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I tried to dismiss the patter on the rooftop as typical house noises, but the calamity in the living room was unavoidable. My first instincts pointed to a robber. There had to be some pretty sick individuals in the world to want to break into a house on Christmas Eve, but in today’s world you had to expect everything, right? I grabbed my bat and discreetly descended the stairs.

The rumblings got louder as I neared. The footsteps made it seem like this dick was heading back in forth between two places. It made me wonder why no one else in the house (my parents and my little sister) had heard anything. Oh well, I was a big guy, I’d take care of this myself and be the Christmas hero.

I took refuge behind a wall and tried to think of something. I really should have planned out better how I was going to do this, but all I could picture was the accolades I’d be getting from my parents and the cops while they took the asshole away. But alas, I did peer over the side of the wall to see what I was up against. Boy, was I shocked to see what I did!

There wasn’t a tough guy in all black and in a ski mask. No, there was a broad! She was bent over while taking something out of a sack. She then moved to put it out somewhere that was out of my line of vision. The peculiar thing was that she wore what resembled a Santa outfit, only skimpier. It was short red strapless dress with a frilly looking skirt that was outlined with white. As accessories, she had thin red gloves that reached her elbows, knee length black boots that complimented her nice white thighs superbly, and a Santa hat (big ball and all) atop her blonde head.

“Stop right there!” I asserted.

She turned around swiftly. Seeing my bat, her blue eyes widened and her arms flew into the air. With her full profile in my vision now, I noted that her breasts were huge!

“Woah!” she exclaimed. “Oh, it’s only you Danny.”

That was not something I expected to hear. I quizzed how the hell she knew that piece of information. “Ok, who the hell are you and how do you know my name?”

“I know all Danny. After all, I am Santa Claus,” she proclaimed while posing for me. “For example, I know that you’ve been a naughty boy. That’s quite the porn collection in your bottom drawer. Miss March is your go-to gal, isn’t she?”

I was floored with how she knew that, but I didn’t want to give it to her. “First, it’s Daniel. No one’s called me Danny since mecidiyeköy escort elementary school. Second, you can’t be Santa. Santa’s old and fat and a real slob in my books. Third, he ain’t real!”

“It figures you would say that. You….hey! Look up here please.” I was staring at her fun bags. How could I not? They were humongous! She continued. “As I was saying, you stopped believing in me before all the other kids did.”

“What did you expect ‘Santa’? I wanted Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles on Nintendo and I didn’t get it while all the other kids did. That’s enough to traumatize any 7 year old.”

“You had that game already. You broke it. You just can’t ask for stuff every time you mess up.”

She had me there. I was pretty careless with my possessions back in the day. Maybe her knowing that did prove she was the guy from the North Pole. Well, actually, it didn’t explain why Santa was a hot model instead of an old crinkly dude…not that I was complaining or anything. I’d take her over him any day. My dick pointed to the same sentiments.

“So why are you hot?” That didn’t come out right. “Why are you, you?” That wasn’t much better. Oi…

She laughed at my fumbling. “Ol’ Nick retired a few years ago. As his replacement, they wanted someone more youthful, agile, feminine, and oh yeah, downright hot! So they chose me: Bambi!” She spread at her arms as if to present herself to the world.

I could only snicker at that. “Bambi? Santa’s replacement is a chick named Bambi? Bambi as in the deer whose mother gets shot?”

Bambi was unimpressed by my jokes. She dropped her arms. “Hey! We do not talk about deer being shot!” She leaned in closer and whispered. “The reindeer are super sensitive to that kind of talk.” She closed with a sexy wink and smile.

“What you doing here anyways? Like you said, I stopped believing in Santa a long time ago. And I’m old for presents now anyways.”

“You may have stopped believed, but Michelle hasn’t. You’re staring at my tits again by the way.” Michelle was my little sister. And yes, I was fixated on her festive breasts. She was just too hot!

“Hmm, true.” I said while switching my focus to her face.

“Now, would you help me unload the rest of these gifts so I can get out of here?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Thus, for the next five minutes I helped her unpack her sack. Of course, while I chit chatted with her, maslak eskort I snuck more than a few glances at her. Her dress hung down slightly at her chest, exposing more of her delightful cleavage. Her breasts looked like they were going to slip, nay, EXPLODE, out of that top. I titled my head back to look at her ass. Her dress rode up so it sat just below her ass cheeks. Her well rounded buttocks wiggled as she positioned the wrapped gifts perfectly under the Christmas tree. My skin swelled and my cock tingled at the sight of her hot body.

“Well there’s one last thing to do…”

“What’s that?”

“Drink my milk and cookies.” Bambi looked over to the plate where the treats formerly were. “Where are they?”

I blushed. “Oh, um, I ate them.” Santa crossed her arms across her cleavage and looked unimpressed. I thought she looked extremely hot while angry. “Like I said, I thought you weren’t real and I got hungry! Sorry, we don’t have any more.”

She uncrossed her arms and lightened the expression on her face. “That’s OK, I have my own.”

And with that, she folded down her dress and freed her Christmas melons. I popped at the sight of her creamy white knockers. They were so large, round and to die for. Her areolas were small and pink, and her nipples were at full attention. So was my cock.

Then Bambi took one of her huge mounds in her hands and lifted it to her. With her pearly blue orbs looking at me, she licked her nipple. That set me off completely. I had to have some!

“Would you like to try some of my milk, Danny boy?” Bambi said.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” I responded while rushing to her.

I attached my lips to a teat and just sucked. I didn’t know how such a young woman could be lactating. Then again, I had just been convinced that Santa was real and was really a model so I suppose I could let this one go. For now, her milk was the sweetest thing.

“You like that, huh?”

“Mmm, yeah…I want it all…” I said between drinks.

“And so you shall have it all.”

So there we stood in the middle of my living room. I emptied out her milky white breasts and she, well, was more than obliged to allow me. The suction was hard. A thick and potent stream hit my tongue and invaded my senses. I felt the liquid go down my inner pipes and settle in my belly. My cock itched with the physical and mental feeling of tasting a beautiful woman’s fatih eskort milk.

I was bent on sucking this mound dry, but Bambi gently clutched the sides of my head and raised my vision towards her face. Then without warning, her smiling face neared close to mine and kissed me on my milk coated lips.

Again, without saying a word, she released me and directed me to the other unattended nipple. The white river flowed just as freely into my bay. My stomach was filling and I could feel it. I couldn’t control myself. I just wanted more, more, and even then some more. I was surely making her nipples sore but, with no complaints from her, I figured her to be enjoying it as much as I was.

She lifted me off her breasts. I stood there in near inebriation as I awaited what more she had for me.

“Did my milk hit the spot for you?”

“Uh huh,” I dazedly nodded.

“Well, then,” She said emphatically. She flirted with her fuzzy red skirt. “You should try my cookies as well…”

She placed her hand on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. I knelt there, facing her lower private regions. Bambi slowly hiked up her skirt, revealing her beautiful pussy lips. Then she forced me by the hair into her cunt. I just loved how controlling she was. Yet, I still had the freedom to go where I wanted. Like her sweet vagina for example: wherever my tongue may roam, it did. I tickled her clit. I brushed her outer regions. Her scent and taste overtook my senses.

“How do my cookies taste, Danny?”

“Mmmm,” I moaned between slurps. “Like heaven…”

Boy did I love her cookies! Munch, munch, munch…slurp, slurp, slurp…I was a kid again! All thanks to Bambi Claus. This went on for minutes. I fed my appetitive desires with her sweet dessert. Just when I thought this was going to go on forever, she halted the festivities.

“Stop, Danny,” She directed while forcing my attention off her pussy. “As much as I’d like to feed you my cookies and milk all night, I have more deliveries.”

She bent down and handed me the most tantalizing lip lock. Then she pushed me back onto the hardwood floor. I lifted my head to see her fixing her dress. She covered her dripping tits and lowered the skirt on her wet pussy. She was going to be really hot and bothered for the rest of her night. I was sure of that.

“Goodbye, Danny boy,” She waved while standing in front of the fireplace. “See you next Christmas Eve. Hopefully you’ll provide the milk and cookies though.”

She winked and then, as if by magic, she was sucked up the chimney. As I stared up at the ceiling with my cock still at attention, I could hear the patter of multiple sets of legs and a sweet voice urging on her team.

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The following is transcribed from Facebook Messenger. It’s my fantasy of what I will do when Natalie (name obviously changed) finally submits to the fact that we are sexual soul mates.

*****

Me: You want to hear what I thought about?

Nat: Yes

Me: So first I would tell you how to dress, nothing crazy but cut offs, a tank top (or tight t-shirt), and flip-flops. No crazy makeup I love your face it’s so beautiful and exotic/ sultry, but your fingers and toes have to be painted a bright slutty color like red or bright pink.

Even if it’s too cold to be comfortable just to test you, and no bra.

Then the location changes but today it was a motel somewhere kinda seedy where people who see you would be wondering your intentions. As soon as the door closes I push you up against it, picking you up and kissing you. Pushing so you can feel my cock hard against your pussy.

Then I’d carry you to the bed my tongue fighting with yours the whole time, with my hands under your arms so I can throw you the last 5 feet to the bed.

Nat: WOW.

Nat: I have no words other than that.

Me: rus escort Then if you followed my directions you’d get a reward. A long slow full body massage where I’d first strip your clothes off like you were a goddess in the flesh. Before rubbing from your neck down to your feet, slowly sensually like pleasing your body was the only thing that mattered to me.

If you didn’t follow them then you would get punished

I would make you bend over face down ass up and I’d spank you (and this teacher has a metal ruler) in the middle of the bed making you thank me and count after every hit.

Either way when the massage (that I would do naked so you could feel my thick cock between your ass cheeks, teasing you as I rub your back and spine) or the punishment were finished I’d sweetly kiss up your spine (Ok prolly start at your asshole) to your neck. Moving along I’d nibble your ear and when you are the most relaxed I’d grab you by your head and pull you off the bed right down to the floor on your knees and make you worship my manhood with your tongue and those movie star lips. Slapping istanbul eskort your face with my cock call you a few pre approved names before letting you do your thing. I’d rarely be fucking your mouth or pushing my cock down your throat just enough to let you know who was in charge (mmmm maybe you can be the first to make me cum with your mouth).

Mmmm next? Push you down so you suck and and lick my balls. Look down right at you making eye contact as you lick lower, rimming my ass like the naughty little slut you are.

God, I wouldn’t last long! I would have to fuck you, maybe just right there on the floor or I’d pull you up to the bed, push you down on your back

Next, using my legs to push your long sexy legs wide open, half forcing myself onto you half sliding. Kissing your from your breasts up to your lips so I could see the pleasure im your face as I finally fill you.

As you get aclimated to my size I’d want more my slow shallow strokes get deeper. When your moans let me knke you can take more I’d grab your legs one at a time. Kissing you from your knee down to your taksim eskort perfect feet, licking from yout ankle to your arch, sucking each of yo

your toes like little cocks as I put your legs on my shoulders so I can just slam into you.

Grabbing your hair tight with one hand and kissing you, my other hand mauling your tits as I pound that milf pussy deep.

Sliding forward rolling you like a pretzel, reaching down and using your wetness to lube my finger I tease your ass while fucking your pussy.

Until finally I couldn’t hold it anymore and I push into you so hard it almost knocks the wind out of you. As deep as I can get inside that wet milf pussy I’d give you all of my cum.

I’d switch gears back to kissing you softly down your body with a few little nips down your stomach to your cum filled pussy and start licking that creampied pussy and that tight little asshole until you beg me to stop.

… that was what I thought about.

Nat: OMG OMG

Nat: I am in the bathroom and I can’t be in here forever lol but i, want to be

Nat: This is the best thing I’ve ever read in my life

Nat: Lol

Me: : -)

Me: I love that you think that and reacted that way. I was on pins and needles waiting for your response.

Nat: I’m sorry it takes so long.

Nat: Believe me I’ve been thinking of you.

Nat: Like every min lately.

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Chapter 13. Mike W. (May 2004)

It was an unusually hot weekend for mid-May and on the Sunday afternoon hubby suggested driving over to B. Country Park. Sounded good to me so off we went.

Parking the car we set out on one of the main paths but had only been walking for five minutes or so when, typically, John decided he needed the loo. So back he went to use the toilets at the car park while I continued walking slowly onwards.

After a minute or two a guy appeared from a side path and falling into step alongside said, “Fine day for the time of the year, isn’t it.”

I agreed and we continued to converse while walking along the path side by side. His name was Mike, a slim bearded guy in his mid-forties, and I realised I was being chatted up when he commented that I looked incredibly sexy in my tight fitting jeans.

“Emphasizes your shapely bum,” he told me. “You’re an attractive woman all round.”

Well having turned 40 a few days earlier Mike’s compliments were music to my ears.

“Your flattery could get you almost anywhere.” I laughed. “Perhaps it’s just as well there are too many people about.”

“No problem there,” he said quickly. “I know a secluded spot outside the country park. There’s a small gap in the fence at the far end of the park giving access to farmland.”

It was just then that hubby caught up with us at a run, puffing and panting with the unaccustomed exertion.

“I think I’m being propositioned.” I told him and introduced them.

“Ah, a potential paramour.” J. said, shaking Mike’s hand.

“Oops, sorry mate thought she was on her own.”

“No problem.” J. told him and as the three of us continued to walk I told hubby about the secluded spot Mike had mentioned.

“Well the weather’s warm enough for outdoor sex, what şişli escort about it?” J asked me, though knew he didn’t really need to.

“Show us the spot.” I said to Mike in answer to hubby question.

Mike was looking confused by this time so I told him that J. likes watching me with other men.

“Nothing I like better.” J. confirmed. “If you’re comfortable performing with an audience that is.”

“Yea I’d have no trouble there, in fact it might be a big turn on to screw your wife in front of you.”

Little more was said while Mike led us to a gap in the hedge, across a field, and came to a halt in a sheltered spot overlooking a small stream.

“Perfect,” hubby said looking about and touching the grass. “Seems nice and dry.”

Hubby took the jacket which I’d been carrying from my hand and pushing me towards Mike said, “Be my guest, whatever you want to do with my wife’s fine by me.”

Now some guys are hesitant to begin with when hubby is present, not so Mike though. Pulling me to him he kissed me fiercely while pinching and pulling my bottom. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my body and teased Mike that it didn’t take much to get him going.

“I haven’t had it for ages,” he grunted, breaking free to undo my jeans.

“Let me, you’re all thumbs.” I chided, pushing his hands away.

Undoing my jeans I took them off and continued undressing watched by Mike, who was rubbing the front of his cord trousers. As soon as my bra was off Mike grabbed my breasts to bury his face between them. It was left for hubby to ease my panties down and off while I clung to Mike, enjoying the feel of his mouth on my nipples. It was also hubby who took Mike’s hand and guided it between my thighs, a look of surprise appearing on the guys face.

“Perhaps beşiktaş eskort you’d also like to put my cock inside your wife’s cunt,” he grinned facetiously.

“Yes, that would be great!”

“You’re really into this sort of thing aren’t you,” a rather bemused looking Mike said.

By this time his fingers were slipping in and out of my cunt in a very delightful manner, my little cries of pleasure becoming louder.

“Oh yes,” hubby assured him. “There’s nothing I like better than watching Sandi receive a good fucking.”

“Get it out for me then.” Mike said, turning slightly towards hubby while continuing to finger me.

Hubby knelt and I looked down to see his hands eagerly unbuckling Mike’s belt. Undoing the guys cord trousers hubby tugged them down, taking his underpants with them. Mike, growing more and more excited by the minute, pushed his genitals into hubbies face.

“Suck my cock,” he snapped, suddenly becoming more dominant.

I wasn’t surprised when hubby opened his mouth and to accept Mike’s cock, it wasn’t the first time and is unlikely to be the last that J sucked a guy’s cock.

“I could never have imagined anything like this in my wildest dreams!” Mike crowed, fingering me while hubby sucked his cock.

I surprised Mike even more then by kneeling and licking his balls, hubby continuing to suck his cock. Next we swapped round and I sucked Mike’s cock while hubby licked his balls.

“Fuck, I can’t take anymore of this!” Mike gasped and pushed me backwards onto the grass.

He mounted me and I spread my legs eagerly as his cock drove into my cunt.

“You said I could put it in.” Hubby’s voice had a plaintive edge to it.

“Next time. I’m gonna fuck your wife at least twice.” Mike told him. “Now watch, play fulya eskort with yourself if it turns you on, while I give it to her.”

I wrapped my legs round Mike’s body while he fucked me and from the corner of my eye saw hubby masturbating while he watched. Mike didn’t last long; I hadn’t expected him to, and with a cry of, “I’m coming, filling your wife’s cunt with hot cream,” it was over.

Mike staggered to his feet and laughed to see my red faced hubby’s hand covered in cum. There was a sly grin on Mike’s face as he said to J, “On your knees again and lick my cock clean, taste your wife’s cunt juices on it.”

Mike’s laughter rang out again when he saw the eagerness with which hubby dropped to his knees and did as he was told. Moving to Mike’s rear I reached between his thighs. Stroking his balls, I kissed and licked Mike’s bum cheeks, soon allowing my tongue to drift down between them. What with hubby sucking his cock as well Mike was quickly erect again and ready for more.

Telling me to get down on all fours Mike moved into position at my rear.

“Now, this is what you want. Take my cock and insert it into your wife’s cunt.”

The fingers which spread my lips were also hubby’s and as Mike’s cock glided inside me I heard both guys sigh heavily. Hubby remained kneeling beside us as gripping my thighs Mike began fucking me.

“You like this do you, watching my big hard cock drilling your wife’s cunt?”

“Oh yes!” Hubby sounded breathless.

Mike’s fingers ran through my pubic hair to locate and stimulate my clitoris as he fucked me. Suddenly leaning over to grab my swaying breasts Mike hissed in my ear, “Hubby’s coming in his hand again and I’m soon going to do the same, but up your cunt.”

Within seconds the words proved correct, his cock jerking and releasing his semen into my depths. Mike rocked back on his heels, his cock remaining imbedded inside me.

“That was fucking good!”

Not all that surprisingly Mike wanted to meet up again but as he lives in town, just a few miles away, we decided he’s too close for comfort and declined.

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“Be back at 10:00?” asked the voice of 18 year-old Adrienne Miner. She held onto the arm of her 19 year-old boyfriend, kissing his neck as he sat in the driver’s seat, dropping her off at work.

“For the millionth time, yes. Now go on.” he said, opening her door from the inside as she gave him one last kiss and got out.
“I love you” she said, leaning into the open window, giving him her sweetest look. He smiled back at her, put the car into gear and simply said “I love you too”. And with that, he stepped on the gas, peeling out of the parking lot and leaving Adrienne left in a cloud of dust as well as a cloud of love.

She sighed and started walking up to the the staff room door of the bird sanctuary, where she worked. She opened the door with a cheery smile, dropped her bag and made her rounds with the employees.

“Morning Janet, morning Jim, morning Emily.” she turned around to face the opposite corner and saw what looked like a 19 year-old man sitting in a chair, drying his hands with a green towel.

“Ahem” she said. The man looked up at her and gave her a ‘what-do-you-want?’ expression. “And you are…”

“Mike Algera” he said, walking over to her and offering his hand to her. “You’re Adrienne” he said as she shook his hand. She gave him a confused looked and he answered the question she was thinking “They told me about you”.

Adrienne smiled, still shaking his hand; there was something charming about him. She quickly let go of his hand and they both stood there in silence, looking each other up and down. She finally realized something and accidentally said it out loud.

“I have a boyfriend.” she blurted out. She clapped her hand over her mouth and looked confused, thinking, why did I say that? She looked back up at Mike and saw he was looking at the floor. She could see it; disappointment. She felt bad, because for the first time in the two years of dating her boyfriend, she was attracted to someone else; could she really let this go? She touched his arm and said is a quieter voice. “But that’s okay”. Again, she couldn’t belive she had just said this, but she just walked away before anything else could slip out.

That night, Adrienne went over to her boyfriends apartment to stay the night – again. She and her boyfriend were lying on his bed, listening to romantic music and kissing like mad; but she was in a totally different place. He pulled back and looked at her.

“Something wrong?” he asked, stroking her hair with concern. Adrienne snapped back to life and quickly shook her head.

“No, nothing wrong. Ever. Why would something be wrong, Victor?” she rambled. He just gave her a confused looked.

“You seem totally out of it and usually by now, we’re ripping off each others clothes.” he said. she could tell what he wanted. “But… maybe I know what would cheer you up.”

With that, he unbuttoned her blouse and slowly kissed his way down her. In between her amble breasts and pass her tanned, flat stomach – stopping to play with her navel ring with his tongue. He slowly undid her pants and opened them enough to reveal a sheer thong. He kissed her there for a while, playing with her panties with his teeth and eventually started to pull down her denim jeans. He grabbed a hold of her panties with his teeth and slowly maneuvered them off of her slender hips and past her soft thighs. Once the pants and panties were off, he licked her left leg up until he was in between her thighs and had a perfect view of her shaved pussy. He gave it a quick lick and her a faint moan from above him.

He began to slowly tease her bağcılar eskort cliterous, sucking on her lips, pressing his tongue against it. Victor was right, this did make her feel better. She squirmed as she moaned quietly, getting higher and higher with each lick and suck. She grabbed onto his shirt at the shoulders and slowly lifted it over his head. Victor began to work his fingers into her pussy as he continued licking and sucking on her clit.

“Mmm… Victor, yes….” she moaned a bit louder. Her heart beat faster and she began to thrust her hips in his face, encouraging him to keep licking and fingering. Her breathing became heavier as her moans got louder and louder, progressing to screams as she reached her limit. “Oh God…. Victor! Victor! Yes!… mmm… Oh yeah, Vic. OH! YES! AH! AH! Little more, baby, yes…” Victor fingered harder and harder, licking and sucking more vigorously as she screamed louder, climaxing. She grabbed ahold of the mattress, then her body went limp.

Victor sat up and lay on top of her, kissing her neck, caressing her hips. He could hear her still catching her breath. Then like it was nothing, she rolled him over and sat on top of him, quickly undoing his pants. He had a hard-on ever since he had started eating her out but now his seven and a half inch cock showed clearly through his pants. She ripped of his pants and just as quickly disposed of his white boxer briefs. She tore off her own shirt and bra so that they were both lying naked on the bed.

“Adrienne, I don’t have a rubber.” He quickly threw in.

“Who cares. I’m on the pill, I just need this.” she said, bending down to lick the head on his erect prick. She slowly sucked on it for a minute but then she was thrown onto her back. She looked around. “Hey, Vic, what the hell is – AH!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Victor had rammed his erection into her with no mercy, going as fast as any man could and pounding harder and harder into her with every beat. Adrienne grabbed onto the bedposts and screamed so that the entire apartment building could hear.

“AUGH! UGH! OH MY FUCKING GOD!AAAAHHH! AH! AH! GOD YES! GO ON! HARDER! AAAHHH! FUCK ME! YES! YES! YES! AHH! MM! YES! OH GOD…” She couldn’t stop screaming, the only thing louder than he screamed were the bedsprings creaking. Victor was sweating profusely, panting like a dog, throwing his head back in pleasure, occasionally screaming “OH GOD” himself. He lifted up Adrienne’s bouncing ass a bit and slapped it several times; each time sending her screaming even louder with joy. He could tell she was climaxing but decided to make her hold it out; he liked hearing her scream. “VICTOR! OH GOD VICTOR! YEAH! COME ON BABY! UGH! YES! YES! HARDER… HARDER… OH GOD YEAH, SPANK ME! FUCK ME… GOD YEAH, OH FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH! OH! OH! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH! GIVE IT TO ME! NOW! NOW! AHHHHH! AHHHH! MMM! AAAHHHHH!” He finally let it go and the screaming stopped, it was only heavy breathing now.

They lay there in each others arms for a few minutes, Victor fondling his girlfriend and kissing her when he asked;

“So,what was wrong earlier?”

Adrienne just starred at the ceiling and said “I don’t know…”

The next day, Adrienne didn’t even tell Victor she loved him before she went into work. Sure, the sex was absolutely ground-shattering, as all of the residents heard last night, but she couldn’t tell him she loved him under these conditions.

She walked into work, but wasn’t cheery. She said hello to everyone, but not in the same voice. Later, Emily came zeytinburnu eskort up to her.

“What’s the matter Aid? Didn’t get laid last night?” Emily joked. Adrienne just laughed.

“Em, you have no idea. The sex was the best we’ve ever had and dammit, we have had orgasms to the moon! We’ve had sex all night! We’ve done it all! But oh my God… I think I woke up the entire apartment building.” They both had a laugh. Then Adrienne noticed someone in the doorway. She quick looked closer to see who it was; Mike. Had he heard the entire conversation?

“So, now I know that you’re no virgin.” He said, walking past her. Yep; he heard. Adrienne looked around and saw that Emily was gone; she decided to do this now. She looked at Mike with a sultry look and walked over to him, touching his arm.

“You could have found out another way.” She said, her face awfully close to his. As wrong as this was, she was getting so horny right there. Mike let out a nervous breath; she could tell he was getting hot.

“Not here, I couldn’t. And besides, that boyfriend of yours wouldn’t be too happy if he were around.” He said in an equally calm voice. Adrienne pressed her stomach against him and felt his prick growing larger. To tease him, she let out a low moan, breathing her hot breath onto his ear. She felt him shudder.

“That’s one of the qualities of him not working here.” Adrienne whispered, giving him a hot look. She felt his crotch grow even larger and decided that this was the drawing point for now. “I have work to do.” She said and she walked away, leaving Mike and his erection alone.

“Shit…” said Mike and he rushed for the bathroom.

“Wow… looks like we’re finished up early.” said Janet, the supervisor, at 9:30. “Well, I have to be at a meeting, so Adrienne or Mike, do you think one of you two could lock up? She and Mike looked at each other; perfect. She nodded and Janet handed over the keys to leave them to it.

Mike and Adrienne walked back in and threw the keys on the table.

“So when do the visitors start coming?” Mike asked casually. Adrienne turned her back to him.

“10:30” she said. She turned back around to face him. “When do you start cumming?” As corny as it was, it seemed to trigger something in Mike because once again, his bulge increased. Mike was now sitting in a chair so Adrienne walked over to him and knelt down in front of him. Quickly, his prick was standing at attention.

She slowly pulled down his zipper and opened up his pants to find a shock; no underwear. Adrienne gave him a surprised look but Mike’s face was still frozen. She ran her fingers through his pubes and slowly brought out his dick; and what dick. At least nine and a half inches, and Adrienne couldn’t wait to deal with this baby. Without hesitation, she quickly wrapped her lips around the crown of his cock and began to flick her tongue, teasing it. She began to slide her mouth and hands up and down it, handling it like it were a baby but sucking on it like it were a popsicle. Mike grabbed the arms of the chair and let out a grunt as she gently dragged her teeth on it, causing an arousing sensation; he let out a moan and a few laboured breaths. Adrienne increased her speed, licking, sucking, kissing, squeezing. She did everything she could to bring him to the edge.

“Oh God…” he gasped. “Oh… mmm… ah…” He was panting as he tried to hold back his load, increasing the pleasure. He could feel he cum burning, itching to just burst out and squirt all over this woman’s face. He was moaning really loudly by güngören eskort now, which just made Adrienne hotter and made her want more of this man’s huge dick in her mouth. She began to deep throat it, letting the head of his dick hit the back of her mouth over and over, really hard. “Aaah… Ahhhh….. mmm… oh… hah… oh… ooooo… God… I… Aaaaah!!” Adrienne took her mouth off just in time to get his cum all over her face and neck. She wiped her finger on her neck and tasted his juices, which resulted in her cleaning off her entire face by her swallowing it. Now she was hot as hell and need it right there, but Mike didn’t hesitate.

He got off the chair and pinned her on the floor. Even though he had just had an amazing blowjob, Adrienne could feel him stiffening up again. He lifted her shirt over her head and undid her bra with impressive speed. As soon as she was bra-less, he immediately seized one of her well-rounded breasts and began to suck on it, varying pressure, licking the nipple. Now Adrienne was ready to scream at the top of her lungs but she managed to hold it in while she ripped off her own pants and panties. By now, Mike had stripped himself of pants and shirts and his sweaty body was sticking to hers. She whispered in his ear to fuck her. He stopped taking care of her breast and teased her pussy by running his dick along the outside of it, tracing it’s well-contoured edges.

“Oh god! Stick it in me, Mike!” she yelled. He slowly slid his huge hard prick into her moist and soaking wet slit; she let out a moan of relief.

“Want it fast or slow?” he whispered in her ear.

“Fast… but make it last really long.” Mike smiled; he knew how to do this like an art. He no sooner got his answer when he started pounding his well-endowed cock into her dripping cunt. Adrienne let own a loud scream followed by “Oh God! Faster!!” This was Mike’s kind of girl, the rough kind. Always wanting it harder, faster, dirtier; never wanting to be quiet or be slow and romantic. This woman screamed like a banshee.

“Oh dear God… GO! AAAHHHH! OH! YES! AH! AH! AH! HIGHER! HIGHER! YEAH THATS IT! MMMMM… Oh fuck yes. Fuck me, Mike, FUCK ME! AAHH! POUND it in there, POUND IT! MIKE! OH MIKE! God YES!” there wasn’t a trace of her boyfriend in her mind, last night’s sex was nothing compared to this. The feeling of danger, the feeling that she had a boyfriend, the feeling that she was having sex on the floor in a public place was better than any orgasm. But, to complete it, she was having an orgasm at the same time.

Mike leaned closer to her, increasing his speed and tried to whisper but couldn’t be heard over her screams. Eventually he yelled through moans of ecstacy “OH GOD YES! SCREAM LOUDER HUN! YES! GO ON! Scream louder and I’ll fuck your brains out even more.” As much as it sounded like a threat, Adrienne began letting out blood curdling screams. The thought of him fucking her harder seemed impossible but she wanted to experience it, just in case it did exist.

“Oh come on Daddy, COME ON DADDY! CUM BABY! OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! Ooohhh… stick it in me further, as hard as you can.” He did. “AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! OH MY FUCKING- AAAAHHH! AH! AH! OH! my GOD! FUUUUUUCK MEEE! GO ON DADDY! OH FUCK YOUR LITTLE BABY, FUCK ME!!” The sex seemed to be going on forever but in the next minute or two:

“AAAAAHHHHHH! OH GOD! Oh God… oh my…” They both climaxed as Mike shot out his load in her juicy cunt. Adrienne was still moaning, trying to catch her breath. She turned to Mike. “Where the fuck… do you learn… this stuff? My… God… thats better than… Victor… last night.” She let out a few last moans and looked at her watch. 10:11. “Oh fuck. Victor’s here… a long time ago.”

After that day, she never and Mike only ever exchanged looks, but never cum. As much as she missed it, she was sure she would get it again.

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It is a typical Saturday morning. You have just gotten out of bed.

The sound of spatula, pan and sizzle from the kitchen as you see me cooking us up a nice full English breakfast.

Buttered toast, hot sausages, bacon, beans, grilled tomatoes, and eggs with cheese and mushroom, just the way you like them. You walk up behind me and give me a peck on the neck, I smile and turn back giving you one on your forehead.

I ask you to sit down at our table on the balcony, neatly laid out by me, plates, glasses and all.

You do as I bring you all of it, a smorgasbord of delectable delights on this crisp morning. I pour you a tall glass of chilled cold coffee and we sit down to dig in…

The birds are chirping, as we eat, talk and laugh our way through the meal. Soon, with clean plates and the last bite of my toast, I finish up and lean back in my chair in contentment. I look at you, with adoration and a hint of something else flashing in my eyes.

“Clear the table,” I say without any kind of tone or enunciation.

You are a bit startled, but of course comply for no other reason than that I asked.

You stand up and begin to clear your side, before coming around to mine. You take mine away as well, all the while as I look at you with a steady gaze. I sip my cold coffee as you return from the kitchen. I continue to look outside our balcony at the buildings next to our high-rise.

Reaching down, I unzip the fly on my jeans, and pull out my thick and veiny cock.

“Strip,” I say, without even looking at your general direction.

Not expecting it, and yet not sure as to what I had in store, you hesitate.

Perhaps it was you mind hard at work, or the years of training that I had put you through, but the thought of my belly being full, now instantly reminded you to empty my balls.

I look at you now, stroking my hardening cock slowly etiler eskort for emphasis, with full eye contact and a hand wrapped around my meat pole as I stroke it. The visible glisten of my precum now at the dome of my shaft.

You begin to undress, taking your top and little short skirt off, till you stand there, naked at the edge of my balcony. Your glittering eyes, yearning for the chance to have your luscious lips doing something absolutely incorrigible. Full, heavy breasts heaving as their dark chocolate tips harden with excitement. The full bush covering your womanhood as your wide, birthing hips taper behind you at a pouting derriere, jutting out.

“Suck.”

I see you now, getting down on all fours as you crawl to me, with your round ass up in the air with almost feline sensuality. You get under the table and rub your face into my thigh, asking for permission to proceed.

I stroke the top of your head with my palm in approval, petting you, as you begin to rub your face up against my shaft. The heavy, musky scent of my precum is intoxicating to you, as you feel a tingling sensation at the back of your neck, making its way to your now painfully hard nipples and an electric slit that is now getting wetter by the second.

I slide my leg forward casually, as you straddle it with delight, rubbing your tits on my thighs, while you gingerly hump my shin. Your face now completely engrossed in the bliss of my manhood rubbing up against it, as you unconsciously purr in satisfaction.

You begin to run your tongue along the shaft of my thick cock, licking it from base to tip, before kissing the tip and letting yourself take it inside your wet, hot eager mouth.

In the years that we have known each other, I had changed you. In the moment that you find yourself now, under the table, naked, at the edge of an open balcony, cihangir eskort sucking my cock, it dawns on you, just how much. You have never felt this good, the sensation of your hard tips rubbing up against my denim covered thigh, as your dripping cunt shags and humps my shin. You taste my essence, the manhood that your body desperately craved for so long, now in your mouth as you slobber all over it, pleasing it as you hear my rumbling groans of satisfaction.

Bobbing your head up and down on my shaft, you use your tongue to pleasure me at a greater level of whoredom. As your body transformed under my sexual treatment of you, with bigger tits, rounder ass and an overall whore-like voluptuousness, your mind changed too, learning to please your master unlike ever before. Your life force being fed and nurtured with each second your suck on my hard member throbbing in your mouth.

“Put a finger up your cunt.”

These words send a wave of pleasure and fear through you. You know you must and that you want this, but to do it and not cum? You would just have to bear it. You nod with my hog in your mouth your drool dripping all over my lap as your hand finds itself between your soaked thighs and bush, your fingers split open your delicate fruit, before I take your chin in my hand, and make you look up at me.

“In.”

You frantically nod your head as your finger penetrates you, deep within, curling upwards as your cunt is stuffed. The waves of pleasure intensify as you unconsciously begin to hop up and down on it while grinding your clit on my leg, at the same frequency as my cock enters and pulls out of your mouth.

You suck on it so good, creating vacuums that you imagine your wet sloppy cunt would now simulate if my cock were in there.

Right there, in that moment, you feel yourself come close to an orgasm, the scene of avrupa yakası eskort you under the table, sucking cock naked with a finger up your cunt as you pleasure yourself, makes you feel like a real whore, with a real whore’s body. The slut that you are wants this and wants me to show you off like this, being a good little whore who does whatever her master desires, begging him to do it more. The wetness emanating from your cunt now dangerously fluid as my groaning rings true in your ears. You are about to make Daddy cum.

Faster and faster you pump my cock with your filthy fuckhole mouth, sucking it as if your life depended on it, as I feel the cum rising to the shaft from my balls, the intense wave of pleasure about to spurt out from my tip and into your mouth.

Simultaneously, you feel your own pleasure rising, the sounds of my imminent orgasm, coupled with the plight you have of having to make yourself cum to Daddy’s lewd abuse of you, makes you drip with shameless indulgence. You could not hope for a better way for Daddy to use you so, to make you his little fuck toy to get his rocks off. To cum inside your pretty little wet whore mouth so that you can clean it up good for him, glazing your big round bimbo tits for it to get smoother and even bigger for Daddy’s next suck-off. You feel the little squishy part in your cunt swell now, as you continue pressing and pulling it, my hand resting on the back of your head, as I push your mouth down on it hard, spurting my hot jizz into the back of your throat with a loud roaring orgasm. The tears welling up in your eyes, as your struggle to breathe, gagging on the full mouth of cock. But you press on, pumping your little wet whore cunt, until you cum too, spasming uncontrollably as your finger keeps snapping up and down in your shivering twitching, cumming cunt, till your clit rubs itself raw against my denim.

Without a single drop to spare, you collapse under the table to one side, naked and twitching, as you swallow my cum at your throat. Licking your lips while the world around you goes dark, and you feel my pull you out from under and pick you up, leading you to our bed for a sleep well deserved.

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Savannah was having serious second doubts; and thirds and fourths. After a long day of tracking down a P.I. to help her with her problem, she’d gone to the local watering hole, known affectionately to the natives as The Take Out. Apparently, it was the place to go to let off steam, and maybe if you were lucky, get laid. Sounded like a winner to her; she really needed to let loose. Dressed down in tight shorts, tee and boots that came just above her knee, it didn’t take long for one Sean Tripp to make tracks in her direction. A few beers, some hot kisses and a round of Tequila later, they were now headed for his buddy’s apartment (“don’t worry, he works swing and he’ll be out like a light”) in a taxi.

The matter giving Savannah serious pause was the fumbling nature of caresses she was receiving. Sure, the road wasn’t very well paved and there were lots of quick turns interspersed, but as they passed a street light Savannah recognized the glazed look in Sean’s eyes. Still, perhaps once they were in the apartment he’d come alive. Twenty minutes later all hope vanished. Sean lay face down on the unmade bed, snoring loudly enough to rival a 747. With a snort of disgust she put her tee back on; he hadn’t even managed to open her bra before passing out.

She remembered Sean mentioning his buddy, and how he was probably dead to the world, so quietly tip-toed her way out of Sean’s room. Peering intently through the dark of the hallway she noticed the door to the opposite bedroom was open, and feeling mildly curious about this “buddy”, took a peek inside. Sprawled across the bed, right leg crooked at the knee, sheets tangled around his torso, Sean’s buddy slept, unaware of her presence. Fishing her brain wildly, the name Sam popped up. His buddy’s name was Sam, Sam Dunham.

She made a visual inventory of his body, taking in the rustled brown hair, lean torso and limbs; the sheet, disappointingly, hid his package. Boldly she slipped into the room and quietly closed the door. She just had to take a gander; no harm in that, right? As carefully as possible she parted the folds of sheet over his groin. Even soft he was impressive; not huge, really, but she estimated that when aroused he could measure a nice seven, seven and a half, maybe. Savannah inhaled his musky scent and nearly moaned. She really, really needed fucked. Really. Debating a mere thirty seconds, she decided to risk it. Perhaps Sam wouldn’t mind waking up to a soft, warm and willing body after a hard day’s work. Even so, this could take some finessing.

She quickly shed her shorts and tee, for now leaving the matching bra emboldened now she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head over and over. A soft moan escaped from Sam’s throat, but he didn’t wake up. More boldly, she bobbed on his dick, taking more and more into her mouth. It contracted and then began to swell. The movement triggered a similar response in Savannah; she felt her clit tighten and her juices flow. His legs stirred. She stopped.

She looked up in time to see Sam’s head move on the pillow, and then stop. Very carefully she resumed her ministrations; bağcılar eskort he was only half-way hard. The taste of him started to seep into her consciousness and she couldn’t help the little moan that escaped. She reached back with one hand and peeled her thong down her legs and tossed them aside. Expertly she did the same with her bra. The boots could stay. She was too impatient to wait for him now.

Savannah pulled harder and harder on his dick; perhaps too hard, for at that moment he woke up. Half sitting, half confused and half aroused, Sam peered groggily through the gloom and nearly yelped. A blonde, and thankfully female, head bobbed on his dick.

“What the fuck?” he rasped.

Savannah stilled her movements took her mouth off his dick and looked pleadingly up at him.

“Uhm, your friend, Sean; well, he fell asleep before we could, well, you know” she stammered, then tried again. “The fucker fell asleep, passed out. I saw your door was open and, well…”

“Shit!” The expletive echoed loudly in the room and Savannah nervously looked over shoulder to make sure Sean hadn’t heard.

“Sshhh, you’ll wake him up.”

“Whoa, what the fuck? I’m not gonna screw Sean’s girl, man; no way.”

So saying he tried to dislodge her from the bed but only ended up bringing her into further contact with his now fully aroused dick. Her body now lay stretched fully onto the length of his body, flattening him to the mattress underneath. Seeing an opening she latched onto Sam’s neck and gently bit him. A groan passed unchecked from his throat; Savannah tangled her legs with his own and grinded belly against his cock. His arms tried once again to push her off him, but she had the advantage now.

“I’m not his girl” she explained. “He picked me up at a bar, but by the time we got here he was too drunk to be any good to me.”

“Still, you’re his piece; I’m not gonna, uh…would you STOP?”

Savannah had begun to expertly slide her wet slit along his cock, squeezing it gently between her thighs.

Laughing softly she continued, occasionally biting his neck for good measure. He seemed to like that. “Come on, sugar; I can feel how your body likes it, likes me.”

In a surprising rush Sam managed to flip her over onto her back. Air escaped her lungs in a big WHOOSH! He straddled her legs and grabbed her arms, pinioning them above her head to keep her still.

“That’s not the point; I don’t disrespect my buddy like this. You need to go.”

He sat back on his haunches and got his real first look at the bitch. Well, shit, he thought. She was fucking hot. Dammit. Her tits were more than a handful, and pert, just the way he liked them. He wondered what her ass felt like, then berated him self for the thought. Geez, his buddy could wake up any moment and walk in on them. Seeing how Sam’s eyes seemed riveted to her breasts Savannah playfully plumped them in her hands, tweaked the nipples and lifted them to him offering.

“He’ll never know” she tempted. “He’s dead to the world; his loss, your gain.”

She quickly sat up and rubbed her breasts across his chests, flattening zeytinburnu eskort them against his flesh. Just as quickly he had her pinned underneath him again. “I can’t, dammit; would you please stop that; you’re making this difficult.”

The “that” that he was referring to was Savannah’s legs, now wrapped around his waist, pulling his dick ever closer to her pussy. Her hips simulated fucking motions and her breath now labored harshly with desperate need. “Please.”

Well, hell. With every moment that passed his resolve wavered. His evil conscience tempted; she could leave before morning; Sean would never have to know. And she was so willing, so hot. Waves of heat seared his flesh and mind. He made one last gallant effort. He reared back and shoved heavily against her legs. They became wrapped up in the sheets; Savannah desperately tried to untangle her self and ended up on her knees, ass up.

“Damn” he muttered. The pale globes wiggled with her struggles, plump and round. As if in a dream he saw his hands reach out and grab onto them.

“Okay, you win” he rasped, and slammed his dick hard into her. The force of the thrust mashed her face into the pillow, which was fortunate, because it muffled her excited scream. Her hips pushed back at him, encouraging. Sam shifted one leg so his foot could grab purchase on the mattress, and using the opposite hand grabbed a shoulder, pulling her harder into every thrust. Occasionally he heard a muffled scream drift to his ears and grinned. Her head lifted and she begged him, “fuck me in the ass, please; I want your dick in my ass”.

“Later” he promised. He now reached around with both hands and grabbed her tits, squeezing and pinching them as he fucked her. Sweat broke out on his forehead but he ignored it. He felt the tale-tale signs of her oncoming orgasm and increased his pace. Her hips moved wildly against him now. Frantic mewls of pleasure issued from her throat; the pillow was not doing its job.

Pulling out he rolled her over, then onto his back, taking her with him. Catching on quickly Savannah straddled him and impaled her self on his cock. His hand grabbed the back of her neck and pulled it to him for a deep kiss. What the pillow could not accomplish perhaps his mouth could. Just in time too; Savannah screamed her release into his mouth. Her pussy tightened almost uncomfortably around his dick, squeezing it so hard it was forced even deeper into her cunt.

Easing back from her mouth he said, “Okay, now I’ll fuck you in the ass.”

Savannah began to shift eagerly back onto her knees but his hands stalled the move. He rolled her once more onto her back and pushed her legs, bent at the knees, to rest next to her shoulders. Her eyes widened with excitement; she loved it like this. His fingers smeared her still-leaking juices to her ass hole, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough. He hurriedly reached over to the nightstand and pulled a bottle of lube from the drawer. He shoulda been a Boy Scout, he was so prepared. He popped the cap open and drizzled a generous amount over the quivering pucker.

Tossing aside the bottle, güngören eskort he worked the lube deep into the hole, happy to find she was clean inside and out. He started with two fingers and found she easily accommodated him; no stranger to anal sex then, he thought. She pulled her knees even farther back, causing her hole to open more fully to his probing fingers. A third, then fourth joined his other fingers; he crammed them deep as they would go and fucked her like that for a few minutes, wanting her to be loose enough to take him, but not too loose.

Savannah’s moans were increasing in volume, which concerned Sam slightly, but then thought, fuck it. If Sean did walk in on them, tough; his friend’s loss was his gain. Apparently a nice set of tits and ass was all it took to bring the whore out in him. Pushing those thoughts aside for now he eased his fingers away and guided the mushroom head of his cock to the opening.

“Yes, fuck yes”; Savannah panted out her plea. “Shove that dick in my ass; now!”

Obligingly Sam did. And didn’t stop; her ass swallowed his dick fully on the third stroke. Heaven. Nirvana. But damn she was tight. Her greedy ass squeezed his dick to the point where he almost passed out. Perhaps a quicker pace would mitigate the pressure somewhat, and began banging her in earnest. His hands now gripped her thighs, forcing her legs even further onto the bed. Her knees were now pressed against her ears; her eyes stared straight into his. Hot words of encouragement whispered from her lips; “yeah, baby, fuck me like that; harder; don’t stop, don’t stop; oh God, so fucking good.

“Fuck, yeah” he moaned. “Oh, fuck yeah.” Her tits, pushed upwards between her arms, jiggled and bounced, and his eyes glazed over. Tits and ass, man, he thought. Tits and ass. His balls tightened up into his body and he could feel the rush begin. But he had to decide quickly; cum in her ass so he could watch it leak out and then rub it into her swollen clit and pussy? Or pull out and give her a facial. Hell, he’d let her choose.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby…where do you want it?” His voice strained with the effort to hold back.

“My face, my mouth” she managed to gasp out.

And none too soon. In a rush of movement he pulled out and stood, legs spread on either side of her prone and writhing body. Dick in hand he aimed straight at her face. Her mouth opened wide to catch the pearly beads as she could; the rest impacted her cheeks, her chin, throat; some of it globbed into her hair. He milked every last drop out, watching in amazement as she swiped the cum from her face and other areas into her mouth. Her eyes shut softly and she sighed contentedly. Sam collapsed next to her, breathing harshly into the silence that followed.

“Give me a few minutes, hon. I’ll be good to go another round.”

Savannah stood by the bed now, admiring the sweat that covered his body. He’d worked hard for that, despite his earlier resistance. Mmmmm, definitely worth another round or two. She made her way to the connecting bathroom to wash some of the stickiness from her body, but his hushed voiced had her stopping at the threshold.

“Uhm, I should probably ask…what’s your name?”

Savannah smiled wickedly over her shoulder.

“You’ll have to torture it out of me” she teased.

Sam smiled, watching contentedly as her wonderful ass sashayed from sight.

Sean, you are such a dumb-fuck, he thought.

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I have had a life of hard work. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I was forced to do it that way or that I didn’t want it that way. I did. But, it seems that all my life, I’ve worked hard to achieve what I’ve done then put it to good use.

Being a doctor, that isn’t an unusual story. Just to get into pre-med and stay in pre-med took hard work, especially the organic chemistry part. Ask most doctors, they’ll agree.

Then med school and long hours of classes, labs, study. You can’t do it if you’re not focussed and a hard-worker. Then internship. I think most people have heard a few horror stories about the long, tedious hours doing careful, exacting work when you were bone-tired. Thank god, that’s over.

Now I practice in a hospital, a sizable one (are there any small hospitals?), with many beds and many floors and many patients to see in a day.

I’m also married, though so far without children; married for five years now. My wife, Danielle, is an elementary school teacher with her own interests and concerns. We love each other, of course, but we both tend to work hard and with all we both have going on, our sex isn’t what it once was.

Now, I suppose that’s a common situation, I’ve heard others talk and kid around about it, but the hot, sexy lust we once had just doesn’t seem to be there any more. Well, I more or less just resigned myself to the fact that our passion had cooled off but that was the norm.

Not, just that, I did work around a bevy of women, mostly young women, some of them quite attractive and sexy.

There was one in particular, Jana, who was from Slovenia, that’s near Hungary and Austria, as I remember, and she’s really beautiful in an olive-skinned, sultry way. She was about five-five, slender, glossy back hair down past her shoulders, dark eyes and a curvy figure that was the delight of all the male staff, doctors included.

If you’re looking for a DDD-cup voluptuous babe, well, I have to disappoint you. She wasn’t top-heavy like some guys prefer, no, she was perfectly proportioned and I really loved watching her when she was on the floor. I say that figuratively, about being on the floor; I would have loved getting her on the floor as would any male.

You also have to understand that Jana was also the focus of the visual attention of every other male, not just me. She wasn’t especially flirty like some but wasn’t standoffish, either. Professional, yet friendly, would describe her as she went about her duties.

I really never thought she paid much attention to me but, then one day, she asked me, “Phil, would you show me how you would like this dressing put on,” when we were in a patient’s room.

She had always addressed me as ‘Doctor Colvin,’ never as ‘Phil’ before. And I also noticed her looking at me during various times when we were on shift together. If I caught her, I always got a smile; a nice smile.

A day or two later, we were changing a bandage on a patient in her room, Jana across from me on the other side of the bed, and when I looked up and gazed down into sancaktepe escort her scrubs hanging open enough to show a beautiful golden breast and nipple as her bra dropped off her breast a bit.

I know, I’m a doctor and I see breasts all the time. Big deal, right? But it was perfectly-formed as I stood there fixed on it. She looked up and smiled.

Then, as we were finishing up, she came around to get the wrappers of the bandages we had used from the table next to me and I felt her hand brush across my butt, then she left.

The hand did not brush lightly but with purpose, palm-side down, hardly an accident. I had to finish up and head to the doctor’s men’s room to jack-off and calm my enormous erection. I felt like a teenager doing it but had little choice in the matter if I wanted to get through the rest of my shift.

I did see her several more times that day and got an interesting smile each time.

She always smiled and spoke each time we passed each other, now calling me Phil if we were alone, Doctor Colvin, if we weren’t. And her smiles seemed different from the way she smiled at other people on the floor. Maybe it was what I wanted to read into it but I don’t think it was.

Then, after lunch one day the next week, I was at the nurse’s station filling out some orders on a patient’s chart when she came up to my side and asked, “Some of us are going out for a drink after work, would you come?”

Before I really even thought about it, I heard my voice reply, “Sure, sounds nice.” Her hand was on my back and as it slid down onto my butt, she said, softly, “Good, see you later, Phil,” and went off down the hall leaving me with a massive hard-on and a massive fit of conscience.

I went to an empty room and called my wife to tell her I’d be late, something not terribly out of the ordinary for a doctor, and told her I had to take a shift for a fellow doctor. Yes, I know…don’t lecture me.

Jana had told me where they were going and when I got there, she had an open place for me to sit next to her. As I walked in, I immediately saw that she had changed, she was now in a low-cut yellow sundress that just made her skin look more tanned than ever and gave a hint of the tops of her breasts. She was scrumptious.

As I came to the table, she patted the place next to her where I squeezed in. I got a European kiss on each cheek from her and the waitress came over for my order. There were four of them at the table, all nurses that I knew from the hospital though not all from our floor. We all chatted and after a second drink, our little group began to break up finally leaving just Jana and me at the table.

As the last one left, she took my hand, faced me and asked, “Would you like to go back to my place, it’s not far?”

“Sure, that would be nice,” I managed to say and I soon followed her over to her apartment complex. We parked and went up a flight of stairs where she opened the door.

“Paula, I’m home, brought a friend.”

We stepped inside and her sultangazi escort roommate was on the sofa doing some kind of work with a couple of books and a laptop.

“This is Phil; Phil, Paula Mercer, my roomie.”

“We’ll leave you to your work,” she said as I followed her back into her bedroom where she closed the door.

“Not much of a place to sit but you can join me here,” and she patted her bed next to her.

We chatted a bit about where we were both from, where we took our training, just general stuff you might expect.

Then, she said, “And, you’re married, right?”

“Um, yeah, several years now,” and I moved the topic back to her.

“I really like the way you treat patients, Phil. And, I pretty much like you just for you,” she said as she leaned over and kissed me, her mouth opening to receive me.

Her hand went down to mine and brought it up to the front of her dress where I kept it, softly kneading the firm breast underneath. She slipped the strap off and pulled the front down baring a perfect breast for me to touch.

I was now leaning over her as she lay back on the bed, my hand kneading her wonderful boob as we kissed and necked and made-out.

Then, she pulled her head off to the side and whispered, “Would you like to have some kinky fun, Phil?”

My cock throbbed ever harder as I answered, “Uh, yeah, whatever.”

“Is it okay if we don’t have sex?”

Totally confused now, I sputtered, “Um, yeah, sure,” as my mind spun crazily trying to figure out just where this was all going.

“Go ahead and take your clothes off, Phil, do you mind if I make a phone call?” she asked as she picked up her cellphone and punched it.

As she stood there with her phone to her ear, I heard a phone ring in the other room.

“Hi, it’s me, could you come in here for a minute?” she asked as she grinned a sexy smile.

I was now standing there in her room naked, she had pulled up the front of her sundress now as her door opened and Paula came in. She was taller than Jana and had rather large breasts tightly held in a tank top which showed her protruding nipples.

“Here, Phil, get down on the bed,” she asked and I lay down with my cock angled up at the headboard. She got up on the bed, still in her sundress, swung a leg up over me, pulled the dress up and lowered her bare pussy down on my face.

As it came close, I could see a black patch of hair above the slit which was glistening with wetness. Then she pressed down wiping herself up and down over my mouth and I sucked and tongued her as she went along.

She was sopping wet as she slid back and forth across my face, stopping sometimes to wiggle her pussy on my tongue.

“Oh, god, yes, mmm, oh, Phil, mmm, I knew you’d be good. Oh, make me cum, baby, make me cum,” she cried as I felt her lips close over the head of my cock and begin to suck.

It had been about a week since I’d had sex and the lead-up to all this was erotic enough so please don’t blame me when I tell you that cihangir escort my abdominal muscles tensed and I began cumming into Jana’s mouth as I felt her begin to tremble and shake as she scooted back and forth.

“Mmm, mmmn, MMNN, MMMNN, mmm,” she groaned as she sucked and sucked. Finally, she let my cock flop out of her mouth as she got up and moved next to me.

“That was just what I’ve been wanting for weeks. Do you think you have something left for Paula?” she asked.

“Um, well, I think so, I’m certainly willing to try.”

“You’re next, roomie,” she said as Paula quickly pulled of her tube top bringing her large, firm breasts out for me to admire. They had to at least be double-D’s and didn’t sag in the least. Then she soon had her shorts and panties puddled around her feet as she stepped out of them and crawled onto the bed to swing a leg over me and took up the same exciting position Jana had so recently vacated.

Her lips slipped over my cock and began to suck as she lowered down to touch my mouth. She was shaved smooth as I licked up and back along the wet groove between her legs. I could feel a hand rubbing my chest softly and had to assume that it was Jana as I probed my tongue into her friend as she sucked me so nicely.

Paula was rubbing herself all over my face, she was sopping wet, my face was just drenched as she rubbed back and forth, groaning up over me with my cock in her mouth, giving me a truly wonderful suck.

Well, Jana was correct about us not having sex if you use the definition proffered by a certain political newsmaker of the nineties. So, perhaps this was just relief, relief from a stressful job, a heavy workload, a way to defuse the sexual tension between a doctor and an attractive nurse that might otherwise destroy a marriage.

Right then, I didn’t worry about it, I just lustily devoured the hot, wet pussy I was presented with as I got my cock so sweetly sucked.

I can tell you that Paula sure knew what to do when she had a penis in her mouth. It took a bit, after all, it was my second ejaculation of the evening but we did get one another off quite nicely.

She, like Jana, had turned around afterward as we held each other and kissed quietly. Then, after a few minutes, she whispered, “Thank you, it as fun,” and got up, grabbed her clothes and went back out of Jana’s room.

Jana, now beautifully naked, got back into bed with me and we necked and made out for about a half hour, then we did oral sex again.

We talked a while, naked in each other’s arms, and she told me what she wanted.

“I really like you, Phil, but I know you’re married. I don’t want to mess that up and cause any problems. But, I really liked what we did tonight and would like to be with you like this maybe once a week after work, so we can both enjoy this together.”

Well, an offer like that from a woman who looks like Jana is pretty hard to turn down, at least it was for me.

“I think I’d be very happy to be together with you like this like you want. Yes, I’d love it,” I answered as I kissed her.

“And Paula, if she is here, would you like us both? She has no boyfriend at the moment.”

Well, that began my weekly affair with Jana and Paula which is now into its second year. No, it hasn’t changed into intercourse, it’s still oral but it’s about as hot as a guy could want and I’m sure happy.

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Morgan had been a cockteaser for as long as I’d known her. Which wasn’t that long, granted, but long enough for me to form a pretty good notion of the kind of person she was. She moved in next door to us the summer she graduated high school. Her mother had run off with some old flame a couple of years earlier and she was living alone with her father, a guy who seemed to be off working more than he was ever at home.

At first I thought that would have given us something in common, something to build a friendship on, since my own mom had done a similar thing when I was still in my teens and I also lived alone with a father who was seldom home. But it actually did little if anything to seal a bond between us. Morgan had little time for me, even though we were close in age. I was too nerdy, I think, too bookish, too absorbed in my college courses. She once told me I was too nice, and she never dated guys who wore glasses. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t try my best to win her over. Especially since after a few weeks she went from ignoring me completely to at least giving me the time of day. My hope never flagged in those early days.

Because oh, was I smitten. Not only was she an incredibly pretty girl, with enormous blue eyes and flaxen hair, a perfect complexion and a mouth that … let’s just say a mouth that had me fantasizing from early on about where that mouth could go and what it might do … but she had this body. Let me tell you about this body.

She was slender, first off, with long, lean, perfectly shaped legs and a tiny, trim, pert little butt. Her hips were curved nicely and she had a small, taut waist that a guy could almost circle with two hands. But then she had these tits, two beautifully shaped, full, heavy breasts that seemed to be about to burst free of any tiny bikini top she wore. How a girl so slender could also have breasts so big was beyond me. I happen to love slender females, but it’s been my experience that invariably such girls are almost always small-chested. Not Morgan. She looked like she could nurse quintuplets.

And as to those bikini tops, well, that’s basically where all the trouble began. From early in the summer she would sunbathe in the privacy of her backyard. Except that it wasn’t so private as far as our backyard was concerned. From our back porch I had a perfect view of her favorite sunbathing positions. And if I ever needed to I could retire to my back bedroom and access an even better view from up there. I even had a pair of binoculars … but that’s another story.

Before we’d ever exchanged a word I’m pretty sure she knew I watched her from one or the other of these vantage points. It was as if in her every move she was aware she had an appreciative audience. What’s more, it seemed she was glad she was being observed. She seemed to get off on putting on a show, on teasing the poor nerdy guy who kept tabs on her from next door. She would stride out in her incredibly brief string bikini, lay down her towel and whatever she needed for her afternoon’s sunbathe, and then she would do her stretching exercises. She would face me and stretch her arms above her head, letting her lush tits heave and shift in that hopelessly overloaded harness. I mean the two triangles of material barely covered her nipples. Most of her breasts bulged out over the top or to the side, and the nipples dented the fabric in an obscene fashion.

Then she would turn around and bend over to touch the ground, giving me a superb view of her gorgeous ass cheeks. The bikini bottom was basically a thong, which disappeared between her buns and left them pretty much naked. When she turned to face me again I had a great view of the miniscule triangle of material covering her crotch, a piece of stuff so tiny you knew she had to shave her pussy completely to wear such a thing at all.

Usually by this stage I would have a massive hard-on and would have to resist the impulse to start masturbating right then and there on the porch, On occasion I confess that when I watched her from my bedroom I did drop my pants and begin jerking off. The erotic show was just too much. The girl was a walking wet-dream.

Eventually of course as the summer progressed I did manage to catch her eye and strike up a conversation or two. She told me she was working part-time at a local supermarket but was looking for something more interesting. She didn’t have a steady boyfriend but was seeing several different guys casually. I’d already witnessed pick-up trucks and a hot car or two waiting at the curb for her in the evenings, and from what I could tell all of the drivers looked tough and intimidating. When I hinted at one point that I would be interested in dating her myself, that was when she laughed her tinkling laugh and told me I was way too nice and she didn’t date guys who wore glasses.

Which was easy enough for me to accept, of course, but for the fact that she seemed to take inordinate pleasure in teasing me. She once leaned over the fence as we were having a conversation and since atakent escort she was wearing shorts and a man’s shirt open to the navel I could watch the globes of those gorgeous breasts shifting and rolling inside the fabric. She’d long since changed out of her bikini so I knew the tits were free to move. At one point, whether inadvertently or not I’m not sure, one huge breast rolled into the open and I had a perfect view of her erect nipple just a foot or two from my face.

“Oh my, you weren’t supposed to see that,” she laughed. But she took her time shifting it back inside her shirt and by then I’m sure my hard-on was apparent inside my own shorts.

On another occasion, an overcast and showery day, she was sitting on the side steps of her porch wearing a pretty, flowery skirt. I’d been chatting with her across the fence there about nothing in particular when she suddenly shifted position, opening her legs and letting her skirt ride up her thighs. I suddenly had a terrific view up between her legs, at the bare, shaved crack of her cunt. She was wearing no underpants!

She watched me quietly for a moment or two before speaking.

“Like what you see, Tony?” she grinned.

“Morgan …” I began, unsure of what I was about to say.

But she simply laughed, pulled down her skirt, gave me a cheerful wave and disappeared in the house. I was tempted to follow but I knew deep down that was not her intention. She was simply interested in teasing me, leading me on. She didn’t take me seriously at all. And I had to live with it. I was living next door to a cockteaser and had to make the best of it.

Eventually, toward the end of the summer, she did consent to go to a movie with me. It was some kind of romantic comedy starring an actor she had the hots for. None of the superstuds she’d been dating were interested in seeing it, apparently. Not enough gun-play and explosions I guess. So I drew the short straw. Except that I was in heaven the whole evening, sitting close to her, feeling her brush against me once in a while. My cock kept twitching in my pants the whole two hours, and by the time I drove her home my shorts were damp with pre-cum juice.

She must have sensed my condition, and when I parked on our deserted street in front of her house she actually leaned over and kissed me. I couldn’t believe my luck. I thought I’d finally broken through. And it wasn’t just a peck on the cheek. It was full open mouth with tongues flicking and the whole bit. My hand was suddenly on her breast and, miracle of miracles, her own hand went down to my crotch. As I squeezed and fondled her tit her hand stroked up and down on my hardened cock.

“Feels like you’re ready for action, big guy,” she teased, breaking off our kiss.

“Oh Morgan, you’ve no idea,” I gasped. “You must know I’ve wanted you for months.”

She just smiled. But then to my amazement she unzipped my fly and rummaged around inside my shorts until she had her hand curled around my cock and was hauling it out into the open. She began to pump on it with an expert hand motion. Morgan might have kept herself aloof with me, but this certainly wasn’t the first cock she’d handled, that much was obvious.

In seconds I could feel myself close to coming and I didn’t want this to end too soon. It just felt so good after all those weeks of lusting after her. Then she was leaning forward and I thought for a second she was going to suck me into her mouth. I couldn’t believe it. This was too good to be true.

Turns out it was too good to be true. With a sudden serious look into my eyes she stopped her hand motions, let go my cock, and opened the car door.

“You know what, Tony, I’ve just remembered there’s something I have to do. We’ll have to finish this some other time. Besides, my dad is expecting me home. He’ll kill me if I’m late.”

I was pretty sure her dad wasn’t even home. There certainly weren’t many lights on in her house. But I was in no position to analyze the situation or even protest. She didn’t give me time. She stepped out of the car and slammed the door and as she moved away I swear I could hear her tinkling laughter.

What a fucking tease! What a mean-spirited, cockteasing bitch! I couldn’t believe it. I stared down at my wilting hard-on and watched a pearl of pre-cum seep from the tip and drool down the shaft. I no longer cared if I came or not. Sex by myself was not exactly what I had in mind. I was actually in a state of shock, or paralysis, call it what you will. I could not quite process what had just happened.

We’d been on a date. We’d had a nice evening. I felt for sure she was starting to warm to me, after weeks of teasing. Now it seemed all she had in mind the whole time was more teasing. But why? Did it give her that much pleasure to make a fool of a guy? Was she neurotic, crazy, what?

I spent a pretty wretched evening, quietly fuming. And I also had a terrible night’s sleep. You know how you feel sometimes beykent escort when you’ve had a long day and someone does

something inexplicably mean or hurtful, and you can’t think of anything else? That’s how I felt. Morgan had never been my girlfriend, but I felt betrayed. I became kind of obsessed with the meanness of what she’d done.

By next morning I’d remembered something. One of the guys I’d seen weeks ago parked out front waiting for his date with her was someone I knew. I’d had a couple of high school courses with him, and though he tended to mix with the surly, tough crowd of hot-shots and bullies, I knew he had a decent streak. We’d had a couple of conversations and I knew he wasn’t a total prick.

I’d also seen him working the shelves at a local supermarket. I wondered if it was the same place Morgan worked part-time. I dropped by there and found him stocking in the produce department. He agreed to meet me out back on his smoke break, which was only a few minutes away. I began asking him about Morgan and his date with her.

At first he didn’t want to say anything. Like I said, he was a pretty decent guy underneath. But then I told him about my experience and how I was wondering if I was the only guy she’d done this to. Apparently not. Turns out Drew had had a similar experience. He didn’t want to give details, but my version of our date struck a chord with him.

“I think she really goes for tough, mean guys. Kind of male versions of herself,” he told me. “Those are the only ones she puts out for. If she senses any decency, anything she’d consider weak, you’re off the list.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense,” I said. “Does she want to be mistreated or something?”

Even as I was saying this I was thinking Drew was a pretty good amateur psychologist. What he said actually did ring true.

“Maybe. Who knows? I gave up after that one date. Who needs that kind of shit in your life?”

Who indeed. I went home determined to avoid Morgan from then on. I wasn’t even sure I’d be jerking off anymore to the sight of her antics in the backyard. I was glad fall was approaching. Less chance of seeing her at all.

But of course a girl as attractive, as resourceful, as nuts, some might say, as Morgan always has the power to get in a last dig. And this was the case that very afternoon after I’d returned from my talk with Drew. Not only was she on display again in the backyard, she was on display completely naked in the backyard.

This had never happened before. She’d always at least worn her tiny string bikini, even though once or twice she had removed her top. This time she had removed her bottom as well. She was striding about as if inspecting her garden, without a stitch of clothing. No bikini. Nothing. I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful shaved pussy.

“Tony, I’ve been waiting to catch you,” she said, once she noticed me on the porch. “I want to apologize for last night.”

I didn’t say a word. I was kind of beyond speech. I was wondering how someone so beautiful could be such a fuck-up. What had happened to her in life to make her act the way she did? Had she been hurt, abused, what?

“I’d like to make it up to you. I’ll be alone in the house all evening. Why don’t you come up to my room around ten? First door on the left at the top of the stairs.”

Still I didn’t respond. I couldn’t take my eyes off those magnificent heavy tits, and that stunning shaved snatch. She didn’t even wait for a response. She laughed her sweet, teasing laugh and turned to go back in the house. I watched that beautiful naked ass flex as she strode up the steps and disappeared. And I just stood there stunned, a hard-on once again growing in my shorts.

Just what the fuck was this all about, I wondered. Did I believe for a minute that Morgan was actually inviting me up to her room for sex, for real sexual consummation, after all these weeks of meanness and teasing? Not really. I’m not completely naïve. She had something up her sleeve. Some other mean, cockteasing trick. And of course the last thing I should have done was show up at the appointed time. But as the hours passed I must confess I was curious. I’d already given up on her. I didn’t really want anything more to do with her. But I was still curious. I wanted to know, once and for all, how far she would go to tease me, to humiliate me. Once I knew, I could forget her, I told myself.

At the appointed hour I climbed over the fence into Morgan’s yard. The back door was unlocked and the house was quiet. Morgan’s father was out, as usual. I felt like an interloper, a house-breaker, and I was on the alert for some nasty surprise as I stepped quietly up the stairs. I heard nothing till I was on the landing, then the low-key sound of moaning reached me. I turned to the left, moved toward the open door of Morgan’s bedroom.

The foot of her bed faced the door, and the first thing I saw was Morgan’s flaxen hair and beautiful face, büyükçekmece escort her eyes twinkling as she stared back at me. Her mouth was wrapped around an enormous cock and her head moved up and down as she sucked it.

Some guy lay beneath her. All I could see of him were his big, muscular legs. His face was buried between her legs as they performed their sixty-nine. He was completely unaware of my presence, I’m sure. He was busy with other things. And I was perfectly quiet as I stood there gazing at this obscene tableau set up for my further edification. I almost laughed out loud. It was too crazy, too perfect. A final mean dig at yours truly. From Morgan, the ultimate cruel crazy cockteaser.

I suppose if I’d been a different person I’d have stepped confidently into the room, lightly quipped “Mind if I join you?” and stripped down to offer my own cock for Morgan to deal with. We might have had a threesome. The big guy and I could have double-teamed Morgan, maybe even double-penetrated her.

But I wasn’t that kind of person. And I was pretty certain that a threesome was not what Morgan had in mind. Not to mention the guy beneath her sucking her pussy. No, this was just another set-up to tease and humiliate you-know-who. It must have given her some kind of kinky thrill, but I wasn’t about to hang around to analyze it. My reaction was just what I suppose she expected it to be. Surprise. Shock. Then a turning around and heading quietly back down the stairs.

But I wasn’t all that upset, all things considered. I hadn’t been expecting much other than more teasing, more humiliation. If that’s what she got off on, fine, let her have her perverse thrill. I was done with her. She couldn’t do any more to me. I chalked it up as a learning experience. I’d crossed paths with a truly deranged young woman.

The weather changed completely in the next few days and Morgan’s sunbathing sessions in the backyard were over for the season. It was fall. I was absorbed in new college courses. I didn’t really give her much thought. A few months went by and I didn’t see her at all. I came to think that she’d moved out, and I must admit I was relieved at the notion.

Then sometime in November I got a call from Drew, the guy I’d asked about her in the supermarket. He had some news about Morgan and wondered If I was interested. I said I wasn’t, really, but he went ahead and told me anyway.

“She’s working at this club on the east side of town. As a stripper. She finally gets to give her cockteaser streak a work-out in public, for not one, but a whole group of horny guys.”

“How do you know this? You’ve seen her?”

“I know one of the bouncers. He’s a friend of mine. He invited me down there recently. Yeah, I saw her. She puts on quite a show. It’s a pretty raunchy club, especially after hours, apparently. The owner is a young guy, someone she’s been involved with. He got her the gig.”

“A stripper. Wow. I guess it beats working at the supermarket.”

“For sure. But get this. She also performs for stag parties at the club. Some of them after hours. And I hear she does more than strip, if the price is right.”

“Sounds like Morgan has found her niche in life.”

“For sure. But here’s the thing. There’s a late late stag party tomorrow night. My bouncer friend can let us in. He says there are enough guys, no one will know the difference. Besides, the beer will have been flowing. Everyone will be pissed.”

I hesitated. A sex show in a sleazy part of town. With Morgan the main attraction. Did I really need this? On the other hand: a sex show in a sleazy part of town, with Morgan the main attraction. Could I resist? I couldn’t. I said I’d be there. And the next evening, way past midnight, I met Drew and together we were let into the club by his bouncer friend. The place was pretty noisy, full of drunken young guys celebrating the upcoming nuptials of a handsome young lout with muscles to spare.

Morgan was between sets and we had time for a few beers before her next show started. We had a table at the back and nobody paid us any attention. Everyone was too happy, too drunk. It was a stag, after all. There wasn’t a single female in the place. Until Morgan made her appearance, that is.

And when she did, things got kind of quiet. If you didn’t count the sexy music blasting from the speakers. From the moment she stepped out onto the small elevated platform that passed as a stage, she had everyone’s attention. Partly because of her incredible beauty, but partly because of what she was wearing.

She had on her erotic schoolgirl outfit: crisp white shirt with a dark striped tie, worn under a navy blue blazer, matching navy mini-skirt so short you could see the tops of her black nylon stockings attached to the straps of her black garter belt, and, to complete the picture, a cute straw boater hat. A vision of stunning teenage eroticism, in other words. No wonder all the boys went quiet all of a sudden.

She did some erotic pole-dancing for starters, swivelling herself around by one hand as she teasingly raised her skirt with the other, giving us all a proper view of her nylon-encased thigh and a stretched taut garter. Then she was loosening her tie and opening up one, two, three buttons on her white shirt, allowing us a peek at her cleavage, her glorious tits packed in a turquoise bra.

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The doorbell rang and I opened the front door just in time to see the UPS truck pull away. On the stoop sat a plain cardboard box. My heart sped up as I bent to pick it up because I knew what was in the package. Kicking the door closed behind me, I took it into the kitchen and set it on the counter.

Mitch, I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. I thought as I stared at the cardboard. The contents of the box on my counter was the end result of a party invitation that my husband and I had received. It had been decades, since I’d gone to a Halloween party. The last one had been all about princess dresses, cartoon characters, face painting, and other child appropriate activities. The party my husband Mitch and I had been invited to was explicitly labeled “No children allowed.”

“Come on Leslie, it’ll be fun,” he’d said. “We haven’t had any adult fun in a long time.”

“I beg your pardon,” I replied and slapped his arm. “If you don’t think that what we did last night was fun, and ‘adult’, then you won’t be getting any more of it for a long time.”

Mitch and I were in our fifties and empty nesters. We took advantage of our childless home to rekindle the active sex life that had, by necessity been put on hold while children lived in our house. Not to say that we hadn’t been physically intimate throughout our child-rearing years, but the wilder fun we’d enjoyed before kids (a sex swing, toys, and cavorting naked through the house) had definitely been suppressed due to our curious kids. The night before we’d gotten the party invitation, Mitch and I had spent long hours enjoying an erotic massage that ended with us both loudly climaxing. I sighed reliving the pleasure of that evening.

“Hey, I never said that wasn’t fun. In fact, it was spectacular,” Mitch quickly tried to correct his misstep.

“Damn right it was. And if you’re a good boy, I’ll do it again with you,” I flashed a bit of the dominatrix side that I knew he loved.

“Come on Leslie, let’s go to the party.” It was his final appeal and he said it with such desire and conviction that I agreed.

And now our outfits, the ones that we’d shopped for on-line together, were sitting in the brown box on my counter. I thought back to the night we’d bought them. It had started with two martinis and my protesting that I had no idea what to wear.

“Leslie, you could wear a burlap sack and look hot,” Mitch had said mixing a second drink for each of us.

“Hot? Who said anything about looking hot for this?”

“Hon, it’s an adult costume party. It says so right on the invitation,” he pointed to the elaborate paper invite. Who sends written invitations any more? Everyone does it online, I’d thought. Chiding myself I realized, Jonathan is hosting this. He’s over the top about everything. I nodded to my husband, “You’re right.”

“Let’s do a couples costume,” Mitch poured the drinks.

“Bonnie and Clyde?”

“Booooring! How about Tom Cruise and what’s her name from Eyes Wide Open?”

“You mean Eyes Wide Shut, and that’s Nicole Kidman.” I took a sip from my drink. “No offense honey, and I hate to break the news, but I’m no Nicole Kidman and you’re not Maverick.”

“Hey, don’t sell us short. We can still hold our own.” My husband was right. We’d both worked hard to avoid having mom and dad bods and were in better shape than we’d ever been. Nobody would mistake us for super models, but I had a well-toned body that didn’t jiggle with cellulite and Mitch garnered plenty of admiring looks from our female friends.

“How about Greek god and goddess?” I suggested.

“Not bad, but spending the evening dressed in a bedsheet while juggling drinks seems like a recipe for disaster.”

“Your right.”

“You should be Cat Woman,” Mitch suggested.

“You have got to be kidding! There’s no way I could pull that off.” I was thinking about the outfit that Halle Berry made famous.

“You absolutely could and then some,” Mitch typed furiously at his phone. “See?” He turned the screen to me. Surprisingly it was not a picture from the 2004 movie, with the star and her rock-hard, bare abs, but an image of Anne Hathaway from the Dark Knight movie. It’s not as if that outfit wasn’t sexy, skin-tight with thigh-high boots, but it was much more like what I could wear as a fifty-year-old. My interest was piqued. “Okaaay. And you’d be Batman?”

“How about Zorro?” He pulled up another photo showing Antonio Banderas from the 1998 movie. I’d always thought he was so sexy in that role. “Not really ‘couples’, but sure,” I said enthusiastically. The second martini was letting lose my randy feelings.

“Cat Woman and Zorro it is. Let’s order them right now,” he pulled out the laptop. After a quick Google search we found both outfits in the correct size on an adult costume website. I pulled out the credit card and clicked through the site to place the order. The sex we had that night as I fantasized about being taken arnavutköy escort by a sexy masked lover, and I’m sure Mitch about screwing Cat Woman in thigh-high, spike heeled leather boots, was amazing. We never made it out of the kitchen and both came multiple times as we vigorously fucked on the counter, the table, and the cool tile floor. Now, the result of that alcohol fueled decision was sitting on our countertop.

I poked at the box with my finger as if there was a wild animal inside of it. This is ridiculous, I thought. It’s costumes in a box. Just open the damn thing. I grabbed scissors and cut the sealing tape. Under layers of newsprint stuffing lay the two plastic wrapped outfits. The picture on the Zorro package showed a ripped model sporting the cape, mask and sword of the movie star. I swooned a little imagining that was exactly how my husband would look. I dug deeper and pulled out the costume meant for me. My heart sank. The cover photo showed a twenty-something year old model with zero percent body fat sporting the skin-tight outfit. There was no way I’d look that good. I threw it back into the shipping box and petulantly sat down on a kitchen bar stool.

Who am I kidding? There’s no way I’m going to look sexy! Even the teenager on the cover doesn’t look hot like Anne Hathaway! I buried my face in my hands and held back tears. I’m old, washed up. There’s nothing sexy about me. All kinds of negative thoughts rushed through my mind. Then, unbidden, Mitch’s face appeared before my closed eyes. On it was the look he gave me the night we ordered the costumes and cavorted in the kitchen. His face was filled with love, and more than little bit of lust. He loves me, I thought. And HE thinks that I’m sexy. Confidence coursed through me. Fuck it! I can do this. With my hot, sexy husband, I can do anything. Fuck Anne Hathaway, fuck everyone. I’m gonna wear this and I’m gonna own it! I pulled the cat woman outfit from the box and tore open the packaging.

There wasn’t a whole lot to the costume, but then again that was the point wasn’t it? The material was thin, but it looked decently well made. Not too bad, I thought. I can do this. There was a utility belt and a mask with a pair of cat ears made from fake leather. Shoes? Where are the spike heeled shoes? I wondered as I pawed through the box. I read the package carefully, “shoes not included” it said. WTF? Shoes not included. How can this be a cat woman outfit without the damn shoes? The shoes make it! My mind raced. I thought of the CFM heels that Mitch and I had bought years before. My spike heels and the fake costume boots (actually just flared leggings made to look like the upper part of the boots) would definitely work. I squared my shoulders, gathered the pieces of the costume and headed to our bedroom to try on everything.

I stripped in front of a full-length mirror and studied my image. Flat stomach courtesy of hours in the gym doing core work, tight butt, the result of many miles on the stationary bike, and well-defined leg muscles from countless squats. Not bad for an old broad, I thought turning sideways. My thirty-eight DD breasts rested just right on my chest. Not too high that they looked fake, but not droopy like an old lady. I’ve still got it, I decided and reached for the costume package. The costume was a one-piece affair with a long zipper that ran from crotch to neck. I squirmed into the skin-tight outfit, clipped on the utility belt and settled the mask and cat ears onto my head. When I looked up at my reflection I gasped. Holy shit! I look kinda hot! I raced to the closet to get the CFM heels I kept in the very back. I pulled them on then realized I needed to get the “boots” on first. Laughing while I rearranged everything I stood, fully outfitted, in front of the mirror. TI was surprised by the image before me. The tight spandex clung to every curve, emphasizing my form and concealing my softer, older features. I looked way better than the model on the package cover. I turned left, then right and liked everything I saw in the reflection. The CFM heels and thigh-high boot leggings added a spicy touch. Damn, I look good! I twisted and turned, bent and arched, striking every sexy pose I could think of. They all looked good. Fucking-A! I thought.

I did a second, more careful inspection and saw that the fabric was so thin that I could clearly see the outline of my bra and panties. Kills the image. There was only one solution, Guess I’m going commando! I took off the outfit and stripped naked, then squeezed myself back into the costume before I looked in the mirror. When I did, the image that greeted me was even sexier than it had been before. Without anything between the stretchy fabric and my bare skin, it looked like the black outfit was painted on. The spandex clung to every curve in a supporting way, hid my wrinkles, and emphasized my female form. “I’d do me”, I said out loud and laughed. avrupa yakası escort I grabbed a hand mirror to inspect my backside in front of the full-length mirror. Thin seams ran under my butt cheeks making them look just a little more prominent, firm and round, like those of a younger woman. There was another seam that ran vertically up between my cheeks, subtly separating each. Very sexy! I did my best imitation of a twerk and laughed again. I faced forward. Uh oh, I thought. I hope Jonathan is going to have heaters at the party. The spandex clung tightly to my breasts and did nothing to hide my nipples, and actually made them very obvious. I played with the zipper to see if adjusting it might make a difference. What I found was that I could pull it down to my navel without the form-fitting fabric releasing my tits. I looked like one of those movie stars on the red carpet at the Academy Awards dressed in a plunging neckline outfit that showed lots of cleavage. My excitement grew. This is gonna be great. I paused realizing that there would be people that we knew at the party. While I felt confident and sexy alone standing in the bedroom, I wasn’t sure that I’d have the same self-assurance in a public setting. Calmly I studied myself even more carefully. Gotta dye my hair, I thought. Add dark make-up around the eyes and even heavier on the face. Nobody will suspect it’s me. I was pumped. You’ve got this girl!

A thought flashed into my brain and. No way Mitch’s outfit isn’t going to be as hot as mine. I rushed back down to the kitchen, pulled out his costume, and ripped open the package. There was an eye mask of course, a blousy shirt that opened to the navel. Excellent, I thought picturing him in it. A cape and a pair of baggy black pants. No way! Nothing sexy about those. That just isn’t going to do. I racked my brain trying to figure out what I could do to make his outfit as provocative as mine. Running tights, I thought. I love the way he looks in running tights. During the cold winter months, Mitch would put on long, skin-tight, spandex running tights to protect his legs from the chill air. Of course, he covered them with baggy shorts, which left me disappointed that I couldn’t enjoy the sight of his tight ass and bulging crotch when he ran. Perfect, I decided and replaced the baggy costume pants with a pair of his spandex tights. This is going to be great! My excitement climbed as I envisioned us together at the party in our outfits, then I put everything back into the box. I can’t wait until he gets home.

I met him in the kitchen when he got back from work. The open box sat on the counter and I pushed it forward. “The Halloween costumes came today,” I said as nonchalantly as I could, hoping my voice wouldn’t betray my excitement.

“Cool.” Mitch put down his briefcase and poured himself a glass of water. “Want to hit the gym before dinner?” He sounded totally disinterested.

“No, I went this afternoon,” I lied. “But if you want to go, that’s alright by me.” I was desperately hoping he’d refuse. I stared at him.

Mitch gazed at me. One of the many things I love about my husband is how well he knows me, and in that moment he sensed that something was up. Instead of quizzing me, or pushing back, he nodded his head slightly. “You want me to try on the costume?”

With relief, I let go the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “Yes please,” I replied as calmly as I could.

“Do I get to see yours?” I could tell that he somehow knew my answer.

“Not just yet.”

“Okay.” He didn’t put up a fight. Oh my god, I love my husband! I thought.

Mitch reached into the box and pulled out his costume. “Looks like somebody’s already been checking it out,” he poked at the flap I’d opened.

“I just had to. Hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind anything you do Leslie.” He kissed me lightly on the lips. “I’m going upstairs and change.” He pointed to the picture of the muscular model on the package, “But I should warn you to hold yourself back. You might not be able to resist me,” he laughed then headed up to our bedroom.

I sat at the table for what seemed like forever while Mitch got dressed. Eventually he sauntered back into the kitchen. Swaggered was more like it. Mitch was fully decked out in the costume, hat, mask, cape, leather gloves. And he looked even better than I had hoped. Oh my god, so hot!

“I hear that you’re in need miss,” he said with a wry smile. I recognized the same tone that he used when we role played.

“I’ve got a powerful need masked stranger.”

He took a step toward me. I always thought that tights on a man looked effeminate, even on a superhero. That was because the crotch was smoothed out, hiding the best part of his manhood, reducing him to a Ken Doll. On Mitch, the running tights looked exactly the opposite. Through the breathable mesh at his groin I could see the hint of his semi-erect penis bakırköy escort and its perfectly flared mushroom cap. Below, were his succulent round balls, rolling as if they were wild animals yearning to break free. That sight along with his mask and cape, was breathtaking. Heat flashed in my belly, blood poured into my groin, and my labia swelled. In an instant I lost myself in the role play. I was no longer Mitch’s wife; I was a sex-crazed bitch in heat. And the man before me wasn’t my husband of more than twenty-five years. He was an exotic stranger that had driven me past the edge of desire. His mysteriousness, his foreignness, his total unfamiliarity made me crave him beyond reason.

Mitch sensed what I was feeling. The look in his eyes told me that he too had given himself over to the role. He reached down with a gloved hand and held my jaw. Fixing his eyes on mine he said, “I’ve got what you need.” Feral lust echoed in his words.

“Yes, you do … and I need it all.”

He pulled me up and assaulted my mouth with a passionate kiss. My already swollen labia throbbed, and I felt wetness soak my panties. I wanted him so badly, this masked man, this shadowy interloper; only he could satisfy my uncontrolled desire. I returned his kiss with equal fervor.

“Then you shall have it,” he answered drawing his lips away from mine. Leather clad fingers wrapped into my long blonde hair. I knew what he wanted, and I longed to give it to him. I dropped to my knees; his bulging crotch inches from my face. The partially inflated penis I’d seen before was fully erect and straining against the confines of the clingy fabric. His musky smell filled my nostrils and I inhaled deeply savoring his scent. I would have him just the way we both wanted.

With one hand I stroked the rock-hard pole under the fabric while I curled the fingers of my other hand under the elastic waistband. Slowly, carefully, like unwrapping a Christmas present, I eased the edge of the tights down until just the tip of his cock was visible. Even though I knew his cock well, the sight that evening felt brand new and looked extraordinarily beautiful. I kissed the tip gently and was rewarded with his low moan. With both hands I pulled the waistband lower revealing the full length of his erection. Thick, ropey veins stood out in full splendor as they coursed along the length of his turgid manhood. His cock pulsed and swayed, free from the restraint of the spandex as if beckoning me, promising unspeakable pleasure. I tugged more and uncovered his sac and his roiling balls, and more heat surged up from my now sopping pussy. I ran my tongue up the full length of his rigid dick.

Another moan, louder than before, echoed from my masked man. I licked him again and felt his knees buckle slightly at the power of my oral ministration. His fingers wrapped more tightly in my hair encouraging me on. Curling my tongue around the crown of his penis I rose up onto my knees to gain a better position. Then in one motion I dropped my mouth onto his cock, taking it completely into my mouth. “Fuck!” was the expletively that I heard as I pulled him deep inside. His heat and hardness slid over my tongue and hit the back of my throat cutting off my air supply. I didn’t care and I pushed myself farther downward forcing the thick cock farther into my throat. The fingers clutching my hair pulled even tighter as my hero bellowed, “Yesss!”

Saliva poured out of my full mouth and I used its slipperiness to massage his balls. Just before I ran out of oxygen I backed off and took a deep breath. Without a pause I dropped back onto him, re-ingesting his full length. He subtly thrust his hips forward meeting my downward plunge. Yes, that’s it. Take me, I thought, then pulled backward, and drove forward again. I would have kept on until he exploded in my mouth, but I wanted more. It would only be when this masked stranger truly had his way with me, filling me with first this hardness then his hot seed, that I would be fully satisfied. I pulled my mouth away. “Take all of me masked man. Take me the way I know you want to.”

He roughly pulled me to my feet. “Bare yourself vixen. Show me your need.” There wasn’t going to be any sensual strip tease. I tore my clothes off and threw them aside. Wetness ran down my thighs, a testament to my raging lust.

“Is this what you crave?” I stood turning my palms outward. “Can you feed my hunger with your manliness?” My eyes bored into his. “If so, then have your way with me!”

Once more his gloved hands grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to his. He invaded me with his tongue, letting loose the passion that had flared between us. I gave myself over to him and went limp in his arms. He caught me and spun me around to face the wooden kitchen table. I offered no resistance. With a shove he bent me over, my bare ass toward his unclothed groin and the throbbing erection that I knew was meant for me. One hand was on my hip, another stroked down the back of my bare thigh. Electric pulsations raced through my body as he nudged my legs wider, opening a clear path to my needy pussy. Obediently I spread my legs putting my swollen labia on display for the stranger’s pleasure. That thought excited me further. I arched my back, inviting his penetration.

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I had a great time in 1996 some of the fun is described in the two earlier parts. 1997 got off to a great start as well.

Maria and I had some great sex on New Year’s Eve finishing with us both exhausted in the early hours of Jan 1 1997. I had to work the next few days while Maria went away on holiday with her family, I was to catch up with them in a few days.

I work in a small outdoors equipment shop selling clothing, tents, camping equipment etc… It was getting late in the afternoon and the shop had been quiet most of the day. We sent the 2 part time staff home and just my manager and I were left for the last two hours.

I had been watching this lady wander around the shop for the last half hour, she kept looking around almost as if checking to see if anyone was watching her (classic shoplifting behaviour) so I had my eyes on her. She was worth keeping an eye on too I guessed mid 40’s, nice athletic body, tight little arse, long legs and nice looking tits. I walked up and offered to help her, she smiled “yes please I’m wanting to buy some clothing for my husband but I’m not sure what to buy”. Oh great I thought trust me to get the difficult customer at the end of the day. We chatted a little about what he does and what size he is. Turns out he is “similar” built to me so she started measuring clothes against me. At first I didn’t think much of her hands touching my legs as she positioned the pants against me but when her hand brushed my crutch for the third time I started to wonder what was going on.

She then asked me if I could try some pants on and let her know what I thought. To me this was getting weird and I suggested she buy the clothes, keep the receipts and bring it back if it’s wrong. She put her hand in her pocket and pulled out a $50 note “please can you try them on I would love to see how they look”. Reluctantly I took the bribe money and the pants heading for the changing room with her close behind me.

I tried the first pair on and came out to show her she ran her hands over them again touching my crutch a bit too much. I changed into the second pair and again she touched and rubbed my legs and crutch. This was now causing my cock to start swelling and she knew it too. Half way through trying on the final pair she opened the curtains and stepped inside the changing room with me quickly closing the curtains behind her. Now this was getting awkward here was I in my underwear with a half erect cock and a middle aged woman I didn’t know just entered the changing room with me. She quickly dropped to her knees and pulled my cock from my underwear. Very nice she said running her fingers up and down it’s length. “I have something for you if you want it” she said pulling her boob tube down revealing she had a skimpy lace bra on with another $50 note tucked into it. As I reached for the note she stood up and said “no, you must not use your hands to remove it”. I leant forward placing my face in between her breasts and using my tongue to try free the note. She held my head in place obviously enjoying herself.

Eventually I got the money out and she said “put that nice cock away I’ll take all these and a few other things I saw around the store too”.

I quickly dressed and we exited together, I took the clothes to the register as she went and collected a few more bits, all up she spent $2000 which made my daily sales figures look good. She then said “I don’t have a car can you deliver these to me after work, it’s not that far from here”.

I walked right into her trap “sure why not I said” hey I had nothing else to do Maria was away as were most of my friends and this lady just spent $2000 plus the $100 I had in my pocket hey maybe I might get one more tip for delivering.

As the store closed she helped me load her purchases into my car. We took off heading to her place which would take us about 10 minutes. The whole way there she either had her hand on my thigh or she was adjusting her boobs in her bra.

We arrived at her house, a nice old villa in a reasonable neighbourhood. I grabbed some stuff from the car as she went to unlock the house “place the stuff in that room over there” she said pointing to a small bedroom that looked more like a storage room. I went and gathered more stuff from the car, it took two more trips to get it all in by myself. I closed the boot as I grabbed the last items, headed inside and placed them in the room. As I turned to leave there she was no boob tube or bra on just a perfect pair it boobs right in my face. I froze on the spot “sorry that bra and top were killing my boobs” she said i just stood there like a deer in headlights. “You can touch them if you want I don’t mind” well that was all I needed to hear my hands shot up cupping each magnificent breast. Savouring the silky feel of her skin and the nice weight of each one.

I leant forward and started to kiss circles around her left ataşehir escort breast but avoided her nipples, then I repeated it on her right breast. Finally after doing this two more times I took her left nipple in my mouth and sucked on it flicking my tongue over it at the same time. She turned to jelly instantly moaning about how good it felt, her hands working to get my pants undone and my cock free. She pulled me down the hall and into another bedroom and threw me down on the bed working my pants and underwear down my legs. She then started to give me a blow job. Now I have had blow jobs before but never like this.

It started off nice she licked the head swirling her tongue around, then she just shoved it straight down her throat gagging and chocking herself. She would lift her head up and do it again and again and again, not very pleasurable let me tell you.

So I stopped her, she looked upset like she had disappointed me. I calmly told her “other guys might like it that way but it’s not for me” she started to cry and sobbed something about not being good enough and well the rest I couldn’t understand through the tears.

“Look every guy is different” I said in a reassuring tone “I liked the way you started do some more of that for me please” so she started to lick and swirl her tongue around the head of my cock. “Good now wrap your lips tightly around my cock and slide up and down a bit, not all of it just the top half” she was following instructions well and I was enjoying this very much and I told her so. She kept doing it for a bit more then I suggested “suck the head again and stroke the rest with your hand” again she followed instructions well and I was enjoying this. “ok now alternate between those 3 things” I instructed, she could do no wrong and I felt my release building but this is not how I wanted to finish.

I pulled her head off my cock and pulled her to me so I could kiss her congratulating her on the improvement in her BJ technique. She thanked me for my great instruction. She then climbed back off the bed stripped off the rest of her clothes and climbed back on top of me.

This time she lined my cock up with her pussy and sank down the full length of my shaft. She rode me slowly enjoying the feeling of my cock in her pussy. We switched positions a few times, I had her on her hands and knees with me pounding into her from behind when the bedroom door opened and there in the doorway stood a monster of a man. 6’5 and built like a brick shit house, I froze in place she looked up and said “hi darling” like it was nothing. He walked up to her and said “hi Michelle I’m glad you waited for me this time”. Ahh Michelle at least I now knew her name.

He pulled his cock out and shoved it in her face screaming at her to suck his cock while I fucked her. She opened her mouth for his limp cock licking the head and stroking him bringing him to full size then she just shoved it straight down her throat gagging and chocking herself. She would lift her head up and do it again and again and again he apparently enjoyed this which explains why she thought I wanted a blow job the same way.

After watching this for a good minute or two he looked at me and said “don’t stop fucking her now, pound that fucken pussy” so I started pumping her again. We settled in to a good slow rhythm when I thrust forward it would force Michelle to take more cock down her throat, then I would pull back almost all the way out and wait for her to gag. When she did and she pulled back off his cock she impailed herself on my cock again so I would pull back a fraction more and then slam forward into her forcing his cock back down her throat.

At this point mr big decided he wanted some pussy so he pulled Michelle from me kissed her then threw her on the bed, he climbed between Michelle’s legs and stuck his cock in her. I moved away from the bed with the intention of sneaking away but he noticed and told me to just sit down and enjoy the show. I watched them for 5 minutes clearly this was about him not her, he never spoke to her, never checked she was enjoying herself he just kept pumping her hard.

Then he rolled the two of them over so Michelle was on top. He pulled her shoulders down tight to him and looked over her at me. “Hey boy bring that pathetic cock here I have something for you” he commanded. “Pathetic cock” I thought, his cock was shorter than mine and a fraction thinner.

I slowly made my way back to the bed stroking my cock to make sure it was still hard. “Grab the lube over there, lube your cock and fuck her arse” he said. Not wanting to piss this monster of a guy off I did exactly as he requested lubing up my cock and preparing to stick my cock in Michelle’s arse.

I had never fucked someone up the arse before, I have put a finger or two in while fucking but never my cock so this was something new. I lined my slick cock up with her puckered arse hole, gently I pushed forward against her resistance. maltepe escort It’s not that she was trying to stop me she was just tight.

Slowly my cock head pushed its way into her back passage then finally the head slipped in. Once I got the head in the rest was easier. Michelle let out a moan and muttered something about feeling full of cock. Mr big started to move his hips sliding his cock in and out of Michelle’s pussy. It was weird I could feel the pressure of his cock moving in her pussy. Mr big then yelled at me “well are you going to fuck her or just leave that little cock in there as a butt plug”.

I started to slowly pump my cock in and out of her tight arse, it was a bit awkward to start with but eventually we got into a rhythm with Michelle bouncing a bit as we alternately pumped in and out as well. The feeling was amazing then mr big roared and blew his load in Michelle’s pussy. I didn’t stop in fact now that they both stopped moving I speed up pumping her harder and faster until Michelle shook below me squealing as the next orgasm racked her body, I kept going as both Michelle and mr big told me to stop but I wasn’t stopping not yet not until “OH YEAH” I cried as I unloaded my balls deep inside Michelle’s arse.

It feels good to finally unload after being worked up for so long and the fact it was in this perfect little arse made it even better. We all collapsed on the bed catching our breath, I then excused myself to their bathroom found a wash cloth to wipe myself up and returned to get dressed and leave. Michelle walked me to the door naked as the day she was born, kissed me and said “I’ll come see you at work tomorrow.”

I waited all day for Michelle but saw no sign of her I had given up on seeing her again when true to her word Michelle turned up at work just 5 minutes before closing time. As I was running the store today I told her I would be about 10 more minutes as I need to close the registers and lock up. Michelle said no worries I’ll wait by your car.

I cashed up and locked up faster than I ever have before. As I turned to walk across the car park to my car I noticed Michelle was sitting on the boot of my car. As she saw me coming she spread her knees wide giggled and closed them again. If I wasn’t mistaken there were no panties and that was a bare pussy I was looking at. Michelle must have seen the look on my face because she flashed me again. “Be careful, someone might just stick something in there” I warned her she just smiled at me. Michelle kept spreading her legs as I walked across the car park towards her.

When I got to her I pushed her legs apart and reached my hand up to her pussy gently rubbing it. As she got wetter I got braver and soon I had two fingers slowly sliding in and out of her pussy.

Michelle sat on the boot of the car with me fingering her as we talked. She told me Brian had gone away for a business trip and wouldn’t be back for a week. Michelle asked if I wanted to come stay with her until Brian got back, I knew I had to leave to meet Maria and her family in the morning so I said to Michelle “let me make a phone call first and I might be able to do a night or two” she just smiled.

I dropped Michelle back to her house and headed for home promising I would be back soon. I phoned Maria and told her I needed to work the next day so would be a day late leaving to meet them, Maria agreed it wasn’t great as she missed me but if it was only one day she could wait.

I showered and grabbed a quick bite to eat then returned to Michelle’s place around 7pm that evening, she answered the door wearing a beautiful robe which was barely tied together. I could clearly see lots of skin which suggested she had not much on underneath. As Michelle turned and walked away back into the house she let the robe fall to the floor confirming she was naked underneath.

I quickly closed and locked the door crossing the room to catch up with her. She lead me down the hall and upstairs then lead me into the master bedroom the view was amazing, I could see their huge back yard with some well maintained gardens and large trees providing lots of privacy, there was a pool and sun deck with a BBQ pit. As I was looking out the window admiring the back yard Michelle came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me “plenty of time to check the yard later” she said “right now I want your attention on me” and with that she sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. I was there in a flash dropping to my knees and sticking my face in between her legs. I placed kisses all around her thighs and pussy lips getting her worked up.

It worked as she grabbed my head and forced it into her pussy “just fucken lick me already” she screamed so I did, I ran my tongue up and down the outside of her pussy lips then lightly blew across them. Next I gently pulled them apart a bit not with my hands but by sucking each one to the side then grabbing it with my fingers.

I ran my tongue up pendik escort and down the length of her lips first one then the other, I was in no hurry and I was going to make sure she enjoyed this. Finally after doing this a few times I ran my tongue straight up the middle till it flicked her clit. Michelle’s body jumped and she moaned the second I hit it. I kept working my tongue up and down her pussy making circles around her clit at the top and probing it into her pussy at the bottom. Michelle was on cloud 9 as I pleasured her. After about ten minutes of this Michelle had cum a couple of times but now I decided it was time for the big one.

I waited till her body started to tense up again and I zeroed I’m on her clit attacking it with my tongue for all I was worth, at the same time I slid a finger into her tight pussy curling it up to find the raisin skin textured spot also known as the G-spot. I knew when I hit it not just because of how it felt to me but because Michelle’s hips started thrusting every time I rubbed it.

With my tongue on her clit and my finger on her G-spot Michelle came hard screaming and squealing but I didn’t stop I had other plans. Michelle’s hips were bouncing so much I couldn’t keep my mouth in place but I was determined so I kept licking as best I could while I kept stroking her G-spot then it happened Michelle screamed, thrashed, shook and her pussy gushed our heaps of cum as she had the biggest orgasm of her life. Michelle passed out it was so intense. I pulled her body up and into bed covering her with a sheet, I decided I may as well lay with her so I stripped my clothes off and climbed into bed pressing my naked body against hers.

Some time later I woke to a strange feeling I couldn’t quite work it out and the house was now pitch black which didn’t help. I fumbled around in the dark and found the switch for the bedside light turning it on to reveal a rather large shape under the covers bobbing up and down. Then I clicked Michelle was blowing me and fuck it was good she had remembered everything I said the night before.

Once Michelle realised I was awake she crawled up the bed and kissed me thanking me for her most amazing orgasm. Turns out in the ten years her and Brian have been together he never once ate her pussy or fingered her it was all wham bam thank you mam I’m done.

Michelle climbed on top and lowered herself onto my cock. She rocked and bounced gently as we talked about life, sex, money and family. Brian had the life always travelling and earning good money, sex was always about him and unfortunately for Michelle there was no family locally. Her parents passed away a few years ago and her two older sisters lived half way around the world. Brian never took her travelling with him so she started gardening. I told her “the gardens look amazing and I would love to see them properly tomorrow.” Michelle smiled a real smile not a put on one like people try to fake.

I rolled us over so I could fuck her, gently at first then picking up the pace a bit I knew she had enjoyed herself and asked her if she was ready for me to cum? “Yes but I want to taste it” she said so I carried on fucking Michelle until I was almost ready to pop.

“cum and get it” I said to her as I hit that point of no return. Michelle quickly spun round and sucked on my cock as I unloaded an unusually large load of cum straight down her throat. Michelle struggled to keep up with my load and some dribbled from the side of her mouth, she simply wiped it up with her finger and stuck it back in her mouth. Michelle and I cuddled up together naked and in a fantastic sexual afterglow.

I awoke the next morning to a strange feeling. As I opened my eyes properly I noticed Michelle’s head bobbing up and down then I realised what was going on she was blowing me again.

“Good morning sleepyhead” she said. “Mind if I ride this thing?” I just lay there and groaned some sort of response but it was enough to get her riding me. We fucked, well actually she rode me for about half an hour before we just lay there cuddling.

Michelle got up to make us some breakfast. I wandered out a few minutes later to see her standing at the stove frying bacon and eggs wearing just a cooks apron. I walked up behind her and started groping her bottom and rubbing her pussy lips. Oh how I wanted to just fuck her then and there but I needed food.

After breakfast we showered together which of course lead to us playing up. Her body felt great as my hands rubbed soap all over her. The feeling of course caused me to get hard as iron so I had to do something. I pulled Michelle against me my hands reaching around to cup her breasts, then I pushed her forward bending her over. She knew what was coming next and boy did she want it.

“Stick that big cock in me please” she almost begged. “Brian never fucks me anywhere but the bed and I have always wanted to try it in the shower.” Who was I to deny this horny woman.

I eased my cock into her pussy this had changed from me just wanting some relief to making sure she enjoyed it more than me. We fucked gently for a while then I picked up the pace until her legs buckled from the force of my hips slamming into her. With a huge smile on her face she thanked me and grabbed a wash cloth to clean herself up. I was still hard as can be but Michelle was done.

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