other.

“For better or worse,” she started.

“There’s no place I’d rather be.”

“Not even a warm beach somewhere?”

“I want to be anywhere as long as you’re in my arms, Amor.”

She kissed my forehead.

“You have me forever, Leo and another forever after.”

We stayed like that for a bit. There was nowhere else I wanted to be.

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Harry looked at his wife Diana sitting curled up on the sofa next to him as she flicked through a magazine. They had been married for two years and he still felt that mixture of love and lust that he had felt on their wedding day. She was a truly beautiful woman. She was the same age as him at twenty five. Shoulder length dark, almost ebony, hair framed a face with dark brown eyes and full lips. Her nose was bent slightly from a childhood accident, but this actually made her look more desirable rather than less. Diana was tall. At least five feet eleven and when she was dressed for a night out her long toned legs looked gorgeous in the short dresses she loved to wear. Her smallish breasts were pert and hard and the small nipples were like the cherry on a cake for him. It was her bottom that he had first noticed in the office where they had both worked. It was the best he had ever seen and he loved to clasp it when they made love.

They had met four years ago and their dating had been passionate and full of laughter. They had married and bought a small flat in London. Diana now worked as an administrative assistant in a large London hospital and Harry still worked in the insurance office where they had first met. Diana had decided to move jobs as she didn’t want to work in the same place as her husband, and this sentiment was agreed to by Harry. They weren’t rich by any means and the majority of their money was spent on the mortgage of the two bedroom flat where they both now sat.

Harry looked around the flat that was their pride and joy. Diana had chosen all the furnishings and Harry was happy to let her do it. For him he could have lived in a cardboard box as long as she was there beside him. However, the cost of the flat and the general high cost of living in London meant they were sitting at home watching crappy TV on a Saturday night as they couldn`t afford to go out. It was the end of the month so they had splashed out on a couple of bottles of wine and were both sipping from their glasses. Both knew the night would end up in a frantic coupling in their bedroom as this was an activity that they both enjoyed and cost nothing.

Harry sometimes found the flat claustrophobic and missed their nights out in the pub or going for a curry or Chinese. Living with Diana and their enthusiastic lovemaking compensated for this ninety nine percent of the time, but he had to admit that he missed their “Date nights”.

Diana adjusted her position slightly and stirred Harry from his thoughts as she said excitedly, “Look at this.” And thrust the magazine in his direction.

Harry took the magazine and read the page that she had folded over. It was a full page advertisement for a competition. “WIN A WEEK ON AN ISLAND IN SCOTLAND: OPEN TO COUPLES ONLY”

Harry continued to read, if only to keep his wife happy. There were several pictures of a small island with a rocky coast line and the only building appeared to be a two story stone house positioned nearly in the centre. There were sheep and not a lot else in the pictures and so Harry started to read the text.

“McKinnon Island is situated ten miles off the West coast of Scotland. McKinnon Enterprises in cooperation with Scott’s Fine Women’s Lingerie have completely refurbished the old farmhouse into three deluxe hotel rooms. The perfect place for you to really get away from it all and reignite the romance with your partner. Before the official opening we are offering three lucky couples the chance to win a week on the island and enjoy all of its facilities. This will enable us to test our product and also give a once in a lifetime opportunity to those three lucky winners. Plus, Scott`s will provide the lucky female winners with a three hundred pounds gift voucher to spend on-line before the trip. Please just answer the four questions below and then send your answers and your ages by e-mail to [email protected]. The closing date is 30th April 2021. Good Luck.”

Harry read on and saw the four questions. Two were marked “For Him:”, and two “For Her:”

He looked at the questions that he was supposed to answer.

• # 1. Do you like to see your partners legs in A: Stockings B: Tights C: Bare Legged

• # 2. What is your favourite colour for your partners Lingerie?

Harry had always loved it when Diana wore stockings. He wasn`t sure why they turned him on so much, but he was always so aroused when she did. So that answered question number one. The second one was also easy for him. The first time he had ever slept with Diana she had been wearing the most gorgeous bra and panties set in dark blue. He would never forget that evening and so that would be his answer.

Diana smiled knowingly as Harry gave her his answers and passed her back the magazine. He asked her what her answers where. Diana read the questions out loud. “When you wear stockings do you feel A. Cold B: Uncomfortable B: Sexy?” She surprised Harry by pausing before she said, “C!” and then continued. “Do you wear stockings just for, A: Your Partner B: Just for Yourself C: For both of you?” again a pause before Diana said in a whisper as if she was talking to herself, Porno “C!”

Diana got up from the sofa and grabbed their shared laptop from the floor where it resided normally. She typed in their answers and their ages and sent off the mail. Neither of them thought they had any chance of winning but it had broken the monotony of the evening. It had also turned them on a little bit as they imagined a week on a remote Scottish island in a luxury hotel. Diana grabbed Harry by the hand and led him into the bedroom.

It was four weeks later and Harry was sitting on the sofa watching the football results on the TV and Diana was surfing on the internet when he was startled by her scream and then her shouting, “We won. We won. Oh my God we actually won!”

He wasn’t sure what she was talking about so he asked her, “We won what?”

She was nearly breathless as she said, “We won the trip to McKinnon Island dummy. From the first to the seventh of June. They have sent train tickets and invitations and a gift voucher code for me to spend at Scott`s lingerie!” and she passed Harry the computer so he could read the e-mail.

“Dear Mr. and Mrs. Baker. We are pleased to inform you that you have won an all-expenses paid holiday to the romantic McKinnon Island for the week of June 1st to June 7th. Please find attached your train tickets. You will be met at Glasgow train station and driven to the boat that will take you to your holiday of a lifetime. Mrs. Baker, please use the following gift voucher code (McKinnonIsland010621) to make your purchase from Scott’s Fine Women’s Lingerie on-line store at [email protected]. Your purchases will be delivered to your room and be waiting for you on your arrival. Please confirm that you are able to attend within seven days of the date of this e-mail.”

Harry was shocked and could only say, “Fuck me!”

Diana surprised him when she replied, “That´s a given baby!” and laughed nearly hysterically.

Diana and Harry checked with their workplaces on the Monday morning to see if they could get the time off. Both of their employers were happy for the young couple and agreed that they could go on the holiday that they had won. On the Monday evening Diana sent their confirmation e-mail and then disappeared into the bedroom with the laptop. When she hadn`t reappeared after thirty minutes Harry went to see what she was up to. As he opened the bedroom door she shouted at him, “Get out! I am using my gift card and I want it to be a surprise for you. Now get out!”

Harry left her alone and sat on the sofa dreaming about the delights that he would experience in a few weeks. His imagination was running wild with thoughts of what Diana was ordering at that very minute. He loved to see his wife in lingerie so this win was a double whammy with the holiday PLUS the lingerie.

DAY 1

The days seemed to drag until the date of their departure finally arrived. They packed a suitcase and made their way to Kings Cross station to get their train. They were astounded to see that the tickets were in First Class and they chatted amicably as the English countryside flashed past the windows. Neither could contain their excitement and they splashed out on a bottle of wine as the train left Leeds for the final couple of hours of the journey. They were just draining their glasses as the train pulled in to Glasgow. Harry grabbed the suitcase and they left the train to find their driver.

At the end of the platform they spied a very large black man in a dark suit who was holding a sign that read “Mr. Mrs. Baker” and they walked towards him. Harry offered him his hand and said, “Hi. We are Harry and Diana Baker.”

“Gerry,” he replied and grabbed the suitcase from Harry`s hand. “This way,” And he led them out of the station to a huge black estate car. He put the bag in the back and Diana and Harry climbed into the back seat. Driving carefully through the city Gerry eventually got them out into the Scottish country side and could accelerate slightly. Diana and Harry gazed from the windows and enjoyed the wonderful scenery. Neither had ever been to Scotland before so everything was new and interesting to them. The drive took nearly ninety minutes before the big black car pulled up at the jetty in a small fishing village on the coast.

Gerry retrieved their bags and after handing Harry the suitcase he pointed at a small boat at the end of the jetty and Diana and Harry began to walk in that direction. Harry could see five other people waiting about twenty yards away next to the small boat. There were two couples that were older than they were and maybe in their thirties or early forties and a grizzled older man in oilskins who was apparently the boat driver or captain.

As they reached the boat the captain asked if they were the Baker`s and Harry had to ask him to repeat his question as the man`s accent was nearly impossible to understand. Once everything was confirmed the three couples found seats at the rear of the boat and the captain started to steer the boat out of the small harbour and into the open seas as the couples all introduced themselves.

The Altyazılı Porno first couple were Mary and Jim from Devon. They were in their early thirties. He was a dentist and she helped him in their practice. No kids and had been married for ten years. Mary was pretty with shoulder length blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She had huge breasts that filled out the summer pullover she was wearing. She was short at around five foot four with a figure that was curvy in all the right places.

Jim was tall and over six foot. Close cropped black hair and dark almost black eyes under thick eyebrows. His athletic figure came from his hobby of walking on Dartmoor, and he explained that he still played for a local rugby club occasionally.

The other couple were Dave and Sandy. They were from Derby. She was thirty nine and he was forty. She worked as a secretary and he was a taxi driver. Sandy was very fit and did aerobics about three times a week. At five foot eight she was the same height as her husband with auburn hair cut short in almost a manly style. Her heavily made up face was very beautiful and her green eyes were striking. She was nearly flat chested under her pink T-shirt and obviously she was without a bra as her hard nipples were easily visible pushing against the cotton as the cool sea breeze washed over the small boat. She was the only one of the ladies not in jeans and her legs were long, toned and tanned from many hours on a sunbed and stuck out from a skirt that was short enough to provide a view of her panties, if she moved wrong.

Dave was a big man with hair cut so short he appeared nearly bald. He was muscled all over and told them that he went to the gym nearly every day to compensate for hours spent driving his cab. He had really an impressive body that was covered by a tight T-shirt and designer jeans that were nearly skin tight.

The day was very warm, although the cool sea breeze made the crossing to the island comfortable. After the usual stiffness that was normal when three couples who do not know each other are thrust together they all gradually relaxed and by the time the boat docked at a small jetty on the island they were all laughing and joking together. Harry thought that these four would be a lot of fun to be stuck on an island for a week with.

The captain helped them all off the boat. Each couple had one suitcase although Sandy and Dave seemed to have a trunk as their bag was double the size of the others. This caused them all to laugh even more as Diana and Harry gently teased them. On the jetty was a small man with a luggage trolley. He introduced himself as Angus before loading their bags onto the trolley and pushing it up a small gravelled path towards the stone building that sat on the rise of the island.

The island was very small. Maybe only a mile across in both directions and the only building visible was their destination. It was two stories and made of stone. The path led directly to double doors at the front. Following Angus through the doors Harry saw that the place was much nicer than it appeared from outside. Someone had obviously spent a lot of money on the renovations. Harry was still gazing around and taking in the fine wooden furnishings as he heard heels tapping across the polished wooden floor behind him and woman’s voice say, “Welcome!” in a strong Scottish drawl.

He turned and gawped as he set his eyes on one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She had long reddish brown hair that hung perfectly styled to her shoulders. Her oval face was blemish free and she had striking green eyes. Her lips were full and accentuated by deep red lipstick. She was wearing a white blouse that had the top three buttons undone revealing the cleavage between her large breasts. Her black pencil skirt was short and finished three inches above her knees. Her legs were clad in black nylon and on her feet she was wearing black five inch heels. She looked like she had just done a cover shoot for Vogue as she had the body of a top model.

Harry felt Diana elbow him in the ribs as she had seen his open mouthed response to the woman. He stared at the woman as she continued with her introduction. “Good afternoon to you all. I am Moira and I am the Manageress of McKinnon Island. Angus is now taking your bags up to your rooms. You are the only guests as there are only three suites here. Dave and Sandy you are in room number one. Diana and Harry room two and Mary and Jim in room three. Your packages from Scott`s are on the bed in your rooms. There are only four staff members here. Myself and Angus, who you have all met, plus Greg the chef and Gail who acts as waitress and general help. Now please find your rooms and settle in, and we can all meet in the bar at five. One hour from now. Then I will explain all of the amenities. There are no keys for the rooms as you are such a small group and I am sure you will all mingle together quite happily. Once more welcome, and I hope you have a fantastic time here both with your partner and also with the other couples. She smiled and pointed to the large wooden staircase and said, “The Brazzers rooms are up there!”

The three couples made their way up the stairs to the landing above. There were three doors spaced about ten yards apart on one side and two doors on the other. Harry and Diana went to the middle door with a large 2 on it as the other couples went to their rooms. There was no key hole in the door and Diana turned the handle and she and Harry entered the room. For a few minutes they said nothing and just stared. The room was huge and nearly as big as their London flat. There was a large four poster bed against one wall and floor to ceiling windows that gave a fantastic view of the rocky coastline behind the hotel. There were a few sheep grazing peacefully on the lush green grass between the hotel and the sea. There was a large wooden wardrobe and a chest of drawers. In one corner was a sofa and an armchair and a small coffee table. In the same corner was a bench with a kettle, tea and coffee. Next to this was a refrigerator that they later found to be stocked with soft drinks, wine and beer. There was a large TV on the wall opposite the bed and a small vanity in one corner with a mirror. That wasn`t the only mirror. There was a long one attached to the wall next to the vanity and an even bigger one on the ceiling above the bed.

Exploring further they pushed open a door that led to a bathroom that was four times bigger than the one they had at home. It contained a huge shower that was big enough for four people and a sunken bath tub with a whirlpool function. Two double sinks, a toilet and a bidet.

Harry and Diana went back into the bedroom and Diana found a large package on the bed wrapped in brown paper and her name written on it in black marker. There was a small card taped to the package with “Compliments of Scott`s Fine Women’s Lingerie,” written on it. She took the package and disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door.

Harry just looked around in amazement. He grabbed a Coke from the fridge and stared out of the window. This was more than he had expected in even his wildest dreams. He heard Diana leave the bathroom and watched as she pushed her unwrapped parcel into the chest of drawers. She still wasn`t letting him see her purchases. She pushed the drawer shut and turned to him and was smiling as she asked, “Is your hard on gone yet? I thought your jaw was going to hit the floor the way you looked at Moira!” Harry blushed deep crimson as she continued, “To be honest I don`t blame you. I think she could turn me Bi, if anybody could. She is gorgeous!”

Harry was quickly over his embarrassment and looked at his wife smiling as he pulled his jeans down and his semi hard cock was released and he seductively grabbed it and started stroking it as he said, “I wouldn`t mind a bit of help with this before we go down for a drink!”

Diana laughed and walked towards him before dropping to her knees and pushing her lips around his hastily growing member. She looked up at him and bobbed her head a few times as he looked down and enjoyed the view of his penis being engulfed in his wife’s mouth. He was breathing hard now and then was startled as Diana removed him from her mouth. She continued to stroke him as she looked up and said, “Is that something you would like? Me and Moira together. Sucking you, stroking you. Maybe me licking her while you pump into her pussy. Or…,” she didn’t get any further as Harry ejaculated all over her face and blouse. She laughed like a schoolgirl and said, “I´ll take that as yes to that fantasy!”

Harry blushed again. He looked at his watch and saw they still had twenty minutes so suggested they had a shower as Diana obviously need one now as there were large drops of his come drying on her face and in her hair. Diana got off her knees and they went into the bathroom and stripped off before entering the huge shower. There was top of the range shampoo, conditioner and shower gel on the tray inside the cubicle and they washed themselves in silence before Harry said softly, “What you said earlier. Have you every fantasised about being with another woman? Or being with me and another woman or maybe another man? I didn`t realise what a turn on that would be until you started to talk about it. I don`t think I have ever come that quickly. It was just imagining you and Moira together. I know it is just a fantasy but it was so powerful.”

Diana stopped running her fingers through her hair as she tried to remove the last of the shampoo. She had had her back to him but now she turned and looked into his eyes before casting her eyes downwards and seeing that his erection was returning by just the thoughts behind his questions. Nearly whispering she told him, “Of course I have thought about it. I think everybody thinks about these things, but it doesn’t mean I would do it. Sometimes it’s nice to fantasize about and talk dirty like we did before but that is the limit. If I was to do it then it would only be with someone who was knock dead beautiful like Moira.” As she said the last sentence her hand took hold of his cock and stroked it gently and his erection grew. Once he was fully hard she let him go and stepped out of the cubicle with an evil grin on her face and said, “Now let’s get ready and go downstairs!” She left Harry standing in the shower with his cock at attention and grabbed a towel before disappearing into the bedroom.

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by Alonzo14 (as his alter ego Liz)

In retrospect I think that I was always attracted to women. In high school I always thought the cheerleaders were kind of cute and even a little sexy in those outfits, shaking their pom-poms and turning cartwheels. And I enjoyed looking through my boyfriend’s Playboy. I thought that I just enjoyed looking at beautiful things, including women, but I now realize that I was attracted to them sexually.

When I met Steve, he and I hit it off right away in bed. He knew what to do to get me off and was very good at it. After about two years of marriage, however, I had come to think that something was missing from our sex life. I still enjoyed making love with him, and he continued to bring me to terrific orgasms, but I was haunted by the thought that there should be something more.

Linda was a girl in my office who was about 10 years younger than me. She and I seemed to hit it off and soon we were having lunch together almost everyday. Sometimes when Steve was busy with the boys or off on a business trip, she and I would get together and go to a movie. I enjoyed Linda’s company. She was quite attractive, and as I look back on it now, she was quite attentive to me, touching my arm for emphasis while chatting, giving me a hello hug that lasted just an instant too long, bringing me little trinkets. I really didn’t think anything of it, though.

Well, recently Steve and I got a hot tub which we put in our enclosed porch at the back of our house. I told Linda how Steve and I broke it in by making love in it the first time when used it. She said that she had never been in a hot tub and I told her that she should come over some time to try it out.

A couple of weeks later Steve was away on a business trip. I asked Linda if she wanted to come over for dinner and that escort bayan we could rent a movie or something. She said that that would be fine, but wanted to know if she could try out the hot tub instead. I told her that that would nice.

Linda arrived with a bottle of wine. She was always so thoughtful.

We had a wonderful little dinner and pretty much polished off the bottle as we chatted. Linda seemed in an especially good mood and her smile made me feel good (although I’m sure that the wine didn’t hurt either).

With a gleem in her eye, she asked if we could try out the tub. I told her that she could change into her suit in the guest bathroom while I changed into mine in the bedroom.

“Suit?” she said wickedly. “I didn’t bring one. Aren’t you supposed to use a hot tub naked?”

I was a little surprised at her comment because I was expecting that we would be using swim suits, but I laughed and replied that that was, in fact, the usual dress for its use.

She went into the bathroom and I quickly undressed, put on my robe, made my way to the tub and got it bubbling. I climbed into the tub and let the hot water caress me.

I was a little taken aback when Linda arrived a few minutes later with a white towell wrapped around her.

“Well, here I am, ready or not!” she giggled. And then she removed her towell.

My breath was taken away at her youthful beauty as she climbed into the tub with me. I was a little embarrassed because I felt my nipples stiffen as she laid back to enjoy the water. I hoped that she hadn’t noticed my reaction to her nakedness.

Sitting opposite of each other, we chatted some, and giggled a lot, just like two school girls. Sometimes our toes touched and I think I let out a quiet gasp each time this happened.

What was going görükle escort on inside me? I thought to myself.

Linda began moving closer and closer to me in the tub until we were sitting right next to each other, her shoulder touching mine. She was captivating. Her face angelic. Her smile melting me more than the hot water was.

Without warning she leaned over and kissed me. Not a little girlfriend kiss, but a deep and passionate kiss!

My first reaction was shock, but the taste of her lips on mine soon began to send shivers through me, even though I was sitting in hot water. When she finally broke the kiss off and leaned back away from me, she had such a satisfied look on her face, such an impish look that I leaned forward and kissed her. Not a passionate kiss. Just a sweet little peck on the cheek.

Feeling a little sheepish at what had just occurred, I raised myself up out of the water and sat on the edge of the tub and began drying myself off with a towell. Linda moved over toward me and positioned herself in front of me. She looked up at me as she slowly pushed my knees apart.

I was frozen. I knew what was coming. My heart started to pound. My nipples stiffened. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Linda kept pushing my legs apart, all the while looking into my eyes. Finally, my pussy was fully exposed to her. Her eyes moved from my eyes to my pussy and she pushed forward until her tongue touched my clit. The electricity of that touch sent shock waves through my body. Her arms reached out along the outside of my thighs and her hands grabbed my butt. Now her tongue was darting inside me!! Oh, my god! What is going on? The ecstacy of her mouth on my now throbbing pussy was too much to bear. I stifled a scream as the first wave of orgasm bursa elit escort washed over me. But Linda didn’t stop there. Her tongue moved expertly in and around my wet pussy, exploring every crease and fold. I grabbed her head and pulled it toward me. Soon I was gasping from my second orgasm!

Steve was good at eating my pussy, but he was nothing compared to Linda. She seemed to know exactly what would send me through the roof. Before she was done I had come four or five times! By now, I was laying back on the ledge around the tub, my heart pounding, my breasts heaving, my pussy dripping.

Looking at her, I saw her mouth and chin damp from my juices and the sight turned me on like never before. I got up and kissed her deeply, tasting my own cum on her lips. I knew at that moment that I had to have her! Pulling her up to me we embraced and I whispered to her that I wanted her to show me how to please her.

The two of us got out of the tub, quickly dried off and made our way to my bedroom where Linda showed me what to do. Oh, my god, her pussy was so sweet. I loved everything about it. The taste, the feel, the smell. How may caresses and kisses made it get so wet that her juices flowed out of her like a river.

Linda and I spent the rest of the evening holding each other. We fondled each others breasts and suckled them gently. Our legs would intertwine, and our pussies would touch, sending more intense sensatons through me. I explored every inch of Linda’s body and she explored mine. I can’t even begin to recount the number of times we each climaxed. I know that this was the piece that was missing from my sex life. This wonderful woman had opened Pandora’s box for me and I couldn’t get enough. And Linda was there to show me. We made sweet gentle love. We had rough sweaty sex. We used our tongues and fingers and even toes to bring each other pleasure.

From that point forward, Linda and I used every excuse to get together. I still love Steve and I still love sex with him, but Linda has given me that extra something that was missing, that special feminine touch.

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I was very nervous as I drove to town, Bruce had emailed me with the itinerary for this day we have been planning, it was a bit overwhelming to say the least. Lunch, shopping, and spa before checking into our downtown hotel for the night.

I fidgeted and fretted all morning, dressing, picking out stuff to wear, what to take. I was intent on showing him the very erotic side of me so I finally picked a crisp white blouse matched to a short black skirt and a black satin jacket that showed my best assets. It was tailored and cut just to the waist with open lapels and one button down nice and low. I had on a chunky costume pearl necklace that followed the curve of my cleavage matched with a nice wide loose bangle of the same pearls.

I felt sexy and was swollen and just a little wet thinking of how this would all unfold. My lace thong was nice and tight against my pussy teasing me as I drove. I had decided to leave my legs naked, and was wearing the stilettos that he had sent me for our first little tryst a few months before. He was waiting for me as I pulled to his restaurant pick.

He was wearing a very nice suit of dark blue; it really looked great with his silver hair. It was so nice to see him again. The smile on his face as I pulled myself up onto my heels was so inviting, and generous. I peeked his cheek as I didn’t want to ruin my lips just yet, I fully planned on staining his cock with my red lipstick later.

Lunch was fantastic, talking, teasing and caressing as we carefully ate slowly to make the day last. I knew he had to duck back to work after he got me to my spa appointment but first was a little shopping trip.

We took a taxi to a very nice old home in the inner city, I must have looked dubious as we pulled up the address but his confident hand pulled me out of the taxi and we headed up a large staircase and into the foyer of this fantastic house.

A very gorgeous women dressed in the tightest golden corset met us there, gave Bruce a passionate kiss on the lips. She seductively looked me over and smiled to Bruce then took my arm and showed me around the racks of lingerie.

Our heels clicked on the marble floors, I was in heaven as Stephanie showed me satin, silk, leather, vinyl in every garment imaginable. She had a special room of her own designs, all corsets that were fantastic. There were shelves lined with shoes and racks of hose. Tight fitting skirts and blouses rounded out the clothing end of her store.

The sex toys drove me mad trying to pick, Stephanie patiently explained all the best things about a great dildo or vibrator, Bruce just sat and took it all in, I was free to pick whatever I wanted, Stephanie first picked out a black satin corset and helped me fit it to my body in her sitting room.

The room was spacious and pretty, she smoothed the garment around my naked torso lingering on my breasts fitting them into the cups with a very delicate bursa escort and erotic touch, my nipples exploded against the fabric, she smiled and kissed my cheek. The corset matched my skirt perfectly. She took me by the arm and I was then paraded before Bruce. He clapped his approval and we put it on the tab.

Next came hose and shoes, garters, bras and thongs, Stephanie picked out a gorgeous satin robe for me that matched the corset perfectly. I was completely unsure when she took me to the vibrators. I left it to her to pick so she got me her favorites. One very nice thick long vibrating cock as well as a small g-spot vibe was added to my growing pile. Bruce paid up and left me there with Stephanie as he had to run back to the office.

This was my spa date as well so I was to be here for the rest of the afternoon. Stephanie explained I would be able to have what ever I desired, cocking a wicked smile my direction. I asked for a massage, manicure, waxing and make-up. I was shown to a glamorous room on the second floor of the big house amongst the bustle and hum of estheticians and masseuses. Stephanie showed me the closets were I could arrange my things; a small woman arrived with a floor length satin robe for me to change into. Stephanie put my new purchases on the table and helped me out of my corset and skirt and wrapping me in a flowing robe of shimmering satin. She hugged me and said that I should take a few minutes to settle before my massage.

I reclined and sipped green tea closed my eyes and dreamed of Bruce kissing me and taking me to my erotic heaven. Shortly I was summoned and off for a great massage with lavish oils and soft lights and music to fall into a deep relaxing state. The small women’s soft warm hands caressed all my curves working oil into my naked frame. She took time on my tight shoulders and stroked me with loving caresses while the music softly dropped my inhibitions as the massage continued.

I began to wish that her mouth would graze my nipples or drop to my clit. I closed my eyes tightly as she rolled me onto my back and began to massage around my breasts, caressing my chest with warm oil. Her nails dragged across the tops of my breasts producing the most provocative feelings. She worked her way down my tummy and slid her slick hands down my thighs, her breasts fell against mine as she pushed her strong grip down to my knees and back to my pussy. Her breasts continued to press against me and my nipples were tall and erect as she worked my upper thighs.

She was warm and soft and her body against mine made my pussy fall open. Her satin camisole showed her erect nipples plainly as she moved down my legs working my ankles and pressing into the soles of my feet. I rose to my elbows and looked her straight in the eyes; she held my piercing look and ran both of her hands up my legs to my knees with the most gracious smile on her face. She very slowly began to bursa escort bayan open my legs my desire to feel a tongue on my cunt overcame my fright of having a women please me so I slid my fingers down my oiled stomach to pry open my swollen lips.

She stripped her body as I massaged my oiled pussy and when I opened my eyes she was straddling me pulling on my horny nipples. I stroked her silky legs and enjoyed the sensations racing to my clit at her ministrations to my tits. Her wet cunt was sliding on my thigh as she slowly moved down my body stroking her clit down my oiled leg as she descended to my swollen pussy.

Finally her hot mouth sucked in my hard clit and her firm grip was on my ass as she dove into my slick slit. I fell back flat on my back and lifted my oiled legs into the air and opened them to her eager tongue, she took me to the edge of orgasm in seconds her sharp tongue darted all over my erect clit and swollen lips.

She backed off and came to my mouth and inhaled my eager tongue as her fingers probed my pulsing pussy, my juices flowed as she worked my depths with her fingers stroking deep into my g-spot while her tongue searches my wet mouth.

I shuddered as she races her lips to drink in my flowing orgasm that is erupting from my swollen pussy. She licked and kissed me back to earth as her strong fingers stroked my tummy she took my face in her hands and kissed me passionately staring deep into my eyes our smiles spoke volumes about what we had experienced together.

I tenderly kissed her back as she stood me up and wrapped me in my satin robe. We took our time as she escorted me back to my room.

Stephanie greeted us at my door and smiled, knowing she took my hand and excused the masseuse. We held onto each others hands as the small elegant masseuse slowly wandered off down the hall with her erect nipples being teased by her satin camisole. I smiled to myself, I had turned her on to my body, Stephanie guided me into the room and settled me onto the settee.

I was so fucking horny that I settled back into the cushions and let the robe fall from my breasts and hips. My fingers traveled down my oiled body stroking my breasts and swirling my nipples as I enjoyed the sensations racing to my moist pussy. I finally dove into my hot cunt with my long fingers and fucked my pussy lifting one leg high into the air as I pulled a small orgasm from my body.

She stood watching my lust and held my foot in her hand as the orgasm flooded my fingers. She coached me through this little scene as I screamed out fucking my cunt hard and fast. She bent to my ear kissing my lobe as my quivering body slowed to normal. She told me how incredible I was and that one day she would make love to my pussy and would love to taste my orgasm, her hot breath on my neck made my nipples rigid.

She had to get me ready for next technician; bursa merkez escort she blindfolded me and stripped the satin robe from my arms as I lay back into the settee I heard the door open. Stephanie spoke quietly to my esthetician and I heard her hung and kiss whoever it was then the door closed.

I was breathing hard and very aroused as warm wax flooded my naked thighs. It was applied and removed by expert hands. I tried for some conversation but was getting nowhere. Strong masculine hands pulled my wrists and I was bound to the settee, he kissed my neck and somehow he felt familiar somehow. I gasped as he opened my legs, my ankle was rested on the back of the settee and I just dropped the other to the floor.

Soft smooth hot bubbly cream was spread over my swollen pussy with a soft brush, he intentionally pressed the brush against my hanging clit and swirled it around making my breathing increase and my legs spread just a little farther apart. I was under his spell as he slid the sharp razor over my curving cunt. Reapplying the warm soft cream felt so exquisite before he carefully shaved me squeaky clean from my navel to my ass.

He finally untied my hands, I dove to the clean slippery surface exploring the new sensations my bald cunt sent through my loins. Hot oil began to fall onto my fingers as I explored the smooth textures of my groin. I massaged the oil into my folds exploring my pussy. I was close to having another orgasm when the mask was removed to reveal Bruce dripping oil over his hard cock inches from my mouth.

He slowly stroked his big cock right against my shiny lips as I fucked my aching pussy wishing he would slide that gorgeous cock deep into my pussy. He had other ideas though, he wanted to make sure that my pussy was done right and would have to inspect it with his tongue. I opened my legs to him and held his firm face between my hands directing him right to my hanging clit.

He took it forcefully into his mouth sucking it and slurping up my cum, I cried out as he worked up and down my slit with the hard tip of his tongue spreading the oil up and down my pussy. I was thrashing on the settee as he worked his magic on my aching cunt, cum slowly releasing into his mouth as I flowed from the constant teasing that I was enduring.

He stood and slammed his hard cock deep into my slippery wet pussy. I cam hard as he hit the back of my cunt with his bulging purple head my juices flooded his gorgeous cock. He was ready as well, he held out his soaked cock, I grabbed at him and pushed the big head into my mouth and pulled his orgasm from his body. He pressed himself into me as the flexing orgasm pumped my mouth full of cum. I let the cum fall from my slippery lips and hit my expectant tits, the warm fluid slid down my oiled body as he cried out pumping more of his pleasure onto me.

I slid my fingers through his cum and spread it over my erect nipples, teasing me, while he kissed me passionately as we both slid back from erotic heaven. We held each other looking deep into each others eyes. I smiled and escorted Bruce to a small bed in the corner of the room. We fell into a happy nap entwined into each other bodies carefree and dreaming of the night to come.

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NOTE: This story is a sequel to Melanie’s New Life. As such, you will understand some of the characters better if you read that first, although it is not necessary to follow the story. All characters are over the age of 18.

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I first saw Eileen Wilhoit from the back row of an auditorium style classroom in Kenworth Hall. She was the guest speaker at a lecture sponsored by the Women’s Business Students Association, not the sort of thing I normally attended, especially not on a Thursday night. Like many college students, I start my weekend on Thursday nights, usually hitting the happy hours with a few friends or heading to a dance club looking for a hot hookup. Even my quiet Thursdays generally involve chilling with some wine or weed.

So I wasn’t too pleased to be there that evening, but my academic advisor, Prof. Bonner, had all but demanded that I attend. She was the faculty advisor to the group and had been lobbying me for more than a year to join. But I’m not really a joiner. I love my independence and besides, my limited experience with these kinds of organizations is that they are full of self-important wanna-be politicians padding their resumes and lording over lower ranking members. Thanks, but no thanks.

But I didn’t think I could pass on this one, especially since Eileen Wilhoit was an alumna who’d succeeded in the cut-throat venture capital field, which was where I hoped to end up some day. Emily, Prof. Bonner that is, had just gushed over this woman’s experience and how her lectures were always so fantastic and informative. Seriously, I thought she was just going to cum right there in her office while we were discussing it earlier in the week.

But I sat in the back, near an exit, so that if Prof. Bonner’s idea and my idea of what constituted a fantastic lecture differed greatly, I could just sneak out. When I saw Eileen Wilhoit enter the room with Prof. Bonner and a very attractive black woman whom I recognized as Prof. Marengo, a member of the finance faculty, I figured I would probably be staying. I have a thing for hot, older women in their 40s and 50s and while I didn’t know for sure how old she was, she could definitely play center stage in almost all of my masturbatory fantasies.

Even in a room full of attractive women, and more and more hot students were filing in by the minute, she stood out like a diamond surrounded by cheap quartz. She was wearing a black pant suit that fit her to a T with what appeared to be a white silk blouse beneath. Her black pumps managed to be both practical and sexy at the same time. Long, dark hair fell in waves to the middle of her back and her jacket was stretched just the perfect amount by her breasts, which I imagined to be firm and perky. When she turned to put her purse down on a chair, those of us lucky enough to have arrived early were treated to the sight of her perfectly shaped ass outlined by her form fitting slacks. My libido, which I admit never drops much below third gear anyway, suddenly shot into overdrive.

Once she started talking, it was clear she was not just a pretty face, either. She gave a fascinating and detailed talk about the challenges facing women in business and strategies for how to succeed. She was sharp, witty, and focused, using real-world examples from her own career. She spoke from experience, having put together multi-million dollar deals and provided initial funding to startups that nobody else thought would ever amount to anything. One of those companies was now worth more than a billion dollars, making her a very wealthy woman. Not many people can hold a roomful of college students in such rapt attention that hardly a single cellphone is visible, but she did.

I was so impressed, and even a little bit awed, that by the time she was done, I’d decided to go down an introduce myself. Yes, I know, it’s kind of a cliché, kiss ass move but it’s also playing the networking game and if anyone’s ass was worth kissing it was hers, especially since it was such a delectable ass. Besides, I knew Prof. Bonner would want me to. She’d spotted me early on and from the look she gave me, was clearly not pleased by my choice of seat.

Once she had finished, and received a very enthusiastic round of applause – even I clapped, which I rarely do – there came the obligatory question and answer session. I would have skipped this, as no matter how great the lecture, the Q&A rarely rises to the same intellectual level, but obviously, I’d have to endure it. I glanced around the room, letting my eyes roam across all the fine female flesh in front of me. Being in the back, I didn’t have a great view, but it was good enough to spot Azar sitting a few rows down on the other side of the room. She was seated just behind a short, blonde girl with a pixie hairstyle and huge hoop earrings who had just asked some really inane question.

Azar is a pretty girl of Turkish descent whom I’d met the previous year. I knew it was her because I recognized the bursa sınırsız escort brightly colored hijab she wore. She was, like me, a junior and, unlike me, active in a number of organizations including the Progressive Muslim Students League, the finance club, and student government. She was also, I knew from personal experience, a skilled and enthusiastic licker of pussies. Since she didn’t seem to notice me, being focused on our esteemed speaker, I whipped out my phone and sent a quick text.

‘In back row to your left. Plan on coming home with me. Hope your tongue is well rested, cause it’s getting a workout tonight.’

Within a couple of seconds of hitting send, I saw her discretely pull out her phone and check it. She casually looked behind and across the room, scanning the seats until she saw me. I was pleased to see a look of lustful hunger on her face and I gave her a wickedly lewd grin which, after a second’s hesitation, she returned with the subtlest of nods. My pussy, already tingling, began to throb. I returned her nod with one of my own and then turned back to the podium only to find myself staring straight into the eyes of Eileen Wilhoit. I could swear she was smirking and If I hadn’t known better, I would guess that she knew exactly what had just happened. We looked at each other for just a second, then I, and I’m a little embarrassed to admit this, blushed and looked away.

As soon as the final question had been answered, and a last enthusiastic round of applause given, I made my way down, pushing past several slower, more passive women, until I was part of the small group crowding around our speaker. Prof. Bonner grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side.

“Mel, I’ll introduce you when the crowd has thinned,” she whispered in my ear. “What did you think of the lecture?”

I smiled up at her. “It was great. I’m so glad you encouraged me to come. She seems like an incredible woman and I really appreciate your introducing me.”

“Yes, she is. I’ve known her for several years and was thrilled when she agreed to speak tonight. I really think you two will get along great.”

We stood there for a couple of minutes, waiting for the crowd to clear. I glanced over to the door and was pleased to see Azar standing off to the side, patiently waiting for me. I held up a finger to indicate that she should wait for me there. Just as I turned back, Emily took my arm and stepped forward to Eileen Wilhoit, whom she gently tapped on the shoulder. The woman turned and fixed her cool, cobalt blue eyes on me and I felt a flash of heat rip through my body.

“Eileen, this is Melanie Ross, the student I told you about,” Emily said, nodding toward me. I stepped forward and extended my arm, giving her my winningest smile as we shook hands.

“It’s a real honor, Mrs. Wilhoit. I loved the lecture and really feel like I learned some important strategies for success,” I said. Her grasp was firm but not overpowering and she graciously accepted my praise.

“Thank you very much, Ms. Ross. It’s always nice to meet an enthusiastic and talented young woman such as yourself. Emily has actually been praising you quite a bit to me. I think she’s angling for an internship offer for you,” she said, smiling at me before shooting a glance at Emily. I looked over at my advisor, who’s pretty face was now a brilliant red, which contrasted sharply with her short, golden blonde hair.

“Well, I certainly would be very honored to even be considered,” I said. “It’s definitely additional motivation to keep up my grades this year.”

“I doubt you need much external motivation. You strike me as a self-starter, the kind of young woman who knows what she wants and does what she needs to get it.”

Eileen gave me a penetrating look, her blue eyes burning into mine. I actually felt a little unnerved, and that doesn’t happen to me very often. Then she grinned widely before reaching into the pocket of her suit jacket and extracting a card.

“Take this. The number goes directly to my executive assistant, as does the email. Please, contact me if there’s anything I can do for you,” said Eileen, then leaning forward, she whispered in a soft, husky voice, “Well, I guess I better let you go. I think your…friend…over there is most anxious for your company.”

She straightened up, locked her eyes on mine again, and then, to my utter astonishment, winked at me. She knows, I thought, feeling my own face flushing with embarrassment. I had no idea how, but I was as certain of that as I’d ever been of anything in my life. I turned and gestured to Azar to follow me. I could feel Eileen’s eyes following me out the door.

All the way back to my place, I puzzled over how she had known. She must have read the look in Azar’s face when she got my text, I reasoned, and saw me when Azar looked over. But to have the balls to actually say something? I mean, what if she had been wrong? I was lusting after her big time as I bursa üniversiteli escort drove home, Azar trailing me in the red BMW her father had bought her for college.

When we got back to my apartment, it took almost no time for me to tear off Azar’s clothes and my own. Normally, I’d have ordered her to do a sexy strip tease, but I was just too horny. Instead, I had her crawl over to me and eat me out wearing just her hijab, which I make her keep on because its fucking sexy as hell watching a hijabi lick pussy. She slowly pressed her way past my thighs and began giving my wet pussy gentle licks, which frankly I was not in the mood for.

“No slut, fucking devour me. I need to cum!” I gasped.

And, trained lesbian sex pet that she is, she did so.

By that time, the beginning of my junior year at State, I had been a dominant lesbian mistress for a little more than two and a half years, ever since my final semester of high school. It was then that, on a whim, I’d seduced one of my two best friends, whom I’d long suspected of harboring a lesbian crush on me. In the course of our budding relationship, I thought I detected a certain submissiveness on her part and began researching that particular kink. I learned so much that a few weeks later, I was able to recognize my school librarian, a woman 10 years my senior, as the lesbian submissive she was. Long story short, they both quickly became my loyal servants, serving me sexually almost every night until I left for school. Even now, I still go home at least once a month – it’s only a two-hour drive – to enjoy an evening of dominating Ms. Dunne. Of course, before I left, I found her another mistress, a sales clerk at an adult store I took her to early on, but that’s another story entirely. Dee, my friend, left for school on the West Coast and since her parents left town shortly after she did, I haven’t seen her as much as I’d like. But when we get together, we definitely relive old times.

Once I got to college, I expanded my sexual activities. Some people might say I’m a wanton slut, and that’s okay with me. I love sex. My first week in the dorms I quickly found my first collegiate pet, a mousy little girl from upstate who seemed to latch on to me as soon as we met. It worked for me; she had big, billowing tits and a nice ripe ass. She was also a natural submissive. She didn’t put up much in the way of resistance when, on a Friday night when her roommate was gone and we were just chilling watching TV, I demanded that she eat my pussy. She laughed at first, but when she saw I was serious, got between my legs. And when I told her she had to pledge her loyalty to me before I’d let her lick me, she didn’t hesitate, even though her licking me had been my idea in the first place. She wanted it bad.

Unfortunately, she only lasted one year at school and I have no idea where she is now. Shame, really, but such is life. And it worked out, because early on in my sophomore year, Azar and I met in an Intro to Econ class. We were assigned to work on a joint project and once I realized that she acceded to my every suggestion for how to proceed, I began to test her limits. Within a couple of weeks, she was basically doing the whole thing and never complained once. I also noticed that she kept checking me out.

Now, I tend to dress pretty skimpy. It goes along with enjoying sex, as it gives potential partners the right idea, which is that yes, I most likely would be willing to fuck you. Azar, on the other hand, dresses like the devout but modern Muslim she pretends to be. You know, full length slacks or skirt, long sleeves, but always in stylish clothes and an appropriately matched hijab. At first, I thought she was judging me for my clothing style, but pretty soon, the looks she was giving me, when she thought I wasn’t looking, seemed to indicate an entirely different mindset. So one night, I invited her back to my apartment – one year in the dorms was enough for me – and while we were sitting on my couch working, I told her how sorry I was that I had given her so much work.

Of course, she demurely said that it was no problem, and she was happy to do it. No, it was wrong and I want to make it up to you, I insisted. When she asked how, I just leaned over, grabbed her face, and kissed her.

Well, of course she resisted, for about five seconds. And then her hot little pink tongue was pushing itself past my lips and her arms were wrapped around me while I pawed at her tits, which are very nice and firm. After a couple of minutes of making out, her religious training kicked back in and she pulled away, started to cry, and stood as if to leave. So I stood up and blocked her exit.

“You can leave now if you like, Azar, and I promise I won’t hold it against you and it won’t affect our project. But if you go, you’ll never kiss me again, and you certainly won’t ever get to enjoy any of this.”

And with that, I whipped bursa anal yapan escort off the t-shirt and shorts I was wearing to reveal my naked body. I rarely wear panties and have fairly small breasts, so a bra is not always called for.

I stared into her dark eyes, daring her to walk away. But she didn’t. She shed a few tears, and her lips quivered, but she sat down and when she did, I stood before her, legs spread, my neatly trimmed bush at her eye level.

“I know what you want, Azar, what you crave. You’ve been letting me push you around for weeks because you want to please me, and so now you can. But before you do, you must pledge your loyalty. You must swear to be my loyal, lesbian pet, willing to do whatever, and I mean whatever, I say. Make your decision.”

Our eyes were locked as I spoke and despite the obvious conflict being waged between her desire and her upbringing, I knew what would happen. And sure enough, after a minute or so, she fell to her knees and swore she would be my pet.

“Please, let me pleasure you. I will be your willing slave,” she whispered up at me.

In my brief career as a lesbian mistress, I’d already noticed that oftentimes, new pets have their submission speech ready to go, because they’ve been fantasizing about that moment of surrender for years. Azar’s wasn’t great, but she delivered it with confidence and certainty. When she was done, I just smiled, put my hand on her head, and guided her to my soaking pussy. We spent the whole night in my bed, ignoring my two drunken roomies when they came in later, both in the company of equally drunk boys. If those guys had only known what was going on behind my closed door, they might have abandoned their one-night stands and listened at my keyhole all night long.

Ever since, Azar has been an occasional but steady fuck, someone I can summon when I’m feeling horny but don’t have the energy to go out to the bars and pick someone up or let myself be picked up. To her credit, she comes whenever she’s called, is always very enthusiastic and obeys every order, although on occasion not as quickly or as thoroughly as I’d like. But I suspect that’s because Azar enjoys a good punishment – all true submissive do – which of course I’m happy to provide.

My approach to being a mistress is to push my pets to engage in activities I know they yearn to experience but lack the courage to do so. So I made it my mission to expand Azar’s sexual horizons, which I did. On her own, she’d have never thought to join me in a gangbang with that intramural basketball team, or been willing to seduce our obviously lesbian teaching assistant at semester’s end. So really, I’ve been good for her. She no longer runs the risk of looking back at her time in college and having to wonder what might have been.

And that night, as she always does, she showed her appreciation. After a fast, hard tongue lashing of my sex, which brought me to a very nice orgasm, we retreated to the bedroom where I had Azar put on the strap-on and lie down. I then rode her for a good twenty minutes before I came again. She’s so well trained now that she pinched and sucked on my nipples without any encouragement from me. As a reward, I belted on the strap-on and gave her a hard fucking as well, which, judging by her passionate cries, she seemed to enjoy. Another session of cunninlingus followed and then a cool down period of long, leisurely but passionate kisses and soft stroking of naked flesh before we drifted off to sleep.

The following morning, after waking me up with several minutes of soft, gentle pussy licking leading to a pleasantly subdued orgasm, Azar dressed and headed back to her apartment while I showered and got ready. I was just extracting my keys from my purse when I saw the card Eileen Wilhoit had given me. I held it in my hand, gazing at it like it was some sort of coded message that, if I could just decipher it, would lead me to a treasure of immeasurable riches. Really I was just trying to come up with a good excuse for calling her. But nothing came and I headed to class.

I considered the problem off and on throughout the week, and thinking about her kept me in a heightened state of arousal that I eased by two visits from Azar and a quick fuck in the office of my freshman year English lit professor. He and I had, needless to say, hit it off right from the beginning and he became the first but hardly the only professor I fucked during my time at school.

By Thursday afternoon, I was growing increasingly frustrated by my inability to come up with a really good reason to contact Eileen Wilhoit. It would be lame to call just to tell her again how much I enjoyed the lecture. Somehow, I knew she would lose respect for me if I didn’t have a reasonable justification for reaching out to her. I was sitting out on our balcony, sharing a very long, fat joint with my roommate, Belle, when the problem solved itself. I had just released a lungful of smoke and handed the blunt to Belle, a chubby redhead with a fetish for muscular black guys, when my cell phone rang. Looking down, I at first didn’t recognize the number, but then realized it was the same one on Eileen Wilhoit’s card.

My stomach did a nervous flip and I stepped into the apartment, sliding the balcony door closed behind me, before answering.

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