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THE NAKED SWIMMER INTERVIEW

This is a rough draft. This is not the article as submitted to VFM magazine—however it is my original draft with all the extraneous details I normally wouldn’t include in a magazine article. However, I felt that I am on to an amazing story here and I want a record of every thought and note taken down during this interview, as I believe it will be worthwhile in the future.

Kelly Sanford

*

As I approached the home of “The Naked Swimmer” I began to see the heart of my story before ever meeting my subject. A small suburban home in small suburbia. This place conjures images of Norman Rockwell, Beaver Cleaver, and what I have always referred to as the American Daydream i.e., a nice place, but not too nice.

Granted I am a big city-girl and I have always been surrounded by people who look down on the suburban lifestyle, but it has always held a warm place in my heart as the kind of area I wish I had growing up and could retreat to now.

These are nice people living nice lives.

All the better for my story, for behind the doors of one of these many similarly styled homes lives a young man who has been exposed to the world—and I mean that literally—he has appeared completely nude in public many times!

Now what’s so interesting about a naked man in public you ask? Well, the fact that he is probably the most shy male I have ever met and that he has laid bare his entire body for the simple-yet-complicated love of a girl—that’s what makes this story so interesting. I am not talking about a perverted frat boy that likes pulling it out for shock value, but a nice, bashful, good-natured young man, who, in an effort to understand what female objectification is all about, bared his nude body to the world.

Just search “The Naked Swimmer” online and you will find several videos that will explain the whole thing. The swim-meet, the Autism Charity fund raising, helping a local photographer start up her website (by the way, her site has had to undergo several new servers in order to keep up with the internet traffic coming her way once word got out about this man’s appearance.)

This is where my story lies. It’s not a big deal that a guy has exposed himself in public—as many women know, all too often any guy will be glad to show his manhood and it is usually more of a problem getting guys to keep it in their pants. Where this man is different is in his humility, I believe, and in the chivalrous reasons that he decided to drop trough.

I knocked on his door and his mother answered, yes, ladies, he still lives at home with mom. I should mention that he is only 18 years old and recently graduated high school, he plans to go to college soon—when he can earn enough money, that is, and in this economy it may be awhile before that happens.

As soon as the door opened I met his lovely mother, a woman of grace, courtesy and with a kindness in her eyes. This wonderful woman raised Mark a.k.a. The Naked Swimmer and his older sister (whom I have not met), but I understand she too, has been a strong influence on his life.

Influential women raise strong men. I very much believe that.

Then I met him.

Of course I had watched all the Internet videos of this young man, and looked over all of his nude photos online (for research, of course!) but I was not prepared for what I saw. He is very attractive in the most ordinary way. He is not the cover of a romance novel, but by every means he is the epitome of the kind of boy a bored housewife lusts after while he mows her lawn or cleans her pool.

He is strong and tall, with the same kindness in his eyes as his mother and with the personality of a boy caught in the very middle of becoming a man. He was dressed casually, but nicer than most boys in his age group—I feel like he was dressed for the interview (a custom I wish more of my interviewees would endure).

He asked where I would like to do the interview and I suggested near the pool—it seemed appropriate.

We sat by the pool and made some small talk while I set up. He is a very polite and considerate young man, but I could see the rosy spots on his cheeks and realized he may be doing this interview with great trepidation. I tried to get him to relax as best I could, but soon saw that this was useless so I began:

KELLY: That first time . . . you jump off the diving board and hit the water. Next thing you come out of the water nude pretending, as we later learn, not to realize you’re naked. I want to know what happened while you were underwater. What did you feel? What were you thinking?

NS: I felt nervous. I felt like my own skin was going to rip off and run away from me. But it wasn’t in that exact moment that I knew what I was going to do. I think I made my decision the night before—without realizing it, of course—but as I was in bed I just kept seeing Jill’s face over and over telling me that I didn’t understand what it was like to be exposed like she had been and to be seen as an object. And, I guess I just figured, I’d do it too and tecavüz porno then we’d both know. It would be something we would both understand and share . . . together.

KELLY: I noticed during that video, which I watched several times from quite a few different angles (he blushes—a lot!) that you became quite excited, was the experience sexual for you?

NS: No, it was humiliating. I don’t know how to explain it because whenever someone feels vulnerable they always say they felt exposed or naked, so then how do you describe feeling vulnerable BECAUSE you are exposed and naked!

KELLY: Understood, but the erection?

His eyes dart around for anything to focus on.

NS: I’m a guy. It doesn’t take much.

KELLY: But I watched the video extensively and I must say you didn’t become hard until about halfway through. It seemed like you, or should I say—IT, reacted to the crowd reacting to your nudity. Is that fair?

NS: I don’t . . .

(His face lights up like a Christmas tree.)

KELLY: I suppose one would argue that with the forethought that you were going to stand naked in front of this crowd that there were, at least on some level, a touch of eroticism to this act. Do you enjoy showing your penis?

NS: No. Not at all! I’m not an exhibitionist at all.

KELLY: And yet you’re smiling!

(We both laugh.)

KELLY: Okay, I’ll let you off the hook, for now. Tell me about your girlfriend.

(His eyes light up brighter than his face this time.)

NS: She is the most fantastic girl I have ever known. I’ve been in love with her for as long as I can remember. She is smart, funny, nice, interesting . . .

KELLY: Beautiful?

NS: Gorgeous!

KELLY: I notice you didn’t say beautiful or sexy first. Most guys begin with how a woman looks not how she is.

(He looks like he got the wrong answer on a game show.)

KELLY: I’m not saying that as criticism, I think that’s lovely. I think it speaks to your character that you did that. I get the sense that you respect women.

NS: Sure. More than anything.

KELLY: Why? What do you like about women?

NS: Everything. Women are . . . they are the most spectacular things on the planet. To have the softness and gentleness they have as well as the pure strength—strength of character, I mean . . . there’s just nothing better than a woman. Not all of them, of course, some are horrible. But a REAL woman, you know . . . kind, gentle, sweet, innocent, strong, smart, caring, tough, the will they have. I think their soft cuddliness is equaled by their pure strength of will.

KELLY: You like strong women?

NS: Well, I don’t want some weight-lifting chick to beat me up or anything, when I say ‘strong’ I’m talking about character not physical strength and certainly not the “I am woman” crap, but the REAL thing, you know, REAL women.

KELLY: I suppose you have your mom to thank for that?

NS: My mom is the best!

KELLY: How did you feel knowing that she would see you naked? Are you an open family? When was the last time your mom saw your nude body?

NS: I think I was more embarrassed by her and my sister seeing me than anyone else. No, we are not an open family, at least not that way anyway. Before the swim meet I don’t think she had seen me naked since I was really young. As you probably figured out, I am kind of shy. I used to leave my shirt on when we went swimming at the beach or pool. I always got dressed in the bathroom after my shower because I was afraid of being seen with only a towel on!

KELLY: But you were on the swim team! How did that come up?

NS: I like swimming, I love water. I hesitated to join the team for years because I didn’t have the courage to wear a speedo in front of people. It took every ounce of willpower I had that first day I had to get up on the board in only a speedo in front of everyone. I actually asked my mom not to attend the meets because I was shy being seen with that little amount of clothing on. But, of course, she said I was being stupid and she never missed a meet.

KELLY: Are you ashamed of your body?

NS: No. I’m just really uncomfortable with baring it for some reason.

KELLY: Do you masturbate a lot?

(He sat there stunned like a deer in headlights, his face on fire yet again.)

KELLY: The reason I ask is because I believe that often when a man masturbates extensively, he tends to sexualize everything and perhaps you view taking your shirt off as a sexual act, rather than just taking your shirt off. You have been raised in a household of women, after all, where taking ones shirt off is verboten, and so perhaps you internalized that?

NS: Maybe. But I don’t think I . . . you know . . . take care of things, more than anyone else. I am 18, I mean . . . you know . . . I’m 18!

KELLY: So you do it A LOT!

(We both laugh.)

NS: I think I do it the normal amount of time.

(I couldn’t help but notice; as he tried to evade the word masturbation, he allowed his eyes to look right travesti porno at my breasts.)

KELLY: So what did your mom say to you after the meet?

NS: I avoided her as long as I could. But she was cool with it; she said it happened and we should try to forget it. And that I shouldn’t let it bother me. She was very Mom-like.

KELLY: She didn’t know you did it on purpose?

NS: Not then no. I was hoping to just keep that a secret for the rest of my life.

KELLY: Well it seems in your life there are very few secrets!

NS: It would seem that way, yes.

KELLY: Now the second time you to came to bare yourself in front of a crowd was at a fair? How did that come about?

NS: Jill was trying to raise money for Autism and we weren’t doing well enough. Some women that were there seemed to know I was the so-called ‘Naked Swimmer’ and I figured it was a good way to raise money. So I did it.

KELLY: I have seen several photos taken that night too, many people have posted the shots online (I produced several copies I had made and laid them out before him—pictures of him standing among the crowd with his penis at full attention) and I see you have quite a hard-on in all of them.

(His face blushed again, but this time I saw defiance in him. His eyes stayed on mine and his smile broadened.)

NS: Yes, I do.

KELLY: It’s quite lovely.

(I looked down as his nude photos and examined them there while he watched me. I must confess I found this boy to be very attractive and I couldn’t help but play with him a little!)

(When I looked back up at him his was looking into my eyes with a devilish grin.)

NS: Thank you. I have come to realize that women like looking at naked men as much as men like looking at women.

KELLY: That is true.

NS: I also believe that women are much more aggressive with a naked guy than a man would ever be with a naked woman—at least in a similar situation.

KELLY: Why do you think that is?

NS: I don’t know—safety in numbers? Maybe because women have the upper hand, or because they are more in control of their bodies. You can sit there and be aroused by looking at a naked penis . . .

(He makes strong eye contact at the word penis, although his blushing face betrays him, I see the person who gets nude in public underneath.)

NS: . . . but there are no obvious signs . . .

KELLY: On the other hand, you can’t hide your arousal!

(I say as my eyes look down at his crotch. He adjusts in his seat realizing he just gave himself away and the man returns to a boy.)

KELLY: You said women have the upper hand, what did you mean?

NS: Women control us with their every move. Everything a guy does he does to please women, to be accepted by them.

KELLY: You don’t think women do the same for men?

NS: To an extent, sure. But in the old days a caveman saw a girl he liked bending over at the waterhole and he took what he wanted. Now, a guy has to jump through hoops just to get a girl to look at him. I just think there has been a shift in how men and women act.

KELLY: You are wise beyond your years.

NS: If it were my sister that was exposed at a swim meet it would have been like a funeral around here, but because it was me it was a comedy act. I’m not complaining about that, but it’s just how it is. A woman’s body is beautiful a man’s body is—funny apparently!

KELLY: It can be beautiful too. Just look at these pictures of you. (I lay the posed photographs from Amy’s Photography out in front of him.) There is real beauty there. The penis is an amazing thing. It’s strong, mighty. Look at your penis! Just look at it. It’s beautiful!

NS: I like it don’t get me wrong. It’s one of my favorite things!

KELLY: And you like showing it to women. Admit it.

NS: I can’t.

KELLY: Why?

NS: Because it’s not really true. It’s embarrassing. You have nude photos of me sitting on the table in front of us. You keep looking at pictures of my penis, my balls, and my butt-—every part of naked body, and it’s humiliating.

KELLY: From the bulge in your pants it doesn’t look like you are humiliated. You look very aroused. That throbbing cock of yours is screaming to come out right now isn’t it?

(He backed down and I knew I had gone too far.)

KELLY: Okay, let’s stop for a minute. I’m sorry, that wasn’t very professional of me.

(We tried to compose ourselves. I think, it was my turn to blush)

KELLY: I’m sorry. I have to admit I have been baiting you a little trying to see if that shyness thing was an angle or not. And, since you have been very straightforward with me I will be honest with you; I find you to be quite adorable. Looking at photos of your bare body is very arousing and looking at them in front of you is even more stimulating than I would have thought.

(To my surprise he didn’t ask me to leave, but instead he became the interviewer.)

NS: You are aroused at looking at me naked in the pictures?

KELLY: Yes.

NS: xhamster porno But how would you feel if it were I looking at naked pictures of you?

KELLY: I would be very uncomfortable. Feeling very exposed. But be honest, haven’t you been picturing me naked since we sat down?

He hesitates then humbly replies.

NS: Yes.

KELLY: When you look at women you look at their bodies. You wonder what they look like naked. This has been the case since people started wearing clothes. I’ve always believed that men invented clothing so they could try to get women to take them off! Now it’s our turn. Things have shifted as you said there has been a revolution and it’s time men started accepting that we wonder what they look like naked as well.

NS: But from what I understand women don’t think about sex all the time like we do. I look at a woman and I picture her naked, yes, but do you really look at all guys and wonder what they have going on underneath?

KELLY: Not all guys, no. But some. (I pick up a fan favorite from Amy’s Photography and study it. It shows him standing before a faceless girl in a lake completely naked with his erect penis standing tall and proud, he is wet, his skin is shining in the bright sunlight. His testicles hang low—full of masculine lust brimming to burst forth.) I think this picture expresses men in their most naked form—if you will pardon the pun. It shows a man as he truly is, proud, strong, vibrant, sexual, predatory, and yet there is also humanity, humility, a youthful shyness and I think that’s the key. You, unlike many other men, have humility about your body, about your masculinity. You don’t realize what you have there and that is very attractive to a woman.

(He considers this and we look into one another for a long moment.)

KELLY: I would love to have sex with a guy like you.

(Completely unprofessional! But I must confess I was overcome with a desire to throw him on the ground strip him nude and take him into me! I am not sure if I will included this part in the published article, but it’s the absolute truth!)

KELLY: That is to say WOMEN would love to have sex with a guy like you. The penis can be a beautiful thing, but it is more beautiful depending on whom it is attached to. When an exquisite penis is on an exquisite man it is a very lustful, visceral thing.

(There is another long pause between us.)

NS: I’m not sure what to say about all that!

(He laughs nervously. I try to get this interview back on track—I have been very naughty and I know it, there is just something about this boy!)

KELLY: Before you told me your Mom is a huge influence on you, do you mind if we bring her in here to talk?

(He is hesitant, but agrees. His Mother sits with us by the pool and we chat to warm up a little. Once we feel a little comfortable I begin.)

KELLY: So tell me about the swim meet. You are watching your son compete in a dive contest and next thing you know he pulls himself out of the water and there he is in all his glory! What went through your mind?

MOM: I was devastated for him. It took a minute for me to realize what I was looking at! You know—you kind of go into shock. He didn’t seem to notice he was naked and I was overcome with the need to run down there and cover him and take him home—but I fought it. I think that would have been even more humiliating for him! That’s all he needed was Mommy running down there to save him!

KELLY: Later he confessed that he exposed himself on purpose—then what did you think?

MOM: Shock. Again I was shocked, but when he explained why he did it I understood and I think I felt more proud of him than I had ever been before. It was quite a moment!

KELLY: Then he stripped buck naked in front of a crowd to raise money. Again you were present. I wonder what goes through a Mother’s mind when she watches her only son strip nude before a crowd?

MOM: Well, I . . . uh . . . again, he did it for a good cause, it’s not like it was a perverted act, or anything. He was just going to be naked; it wasn’t sexual. I trust him. When he announced he would take his clothes off I was terrified FOR him, but he seemed confident and he believed in what he was doing, so I supported him.

NS: Let’s face it, Mom, you did more than support it!

MOM: What do you mean?

NS: You could have stopped it. You could have told everyone that you wouldn’t let me do it and sent everyone home but instead, you said . . . what was it?

(She smiles and blushes just like her son.)

MOM: I said you should do it.

NS: No, you said ‘Let’s raise some cash and strip this boy naked’!

(We all laugh.)

MOM: Well I was caught up in the moment. But I had faith in you . . .

NS: ‘Let’s raise some cash . . . and . . . STRIP THIS BOY NAKED!’

MOM: Well, I just . . .

NS: Your only son . . .

MOM: It’s not like . . .

NS: ‘STRIP THIS BOY NAKED!’

MOM: It was your idea, Pal!

NS: I’m just saying, you could have bailed me out, but instead you made me take all my clothes off in front of one hundred screaming women.

MOM: It was for charity! At some point the Mama bird has to let her babies fly out of the nest and that was our moment. You flew and became a man in that moment and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

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Lisa moaned heavily as Alex kissed at her neck, tilting her head back against the wall as she felt his hands grip her tighter. The elevator only had a little way to go to reach her floor, but he couldn’t wait, pinning her against the wall as soon as the doors closed, their stealthy retreat together from the reception hall forgotten as soon as they could more properly explore one another. The impact had been forceful, but welcome, Lisa enjoying the way he tussled her hair and threw her glasses askew.

It was what felt like the thousandth wedding Lisa had been to in recent years, another sorority sister getting married and coming back to town for the ceremony. For whatever reason, she always said yes, even as it stopped being the weddings of senior sisters she’d looked up to and those of girls she’d only briefly known her last year. Somewhere in the middle, it had been her closest friends, and she’d been part of many a bridal party. Always a bridesmaid, never a bride…

Now not even bridesmaid. Just an old friend — hell, acquaintance — meant to fill out a seat and maybe send a gift. The process had grown sadder over the years, a reminder of what she didn’t have yet, but the promise of an open bar and single suitors always brought her back.

The former always led to the latter; the more drinks she got in her system, the more Lisa loosened up, the more talkative with the other randoms at the singles table she became. Almost always, she let the night turn amorous, an excuse to forget her own sad life and recapture the thrill of a college fling.

So it had been with Alex. First, the small talk — “I’m in food services, what about you?” — then the flirtier comments, whispered jokes about their mutual acquaintances, light touches. When the Cha Cha Slide came on, it was an excuse to drag the less dance-inclined onto the floor, then keep them there for a slow song.

More often than not, it was purely physical, an excuse to have a hot guy who looked hotter in a suit take her to her room or his and screw her brains out. Tonight, there was definitely that, but she found Alex genuinely interesting beyond that. He was hot, make no mistake, but he was also funny, shared her interests, and was smart enough to ask her to dance as soon as the dance floor opened up. No Cha Cha Slide required.

All that really changed, though, was how turned on Lisa was. Early on, those sorts of gestures might’ve actually gotten her heart, but she’d been left alone the following morning enough times to know it was always an act. The guys she met at these things, however nice, were from out of town, or not really looking for anything serious, or had been swept up by the romance of the night. So she’d allow herself the fantasy of something more with Alex because it would intensify her own pleasure, but she’d forget all about it when the sun came up.

She had no doubt he would.

Of course, Lisa was fully lost in the fantasy by the time they reached her room, and she enjoyed the playful way he chased her down the hall, how he made out with her against the door, and the fact that he carried her across the threshold and placed her gently on the bed. They continued to make out, hands exploring each other’s body, until Lisa felt Alex’s hand slipping up the skirt of her dress and she realized she was done with foreplay.

“Zipper’s in the back,” Lisa whispered into his ear, pushing him back far enough so that she could roll over underneath him. She pressed her ass into his crotch and wiggled, tossing her short brown hair aside so she could smirk back at him as she did. He grinned back, tracing a finger along her shoulder and down her exposed back until he reached the zipper at the top of the black dress she was wearing. He slowly opened her up until her entire back was exposed, save for the black material of her strapless bra.

She expected him to go wild at that point, but instead, his hands found her shoulders again, slowly massaging her. Lisa was moaning again now, pleasure mixed with relief. Alex knew what he was doing, knew exactly how to touch her as his hands went from her shoulders to her spine, to her lower back, to her hips…

…to her ass.

“Mmm, couldn’t wait forever, huh?” Lisa giggled, still enjoying the feel of his hands on her. He was inside the dress, squeezing her cheeks through the lacy material of her panties. She slowly crawled forward, allowing her ass to come fully out of the dress as he continued to feel her up. He stopped long enough to help fully remove the dress before moving forward again. She felt his crotch against her ass tecavüz porno once more, only this time the firm length of his erection was pressed between her cheeks. Lisa pushed back, lifting her hips off the bed and grinding herself against Alex’s dick as best she could.

“I think I waited a good long while,” Alex replied, now grinding back in equal measure. “It was a long ceremony.”

“Too long,” Lisa agreed, focused on the erection so close to her holes. “So why don’t we cut it with the teasing and you get naked?”

“Sounds good,” Alex said, Lisa biting the inside of her lip as she felt him pull away from her. She rolled around and watched Alex as he stripped, revealing his smooth, chiseled chest, his slightly hairy thighs, and, with the removal of his underwear, his thick, solid-sized member. Lisa gave him a naughty smirk as he stood before her, slowly removing her bra and revealing her breasts. They were 32c, sizable, but not too big, with hard brown nipples at the end. She was proud of her tits, and the look on Alex’s face told her she had every reason to be.

Still, he made no move forward.

“What are you waiting for?”

“Hey, I’m fully naked,” Alex said matter-of-factly. “I think you should be, too.”

Lisa’s smile spread, and she kept her eyes locked on his as she scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up. She was about a head shorter than him, so she continued to look up as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and shimmied out of them. She bent just enough to get them loose before letting them fall the rest of the way down her legs. Pointedly, she removed her glasses, smirking as she put them on the nightstand. “There, all even.”

Alex’s arm slipped around her waist, pulling Lisa into another make-out session. This one was more urgent and desperate, their tongues exploring one another. The feel of their skin pressed together was electric, particularly the hard stretch of his erection pressed against her thigh, her nipples rubbing against his chest. His hand rested in the small of her back, holding her tight against him as they kissed, and she couldn’t help but rock her hips, squeezing his dick between them.

“Lay down,” Alex said breathlessly between kisses. Lisa pressed her thigh hard against his erection one last time before stepping back and dropping onto the bed. She laid back, expecting him to quickly be on top of her; instead, he dropped to his knees and spread hers.

“Oh,” Lisa said, scooting closer to the edge of the bed as Alex, smiling, began to kiss a trail up her thighs. She imagined the sight before him, how she was already wet and spread, and the way his eyes were focused on her lower lips only increased the heat building inside of her. Then she stopped watching, her eyes shutting as she felt his fingers dip inside of her. “Oh, god…”

Alex started with gentle probing, two fingers up and down her slit, his pointer swirling around her clit every time he reached the top. Then, he dipped further inside of her, his finger wriggling slightly as he slid deeper. Lisa’s breathing sped up as he started pumping into her with his two fingers, and she let out a gasp as his tongue began to lick at her clit. She wrapped her legs around his head, a hand in his hair as she rocked her pussy against his face. It had been a long time since someone had eaten her out, let alone as good as Alex was. She allowed herself to get lost in the pleasure of his touch, the curling of his fingers inside her, the feel of his tongue and lips suckling at her… at her…

“Shit!” Lisa gasped, only realizing she’d lifted her body up as the rush of an orgasm knocked her flat on her back. Her legs tightened around Alex’s face, and he pushed the rocking vibrations of pleasure further by continuing to devour her, picking up speed where most guys would pull away. Her whole body shook with the continuing pleasure, and before long, she felt it building again, and she was far less demure about her enthusiasm this time.

“Fuck yes, Alex, keep going!” she cried, fully grinding against his face now, a task aided by the way his free arm was wrapped around and supporting her leg. Lisa tweaked her nipples hard as she rode his face, the sensitive nubs sending additional shockwaves through her body as her second orgasm built and built. “Eat that pussy, you’re so good at it, make me moan. Fuck! Make me… Alex, suck… suck my… FUCK!”

This time, Lisa fully lost control, her body pitching hard to the side as white-hot energy exploded from her core and flooded her body. Her legs thrashed travesti porno wildly as she felt herself rapidly contract and expand, the feeling inside her riding long and hard. The bliss she felt was insanely intense, and she allowed herself to enjoy it for as long as possible, basking in it even as the feeling retracted.

She didn’t wait too long, though; once she’d recovered, her body was ready for more, and she now had a favor to return. She rolled off the bed and pulled Alex to his feet, sloppily making out with him and tasting herself on his lips. His face was a wet mess, and that reminder of how hard he’d gone on her only pushed her desire to please him further. Lisa pulled away, burning gaze locked with Alex’s as she slowly dropped to her knees before him. She dragged it out literally as well as figuratively, making sure her breasts ran the full length of his chest and even across his rigid dick before she finally settled before him. Their eyes were still locked as she took his cock in her hand and began stroking it, lightly tickling his balls with her free fingers. Then, she gave the head a kiss and let her tongue dart out, swirling around the swollen bulb.

“Mmm, you’re good,” Alex sighed, watching Lisa intently as she began to bob her head up and down on his member. One hand pumped his base in time with her swallows, the other began to intensify her attention to his nuts. Alex’s moans egged her on, Lisa pushing herself further down onto his dick with each pump. His girth was a bit more than she was used to, but the challenge of it added to her arousal; once she was taking enough of him, she let go of his dick and used her hand to tease her clit. As she finally took him fully into her throat, nose rested against his pubic hair, Lisa felt a sense of satisfaction, and it was clear from the way Alex had tensed he felt something similar.

“GUH, you don’t have to so gentle,” Lisa said, gasping for air as she pulled off of him. She started jerking him again as she spoke, her spit making a slick noise as she did so. “I can take it a little rougher.”

“If you’re sure,” Alex said, his voice low as she took him back into her mouth. As he began to thrust into her mouth, Lisa moaned, enjoying the sensation of control being lost. It intensified as she felt Alex’s hand come to rest in her hair, holding her in place as he began to push himself deeper into her willing throat.

Lisa closed her eyes, losing herself in the rhythmic thrust of Alex’s dick. She loved the feeling of being used, and while Alex wasn’t the roughest lover she’d ever been with, it was clear he was letting his baser urges get the better of him as he picked up speed. She continued to masturbate as she gagged on him, feeling the spit build in her throat and provide additional lubrication.

God, it felt so good, so right. This is what she needed, to forget that once again she wasn’t the one walking down that aisle. There wasn’t anyone that loved her like that, but there were plenty of guys willing to give her what she needed in other ways. And as Alex’s thrusts became harder, his moans more ragged and guttural, she could feel she was close to getting exactly what she wanted. Lisa buried two fingers deep in her snatch, pushing herself right to the edge before using her other hand to gently, but rapidly, tug at Alex’s nuts. That was all it took to push them both over the edge, Alex crying out “Oh, Lisa!” as he came.

Lisa’s body tensed and pulsed with her own orgasm as she felt Alex’s cock twitch hard and explode in her throat. Hot semen coated her throat, his dick throbbing as he continued to cum. She moaned loudly around him, her own pleasure intensified by the feeling of him inside her, the tight grip of his hand in her hair, the way he kept crying out. She did that for him, and in that moment, she knew he loved her more than any other woman on Earth.

“Shit…” he gasped a moment later, finally stumbling back and removing himself from her throat. A thick mix of spit and cum trailed with him before it disconnected and splattered down onto Lisa’s chest. With a naughty giggle, Lisa gathered the viscous mixture up on her fingers and placed it back in her mouth.

“Enjoy yourself?” Lisa asked, staying on her knees.

“Holy shit, yeah,” Alex said, leaning against the wall. His dick had softened, but it still stood at half-mast, and Lisa could tell he’d be ready to go again before long. “I didn’t really expect that.”

“Glad I could surprise you,” Lisa said, slowly crawling towards him. Once she was back in range, she reached out xhamster porno and began to jerk his semi-erection. “I hope you’ve got at least one more go in you. I need more than fingers to be truly satisfied.”

Alex pulled Lisa onto her feet with surprising force, once again resuming their messy make-out session. If he cared where her mouth had just been, he showed no signs, his tongue wrestling with hers as they stumbled to the bed. Lisa collapsed back as her legs hit the side of the bed, and she leaned forward and took his dick back in her mouth now that she was level with it again; he was plenty hard now.

“God, you don’t quit,” Alex said, not so much complaining as appreciating. He leaned over to the bedside table, grabbing his wallet and fishing out a condom. Lisa continued blowing him right up until he had it out of the wrapper and ready to apply. She watched impatiently as he rolled it on, making sure it was snug and secure on his member. “How do you–“

Alex didn’t get a chance to finish his question, Lisa pulling him onto the bed next to her. He landed with a slight bounce, barely recovering before she was on top of him, straddling his hips and holding her body just above his erection. “Just sit back and relax, baby. I’m in the mood for a ride.”

“Whatever you say, Lis-ahhh,” Alex moaned as Lisa grabbed his dick and guided it into her. With one smooth motion, he was inside of her, and Lisa let out a deep sigh at the full sensation of Alex’s dick stretching her walls. For a moment, she just sat there, hands on Alex’s chest as she stared into his eyes and smiled. He smiled back, that dopey, excited smile of a guy happy to be getting laid, and for a split-second, it was her turn to feel love for this basic stranger.

But then, the fantasy passed, and she was left with just the yearning feeling inside that told her to start bouncing. So she leaned forward, kissing Alex deeply as she began to fuck herself on his rigid member. It wasn’t love, but fuck, it felt good, the size of him, the haphazard way he met her bounces, the tight grip he soon had on her hips. She went faster, the sound of their flesh slapping together growing louder. She was all but twerking on his dick, and she imagined the sight of how she was jiggling on top of him would make him nut instantly. The way he was groaning into her mouth made it clear he wouldn’t last longer either way.

And neither would she, not with how fantastic it felt being fucked by his big, hard cock. There was nothing like it, a moment of pure release where she could forget her life, how alone she was. It was all about the dick, the pleasure it brought, the way it pounded into her again and again… and… again…

“FUUCCKK!!” Lisa cried out, her fourth, and largest, orgasm of the night tearing through her body. She collapsed into Alex’s chest, gripping him close as her entire body shook. Lights flashed behind her eyes, and for a moment, she was all pleasure and pure energy, the tension inside her released in a rush of joy and sex.

“God, yes!” Alex cried, arms wrapping around Lisa as he thrust up into her one last time and came. Lisa rode another mini-wave of pleasure as she felt his load dump into the condom, not to mention the way he held her close. After a moment, though, his grip released and he pulled out of her. Not wanting to seem too attached, Lisa rolled off of him, collapsing heavily onto the bed.

“That was… wow.”

“Yeah, it was,” Alex said, placing a hand on her hip. “I’m glad Tatjana sat us at the same table.”

“Definitely,” Lisa said, waiting to see what would happen next. At this point, he’d either have it in him to go one more time… or he’d just go. Of course, the latter was inevitable, but maybe she could get at least a little more fun out of the night.

As Alex rolled onto his side to face her, the smile on his face told her all she needed to know. She smiled, kissing him deeply again. The fantasy could go on a little longer after all.

*****

Lisa awoke late the next day, the groggy feeling in her head making her happy she’d paid for a late checkout. Glancing at her phone, she saw she still had a couple of hours, and she saw no point in rushing to get home.

Turning over, she was surprised to find someone else who hadn’t rushed to get going.

“Hey,” Alex said, a sleepy smile on his face.

“Oh,” Lisa said, suddenly a bit more awake at the sight. “Hey. I didn’t… I figured you’d be gone.”

“Well, I was going to head out, but… I realized I hadn’t gotten your number.”

“Oh.” Lisa was surprised again. “You really want it?”

“How else am I going to call and ask you out?” Alex asked, his smile a bit more genuine. “If you’re cool with that.”

It was Lisa’s turn to smile now, and she leaned forward and gave Alex a kiss far gentler than any of the ones from last night. “Absolutely.”

THE END

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I just turned thirty and made partner at my firm. I have two great kids and a wonderful wife who I started dating when we were in high school. We went to different universities and then she went on to get a Masters and I went to law school.

Obviously we have both dreamt of all the material luxuries that accompany our new combined salaries, but the first thing we did was hire a maid. Sounds weird but oh how nice it is to sleep in on the weekends and have someone else make breakfast, clean the dishes, wash and fold the clothes, etc. etc.

My best friend is married to a Hispanic woman, and they have three children. Their maid told them that her niece in El Salvador wanted to come to the US but needed to find a job first. She thought of us.

I wanted first to ensure that she was coming to the states legally, and then get some letters of recommendation in order to get a feeling for her. Seeing as how she was going to be a live-in, we had to be careful whom we brought into the house. My friend’s maid said not to worry, that she had known this girl since she was born, and that she would be fully responsible for her actions. Plus, she assured me her niece had a valid US visa.

With that, we agreed on paying her $1000 month for the first three months to see if it worked out or not. The aunt agreed.

Two weeks later there was the aunt knocking on our door with Giselle at her side. No beauty queen, but not bad either. She was about 5’4″, black hair, medium sized breasts and thin. Average face, tan complexion, and I calculated her to be around 20 years old.

We spoke for a while in her very broken English, we introduced her to the kids who took to her very well, showed her around the house, and then took her down to the basement room we had set up for her with her own bath.

The aunt left, and there we were with another person living under our roof.

The first weeks were strange. It’s bizarre having somebody do all your chores. The cooking had to be worked on a little but all in all she adjusted quite well.

Of course, having another female in the house caught my attention on several occasions. It turns out she had a fantastic body. Her ass was nice and appeared to be very tight, she had nice legs and a slender waist. She was always very friendly and each day appeared to feel more and more at home in her new surroundings.

Kate and I had agreed that Sundays and Mondays would be Giselle’s days off. Consequently, on Sundays when I would be sipping on my coffee I would catch a glimpse of her in the kitchen in some very short shorts. Reaching up to the cupboards her t-shirt would ride up her torso and her legs and ass would flex something fierce. Unfortunately, the first time this happened she caught me red-handed staring straight at her ass.

I blushed and pretended to be reading the paper but she knew. This went on for several weekends in a row and progressed in ways that made me feel increasingly uncomfortable. When June rolled around, on one Sunday we had gone out to lunch but returned earlier than usual because Kate fell ill. We pulled into the garage and Kate went up stairs to bed and the kids to change into their swimsuits. When I looked outside, there was Giselle lying on her stomach completely naked on one of the chaise lounge chairs. She was all oiled up and had the portable radio blaring next to her. I assume her legs were spread wide so she could tan her inner thighs and her butt was slightly raised, for what, I don’t know.

In order not to embarrass her too much, I decided to knock on the den window that looked out to were she was. Unfortunately the music was so loud she didn’t hear me, so I went tecavüz porno outside and called out to her. Nothing. Of course, as I drew closer, I couldn’t help but admire that fabulous ass of hers. It was perfectly rounded and standing out proud. No stretch marks anywhere, and everything was exactly where it should be. Youth.

Finally I was about ten feet away and yelled out again. She jumped and in that specific moment I caught a glimpse of two very beautiful tits. I would say about 34 C, nice and very firm, with nice size areolas, maybe a 1 ½” to 2″ in diameter. Anyway, she was completely startled. Instinctively she grabbed the towel off the chair and covered herself up, and started excusing herself profusely in that awful English, but, I didn’t know if it was the circumstances, the giddiness, the nerves or what, but she was giggling.

I also apologized for startling her and explained that I knocked on the window and called out her name from the door but that the radio was way too loud. She turned around and bent over to shout the radio off while trying to also cover backside, and at that precise moment the kids ran in and jumped in the pool.

I retired to the den with visions of that incredible oiled up ass on my mind.

Another week passed and my wife was leaving with her sister and her sister’s kids for a week in Cape Cod. She left on Saturday morning and there I found myself all alone with little 19-year-old Giselle.

Saturday was uneventful. I went to the office for a while, hit nine holes at the club after lunch with my good friend, and then headed home. I had my dinner in front of the TV, and that was that. As Giselle picked up the plates and what not, I did notice her much more relaxed. She was barefoot, wearing those infamous short shorts again, and a light t-shirt. I’m no expert, but I could swear she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Anyway, after she washed the dishes I invited her to sit down with me and chat (as best we could). I discovered that she was really just a kid. She had graduated from high school and wanted to work for a year in the states in order send some money to her mom and save up some for college back in El Salvador. Plus, seeing as how she was living with a “gringo” family, her English would improve drastically.

I asked her what she did for fun back home. Dancing, clubbing and bar hopping. Sounded like a typical teen to me. She missed home and especially going out for a beer.

Having said that, I told her to get two out of the fridge and have one with me. She was overjoyed.

“Reeeely Meeester Livingston?”

“Absolutely”

We continued our chat for a while and I noticed this girl could really pound them down. We each had five beers in us and I was already buzzing. I hadn’t drunk beer since I was in college but she on the other hand was just fine.

Eventually we got around to her love life and determined she had no significant other at the present time. We polished off the six-pack each, and then I excused my self to go to bed. I watched TV in my room and then dozed off.

Sunday I woke up at 11:00! I don’t remember the last time that had happened. No one crying, shouting or running around. The house was completely silent.

I went downstairs, poured myself some juice and read the paper, which on Sunday takes me a good two hours.

Afterwards I decided to get some work done. I went to the kitchen, pulled out the bills and started writing checks. When I checked the phone bill, I was surprised to see it was $300 more than it usually was. Upon closer inspection, I saw a whole slew of calls to 1-900 numbers, which Kate and I never call. travesti porno Curiosity got the better of me and I picked up the phone and dialed the number. No, it wasn’t a sex phone line, it was a horoscope line offered in English or Spanish. Had to be Giselle.

I went downstairs to the basement and knocked on her bedroom door. She opened the door a crack and I asked her to come upstairs when she got dressed.

About twenty minutes later she came into the kitchen and I asked her if she had been calling this certain number. She said she had, and asked what was the problem. When I told her that the total of all the calls summed up $300 her face turned white as a ghost.

“Oh my God Meeester Livingston, I had no idea they cost money.”

Poor kid.

Than she started sobbing and begging me not to fire her. Me, being a sucker for a woman crying got up to comfort her and tell her not to worry. We hugged and I patted her back while she continued to beg me not to kick her out.

I continued to reassure her not to worry.

“If you fiiiire me, I have no where to go and my aunt will kill me.”

When she finally understood and believed that I wasn’t going to fire her, she stopped sobbing, got a big smile on her face, and hugged me tighter.

Honestly, the feeling of her firm tits against my chest was doing wonders for me, and unless she had no feeling in her midsection, she had to feel my erection growing under my shorts.

She assured me she would pay me every last penny and didn’t know hot to thank me. However, I swear I don’t know why, but my dick was now harder than I ever recall it being.

I know she sensed this because she started lightly pressing on it. I felt really uncomfortable now because if I pulled away she would certainly see my hard on. Finally, it occurred to me to ask her for a glass of water so she would turn around and then I would go upstairs.

The plan worked great. She turned to get the glass and I practically ran up to my bedroom. Then I heard, “Meeester Livingston, I half your water.”

My hard on was ridiculously evident, I had nowhere to turn, so I decided to get in bed and under the multitude of covers and quilts. Giselle came into the room and placed the water glass on my nightstand and said she knew exactly how to thank me. With that said, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, let her hair down, pulled the short shorts down around her ankles and crawled under the covers naked as she headed to give me the absolute best blow job I have ever had.

I was flabbergasted. This girl took my cock as if it was the last glass of water in the desert. She was awesome.

I yanked the covers off the bed so I could see her. There she was, naked as the day she was born, going for broke. In fact, until that moment, I had never cum when getting a blowjob. I now knew what I had been missing. As I was ready to blow my load I told her to pull away but she would have none of that and kept going and going ‘till I deposited a good amount of semen in her mouth.

When she pulled away and laid next to me, she mentioned how she had loved to do that.

Anyway, I told her that regardless of how fantastic it had been for me, that it was completely unnecessary.

“Oh no Meeester Livingston, it was, eh, very necesario for me. I half not had, eh, sex, in a long time and I need it, you know?”

“Giselle, I don’t know if this is a good idea sweety.”

“You no find me pretty?”

“Of course I find you very pretty, its just that we have a business relationship, you know?”

“I half idea. You do whatever you want to me,” she said as she was stroking my cock xhamster porno and reviving it beautifully, “and you don’t tell señora Kate about the phone calls, ok?”

As my mind started racing about all the things I was going to do this girl, she got on top of me again and this time placed my cock in her opening. The feeling was delightful and the view could not have been better. Her breasts were perfect and her nipples hard. She started getting in to it a lot, and then I decided I better be the one controlling the action so I turned her over, and I got on top.

She was exquisite. Her dark hair against the white pillowcase. Moaning and groaning. Bucking upwards to meet my thrusts. It was great.

Unfortunately the newness of all this was making me not last that long. I decided to pull out and do my specialty.

I started kissing her neck then the underside of her breasts and finally took a nipple into my mouth and lightly nibbled on it. She was loving it!

I did the same to the other nipple while I stroked her lips (lower) and clit.

I worked myself down to her pussy and started out very slowly licking up and down her engorged lips. Then I teased her with pushing my tongue in as far as it would go and then licking all the way up to her clit. For an El Salvadorian girl, she was pretty much a la mode as we say. She had shaved all the hair around her pussy except for a little on top, which was very nicely trimmed.

As I was eating her out, I slipped a finger inside her very wet pussy to see if I could find her g-spot. As I was doing this she said, “Pleeeese Mr. Livingston, put another finger in.”

I did so and attacked her clit with my tongue and lips. She started saying things in Spanish which I didn’t get but I knew she was at the point of no return. Right before her first spasm, I pulled one finger out of her snatch and introduced it into her ass. She bucked, inhaled air, and then bore down on both of my fingers, the one in her front and the one in the back. I could feel her vaginal spasms squeezing my fingers as she came.

After a minute or two she looked over at me and said she wanted me inside her, which I graciously obliged. Just as I was in her and fucking her hard, a little voice inside me said, CONDOM!

Boom! What the hell was I doing. What if this chick gets pregnant. Fuck that, what if she has AIDS? Well, I decided it was too late. I didn’t have any condoms anywhere and I was already inside her to the hilt.

Enjoy.

I then stopped and turned her over on all fours and started banging her from behind. Aside from the fabulous view, her moans and shouts were really turning me on. As I leaned forward to play with her clit, I was pleasantly surprised to feel her hand already there. Consequently, I decided to play with her breasts. I’m proud to say she came before me. I don’t know if it was my fucking or her hand, but whatever it was it worked out great. I continued to pound into her getting closer and closer with each stroke when she looked back towards me and said, “please meeester Livingston, in el culo por favor.”

Ahhhh, my dream come true. My dick was already wet but after I pulled out I smeared some juice on her asshole and then pressed my dick into her.

“Despacio por favor”

After I got the head in I waited for a little while for her to get use to the feeling. In a moment she started slowly pushing back. This continued ‘till I was all the way in. She then started gliding back and forth, back and forth. Eventually, she picked up the pace and obviously felt completely comfortable so I started playing with her clit. She started getting more and more worked up and I just couldn’t handle it anymore and blew my load into her. Nirvana. I fell on top of her and fell asleep.

When I awoke it was dark outside and the room still reeked of sex. Giselle wasn’t there but you can bet your ass I was going to take advantage of every last minute of my family’s vacation.

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One of the coolest things about going camping is the kind of adventures a person can get themselves into when one is unleashed to enjoy the great outdoors.

Sexual experiences are no different. Especially for Cain and Ann as they decide to take a shower, the good old ‘natural’ way.

The cascading waters of the waterfalls weren’t too rough or heavy, which felt luxurious. Even more so with the feel of Cain’s arms wrapped tightly around her. His kisses drifted from Ann’s lips to her chin. He then slowly worked his way to her neck. She arched herself to give him more room to work with.

This encouraged Cain to hold his bride even tighter as his lust began to kick into overdrive. He fed into her almost like a vampire feeding into his prey. Ann’s knees buckled and Cain was quick to assume dominant control over her.

He tore her clothes off, shredding them apart like they were nothing. Somehow, Ann managed to do the same thing with Cain. In no time at all they were completely naked, still relishing the soothing waters beating down on them as well as the each other’s touch.

There was a large rock, almost formed like a chair that caught their eye. Smiling wickedly, Ryshtyan slowly turns around so that her backside was pressing against Cain’s chest. She could feel his erection between their hot bodies and shuddered with anticipation.

Instead of allowing Ann to lean against the rock, Cain held her tight, clasping his hands over her large breasts. He sunk his lips and teeth into the base of his bride’s neck, not wanting to let go.

The feel of lust, pain and excitement made Ryshtyan cry out but she loved every second tecavüz porno of it. She continued the cries as this feeling was no longer isolated to her neck. Cain’s hands were massaging and squeezing her breasts, kneading the soft flesh between his fingertips in such a way that it sent some remarkable surge of energy throughout her body. She found her hands on top of his, pressing his palms even tighter against the rock hard nipples.

With one arm snaking and caressing between Ann’s breasts, Cain lowers his other hand to her pubes and begins to work his fingers over her clit. She arched herself accordingly to make things that much easier for him.

It didn’t take long before Cain inserted two of his fingers as deep inside Ann’s tunnel as he could reach. Again, she cried out, which encouraged Cain to become more aggressive. He silenced her by pressing his mouth over hers with as deep and sensual of a kiss as he could possibly provide. Her response was to kiss him back, with the sounds of muffled moans as she feels herself reach an orgasm.

The thought of pulling his fingers out never even crossed his mind as he continued to work them, exploring deep within Ann as if it were some hunger he just couldn’t control.

Ann’s hands clasped onto Cain’s buttocks, driving her fingertips into the cheeky flesh. This caused him to break the kiss and growl out, matching the noise level of his bride’s cry of ecstasy as she cums again.

Finally he let go of Ann and she is quick to press her hands against the rock, bracing herself for what was about to come next.

Cain began to tease her, rubbing the tip travesti porno of his shaft against the bald pussy from behind. “Are you sure you want it?”

Purring, Ann answers. “I want it.”

“But do you need it?”

“I need it.”

Clasping his hands against Ann’s hips, he presses the tip of his shaft no moe than an inch inside her. “Are you ready?”

Arching herself to take more of him in, she gasps out. “I’m rea…”

Ann screams out the moment Cain drives himself straight into her tunnel in one long, strong thrust. He completely engulfed himself, feeling the tight muscles contract around his sensitive organ as he roughly ground himself all the way to the base of his shaft. This move alone was enough to cause Ryshtyan to explode yet again.

He held himself deep inside until the flow of her juices calmed down. Those tight muscles of hers contracting and expanding made Cain groan. The length and width of his shaft had Ann filled so completely that just the feel of this alone was overwhelming, but in a very, very good way.

When Ann started to get her breathing back down to normal, Cain began to thrust himself. It was a slow steady pace at first, but the mutual need to fulfill the lust kicked in all too quickly.

She was thrusting herself against her husband each time he drove straight back into her. Gasping and crying out, Ann eggs Cain on. “Fuck me like there won’t be a tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” Cain grunts, picking up the pace steadily.

Crying out, Ann answers. “Yes!”

Like a man possessed, Cain rammed in and out of Ann’s tightness as requested; like no tomorrow.

Growling, xhamster porno grunting and crying out, Cain’s voice was just as loud as Ann’s gasps, screams and wails as he pounded into her with wild, reckless abandon.

With the water beating down on them, along with the sweat that was building up between the lovers, steam was actually emerging from their bodies. It formed a thick misty haze around them as Cain continued to drive his wife over the edge. Again and again and again.

Ann could feel her insides taking one hell of a beating, but loved every second of it. Cain’s hands left deep imprints into the flesh of her waist and hips and the impression of his thrusts into her had her ass blood red from the endless pounding of flesh against flesh. Actually, it felt like she was getting a spanking as she could feel herself become swollen and numb, but she didn’t care.

Cain was enjoying this just as much as she was. He used every ounce of fortitude to prevent himself from exploding, but he just couldn’t help himself. Once he reached that plateau, he slammed himself all the way in. Determined to get that much more of his great length inside Ryshtyan’s hot tunnel, both lovers pushed themselves to the limit so that she could milk this moment for all that it was worth.

When he exploded, he did so with such authority that Ann felt herself cum yet again, crying out at the top of her lungs. Even he was doing it. It was like as if they were virgins, experiencing orgasms for the very first times in their lives.

Feeling their strength completely drain from them, Cain was quick to withdraw from Ann as soon as the last drop of his hot cream made it’s mark. The two collapse into each other’s arms and step away from the waterfalls and further into the cave.

They seat themselves to give their knees and legs a break. Within minutes, they pass out, obviously exhausted from their lovemaking efforts.

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The soft breeze that swept barely cool air across the swimming pool and over Leah’s white cotton dress, did nothing to cool her in the late August heat of Baton Rouge, Louisiana, as she read her textbook.

“God, Information Technology for Professionals has to be the most boring book ever written.” She thought.

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Jared, Leah’s boyfriend of five years walked onto the patio carrying the last bag of trash from this afternoon’s bar-be-que. He glanced to make sure that Leah was alright as she studied in the chaise lounge beside the pool and nearly tripped over his own feet. He slowly turned and watched her; she was so very beautiful. As he watched, a bead of sweat grew large enough to trickle down from her brow. He watched the droplet meander across her features, it tracked along the side of her eye, down her soft cheek, turned toward her full lips – lips that he could spend hours kissing, past half-open mouth to her perfectly shaped chin – well she hated her chin, but to him it just like everything else about her – perfect. The bead of sweat hung for just a moment on her chin before throwing itself onto her breast below, the drop landed and he breathed again. When had he started holding his breath? He watched the droplet land and ever so slowly caress her breast as it disappeared into her cleavage.

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“…the purpose of identifying machinery by actual hardware address is…” she read.

“I know you are watching me, Jared,” she thought. “I can feel your eyes on me.”

“…the purpose of identifying machinery by actual hardware address is…” she read again.

“He is so beautiful, I’m sure he standing there in those torn nylon shorts and sandals, with that stupid lusty look on his face. I wonder if I can steal a quick look at him without him noticing? Of course I can’t,” she continued to muse.

Sighing she tried again, “…the purpose of identifying machinery by actual hardware address is…”

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Even though he couldn’t really see them he knew that the only movement that belied that she was not a beautiful statue carved by one of the great masters were her eyes, those sparkling green eyes that he could lose his entire soul in. Eyes that always snapped back and forth as she read, eyes the color of newly grown grass, vivid, beautiful. Whenever Leah’s eyes fell upon Jared, he could feel his knees weaken. He continued to watch her, the setting sun casting its glow onto her and causing a reflection that formed a halo…a shimmering ring that only served to soften her already beautiful features. her hair to become a halo, a glowing halo that only served to soften her already beautiful features. As he continued to stare he saw her move. Just a hint of movement as she rubbed her knees together. She knew he was there, and his gaze was affecting her.

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Leah could feel the arousal starting to build in her. “…the purpose of identifying machinery by actual hardware address is…” she tried again.

“God, I hate when he looks at me like this. I can feel his eyes. I know that soft look. It’s like he reaches out and touches my soul with his eyes. God, I love it when he does this.”

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Returning tecavüz porno to his chore, Jared, dropped the bag in the trashcan and replaced the lid. Wanting any excuse to step closer to her he walked around the long way around the pool the long way to the chaise where she lounged. “Let me refill this for you.” (He said as) H(h)e took her still full glass of lemonade and returned to the house.

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“What a shit!” she growled to herself. “…the purpose of identifying machinery by actual hardware address is…”

“Was that just an excuse or is he playing tonight.”

“…the purpose of identifying machinery by actual hardware address is…” she tried again.

“To hell with it, I’m getting nowhere.” She spoke out loud as the patio door opened.

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After washing his hands and making a fresh glass of lemonade for Leah, Jared opened the patio door just as Leah threw the book to the deck beside her chair. “Too hot to study?” he asked as he closed the door behind him.

“Yes.” she sighed as her head dropped back to stare at the darkening Louisiana sky.

Jared stepped up behind her and looked mischievously into her sparkling eyes. “Hi, beautiful. Maybe this will help you cool off.” She scoffed at him and took the offered glass. “May I sit?”

“Go ahead.” she replied as she sipped the drink and placed the cool glass against her cleavage. The cold against her hot skin stole her breath for a minute and she let out a relieved sigh.

“You know how beautiful you are?”

“Shut up. I’m hot, sweaty and stressed.”

“Never bothered me.” He said as he gently dragged the back of his hand over her smooth legs.

“Hmmm.”

Continuing the caresses, he asked, “You going to get finished?”

“Don’t I always.”

Placing her legs in his lap he slid closer to her. “Yep.” was his only reply as he slowly slid his hands under the hem of the damp cotton of her dress.

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“Oh thank God,” Leah thought as Jared’s hands touched her. “But if this becomes just a tease, I will kill him.”

Jared’s hand traced a line along Leah’s thigh to her smoothly shaved wet slit. There was no way she was going to wear where underwear in this heat; she needed every part of her body as comfortable as possible comfortable.

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Jared was only slightly surprised that Leah did not have any underwear on. The late August heat was unbearable and besides, she loved the feel of a cool breeze across her bare skin.

He watched as he gently massaged her already swollen lips. “I really should let her study, but if I stop now she’ll be furious.” With a smirk he mused, “oh well, what’s a boyfriend to do.”

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Already Leah could feel the lust building. Just by being near her, Jared could turn her on. But when he touched her, she just lost herself.

Her skin flushed, the sweat on her brow thickening to a nearly complete layer. Perspiration seeping from every pore, the drone of the pool pump and the song of the night birds turning into a meaningless buzz.

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“Damn, she is beautiful.’ Jared thought as he gently massaged travesti porno her hardening clit. Leaning forward he could smell the musky-ness of Leah’s sweat as he took her lower lip between his teeth and softly bit down.

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Leah gasped as Jared nipped her lip. Her head shot forward and met his eyes. “Now,” she said, her voice husky with desire. Leah’s arms flew to the sides of Jared’s head as she pressed her lips to his, kissing deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth.

Leah was done with playing she wanted him and she was going to take what she wanted. Enough of Jared’s teasing.

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If it weren’t for the grip Leah had on Jared’s head, he would have fallen to the patio. He pulled his hand from under her dress and embraced her as they fell backward, kissing her hard and letting his own passion build.

Jared’s hands dragged Leah’s dress up, exposing her body to the Louisiana heat so he could touch her without the hindrance of cloth.

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As Leah felt her dress pulled across her form, she slid one hand past the elastic band of Jared’s shorts. *Grinning to herself* The only good thing about these shorts was that Jared never wore underwear with them.

She pressed the flat of her hand against his hard cock until her nails met his swollen balls. Teasing him, she lightly dragged her nails across his scrotum and listened to his gasp.

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Knowing that it would not be any sort of punishment, Jared slapped Leah’s ass hard when she clawed his sac. Pulling away from their kiss he asked, “Getting rough tonight, huh?”

Leah just grinned evilly and started to kiss her way down to his shorts.

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“No, but I’m going to have everything I want tonight” she thought as she kissed her way to Jared’s waistband.

She was tempted to simply tear the shorts in half to remove them, but instead Leah hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down. Jared lifted his ass to help her remove his shorts.

“Oh yes,” Leah thought evilly. “He is cooperating, that means he is extremely horny. I am so going to enjoy making him squirm.”

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It was so hot that Jared felt no difference when Leah removed his shorts. But he still was relived to be free of the clothing. He knew that when Leah was in this mood the sex would certainly surpass their typically incredible sex.

Jared reached down to run his fingers through her hair. How he loved her hair, it frames her face like a halo, a veil of flirtation that she could tease endlessly with.

He watched his fingers disappear into her tresses. The curls swallowing his fingers like her mouth was about to swallow his hardness.

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Leah grinned to herself. “He is playing with my hair. He thinks I am just going to suck him and fuck him. Not tonight, love.” She thought. “Well, yes, I will suck you, but I might just make you beg for the fucking.”

Leah placed her slightly parted lips to the head of Jared’s cock and licked the precum that was seeping from him. Jared arched his back and tried to push his cock into Leah’s mouth, but Leah was ready for his trick, xhamster porno she simply tightened her grip at the base of his member and pulled her head away.

Letting her hair fall over half of her face she looked at Jared and coyly asked, “Want something, honey?”

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“Oh fuck,” Jared thought when Leah asked her question. “She is going to tease me to death.”

Jared groaned as Leah started to slowly slide her hand up and down his hard shaft while she waited for an answer to her question. “I want you, sweetie,” he panted.

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Leah’s coy smile broadened at Jared’s response as she thought, “Just wait, dear. You will want me much more soon.”

Again, Leah placed parted lips against the head of Jared’s hard cock and licked the precum away. This time Jared responded with a shudder and slight jerk but did not try to thrust himself into her mouth.

Leah slid her hand up to her lips and wrapped her hand completely around his hardness. She opened her mouth a bit more and slowly followed her hand down his shaft as she (took him) swallowed him completely in one fluid motion.

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The softness of Leah’s hand coupled with the slight scraping of her teeth along his shaft made his mind swim. Jared’s grasp of Leah’s hair went slack and he had to struggle to remain aware.

As Leah’s nose brushed his pubic hair, he felt her slide her hand down to caress his balls as she pulled her head back from him, sucking hard all the way up to his tip.

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Leah lost herself to the moment, she allowed herself to stop focusing on being a woman in love with a man and just sucked, her tongue flattened and covered the bottom of Jared’s wide cock, her hand massaged swollen balls, and her teeth and lips caressed his shaft. Up and down she bobbed, unaware of the heat, mindless of the buzz of night bugs, and oblivious to the drone of the pool pump.

Leah was snapped from her reverie by her own orgasm. She had to focus to not snap her mouth shut completely on Jared’s cock, she realized that her clit was being massaged and she could feel two fingers in her clenching pussy. As her focus continued to return she realized that the fingers in her pussy were her own.

Still bobbing on Jared’s cock Leah looked up at his face. He was so beautiful; a light sheen of sweat glistened on his face, his grin disarmingly sexy. She loved him.

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Jared couldn’t help but smile, Leah was giving the blowjob of a lifetime and had just made herself cum so hard that she had nearly bitten him in half. He just lay there, trusting her and loving every minute of it.

Suddenly he felt his own body jerk as his orgasm came, his balls tightened in their sac and his cum shot into Leah’s mouth. His eyes snapped open and he looked into her green eyes. Her eyes were cloudy with passion and he knew his own eyes were just as passion filled.

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Leah stopped sliding up and down Jared’s cock when his orgasm began, she simply held him halfway in her mouth and swallowed his cum. She loved the taste of him. He met her gaze and she knew how much he enjoyed seeing her throat work as she swallowed his seed.

When the twitching of his cock finally slowed, Leah let his still hard cock slip from her mouth and then sat back on her heels.

“Hmmm, I think it is a bit cooler now. Maybe I’ll get back to studying,” she said with a grin as a she situated her naked form and reached for her book.

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I know you didn’t really want to go to that conference, but at least it was only going to be for a couple of days, and, lucky for you, it was in New Orleans. At least you would have a good time. On Saturday night, you texted me that you were going to wander around and find a good bar. I knew what that meant, someplace with a big whiskey selection and a bartender who could make you some exotic cocktails. Knowing you, you researched the places online, looked at reviews, and figured out the directions. The first place you visited was nice enough, with a game on the TV on the wall, and bowls of popcorn and nuts on the bar.

After two drinks, you decided to walk for a while and see what else there was to do. A couple of blocks later, you came up to a neon-lit, trashy looking bar with posters advertising girls in various stages of undress. Not your style, usually, as a nice, monogamous, married guy. You would feel guilty about eyeing naked women, about lusting after them, imagining what they would feel like, what they would taste like. But, the feeling of being out of your routine, combined with the drinks you had already had, and the strange nature of New Orleans, exciting and sinful and alcohol-soaked, took you out of your comfort zone and you decided to go in. It was fairly dark inside, but didn’t look too bad, small tables scattered in a large room, a lot of average, middle-aged men drinking and listening to the music.

You sat down, feeling nervous and strange being in a bar by yourself; you studied the menu for a while, then drained your glass of water, then played with your phone, hoping to look less awkward. The beer you ordered finally arrived, a little too warm and tasting a little tired and flat. After a while, and another beer, you started to relax a little. You tried to remember the last time you had been in a club alone, no one commenting on how much you were drinking or how much you were spending.

You looked around at the girls, some of them topless, some in bras and panties. One of them caught your eye, not the prettiest girl there, but curvy, with beautiful, smooth olive skin and unruly, wavy brown hair. You could see a row of tiny diamond studs going up the curve of one ear, and a small tattoo, some sort of delicate script you couldn’t read, on the inside of her wrist. She was near the bar, talking to the bartender. You stared at her, imagining the feel of her skin, the smell of her perfume. You felt your heart beat a little faster and your breathing quicken.

A new song came on, something haunting and sexy. You watched as she walked over to the stage and started to bend and twist to the music. It wasn’t dancing as much as it was undulating. She stroked the fabric of her lace bra, playing with her nipples. She seemed to be in her own world at first, but after a few minutes, she started to make eye contact with a few of the men watching her. She reached out and plucked a ten dollar bill out of the fingers of the man nearest the stage. She smiled at him and leaned forward toward him. He reached up and unhooked the front clasp of her bra so that her breasts sprung free. He reached up and squeezed and stroked them the way you wanted to, for a few seconds until she pulled away, smiling. You imagined how they would feel under your hands. You could feel them in your mind, full and soft.

She moved back to the center of the stage and began to move to the music again. She ran one finger down from her breasts, down her abdomen, to the top edge of her panties. She slipped one finger inside the waistband and stroked herself a little. She looked around at the men speculatively, and did what she had done before. She walked over to another man with a bill in his hand; you couldn’t be sure, but it looked like a twenty, and took it out of his hand slowly, teasingly. She pulled him up on the stage by the hand, and motioned to him to hook his thumbs on either side of her panties. He smiled and did what she asked. He pulled them down, grinning at his friends. She took one of his hands and used it to lightly stroke her public hair. The man breathed in sharply at the feel of it; you imagined yourself in his place, the soft curls under your fingertips. Maybe you would be bold enough to slip a finger or two lower, to rub between her legs and feel the wetness you knew you would find. You felt yourself stiffen at the thought. gaziantep escort You watched her as she finished her dance, fully naked now, unable to take your eyes off of her.

When the show was over, she disappeared into the back of the bar; you hung around, with your fourth (or maybe it was your fifth) beer. After a while she emerged, in a skimpy, silky dress, and walked around mingling with the customers. When she came near you, you gestured for her to sit down and the two of you started to make small talk. It was surprisingly normal chit-chat about the music, the city, her favorite place to get a spicy jambalaya. You bought her a drink, the bar’s signature cocktail, an overpriced and obnoxiously sweet-looking thing. After the second one, she excused herself to go to the bathroom. You fished your wallet out of your pants pocket and opened it, thinking. You pulled out the wad of bills you had withdrawn from the ATM earlier that day and counted out what you needed to pay the tab you and she had run up; you rifled through what was left and made your decision; when she came back and sat back down with you, your heart was pounding and the blood was rushing to your head.

You decided this was the moment you would leap off the cliff, do what you had been fantasizing about. With shaking hands, you set the pile of twenties on the table near her. She looked at them and licked her lips while looking into your eyes. She moved her hand over the stack of bills, and smoothly swept them off the table and tucked them away out of sight. A second later, her hand crept toward yours. She turned your hand over and started to gently stroke the palm with one finger. Your nerve endings began to tingle. You looked at her and she smiled wickedly. She stood and led you past the bar, to a hallway with a few small private rooms. She opened the door and pushed you inside.

The fantasy became reality in an instant; you realized that you were about to cheat on your wife, that you could do all of the things that had been lurking in you, under the surface. That you could do, and say, anything. You leaned against the wall and unzipped your pants. Your cock sprang out, stiff and throbbing. You pushed her down on her knees in front of you. “Suck my cock”, you growl. “Make me come in your mouth”. She leaned forward, opened her mouth and you felt her envelope you; the feeling of warmth and wetness almost made you come right there. But you wanted more. You wanted to use the words you couldn’t use in your regular life, the words where you took control, where you wanted what you wanted with no apologies and no second thoughts. You held her head tight against you and thrust into her mouth, fucking her, almost choking her. Every few strokes you would pull almost all the way out, feeling the cold air on your skin, then plunged back into her, making her gasp for air.

You loved this unfamiliar feeling of treating her as nothing but a means to an end. Something you could dominate, oblivious to what she wanted, what she liked. You kept fucking her mouth, fast, then slow, until you could feel your orgasm approaching. You pulled out just as you were starting to explode and moaned as you came all over her breasts. You ran two fingers through the slippery mess and rubbed it over her nipples; you held them to her lips; you squirmed as she opened her mouth and sucked them clean.

Not ready to stop yet, you pulled her up from the ground and turned her around so that she was facing the wall. You pulled her thong down and felt between her legs with your hand. You poked your middle finger up inside her. She moaned, with pleasure or with pain. You didn’t know which and you didn’t really care. You pulled your slippery finger out of her and moved it around to rub her clit, more roughly than you usually do. It didn’t take long before you were hard again. You grabbed her hips from behind and pulled her back to impale her on your erection. You slammed into her again and again. So soon after coming, you knew it would take you a while this time, so you were ready for a nice long fuck session. Each time you thrust, you felt engulfed, from the base of your cock to the swollen tip, and each time she would moan and writhe. You alternated between slow, smooth, deep strokes and fast, forceful, frantic ones. You could feel the muscles straining in your calves from the awkward angle, but it was too good to consider stopping to change position. A few more minutes and you could feel it, that second when you knew you are getting close to climax. You kept thrusting and fingering her, your heart beating almost out of your chest. With one last, giant thrust, you emptied yourself into her. You felt her contractions squeeze you as she climaxed with you.

You stayed like that for a minute, a tornado of thoughts and sensations and emotions swirling through your mind. The combination of the risk, the novelty, the pleasure, even the guilt, hit you all at once. You were shocked at what you had done, and scared of what you might still do. You had two more days at the conference; you knew that you would be spending those two evenings thinking hard about whether you would be back to the club.

Back at the hotel that night, you couldn’t settle down to sleep. Your brain was too full of thoughts and images from the hours before. You would close your eyes, try to make your mind a blank, tried to slow your breathing down and drift off, but every time you were close to sleep, you flashed back to the way your hands felt on the curve of her hip, the warmth of her lips, or the way the way the evening smelled- a mix of beer, perfume, and smoke.You dozed a little here and there, but kept waking up to the crazy whirlwind in your head. It had only taken a couple of hours for you to change into someone you could barely recognize. By 4:00 am you had decided you were going back to the club; you spent the next hours planning what you would do when you got there. If this was going to be your one fling, you wanted to make it count.

You woke the next day, plan in mind. You had to make it through the day of meetings at the conference, alternating between dozing off from not having gotten enough sleep, and fidgeting in anticipation of the evening ahead. Finally, the last talk was over; you ducked the colleagues who wanted you to go to the happy hour that followed and left the hotel. You had things to do; first the bank to cash a very large check, then a couple of other stops, and finally back to the club. The dancers were just arriving. You found the stripper from last night and pulled her aside. You whispered in her ear; her eyes widened as you whispered what you wanted from her and what you were willing to pay. She hesitated when she heard your terms, but the money won her over and she looked you in the eye and nodded. You handed her a paper with your room number; you told her to make an excuse and get out of her shift and meet you in an hour. You told her to plan to be there all night; you had a lot of needs to fulfill.

You spent the hour setting up your equipment; she showed up as ordered, just as you were finishing. You told her to change and handed her what you had bought, a long-sleeved mesh body stocking, fairly opaque, with cutout nipples and open at the crotch. You told her to lie down and turned your iPhone to record video and set it in the small tripod you had bought that afternoon. Everything was ready; you could begin. In a voice that was a little more tentative than you would have liked, you said, “stroke your nipples”. She used one finger, then two, to stroke and tease; you instructed her to take an ice cube from the glass of water in the table next to her, and run it up and down between her breasts. You heard her breathe in sharply as the cold ice met her warm, smooth skin. You wanted to reach out and see if her nipples had hardened from her touch, but you didn’t want to spoil the filming.

After a few moments, you told her to move the ice down her abdomen, and slide it over her clit. Again you heard her gasp, and saw her squirm. Again you wanted to touch her but made yourself wait until the time was right. Finally the ice was melted away; you gave her her next order- “rub yourself”. You were so unused to this, demanding what you wanted instead of asking, making her perform for your pleasure. You’d never recorded anyone before; there was something detached about it, making her a prop, a tool for your enjoyment, but now you could see the attraction. She rubbed herself as you directed, slow when you wanted, then fast, then inserting a couple of fingers. You told her to finger fuck herself but to stop before she came. She obeyed. You watched her fingers moving frantically in and out as her breathing quickened. You sat back watching her while the video ran, cock hard and bulging inside your pants. You saw she was getting close to orgasm, so you told her to stop. She looked at you, waiting for your next command.

You pointed to the night table next to the bed. “Open that drawer and see what you find.” She reached in and pulled out the vibrator you had stashed away. “Turn it on”, you ordered, “put it inside you”. She nodded; you couldn’t tell if she liked the idea of not, but it didn’t really matter; you had paid for her obedience. She inserted the vibrator, first an inch, then another, slowly and teasingly, looking directly in your eyes the entire time. You felt like you could tell her to do anything you wanted, and she would. The thought excited and scared you at the same time. You took hold of the vibrator yourself, and started to thrust it into her, pushing on the spot inside that you knew would be the most intense. You told her to finger herself while you fucked her with the toy, and watched as her breathing became ragged and she started to moan softly. You felt how wet and slippery she was getting, and knew she was close. You pulled the vibrator out abruptly and switched it off.

A voice that didn’t seem like it could be coming from your mouth said “beg for it; beg me to let you come”. She spoke for the first time since you had her lie down, “please let me. I want to come so bad; please, please”. You felt like a puppet master, pulling her strings at your whim.

“Not yet”, you whispered, “tell me what you’ll do for me if I give you permission”.

“Anything you want, I’ll do whatever you want, if you just let me”. You scanned through the possibilities in your mind. You tried to decide which made you feel more powerful- denying her permission to satisfy herself or granting it. You made your decision; you plunged the dildo back inside her and kept thrusting, harder this time. With the video still recording, she finally came, shuddering and convulsing.

Now you were ready, more than ready. You yanked your shorts off, moved up on the bed, and straddled her. You squeezed her breasts roughly, rubbing her nipples with your thumbs. You thrust your cock in between them and moaned at the feeling of being engulfed by them. You fucked her this way for a while, but you were so aroused and didn’t want to come this way.

You gripped her shoulders for leverage and shoved your cock, rigid as you had ever been, into her open mouth. You heard her gasp, felt her gagging; a small portion of your brain considered slowing down and being more gentle, but a few seconds of you plowing into her warm, wet mouth and that part of your brain went silent. All you cared about was getting your cock as deep and hard down her throat as you can. You felt her squirming beneath you; she didn’t protest, and you aren’t sure you could stop if she had. You’re close, so close. You thrust faster, and harder. Finally couldn’t hold it back anymore. You shuddered, over and over, as you came and felt her swallowing the fluids running down her throat while she struggled to breathe.

You stayed like that as your convulsing subsided; finally you pulled out of her mouth and looked down at her, makeup smeared, hair disheveled, splayed out and manhandled. You felt a little dazed by what has happened. You had never indulged this side of yourself before. You knew that you were going to have to do some serious thinking on the way home to decide whether to hide that side of you away again, or get to know it better in the future. But, that would have to wait until tomorrow; you had paid for her compliance for the rest of the night, and you wanted to get your money’s worth.

It’s been a week since you’ve been back from the conference, 4 days since you screwed up your courage and told me all about your adventure and saw how aroused I was by it, and 2 days since you played the recording for me and we reenacted some of what you had done with her. there was an intensity that hadn’t been there for far too long.

I remembered our conversation before you left – me telling you how excited I got thinking of you being overtaken by lust, giving in to the urges I knew were buried under your civilized exterior. It took a lot of urging from me that I would be ok with it, as long as I got to see and hear the details and use them to spice up our own encounters.. And it did, didn’t it? Maybe I’ll let you handle the next conference on your own…

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The following week there was an unexpected bump in my road to sexual happiness when Olly’s dad had to change shifts and could no longer take me home. It was good timing in a way though as his mum was starting to look at me very suspiciously, and the last thing I wanted was to be ‘the other woman’ in a row between them. I mean, sex was all I was interested in with him, nothing else. That made me think again about Olly and dumped him. He actually cried! God knows what he was thinking, I never saw our relationship ending with me in a white dress in a draughty church!

He must have told people that we were no longer an item as soon I seemed to be getting interested looks from the other guys at college. He probably told them about what we had done sexually too, a bit of petty revenge that probably worked for me rather than against me.

With so many boys and girls in one place, the hierarchy was decided on sporting prowess (football and rugby) plus looks for the boys and looks plus how likely they were to submit sexually for the girls. Inevitably there were guys that all the girls liked, and they all seemed to be friends and hung around together. The boys liked the good-looking girls who might fuck. We were not in any particular group although we thought of ourselves as more mature and seemed to gravitate towards each other I suppose.

The week after I’d dumped Olly, the hottest guy at the college came up to me and asked me wanted to go out later. Nathan was tall, handsome and already on the books of the local Premiership club. Great things were expected of him and all the girls lusted after him, me included.

I eagerly said yes and rushed home after college, telling mum I had a date but would be back by my 20:00 curfew. He picked me up in his car, a nice new VW Golf. He’d passed his test the week after his 17th Birthday and his parents, anticipating future riches, had bought it for him as a present. In the year since then he hadn’t smashed it up which was quite impressive too. We drove around for a while then stopped at Mcdonalds. He was easy company as he just kept name dropping but It felt so cool to be with him and I knew that all the other girls in there would be jealous.

He was telling me all about the famous players he had met and trained with and while I was looking at his big dark eyes he could hardly take his eyes off my tits. I’d worn a black short sleeved t-shirt with a lace up insert that showed plenty when you left the lace untied. It was tied as I left the house but was untied by the time I got into his car.

He was talking about a match he had played in and said I should see the video. By chance there was a copy at home, did I want to see it? I almost burst out laughing when he said it but nodded eagerly anyway. Ten minutes later we pulled up outside his house. Whilst my impressive cleavage was barely contained by my skimpy bra and plunging neckline, gaziantep escort I’d made sure that he got a look up my short denim skirt at my tiny bright pink G-string as we got out of the car.

His parents were out (as he obviously knew) so I was ushered up to his room without delay. As soon as the door was closed, he had his tongue down my throat and his hands all over my big tits. As I said, he was gorgeous plus he was quite a prize as a ‘date’ so as he was pushing his hands under my top I unzipped my skirt and pushed it down my legs, kicking off my shoes as I did so. That was all the encouragement he needed and my top and bra were soon on the floor too as his hands and mouth clamped onto my tits.

Once he had completed his initial investigation of my 34D’s he pushed me down onto his double bed and with a gleeful look on his face started pulling off his clothes. I watched, my fingers running over my tiny G-sting, pushing the thin material between my lips as I rubbed my clit.

He had a really good body, firm with just enough muscle and his cock, if not massive, looked like it would be more than adequate. So there we were, both almost naked on his bed within 10 mins of getting out of his car – it was pretty much what I had expected when I got to his front door and It was certainly what I had wanted once he asked me to go out.

He got onto the bed and I was soon crouched over him, enthusiastically sucking his cock as my big tits and hard nipples brushed his thighs. I expected him to cum in my mouth, but he didn’t, instead he put me on my back and spent ages sucking my nipples, mauling my tits and playing with the scrap of lace between my legs, pulling it aside to get at my wet pussy. Then, without asking, he got his legs over my chest and fucked my tits, spitting on them so his cock would slide up and down as he firmly wrapped my tender tits around it. It really turned me on to be treated like that, so I was dripping wet when he slid down, pulled my soaking knickers off, rammed his cock up me and fucked me hard until he came, gripping my by now aching tits firmly as he did so. There was no thought to my pleasure, he just wanted to empty his balls deep inside me.

Afterwards we lay there as he once more sucked my tits and roughly fingered my pussy, telling me spread my legs wider so he could watch his fingers pumping in and out of my ravaged slit. He was rough but relentless, making me cum twice before pushing his fingers into my mouth so I could suck my juice and his spunk off them.

Then he fucked me again, first with me on top, my boobs bouncing to his thrusting as I leant back and held his thighs and then he pulled me into doggy and he was rough with me, moving me around until he could see himself fucking me in the wardrobe mirror. I was red faced and sweating, my hair was hanging down and my big tits were swinging wildly as he battered me as hard as he could. I had never seen myself like that before and I found it very exciting to watch his hips drive forward at the same time as I felt his cock moving inside me.

Being bigger and stronger than me there was nothing I could do to stop him doing whatever he wanted with me and that made me feel like he was just using me, which he was. When he had pumped his second load of spunk in me we got cleaned up and he drove me home, still going on and on about football. I wasn’t naive, he clearly knew that he was a guy all the girls wanted to be seen with and with his parents being out had decided that he was going use the opportunity to fuck someone and picked on me. No doubt he had been told by one of his mates that I wasn’t a blushing virgin, so once I said yes to ‘going out’ he knew that there was a very good chance he was going to fuck me.

We were never ‘going out’ as I don’t think he was interested in anything other than casual sex and to be honest, I’m not a football fan and his constant talking about it was boring. However, he was drop dead gorgeous and until he left college the following Easter we had sex quite a few times. It would simply be a “What are you doing tonight?” with that sexy smile and I’d soon be waiting to be picked up, driven to his house and fucked. I liked that he wanted to watch what he was doing to me in the mirror, I liked to be in the spoons position, my leg pushed back over his so we could both see his cock pumping in and out of my pink slit. It seemed a very dirty thing to do and I loved it but then I guess I was more sexually mature than most 18-year olds.

Of course, I told Toni all about it the next day and she was jealous as like every girl in the college she fancied Nathan. She didn’t have to wait long for her turn. One day the following week we were sitting having lunch when Nathan came over and sat down with us and started telling us about some football thing. I was only half listening, but Toni was hanging on his every word. Well, I knew she had as little interest in football as I did but she certainly had an interest in Nathan. Her boyfriend had been dumped around the same time as Olly, so I sat listening with some amusement as he trotted out his ‘Do you want to see the video of me with David Beckham?’ line before arranging to pick her up after college, all three of us knowing exactly what would be happening.

The smile on her face when I saw her the following morning confirmed that it had gone well, and she too was a regular visitor to his bed over the next few months. Apparently he had looked disappointed when she turned up in a tracksuit but soon changed his tune when he realised that that was all she was wearing! He quickly worked out that she liked it rough and had given her a hard spanking, calling her a dirty slut etc. for turning up ready for fucking. He was alternating between spanking her and roughly banging three fingers into her pussy as he had her on all fours in front of his mirror. She was so excited that she came as soon as he rammed his cock up her as he violently fucked her doggy, watching himself in the mirror as usual. She was squirming in her seat as she told me, said the cheeks of her bum – and pussy – were still tingling from his assault.

He was a cheeky sod though. We were sitting together for lunch as usual and he came over and joined us. After a bit of chat he asked us if any other of our friends were interested in football! He may as well have said straight out ‘Do you know anyone else that I can fuck?’ We suggested Jessica. She was a pretty blonde with big eyes, very nice looking. She was also the youngest girl in our year having just made the cut off point by a day. Jess made no secret of her interest in boys and like most of our friends she had cast her virginity away some time ago. That she liked football was an added bonus for Nathan.

By coincidence she walked into the canteen as we were talking. He lost no time in going over to her and that evening she joined the ‘fucked by Nathan’ club. The next day they both – separately – thanked us, Nathan asking if we knew any more girls that liked football and Jess for making one of her dreams come true!

Nathan was obviously the leader of the ‘hot’ guys and Toni and I had lots of them asking us out soon after. He must have told all of them that we were both an easy fuck, it quite excited me that they were obviously talking about us, comparing notes as to what they had done to us. We said yes to some and no to others. Once you said yes there was only one outcome, it was just a case of where you ended up having your knickers pulled down. Sometimes I didn’t bother with undies as it was quicker, and it turned the guys on too.

We were aware that we were being passed around this group of guys, being used for easy casual sex, they were almost fucking us on a rota basis as we would be passed from one to the next. I didn’t mind as they were all good looking and being seen with them made all our friends jealous. The other advantage was that as none of those guys were virgins, they had all fucked plenty of times, the sex was far better too!

As I said, we did say ‘no’ quite often, but it soon became obvious that Jess didn’t say ‘no’ to anyone. Nathan confided that she had earned the nickname ‘the nympho’ for the speed in which she would get her knickers off and her enthusiasm once they were. He told us that he had persuaded her to have a threesome with him and another guy, staying overnight in a hotel. He said that they had fucked for hours and after they had both cum in her three times she brought herself off a final time with the neck of a wine bottle in her pussy!

In the morning he woke up to her sucking his cock back to life, eager to be fucked some more before they had to leave. I thought he was exaggerating until I saw her in action for myself the night of the end of term party, but more about that later.

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As she sits and runs her hand down her throat, Sarah is thinking back on earlier in the day. It is a quiet day in her home, her husband Ron continually stimulates her sexual nature. For the time Ron is not working so husband and wife are home together constantly. Sometimes this is a good thing, some days Sarah wonders when her husband will return to work, or just find something to do for the afternoon. The quiet afternoon is broken when Ron sits on his wife’s lap.

Sarah knows when Ron is horny; she can read his actions like a book. He will sit on her lap and softly kiss her face or come up behind her in the kitchen and rub is cock along her ass. He knows how to be subtle at times but then sometimes he just says, “do you want to fuck or fight.”

With a soft light smile, Sarah slides her warm hand inside Ron’s sweatpants and strokes his cock until it is very thick and hard. She loves to feel his cock in her hand, as he gets harder and leans his head back sighing ohhhhh yesss. He always tells her how good it feels when she strokes his cock. See gaziantep escort with Sarah it isn’t always about her own pleasure, she gets pleasure from giving.

The stroking continues for several minutes, slowly and sporadically she stops or slows down at times so that he won’t cum too soon. Soon though the couple knows it is time to proceed to their bedroom. Once there after fully removing their clothes and lying on the bed, Sarah continues to stroke and kiss Ron on his rock hard cock. Wetting his cock with her mouth briefly while stroking it, her husband is withering on the bed in excitement and anticipation.

Breaking the silence Ron tells her he wants her on top this time. After stroking his cock for a little bit Sarah can literally feel her juice flowing. When she knows the time is right she slowly slides her body on top of his, angling her left leg over enough that she can slide his throbbing cock inside. Sitting down on his cock, she watches his eyes widen with pleasure. Placing her hands on either side of his head she rocks back and forth on his cock until he grabs her hips and shoots a huge load of cum up inside her.

Usually once is enough but she pushes the limit and can tell he is horny enough to continue fucking. So Sarah rocks back on her haunches taking his cock as far in her cunt as she can. She is hoping to hit her own climax, trying to find just the right spot to make herself cum all over him; leaving their juices to mingle and slide down his ass. Leaning forward again and sliding her clit to the head of his cock is too much for him and he shoots another load of hot cum inside her.

This time she knows he can’t go anymore, too ticklish down there after he cums. It is ok though even if she hasn’t cum her body hums with life and she feels great knowing she has satisfied him thoroughly.

Sarah doesn’t worry is she doesn’t always orgasm during sex. Fulfilling her partner is the first thing she tries to do. She knows that due to her age and changing body sometimes an orgasm comes faster or slower than other times. However, their sex life doesn’t suffer because of this. Sarah’s home business consists of direct sales of adult novelty items; including vibrators, lotions, potions, and lingerie. The best part of the business has to be testing out products.

It is extremely exciting to be in a relationship with a man secure enough to use a vibrator on his partner. Sarah thinks that Ron has figured out which vibrator is her favorite. On separate occasions before, while lying in bed kissing and fondling each other Ron will go down on his wife. Licking her clit and sucking it to a peak, then retrieving the vibrator of her choice (it has the phallus that swivels and vibrates plus a smaller “appendage” that vibrates the clit). That little “appendage” that vibrates is her most favorite part; it will have her cumming in less than a minute.

Usually when this vibrator is used and Sarah cums before they actually fuck, Ron will slide his cock inside her cunt and rub her clit at the same time that he cums Sarah will cum again.

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“That cheating bastard!” Naomi sobbed over the phone. “I know he’s cheating on me! I don’t know who it is but there has to be somebody! We’ve been engaged for almost three years now!” she continued. “Gigi, I’m so upset!”

Gigi was my nickname. My given name is Gwendoline. But ever since I “blossomed” in high school and some turd on the football team snatched my bra and hung it from the goal posts I’ve been called “Gigi”. On the one hand I was proud that I was the best built girl in my school. On the other hand, it was a little embarrassing. On yet another hand I enjoyed the admiring stares from the guys and the jealous looks from the other girls. On yet another, other…

My musings were derailed by another burst of crying from the other end of the line.

“Oh, Naomi, I’m sure you’re worried over nothing,” I reassured my friend. “You and Colt are engaged! You seem very happy together. We even talked to him together, remember?”

“I hope you’re right,” she sighed. “But I love Colt so much!”

“Alright, honey, you stop worrying and I’ll talk to you again soon.”

We hung up and I went back to what I had been doing; trying to pick out the right bra and panties for my next date! I had bought some new, better fitting outfits and I had been trying them on one after another.

The GG cups that I had worn in high school had been inadequate for years. Now I wore an L-cup bra. My boobs were not only gigantic, they were spectacularly shapely. They didn’t really sag at all! They stood out proudly, announcing their presence, thrusting though whatever clothes I tried to hide them under.

I remember how Colt had reacted when he had first seen them. I had gone to Naomi’s house to comfort her and to confront Colt about his alleged fooling around.

I was used to men staring at my big hooters, it didn’t bother me. In fact, I was enjoying his sneaky stares!

In the course of the discussion I made the point that Colt should be ashamed of himself for cheating on his fiancé

His response was something along the lines of “Well, I need more sex than she (Naomi) does. She only wants me to pay attention to her a couple of time a month. I want more! I need more!”

At this point Naomi had interjected that Colt claimed that since he had such a large cock he had a need for more sex than most men!

Of course I had to chuckle at this obvious lie. All men think that they have a large penis!

“Let me show her, honey!” Colt had said as he started to stand up across the dining room table from where I sat.

“Oh, I don’t think…” she had started to say. But by that time Colt had already unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down to his knees. I could see a magnificently large bulge in his boxers.

With a flourish Colt pulled his penis out from his boxers. His dick head bounced onto the table top before he grasped it in one hand and began to stroke himself. Right in front of me! As I stared! He stroked himself several time before I was able to pull my eyes away from his cock.

I looked him in the eyes and with a tremendous amount of self control I told him to put it away. I looked at Naomi as she watched her fiancee cover up the largest cock I had ever imagined. She was licking her lips as she stared. So was I, I realized. What a fucking piece of man-meat! I was far from a virgin but I had never seen anything like what I had gotten a glimpse of! And it wasn’t even fully erect as Colt sat down again.

Well, we talked for a while. We really didn’t solve anything. She was pissed, he was defensive and I was trying not to imagine what it would feel like to be stuffed with that gigantic cock! I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind!

At the end of the afternoon Naomi invited me to stay for dinner and I accepted.

Naomi told us that she was going out to do some shopping for dinner and that she would be back in an hour or so. Colt announced he was going to take a shower and I sat in the living room to read a magazine.

After a few minutes I got up to use the bathroom. I bumped into Colt coming out of the bedroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. That was all he had on. His legs, waist, abs and chest were exposed. He was really muscular! His six pack was very impressive. He obviously worked out. A lot!

Without realizing I was doing it I reached out and touched his pecs. Just a touch. Not a caress. Just a touch. He was solid! Rock solid!

The gaziantep escort tingle I got from that brief touch caused me to inhale with excitement. A movement that caused my chest to expand. And that caught Colt’s attention! Suddenly there were stress lines across my blouse and gaps between the buttons.

Without a word Colt dropped his towel to the floor. And there it was. Again.

His cock was a thick solid mass hanging over a pair of balls that were each the size of a tennis ball! He was limp, but at least six inches long!

I didn’t realize I was doing it but I reached out and grasped his cock shaft. It more than filled my hand! As I slowly pumped my fist up and down Colt’s dick it grew and grew until it was at least nine inches long. Thicker than any cock I had ever encountered, I realized that it was not even close to being at full size! What a monster fucking dick!

I was using both hands now, I was pressed up against him. I knew he could feel my big tits as they moved against him. And I didn’t mind! I wanted him to know how well built I was!

“You’re huge!” my voice was husky with lust. I was pumping him harder and harder. He seemed to be almost a foot long! And not done growing!

“So are you, Gigi” he replied. As I watched her used both hands to reach out and heft my massive milkers! It felt so good to have his hands on me. He was strumming my nipples thru my clothes and all I wanted was to feel his hands directly on my flesh. But first…

I was on my knees, gaping at Colt’s enormity. I couldn’t come close to grasping his shaft with just one hand! I was using both hands to encourage him to grow as large as he could. He was almost as long as my fore arm. And as thick as my wrist! God, he was stunning! Maybe he, maybe he did need more sex than other men!

His balls were of a matching size to his pole. Each one was at least the size of a tennis ball. I tried but I couldn’t suck either one into my mouth. They were too big. I did manage to lick them both until they were dripping with my saliva but it took a while! It was time I enjoyed immensely.

When I pulled back to admire my work I saw that Colt was smirking down at me.

“You see why I agree to fuck other women? Some women just love feeling my huge cock as it batters its way into their soaking wet cunts! And if they want to come back for more? While Naomi is only interested a couple of times each month! How, why, should I limit myself so much? I can fuck more often than most men. I can cum again and again. Most women can’t keep up with me. But, God, do they want to try!”

I pulled his cock down so I could get my mouth on his dick head. It was so big! It was smooth and covered with the most delicious pre-cum! I took a moment to suck and lick it all up so I could savor it and then I swallowed the mouthful. Um, yummy!

I didn’t even try to hide my excitement. I ran my mouth up and down his cock. He was more than a foot long! I knew that. But I didn’t know just how long he was. I wasn’t going to stop now to find out. But I was looking forward to the chance to measure this monster!

I grafted my lips to his dick head. Sucking and licking I encouraged him to drool out more precum for me to drink down!

I was drooling, too, as I worked. My blouse was getting soaking wet with the combination of my saliva and his precum as I worked.

I took a moment to unbutton and discard my blouse. The low-cut bra I was wearing allowed Colt to see the top halves of my breasts. They were tightly squeezed together, the cleavage deep, dark and mysterious! The outer edges were wider than my shoulders and they jiggled and jumped in their huge cups as I went back to work.

I was surprised that I was able to jam his dick head between my lips! He filled my mouth to the max. I didn’t think that I would be able to do much more. But I was going to try! My tongue was crushed to the bottom of my mouth. All I could do was flex and wiggle it a little!

As I was trying to stuff his dick head deeper down my mouth and into my gullet I felt Colt slide his hands slowly down my back and unclasp my bra.

He gently removed my bra and my boobs tumbled out and quivered proudly in front of me. He reached down and started to squeeze and feel them as they shook and shivered. They bounced against his shins as I kept working.

“GOD, Gigi, you have the biggest, firmest, nicest tits I’ve ever seen! You should be on the Internet! You should have a web site!”

“What would I call it?” I chuckled. “Gigi and Her L-cups?”

“Yeah, that would be great! Are you really that large?” he wondered.

“Yes, yes I am,” I responded. “L-cup, 26 inch waist and 40 inch hips. I’m stacked!” I bragged.

“Yes you are, indeed!” Colt replied.

I was grinning up at him as I pulled his dick down and smothered it in between my huge, solid tits. I kept on grinning at the look on his face as he got tit-fucked with the biggest tits he had ever encountered. I could see that he was enjoying what I was so well equipped to do to him. There weren’t many girls that could make his huge cock almost disappear between their breasts!

“I’m going to cum now,” he announced. “I’m right on the edge, Gigi!”

I kept on pumping my boobs up and down. And at the same time I leaned forward the little bit I had to to take his dick head into my mouth.

In a few moments I felt his shaft stiffen and throb and an instant after that his cum filled my mouth! I swallowed as fast as I could. I was able to keep up for the first few spurts. But after that I could feel cum slipping over my lips and dripping down my jaw and dropping onto my breasts as I kept milking Colt for all I could get! And he had a lot to offer, let me tell you!

I lost count of how often he spurted cum into me but it was a LOT! More than six times, at least. But finally he was done. I stayed on my knees in front of him as I caught my breath.

“Come on,” he encouraged me. “Let’s take this into the bedroom and see what we can get up to!” I grabbed hold of his still stiff penis as he led me to the bedroom he shared with his fiancee. I have to admit that I wasn’t worried about Naomi. I was more excited about the prospect of getting to feel what it would be like to have my brains fucked out by the longest, hardest, thickest cock I could ever have imagined!

Colt gently laid me down on the bed and grabbed a few tissues which he used to wipe his cum off my tits. He was being so sweet as he cleaned me up.

“I was going to lick all that off myself,” I told him as I slid out of my skirt.

“You can do that with the next load, if you like. I’m not close to being done with you, Gigi!” he bragged.

“Big talker!” I teased him. At the same time I shook my breasts left and right, bouncing them in front of his wide eyes.

“Okay, well, let’s get started,” he told me as he got me to lie down in front of him. I didn’t need any encouragement as I spread my legs and used both hands to pull my pussy lips to either side. I was dripping with excitement as I watched him get in position.

His dick was stiff as a board, quivering over my cunt. From my point of view it looked like ti was going to reach to my navel. I was shaking with lust and excitement as he jiggled his dick head against my pussy lips!

Colt had obviously had some practice at this. He was patient and careful as he pressed himself against me. He made no progress at first. But he stayed the course, gently pressing himself against me. Press, release, press, release, press!

At last he started to make gains. He was slowly making my poor over-stretched pussy take his dick! I had never felt anything like it. I felt like I was a virgin again! His over-sized dick was stretching my pussy lips further than they had ever been stretched before. It hurt! But it hurt in the most 6exciting way! Just the head of his cock and I already felt like I could erupt at any moment!

Colt was rocking back and forth. Slowly making progress. Slowly forcing more and more of his dick head into my pussy!

I was trying to help. I was rocking my hips forward and back. This caused my tits to move side to side, back and forth. At times they were framing my face. Other times they were south of my navel, almost reaching my groin where Colt’s huge cock was making slow progress to impale my eager, hungry cunt!

“C’mon, honey,” I pleaded with him. “Ram that huge fucker into me! I need to feel what it’s like to get fucked so deep! Ram me! Ram your huge dick into me! Don’t be gentle! Make me take it!”

So he did! He was building the tempo and the pressure with which he was pounding my pussy! Within a few minutes Colt was driving himself as deep into me as any of my previous lovers had managed to go. And he had so much more to offer! From what I could see he was giving me about half of what he had to offer! Half way down his gigantic, more than foot long pole and I was on the verge of having the most exquisite orgasm of my life!

“More! Harder! Deeper! FUCK ME, COLT! GIVE ME ALL YOU’VE GOT!! FUCK ME!” I was screaming at the top of my lungs! I was cradling both my tits. I had to use both my hands and my forearms to control the huge pillows of flesh!

His face contorted as he focused on doing what I had asked. He was pounding me harder and faster than I could imagine.

With a shriek of excitement I came like a rocket. I was thrashing and kicking my legs while trying to pull him closer and closer to me. I hadn’t taken all of his huge log but he was far deeper than anyone else had ever been and I was loving it.

I could feel him filling me up with cum as he spouted!

We rested in each others arms for a few minutes and then got dressed and were sitting across from each other in the living room when Naomi got back from the grocery store. Perfectly innocent. Except I couldn’t take my eyes off the bulge in his pants. And he couldn’t resist watching me as I posed for him, showing off my huge hooters! Letting him see my legs as I pulled my skirt up to my hips.

At dinner Naomi sat across from Colt and I sat to his right.

All during dinner I kept my left hand in his lap, I was stroking and groping him the whole time. His dick was at full length while I played with it! And I took every chance to show him more and more of my cleavage.

I have to admit I was such a tramp! I pulled my skirt up to my waist and made sure that he could see me as I fingered myself with one hand and pushed and pulled on him with the other! SO exciting!

I managed to extricate his penis from his pants and I was giving him a hand-job at the dinner table. Naomi was completely unaware of what I was doing!

As we got to the end of the meal I dropped my fork to the floor and quickly dove to the floor. I pulled his dick to me and drained him into my eager throat! It only took a moment and I was back in my seat almost at once.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and made a production of using my long tongue to lick my lips and fingers while Colt tried to catch his breath.

The next day I sent Colt a text that we should get together. He gave me his work address and I met him there for an afternoon romp. I showed up in a skin tight knit dress that showed off all my curves. I didn’t stay in it for long! We locked his office door and stripped each other bare in moments.

This time I spent a lot of time sucking on his fat dick. He ate me out like the pro he was. Then he pulled me up to ride him as hard as I could. And then I had him take me from behind. It was amazing! After and hour or so I had had seven or eight orgasms and he had cum three times.

I took him in my mouth the first time. Then I used my humungous tits to get him off. The last time he was crouched behind me as he pounded away! I got all of his hugeness that time! I had his entire cock pounding into my pussy while I convulsed and came time and time again.

As we parted Colt told me he would contact me. He already had my phone number and he promised to get in touch in a couple of days.

And he did! Every few days he would text me. “Now!” he would send. Or he would send an address along with NOW!” It was alway an anonymous motel on the edge of town and we would fuck like bunnies.

Colt is incredible! He can fuck for hours and never has a problem getting it back up after we have each had several orgasms! He loves to play with my big, fat titties! He pulls on my nipples, sucks on my teats and enjoys pushing his dick between my mountains until he gives me a pearl necklace!

Which I then lick up and get him erect again so I can ride his horse-cock while he plays with my L-cup titties! We both enjoy it!

The last time I showed up wearing a trench coat. Once I stepped into the room I let it fall to the floor to show off the sexy underthings I had on. As he watched I shook my shoulders and got my hooters to dance and jump. I cupped them both and made my face disappear between them while I licked and sucked my titties for him!

He spent most of the afternoon playing with my gigantic knockers. I loved every second of it! He fucked me until I fainted with pleasure and then, when I came to again, he did it all over again! He loves it when I suck his balls and huge cock! And I love doing it!

Naomi has no idea what’s going on. And I’m not about to share with her! Her fiancee is giving me all the cock I could ask for! He’s the best fuck I’ve ever had, I don’t kid myself that I’m the only one he’s boffing!

But as long as he keeps sinking that forearm length, ankle thick horse cock of his into my greedy, weeping pussy I’m a happy girl!

So here I sit, Wearing only my sexiest bra and panties. waiting to get a call from that cheating bastard!

The Endddd

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Aleksandr was not a messy man by any means but lately he had noticed that he was falling down on the job when it came to household tasks. In fact, most days he cursed himself for buying such a large house with nobody else to live in it with him but where he came from size meant money and money was power. Often times he wondered if five bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms was worth the constant upkeep. Tonight was spent just like every night for the past month with him scrubbing the stove and washing dishes until the neon numbers on the clock read 2:26 A.M. Normally it wouldn’t bother him to have to clean his own mess but staying up this late just to ensure his house would be clean and then have to wake up at 6:30 A.M and go to work was driving him mad. “Jesus Christ they’re done.” Those were his last words before climbing the large staircase and collapsing into bed.

-X- Four hours later -X-

His alarm was blaring the morning news in his ear he lazily stretched out an arm and did his best to hit the snooze though it only knocked the alarm clock to the floor and continued to go off. Deciding that an extra five minutes wasn’t worth the hassle he reluctantly left the warmth and comfort of his bed and started his morning routine with a hot shower and a shave followed by brushing his teeth and a thermos of coffee on his way out the door. His drive to work was usually met with heavy traffic though it seemed a bit ridiculous to have such massive traffic jams at 7 in the morning he put up with it for such a large salary.

Parking in his reserved spot he grabbed his briefcase from the passenger seat and shuffled his way inside, coffee in one hand and briefcase in the other. He yawned and politely waved at the receptionist on his way to the elevator.

“Good morning, sir.”

“Good morning, Alice.”

While he waited for the elevator he felt a firm pat on the back and that meant that the obnoxious accounts manager had something to say or knowing him brag about some overly exaggerated one night stand. He nodded lightly to him and stepped into the elevator and hit the 10th button for Nathan and the 20th for him.

“Mornin’ chief! Boy you look beat. Was she good and did you get her name?”

“Good morning Nate…very funny. I was up all night preparing for my presentation and that I can tolerate. What I find insufferable is cleaning house. You wouldn’t think a kitchen could get so dirty from one meal but I’ll be damned. I’m thinking it’s time to eat out of fast food containers and get a smaller place.”

“Nahhhhh don’t do that, chief. Why don’t you just do what I do? Go the lazy route!”

“That would mean….”

“I got this awesome maid and not only does she clean my place like a champ, she’s this smokin’ hot blonde and she has all the right things in all the right places.””

The bell rang and the elevator doors opened up and Nathan pulled a card from his wallet and gave it to him. He smiled and nodded as a silent thank you and headed up to his office to start work all over again. Sitting down at his desk he stared at the card for a while not really sure if that was the route that he wanted to go. Aleksandr was not a greedy man by any means so money wasn’t an issue but the idea of a stranger coming into his home wasn’t exactly a dream come true. He weighed the pros and cons for a little while longer and finally gave in and dialed the number and the phone immediately picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hello…is this Mya?”

“The one and only! Well, the only one on the card. How are you?”

“I’m great. I was wondering if maybe you could find time to squeeze me into your schedule? My house is unusually large and cleaning it is…well it’s too much of a hassle for me anymore.”

“Sure! Whenever you have time I’ll stop by and we can do a walkthrough so I can see what I’m up against and go from there. Sound fair?”

“Are you busy this afternoon? Say around two?”

“Two it is. Now, where exactly am I going mister….”

“Baranova. Aleksandr Baranova. 2401 South Lexington. Green house.”

-X-X-X-X-X-

When Mya ended the call she was more than relieved. Since she had started her business she only had three clients and one was a sweet old lady with a heart of gold but on the other had she had two perverts one who always asked her to do things just to get her to bend over. As degrading and unsettling as it was this a decent paycheck and helping her save up to get a portfolio together so she could get her modeling career off the ground. She needed every dime that she could get, perverts or not. In fact, that was one thing that she was worried about this new guy and if he would be just as bad as the rest of them but that couldn’t worry her so much that she couldn’t do her job properly.

Going into her bedroom she looked through her closet and tried to find something presentable that she could wear and decided on a bright red halter dress with a matching bolero jacket. Slipping into a pair of black flats she went into the bathroom to finish her look with her hair. She gaziantep escort tried several different styles and each time she tried a new one there was something about it she didn’t like. From victory rolls, to a chignon, even a simple bun just wouldn’t do. After a quick glance at the clock she realized she didn’t have a whole lot of time and went with a side-swept look.

Climbing into her Jeep she turned the key and just like always, it started right up. She found comfort in her Jeep knowing that it was reliable, safe, and compared to a lot of gas guzzling SUV’s it didn’t hurt her gas budget too bad. Adjusting her rear view mirror just a tad she pulled away and cursed out loud when she found herself in a traffic jam. Each moment was precious and now her chances of getting there early were shot and the only thing she could do now was hope that she could make it to her appointment on time. Mya was always punctual and that alone was admirable in today’s job market especially with her job. After taking several deep breaths she happened to glance down at her phone and saw that he had sent a text message asking if she would mind meeting a little earlier than that. Sliding out her keyboard she quickly sent a message back and said she would. After hitting send she stared at the traffic jam that moved maybe a few feet and just when all hope seemed lost it picked back up and cars seemed to rocket forward. It turned out to be just an accident and police and the fire department were clearing the road of all debris to avoid any further accidents.

Slowing way down when she turned onto Lexington she followed it for a while until she saw 2399 in bright red letters by the mailbox. Right next to that was a magnificent green house that fit the description and the address. Parking on the street her jaw dropped and heart pounded when a Rolls Royce Phantom slowed down and turned into the driveway right at 2401 and although she wasn’t submerged in the world of cars she knew enough to know Rolls Royce vehicles came with a hefty price tag which meant he was professional and she needed to be on her “A game” even though it was just a cleaning job, a job was a job and that was good enough for her. Climbing out of her jeep she made her way up the walk and stood at the bottom step and waited for him to get out. When he did get out, she had to fight to keep her jaw from dropping at the sheer sight of this man. One thing was certain, his deep voice and thick accent matched his size.

“Are you Mya?” He said as he closed his door and activated the alarm on the car that signaled it was active by two light beeps of the horn.

“That would be me, sir. You have a lovely home and this is only the outside.”

“You may end up rethinking this when you see the inside. By the way you look very lovely, Mya. Do you always dress like this when you come to work?”

“Well, not exactly, sir. I’ve always believed in dressing well when it comes to an interview- that’s what this is, isn’t it?”

“You are a very smart girl, Mya. I’ve always believed the same thing in fact, that is what got me my internship that eventually led to a six figure salary and a Phantom.”

Unlocking the door he pushed it open and waved an arm for her to enter first with a smile on his face. “Ladies first, after all.” Mya tried to hide her blush but a faint shade of pink tinted her cheeks as she stepped inside the massive home and he was right, it was much larger on the inside than it looked. Her jaw finally dropped as she made her way through the foyer and a strong hand touched her shoulder and pointed to the kitchen with a light nod.

“This is the room that gives me the most fits.”

“Well I have no idea why.” There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice but it was all in good fun and the gentle smile and chuckle that she drew from him assured her that he understood that she was in fact, making a joke out of it.

“What I need most is the basic things when it comes to a maid. Someone to clean the kitchen once in the morning and again in the evening. The shower needs daily attention to keep soap scum from building, and of course the carpets vacuumed, hardwood swept and mopped, and once a month I like to steam clean. Does any of this sound too much?”

“No sir. I’m glad to have the opportunity. Is that all you need? I don’t mean to interrupt I was just-“

“You weren’t interrupting. This, miss Mya, would be interrupting. You are asking questions and since you are asking I will answer with no, there is more than that but first could I ask you a question of my own?”

“Of course you can! Fire when ready.”

“Would you relax and stop being so nervous? Think of this as a….casual interview. You have the job I can assure you of that I just want you to be the one to make sure that you aren’t getting in over your head. Now as for what else I need I always need to look my best and I have a suit press and I need to make sure my suits are neatly pressed and hanged in my closet and I keep them color coded and I’ll show you what I use for business, leisure, and of course important events. Other than what I’ve said that is all I need. Any more questions?”

“Only two, sir. My first question is do you have a family or anybody else that lives here? My second is when do I start.

Aleksandr chuckled and looked at the beautiful girl. There was something special about her though he couldn’t quite identify it. She looked like a delicate red flower in a patch of grass. Her beauty was vibrant that could stick out in a sea of people. Extending a hand he offered yet another warm smile.

“Everything is kept up but I’ll be having dinner tonight around six so about 7:30 would be appropriate. To answer your other question I live here alone so no worries of anybody else and in fact should you see someone else I’m sure you know to call the police and leave the house.”

Shaking his hand she nodded to let him know she understood and looked around one last time at the marvelous kitchen and drank in every detail. She ran her fingers over the black granite countertops and looked down at the white and black tile floor. “I think we are at an understanding and I will see you tonight at 7:30 sharp. This really is an amazing house. Is there some room filled with chests of gold and diamonds that I should know about?” Alek simply chuckled and led her out of the house and waved goodbye as he headed back to his car and back to work once more.

-X-X-X-X-

Returning to work he groaned when his stomach rumbled and he realized he hadn’t gotten a single bite to eat because he was showing Mya the house. He couldn’t help but want some good food but he wasn’t about to leave work just to eat and he wanted her to understand exactly what she was getting into. Groaning when he got on the elevator a hand blocked the doors when they went to close and Nate hopped in with him.

“So did you go ahead and give her a call or what?”

“Yeah, she’s going to be working for me as well now.”

“Is she working for you or are you going to be working her? She’s so hot dude the things I-“

“I’d like one conversation on the elevator to be about something other than sex and how girls look. She has a job to do and I’m sure she’s going to do just fine. I’m glad she doesn’t want extra for the size of the house it is big.”

Watching Nate get off with a rotten look on his face he went up to his floor and groaned once more. He was far too hungry for his own good and it would be a few hours before he would be able to get any dinner in him. He was relieved when he remembered that he had a pastrami sandwich left over from yesterdays lunch and that was something to be eaten with great haste. Sitting down at his desk he had just unwrapped his sandwich when his phone rang and it was Jeffrey the neighbor.

“Did you know that some weird little girl was at your house today? I saw her outside and she just rubs me wrong.”

“Jeffrey I let her in. If you are going to be the neighborhood gossip at least make sure you have your facts straight before you do, alright?”

He hit the intercom and told his secretary that he wasn’t taking calls for the next half hour. He did indeed get to devour his sandwich and though Nate was a little obnoxious about it he definitely was right. She looked truly beautiful and to him she looked like a pin up model and nothing slutty or classless but a beautiful, elegant model that could take your breath away and she definitely did even though he didn’t let it show. Now that he had his sandwich in him and thoughts of her cleared from his mind he decided that it was time to actually get some work done.

-X-four excruciatingly long hours later -X-

Grabbing his briefcase he left the office and said his goodbyes to everybody and made his way to his parking spot he put his briefcase back in its spot and left his prison-like building in the rear view mirror and headed straight for traffic which was surprisingly light, considering he took the back roads and found himself in his driveway with a beautiful blonde pin-up model waiting in her Jeep. Waving to her he watched her hop out and make her way up the walk and allow him to let her in.

“It’s barely six and you are already here? You like to be early, don’t you Mya?”

“Well I was thinking that I could cook you dinner tonight. You sounded so sad when you said you would be eating alone I couldn’t let you do that. So I am going to go in there and make something out of whatever you have.”

“That is…really sweet and kind of you Mya.”

“I don’t like it when people have to spend meals alone. Especially a suave, sophisticated man like yourself.”

He smiled and led her in and she quickly made her way to the kitchen and started rummaging through the fridge. She pulled out the ground pork and the ground beef as well as everything she needed to make spaghetti and meatballs. Little did she know, however, that it was one of his favorite dishes. “You’re not allowed in here, either!” She called out as she started mixing the meatballs together and adding the seasonings.

Between the pasta, meatballs, and making sauce from scratch dinner took her a long hour and a half. She looked over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes when she saw him standing there in pajama pants and a tee shirt.

“How long have you been in here mister peeker?”

“Long enough to smell something really good. I just took a shower…you know that would explain the wet hair and smelling good.”

She put his plate on the table and he took the liberty of pouring two glasses of rich wed wine to go with it. Sitting down he stared at the heaping mound of pasta covered in the rich sauce and golf ball sized meatballs and dug in. She spent the first little bit watching him eat but soon joined in and giggled when his plate was practically gone.

“Now go along and do something while I do all the dishes and get this place spic and span.”

He would do just that but when he got up he took his plate to the sink where she was already rinsing pans. Reaching across her to put his plate in the sink his forearm brushed lightly against her chest and he could have sworn her nipples were rock hard! Going back into the living room he sat down and watched some television but his mind was on her breasts and though he tried not to think about them he was getting hard as a rock.

“Mya I’m going to go up to my room. Lock the door on your way out, would you?”

He didn’t wait for her to answer back he was too turned on at this point. Going into his room he locked the door and put in a DVD that had a strawberry blonde girl on her knees completely naked with a face full of cum. He turned the volume down to where he could hear it but it wasn’t easily heard by anybody outside his room. Sitting on the bed he pulled his cock from the opening in his pajama pants and quickly started stroking his cock furiously though the beautiful strawberry blonde faded and he thought about Mya taking him down her throat. It wasn’t even a full six minutes and he had exploded all over his hand, the bottom of his shirt, and of course his pajama pants.

Panting heavily he froze when he heard her coming up the stairs and he turned the television off and smiled when he heard her heading to the bathroom giving him enough time to change his clothes and then get on fresh ones though he had no idea how to explain why his clothes needed to be washed especially when he already took a shower. Instead of entering she lightly tapped on the door and cleared her throat.

“The dishes are done and I put the leftovers in a bowl for you tomorrow. I’m going to go home now did you need anything?”

“No…I’m fine….you can go on…”

“Are you alright, Mr. B?”

“Yeah…everything is great. You can go home thank you.”

-X-X-X-X-

She indeed did go home but the entire way there she couldn’t help but wonder if he had purposely meant to touch her chest by reaching across her or if that was accident. It seemed innocent enough so why should she worry? It wasn’t like he was groping her or trying to have his way with her at the sink or something. So instead of making a big deal she went home seeing as how he was the last visit of the day and took a long hot bath and then went to bed by the time the clock ready 10:30 P.M.

That morning when Mya woke up she got dressed today was a work day so it was a simple pair of blue jeans and a red tee shirt and a pair of tennis shoes. She visited each of her houses and checked off every item off of their lists and anxiously got to Aleksandr’s house and quickly went to work. She worked vigorously until it was time to leave she was surprised by him coming in the door.

“Oh, hello Mr. Baranova. I was just leaving I’ve completed everything you asked and even did your laundry. Is there anything else?”

“You know you are working extra hard and if you keep this pace up you’re looking at a raise. I don’t think you get paid nearly enough, to tell you the truth.”

“Thank you, Mr.-“

“You can call me Aleksandr, or Alek. Pick which ever feels most comfortable for you.”

“Al…right Mr…I mean Alek.”

He smiled and when she went to leave he brushed up against her, this time his hand swung back and brushed against her ass and it felt so firm and all he could think of was her beautiful body uncovered and naked. He went about his lunchtime habits as usual and if it meant getting to see his beautiful maid more often he would come home every day for lunch. He ate his spaghetti and meatballs but for some reason all he wanted was Mya in the kitchen again. Luckily for him, he would get to see her that night.

-X-X-X-X-

As she went about her day all Mya could think about was the second coincidence that she couldn’t quite get over. How could his hand just barely brush across her ass today, and yesterday his arm touched her breasts? She couldn’t stop thinking about him and how badly she wanted to just ask him if he wanted her and if he did to just say it. Fortunately for her the rest of her day went swimmingly and she wasn’t held up by anybody other than Nathan who kept offering her drinks and complimenting her. It was clear what he wanted but it was clear to her what he was not going to get.

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